Gonna Make You Scream {Gregg, plot peeps}

[Simone Winchester]

For a moment, all the world was right as Simi came awake in a soft bed and with the smell of coffee in the air. For a moment, the nightmare of reality was kept at bay as she stretched casually and rubbed her face into the comfy pillow. Unfortunately, that was not to last as mental images of the last few hours intruded. Instantly the horror came back and she pressed her eyes tightly closed as she tried to curl into the covers and disappear.

All to soon though, she could not avoid the world any longer and she hadn't been brought up as a coward so she pushed back the blankets and sat up. She knew she was alone in the room but dimly heard the sound of voices somewhere in the house. A frown crossed her face as she slide from the bed, padded to the door and then stepped out in the hallway. Her bare feet made no sound as she made her way towards the sound of people talking but froze before she entered the living room.

Holy hell.... That was Jess's voice...And Tessa's... And Cheys.... What on earth was going on?

And then it hit her. There was only one reason all of her girlfriends would be in the same room and circling the wagons. Karlie had called them and she was no doubt about to tell them everything. Something she'd promised NOT to do and Simi knew she couldn't stick around to see the pity and horror on all their faces.

Her safe heaven wasn't safe any more.

Sighing, the slender blond turned on her heel and snuck back towards the bedroom her cousin had set aside especially for her. Stepping inside and softly closing the door behind her, she moved to her clothing and pulled on the same pair of jeans she'd arrived in earlier before throwing on a Texas A&M sweatshirt.

Then, sticking all of her things back in the overnight bag, she looked around and saw the pen and paper laying on the beside table and was just beginning to jot down a quick note when the sound of the window opening behind her made her spin around.

PLACE: Simi's room
TAG: Gregg

[Gregg Allen Steine]

Stalking Simi is what it has came down too. He wanted to get at her. It was his little way to hurt his host more and more. He liked to toy with this chick, and well why wouldn’t he? She is related to and knows loads of hunters and not to mention she has a hot ass and isn’t all too hideous to look at George could see what Gregg had seen in her. It was no or never time to kidnap the spoiled bitch! Looksie, she even had some hunters down stairs how fun it will be to slip in and out and take her right from under their noses. What pathetic fools. Did they not think he would find her here? Did they not get what he is capable of? Did she think she was safe there? He could sense there was a demon there to and that made him raise a brow at that.

He had bought a bunch of black flowers, roses, Landini lilies, Black Iris’ and a note to leave for the house occupents about a funeral about to happen the funeral of Simone Blair with some maggots to leave in her bed. She was good as gone now. He had seen her packing her bags. It was about the perfect time to pounce. He waited for her to stroll over to the bed she was just about to write a note for them. He opened the window and crawled in. “Are you leaving so soon? I haven’t had my kiss yet.” He said mockingly puckering his lips at her. ” You know you miss me Sim, don’t try to deny it.” He spoke almost as if he were Gregg and had meant it. “I miss you,” the words sounded sincere, but they really weren’t. He had tossed the flowers on the bed next to her.

He would deal with the flowers in the maggots in a bit. It was part of his sick sense of humor, but did she know that? Did she catch on it was him who sent her all those dead little presents or did she think it was some other stalker. He had moved close to her in a swift minute. Pressing her onto the bed, covering her mouth so she couldn’t scream. “You know you always did look rather sexy in that sweatshirt.” he removed his hand from her mouth and planted a kiss on them luscious lips, wanting to see how they tasted nipping at them and growling at her. Yes, he was playing with her head right now. What made it more fun was her friends downstairs?

He had her pinned to the bed pretty good so she couldn’t get away from him even if she tried. He had a good amount of weight on her and well he could snap her neck before she even got to the door to get help if she even tried to get away and she had to know that. He could smell them. He knew they were there. He had seen them go in. All worried about her. He covered her mouth again with his hand. “You are coming with me. If you try to run if you try to scream, they all die. Do you understand me?” He asked. If she didn’t understand, he would have to knock her out.


Tags -- >> Simi
Location-- >> The Damara House
Wearing -- >> dark clothing, jeans, sweatshirt, boots
Word Count-- >> n/a
OOC Comments -- >>-- let me know if this works for you.. i hope it isn't too powerplayish and workable let me know *snuggles* --

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[Simone Winchester]

Oh God... This was surely NOT happening.


Surely whatever creator was up there couldn't allow this to be happening again. There was no way on earth Gregg could be there in her room.. Crawling through her window.. Talking to her as if nothing abnormal had passed between them.

It was enough to make her want to hurl even as she opened her mouth to scream bloody murder.

Unfortunately, the man seemed to sense what she was about to do and was on her before the first sound left her throat. Thrown backwards on the bed with his weight on top of her, Simi felt the air leave her lungs and then the slimy feel of his lips on hers. Instantly, gore rose in the back of her throat and memories of the last time they'd been this close swamped her.

God.. those horrific memories.

Pure terror shot through her as she vaguely heard him speaking words but she didn't make them out.

No.. She would not be the victim again. She would die before she let this monster torture her again. That thought on her mind, she began to fight.

"Go straight to hell, you slimy bastard!" she choked out when his hold loosened just enough for her to get a breath. "I don't need them to save me.. This time you've screwed the wrong witch!"

Bringing her head up, she tried to head butt him and then put all her power into a shove that should have sent him rolling but hardly budged him. That, alone, was enough to make her pause and stare at him likes she'd never seen him before.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?" she choked out, even as she tried to give him a wicked smack.

[Gregg Allen Steine]

He really loved toying with her. She told him to go to hell, and called him a slimy bastard. “What a mouth on you Simone, where did you learn such colorful words, and do you think they hurt me?” he asked, with a sly and sick grin upon his lips. He had loosened his grip not thinking she would fight back thinking that she feared him and would be frozen in fear. She had told him that he had screwed with the wrong witch… "I have have I? I haven’t screwed you yet tonight sweetheart.” he drawled and winked.

That was right little Simone is a witch… What a pretty little witch too. Too bad, he is going to have to kill her. She was going to be one of his first victims, but he couldn’t kill her just then, but now that he has had practice, she had a target on her. After he takes her out, her little friends and the babies will be next. She had tried to head butt him, but it would take more then that to take him out seeing, as he is now a demon. She had shoved him off and away, but he didn’t seem to go as far as she would have expected and she was shocked you could tell by the expression on her face. She had choked out a 'What the hell are you?’

She had tried to smack him, and he caught her arm, and twisted it around pushing her against the wall face first to whisper in her ear. “Now, why would I tell you what I am? Who said I am something? Hmmmmm.” he asked letting his breath linger on her ear, and sniffed her. She smelled just like Gregg had remembered. Would she figure out that the real Gregg is trapped in this body? He was in there telling her to run call for help to get away, but she couldn’t hear him seeing as he isn’t in the front seat of himself anymore. He did something stupid and tried to call for help, and now she and her friends will pay for that. He even threatened to kill the babies. They have nothing to do with this!


Tags -- >> Simi
Location-- >> The Damara House
Wearing -- >> dark clothing, jeans, sweatshirt, boots
Word Count-- >> n/a
OOC Comments -- >>-- I figured she would want to fight with him a little more, before he knocks her out and sets up the room with that note, and takes her off in the car and crashes it and what not.. If you want me to add on more and have him knock her out let me know and I can edit my post so we can get it moving along more.--

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[Simone Winchester]

God.. how had she ever been decieved by this bastard? Had she really been that mislead about his true nature? Why had she never seen a hint of his cold, sadistic side? It just didn't make any sense to her but she couldn't dwell on it at the moment. She had to get away from him and warn the others.

Unfortunately, that was easier said then done when nothing she seemed to do budge him. His words about not screwing her YET hung in her ears and she drew on her powers and flung him away from her and lept for the door.

Before she could make it, however, he had her slammed against the wall and she felt blood race down her face as it came in contact with the drywall. He was immediately behind her and she shuddered from his nearest. Horrific memories swamped her brain and paralyzed her as she remembered another time.. another place when he'd had her at his mercy very much like this.

OH NO!! NOT AGAIN!! was the cry in her head as she doubled her fists against the plaster and gasped for air. Definance blazed from her voice as she snarled.

"Yeah.. get your kicks while you can, Gregg, cause your days are numbered."

That said, she let her weight become dead in his arms and then slide down the wall to elbow him hard in the ribs and then turned enough to bring her knee right up where it would do the most damage. He wouldn't be thinking about screwing her or anyone else for a little while, it was safe to say.

"Take that you, bastard.

[Gregg Allen Steine]

Gregg had he pressed against the wall where she snarled at him and told him that his days are numbered. He half smirked and rolled his eyes at that. “ Is that so? What are your friends going to do spank me?” he spat out. ” I think it is you who’s hours are numbered.” he said and slammed her against the wall some more, where she had then let herself become dead weight where she had elbowed him, and kicked him right in the nads which hurt like hell "fin' witch.” he mouthed as he held his crotch and well that right there just ticked him off, when he had recovered he had slapped her hard across the face knocking her against the wall and knocking her out. He left her slumped on the floor. “That will teach you to kick me there again.” he spat, but it wasn’t like she could hear him.

Once she was out for sure, he had set up her bed with some flowers and maggots instead them with a little blood, for dramatic effect, made the pillows out to be a Simone shaped figure curled up in bed with a blonde wig acting as it was her head. He wondered how long it would take the idiots downstairs to figure out she is gone! He had then scribbled a note, and said something about Simone’s funeral, and with that he had picked her up and threw her over his shoulders now that the bed was all made up, and left threw the way he came out the window, he had then placed her in her cars passenger side, and they went off on their marry little way on a nice drive..


Tags -- >> Simi
Location-- >> The Damara House
Wearing -- >> dark clothing, jeans, sweatshirt, boots
Word Count-- >> n/a
OOC Comments -- >>-- hope the end to this works so we can move on with the other part of this plot heheh so evil mwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--

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