Who: Meg and Ruby What: Sister-Demons have a chat Where: A downtown warehouse. When: 21st of January - Late Evening Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Ruby really really had hated the whole sin business. Because of it, Sam had drunk her blood, and she had allowed it in a crazed desprate attempt to keep his mind on her. And it had most certainly done that, and now, once again she'd packed her soon to be husband off to detox himself. Away from her. Because much as he'd been doing better, he was addicted to the blood flowing through her. It was awful. But he'd get better, between his willpower, and Epiphany's potions, she knew he could do it. But there was other things she had to focus on while Sam was focusing on himself. There was Azazel, and an arrangement with Crowley that needed changing if he was willing to trust in her. She wanted the Colt, she needed to get it to the Winchesters and have them do what needed to be done. And then there was Meg. Ruby during her time under Envy's influence had trapped her sister demon and left her there, safe, as she had assumed from getting to Sam. They'd been flirting with Sam of course infected by Lust. And Ruby had her knife back. It had been used to kill Pride, again, which she had to admit pleased her, but giving it to Dean had been a wrench, and a gesture of trust. Having it back where it belonged was a nice feeling.
But she wasn't going to kill Meg. No, she had another plan for the knife much as she knew people would be bothered by the fact she had Meg where she could do them all a favour and kill her and instead wasn't going to. Ruby had been no better than Meg once. She'd killed just as many people, enjoyed it just as much. And had it not been for Sam Ruby would still be that demon. So she'd talk to Meg, demon to demon. Explain what she'd learned, what other demons had learned, mentioning no names. She owed Crowley that. Then she'd break the trap and Meg could do what she wanted. Attacking her wouldn't be a good plan having the knife and all. Meg knew it as well as she did.
She'd trapped the demon in a warehouse. Indoors at least, it seemed crazy her had done Meg that much courtesy. Though she was pretty sure Meg would be pissed either way
"Long night?" she asked, moving into the warehouse itself and stopping a few feet from the edge of the trap. "If its any consellation I'm no longer infected, all the sins are dead or back in the pit and I'm not here to kill you." That might have been the suprising bit. "We need to talk Meg, do I call you Meg..." she asked curiously. "...Seems to be what you've stuck with lately"