This one is dedicated to Leyna4eva, thanks for motivating me to write again! Sorry for being away so long, I'll try to update regularly! Enjoy~
Christophe choked and Gregory paled. Everyone grimaced at their own memories of the antichrist.
"Oui... weel find 'i'm." Christophe gritted out.
"What?!" Kenny exclaimed "We're going looking for the bastard?!"
Christophe shot him a glare then turned back to the girl. "Why do you need 'i'm?" he asked.
She shuffled her feet "Because I think he's behind all this..."
"Dead or alive?" Craig asked
"Alive" she said forcefully.
"Thats not going to be easy." Gregory muttered crossing his arms and leaning his hip against the edge of the table.
"I'll be coming with you, but first whos hungry?" Satania chirruped.
It was almost like she hadn't properly looked at any of them because she took one look at Kenny's battered frame and instantly started fussing over him like a mother hen. Christophe watched, amused as she made the blond sit and gave him tea with lots of sugar. Kenny was shocked and was unable to respond as she smeared a special cream on his bruises and cuts.
She paused when she realized everyone was staring at her "What?" she asked, blushing slightly "Sit! Quit looking at me like that!"
Tweek gave a shaky smile and took a seat at the table, knees pulled up to his chest, coffee cradled in his hands. Craig sighed and leaned against the wall beside him. Satania gave a nod then began bustling around trying to find something to serve them.
"I'm calling Marsh, tell him where we are." Craig grumbled taking out his cell and dialing a number.
"Oh! That reminds me! Christophe, Gregory, your sword and shovel are upstairs."
Christophe was was sprinting down the hall almost before she had finished, careening around the corner and up the stairs, dimly aware of Gregory calling after him.
The second floor was just as small as the first, only four doors opened from the short hall. He threw open all of them. Bedroom, bedroom, bathroom, bedroom- there! His precious shovel was laying on the bed next to Gregory's sword. Christophe crossed the room, quickly strapping his shovel to its proper place on his back. He sighed, instantly relaxing a fraction.
"Chris, that was beyond rude." Gregory entered behind him, strapping his sword to his hip.
"What are we goeeng to do about zis Gregoree?" Christophe asked gruffly.
Gregory regarded him with a delicately raised, golden eyebrow "She could easily kill us at any time. The fact that she hasn't means she needs us for something. If Damian is behind this then we will need her help. I say we team up with her for now."
Christophe nodded once then stalked out of the room, heading back to the kitchen.
Satania was smiling and laughing with Tweek causing the pair to pause as they entered the room. Chris locked eyes with Craig who stood behind the coffee addict. The raven shrugged, he was just as surprised as they were that she had managed to get so close to the normally paranoid Tweek Tweak.
She looked up as they came in. "Sorry but i don't have any food here, I, uh... borrowed the key to this place." She smiled sheepishly. "So shall we go out to lunch?" She glanced out the window "Er.. Dinner I suppose."
"We can go to the diner down the street." Kenny suggested
Everyone murmured their agreement but Christophe noticed Satania was staring at the door. She seemed frozen as if in a trance. Her eyes wide with...fear? Christophe raised a hand and the room fell completely silent within seconds all eyes on the frenchman. Christophe, in turn was watching the girl. Everyone else caught on to the tension and fingered their weapons. Christophe shrugged his shovel into his hand and crouched beside the demon. "What is it?" he asked quietly
"Shadows." She breathed. The door began to shake the knob starting to turn. Christophe could see his breath rise in front of him it was so- cold? when did-? The door opened with an ear splitting scream.
