AN: a weird review is a review Tai. And I am aware that spasming isn't a word.
C a R t E r
What am I? Flypaper for freaks?
She stood outside the door, breathing normally. Her mind ran over what had been happening…
Werewolves. Fine. Rudolph is dead. Even better. Not feeling a thing. That was slightly worrying. She'd been bitching about Rudolph since he'd started to worm his way into her mothers' pants. He'd tried to be… well… fatherly. Tried. And now she'd killed him because-
Belatedly her legs kicked into action. If Rudolph was telling the truth then Perdi and her mom where just around the corner. Trying to ignore the spaming pains in her shoulder, Carter made her way to the side of the building…. And stopped to glare at the three figures who where loitering just ahead.
Carter sighed and walked with purpose towards the trio. "You! Again." She announced, fixing her gaze on the grinning brunette. "What am I?" She asked exasperated. "Flypaper for freaks?!"
"Nah, more of a collector of hot, ready to guys!" the tree talker from the park grinned.
She slapped a hand to her head and choked back a hysterical laugh. "God, what a day!"
Tivon smile dimmed. "Congratulations." The seriousness from him was eerie.
It was Carter's turn to frown. "For what?"
"For your tactical annihilation of the werewolves."
"Uh." Carter paled and tried feebly to hide the silver spear behind her back. "What are you talking about?"
"Divide and conquer." Said the second of the guys who was standing quietly at the back, yet seemed to hold the largest presence, was the only way Carter could describe it. His black hair was falling almost gracefully into his grey eyes and at a simple shift in his stance Carter got to admire his defined abs before she tore her gaze away.
She gulped, looking from one to the next and took a wavering step back. "Just who the fuck are you?"
"I'm Tivon Cloud." The tree talker stated. He, Tivon gestured at the guy with the multicoloured hair. "Callum Namir." He flung his arm at the last one, the one with black hair. "Brennan Silverlake."
"Okay, let me rephrase that." Carter started, her eyes never leaving her conversation companions. "What are you!"
"Psychopaths who are about to sensuously seduce you?"
Carter rose a sceptical eyebrow. "Really?"
"Really!" The one named Callum stated.
Carter eyed him cautiously. Hair a myriad of colours ranging from coal black, liquid amber and burnt sienna. "I don't seduce!" She said, staring into his stone cut emerald eyes. Cats eyes, she mused.
Tivon looked thoughtful. "Everybody has a weakness." He told her firmly.
Carter searched each of their faces in turn and sighed annoyed."You know I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed our little philosiphy "Lesson learned." She replied, ceasing her lame attempts to conceal the spear. "But I've got more important things to do!"
Brennan smiled slowly. "You have indeed."
Carter stared at him before starting to edge around them. "So I'll just be going..."
Tivon placed himself directly in her path. "Afraid not sweetheart."
Her eyes narrowed in aggravation. "Get out of my way!" She tried to side step him, but he mirrored her movements. Carter stopped and glared. "Look, I've got places to go, folks to rescue and people to kill. You know how it is!"
"All to well." Tivon said, the humour draining from his face. "I wasn't joking about the psychopathic/sociopath part."
Carter gave a frustrated growl as he blocked her path for about the hundredth time. "You're really pissing me off now!" She told him through gritted teeth.
Tivon regarded her calmly. "Welcome to the family."
"Hellooo... I already have a family. Hence the trying to get past your big fat unmoveable ass to help them." Carter snapped at him, considering whether she should stab him or just stun him.
Tivon gave her on alarmed look. "My ass is fat?" He swivelled his head around to try and see. "Oh my god, is she right? Is my ass fat?"
Carter rolled her eyes whilst suppressing choked up laughter. "God, can you be this superficial?" She asked right before she stomped on his foot.
Tivon sucked in a breath. "Owww!" He bellowed, as she removed her sneaker heel from his boot.
Carter could see Callum shaking his head in her peripheral vision. "All of the martial arts she displays in the warehouse and she stomps on your foot."
"It's skill." Carter told him.
"Why didn't you just kill him?" Callum asked, blandly.
"Well, a) You're standing right there. Two of you. And you probably aren't going to appreciate me killing your babbling bisexual whatever he is." She said, pausing to look at said babbling bisexual.
"How did you know I was bi?" Tivon asked brightly.
"I have a bisexual friend, you share similar behaviour." Carter told him before ranting on. "And b) I don't go around practising homicide without a good reason. Such as kidnapping my mother and sister, trying to kill me and seriously pissing me off!"
Tivon smiled. "And screwing your mother."
Carter pointed at him. "Yeah! That too!"
"I could screw your mother." He replied.
"You do! And I will remove certain parts of your anatomy with a pair of blunt scissors!" Carter told Tivon, giving him a super death glare.
Brennan smiled with something akin to humour in his expression.
"And what the hell are you looking at Mr - I'm - So - Fucking - Gorgeous!" Carter said, accosting the lamia with a murderous glower
He continued to smile as she huffed and puffed in irritation. "You're cute when you're angry." He told her, no emotion radiating from his words.
She made it three steps closer to the extremely attractive Brennan, extremely attractive, uh come on Blake. He's just a dumb pretty face .Get over it! Before she reigned her anger and forced her uncooperative legs to stop. Carter plastered her best sincere smile on her face before speaking. "Oh come on, say it like you mean it!"
Tivon bounded up to her and slung a friendly arm around her shoulders. "Finally! Someone else who isn't cowed by the big ominous Silverlake presence."
Carter looked from Tivon to Brennan, whose eyes she noticed were a pale lilac fizz. She turned back to Tivon and cast a glance at the offending arm around her shoulders
The look was enough for Tivon. "What you don't like hugs?" He enquired, removing his arm.
"Not from extremely weird people who appear from no where, congratulate me on killing werewolves and then prevent me from helping my family." Carter informed him, looking around at the trio of strangers.
Tivon opened his mouth to reply but it was Callum who spoke. "They're not your family, didn't you understand what Rudolph told you?"
The witch clapped a hand to his face. ~No he's done it~ He told Brennan. He just made a very calm situation volatile. Perhaps it was the mention of Rudolphs' name or maybe it was the disgusted tone he used but either way Carter's body posture screamed defensive. Not only that but she was also imagining a number of extremely creative and very painful methods of torture of the leopard shifter.
"They're vermin!" Callum stated, he refrained from his usual reclining posture and made a pathway to Carter.
"What?" Carter answered, her voice quiet and calm made an ironic contrast with the roiling waves of fury quaking through her body.
Carter wasn't aware that she was moving until an arm lunged out from behind, pulling the spear from her hand and grabbing her wrist. She reacted on instinct twisting her arm so that she had a grip on her attackers wrist and rotated until she heard a clean crack. Tivons cry of pain and a litany of curses followed.
Brennan shook his head and reached out with his mind. ~Freeze,~ he ordered her. She didn't even hesitate. It figured she'd be immune.
Over Tivon and Carters' fighting form he met Callums eyes. He nodded, once.
She should have felt it coming, expected it at least. But she was so wrapped up in keeping Tivon away from her that the swift blow to the back of her head connected efficiently.
There was only darkness.