"Good morning," Lindsey greeted pleasantly, as he stepped through the door to his office.
"I hope you're well rested."
Sam
"Bite me," Sam drawled.
He'd been awake most of the night in the hopes his powers would return to him, but by the time the sedative had worn off he'd been to tired anyway. And so, the knife remained in the wall.
Lindsey
"I see spending time with the Slayer has improved your every day vernacular."
Lindsey bent and injected him with another sedative, then stepped back.
"But nevermind, we're going to start the transfering today. Then you can go back to her. If you behave."
Sam
"Yeah, sure," Sam couldn't help but laugh, distracting himself from the pain in his arm.
"You know they'll hunt down your sorry ass first chance they get."
Lindsey
"I can deal with the girl," Lindsey scorned. "I plan on dealing with her often."
He smirked, eyes taunting Sam cruelly.
Sam
"You know," Sam tilted his head, amused, "I wasn't talking about her. And I wasn't talking about Angel or his posse either."
He smirked.
"You have no idea what kind of community you invade when you take a hunter," he snered the last word.
Lindsey
"I'm shaking in my boots."
Lindsey let out a laugh, then walked over to the wall, pulling the knife out.
"This might sting a little."
Sam
Sam breathed heavily, but closed his eyes. He told himself that whatever Lindsey did - he'd dealt with a lot worse. This guy was only human.
Lindsey
Lindsey cut across Sam's chest, slashing his shirt in the process.
"By all means, you feel free to scream."
Sam
"Screw you," Sam breathed, opening his eyes again but clenching his fists tighter.
He idly hoped Lindsay hadn't cut through his protective tattoo.
Lindsey
Lindsey cut across his own palm, mixing his blood with Sam's.
"I will drink... the blood will wash in me, over me, and I will be cleansed. I will be worthy to free Azazel."
He paused, clenching his fist.
Sam
Sam couldn't help but chuckle.
"You know Azazel's dead, right?"
Lindsey
"I'm quite aware, yes."
Lindsey returned to what he was doing.
"Bear witness... as I ascend... as I become. Everything that I am, everything that I have done, has led me here. I have strayed, I have been lost."
Sam
Sam hesitated, feeling something in his gut. It felt more like hunger pain than anything else, but he couldn't be entirely sure.
"You think you're gonna become such a high-class demon with a few short words and some blood mixing?" he raised his eyebrows expectantly.
Lindsey
Lindsey ignored him.
"But Azazel redeems me. With this act, we will be free."
He opened his palm and then let out a surprised cry as he flew back against the wall, a bright light appearing briefly in the room.
Sam
Sam's chair fell backwards and broke, leaving him chained on the ground. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, only to add to his slashing earlier.
Groaning, he rolled onto his side and coughed, glad to not see any blood come from his mouth.
Lindsey
"Dammit!" Lindsey shouted.
He got to his feet and paced across the floor.
"There must be something I missed. The incantations, the blood... I don't know!"
Sam
Sam held himself back from mentioning 'maybe it should have been in Latin?', wondering that if he actually did it right, would he survive?
He struggled to get up into a sitting position, his ankles still chained to the bottom of the chair.
Lindsey
"This is very disappointing."
Lindsey picked up the chair behind his desk and threw it against the wall angrily. He turned and glared at Sam, as if it were somehow his fault.
He walked over and punched him hard in the jaw.
"That feels a little better."
Sam
Sam yelled out in pain, collapsing to the ground again.
The cold floor on his face was at least a little help.
"You're not ready for this," he said finally, without moving.
Lindsey
Lindsey aimed a kick for Sam's stomach, delivering it with painful precision.
"You have no idea."
Sam
Sam started coughing again, this time spitting out a little blood.
"I have every idea," his eyes closed to slits, "because I'm the one that's living it."
Lindsey
"Not for long."
Lindsey snapped another kick at Sam's stomach, then turned and headed for the door.
"This isn't over, Sam."
Sam
Sam would have made a smart assed reply, but at his point he could barely breathe.
He remained laying on the floor as Lindsey left the room, cringing every time he took a breath.