Mac slammed Devon hard into the bed of the truck and let the momentum stun him. He was crying which didn't surprise Mac, what surprised him was that the bastard had actually pissed himself when Mac started pulling him through the pitch black. He knew where he was going but Devon wasn't apart of this world. He knew he made Devon wanna scream, he knew he made him wanna run from him but he knew it was too late he'd wasted all his time. He'd even let go of him but the weak bastard that he was he'd just stood there. He was no blood to him. How could he be? They were so different that he couldn't make this shit up.

Mac felt his blood steam and boil at the thought that he was hunting tonight. He smiled at Devon who was tied and helpless in the bed of the truck and slapped in the tape over his mouth. This was the last day of Devon's life and he knew it. He knew the mistake Walter had made the second Mac stepped through that door.

"Why was Reggie tied?"

Devon shook his head and Mac jerked the tape free, "She tried to help Harper."

Mac smiled at him, "She always was the smart of the two of you."

Devon didn't get a chance to answer before the tape was over his mouth again. Mac was out of the bed of the truck slamming it shut as he got inside. He had his mind made up on what he was going to do. He knew Walter was likely doing whatever he could right now to make sure his golden boy didn't die but he had special plans for the pair of them. Something was scratching at the back of his mind making it's way towards his reality but he stuffed it down not willing to take a look at it right now. He needed to get to Harper.

His mind went to Harper and the fact that Austin had her and that feeling he'd felt in the cave returned. Rolling his shoulders he felt his neck crack and pop and shifted gears going the back way towards the house. He knew this place better than anyone. He'd see this through. He promised her that motherfucker would never touch her and he fuckin' meant it.

Pulling into the spot he cut the engine and killed the lights. At the side of truck bed and smiled at Devon, "I'd be quiet Devon. See you got blood on you and that's a dinner bell around here."

Devon stilled and looked at him but Mac was already moving like a phantom through the night. He could feel her anger like a palpable storm brewing in the air. She was on fire right now. He was caught up in the madness that she had been able to soothe in him and he growled. She was the dwelling place for his demons. She took them clipped their wings and didn't give them room to spread their wings. She took that from them. In such a short span of time his anger had become like a living breathing thing with him. Taunting, goading, speaking to him telling him where to cut, where to bleed them, where to do all the sick perverse things he'd fantasized about.

He was always more beast than man but she had woken that part in him deeper than anyone had ever been able to reach. He'd tasted her blood night after night feeding that part of him making him crave her like an addict looking for his next hit. He shifted his pants and chuckled to himself at the thought of what she would do to Austin and Melissa if giving half a chance.

Stepping into the shadows of the backyard he could see movement through the house and clocked them. Walter had no doubt called them cause he was checking the doors and windows. Mac smiled and tilted his head at the ignorance of this man. Locks only kept a honest criminal out.

There was a loud thud and then her voice broke the silence, "FUCK YOU!"

He was hit with a sudden wave of deja vu. It was like the first time he'd ever met her eyes when she was fighting both of those bastards off her with everything in her. He moved silently through the yard to the side of the house and let his fingers trace the siding and smiled when he found the box he was looking for. Pulling his knife he popped and sliced the main wire. No phones. Moving to the next he popped it too and jerked the handle hard down and wrenched it to the right breaking the handle. The sound of the house powering down was like music to his ears.

The sound of laughter met his ears and he felt her smile singing. He grinned and was moving around the side of the house from where the boxes were.

"Austin...is the power messed up?" Melissa's voice was passive.

Mac moved silently and stilled when he heard foots steps close by. Reaching up he caught the roof of the porch and pulled himself up silently just as the door opened. He moved silently taking measured steps making sure to move silently as he made his way towards the window he knew set unlocked. Looking down into what was left of Harper's room he smirked and took his knife out cutting the seal out the window. Once it was cut free he popped the knife down into the gap and forced up on it causing the glass to lift.

Moving it out of his way he looked down into the darkened room and lowered his self hanging to the roof. Dropping he crouched low as there was a dull thud from his booted feet hitting the carpet. Not hearing anything to indicate he was heard he moved silently to the door and stood against the wall.

"If you would have just came home this would have never had to happen." Austin spoke quickly.

Harper hissed out a breath, "Mac is home."

He heard the slap but just smiled knowing that Austin wouldn't get the reaction he wanted from her. Harper was use to worse hits like that from him doing good moods and during sex. She craved it from him. Austin didn't know his daughter.

"I'm your home! Me Harper, your father." Austin snapped. "Not Mac! ME!"

"You couldn't compare to him on his worst day." She growled.

Mac seen a shadow pass the door and watched as Melissa picked up the phone and frowned. She really was stupid. She set it on the hook and then picked it back up as if that would fix the issue.

Moving the same time she went past the door letting the darkness cloak his movements his hand came around her mouth. She didn't even get to make a noise as her feet came off the ground. He felt terror grip her entire body and she locked up not even struggling. She was weak. Backing up away from the door Mac set her down and he was in her face. His eyes had adjusted to the dark quickly and he could read her. She was prepared to crawl like a worm from a bird.

Tilting his head he brought his knife to his mouth shushing her, "Which room?" his voice was low almost a whisper. "If you yell then the last thing you feel will be what it feels like to get fucked with this." He let his knife sway in front of her face.

Her breathing fell out of sync, "Den."

"Are you lying?"

She shook her head and he nodded and stood to his full height over her. With a quick move he knocked her unconscious and tied her hands and feet behind her back and used her stupid fuckin scarf to gag her. He wasn't concerned with this bitch. Not right now at least.

Stepping into the hall he could smell Harper and closed his eyes breathing deeply he felt his mind clear some and he started down the hall.

"MELISSA!" Austin barked. "Is the phone working?"

Silence.

There was a muffled grunt followed by heavy breathing and Mac clenched his jaw.

"Hold still or this will hurt." Austin pleaded.

" You will die." Harper spoke matter of fact.

Mac moved to the door and seen Austin looming over and grab her jaw, "No Harper I wont. I'm going to do like me and Walter planned. See we're not as stupid as you'd think." Austin laughed in her face, "I knew after that day in the parking lot to come at you head on would only get me hurt."

Harper jerked her head free of his grip and spit in his face. Mac watched as he wiped his face clean and jerked her gag back up.

"See he wants Mac. Mac is his like your mine." Austin's voice was getting breathless and he seen Harper tense.

He was moving silently into the room. He wanted to snap his fucking neck but he was curious as to the rest of Walter was up to. He'd hear it before he sent him to that fast coming abyss.

"I remember the day those papers were signed." Austin rubbed his hand across her arm, "If I'd been smart then I would have suggested Walter just kill them both."

Harper tried to jerk away as his hand dipped across her breast and palmed her. He groaned and moved closer to her. Mac heard her breathing change and gritted his teeth. Again something tugged at his mind telling him to listen so he steeled himself knowing she wasn't weak.

"We'd all been better for it." Austin was sliding his hand across her stomach and Harper's face was in deep shadows but he could see the stone set of her body. She wasn't responding to him in any way. She had her body locked down and had went somewhere else.

"The one thing he was able to get was a name from her but it done him no good." Austin laughed. "You're little boy friend is dead for no better reason than his mother was a whore who got knocked up by another man."

Harper's eyes flashed in the night and her breathing changed getting more rapid and Mac heard the sounds of Denim being pulled open. Adrenaline coursed through his body like every time just before he went into action and he closed his eyes for a mere second.

Thud Thud Thud

Harper's whimpers stopped immediately and he heard her laughter through the gag. He hadn't realized what he done but knew the second she laughed what it was.

"You like that?" Austin cooed trying to get her to lift her hips.

Mac stepped behind him, "You're doing it wrong." His voice a low whisper promising a mutilated horror story of pain and misery.

Austin didn't get a chance to move before Mac had him pinned to the desk his weight keeping him place. His movements were quick and efficient. He tied him up and dumped him to the floor his mouth gagged as well. He didn't want to hear anything else.

Mac stepped over to Harper and sliced the rope binding her legs and wrist. She ripped the gag from her mouth and crashed into him hard enough to send him falling backwards as her mouth welded to his. She was tearing at his coveralls and he growled gripping her throat and forcing her to meet his eyes in the dark.

Her frantic heart beat was in his palm and she slowed her breathing syncing it with his and relaxed against him. His thumb came up sliding against her busted lip gathering the blood that had slipped free. Leaning up his tongue traced the seam of her lips and she moaned pressing herself into his groin and rocking slightly against him. Mac's body responded immediately and stood at attention for her and he clenched his jaws painfully to keep from fucking her right there.

The sound of Austin speaking into his gag had Mac setting up and standing in one fluid motion taking Harper with him. She clung to him still and he just moved regardless and lifted Austin over his shoulder. The man grunted and kept speaking but the gag muffled his voice. Harper was silent but he could feel it coiling like a snake around him. He knew what she wanted and he licked his lips tasting her blood in his mouth mixing with her, just her.

Mac dumped Austin on the hard porch and went back in for Melissa repeating the process. He ran his hand through his sweaty hair and looked up seeing her watching him. He nodded at her. "Five minutes."

She didn't speak but instead leaned against the island of the kitchen nodding to him. Her thighs were tight together and he could almost taste her arousal. Her desperate need to remove the feeling of Austin on her skin. Mac bristled at the thought of the man touching her as he backed his truck across the yard and too the porch. Dropping the tailgate he seen Devon's wide eyes meeting his as he dumped two more bodies by him. Austin's face landed close to Devon's, wide eyes met terrified eyes and tears spilled over Devon's eyes again. The acrid scent of piss met his noise and he curled his lip in distaste as he slammed the tail gate.

Mac turned at the feeling of Harper's hand on his back and she fisted the material of his coveralls jerking him forward. Mac grunted and backed her through the house his mouth on hers. Her body pressed into his and she jumped wrapping her legs around him as her arms locked tight and held on for everything she was worth.

Mac pulled back from her and her face buried in his neck breathing deep calming breaths. "He was telling me how he was going to take me." Her voice was low and soft with a razors edge.

"No one can take you Harper." Mac's voice brushed across her ear barely ruffling her hair, "You're mine."