Silence on the Line {Cristina}

[Simone Winchester]

There were a lot of things that Simi had never wanted to do. Things that included being tarred and feathered, made to eat wiggling nasty little worms, or being locked in a room with eight legged creepy crawling spiders. Almost any of those would have been preferable to what she was about to do, however. No matter how much she knew she needed too, she did NOT want to place the call that needed to be placed.

Standing in the living room area of her families penthouse suite, the slender blond paced back and forth in front of the sky view windows and twisted her hands. The sounds of her mothers voice tucking the little ones into bed after the short flight to New York had her worrying at her bottom lip but it was the phone in her hand that truly made her nervous.Staring down at it like it was a snake prepared to strike, her thumb hovered over the speed dial button and then slide away.

So far, neither of her parents knew the truth and she wanted to keep it that way until she'd had a chance to talk to her former lover. It seemed like the proper thing to do... in theory at least. Reality was something completely different though.

Especially after the news she'd gotten just a few days ago at the doctors office. Honestly, a phone call wasn't the proper way to drop the sort of bomb she was going to but.. What else was she to do? They hadn't spoken since that night and she didn't know where he and his formerly dead fiance even were. The only thing she had was his cell number unless she wanted to pick up the phone and call Uncle Dean which would only get her a lecture, she was sure. Uncle Dean was love but he had a wick ass temper when he thought someone was being stupid and she'd bet right about now?? He thought she was being stupid.

Which... Maybe she was but she had no idea how to deal with all this. How exactly was a girl suppose to react when the man she loved sold his soul for his former love??

Growling low to herself, Simi forced herself to push those thoughts away and concentrate on the task at hand. Not allowing herself to think about it, she hit the send button and put the phone to her ear. As the ring tone played, she bit a finger nail and shifted restlessly.

Unfortunately the one occurrence that she HADN"T planned on was the sound of a feminine voice picking up and saying "HELLO?". It was almost enough to bring her to her knees but she was made of tougher stuff than that.

"Hello. Is Ryder available please??" she said in what she hoped was a normal, level tone.

[crisgraves]

It was getting really old; this game Cris was forced to play with the wee Winchester. How long had it been, anyway? Gah, it felt like years she had been acting the innocent, understanding, pregnant woman, and so far, the hunter just hadn’t cracked like she’d expected him to. Sure, the man hadn’t denied her warm embraces and even a bit of cuddling while they watched mindless television or just sat and talked, but so far Ryder hadn’t done more than kiss her cheek or squeeze her hand, and he was always distant when he did it.
No…the hopeless hunter wouldn’t even let his risen from the dead fiancée show him how much he’d been missed, and -that- was beginning to piss her off.

Not that she was super duper excited about lying with the fucking meat sack. Hell no. She just wanted to do it to 1.) Force his thoughts from that damned Simone James woman and 2.) Have something juicy to throw at the James woman to increase the pain she was enduring right now as her new boyfriend had been stolen right out of her hands.
It was always nice to get a two-for-one, and getting in the middle of this family was like hitting Hell’s Jackpot.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Ryder said quietly and rose from his spot beside her where they’d been just sitting in contemplative silence. (How very frustrating)
Like he had been since that Christmas Eve night the hunter was like a zombie trying to pretend he belonged in a world full of the living. His eyes were vacant even when he smiled, he murmured her name in his sleep, and he had been drinking and smoking like it was the last night of his life…
Which actually made the demon giggle a little because since the hunters didn’t know who held the contract for his deal, it might very well be true.

“Sure, baby.” Cris waved at him absently and feigned interest in the magazine she’d been flipping through for the past hour, finally releasing the annoyed sigh when she heard the sound of running water in the bathroom down the hall.

God. The urge to go to the kitchen, get one of the sharpest knives and take it to his throat while he was naked in the shower was fucking tempting. But then there would be all the blood, and the game would be over before it had even begun, both of which were completely unexciting.

The black eyed demon rolled her eyes at the sound of the ringing phone, and she wondered who it would be this time. Would she have to put on a saccharine voice in order to calm Ryder’s moms frazzled nerves? Would it be a sniveling baby sister? The quick-tempered big brother?

A sly smile crept over the bitch’s face when she answered and the sound of Simone’s trembling voice came from the other end. “Oh, hi there Simone.” Cris called her that because she knew Simi hated it. “No, he’s not available right now…he’s in the shower, actually…and I was just going to help him wash his back so I’ll let him know you called.”

The venom in the demon’s tone was so obvious, it was a wonder the telephone in her hand didn’t melt. “By the way Blondie….how are you these days? Lonely?”

[Simone Winchester]

Well, well, well. Looked like Little Miss Sweet and Innocent was showing her true colors. There were SO many reactions to the woman's catty little remarks that Simi could have but the only one she really computed was the suddenly urge to reach through the phone and strangle the bitch with the nearest cord. Had the cell's in question had the old fashion cords, she would happily have used those. Maybe there was a convenient charger cord nearby.

Unfortunately, as satisfying as that thought was, it wasn't very feasible and even Simi wasn't THAT good at magic. Besides, it wouldn't solve anything anyways except make Cristina look even more like the victim.

So, the young blond took a deep breath to settle her temper and narrowed her eyes as she gazed out over the big apple.

"I'm sure that your enjoying your little games but that isn't why I called. Unlike you, I don't feel the need to be bitchy... I know Ryder loves me and he always will... You may have him now but that doesn't lesson what we had in our own time by any shape or form.. SO take that and smoke it in your little pipe. You can have your sly little innuendos and backstabbing little games.... I don't have to play them." she said coolly, satisfied with the hard, cold edge her voice had taken. "And just a word of warning?? You hurt Ryder in anyway?? Your time in hell is going to look like a cake walk to what I will do to you. Like my mama always said.. A lady doesn't start a fight... But she can damned sure finish one. You might have the others fooled but I can see right through you and what I see is a manipulative little cat. Hold on to him as long as you can because Ryder isn't stupid.. Sooner or later, hes going to see you for what you truly are and then it will be game over. Hurt him in the meantime and by the time I'm done with you??? You'll think the devil himself is kind."

Her warning delivered, Simi didn't even wait for the hiss that she knew was coming.

"Now, if you know whats good for you and you don't want your little escapade to blow up in your face... I would suggest you tell Ryder I called and have him call me back."