《bloodied arrogance || crowley eusford》11

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crowleys grip is strong as he drags you through the long hallways of the building. his hold on your wrist is creating a stinging pain in the bone, but it seems crowley isn't comprehending his own strength.

"let go." you hiss, trying to tug your wrist away from the noble as he wordlessly stops at a door, ignoring your words as he pushes it open.

the interior of the room is much like the other rooms you'd passed that had their doors open. it's much like an office, and there is a nice looking couch in the corner and a couple of first aid kits are sat on a shelf at the back.

crowley tugs you over to the couch, but to your genuine surprise he gently pushes you down onto the cushions. as soon as you're seated he turns away from you, strolling over to the shelves at the back of the room.

besides first aid kits, there's not much else up there. crowley pulls one of the kits off of the shelf, and makes his way back over to you. he kneels in front of you, but doesn't make eye contact, instead opening the first aid kit and placing it beside you.

"where are you bleeding?" he asks, examining your dirty and somewhat distressed uniform. you jerk away from the vampire as he raises his hand to reach for your sleeve, probably to examine the severe bruising.

"don't touch." you hiss, leaning away from the vampire as he tilts his head the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"you don't really have the strength to stop me without your weapon." he states, as if that fact isn't obvious enough already. you cradle your sore arm, refusing to let him see the damage his comrades caused.

"show me." he insists, though his voice is not harsh. you shake your head, biting your tongue to stop from responding in a way that could make him lose his temper.

you remain quiet, your hard glare fixed on the stone floor beneath your shoes, which is covered by an ugly patterned carpet.

crowley grabs your good arm, yanking it away from the damaged one. seems he's run out of patience so quickly. your head snaps towards his grip, which unusually, isn't painful at all.

he exchanges his hold on your good arm to your injured one, pushing up your sleeve which causes you to wince almost unnoticeably.

just as you thought there's an angry purple and black bruise, which is swollen over the entirety of your wrist. man does it sting.

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crowley frowns down at the injury. "oh." he says. you ignore him, staring down at the bruise with distaste. you can't do anything with a bruise like that.

"would you like ice?" crowleys cool voice questions, and he glances up at you, an unfamiliar expression on his handsome face, turning his features into a frustrated expression.

you silently question the question itself, but you know that it's be stupid to refuse the offer when your arm is so swollen and sore. slowly, you nod.

crowley pulls a few things out of the first aid kit, and you're pretty sure there isn't ice in there.

"i'll get you ice once i patch up the other stuff." he states, rolling your other sleeve up to check that arm for any cuts or bruising.

you shake your head, scooting away a little more. "i'm fine." you insist, narrowing your eyes at crowleys offending hands.

the vampire ignores you, unfazed by your assurance. "shut up. take your shirt off." he instructs, reaching for the top button on the front of your uniform top. you hiss, swatting away his hands as they attempt to grab at your collar.

"what?" he narrows his eyes back at you, his arms retreating to rest on the couch cushions once more. "let me fix you up, then i can get you ice and you can shower. i'll get you new clothes."

your eyes widen at his words, and you dig your heels into the flooring, looking down. your h/l strands of hair fall over your face, casting a shadow over your frustrated expression. you don't want this. how can he expect you to be so compliant?

"go to hell." you grit out, clenching your fists in your lap, causing the pain in your injured arm to spike at the tension you're creating in the muscle. crowley proves that fist open with own hands, shaking his head at you.

he ignores your comment. "stop doing that."

"don't tell me what to do, you bastard." you raise your voice, raising your head again to meet his eyes with your own angry ones. "you don't know me, you don't get to talk to me as if you're looking out for me." your outburst once again doesn't seem to faze the vampire, and he instead tilts his head, the ghostly smile coming to rest on his lips once again.

"but i am looking out for you. don't you get that? i'm saving you." his bold statement draws you into confusion, and you furrow your brows. you don't understand the meaning of those words.

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"elaborate." you command the noble, sitting up straighter to stare at him with guarded eyes.

he chuckles, tapping your leg gently in a teasing way. "i'll tell you if you take your shirt off."

you grit your teeth as the crowleys hands reach up again for the buttoning on your top. you tense up, but this time you don't stop him. it's not just about wanting to know what he means, you need to know what kind of damage the rest of you has taken that you just can't feel yet.

your top comes off easily after the buttons are undone, and you're left in just your bra. the new exposure to the air in the room leaving goosebumps on your arms and shoulders for a moment as you adjust to the rooms temperature.

crowley places cold fingers against a cut on your collarbone, where your uniform has been torn at some point during the duration of the fight, though you believe it was when you were being dragged across the floor over the rubble on the ground.

"you have a lot of small cuts, but i don't think it it'll take too long to patch up. then we can get you ice." crowley tells you, but you ignore him. you lean an elbow onto the arm rest and place your chin upon the palm of your hand.

you don't watch as crowley begins to clean the minor wounds with a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and cotton wads. you refrain from making any visible or audible evidence of your discomfort at the stinging of the alcohol on the cuts and scrapes. you will not give any vampire the satisfaction. besides, you're tougher than that anyway, right?

"turn?" crowley requests, instead of instructing/demanding, causing you to raise a suspicious eyebrow. you turn without question though, giving crowley the view of your back that he asked for.

your eyes widen at the feeling of cold fingertips brushing against a spot on your shoulder blade, trailing diagonally towards your spine. you roll your shoulders back, trying to shake off his touch.

"what's the fuckin problem?" you ask, glaring at the noble over your shoulder as he drops his hand back down onto the cushion once again.

he gives you a grin. "maybe you should just take off what's left too." he suggests, tugging at one of your bra straps lightly. you jerk away, which is a bad move because you end up tugging the thin piece of elastic off of the top of his index finger, and it slaps against your shoulder blade, causing you to hiss at the sharp contact.

crowleys cheeks puff out as he let's out a sharp breath, which he hold for a moment before completely giving in to his laughter, allowing a laugh to escape his lips.

"humans really are impulsive creatures." he comments, shaking his head as your glare at him, a scornful expression taking over your features.

"when i get my axe back you're gonna regret ever insulting humans." you state, turning to face the vampire instead of staring over your shoulder at the monster.

"oh, way to ruin the moment." crowley huffs, a defeated expression on his face as he sighs. "and we were beginning to have so much fun, too."

you scoff at the nobles words, nearly wanting to laugh in his face. "this is anything but fun. if you think otherwise you're mistaken." your mouth moves faster than mind, but you're sure that if you had thought your words through first, you would've said something along those lines either way.

crowley's faux disappointed expression shifts into a satisfied smirk. he shrugs. "i hope you change your mind, because you're mine now."

you growl, but remember the desk you had made with the vampire, and you straighten up to ask your question. you demand answers.

"you said you're saving me..." you trail off, but the hard look in your eyes proves you haven't lost your nerve.

crowley sighs, shaking his head once more. "i would've thought it to be obvious. when the vampires defeat the japanese imperial demon army, you'll be safe. you'll only have to stay with me. that, and you won't have to die." crowleys explanation of his earlier words make you want to stomp his face into the stone floor until the bones in his face crack beneath the force of your foot stomping upon it.

you take a deep breath. you can't get so riled up yet, you have no means to protect yourself anymore. you're just going to have to be patient until an opportunity presents itself.

"come. let's get ice now."

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