Nest Breech
David's pacing and snarling, things in his way are immediately flying out of his way. the uncertainty and rage rolling off him had me tense and feeling the same, so much being flooded by him it was hard to know when his feelings topped and mine started. We're all not to calm and happy, but the discord has been in the air for a few years now.
Tired of the feelings' David is bombarding us, specifically me with, I try to distract him. Making purring noises at first that become a low rumble in my throat. He's not paying attention to the invention, this gets me curious about how far I could go with out him even noticing me, however my noise hasn't gone unnoticed by Paul who's watching me from the opposite side of the fountain I'm sitting on, amusement on his face. I stretch over the fountain, still rumbling out the low purr, my belly flat against the stone. Davids not giving any notice to these signals. I glance at Paul with a smirk and then lower myself ass raised and deepen the tone of the noise I'm making. No notice, Davids to lost in anger.
My brow quirked, David had to be really lost in his rage for my invite to gone unnoticed. I shrugged and grabbed up cupcake who was laying next to Davids chair, watching its' master pace and lash out at random objects. " Ok, you need a new name, cause cupcake is a wuss name." The dog just stares at me. " I know!"
" What?" Pauls' voice, he was now leaning over the fountain closer to me with interest.
" Violator!" At Pauls' look I explain. " Spawn, that movie? The fucked up looking clown that turned into that skeletal demon thing, perfect name for a face munching hell dog!"
" Ewww no, He's Cupcake, not Violator!" Brandy looked disgusted.
" I'm with Mike, he needs a manly name!" Paul smirks.
" Dude, it's a dog. Not. A. Man." Mercedes rolled her eyes. " His name's Cupcake, we're not changing it. Right David?"
" Oh no, no, no Mercedes, don't even try, I'm the one that has put up with getting fucked by David like a two dollar hoe, so his name's Violator." I shake the dog in front of Pauls' face, glancing towards David who still seemed oblivious. Brandy and Mercedes give me this look, the kind girls give you when they are going to play the I'm mad, but not mad game... Which isn't effective when neither are my mate.
" Pssh. You have to kick him, come on you can do it, you want to be bad ass hell dog right? Just do some fucking matrix kicks." I push Violators' feet forward at pauls' face.. He sort of kicks, well he puts his feet up and starts pushing against Pauls' face, Paul just gives me this look like I'm the one stoned.
" Mikey, you're scaring me." Paul cracks a smirk.
" Judo chop!" I try raising Violators leg to to do like some kung fu move against Pauls' face.
" ... Stop abusing the dog Micheal." Brandy rolled her eyes. " He's not Violator and right now I'd say he's being violated... Geeze his expression says someone help me."
" I'm helping him learn some moves. A karate kicking hell hound this small just would be bad ass." I look back at the girls then continue with my kicking and punching on Paul, sorta... Using the dogs feet.
" Do you know Kung Fu?" Mercedes asks me.
" No... But I've watched enough Bruce Lee Movies." So what if I have no actual training, big deal.
" Really..." Mercedes rolls her eyes. " Micheal, it's so surprising you used to be the school jock when you were human."
" Jock is better than being a clone from Davids' sperm cell." I smile evilly at Mercedes. She didn't strip her hair or pull it back making her facial features stand out like she used to, but she still looked enough like David to be his sister... When she was bleaching, she looked like his female clone.
Paul falls off the fountain in a fit of laughter from my crude insult." Burn!"
Mercedes flips her finger at me and Paul, then decides to turn her back towards us, encouraging Brandy to do the same.
Paul pulls himself up back onto the fountain and looks over to see where David was at, I look as well. David wasn't in sight anymore.
" Ah shit!" I yelped as I suddenly feel the weight of someones' body land on me and teeth sink into my nape from behind. I let out a low rumble in my throat. " Took your ass long enough to notice me." I bent my head back and nipped Davids cheek then moved from under him as he released his hold of my nape. Paul is cackling again, this time at me getting bombed by David.
" You making light of the severity of this?" I felt Davids claws run down the back of my jacket.
" No, just tired of feeling like I want to massacre everything in sight because you're letting things get to you." I turn to again nip at him, catching his chin. " I don't like feeling pissy when it's not me being the one pissy. It's annoying and Pauls' idea does have a point, we can just withdraw to the deeper parts, like off the old ball room across that drop, no one who can't fly is going to get over that."
David looks towards Paul then me. " Not that easy Micheal." He then stands. " Right now it's just a few mortals exploring, soon we'll get someone really curious or even treasure seekers." He gestures to the fountain Paul is half laying on. " They'll see this and." he points to the bar. " That, they'll know something was here and fell threw and if a smart one thinks to check old records they'll know there was a hotel here at one time. They'll come looking for old forgotten things trapped in time, we're one thing I'd rather not be found."
" It's not just the attraction of hunters, we would be in danger as a whole if our true existence got out." David let himself flop down into his wheel chair unceremoniously.
" Or worse, we'll be attacked by freaky kids that think they're Bella and we'll be thier Edward!" Paul half jokes.
" Yea, but what else can we do?" I asked.
" Leave." Only word came from Davids mouth, but it spoke volumes.
" Wait, leave the cave?" Dwayne spoke up From a book he was reading, a look of reluctance on his face.
We're territorial creatures of habit, ones that do not like a lot of change. Leaving the cave would be a very major change for us and hard for us to cope with. More so for David, Dwayne, Marko and Paul who spent a century in the cave. Except now urban development is pushing in onto our personal territory, our haven from the bombardment of the mortal world. David had been enraged because the scent of humans were about the cave, but that wasn't what had pushed Davids rage so hard, one of the mortals had tagged our cave. Our cave with their marks, leaving their graffiti on our walls as if to claim it as theirs.
" No, Santa Carla." David stated, the resentment is heavy in his tone.
" What!" We all said in shock, talk about upheaval and change.
" Why?" Brandy had the dog now in her arms, the dog was whimpering from our collective shock and discomfort and resentment. " OK, this cave, yea I can see why, with those condos and that they're expanding them even more, but why the city itself?"
" What about feeding? We'll have to change our feeding, it wont be the same kind of cycle somewhere else." Marko brought up this tid bit, which would be the most important.
" We'll have to adjust our feeding cycle to where ever we den at, but we can't stay in Santa Carla, we would be far to tempted to try and return to our roosts here, it wouldn't be easy just moving to sleep in the back of the cave, much less trying to leave it all together without returning. We'll have to leave Santa Carla and the state put enough distance between us and the city that we can't make it back here in a single night." David sighed and pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and light it up. " We have no choice, we leave, put enough distance between us and here."
" I'm not leaving my birds." Marko grabs up one of said birds and clutches it to himself and strokes its' head. " Were would we keep them? It's not like open caves are found just anywhere?"
" We'll have to figure something out, cage them, they're your pets anyway, they won't leave the new den once we've established it, they'll roost where you roost." David remarks between puffs.
" No they would roost where I roost if you'd let them in the sleeping den." Marko smirks.
"Oh hell no, no, that's not changing, I'm not waking up covered in their shit." Mercedes protests with a no budging on this subject.
" Yea, Marko, your pets have to make due with not joining us in the den, ever, least not if we're going to be in the line of fire." Dwayne also has no want to be pigeon newspaper.
" They wont maybe, but we need to find a new den first. I'll set them up when we do." Marko releases the bird and it makes its' way down onto the floor. " But we'll have to cling directly to the ceiling? No posts?" Marko frowned at the thought.
" We'll see if we can take the rails in the current den, I'm not much for having the fun of sleeping hung from the rocks, takes more effort to hang on. " David sighed again in frustration.
" How are we going to move though?" Dwayne Looks between us. " We want to have enough time between us that we wont want to return, but we head out we'll be wanting to turn around when we get to far, it's not like we really have places we know to shelter in as we go." He had a point.
" ... We'll have to use something... A Moving van and we'll just have to tough it out and sleep in the truck, pile our stuff in it and sit and continue at sun down till we find a place that is satisfactory." David was thinking now, trying to figure out how to go about our situation.
" This is gonna be hell." Dwayne groaned, followed by Paul and Marko, David makes a face in response to the remark.
" Yup, the fun of having to deal with moving, we've been safe here since 1906, this is our home, our den, we know it inside out, but we're going to be having to leave and have to learn to survive in a new place... We're going to have to feed heavily before leaving David?" Paul looked over at David.
" Yes." David looked at me, Brandy and Mercedes. " We can't be killing on the open road, we don't have time to figure out where to move bodies and hunters tend to know what to look for, especially bon fires. We can't leave signs of passing and when we get to our destination we'll have to keep from feeding till we know the place. So before we go, we're gonna have to eat up, cause it'll be our last for a very long time." David glanced over at Marko when Marko let out a moan. " Santa Carla has been the prime ideal spot, with beach bon fires the norm, Hunters can't properly trace the flow of vampires to an area and bodies can be dumped in the ocean, by the time they're found if they're found there's nothing left to identify them.
" I hate fasting." Marko shuddered. " So when do we leave?"
" A week at the longest, best we leave as soon as we can. Gather what you... Paul we're not taking the fountain. " David shakes his head at Paul who been acting like he was going to lift the fountain up.
None of us felt relaxed, we wouldn't be relaxed for a long time, nope instead anxious and nerved up. it wasn't going to be fun having to go road tripping when we're a bunch of creatures that rarely migrate.