Chapter Eight
Ciel
Ciel! Alois' footsteps pound against the floor in time with your throbbing head. Never again, you vowed. Never again would you subject yourself to a gathering of your elders. This always happened. Officially you were still nothing more than Sebastian's assistant (when put plainly) there was no reason for you to even attend such things. That and you had no real interest in ascending the ranks. You'd have to attend to your own responsibilities, plus those Sebastian pawned off onto you. There were not enough hours in the day, or casks of wine in the cellar, for such things. If you had to listen to everyone griping about the fall of Babylon one more time, you being grossly intoxicated would be the least of Sebastian's problems. You weren't old enough, or nostalgic enough, to care. Babylon didn't even sound that great from what you had read. Why the circle spent so much time complaining about it was beyond you.
Why now? Doesn't he have someone else he can pester? All through out the tournament preparations, the actual event, and the subsequent gatherings that followed, you had neither seen, or heard, hide nor hair of Alois or Claude. Now that everything was said and done, they decided to crawl out of whatever rock they had been hiding beneath. You didn't like this. In general you detested both of them, but when they showed up out of the blue like this, you found yourself especially suspicious. They were up to something, but you were too incapacitated to even want to try to figure it out.
The door to your bedroom bursts open and slams against the opposite wall when Alois barges in. You heard the plaster crack from the force, and wouldn't have been surprised if you found a hole in the wall from the brass knob. Great. One more headache to deal with.
You lie as still as possible, hoping Alois was feeling fickle enough to get bored and leave you. You had no such luck. In these situations you never did. You could only hope Sebastian wasn't feeling vindictive and came to your rescue sooner than later. Ciel you naughty boy, I should have known you'd still be in bed. You practically heard him pout as he lingered beside your bed. The seconds passed, then he latched onto your arm. You flinch, trying to pry him off as he drags you from the bed.
Alois, release me at once.
Hmmm...'kay. Alois drops you onto the floor, a coy smirk plastered across his face. You vision blurred from the impact of hitting the ground. Black spots dance in your vision as you cradle your head in your hands. You take a few, deep breaths and rub circles into your temples. We have work to do, stop slacking off. He giggles, bounding over to the window to open the thick curtains.
You wince in the bright light, shielding your eyes with your hand. Wait we? Alois there is no we, I have made this very clear.
Alois glares down at you. His icy blue eyes narrow slightly while he talks, sending a chill through you. How many times had you been subjected to such a look for things to end up poorly in your favor. Don't be rude. We came all this way to see you. Did you really think I'd be turned away so easily? Alois crouches in front of you. He rests one of his arms on his knee, and uses a hand to prop his head up while he gives you a halfhearted once over. His eyes lingered on your mouth lounger than you would have liked, although you always hated when he did that. It was as if he was trying his damnedest to take a peek inside of you. The malice was gone from his eyes now, he just seemed bored with the outcome of your current state. You really do look like shit. You were much cuter last time I saw you; Sebastian must be teaching you bad habits. He spat out Sebastian's name as if it left a bad taste in his mouth, although not without good reason you supposed. Sebastian disliked him more than you did. You slap his hand away when he reaches for your face, and try to summon the strength to stand. Alois' eyes cloud over slightly, as he watches you gather your legs beneath you, and brace yourself against the bed. You really would be better off with us.
Alois spoke quietly, almost to himself. When would he let you go? It had been nearly two hundred years. If you hadn't gave in to his pestering then, what made him think you would run to him now?
Alois tenses when Sebastian appears in the doorway, and stands. Sebastian ignores Claude, who had been lingering in the doorway this whole time, bypasses Alois, and draws the curtains shut again. A little of the pain in your eyes subsides, and you manage to pull yourself to your feet. Your legs felt like jelly, threatening to give out on you at any given moment. You rest as much of your weight as possible on the bed. I thought I told you to refrain from touching my young master.
This time you did roll your eyes, despite the pain it sent shooting through your head. Sebastian only said such things when he was trying to show off. Eventually Alois was going to see through him, but today was not that day. Alois plants his hands on his hips, stubbornly retorting, You don't own Ciel. I'll do as I please. You don't scare me.
Despite his brave words, Alois took a small step back when Sebastian advanced. From where I stand, neither do you. Now state your business or cease trespassing upon private property.
Private property my ass. The door wasn't even locked this time. Your getting forgetful in your old age, Sebastian. Claude poorly hides a smile from where he moved to close the door, then leans against it. Sure enough, there was a hole in the wall. We're helping you usurp the throne of course.
Claude's ghost of a smile quickly fades and he pulls out a purple handkerchief to polish his already spotless glasses. Sebastian frowns, coming to stand in between you and Alois. There mere suggestion of such a thing is treason.
Alois mimics his pose, although he was much too small to be intimidating. Then perhaps we shall report the pair of you. I think it's high time Claude and I had out turn in command.
Sebastian doesn't perceive it as much of a threat. It'll be your word against mine, and you both know just how popular you are.
Alois smirks, bounding over to Claude to drag him away from the door. Claude follows Alois for arguments sake, replacing his glasses and handkerchief in their proper places. Alois keeps his hands wrapped around Claude's arm. Sebastian, you should know better than anyone that we have eyes everywhere. Unless you want to continue playing dumb.
Alois rubs his face on Claude's arm while Sebastian tries lecturing him. I am not playing anything. You will have to take this up with someone else, assuming you don't get yourselves killed before you find what your looking for.
Alois turns slowly, but with a purpose, making a show of slipping his hand into Claude's. You should take better care of your flowers they look very wilted.
Sebastian frowns, his eyes darkening as Alois rests his hand on the doorknob. I'll have you know, that I bought all of these myself. I know the games you two play, and you shall not play them here.
Alois opens the door a crack, tilting his head to the side. Are your really sure? If I recall correctly there's a bouquet of pink lilies sitting in the dining room that your forgetting about. In Sebastian's following silence, Alois starts towing Claude into the hallway, saying in a cheerful sing-song, But Sebastian doesn't believe us, does he Claude?
I suppose not.
Sebastian remained tense in front of you, then sighs and asks Alois to return. He could have been serious? Sebastian. He didn't turn to you, only folded his arms over his chest as Alois came skipping back into the room . Too slow. I almost wouldn't have turned around.
What do you want?
I already told you. We want in.
That's all.
Sebastian your trying to be something you don't have. If you don't be careful you'll get your hand cut off. Alois seemed like he would have been more than happy to be the one to do it. A chill runs through you at the thought of it. He'd have to do it over your dead body. That was the only way you'd let him lay hands on Sebastian. Your fall from grace will be quite farther than Lucifer's. Considering all the things he lets you get away with.
Sebastian meets Alois coy smirk with a blood-chilling glare. His eyes turn pink as he sizes up his pint-sized opponent. But contrary to that he gives in. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't, or at least that's how he saw it. You weren't sure what you thought. Of course neither one of you had been expecting them to show themselves anytime soon. They showed up at the heart of chaos to cause more destruction than imaginable, then disappear again without a trace until more trouble showed itself. They must have been quite bored without their human toys if they had fallen so far as to come to you for help... or wanting to help. It wasn't in either one of their natures. Fine. Go to the States and keep an ear out for what the humans are planning, since that's the only thing your good at. We can't let them continue to thin our ranks at a time like this, even if it's only the undesirables. Eventually they work their way up to someone important.
Alois claps his hands together in excitement. I knew you wouldn't say no to me Sebastian. I'll see what I can do. He grabs your phone from the nightstand with a bright smile. You reach for him as an afterthought while he rummages through your phone.
Give it back!
Alois waves you off, wandering out of your reach as he tapped away, before placing it back in your waiting hands with a wink. I'll call you. Claude turned, leaving Alois sauntering out of the room. Or you can call me.
I won't.
He pokes his head back into the room and frowns, Ciel your always so mean to me. One of these days your going to miss me while I'm away.
You wrap your arms around Sebastian and bury your face in his back, trying to block out his voice. I won't. He calls after Claude, and you wait while they make their way through your house. Alois babbled on about a shopping trip they needed to make until the front door opened, and finally closed.
You sigh loudly and crawl back into bed, building up a wall of pillows and blankets around you. Sebastian, go make me coffee.
I think your forgetting something.
Now.
Angel
When you came out of the bathroom again the apartment had different feel than before. It was no longer a bustling hive of activity, but a suffocating and empty space. The only sound came from Nat playing his games in the living room, and even then, it wasn't nearly enough to fill the emptiness. The little street traffic there had been before had died and it wasn't like there was anyone wandering around this part of town at this hour.
You follow the glow of the TV down the darkened hallway, until your were standing at the edge of the living room. Nat had pulled the curtain back while you were away, but there wasn't any light to be let in from in. The building next door blocked the view of the street and the street lamps. He didn't look away from the TV, or even pull off his headphones, but he managed to feel you standing there, looking between him, and the shooting game he was playing. It looked like the same one Mary had shut off on his earlier. Tex is at the hospital. You can use my phone if you gotta call your parents. Or whatever. Ha pauses and rises to his knees as a mob of zombies swarms him. At first you thought he might have forgotten you, but after he slaughtered them he dropped back onto the couch and continued as if he had never stopped talking. Food's in the kitchen. Help yourself. You'll go home in the morning. That's most of it. I stopped paying attention after that. They just talk and talk.
Nat had this calm, monotonous way of speaking. Even when he was obviously annoyed he didn't show it. It was kind of spooky. It did nothing to calm you however. Food was the last thing on your mind and your parents weren't even home to notice you had gone. Is he okay?
Who?
His brow furrows slightly, but you mistook it for concern at first. Prince.
He scoffs, leaning against the back of the couch. Don't know or care.
A sigh builds in your chest as you sit on the floor in front of the couch. It felt wrong to sit next to Nat, almost as if you would be invading his lair if you did. You had never lost time before. When combined with coming out of it covered in blood, you were more than a little shaken. You knew as much that you hadn't been the one who landed him in the hospital, but you couldn't forget the way he had been looking at you. Like you were some sort of monster.
Nat reaches for the table with a sigh, then tosses his phone to you as a cut scene began. Find out yourself if your so concerned.
Uh...Thanks.
Nat adjusts his glasses without responding while you unlock his phone. It had a thick black case on it, but it hadn't stopped a small crack from creeping across the top left corner. You pres your back against the arm of the couch and go to his inbox, opening the conversation he was having with Tex. From the looks of it, he didn't respond to anything, just read them. That must have been annoying, at least you would find it annoying. It takes two seconds to send back and 'ok' or 'received' or whatever he said when somebody was telling him to do something. Then again, saying nothing did seem to be his speed, and leaving you wondering if he had actually been listening or was engrossed in his fantasy world.
Is prince ok? -Angel
You watch Nat play his game while waiting for a response. He spoke quietly to himself every so often, but you couldn't even come close to figuring out what he was saying. The only way you knew he had even said anything was his lips moving. Aside from his hands he was as still as a statue. Nat might as well have been another piece of furniture.
He should be, Mare says hes in surgery. He doesn't sit still though. I wouldn't be surprised if the docs ended up pumpin him full of painkillers to knock him out the next couple of days.
Surgery?
Nothing big, Reconstruction, really. Sounds worse than it as. Most of the breaks were clean, that's all. It can happen to anybody.
If you say so...
You nod to yourself then set the phone on the table. You wanted to believe he would be okay, if what Tex was saying was true, then he would be. You were almost sure of it. But still, you didn't feel any better knowing that. Even if Nat didn't care, you felt obliged to tell him what was going on. Tex says he's in surgery, but he'll be okay.
Nat doesn't give any sign that he heard you. He just continued to wander around what looked like an abandoned hospital. You hug your knees to your chest and rest your chin on your upraised knees, staring at a spot on the dark blue floor. I don't think I can keep doing this...If you were going to keep blacking out, how could you be sure that you were in control of this? You were next to certain that your father was still out for your blood, and it wasn't as if there was anyone else you could turn to.
You flinch when Nat suddenly stands, but it was only to switch controllers. A message had popped up to say the battery was running low. He glances into the kitchen to check the time on the stove, and grabs his headset from the drawer in the TV stand before dropping onto the couch again. It was almost three but he didn't show any signs of going to bed. His phone nearly vibrates itself off the table before he finally reaches for it. His eyes narrow slightly as he reads the caller ID, then answers with a snappy, What? He piles pillows up behind himself, then drapes his black quilt over his legs, before switching to another game from his library. Later...I'm busy...Tell him yourself. He holds the phone out to you as one of his friends logged on.
You glance at the name before holding the phone to your ear. Hello?
You're still awake? You don't have to wait up for us, I don't think we're going to come home tonight. You should rest. There's blankets in the closet at the end of the hall, and you can sleep in the room to the left of that. Or kick Nat off the couch. He's not going to move otherwise.
You glance at him, bundled up and murmuring to whoever was on the other end of his call and smile. Your probably right about that. You wanted to find some comfort in Mary's calling to check up on you, but you couldn't. You didn't know what you wanted, or needed to feel better, but sleep wasn't it. You just wanted to figure out what was going on without feeling like something was being hidden from you. You weren't sure you would even get that Did you call your parents? I don't want them thinking we kidnapped you. Tex doesn't do well in lockup.
You thought she was joking, but you could hear Tex comment in the background, I could have taken him. The little punk was half my size.
Mary giggles, and you can imagine her rolling her eyes. You stretch your legs out in front of you, resting your eyes for a moment. No. They aren't home anyway.
When she spoke again, Mary sounded doubtful, but she didn't argue. If you say so. She pauses again, speaking quietly to whoever was puling her attention away. I got to go. Teeter's going to come over in the morning to bring you home. Tell Nat to make sure the door is unlocked.
Okay.
Good. Now go to bed. One of you needs to be responsible and it's clearly not going to be Nat.
Nat snorts, as if he had heard Mary calling him irresponsible. I will, goodnight.
'night. Mary hangs up and you place Nat's phone back on the table. Mary says make sure the door is unlocked for Teeter.
Nat cringes and waves you off. Did he not like any of them? There had to be some reason behind it, but you were afraid to ask. You'd hate to be unwittingly on the receiving end of his silent treatment too. You didn't want the time you spent with any of them to be harder than it needed to be. You look to the clock again and sigh. A much as you had been enjoying your time with Nat, you felt like being alone. Even if you didn't sleep, you wouldn't mind laying down for a few hours. I'm going to bed.
Nat waves you off again, still mumbling to his friend. You follow Mary's directions, and take a blanket and pillow from the hall closet, then turn into the room beside it. The streetlamp outside gives you enough light to move around, but you drop onto the soft carpet instead of the bed. You didn't want to get too comfortable here, otherwise you might not have wanted to leave. You stare at the sliver of sky visible from in between the buildings. Even with everything that had happened, fatigue refused to force you into oblivion for a few hours. You were just numb. The minutes crawl by and nothing. You couldn't think. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't even think about eating anything either. A full stomach never failed to make you drowsy.
As the first tendrils of dawn crept through the dingy window you were still laying there. Nat hadn't slept either from the sounds of it. You could faintly hear him talking to his friends after he thought you were asleep, although he still wasn't loud enough for you to make out anything he had been saying. In the back of your mind, you kept hoping Mary wouldn't have been upset with you for not sleeping, but the guilt wasn't enough to get you to try to close your eyes again. All you could see was red. Almost as if their blood had seeped into you and stained the world that wretched color.
After quite a bit of struggling, Harris and Williams finally managed to find the building they were looking for on the outskirts of town. If there hadn't already been a unit on the scene, Harris would have thought that it was some sort of set up. Who the hell just 'happens' across a blood bath like this miles away from anything worth seeing? Something here didn't add up. But as it hadn't even been anything more than an anonymous tip, they couldn't even begin to track down who had called them.
What have we got?
The coroner was still on the scene, taking pictures, samples, and trying to figure out just how many bodies there were. They were up to twelve. But there were definitely more than that. It was hard to sift through all the viscera without disturbing the crime scene. It'd take another few hours to properly catalog and photograph everything before they could even begin to think about moving bodies. Or what was left of them.
The smell of death lingers in the air, and blood had seeped into the carpets and spattered on the walls and ceiling. Harris and Williams squelch through the decrepit house, granted, Williams was more apprehensive than his counterpart. He lingered in the open doorway long after Harris had followed the coroner into the next room. He had a hard time keeping up with all the technical jargon they spouted off. How hard was it to say shot through the chest, or overdose?
His shoes left shallow imprints in the carpet, as if it was wet sand rather than yarn. He hadn't missed much in his detour besides Harris continued forward in his spiral of frustration and unanswered questions. There was nothing to really tell at this point. He knew these two cases had to be connected, but how? Was there some new drug out there capable of causing all this? If there was, then Harris had a feeling he'd be spending more time finding scenes like this. He didn't like it. And if the press caught wind of it it would be all over from there. There would be more than enough grief to go around in a case with far fewer answers than there were questions. How the hell were you supposed to even begin to write a report about this? It looked like a scene from some overrated slasher flick. After the coroner finished pointing out several out of place things here or there, Harris surveyed the scene in front of him with his hands on his hips. He blows out a breath of air, breaking the eerie stillness of the place. We've got our work cut out for us this time.
As much as you hadn't even wanted to come this morning, you showed up at school. The day passed by as slow as it normally did, although when you emerged at the final bell again, there was a news van parked near the front gate. You kept your head down and plowed by, trying not to draw attention to yourself but the cameraman called out to you. Hey kid! You got a sec'?
You freeze in your tracks, reluctantly turning to him. He couldn't want that much from you, and it wasn't like you could play it off by thinking it was someone else. You had cut out of last period fifteen minutes early for a 'bathroom break'. I guess.
He hoists a heavy looking camera onto his shoulder, while a new anchor fixes her makeup in one of the side mirrors of the van. Not that it did much. Her eyes were too big and her nose was too small. How'd you like to be on TV?
He tried to make it sound exciting, and while this was the first time the news had parked in front of your school, you had wandered through several background shots. Besides why would they want to talk to you? Why?
You young folk always got something to say. So say a little something about what the cops found at that old mansion outside of town.
You feel your eyes widen as our heart begins to race. Had they really found the bodies already? You would have thought it would take a lot longer than this. Nobody ever went out there. Nobody. There had to be somebody working behind the scenes who saw something. And if that was the case, you might find yourself in an unfortunate situation. An interview was the last thing you wanted. Especially if it was going to put your name and face out there. You didn't need anybody putting two and two together. Of course it was more likely some vagrants that had been wandering around and stumbled across it, but still. Your frayed nerves were starting to get the best of you. Between this and sleeping a couple hours, at most, at one time, you weren't sure you could handle this.
Thankfully a large group came wandering out of the front gates, and you blew the guy off. I don't believe in being filmed. In his daze, you briskly headed for home again. But you lingered long enough to hear the camera man call out to some other kids. Looks like it was their lucky day.
Ciel
You groan as your phone goes off for what felt like the thousandth time this hour. Alois wouldn't stop calling and texting you. He knew you'd get fed up eventually and respond to him, and you hated it. Even if you made Sebastian do it, it would only be a matter of time before he went back to pestering you. You wouldn't mind if maybe you had something to occupy yourself with, but Sebastian had run off with a few other members of the circle and left you behind to go over reports. Which you had finished about an hour ago. It was only two. It wasn't as if he was going to be coming home anytime soon. You wouldn't be surprised if he didn't come home at all. While you didn't regret refusing to go, you were regretting not blocking Alois' number when you had the chance.
Ciel~! Don't tell me you got drunk again. Sebastian really isn't doing his job. I'd never let you destroy your body like this. :(
What do you want?
Finally! Ciel~ your so slooooooow, but I forgive you. ;)
What do you want, Alois?
I'm getting there geez. Your so pushy.
You glare at your phone while waiting for Alois to finally get to the point. You feel a headache forming. The sooner you dealt with him the better. He should have just started off asking in the first place. While it would have taken a lot of scrolling to get there, you would have eventually found it.
Who's this Angel kid? Huh? You guys need to keep him on a tighter leash. If I ran around killing all these people, I'd have been killed ages ago. . He's quite the violent little brute isn't he?
Where'd you hear that from?
Ciel, don't tell me your doing something scandalous without me! ;A: I thought we were close. I want a piece of whatever your getting ;)
You didn't know how Alois had figured that out so fast, but you didn't trust him to keep his mouth shut if you did tell him. What was this about? Angel had been killing people? You should have known better than to think everything was under control. He had quite the temper. Thinking about it, it was more surprising that he hadn't killed more. Sebastian throwing one of his little tantrums was more than enough proof of how destructive a demon could be.
There's nothing for you to be getting a 'piece' of. If anybody is trying to create a scandal its you,
That's not an answer Ciel~ It's okay to admit you've grown bored with Sebastian, not everyone can be like me and Claude~ It's natural to drift apart over the years.
Sebastian and I are perfectly fine and if you must know he's simply an illegitimate child of some poor idiot who bedded a human. I am not keeping tabs on him. Nor do I care what he's doing. If he exposes himself then it gives us a chance to cut down the heretic and strengthen our ties to the humans. Nothing more. Why don't you get your head out of the clouds and think seriously for a change? Not all of us can live in a fantasy world.
Ciel your so mean when you get angry, I almost forgot what it was like to see you so fired up. :p I love it~ If that's all he is why can't we keep him? ;) I've been looking for something to play with and if you don't want him then it's fair game~
No.
I'll fight you for him. But would it really be worth it Ciel?
I said NO Alois. You don't want anything to do with that.
Why not? Is he yours?
This has nothing to do with that.
Yes it does. You were supposed to be MINE Ciel. If I can't have you, then I want your toys. Eventually you'll run out. There's something you aren't telling me. So unless you do, I'm going to take him AND figured out what you're trying to hide.
There's nothing to hide. I won't be the one you answer to if you lay hands on him.
You couldn't stand the thought of Alois putting his hands on Angel. Even if Lucifer wasn't all that fond of him, he certainly would make a show of it if someone other than him caused harm to him. That and you didn't trust him. You knew exactly what he did with his 'toys' once he got bored with them. Obvious aside, there wasn't anything truly extraordinary about Angel, but he deserved better than having his neck snapped or something of the sort in when Alois was struck by a particularly foul mood.
Don't tell me he's Sebastian's? My my, Ciel, there really must be trouble in paradise then. I'm not surprised though. He IS a whore.
It's not! Do you really think for a moment Sebastian would let any child of his do such a stupid thing? What business do you have calling him a whore when you've fucked your way across the globe and back.
I have a hard time believing that Ciel. Do you really know what Sebastian's doing ALL the time while you sit at home like the good little housewife you are. I'd never cheat on you Ciel.
Take him. I don't care. You reap what you sew Alois.
But you do.
I do not.
Your a terrible liar Ciel. I know what your doing and it won't work. I'm going to figure it out Ciel. You'll regret not telling me when you do.
Your hands were shaking by time you threw your phone into the top drawer. The nerve. Why did things always end up here? You had half a mind to tell him who Angel's father was just to spite him. Or not. If he gets himself killed that was one less problem you had to deal with. What happened between you and Sebastian was none of his business. He certainly shouldn't have been trying to pry. If he kept spouting off nonsense like that Sebastian was going to put his head upon a pike long before he even came close to getting his answer. Not that you would have minded any.
Angel
A vaguely familiar worn down pick up was waiting in front of your school. It wasn't until Sam threw open the passenger door that you realized it was her and Teeter. Hey Angel.
You climb into the passengers seat and slam the door shut behind you. 'Sup?
Teeter snorts and rolls his eyes, shifting gears and pulling out into the road. Ice cream. That's whats 'sup'?
Sam rolls her eyes. Ignore him. Everyone else does.
You don't.
Uh, why are we getting ice cream? You were confused as to exactly what was going on, but they both seemed so cheerful compared to the other day. Unless they were just trying to cushion you up for some bad news. You weren't sure you could handle any more of it though. You still weren't sleeping more than a few hours a night.
Cus dumbass got discharged this morning, duh. Little dude was supposed to tell you.
Wait, you mean Prince? No, nobody told me. He's alright now?
Teeter shrugs and Sam chides, you can't tell Nat to do anything.
You also feel the need to add, he doesn't even have my number.
Mary said he did... You shrug. Maybe she gave it to him then, but Nat probably wasn't listening. You got the feeling he might not have liked Teeter either. Although, in his defense, Teeter did take some getting used to. He was a bit spacy at times.
You didn't think Prince would have been out so soon. Tex must have been right when he said it sounded worse than it was. A little of the weight on your shoulder lifted hearing that. At least he was going to be alright. In no time he'd probably be back to picking fights with Sam and doing whatever it was he did.
I bet his harem's fawning all over him.
Prince's?
Sam rolls her eyes in response, leaving Teeter to explain, how a prissy drag queen like that is so popular I'll never understand. But the whole lot is bunch of freaks anyway. Takes one to know one I suppose. He shrugs, flying past the ice cream parlor. He must have had some place else in mind. Or was too distracted to notice. But Sam didn't point it out either.
You never would have guess Prince was so popular. Hard to swallow couldn't even begin to describe him. But now that you thought about it, words like 'prissy' and 'high maintenance' did come to mind. Certainly not everyone would have been able to handle him. Say there's a new one that's been following him around. A tiny little fucker covered in tats and piercings. Where the fuck did Princess pick that one up?
Sam shrugs, idly twirling a few strands of her hair. Who cares? I be he'll be gone in a week. Although I'm impressed cus he can't be whipped.
Or can he?
Sam punched Teeter's arm when he reached a stop sigh, glaring at him. Although you didn't understand why. The buildings and streets gradually emptied out and grew run down as Teeter headed out of downtown. Although you ended up in front of a seemingly abandoned house. If it wasn't for the cars parked out front and the loud music you wouldn't have thought anybody was inside. Teeter sighs as he kills the engine and drops to the ground, holding the door open for Sam as she climbs out. You drop to the ground and follow him inside. Or tried to. A cloud of smoke swirled out through the door when he cracked it and Teeter abruptly closed it, smiling sheepishly before excusing himself and slipping inside. The music died almost instantly, followed by a lot of thudding, somebody yelping and a glass breaking. Sam rolled her eyes and threw the door open. Teeter was wrestling around with several other guys. A plate lay shattered on the floor and one of the smaller guys threw open the windows. It didn't do much to get rid of the smell. The fuck did I tell you clowns?
The response of the guy he was beating into submission was garbled, but it was good enough for Teeter to release him and pull down his shirt. Although one of them playfully shoved him over afterwards. Hey, its the little dude, sup little dude. You sure saved our sorry asses.
Teeter frowns, rolling his eyes as he hauls himself off the ground. Them you can ignore. Especially when they're higher than a bunch of fucking kites.
Teeter leads you and Sam down the hall to the kitchen, which was more organized than the living room. He threw a few windows open then opened the freezer and pulled out an ice cream cake. Granted half of it was missing. He glares towards the living room, and the small group that had been in there must have heard the freezer close because they were strangely quiet. Fucking... He carefully places it on the counter and goes back to the living room. I leave you alone for half an hour and you eat the one thing I told you to leave it alone. There was a lot of protesting from the group while Sam rummaged through the cabinets. Bowl or plate?
Bowl.
She hands you a blue bowl with a chip in the rim, and takes another one for herself. She takes a knife out of the drawer. Fork or spoon?
Spoon. It felt so out of place to just ignore the brawl going on in the living room and eat ice cream.
Big piece, or little piece? You found yourself distracted as a small, effeminate boy came wandering in a well-worn t-shirt several sizes too big. He drops a bowl into the sink, sleepily rubbing one of his eyes. Hey Sammy, it's been awhile.
You know the others are taking the heat for you.
He swishes the hem of his shirt innocently. I have no idea what your talking about. He turns to you and winks before adding, your cake was very good. And it said 'way to go'. Or something. I can't really read cursive. He yawns and balances on his toes while reaching for the ceiling. He drops to the floor again. There's no way this scrawny kid's gonna eat a whole cake by himself. He opened his mouth to ask something else, but fell short when somebody in the living room started saying 'shorty did it'. His pale eyes widen as he scurries out of the room and softly closes the door to his room back.
Sam laughs quietly to herself. He's shameless, sorry about your cake though.
You shrug, while Sam cuts off two medium sized pieces. That's okay. He was right though. You guys didn't have to get me a cake.
Don't worry about it. Teeter likes doing sappy stuff like this. Besides you deserve it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth and all that. It was mostly my doing. I wanted ice cream. Forgive me?
It's okay, I'm not mad. You kick a chair away from the table and plop down, chipping away at the mound of ice cream as Teeter barges into Shorty's room. He squeals when Teeter picks him up and carries him into the kitchen over his shoulder, then drops him onto the floor. He looked dazed, but it was hard to tell if he was faking it or not. Found our little sneak.
Shorty yawns, leaning heavily against the counter. I have no idea what your talking about. Teeter settles for smacking the back of his head. Shorty sighs and rolls his eyes while apologizing un-enthusiastically. I'm sorry I ate your cake. He pauses a moment and smiles sweetly before adding, But I'd probably do it again so no regrets.
Teeter sighs but lets it slide. Shorty turns to Sam and asks, So how's prince doing?
Sam groans shoveling a large spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Still not interested in a 'little twinky cream puff'.
Shorty pouts, planting his hands on his hips. I'm past that. I've got a girlfriend ya' know. But I'd be fucked if I got ground pounded by a demon. Sam rolls her eyes, obviously not convinced. At least, Minnie told me that's what happened...welp. I'm going to bed. 'Night. Thanks for the cake Tweety.
Don't call me that.
Sam pushes the rest of her ice cream towards him in distraction, and Teeter turns to you again. He heaves a sigh then smiles. Word of advice, never live with a bunch of guys. Never. Don't do it.
You nod slowly, not entirely sure about what he was trying to get at, more focused on your ice cream than Teeter. It must not have been easy for him to be in charge of all these guys on his own, especially when they were as hare-brained as they were. Not wonder Tex was so pissed off the other day. Even with Teeter around, they didn't seem much more than a bunch of kids trying to play the hero.
I owe you one. Well several, but nobody ever really says that. Man we really got our ass handed to us. Tex ain't ever going to let me live this one down. My stomach hurts thinking about it. But at least he didn't get my face. Last time the fucker broke my nose.
That's because last time you got the rover smashed and Nat was going to get you himself. I've never seen him so mad. No actually the last time he was that mad was when Prince spilled kool-aid on his X box.
I'd be mad too!
You hadn't really thought much of it. You didn't really know what was going on in all honesty. You couldn't take all the credit, but Teeter seemed to feel you deserved it,and since it was Sam's idea, she must have been okay with it. You smile, idly stirring the melted ice cream that remained in your bowl. Don't worry about it. I wasn't really expecting a thank you.
Teeter's boisterous laughter caught you off guard for a moment, but Sam caught your eye and smiled. It must have been something you didn't get. Where'd you guys get this kid? You don't see too many like him anymore. But still. You need anything, I'm there, no questions asked. Your part of the crew kid, for better or worse.
Ciel
After dealing with Alois you went to lay down, at least after you tried making tea. No matter how many times Sebastian showed you it never came out the same as him. It had grown dark around you, but you couldn't summon the urge to move. Not even when you heard the front door open, and everyone returned from their outing. You hardly noticed the door opening until Sebastian was sitting beside you. He brushed some of your hair away from your forehead. Don't tell me reading tired you out.
You weakly shook your head, weakly lying, my head hurts.
He frowns, resting his hand against your forehead. Are you well enough to come downstairs for a little while?
I'm not coming to listen to you all reminiscing about the glory days.
Sebastian sighs, gently running his fingers through your hair. You close your eyes, waiting for some witty come back. I wish it was for such reasons. No. There's something else. We've received word the states. Master wants us to return, but he's making it official now.
You brush his hand aside and slowly sit up, pulling off your shirt. What happened now?
Sebastian heads for your closet, laying out some clothes for you while you kicked your pants off. There have been numerous murders in a very short time frame of a very un-human way. Master simply wishes to strengthen our ties to them by assisting in anyway he can.
Alois was right then...
Pardon?
You shake your head, buttoning your shirt while Sebastian slipped your belt through the loops in your pants. As much as you didn't want to admit it, Alois was better at this than you thought he would be. There must have been a shred of truth to what he was trying to tell you earlier after all. Now you just hoped he'd keep his mouth shut when it came to Angel. You didn't trust him with what he had found out, and you were all walking a very slippery slope indeed. Sebastian might have been forgiven, but if things came to light you would have been no better than Alois. You hadn't actually made a point of getting in Lucifer's good graces. Let's just get this over with.
Sebastian wraps his arm around your waist as you trudge out into the hall and blink in the bright light. He guided you until your eyes adjusted, then you picked up the pace, heading down the front stairs then turning down the hall to one of the old ballrooms. Sebastian followed closely behind, but didn't say anything until outside the ballroom. He took a moment to fix your collar before opening the door for you, and following you inside. The others were already gathered, and once Lucifer saw you standing there he began his overly formal speech, especially when considering the subject matter.
Word had gotten around about what had happened, but nobody was expecting him to actually do anything about it. This whole 'grand plan' was coming apart at the seams. At times you weren't even sure he knew what was going on anymore. You rest your weight against Sebastian, struggling to keep your eyes open. Before you couldn't sleep, now that you actually had something to do, no matter how trivial this was, you wanted nothing more than to slip into the abyss for a few hours. As you all may or may not have heard already, another one of our comrades has fallen to the hands of this unseen enemy we've been facing. While it may not be the most pleasant of things to have to do in trying times such as these, but we cannot have doubt running rampant through the minds of our lesser halves when it comes to such a touchy subject. As such, I have come to the conclusion, that it may be best for all of us, if we return to America and try to smooth things over the best we can. There were grumblings of doubt as you straightened and ducked out of the door, heading back upstairs towards your room. Sebastian waited a moment before following. All that was left was damage control. You'd rather start packing now rather than wait. You hated when Sebastian packed for you.
He turned down the bed for you while you took your pants off and undid a few buttons of your shirt, before curling up on your side. Sebastian tucks you in, resting his hand on your forehead once again. It wasn't like you could get sick anymore, but the way he was hovering made you think otherwise. He eventually sighs, before standing, gently chiding you. You shouldn't push yourself so hard. I'll bring you something warm.
Gus Kinney: hey its been a while but we are back and another chapter for you the next should be out as soon as i can think of how the next chapter will go
