EVERYONE HAS A LEGACY

[Illandra Bree]

Tagged: Dean Location: Mackenzie Bar Music: Edge of Glory by Lady Gaga Notes: Back is marred bad with Claw marks. Real mess. No way it wont scar, cuts are deep.

It was the anniversary of that day. In one moment Illandra was free but then when it all came down she knew that all she did was seal her fate and she would never truly be free. She had grabbed a bottle of shit whiskey and some snacks before making the trip up to the shack. The entire drive her stomach was in knots. Since that day Ella had seen all kinds of scary shit, things that would give as a weaker man a instant heart attack. People really could be scared to death, she had seen it. Even with all that terrible shit in her head, burned in her mind she had no fear, no nightmares of monsters like others had. No Ella had her own person monster, her own Freddy Kruger so to speak. James had been dead for years but every night behind her yes he was there waiting… always waiting and it drove her insane. It was why she was here. On the anniversary of his murder… on the day of her almost murder by his hands, Ella came back. She came to make sure the son of bitch was there dead in the fucking ground and couldn’t come back. She would come and sit vigil all night waiting to see if the ghost in her mind was just that. Somehow she was ok with being insane and the torrent was in her own mind rather than the son of a bitch cheating the death he so deserved. As she pulled up to the shack she cringed and pulled out eh whiskey bottle and took a deep drink before shutting the car off and getting out. Welcome home there Bree. the car door closed and Ella headed to the back yard first to check the shallow grave.

[Crowley]

Crowley wasn't stupid and while he indeed had several plans in the works, his true plans were kept only to himself. He had his two most trusted followers doing work on his side projects. Sebastian was making great headway with Josey MacKenzie and Mercredi was soon to kidnap the half angel. His plans were going smoothly so far and he was free to work on the grand masterpiece. It was part fun and part strategy really. He had gotten to know James Bree decently well down in Hell torturing him and then having him torture others, he was well trained in forms of torture... Crowley had gotten all the info he needed from James about his daughter Illandra and now... Crowley had been following her for some time now and he knew almost immediately that he was going to have fun with her.

Crowley was out surveying the old Bree shack and heard the car. He made himself invisible and watched as Illandra moved around to the back of the shack to the shallow grave. Still looking as fresh as the day it had been made, minus a rotting corpse inside of course. Crowley watched her and knew she was going to perfect for his plans. Crowley decided to have a bit of fun before he stepped out and showed himself to Illandra. He conjured up the likeness of James and made him float like a ghost above his grave. It was rather amusing to watch the terror cross Illandra's face. It was terror but also anger and something far deeper.

Crowley let the apparition stay there for five minutes before making it disappear. He then slowly revealed himself and chuckled a bit. "That was enlightening to say the least. I knew there was pent up anger in there, but the terror was something new. James is dead.. no worries about that... for now." Crowley grinned just that little bit and then leaned against a tree. "I can keep your father from ever haunting you again Illandra, if you play by my rules." Crowley hoped she'd take the bait but at the same time... he was unsure, she was a brave one a strong one. she would be tough to crack, but he'd crack her.