Meg (meganmasters) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-10-19 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | azazeal, meg masters |
Who: Meg Masters and Azazeal
What: Meg goes seeking her old boss
Where: The Inn
When: Saturday Evening
Rating: Probably none
Status: Closed/Complete
Finding the Inn had been relatively easy, all things considered. She hadn’t even needed to ask for directions, merely walked towards the lights of “town” and wandered until she found it. With so few buildings boasting electricity, it hadn’t been exactly difficult. The place stank of angels and demons and Lucifer only knew what other kinds of creatures. She instantly felt at home. Maybe, if this turned out well, though she had no reason to hope that it would, she might be able to stay here instead of the cold, empty cabin in the woods. Hot showers, a warm bed to rest her in, though she didn’t truly need sleep of course, and the sense of security that would come from being so close to him again. Assuming it was him. Assuming he accepted her.
Meg stood outside the door to the inn, steeling her nerves. She wasn’t sure what to expect once she walked through those doors. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to walk through. A lot had changed for her over the past several years. Being in Hell when Azazel had been killed had left her with no small amount of guilt and now, so many years later, hundreds if she counted Hell time, things were different. She’d abandoned Hell and teamed up with the very men that had killed the demon she’d once called Father. How far she had fallen…but it had been in the name of loyalty. Surely he could respect that? He, above all others, should understand why she’d done the things she’d done. He’d bent the rules a time or two himself hadn’t he? He would know that going to the Winchesters had been a last resort. He would understand. He had to.
Slowly, she eased open the door and stepped into the inn. The lights inside almost blinded her. It had been a long time since she’d been in a building with working lights and walking from pure darkness into the brightness inside was a shock in and of itself. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her eyes of spots and glanced around the entryway she found herself in. She didn’t seen any familiar faces. Not right away at least. She didn’t see much of anyone, come to that. She stood in the doorway, uncharacteristically awkward, unsure of herself for the first time in a long time. She wasn’t sure where to go or what to do and, for one brief, weak moment, she considered turning on her heel and running. Chiding herself for being foolish, she strode forward purposefully, looking for signs of life and letting the door swing shut behind her.