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Chapter 2: Oh fuck this
"Drive faster!" Chibs yells up to Juice in the front as he keeps his burly arms around Tig. The beast's out, but his body still struggles. Chibs doesn't want to dose him again, the pain that overcame Tig before was too much for Chibs to see and he's not sure what a third dose would do. But if they don't get to the clubhouse soon he's gonna have to, they can't lose Tig again, not again. He's already hurt people, only recently some low-down gangbangers who were about to rape some woman anyway but still, next time it might be an innocent.
"Fuck." Chibs lets out a low grunt as a bump in the road jars his injured arm, it's bleeding badly but he didn't have time to wrap it up. He's lucky he didn't lose the limb, though lucky doesn't seem to be an accurate word for it. It was a stupid move, throwing his arm around Tig like that, when Tig was in the state he is. But Chibs did it anyway, somehow he felt confident he wouldn't come to any serious harm- this time he was right.
"Jesus Christ Juice! Do you know how to fucking drive?" He hears the young man curse under his breath but there's no response. "Shite." That curse wasn't for Juice though, rather the unconscious Tig as his elbow lodged itself in Chibs stomach. The man squirms again and Chibs has to tighten his grasp, how can someone fight so much when they weren't even awake?
"We're almost there Chibs, just a few more minutes."
"Make it a minute Juice, I can't hold him much agghh FUCK!" Chibs gasps, and tries to stifle any more cries of pain- fear that the sound would wake up Tig- and glances down at his arm. It's the same one from before, Tig's teeth lockdown tight around it, more blood spilling from the wound and Chibs starts to go numb. The fucking werewolf bit him when he asleep?
"You alright?" Juice's voice sounds worried, but Chibs can't take much note of it. He nods weakly, hoping that Juice can see that in the rearview mirror because there's no way he can make an audible response. Chibs keeps his brown eyes focused on the ceiling, trying to block it all out. This isn't how things were suppose to go, it was supposed to be a simple grab. But damn they just had to have him alive, just had to have Tig, Scariest Werewolf Ever still kicking, no, they just couldn't let Chibs kill him and go about business like he usually does.
It was a stupid idea and Chibs tried to convince the employers against it. But the Teller-Morrow's weren't exactly a family you argue with, especially when they're offering you a million dollars. Now though, he doesn't want to hand Tig over. He's a fucking werewolf and Chibs is a hunter and he should want to strangle Tig: But he doesn't. The sudden change of heart has him a little pissed. He won't be getting any money because of how long this job has taken, and all Tig seems to want to give is bites to the same damn arm! So much for gratitude, 'Hey, I just saved your life. I get that in return? Oh thanks, I always wanted to be bitten by a werewolf, twice. A dream come true' - not likely.
Things would be so much easier if he wasn't such a softy at heart. He wonders when he lost his hardness, the harsh grit he used to have. It had to be before Juice otherwise he would have never agreed to take the pathetic excuse for a man with him and train him in the ways of Werewolf hunting. But that's one thing, going soft for a werewolf- that's completely preposterous, yet he's done it. Something about Tig has his heart on his sleeve, Tig's pain is his own and he fucking hates it.
But it's gonna end tonight, he'll hand Tig over and it will all be done, something to forget; out of sight, out of mind.
A/N: So yeah, poor Chibs, he's so not happy. I guess it's pretty easy to figure out no Tig is a werewolf and Chibs a werewolf hunter. They don't go so well together do they? Anyway, one more post on this one before I leave you without it for awhile.
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