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People, this is full of some major spoilers, so if you have't read Defiance: A Strange Angels Novel it will make no sense and this story also follows immiediatly after the last chapter. I really super hope y'all people enjoy this since it is my first story and if remember, if you read, you reveiw. XD
By the time I stepped out of the dank shower I was in for a shock when I noticed Ash sleeping next to the bathroom door and Graves sleeping next to the room door with three empty boxes of fries and 9mm pistol I didn't realize he had. How cute, my own little guard dogs, I think cynically. God, now I sound like Christophe.
Ouch. That's a tender spot. The guilt began to seep in. I'm so sorry Christophe, and the thing is, you probably know that, but I hope you also know that since I plan to make it out alive with Goth Boy and Ash, we will not be seeing each other for a long time. I wish I could tell him that, but that is a problem for the future, so it will have to wait for after I get some major sleep. I feel like my problems haven't even started, and honestly, I know right. Giving up is almost becoming tempting... Dads' growls echo in my brain, Dru girl, get your ass over it, get in the game and shoot the damn thing!
If only it were that easy Dad, but not everything can be shot.
Gran always used to say to list out all your problems, get the whole picture and then deal with it one by one, as if you actually know what you're doing. Well Gran, you want a list, so here it is. I am in a cheap hotel room with one bed, and two wulfen dudes, one a bit crazy who I have also shot in the face and another one who is in real bad shape that is disgusted with me. Okay, next problem, Sergej, the sucker that killed mom and dad, is not dead and is probably just waiting to shove a lamp post up my ass. Hmmm, what else, oh yah, me and my maybe maybe-not so friendly wulfen buddies are on the run from the Order with a lot of injuries, not a lot of money and ultimately no safe houses. We are also running out of weapons, have a stolen car, no actual destination and I am the leader of this little renegade group. And don't forget that I just now bloomed and am completely at loss of as to what to do. Yup, were screwed, oh, and there is a giant possibility that Anna is dead because I practically drained her dry.
A warm hand tapped my bruised leg and I look down to see Ash staring at me like a lost puppy. Well, I guess he wasn't sleeping after all. Motioning for him to stand up quietly so I could check him for and injuries or any other issues, I double checked the wards. Stronger than ever, but that probably has to do with the fact that I've bloomed. Ash got up slowly, as if he thought I am going to snap at him. Sighing I mutter out with a weak grin "Jeez, I'm not gonna eat you, I already ate plenty of burgers to fill me up. Maybe tomorrow though."
Muscles relaxing under his shirt, he stood up for my inspection. Minor cuts and a couple of fading bruises, nothing major except for a grape sized burn on his calf that just barley singed away the dirt on his leg. Speaking of dirt...has Ash ever even taken a shower since he changed? Inhaling through my nose, I just barley stop myself from gagging. "Ash, you are in need of a bath, and no buts about it."
He curled his lip back and snarled softly, orange flicking about his irises. "I am not in the mood for it Ash, you are getting a bath even if I have to scrub you down myself" bad choice of words Dru, but I kept on going. "And after that you are getting a makeover with the crap we bought at the drugstore." He glared at me and I stared straight at him, a battle of wills. After a few minutes of clashing our determination, his eyes dropped and he grumbled under his breath. I ignored him.
Tip-toeing quietly to Graves I put the empty food cartons in the trash and picked up the gun and placed it on the table. It still had the safety on.
With my newly gained svetocha strength I picked up Graves by the arm pits, avoiding his injured back, and dragged him towards the bed. Ash padded over and picked up Graves by the feet, who was still softly snoring. As we neared the bed, Ash got my attention, the nodded towards Graves sleeping body and then with his chin, pointed at the window with a goofy grin on his face. Laughing quietly, I smiled a genuine smile for what seemed like the first time in ages. "He would tear our heads off, and I personally, like where my head is." Ash smiled even wider than I thought possible and we placed Graves on the bed, under the cotton covers.
Ash looked into my eyes again and his face became grim. Oh, he could tell I had been crying in the shower. Well crap. Trying to hide the blush that was creeping onto my face, I put my head down and set to the task of taking off Graves shoes. "I'm just tired, that's all, I- I got soap in m-m- my eyes." I stammer out lamely, fooling no one. Ash gave me one last look before turning around towards the bathroom, his greasy hair dangling about his shoulders.
"Dru?" I hear Graves murmur. "The- the bed- for you…" he mumbles trying to move, but so tired that he just scarcely twitches as I toss his shoes on the floor.
"Shhhh. Go back to sleep" but Graves won't listen to me just yet. "I'm not tired" good Lord was that the biggest crap I have ever said, I am surprised I haven't already fainted of exhaustion long ago.
Graves, still not buying it, mumbles something unintelligible as I rack my brain for a liable reason that he should stay in the bed, and the one I get isn't entirely a lie. "I need to stand guard, I'll wake you up in a few," but by the then he was already asleep, and I wonder if he even heard a word I said.
Turning around, I look to Ash, who obviously does not want a shower and then after I give him The Look, the one that says 'try me and just see what happens', I grab a plastic bag filled with hygiene products.
Before we had entered the hotel, I had gone to a small drug store buying toothbrushes, toothpaste, first aid supplies, lighters and cigarettes( for Graves), hair dye, scissors, soap, shampoo, pocketknives, salt( for an unexpected ghost, cause you never know), and a pack of gum. Because the thing is, if we are going on the run, then we can't look or smell like Hobos, since it only attracts unwanted attention, not that we won't already be attracting attention with our stolen car and my malaika blades.
After pushing Ash into the shower with the bag of supplies, I slam and lock the door behind me. Looking into Ash's eyes, I feel my cheek go scarlet at the thought that here I am, going to give a not so broken wulfen a bath while we are in some cheap hotel, on the run. Yay me, I think as sarcastically as I can.
"Oh well, no time like the present." I sigh out as I turn on the cool water.
Soooooo, what do you think? Should Graves randomly walk in? Should Dru get a thing going with Ash or Graves? or maybe both? Should Christophe find them or will Dru give up all hope? Reveiws Reviews Reviews! Also, I am not sure what Ash's real hair color is, so I could use a little help there. Thanx a ton! :D
