Aug 3, 2013
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Quinn sat down at the head of the table for what would be yet another "family" dinner with these humans her vessel loved so very much. Under different circumstances, she would've killed them right away, but Quinn liked to play with her food. She watched as they sat at the other end of the table, eyeing her wearily. Judy, as she learned the mother's name was, quickly began serving food from the middle of the table with shaky hands. She slopped spaghetti onto Quinn's plate and held her breath when the sauce strayed. Quinn simply cocked her head and smiled.
She hummed lightly to herself as she pushed her food around her plate. The fearful silence had bored her after the second night of this act. She looked up when she realized even the scraping of silverware against plates had stopped and the humans were staring at her.
"Lucy, sweetheart, why don't you eat something? Is everything all right?" The mother asked carefully, as if she were tiptoeing around a field of land mines.
"You haven't been yourself lately. What's going on, Lucy?" The father, Russell or Raymond or something, pressed more boldly.
"You're right, daddy." Quinn replied, sliding her chair away from the table and standing up. "I just haven't been myself lately."
She snapped their necks cleanly, not even taking the time to delight in what must have been the horror on their faces. Playtime was over, but at least she had the house to herself now.
Quinn tucked her short, blonde hair behind her ear and chuckled as she leaned forward on her bed. She kicked off her shoes, smoothed out her dress behind her, and then pushed up onto her elbows. She was still getting used to this new body and the way it moved, all long limbed and tight stomached, but she liked it. After a moment, she rolled over onto her back and chuckled again.
This was it, Quinn was back in business. With a human vessel, she could work on freeing Lucifer from that damn cage and wouldn't she be powerful then. She'd be the most powerful demon in hell, everything would be laid out at her feet. She felt...almost giddy with anticipation. She sprung up from the bed, feeling the muscles stretch in her legs and that felt good. It had been so long since she'd had legs of her own to stretch this way, and sure these weren't really her own, but Lucy's screams at the back of her mind had stopped weeks ago, and these were hers now, weren't they? Yes, they certainly felt that way as she wiggled her toes against the carpet beneath her feet.
She could hear Lucy's family shifting about in the rest of the house and she wondered how much longer she should keep them around. They were making such nice playthings thus far. Maybe they'd be good vessels too. A smile crept onto her lips at the thought. She pulled the black out of her eyes and wiped the smile from her face as Lucy's father called her down for dinner.
This is a story about control...
(Original Quinn GIF belongs to: skank-fabray.)
(Original GIF can be found here: http://extraordinaryberry.tumblr.com/post/11326168020.)
