003: Have you ever broken anyone's heart?
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Dumb question, of course I have.

I’ve broken, torn, ripped and stabbed one human heart after another. That’s one of the perks of the jobs, twisting and warping human emotions until they’re practically begging me to end their pathetic excuse of a life.

It’s all about getting under their skin and finding out what makes them tick. It doesn’t matter who they are, everybody has a weakness and more often than not you can find it in their heart.

Everyone has a chink, a weakness in their armour, and I exploit that.

Human beings are easy, almost too easy sometimes. They’re a walking talking mass of issues and contradictions. What you see is never what you get and it takes some digging but if you’re dedicated you can find out most anything about a person.

All it takes is a pretty little smile and a soulful caring set of eyes. Had that reaffirmed when I took Sam Winchester’s body for a ride, the things people told him because of those big puppy dog eyes.

Hearts are there to be broken so if you can why not do it?

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural
Word Count : 260

"The moral of the story..."

To the world, she looks like any ordinary hitchhiker.

A pretty blonde girl sitting by the side of a road, waiting for someone to take pity on her and offer her a generous lift to the next town. Hell, maybe even take her the whole way if she smiled at them just right.

Truth is, she hasn’t been regular in quite some time but people only see what they want to see and she will use and abuse that to the very best of her ability.

So when she turns in her seat, giving that smile of hers and suggesting that the driver pulls over - he doesn’t blink, just grins and does exactly what she wants.

She keeps on smiling as she picks up her bag and reaches inside, the idiot driver makes some kind of lewd comment which she laughs off. He’s laughing too, up until the point where the tip of her knife slices open his throat and he’s gurgling on the blood in the back of his throat.

Meg watches on with an indifference that’s frightening; how someone can look so human but lack everything that makes a person human.

When he’s bleeding enough, she puts a chalice to his neck and collects the blood. It’s her way of communicating with the one she calls father, the one the Winchesters hunt with every part of the being and it is her way of knowing the next step.

The moral of story is never trust strangers especially pretty blondes that sit on the side of a road.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 260

Because Dea and I are completely insane, we have decided to start our own prompt community. Simply because we cannot get enough of the ones we have and we enjoy writing in this way.

What can we say, we were inspired.

The community is a weekly prompt community with four topics (1 question, 1 quote, 1 picture and 1 word) posted and as always muses are expected to respond once every 4 weeks so it's not that hard to do unless the muses stage a mutiny but that's a story for another day.

Currently we have a few people interested and we feel confident enough in what we consider our groundwork to put it out there for public viewing and hopefully interest.

So if anyone's interested or morbidly curious, it can be located over at muse_channel but please bear in mind we're not launching just yet.

Also I apologise to anyone who might see this several times over.

"What keeps you up at night?"

It depends.

When Meg was human, it used to be the usual things that kept anyone up. The leaking faucet in the kitchen, the sounds of life from outside of her window, or the neighbour two doors down that always played their television too loud.

Now that she’s demon, other things keep her up burning that midnight oil.

It’s the screams of her victims - the adrenaline of the hunt and the knowledge that no matter how fast and how far they run she’ll find them because she always has and she’ll never stop looking.

People like to believe that they’re safe in their houses, locked up behind their doors but the truth is that at night they’re at the most risk because demons don’t need invitations and they’ll sure as hell come a knocking on the door.

What keeps Meg Masters up at night?

It’s the chance that someone was dumb enough to leave the back door open, it’s the blind faith that humanity has in their walls, and in their belief that demons can’t exist because it’s not logical.

It’s the possibility of the chance to show them just how wrong they are.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 195

"Hidden"

I’m still here, Meg Masters, the girl I was before this thing took over my body.

The girl who used to be in the choir when she was younger, the girl that could cook you some killer apple pie and the girl whose life was stolen from her.

Now I’m what? A killer, driven by this weird kind of fucked up need to prove myself to daddy and get my kicks from making other people’s lives a misery.

I’m here but hidden, I’ve only ever reared my head once in the time I’ve been held prisoner and even then I was dying. Bullet wounds and a fall from an eight storey window tends to do that.

I thought for sure my time was up and I was okay with that because I was dying and I was free, the demon could no longer control me or control the things I did but it turns out this fucking thing is a lot stronger than I thought.

It’s back and I’m once again shoved into the recesses of my own mind, fighting and clamouring for freedom only for my eyes to turn black and that’s in a nutshell is my world, black, darkness, nothing beyond what I think or feel.

I hope to God the Winchesters exorcise this thing right the second time around because I am damn tired of living like this.

Hidden or not, I will have my day and I will take this demon down with me.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 248

"Have you ever rebelled? If you have, how did you do it?"

Unlike many, I am a rebel with a cause.

I drink, I party, I stay up late and I sleep with random men for fun, that's right, fun. See, by all rights and society laws I am a rebel because I don't abide by what they consider to be good and proper.

Maybe I am a rebel and maybe I am not, what right do people have to pass judgment on me and for living my life? Just because my life doesn't fit what they consider the "norm" it somehow makes me different and rebellious. Could it be that their nine to five, happy nuclear family with the station wagon is actually a form of rebellion in itself because it's going against one extreme and into another just to escape?

No one's got any rights to call anyone else a rebel because at the end of the day, we define our reality and more often than not, no one can judge something if they don't understand it.

So whatever, label me and this life of mine whatever way you want to but I know the truth and let's just say I'm thoroughly comfortable with it.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 195

Ask me four questions, any four, no matter how personal, dirty, private or random, and I'll answer them as truthfully as I can. Then you post this on your journal and answer any questions that come up, if you want to.

"What are your thoughts on monogamy?"

I’ve always been a faithless kind of demon so pray tell why I’d give a rats ass about something like monogamy?

If you think that people are meant to be with one person and one person only for the rest of their natural born lives (which if I had my way wouldn’t be very long) you’re really living in some fucked up replica of One Flew over the Cuckoo Nest.

People like to believe that when the vows are said and the rings go on, that’s it, the end. You get to live a happy apple pie kind of life but really how many married couples do you know that have it easy?

There’s a reason why the Ten Commandments have: “Thou shalt not commit adultery.”

You think that’s there for no reason? Come on, stop being naïve and open your eyes. It wouldn’t be there if someone hadn’t done it already and someone else hadn’t found out about it.

Take a look at Adam and Eve, for an example.

Eve was seduced by the devil himself and she was supposed to be made just for Adam. God even plucked out one of Adam’s ribs and made Eve out of it. If that’s not a sworn “I’ll be with this man for the rest of my life” then I really don’t know what is. Granted she took Adam along for the ride but still was she or was she not unfaithful to consider another man, albeit Serpent’s, temptations above those that she was meant to believe and cherish?

So I guess my thoughts boil down to this, this one inexplicable truth, monogamy is the lie we tell ourselves so that we can sleep at night. It’s the warm comforting blanket we wrap around us because we hope, we just hope, that there’s something about us that’s worth loving.

Monogamy’s for fools, blind fools at that.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 315

"Do you tend to make friends easily? Why or why not?"

Friends are expendable as far as I’m concerned.

First thing I did when I took on this body was kill all those pesky concerned friends because their precious Meg Masters was acting differently.

She wasn’t the same sweet girl they’d known in their life. Pity they didn’t have the first idea of what I am, not that it would have made a difference to the way in which their necks snapped and their bodies died.

The sure fire way to kill someone is to kill the people closest to them, look at precious Mary Winchester. Killed her and killed John Winchester in a fell swoop and whether or not he knows it he took his boys down with him.

Revenge is a one way street, there’s no turning back and no diversions. Friends no longer mean anything in the face of the goal you’ve set for yourself. Everyone and everything becomes a resource, John Winchester understands this. It’s the one thing we see eye to eye on.

I suppose making friends is all about how you come across and let me tell you I can be sugar and light when I want to and the sad thing is that people actually buy it. They think I’m this girl with the sweet smile that wouldn’t hurt a fly but that’s where they’d be wrong.

I make them real easily and I kill them just as easily because they are only as good to me as what they can do and once they’ve fulfilled their purpose I have no more need for them. Pretences are hard things to keep up and I tire of them because I am what I am and I make no fucking apologies because I like who I am.

Friends are resources to use and abuse and I’ve always been real good at collecting resources.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 307

"Spirit"

Like so many beautiful things in this world spirit can be broken.

Meg wonders how much more it will take to break the Winchesters because she can already see the tears and the cracks. A little more pushing and they’ll shatter like glass, poetry in motion.

Insecurity - fear, paranoia and mistrust.

The wonderful emotions that enable her to push buttons and pull strings like she’s inside their heads and she’s never leaving. They don’t even realise until it’s too late. Meg has every intention of beating on walls, of draining dry the emotional reserves and sapping the hope from every moment the Winchesters experience.

Daddy Winchester’s been teetering since the death of Mary and Sammy’s not that far behind and Dean, he’s already broken but he doesn’t know it yet because they’re all too blind to believe.

If they think spirit is going to be the thing that sees them through then they are sorely misguided and dumber than they look.

The girl inside of her, the one locked away in the confines of her own mind was harder to break than originally anticipated but it happened over those months and the demon’s now in total control.

Complete and utter control, just the way she likes it.

Human spirit is a valuable thing, a very precious commodity that once lost is hard to regain and Meg, she has plans on breaking the Winchesters spirit until there’s nothing left, until the light in their eyes is gone and they’re not even dead yet.

Spirit is never giving up and Meg has no intention of ever giving up.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 267

Have you ever woken up in the morning and not remembered what you did the night before?

Well sure I have honey, wouldn’t be much point to living if I hadn’t had one of those mornings now would there?

You see people have this misconception that when you possess a body and you got your priorities fixed on a certain family that everything else ceases to matter but they’d be wrong.

I enjoy a good night of debauchery and bad behaviour just the same as any other living person out there. I’m a woman so I crave the touch of a man, the caress of a mouth on areas of my skin and body that make this skin of mine sing.

I’ll get up and dance on a table, I’ll swing these hips of mine and I’ll eye fuck anyone that dares to look at me like I don’t belong and then in the morning I’ll roll out of bed and everything will be a blur of alcohol, hot touch and good feeling.

Nothing beats it and nothing lets off steam the way that getting so drunk and so out of your head does, not even sex comes close but usually that’s a part of it so who’s going to fuss over the details?

You haven’t lived until you can’t remember what you did the night before and anyone that says different is already dead or just not living right.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 223

Agree.

Why?

Because I’m still here when I should be rotting in hell like Dean Winchester is so fond of saying.

I’ve been shot, knocked out of a window - hit tarmac and I’ve been exorcised from this body of mine. It’s broken and it’ll die the moment I leave it but it’s still alive and I’m still here.

You’d think that be enough to kill me but no sorry I’m still here making the Winchesters lives a misery because let’s face it, it’s too fucking easy.

Humans, they delude themselves with the idea that they’re stronger because they’ve been through adversity and have managed to come out of it alive.

It’s so far from the truth because humans break, they’re brittle and even if they don’t break when they lose their mother, their girlfriend, or when their brother walks away and their father disappears, they’re going to break in the end. It’s just a matter of time.

Strength is an illusion for them but not for me. I survived an exorcism, now go ahead and tell me that it doesn’t take a damn strong person to do that?

Course it made me just a bit more vengeful when it comes to the Winchesters, fucking demon hunters think they’re the only ones with the right to family and life.

They tried to kill me, they failed and now I’m back in black, baby.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 233

I inherited tons upon tons of knowledge.

The demon inside of me is old, not as old as its daddy but old enough. It knows things that would make your head spin; it’s seen and done things that would make even the strongest of guys’ quiver where they stand.

I also inherited its unwavering loyalty to its father, the big bad demon himself.

I’m a lot like Dean in that respect, what daddy says is law. Demon can’t help but do as daddy says. Not sure if it’s fear, love or respect that drives it to do what dad tells it to do. Could be that it gets a sick twisted pleasure from the pain it inflicts, I’m sure that’s a part of it.

Everything it knows I know and everything it does is what I do.

I inherited the sins that the demon’s committed because I’ve not been strong enough to break free, to truly stand in my own shoes because it’s been so long since I last knew my own mind.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 173

Daddy, isn't it fun how they run?

Wonder how long till one of them breaks.

Nice touch with the note by the way.

If she hadn’t walked into that church on that Sunday would she still be Meg Masters and not demon bitch from hell?

You’d figure that demons wouldn’t be able to step onto hallowed ground but it would seem when they got old enough all arenas were fair game.

Meg’s church, her safe little refuge from the chaos of the world was such an arena. To look at her now you would never believe she’d once been religious and dedicated.

It wasn’t even like she had been a scary religious type, she didn’t believe in no sex before marriage, she swore, used God’s name in vain and listened to ‘devil music’ but still she had belief and she had faith.

If she had only chosen another day, another church, would she be her own person? If she hadn’t attended, if she’d gone with her friends, would things have turned out differently?

There are so many ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’ and she’s run through them all, there’s not a whole lot more she can do.

It kind of gets old after a while but it’s nice to ponder on the odd occasion.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 190

Shadowed figured, willow of a wisp against the busy streets but there were eyes that burned and watched with a hunger not matched by anything in this world or the next.

Her lips curled, settling into a smug curve and her body slipped away from the corner. She was lost in the throng of people who didn’t look past appearances and didn’t know that a demon walked amongst them.

Hips swayed, one leg placed confidently in front of the other. They were in this one town, Winchester brothers and recently reincarnated duo. Hopefully they had the sense to lay low, fall off her radar but Meg she had other plans.

A freak accident and the boys were bound to come running but all in good time; let them get comfortable, fall into a security that was shallow and weak. The rewards would be more than worth it.

Sleep whilst you can because soon enough you won’t be able to at all.

Not if it meant living like this, trapped and silenced in my own body.

I’d live forever if I could but only as myself, the woman I am, Meg Masters.

Free of this demon inside of me, cut from the strings and allowed to find my own two feet.

It’s such a simple request, such a simple desire, and yet I know it will never be because without this demon I’m as good as dead.

Sticks and stones will never hurt me, they will if you fall from a seventh floor window. Smash hard into concrete, crush into black tarmac and cough blood.

I never wanted this but who actually asks to be possessed? I find myself asking why a lot of the time, what made me so special that the spawn of Satan himself wanted in me?

All I want is to be able to open these eyes of mine and see the world as I used to, through the eyes of a woman in control and free of restraints.

I’d never want eternity if it meant being tortured every day and every night, silently screaming and beating against the wall holding me back, trapping me in the darkness of my own mind.

Fuck eternal life, all I want is to be free.

Put a bullet to me, end this charade and give me back what was taken from me.

Freedom of choice.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 234

When people fuck with carefully laid plans.

You think it takes minutes to think these things up? Hell no, they take weeks, sometimes even months.

I take great care in setting plans into motion, in pushing towards a certain goal and I usually get what it is I want and it’s rare when I don’t.

There’s a target, there’s always a target. Every plan is carefully thought out, every moment is a droplet of sand through the time glass and the gears have to turn. If they don’t then everything else is pointless.

The Winchesters, I love how they figure that they have the right to mess with plans set into motion long before they graced this world with their presence.

So what? One woman dies and somehow her death leads to a crusade?

I have two words for that, one begins with F and the other with P. I don’t think you’ll like them so I’m just gonna let your mind run wild. Do me proud.

It just annoys me when people ruin hard work.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 176

However I want them to.

You see I am more than just what I appear to be.

I’m a woman and a demon all wrapped up into one very neat package if I do say so myself.

There’s Meg, the woman that used to inhabit this body and then there’s me, the demon that’s taken control and I’m the one calling the shots. People see Meg but I’m the something lurking behind those eyes and making her mouth move.

I’m a puppeteer and people see what I want them to see.

She’s a really sweet girl is Meg, maybe it’s why I picked her. You’d never imagined she’d be the kind of girl to take a knife to your throat, you’d never believe that she would be capable of such atrocities and you would never look at her and think psychopath.

Wrong impressions, the strongest weapon you have in this world.

I’m a bitch, I’m a lover ...you know how that song goes don’t you?

You work it out, I am whatever I want or need to be. I am whatever is necessary at the time, I’ll cut this hair, change her clothes and Meg won’t be the Meg you knew, she’ll be someone else, maybe Sandra? Or Rachel?

I am who I want her to be.

Muse : Meg Masters
Fandom : Supernatural (Misc TV)
Word Count : 217