Candy couldn’t believe that she had been so stupid as to let her guard down. Of course he was a cultist. Stupid blind dates.
She couldn’t trust people she met in public areas. She was too well known. Sure popularity had its perks, but she hadn’t really been prepared for the lack of privacy. So she had done something she and her friends had always scoffed at.
Online. Dating.
At first Candy had been mortified. What if the guys she met were creepy basement dwellers who slept all day and engaged in somewhat unsavory acts at night? (She was conveniently forgetting her first boyfriend.)
But the men she had met online were nice sweet guys. They had been just as interested in the Supernatural as she was. Of course with her luck she would choose to go on a date with a cultist. Her luck sucked.
Now she was kneeling in a cage only a few feet away fron a summoning circle (one for the demon Zerefer, if she remembered her demon summoning books correctly) painted on the floor of a warehouse just outside of town.
Her hands were bound with zip-ties, her hair was a mess and she had ripped the seam in her best dress.
Candy Chu was NOT a happy camper.
“Scissis… innocentes animos. Unum tristes, obsecro, in adiutorium meum intende…” he chanted, his voice a monotone to her mind. She just had to wait until…
The man stopped chanting, turning to her, the firelight reflecting off his silver and bronze mask. She couldn’t see his eyes, but she thought they would be dark, crazy eyes. The eyes of a man who wanted to watch the world drown.
“Make piece with your demons, sweet Candy.” He chuckled at his joke, while Candy rolled her eyes. “Pray for mercy. Not even Alcor can save you now.” He said as he stopped in front of her, his mouth smirking up at the left corner. She had thought it was cute before. Now it just pissed her off.
Candy acted just then, years of practice and instinct taking over. First, she leaned back and kicked out, her feet catching his knee on the right side. His leg buckled in pain, and she swung her legs up to her chest and kicked out, making contact with his sternum and shoulder, the pain and force sending him toppling to the floor.
She then did a little break dance, flopping from her back onto her legs. She brought her hands (which had been zip-tied in front of her) down on her hip, breaking the ties. She grabbed his knife while he was still getting over the pain and broke her bonds on her ankles.
He got up then. And as he came up to her, his hands grabbing for her throat, she grabbed his arm, dropped to one knee, and swing him over her shoulder and onto his back. He hit the ground with a sharp, solid thud.
“I don’t need to be saved.” She said coldly as she destroyed his summons and tied him up. “I can take care of myself.”