Alexander winces as Molly opens the Tavern's door, she has an arm around his waist to help him along when the pain makes him weak. It took them a while to convince everyone at the Hotel to let them leave, Angel offered to come with as well but Molly reassured them all that she's fine to take her boyfriend back him.
Alexander wishes she didn't include the fact that he's "grounded" again. They didn't need to know that…
Molly helps him through and immediately Alexander feels dread. His mates are waiting at the bar, not looking too happy.
"Hi…" Alexander manages to squeak out as Molly holds onto his arm to walk him over.
Immediately Jackson rushes at him, Alexander yelps when he's lifted up. It's painful.
"Oh my god, you fucking idiot!" Jackson is holding him up by the shoulders, which isn't really doing anything aside from lifting Alexander on his tippy toes, and then hugs him tight "Don't you fucking lie like that again!"
"You're more worried about me lying than the fact you're crushing my stab wound." Alexander whines but he's hugging back. Jackson gasps and lets him go, Alexander gives a weak smile when he's staring at the bandaging "It's fine-"
"It's not fucking fine, you goddamn moron!" Brandon is suddenly by his side and pulling him to the left by his antler. Oh god he's pissed. "You got stabbed! Again!"
Alexander holds a hand over his wound as Brandon pulls him over. Fuck, he's mad. He looks to Jackson who's just watching with slight worry. Great… Brandon's so mad that Jackson won't calm him down. Alexander sure fucked up this time.
Alexander holds a nervous smile when Brandon makes him look him in the eye. The fact that Brandon's growling isn't very reassuring "you're in so much fucking trouble."
Alexander nervously laughs and winces, Brandon lets him go and watches as Alexander hold a newly bloody patch on his chest.
There's a silence.
"The fuck did you do?!" Sam suddenly yells and he hurries over to them. Alexander couldn't stop him fast enough before he pulls him away from Brandon and thus ruining his black and white fur. There's something in his eyes. He's panicking, obviously, but his eyes are in slits and it's like he's having a flash back. Alexander winces when Sam pushes a paw against his wound, presumably to keep the blood from gushing out "God, it's so bad."
"How about we all calm down…" Jackson tries to pipe up but he quiets down soon enough. Hector is next to him, he pats Jackson's arm and the Spider snaps out of it. "How bad does it hurt?"
"Surprisingly, not that bad." Alexander still keeps a smile. Sam is not taking any chances; he's still pressing his paws against Alexander's chest. Alexander looks to Molly and he gives the silent cue that he does not know what to do. She looks away slightly but she comes over with a troubled frown, taking out a white handkerchief from somewhere and presses it against Alexander's wound while shooing Sam away. Alexander winces "Is it bad that it's going numb?"
"Yes." All six demons jump at the sudden voice. The voice of dread, of total seriousness and authority. Alexander knows he's in deep trouble now.
Alexander looks over to the side and sees his Boss giving him a stern glare. Oh no…
He strides over and takes Alexander's arm to pull him away from the rest. Boss pulls down Alexander's collar to take a closer look at the bandaging he has. Alexander squirms a bit, it's tingly and his Boss is pressing slightly on his skin, blood spilling out in large and slow drips. From the look in his Boss' eyes, he's not impressed.
"The fuck kind of doctor did you go to?" He mumbles then grabs Alexander's antler to pull him along. Alexander winces and keeps the handkerchief on his wound as he goes along "I'm fixing you up, then you're going the fuck to bed."
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"Ow! Fuck!" Alexander's yells are heard from the other room. There's a small crash, something empty fell over it seems. Then another yell "Bloody Hell!"
"It's a fucking needle! Shut up!" The Boss barks and then there's silence.
Molly is worried. Sure, stitching a wound is supposed to be easy pain, but she doesn't know much about stitching a chest wound. She knows that area is sensitive, but then again, maybe her boyfriend is being a little too dramatic.
"So, do you know what happened?" Molly turns her attention to Jackson. He looks more dishevelled than usual; like he was frantic. She knows what it's like, she's a spider too. Their kind's fur doesn't fair well with stress or fear.
"Well, Angel and I were walking…" Molly pauses a bit at her explanation. She remembers a small crack sound when Alexander took his eyes off the enemy… the Imp… and the pain in his eyes… "And we saw him get stabbed by an Imp."
"Imp?" Sam hops beside her, on four legs as he perches on the bar. Sitting down in feline posture as he leans his head down "Those tiny things?"
"No, this guy- he was… umm…" Molly tries to think of a way to describe him. The creepy sleazebag from her work… What did he do to get on Alexander's nerves? "He was more… human than usual. Kind of short, but like six foot. And a crooked smile…"
"Red skin? Yellow teeth?" Hector sits next to her on a stool. He's leaning forward and Molly can see… something in his eyes. It's there, but it's not? A small spark or flame… "Ugly arse mullet?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?" Molly asks and Hector's eyes change… his pupils slit.
"Fucking hell…" Brandon growls and holds his snout to keep him from getting louder. He's pissed off…
Molly hears growling off to her side and she sees Sam clawing the counter. His claws are cracking the wood. He's not looking at her but she can see his eyes as well, his pupils are in slits as well.
She looks over to Jackson in confusion but she sees his holding his face as well. There's something off with him though… he's holding his eyes…
"What's wrong? Do you know him?" Molly looks among all four of them. Instantly all of them snap their heads to look at her, which is freaky in its own right, but they seem to now realise that she is indeed still present. They look normal now.
"He's… he's the guy that…" Brandon can't get the words out since he growls each time he pauses. He holds his snout to hold his mouth closed while looking off to Jackson.
"He's the bloke that shanked Alexander the first time." Jackson finishes off for him and Molly's eyes widen slightly at this new information. Jackson crosses all of his arms and is erratically tapping his fingers against his arm.
Sam growls and scratches the counter as he leans up on his legs "I'm gonna kill him."
"No you're not." Hector pipes up unusually loud, he gets up on the counter as well and both have a stare down "I want to kill him."
"How about this, I get him first, then you get him second?" Sam negotiates and Molly is a little weirded out with them. What is going on?
"No, you're going to tear him to shreds before I have a go at him." Hector counters and Molly looks away to hold the bride of her near non-existent nose. She peeks at Jackson and Brandon to see them talking amongst themselves as well. They're too quiet to hear, but by the way they look; frustrated and frankly pissed off in general, Molly can tell they're talking about this guy as well.
"Get the fuck off my bar!" A cup is thrown at Sam and Hector, who both yell and fall off to the floor, Molly moves her legs so Hector doesn't hit her, she looks over to the side door and sees the Boss in his glory, a bit of blood here and there, but it's minute. Molly gives a silent sigh of relief.
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"Ow…" Alexander is laughing slightly at the pain as Molly takes him to his room.
His Boss shakes his head at the ridiculousness of that kid. He has asked Molly to look after him for a while in his room, one; to make sure he doesn't fuck up his stitches, and two; to make sure he doesn't go anywhere.
He looks over to the rest of his employees and observes them.
Jackson is holding his face and pacing. He's mumbling under his breath while two hands resummon drumsticks over and over. The Boss can see a strange thing happening with Jackson, his eyes look off under his hands. He figures it is stress or anger.
Brandon is sitting on the floor, crossed legged and leaning his upper body down in front of him, to the point his elbows are touching the floor. He's holding his mouth closed as he's growling. His fur is frisking. His tail is up and twitching. There is no denying that's he's holding back from going ape shit.
Hector is standing silently, watching Jackson pace. There is something off about him. He's too silent. Boss knows that Hector is naturally quiet, but his silence is something that gives him chills. His eyes… his eyes are in slits. His stare on Jackson isn't lighting up, like he's distracting himself.
Sam is working quickly on the counter, sanding the wood down to get rid of the scratches. His hands are moving insanely fast, and it's obvious he is also holding himself from going nuts. And he it's like he's not seeing what he's doing, Boss can see Sam's eyes in slits as well and just staring down at the counter as he works. His claws are coming out, and Boss is pretty sure he's going to further damage his bar.
"Alright, stop that. You're going to damage it more!" Boss takes the sand paper away from the cat and shoos him off to the side. He looks down at the damage and can't see any more scratches, but there's a slight dip in the wood. He sighs and figures he'll re-oil the counter later that night.
Boss looks over to the boys and they're all silent, looking at him and are getting more agitated by the second.
He sighs and leans on the bar. He holds his nose and rakes the same hand through his hair. He needs to make the decision before they do something stupid. He looks to the boys and sees them ready to leave.
"Be back before 2am." At his words, all four of them rush out the tavern.
Boss stays quiet and hops the bar to find the oil, hearing an ominous howl in the night.
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"Did it hurt?" Molly asks as she shuts the door, Alexander is hanging onto her to keep himself standing. He spies Oli on his perch, sleeping, so much relief… he doesn't want frantic raven cuddles at the moment.
"You know I'm a wuss…" Alexander gives a small laugh as Molly helps him head over to the bed. He falls on his back and groans at the sudden burst of dull pain, sitting up and rubbing near his wound "fucking hell…"
"Easy there, tiger." Molly giggles and cuddles up next to him. Alexander wraps an arm around her waist to pull her up, they both fall off to the side in a tangled mess with her added weight.
Both laugh and enjoy their embraces.
Then they hear a howl.
"What was that?" Molly sits up and looks over to the window.
Alexander sits up as well, albeit slower, but he looks over. He knows that howl.
He groans and falls back, ignoring the pain, and hides his face in a pillow. He should have never told his mates what Richard looked like… "that's Brandon."
"Really?" Molly lies down with him and cuddles up to his side.
"Yeah… my guess is that the rest of them are going after that prick…" Alexander looks up at Molly when she pulls the pillow away. He gives a smile "They're really protective."
"I think I can tell." Molly holds Alexander up to set his head on her shoulder.
"You would not believe what we all do when one of us is hurt, it's phenomenal…" Alexander laughs and pulls Molly over him, the dull feeling in his chest is going away only slightly, but he can tolerate it in order to cuddle.
"How far do you go?" Molly nuzzles her face in his chest and Alexander holds in his giggle, her hair is tickling his skin.
"Well… we're all…" Alexander can't think of the word. Is there a word to describe how they react? "Different…"
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Four silhouettes are in front of a small run down warehouse, two are on all fours while the other two are standing straight.
The first four-legged creature is a canine, large in size and fur that appears rough. Large red eyes staring onward and his snout open, drool dripping out.
The second is a dark feline creature, large claws and a sleek form. Narrow blue eyes with thin black pupils are glaring on ward. A small growl can be heard.
There's a spider standing above both creatures. What seems to be four orange eyes are glowing as he keeps two hands on the creatures, keeping them back. There are strange sticks in his other two hands.
The final figure is standing behind the spider. He's not seen as easily. Just a shadow…
All are giving off a deadly vibe. Imminent danger is ahead…
There are demons and imps standing outside the warehouse warily, staring at the four, unsure of what they are.
One is brave enough to step forward, a small imp. He managed to get close enough to get a better look at all of the strangers.
Before he could get a chance to speak, the silhouettes act.
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"Jackson's the worst of us." Alexander laughs and sits up, Molly sits next to him and waits for him to finish up "I mean, it's funny! He's the friendliest out of all five of us! But…"
Alexander looks down at Molly and sees her tilting her head in confusion. She shoves his arm slightly to get him to continue.
He smiles "There's a reason why no one fights the drummer."
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The imp yells when a drumstick gets impaled into his eye, his scream is silenced when the blunt of the other drumstick is jabbed into his throat.
The imp falls to the ground and Jackson rushes in with his now bloodied drumsticks, jabbing the next demon in the abdomen and kicking him in the balls before stabbing another chest. He pulls his drumsticks out and jabs each demon in the ear before punching them off.
The other three have rushed in as well and Jackson twirls his drumsticks, awaiting his next opponent.
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"Hector has a strange way of dealing with things." Alexander plays with one of Molly's hands, the rest of her hands are petting him; his back, his hair, his arm. They're enjoying themselves "He doesn't like getting himself dirty, so to speak."
"What does that mean?" Molly is curious. She knows that Hector is introverted as he is, but not eager to get dirty? And Alexander makes it sound so exciting.
"He… okay, don't tell him I told you this." Alexander leans in, grasping Molly's hand in his, and he speaks in a soft whisper "Hector hates blood."
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There's a loud noise of battle cries as Hector worms his way around the corpses and spilt blood on the concrete.
A few imps come over and he avoids their blows, dodging punches and kicks before he's had enough.
He slugs one offender in the face and shit-whips another away from him. The cracks he heard don't really concern him.
He looks back to the others and sees them having fun with the other foes. He turns his attention ahead of him.
This is only the beginning.
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"What about Brandon?" Molly's on Alexander's stomach and reaching up to caress part of his chest.
Alexander likes this, it tickles and Molly's soft body is on his. He answers with a small laugh as some of Molly's hair brushes on his soft skin "He's a bit more hands on, he likes a good biff."
Molly stops. This makes Alexander sad. He looks down and sees Molly looking confused. She clears her throat seeing him stare at her with equal confusion "I'm sorry?"
"He likes to fight." Alexander emphasise with his hands, giving small punches in the air "hands on. He will not back down."
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A shrill yell is heard as the remaining demon runs back into base. His heart his pounding, blood running cold yet still pumping in a frantic beat as he fears for his life.
He's suddenly tackled down and his shriek is silenced with a bite to the throat.
Brandon shakes his head and rips out the demon's windpipe. He spits out the meat and growls as he spies another demon.
He knocks the pathetic living corpse below him to the side, eyeing the demon that is now running away. He crouches down and growls as the demon turns a corner.
He lifts his head and howls before kicking off to start another chase.
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"Oh! Sam! Sam… oh, fuck, Sam's going to go ballistic." Alexander groans and hides his face under a pillow.
"I'm sure he's not going to…" Molly laughs slightly as she uncovers his face, she frowns seeing him look serious.
"Sam…" Alexander sighs and sits himself up carefully next to Molly, she holds him by the waist as he rubs near his stab. "He takes vengeance seriously…"
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Richard hisses as he packs up his goods. This is bad. He has no idea who these fuckwits are but he knows that they mean business. Did he anger a rival gang or something?
He grabs a gun and hurries off to the exit before freezing when the doors close.
There's a loud meow and Richard looks around. There's another one and it echoes off the walls.
He sees a shadow to the side and fires a bullet.
There's a hiss. Did he hit it?
What is it? Obviously, it's a cat, but what the fuck?
There's a growl and Richard fires a few bullets behind him, the shadow jumps around and hides in the dark again.
Richard pants, feeling a little freaked out. He needs to get out of here.
He sprints to the door and only manages to grab the handle before he's swatted away. Something sharp had scratched him away, leaving pain in his abdomen.
Richard falls on his back and groans, he holds his stomach and yells out to let the pain off. He flinches hearing clicks on the concrete, and shivers seeing a large feline body approaching. Claws clinking on the ground.
Blue eyes pierce into his soul and he yells as it goes for his neck.
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"They must be furious." Molly comments as she gently unwraps Alexander's bandages. There's a slight red or discolouration, and she knows that means the bandaging needs to be changed and that her boyfriend's wound needs to be cleaned and dried.
"Yeah, so they're most likely going to rough him up… I don't think they'd kill him." Alexander is in a little denial about this though. Sure, his mates probably won't kill him, there's really nothing other than angel weaponry that can kill a demon. Yeah… they're going to beat him until he's black and blue for the next month probably. Maybe even worse…
Alexander suddenly jerks away from the antiseptic and Molly holds him still. He sighs and clenches his fists in the bed sheets.
"You've talked about the rest. What about you?" Alexander looks at
"I probably would try to- you know, but…" Alexander stumbles on his words. He would try to… kill that bastard. Fuck- He wanted to kill him then and there. He brought him so much pain. So much fear. Practically played him like a fiddle when they were alive… those were times that he's still not proud of… But that's not really what Molly's asking… "Well… I get angry. And I don't really remember what happens…"
"Is that it?" Molly asks a little sceptical and Alexander can't blame her. He winces when she wraps his wound.
"Well, I've been told I react a bit too… much?" Alexander adds nervous with a smile "You know I'm an emotional little bitch, Molly. I get angry, too."
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Sam purrs as he hops some surface to surface, coming out of the hideout. He lands on the concrete drive way outside, completely satisfied with what he had done. He sits on all fours and grooms his bloodied paws, the taste of that prick's blood is actually not half bad, considering he somehow made it so far without getting an STI or any other disease. Pure white begins to show again underneath his coat of black and red as his mates come over.
"Where is he?" Hector asks and flicks some blood off his jacket. It's annoying him. He was never one for getting dirty on the job, all the incidents after… what he did in the living – that was on others. Not his fault for blood. He despises it.
"Ran away when I wasn't looking." Sam informs as he stands up, he had moved onto his face. The blood around his mouth is starting to bug him "I scratched him pretty bad, I doubt he'd survive with them… cannibals and all, you know?"
"Even if there is a possibility of him dying, only an angel weapon can kill a demon." Brandon growls them he stalks over, he shifts into his normal form and stretches his legs back to get more comfortable in his fur. He looks over the battleground of flesh and pumping heart beating their last drops of blood. These idiots came at them with Angel weaponry, Brandon and his mates were lucky to get a hold of some before more came out "Bastard's lucky you didn't have any."
"We should get going." Jackson sighs and he rubs his face. He managed to get blood on his cheeks. Two of his hands still have his sticks, stained with blood. He laughs slightly as he lifts them up "I think I need new sticks."
"Can't you just summon new ones?" Brandon asks as they all walk off back home. After this night of fun, they need rest.
"I can summon these ones. I don't just make them out of thin air!" Jackson moans dramatically and puts all his arms down. His eyes had calmed down, completely normal. For now, at least.
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The door opens to shine a dull light onto the bed. Both Molly and Alexander are sleeping.
Under the covers, both are cuddling each other, Alexander spooning Molly, and are surrounded by pillows.
The shine seemed to wake up one little resident, however. A small whine comes from the perch and Oli opens his wings, directing his attention to the door. He drops a few times before he's shushed silently, finger to mouth in a silent signal.
Oli ruffles his feather and gets comfortable again on his perch and fluffs up as he sleeps again.
The door closes and the Boss gives a sigh. That kid gets into more trouble than a random ass fucking clown in a park full of children.
He walks back into the tavern and pauses seeing the rest of his employees standing by the entrance, bringing in blood. That's going to stain… he'll take care of that too, it seems.
The boys seem exhausted, he notices.
Sam and Brandon have the most blood on them it seems, nothing he's surprised about, if he'd be honest. They seem fine, for what they've done. Taking it well, or better than he first expected. Sam's taking it a bit better than Brandon, who looks a little ruffled, but otherwise, both are "fine".
Jackson still seems to be having that headache of his, how peculiar. He's not taking it well, obviously. Boss notes that he may need to give Jackson a decent amount of days off in order to cool off.
Hector is surprisingly cleaner than he expected, but Boss knows better than to question it. It's the quiet ones you need to watch out for.
Boss sighs and motions them through the door "Hose yourselves down and go to sleep."