Thread: Devil's Trap (Panda and Dogged)

RE Devil's Trap Dogged and Panda I do.... After all, I didn't come after you, and neither did my family. You started coming after me. I'm guessing that you'd rather bring me back to your superiors alive, right? After all, I can't talk to Angels if I'm dead.... She stared at him coldly, watching and calculating what she was going to do. Of course, she couldn't run. Even if she got the pocket knife that was stuffed under the waist of her jeans and used it to get lose, whoever this demon was was strong. And she'd barely get to her feet before he threw her at a wall or killed her on the spot. Sure, they didn't need her. She didn't cooperate, they'd probably kill her. And she was okay with that. But with family now involved, and knowing that these demons were cruel and vicious, she wouldn't chance it. She couldn't. Her mind was racing. Should she call them? Could she even call them? She could hear them talking, but that didn't mean she was able to communicate with them. At least, not without some sort of training. Maybe they would help her. Maybe they'd slaughter all three of them. There was no way to know, really, unless she did it. She thought about begging and pleading, promising to do whatever they wanted as long as they let Eric go. But nothing sounded alright. Nothing sounded promising. She didn't want to be like them, but she wanted to protect her brother even more. Elsa flipped her hair back slightly, gritting her teeth as he suddenly lunged forwards. Eric had broken through somehow, and you'd think she'd be happy about it, but she knew it would last. He hadn't left him, and not even John Winchester could keep a demon in control. His words caught her off guard though. Why was he so sure that she could call them? Did he learn something from the demon in him? Panic set in, and for the first time in their whole encounter thus far, she actually looked nervous. The lithe girl was suddenly grabbed, and as she was shoved to the floor, she stared up at him and knew she had to start bargaining. Her brother had seriously pissed him off, and at this point, she'd be lucky if he didn't hurt him. Eric, do not do anything stupid like that again, you hear me? He is strong, and he will kill you. Trust me. Just sit still and don't try anything. Slowly, Elsa started to squirm, shifting onto her knees before pressing her toes to the floor. She rolled her weight back on her feet, managing to slowly stand up. She wasn't going to be aggressive, or try anything. She simply didn't like feeling trapped on the floor. She stood in one place, managing to keep her balance with her feet tied together. She looked up at her brothers face, trying to take in every detail. Every freckle, every line, every inch of pale skin. No matter how tonight ended, it would be the last time she'd see him. And she wanted to remember him. She took a deep breath, emotions riding high as she started to speak. Please.... don't hurt him.... I'll... I'll.... She shut her eyes tightly, not even believing what she was about to say. The girl that never gave in, was giving in. The girl that exorcised demons without a care, and didn't give any monster anything that it wanted, was about to break every moral she was raised with for one thing. Save her brother. Save her family. They didn't go after demons ever, really, so there was no reason for them to want to slaughter them. If they left them alone, they'd never know what happened to her. Except for Eric, but she could control him. Even if he was the older one. If you let him walk away, I'll give you whatever you want. I'll be your own personal angel walkie-talkie. You can take me to hell and torture me. Just.... Just let him go. He won't come after you, I promise. And my family will never know the difference. Just let him walk away...