(A/N) Hey, hey there guys! Sorry it's been a while, but life was getting in the way again, and I was in a slump because of the lack of reviews from my stories - But whatever.
So last chapter we saw the arrival of Bailey, and he dropped a huge bombshell, here's where the drama begins to unfold. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. :)
~Kickin' it~
I stood completely frozen in my spot from the shock of Bailey's news. How had Rudy found out about us? Jack compelled Brian, and he said Rudy didn't know about us. The room had gone silent. My eyes flickered from Jack, to Bailey, who was absent-mindedly fiddling with a black and white checkered scarf around his neck. I felt a little queasy looking at the dark red stains on it.
"How the Hell did he find out about us?" Jack's outraged and shocked voice broke the silence. "I compelled Brian, and he specifically said he didn't know about me and Jerry." He finished.
Bailey paused, his finger still looped around his scarf, and shook his head at Jack. "He's not doing it because of that, he's doing it to save Jerry from you." He explained, dropping his arm to the side, before folding them across his chest.
It made sense. The last time Rudy had seen or heard me was when I was Jack's little toy, and I was still rocky about my feelings for him. I remembered Jack telling Rudy that he'd keep me alive, and that he wouldn't kill me, but he would hurt me. I shuddered at the memory. If anyone knew about how I came to love Jack, I would be locked up in a mental institution.
"Jerry, you alright?" Jack's voice jerked me out of my thoughts. "You've gone a bit quiet."
"Just processing." I responded, not taking my eyes off him. "I thought he would have laid off by now." I bit my lip nervously, a swelling feeling of dread creeping up on me.
"So did I." Jack rubbed my shoulder soothingly, then he turned to Bailey. "How fast can your pack get here?"
"In a few days, but they've gotta chain themselves up tomorrow." Bailey started pacing. "It's the full moon tomorrow."
"Mine are down in the garage, I kept them in case anything happened, you can use them." Jack told him. Bailey's lips curved into a smirk.
"Since when did you get kinky?" He teased Jack. If he wasn't a vampire, he probably would have been blushing.
"Since when did you get so sarcastic?" He shot back.
"Is this where someone would say, break up the chick fight?" I intervened, smiling a little.
"Nice!" Bailey cheered. He came over and high-fived me with a grin. I caught sight of his right hand. It was wrapped with a bloodstained bandage, and the parts of the exposed flesh were ripped, revealing his veins. I didn't know about the healing powers of werewolves, as Bailey was the first one I'd ever encountered.
"What?" I averted my eyes from his hand, a little embarrassed I'd been caught staring. "Oh this? Yeah, I'd turned one full moon a few years ago, and this one-" He jabbed a thumb in Jack's direction, and he smiled at us. "Bit my paw off."
"Because you were trying to kill me!" Jack raised his hands in a defensive manner.
"Ok, in your defense, I would have done the same thing, but in my defence..." Bailey's voice trailed off. A few seconds passed, and he began to tap his foot rapidly against the floor - he sounded a lot like a woodpecker - and twitch his fingers, even those under the bandage.
"Any time now Bailey." I chuckled.
"I got nothing." He threw his hands up in the air, before letting them hit against his thighs.
"Bailey, you're a werewolf, just leave it to heal." Jack said.
"Jack, I'm a werewolf, not a bloody mutant." Bailey snapped at him.
"Well your hand is..." Jack snickered.
"Oh shut up." Bailey lightly back-handed him on the forearm.
I couldn't help but go back to my early theory that Bailey was Jack's ex-boyfriend. I didn't know why I was jealous, because Jack was with me, and Bailey was just giving us the heads up on an on-coming slayer attack. It wasn't like he was playing the jealous ex card, and was trying to steal Jack away from me, they just looked like really close friends.
"Alright, back to the slayer situation." Jack's voice tugged me from my thoughts again, and he walked into the centre of the room. "We need tactics."
"Tactics..." Bailey repeated in a whispered voice. I bit my lower lip to hide my smile.
"Skill." Jack said.
"Skill..." Bailey mimicked him, shifting his hands around in mid-air.
"Speed."
"Speed..." Bailey jumped into the air, and landed on all fours.
"And for you to stop doing that!" Jack turned around in exasperation. He raised his eyebrows at me as I burst into a fit of laughter.
"And for you to-" Bailey stopped once he realised what he had been about to mimic. I snickered into my hand as he hung his head. "Oh. Sorry, carry on." He apologised sheepishly.
"We need training, in other words." Jack said, looking from both me and Bailey. "I know I can't be killed, but they'll still try, and Bailey, no offense, but you'd be dog food if you tried to go up against them in your human form."
"None taken." He smiled. "I'll try and turn before the battle. It must be lucky to be able to turn on command." He sighed wistfully.
"It wasn't all a bed of roses, believe me." Jack said. "It took about ten turns before it didn't hurt anymore."
"So Rudy's got slayers?" Bailey asked in a cocky tone. "Pssh, we've got a kick-ass hybrid, and his trusty side-kick slash lover boy-"
"And who are you? The lone wolf?" Jack cut him off with a grin. I'd never seen him like this before, it felt refreshing. I grinned mentally as I thought about what Jack must have been like when he and Bailey were together, and then another cloud of jealousy shrouded my mind, and the mental grin disappeared.
"I like the sound of that." Bailey and Jack shared a chuckle. "Well, I'm gonna turn in early." He began walking to the stairs.
"Guest bedroom's opposite mine." Jack called to him. "And stay out of the wardrobe!"
I smiled as I could only imagine what Jack had hidden in there. He walked towards me, and I felt his arms wrap around me in a comforting hug. I sighed and leant into his body.
"Are you alright?" He asked, resting his chin on top of my head.
"Just nervous." I mumbled. And jealous. My mind taunted at me. I wasn't going to let it bother me, or be brought to Jack's attention for that matter. He and Bailey didn't even show any signs of wanting to get back together, so I didn't know what I was worried about.
"Nothing's gonna happen, Rudy and the others won't know what hit them." Jack reassured me, moving an arm to cradle my head. I closed my eyes and relaxed in his hold.
"I hope you're right." I said. We stayed like that for a while, until I shifted in his hold, and silently headed for the stairs. Jack followed me. I couldn't help but wonder if he was feeling nervous about the slayer attack, but if he was, he was very good at hiding it.
Jack closed the door to his bedroom, and we both stripped our shirts off, wordlessly climbing into Jack's bed. He pulled the covers over both of us, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, coiling one leg around both of his as he clasped me to him.
I closed my eyes, relaxing completely. Darkness swirled and raged behind my closed eyes. The minutes blurred into one, and white flashes snapped across my brain. There was something blurry, but I couldn't make it out just yet. I squeezed my eyes as tight as I was able, and felt the tension attacking the sides of my eyes, I stopped, and everything came into focus.
Quick film cuts and different sounds resonated in my brain. They were all of Jack, although he looked different. He was as pale as ice in them all, and each one showed him dying. I winced and I felt myself twitch as I saw his head flying from his body, trailing blood everywhere.
His face came into my view, it was desolate and barren of any emotions, occasionally blinks were his only sign of life. He'd been severely beaten, with cuts flawing his skin, large purple bruises around his eyes. Another image flashed, this time a large gash obscured most of his right cheek, and he gave a strangled gasp before falling to the ground. I heard triumphant yelling, and then the sound of Jack's skin desiccating...
I shot up instantly, breaking my connections with the dream. I didn't want to see anymore. I let out a heavy, shaky breath, and looked at Jack's sleeping form. Could all that really happen to him? Could the hybrid who had defied logic and slaughtered slayers without blinking, be so harshly beaten, and then ended by a mere stake to the heart?
"Jerry...?" Jack mumbled sleepily, his arm wriggling behind my back. He sat up and began rubbing his eyes. He looked strangely human. I shuddered as I thought about my nightmares, Jack's face, covered in blood, cracked and bruised. Or him dead on the floor, with nothing around him except the desolate world.
"Hi." I smiled shyly, going to lay back down. The pillow dipped under my head, and I sighed. My heart was still thudding, and I was sure Jack could hear it, but he made no indication that he did.
"What's wrong?" He asked me, reaching out to gently rub my shoulder.
"I saw you die..." My voice trailed off and I tried to look away from his piercing eyes, but he held my head in place with his fingers gently resting on my cheek.
"Hey, come here." Jack pulled me closer, into a full-bodied hug. I returned it as warmly as I could, burrowing my nose into his neck. I clung to him so hard that I felt Jack's warm skin pressing underneath my fingernails. He brought a hand behind my head, and stroked my hair tenderly. "It's gonna be Ok." Jack whispered.
"Try and go back to sleep." He advised softly, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
"Jack?" I whispered into the recent silence.
"Shhh..." He whispered back. His eyes were closed, bringing a new image of innocence about him.
"I love you." I said boldly to him, knowing he could hear me, but knowing he wouldn't react to it. I closed my eyes again, readying myself for the nightmares to come and plague me again.
~Kickin' it~
"I didn't sleep at all last night." I said the next morning as Jack and I dragged ourselves into the living room. I yawned, and quickly shook my head, trying to shake the sleep out of my body.
"Me either." Jack yawned, rubbing the side of his face. He stretched his arm in the air. "Bailey did though."
"Was that him snoring?" I asked. "I thought that was you..." A smirk formed on my face and Jack chuckled at me.
"No, it wasn't me you cheeky little git."
I chuckled back before he kissed me softly. I returned the kiss with a little more ferocity and passion. Jack's hands travelled down my bare chest, as if he was seeking out a patch he didn't already know, and I gasped into his open mouth, feeling his moan send vibrations through my body-
"Hey!" We both broke away sharply as we heard Bailey's voice. I licked my tingling lips, and looked at him, he was wearing nothing but a pair of sleep shorts, and that stained black and white scarf. "No PDA in the living room guys, at least not until I'm drunk enough to wanna join in." He winked at both of us, clicking his tongue, and I felt my face heating up from the thought of it.
"Bailey!" Jack snapped at him, taking his hands away from my chest. He turned to face his old friend, and slapped him on the arm, before folding his own. That was twice he had interrupted us.
"Jack!" Bailey mimicked his tone, and also the slap. I bit my lip to suppress my laughter as they both began sending slaps back and forth between them. The game changed slightly, when Jack grabbed Bailey's wrist and pushed him, sending him crashing into the wall opposite them.
Bailey rushed forward in a blur - although he wasn't as fast as Jack - and swiped at Jack's head. He gripped the hand in a closed fist, and turned his body in towards Bailey's, pushing against his chest. The result was a loud crash on the floor, and Jack straddling Bailey with one hand wrapped around his throat.
Bailey chuckled, and then his face lit up. "Hey, do you still know that Bobby Wasabi dude?"
"Yeah, why?" Jack asked, getting himself up off the ground.
"His Dojo would be a good place to train for the slayer attack. And he knows both of us so no compulsion's necessary." Bailey said while Jack was hauling his body up from the ground.
"That's not a bad idea." Jack nodded his head in agreement, before turning to me. "Jerry, you up for it?"
"Sure." I agreed. The way I saw it, we needed all the training we could possibly get. I never would have thought Jack would have needed any, but he had done more bizarre things before. I smiled at a mental image of him single-handedly tossing ten or more slayers into the air, and then whipping around quick as a flash, to rip someone's heart out.
"Well, I need a shower before I go and get all sweaty." Jack broke me from my mental image, and I was instantly mobbed by another. His bare body dripping with water and his... Ok Jerry. My mind thankfully stopped me before I went any further into my fantasy.
"Hey I had dibs!" Bailey yelled as Jack rushed up the stairs. "Damn vampires, never understand the meaning of dibs." He grumbled, chasing after him.
I heard a muffled argument, and sounds of skin hitting skin. I laughed as I heard somebody, probably Bailey, being slammed into the wall. I couldn't believe They were fighting over a shower. I began for the stairs once I heard another flesh-on-flesh sound.
The landing came into my view as I climbed the stairs. I saw Bailey stumbling backwards with a hand over one of his eyes, and Jack's devilish smirk before the bathroom door closed, and the lock clicked.
"That man of yours is very protective over his shower." Bailey huffed. I heard Jack turn the water on.
I chuckled, shaking my head. I picked up my shirt from yesterday, and wriggled my head through the gap. I heard the squeaking of the shower dial as I opened the wardrobe. I picked out a fresh pair of jeans. I stripped my old ones off, and changed into the fresh one.
"Well that was refreshing... " Jack came into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had another which he was ruffling his hair dry with, he kicked the door shut with his foot.
"Which part, the shower or hitting Bailey in the eye?" I chuckled.
"Both, he couldn't just self-proclaim his dibs on my shower." He smiled, then it morphed into a look of concern. "You alright?"
"Yeah, I just keep thinking Rudy's gonna jump out of my wardrobe and go all "Here's Johnny" on us." I said. Jack walked over to it and pulled a black shirt off its hanger. He tugged it over his head.
"Well, we're all going down to my friend Bobby's Dojo, and he's gonna let us train there." Jack plucked the towel off, and grabbed a pair of boxers, again black, from the drawers below the wardrobe. "You can join in if you want, but you might get hurt." He slipped the boxers up his legs, and delved his hands into the depths of the wardrobe once more.
"So could you and Bailey." I countered as he began hopping into a pair of black jeans.
"Scars are just badges of courage, nothing else." Jack said, sounding like a wise old man instead of the teenager he was frozen as. "We'll be fine. I promise I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." He wrapped me in a one-armed hug.
There was a pounding at the door, and Bailey's voice floated through it. I couldn't tell whether he'd had a shower or not. "Guys, are we going or what? Bobby'll be dead by the time you two slow pokes get down there."
"Come on." Jack chuckled.
Jack and I walked out of the bedroom, and saw Bailey waiting for us by the front door. He opened the front door for us, and we stepped outside. I covered my eyes with my fingers as the glow of the morning sun burned into my eyes.
Jack, Bailey and I began walking down the street, with Bailey leading the way, his neck scarf blowing in the gentle breeze. I couldn't help but think how we all looked normal to everyone on the outside, but we weren't, and I had never been part of a stranger pack. One vampire and werewolf hybrid, one werewolf, and one ex-vampire slayer.
We passed through the street with ease, Bailey and Jack seemed to know where they were going. Occasionally, Bailey made a "hurry up lovebirds" call back to us, and Jack would just flip him off. We neared the mall after a few more miles of walking, and we came to a stop outside a building.
It had double glass doors, with "Bobby Wasabi" painted in green lettering across the right door. Jack pushed one open, and walked inside. I looked around, my eyes scanning the cream walls and the stacks of mats scattered here and there. Punching dummies and the odd bowstaff littered the floor, and the floor itself was painted a dark blue, and had a man's head in a hexagonal box in the centre.
"Bobby?" Jack called into the room. "Hey, Bobby! You in here?" He called again.
"Yo!" Bailey yelled at the top of his lungs, deafening me. I covered my ears. "Bobby!"
A door opened, and a man poked his head out the corner. He looked roughly in his mid-thirties. His sleek black hair rested on top of his head, and his facial hair made his features pop out even more. His eyes widened and a grin cracked his face as he saw Bailey and Jack. "Bailey, Jack!"
He walked over to us. He was wearing a Karate uniform with an orange collar, and a matching head band. He was most likely the Sensei. "Jack my old friend. What brings you and your friends here?"
"Rudy's setting a band of slayers on us, and we needed someplace to train." Jack explained. "My garage didn't cut it, and Bailey needs it for the full moon."
"Jack!" I did a double-take from him to Bobby.
"What? He knows." Jack reassured me.
"When's Rudy getting here?" Bobby asked, taking off his headband and tossing it over on a pile of mats.
"A few days, maybe more." Bailey answered. "My pack's on their way, but the full moon's gonna slow them down for the night."
"But since they won't be able to turn without the full moon - unless they want to break every single bone in their bodies - Bailey and I need to brush up on our fighting, and we need to teach Jerry a thing or two anyway." Jack finished for him.
"Alright. You can use the Dojo, but go easy on the punching dummies, I've got a class soon." Bobby warned him. "And have you ever tried to teach a Karate class with a headless dummy? Nightmare."
"I'm always careful." Jack smiled innocently.
"Mmm-hmm." Bailey eyed him suspiciously. "So, are we gonna kick some ass, or stand around talking about it?" He looked around at us. Jack laughed, and walked towards the centre of the large mat, and Bailey followed suit. I went over to the stacks of mats, hoisting myself up on one. Bobby went and stood behind Jack.
"Jack, please don't kill me." Bailey pleaded dramatically as he and Jack squared up to each other. I chuckled.
"I'll try my very hardest." Jack smirked at him. He and Bailey were still for a moment, not moving or blinking, just staring each other down. After a few seconds, they began to circle each other. Jack's face was expressionless, and Bailey's brows were furrowed in concentration.
They froze again, and shot for each other with huge bursts of supernatural speed, Jack was noticeably faster than Bailey, but they both clashed at the same moment. Their arms were locked tightly together, and Bailey was trying to push Jack backwards, but it wasn't working.
I watched as Jack relaxed his body and Bailey was finally able to push him down, but Jack still had a hold of his arms, and they rolled over, with Jack ending up ontop of Bailey. He struggled under Jack's grip, and managed to shove Jack to the side, but once again, Jack's grip on his arms was too tight.
Jack let go, and a split second later, Bailey was flying through the air. He landed flat on his back and Jack was up immediately, his hands out, ready to make a move. Bailey rushed at him again, and Jack pulled back, his right hand splayed in a palm. As Bailey got closer and closer, Jack smashed his hand into his chest, slamming him into the ground.
Bailey groaned in pain, and I winced from the sound of bones - probably his ribs - cracking. Jack rested for a few moments, his hand still on Bailey's chest, allowing him to take in wheezing breaths. He coughed, and my eyes widened. I had a feeling Jack was holding back, but even so. If he ended up fighting like this against the slayers, it would turn into an ugly blood bath.
A masculine grunt sounded, jerking me from my thoughts. I looked at Bailey and Jack just in time to see Bailey grab Jack's wrist with both hands, and give it a strong twist. He then brought both his hands to the back of Jack's head, slamming it into his own. Jack flew through the air, almost doing a somersault after Bailey's fist struck him in the chest.
Jack let his back roll on the floor, but kept his legs up, and pushed himself forwards with his hands. He landed in a ready posture. Bailey flexed his head, and cracked his knuckles. They both became blurs and I had to squint to see what was going on. Bailey threw his body onto the floor, sliding towards Jack's legs, and he leapt over Bailey's horizontal body.
Bailey was up in an instant, and Jack was already running towards him. Punches were sent back and forth, some hitting, some missing and swinging blindly at mid-air. Jack swiftly ducked one of Bailey's punches as it whirled for his head, but brought his arms up, and gripped Bailey's wrist. He twisted it around his back, and launched him over his shoulder. Bailey landed on the floor with a groan, Jack rested on his back, and gave his arm another twist. I winced at the sound of bones cracking.
"Ok! Ok!" Bailey yelled. Jack's smirk grew. "Werewolf down and out."
"Jerry? Do you wanna try?" He asked me, still holding Bailey to the ground.
"Sure." I nodded. "Wait, against Bailey or you?" I eyed Bailey underneath Jack, and he was wincing in pain, his face scrunched up like a piece of paper.
"I don't bite." Jack smirked at me, when I knew full well he did.
"Mmm-hmm." Bailey and I said together.
"Stop that!" Jack growled, giving Bailey's arm a sharp, abrupt tug. He yelled out in pain, grimacing, biting into his lip and smacking his palm against the floor.
"No." I shuffled from one foot to the other. I didn't care if Jack or Bailey thought I was a coward, but I'd watched enough of their brawls to get the hang of what to do, and I didn't need to be experiencing them, especially if Jack was involved. "I'm fine thanks."
"Ok guys, I've got my students coming in five minutes." Bobby informed us. Jack got to his feet, releasing Bailey who had been dragged upwards by Jack's grip, and he was dropped onto the floor again. I chuckled as Jack scooped his body off the floor.
"Thanks. It was good to see you again Bobby."
"You too Jack. And it was nice to meet you, Jerry." Bobby smiled, and I smiled back, even though we hadn't actually talked, just been in the same room. "Just be careful, all of you. Rudy may be crazy, but he's smart when he puts his mind to something." He warned us.
"We will, don't worry." Jack reassured him. I just hoped he was right, and we could get through the battle with a minimum number of deaths and casualties. Did Bailey's pack know how to fight, and how many were there? And how many slayers did Rudy have? All these questions were nibbling away at me.
"Hey Jack, what's the time?" Bailey's voice jerked me from my thoughts.
Jack glanced at the large wall clock opposite us. "Six."
Bailey's face paled considerably and he gnawed at his lower lip. "I've got an hour before the moon rises. Can you help me?"
"Sure." Jack nodded. "Jerry, you might wanna stay out of the garage, it gets ugly. And I'm not just talking about Bailey." He snickered. Bailey's face regained some color, and his jaw dropped open in a typical "oh-no-he-didn't" face.
"You ain't too hot yourself, mate." He grumbled.
~Kickin' it~
I squeezed my eyes shut as another one of Bailey's pain-wracked screams pierced through the entire house. When we all got back, Jack and Bailey rushed to the garage, and I went straight upstairs, I'd been up there for two hours, and Bailey's cries of agony still echoed off the buildings. I was intrigued how no-one had called to complain about the racket.
Another yowl shot through my brain, snapping my eyes open and I stood up, feeling a little impulsive. I didn't care what Jack had said, I needed to know what was happening, and whether or not I was going to find Jack torn into bloody shreds trying to fix his body the next morning.
I slipped down the stairs and into the kitchen, not having to worry too much about being quiet, since Bailey's howls drowned out any noise within a fifty mile radius of the house. I closed my hand around the back door's handle, and eased it downwards. The minute I pushed it open, I had to fight the reaction to cover my ears.
It was like Bailey's howls had amplified ten-fold. I instantly thought back to the time my little sister, Macy, had gotten a splinter in her foot, and Mum had been trying to get it out. Her screams paled in comparison to Bailey's, and came nowhere near his on the proverbial scale.
I walked into the garage, feeling cool air hit me at once. I was quite surprised to see tools hanging from the walls, but then I remembered that the house wasn't really Jack's. he was just "borrowing" it. I shot a glance over to where Bailey was. He was only wearing a pair of black shorts, and was shackled to the wall by the thick manacles - they were rusted, but they looked like they were doing their job of restraining him - squirming against them relentlessly, while Jack was knelt in front of him, murmuring incoherent words to him.
"Jack it hurts..." Bailey grimaced, struggling against the chains. He let out a cry of pain as his leg cracked, and set itself at an awkward angle. I bit into my lip so hard, I could taste blood. I couldn't possibly imagine how much pain Bailey was in at that moment - His bones were bending in ways bones were not supposed to bend, he was glistening with sweat
"I know it does, just breathe through it." Jack whispered soothingly. "That helped me."
"Don't think you could turn me into a hybrid, do you?" Bailey was panting heavily, and clawing at the chain which was around his neck. His back arched up and a groan escaped his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth hung open in a silent cry.
Jack reached out and gently took a hold of Bailey's head, keeping in the air before it fell. "You'll be fine."
"Jack I, c-an't keep going thr-ough this..." Bailey's entire body shook with sobs and I saw tears glistening in his eyes. He blinked and they fell rapidly. Jack swiped them away with his thumbs.
"I know, shhh." He whispered, resting his chin on Bailey's head, cradling it in his arms. I smiled to myself, I was beginning to see that Jack really did know how to care about someone. I was also beginning to see that he would always be there for Bailey when he needed him, and he really did in this instance. Bailey screamed again, writhing and twisting as much as Jack's grip would allow him to.
"I'll try and turn for the battle, but I-"
"Don't hurt yourself." Jack cut him off in a soft voice.
"Always looking out for me." Bailey clenched and unclenched his fists over and over as his body took control and began to shape him without his consent. His screams ripped raw from his throat, and I was stood there, half-frozen in surprise, half in curiosity.
"Course I will, don't be stupid." Jack said. Bailey gave a feral snarl, and Jack was thrown backwards as Bailey reared his head. He hit into the wall, rolling off it. I couldn't hold in the gasp which escaped my mouth. Jack got up and glanced at me. His expression was unreadable, one of the worst things about him.
"Jerry! I told you to-"
"I know, I'm sorry." I apologised, seeing the worry in his eyes. "Bailey was screaming and I couldn't help it."
"I'd compel him to keep quiet but-"
"Guys!" Bailey yelled from his corner. He shifted onto his back legs, flailing his arms around, roaring in pain, and he flopped down again. His spine twisted grotesquely under his skin as it shifted from human to wolf. His screams had amplified ten-fold, and he was fiercely tugging against the chains, but they were too far inside the wall.
"Jerry, go." Jack said urgently, but I couldn't, I was frozen to the spot with shock. Bailey's skin had started to sprout little chestnut-brown hairs, and his face was contorting. His eyes remained the majestic sea blue, but the whites of them became as black as the night sky outside. His canine teeth were elongating as he was snapping his head back and forth, whipping his hair around.
"Go." Jack gave me a little shove, and I nodded, understanding the danger. I turned and ran. I heard Bailey's growls getting louder, and the snapping of metal accompanied it. I spun back around to see Jack pushing himself off the garage wall with a backflip.
Bailey was fully in his wolf form, and was snarling at him venomously, a string of drool hanging from his jaws. He stood roughly the same height as Jack, but seemed a lot more formidable at the present moment. His eyes were burning with malice, and it came close to what I'd seen in Jack's eyes the first time I'd made him angry.
I winced, turning away and screaming out loud as Jack and Bailey clashed. They tumbled to the ground, with Jack underneath. He kicked Bailey off him, thrusting both feet into his stomach. Jack was up in a flash, and Bailey flew into the wall, yelping in pain. I anxiously bit my lip as he brushed himself off with a shake of his head. Jack braced himself, but Bailey's head changed direction.
And he looked at me.
Jack looked at me, and this time I turned and ran. I didn't stop to turn back. Bailey's reverating footfalls trailed behind me, shaking the tools nailed to the wall, he was fast even with his mutilated hand. I felt his hot breath down the back of my neck. I screamed in agony as my neck was snapped up by his powerful jaws.
I was tossed through the air, grunting as I landed on the hard, concrete floor. The impact jarred up my entire body, and I was reminded of the car crash Dad and I were in. I rolled over onto my back, attempting to sit up, but I couldn't, the searing pain had paralysed my entire body. I was rapidly bleeding out onto the floor from a large gash across my neck. Where was Jack?
I turned my head at the sound of a loud yelp, and saw Jack smashing Bailey's body into the wall. All the tools clattered to the ground, and a spanner landed on Bailey's head, causing him to howl in pain. Bailey snarled, snapping his jaws over Jack's shoulder, he still had me in his sights.
Jack was thrown backwards as Bailey's non-mutilated paw struck out and slashed into his cheek. That was enough time for Bailey to recover. Jack was up again, and rushing towards Bailey, with supernatural speed being a helpful ally, but he wasn't quick enough and Bailey leapt for me.
His huge paws pinned me to the ground, and I struggled underneath him, but it wasn't enough. I heard Jack hit into the wall where Bailey had been, and I saw him run at his friend again. Bailey's breath was hot on my face, putrid and making me gag. I held my breath, and all went silent for a moment. In a sudden shock of movement, Bailey's head moved closer to me.
I screamed as his blade-like teeth tore into my skin.
~Kickin' it~
(A/N) What did you guys think? I know, I'm a meanie with the cliffies, but it's boring if the chapters always have closed endings. I'll need over 115 reviews for an update (I'm sorry about that, but the last chapter barely got any). Also, to VaultOfSecrets, how did I do with Bailey? Was he alright?
Oh, and also, start paying extra-close attention to the plot line guys, it'll be important.
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