Slowly, Daniel followed the other man to the building, wobbling and almost falling on occasion. He was still hesitant, so he found it difficult to accept help from Logan any more than absolutely necessary. The Westley wanted to be in the building, do what he needed to do, and be out in a flash. Every moment he was there was a moment where he was likely to be seen by Kristopherson.

As the two men stepped into the elevator, Daniel's face paled as the other pushed the button for the eight floor. That was the floor that Miles lived on. Nervously, he looked over to the other, who was oblivious to his distress. Logan simply stared upwards, watching the numbers change as they got closer and closer to eight.

It was agonising. Daniel knew that this wasn't good. He needed to escape, but he was trapped on an elevator. What could he do? It would also be strange if he backed out now, but then again, he didn't know this man and was found sitting on the sidewalk while drunkenly crying. He was still a bit sloshed, which contributed to his panic more. How was he going to get away?

Too late! Floor seven had passed and they were now on floor eight! The doors had opened and Logan stepped out, pausing for a moment for the Westley to follow.

"Need help?" he asked, noticing Daniel falter. Shaking his head, it took Daniel a few moments to finally exit the elevator despite the fact that he hadn't quite built up the courage to do so.

"I used to live on this floor." the Westley explained. "It was on the left up here..."

"Weird..." replied the other, eying the left side of the corridor. At first Daniel thought that he was looking for his old flat, but he was looking too long for that to be right.

The brunet started to wonder if the friend's place was on the same side as well, and his heart began to race. It beat faster and faster with every step toward Kristopherson's door. He wondered if the man was home. He didn't know if he was. There was no way to tell. Regardless, he had to be cautious. If that door opened, Daniel would have some explaining to do. In his current state, he didn't think he could, especially since he wasn't that great at forming words under stress when he was sober.

A rush of relief washed over the Westley as they passed the Miles' door. He could breathe again. It was only then that he realised that he had been sweating, despite having just been outside in the cold. When the man in front of him stopped, he thought this was it, but suddenly, Logan turned around, looking past Daniel.

"Sorry, I passed it." the man said, his words punching the man in the chest. He watched in horror as Logan walked past him and looked for the right door, stopping in front of the one he dreaded most.

In a flash, Daniel thought of every single excuse he could use in order to escape, but it was too late. Logan already raised his hand to knock on the door. The only way he could escape now is if he ran like a manic back to the elevator, but in his intoxicated state, he knew he wouldn't get far before falling. Regardless, he made an attempt.

His legs started moving, and as expected, he didn't get far. He had barely passed the door before tripping over his own feet and eating floor. Quickly, Logan turned around, baffled by the Westley's actions as he crouched down and grabbed the man's arms. Understandably, he was concerned as he tried to help the man stand back up. Daniel wasn't sure what to do from there, so he simply let the other help him. There wasn't much he could do but listen to the sound of the door opening. When that happened, every muscle in his body tensed up, making it difficult for Logan to lift him. The Westley was completely on edge as he waited for the sound of Kristopherson's voice, too afraid to look up at him.

The faux-blonde just stood there in the doorway, confused as to what he was seeing. He arched an eyebrow and was tempted to just go back inside, but he couldn't leave Logan outside with Daniel. Kristopherson couldn't even begin to fathom what Daniel could possibly be doing there, but from the looks of his fellow supernatural, the incubus had an explanation.

"He was outside on the sidewalk." Logan began, struggling to get the other to his feet. Daniel's head was spinning. The fall did not help his condition. "He's drunk and had his wallet stolen, so I brought him here so he can call somebody to come get him. I'm sorry, I don't have a cellphone, so I couldn't tell you beforehand..."

Kristopherson just stood there momentarily, gauging the situation. Yes, he was not happy about seeing Daniel, nor was he happy about him being in his house, however, he could not leave the man out in the cold. Putting his hands on his hips, he sighed and shook his head.

"Alright, then. Come on in, we'll get it sorted." he finally said, surprising the brunet. He expected something less inviting.

Wobbling to his feet, he managed to make it through the door with Logan following suit and shutting the it behind them. The Westley was nervous, and somewhat sad that Kristopherson hadn't acknowledge him. He didn't acknowledge the fact that he knew Daniel at all. It was like they were strangers, yet when the Westley walked through that door, he recognised the flat. It hadn't changed a bit since he had left. The only thing that did was that it was cleaner. It smelled better. When Daniel looked, his room, however, was not empty. It was filled with sewing equipment and materials. The Westley shook his head at that. He had been replaced with sewing supplies. He had to scoff, but he didn't know why. Daniel knew that it was probably for the best, but it still irritated him that it seemed so easy for Kristopherson, when he, himself, was suffering.

The Miles raised an eyebrow at the sound, but said nothing of it. Instead, he went straight to business. "The phone's in there. Same place as always."

"'Kay..." answered the brunet with a sigh, prompting Logan to raise a brow.

"You two know each other?" he questioned, looking to the faux-blonde. Kristopherson folded his arms.

"I'll tell you later." the Miles said, leaning against the counter that connected the living room to the kitchen. Daniel, however, had other plans.

"I'm his ex." he said aloud, causing the other to scoff.

"Hardly. We never officially got together."

"I thought it was implied!"

"Don't start this up again." Kristopherson hissed. "Just call your dad's assistant and go home."

"What, so you don't even want to talk?" indignantly questioned Daniel as he took a step toward the other. "Are you too good for me, now? Is that it?"

"I've moved on." replied the other. "It's old news. Let it go. It's not even worth talking about anymore."

"It's not, is it?! Maybe to you, but it is to me!" Daniel drunkenly barked, taking another step forward, only to be cut off by Logan as he put an arm between the two men.

"Alright, let's just calm down." the incubus said. "We don't need to be combative. This can be talked about."

"And who the fuck are you?" asked the Westley, furrowing his brow at the man. "I've never seen you before. What the fuck are you doing at Kris' house?"

"I'm his friend."

"The fuck you are. I've never seen you!"

"Dan, I met Logan while getting stuff from Gehenna for a full moon." butted in Kristopherson with every ounce of intolerance. "I met him after you left. You'd know this if you called."

"So he's a supernatural?" asked Daniel before turning to Logan again. "You're a supernatural? What the fuck are you? Jacob Black?"

"I'm… uh… no… I'm an incubus." Logan corrected, knowing that it wouldn't go over well but also knowing that lying would solve nothing. In response, Daniel just gawked at the man before turning back to the Miles.

"Oh, so that's what this is." the Westley said, pointing. "Ain't that a fuck-demon? So you break up with me, and then immediately start seeing a fuck-demon? And I thought I went downhill. Wooow!"

"What the fuck, Dan?!" demanded Kristopherson as his friend recoiled as Daniel's accusations. While it was true that incubi and succubi survive on sexual energy, there were strict rules as to how they would go about it, and they didn't merely sleep with anyone who comes up to them. Kristopherson knew this, having known Logan for a while. He had no problems with his friend's personal life, but it was extremely insulting and derogatory to refer to the incubus in such a way.

"It is, isn't it?!" Daniel accused further before turning back to Logan. "You're in human form now, aren't you?! Go on! Turn back! Let's see your real, slutty, form!"

"I-I… I don't..." Logan trailed off.

"'I don't' what?! Go on! Do it!" ordered the brunet, stepping forward, prompting the incubus to hold up his hands in defense.

"I don't want to..." he said sheepishly, taking a step back.

"Oh, so now you don't want to?! You had no problem fucking him earlier, huh?! That's what you were gonna do after I left, too, weren't you?! Or better yet, while I'm here!"

"Daniel, shut the fuck up!" Kristopherson said, stepping toward them and trying to get in between the two others. "It's not like that! We're just friends! Quit making an ass of yourself, you drunk piece of shit!"

The Miles' instructions fell on deaf ears as Daniel continued to attempt to charge the incubus, despite his slurring speech and wobbling stature. In fact, Kristopherson's words only riled him up further. He clenched his fists and barred his teeth, trying to intimidate Logan.

"It's true!" the incubus said. "I haven't laid a finger on him! I just came over to watch Netflix!"

"Yeah, Netflix and chill, huh?!" prodded the Westley. Things took a turn when he thrust his arms forward and attempted to shove Logan against the wall, but Kristopherson was not having it.

"Daniel, stop!" shouted the faux-blonde, putting an arm between him and shoving Daniel in return. He had underestimated his strength and made the human fall to the floor hard, emitting a loud "oof" as he did. Unfortunately, the man hit his head, and the word seemed to spin even worse than before. Rolling onto his side, he tried to get up, grunting and putting on a pathetic display.

Certainly, Kristopherson felt bad. He felt horrible. He didn't mean to hurt the man, but he himself was starting to get violent to an unwilling participant. All he could do, however, was stare down at the Westley, mouth slightly agape as he surprised all three of them. There were many things on his mind. Mostly, he was concerned as to whether the man was alright, but he knew that he couldn't let his actions slide.

"You can't just come into people's houses when they're trying to help you and insult them!" Kristopherson declared. "You're talking like a conservative homophobe! A racist, too! You can't just glance at someone and decide that they're some disgusting animal without even getting to know them! That's fucked up, Dan!"

Silence. There was a long, agonising pause as the brunet thought about what he was going to say. Kristopherson looked on in anticipation while Logan was frightened by what he had been caught in the middle of. Kristopherson had told him that he had cut off ties with someone, but the incubus wasn't aware of just how bad it was! A big portion of him wanted to slink away, but he knew better. He needed to help Kristopherson get rid of the brunet. Unfortunately, he didn't know what was his place to say.

"I'm just telling it like it is..." Daniel grumbled, his head spinning and his eyes losing focus. "You just… haven't got it figured out..."

"Yeah, like I'm taking life advice from you, of all people." replied the faux-blonde, putting his hands on his hips."You're not making a very good impression. If you wanted to talk things out and try to fix things, you've kinda fucked that up. It's not my fault that you hate supernaturals."

"I don't hate them! I've been friends with them forever!"

"And yet you still say horribly insensitive things. Cut the crap, Dan."

"I'm just trying to protect you..." insisted the Westley, causing the other to shake his head.

"From what? Making a new friend? Moving on from you? You're not making any sense."

"What if he does something to you?!" barked Daniel, attempting to stand up. He did it too fast, however, and lost balance again. He wasn't very convincing as he fell on his rear. "You don't know what those people are like!"

"What people?" asked Kristopherson. "Who's 'those people'? Supernaturals? You think supernaturals are dangerous?"

"From past experience, yes." nodded the other. He was confident, looking up at the faux-blonde with a determined smile, only for it to fade into fear as Krstopherson stared down at him with disgust and hatred. The Miles puffed up a bit as he loomed over the Westley—the human being. Kristopherson clenched his fists and bared his teeth at the brunet, causing him to shrink.

"You do know that most of your friends are supernatural, right?" he asked in a gruff voice. He nearly growled as he addressed the other man, terrifying him. "Ciel, Alois, Audrey, and even me! I'm supernatural too, Daniel. That's why you didn't want me."

Daniel stared up at the werewolf, wide-eyed and dumbfounded. He was unable to speak until he looked away, averting his gaze to the side. "I did want you..."

"Well, you sure fooled me, then." Kristopherson said. "You wouldn't even look at me. You won't look at me now. You're afraid of me. You're afraid of all of us. That's not our problem. It's yours, Dan. I don't need you to protect me from my friend on the basis of his race."

Stumbling, Daniel made another attempt to stand, trying to keep himself steady. Somehow, he managed before looking back to the other. He didn't have an argument, but he didn't want to back down, either. While Kristopherson had a compelling argument, Daniel didn't want to believe it or listen.

"Whatever…" he said, not having anything relevant to say. He folded his arms, despite falling back a bit. "Don't come crying to me when things don't work out."

"Why would I? You wouldn't support me anyway." the lycanthrope answered, folding his arms in return. The air was becoming progressively thicker and hard to breathe, and Logan was caught in the crossfire, unsure of what to do. The incubus didn't want to just stand there, but he wasn't sure about what to do. In the end, he decided to try and set things back on track.

"So, uh, Daniel..." he began. "Shouldn't you call your assistant? It's getting pretty late..."

"Then you should, too." the Westley hissed with a scowl. "Interesting, how you showed up so late at night..."

"Now, Daniel, I'm not about that sort of thing." Logan insisted. "If you're suggesting that I would show up to try to better coax Kris into something, I would never. That specifically goes against my species' ethical code of conduct. You can get disowned for that."

"Right, and I'm just supposed to believe that?"

"Yes? I'm pretty sure I know more about my culture than you do?"

"What culture? You're a supernatural. Do you even have any culture?"

To this, Logan visibly recoiled. His brow furrowed and he frowned in a thin line as he stared down the other. Ordinarily, the man was friendly and beyond patient and reasonable. In fact, this was the first time that Kristopherson even seen him posture in a way that is remotely threatening. It was unusual for him, and even he knew it. He just wanted to get something off of his chest for once. It was the same thing that bothered many supernatural like him.

"More than you do, obviously." Logan said, taking a step forward. "Do you really think a people who have been killed off and shunned by your society wouldn't develop it's own set of customs and norms? One thing I've noticed about a lot of humans is that they project a lot onto us; like we're violent monsters who terrorise, pillage, and destroy, when it's always been you. There hasn't been a single documented major war amoung supernaturals, but there are more than anyone can count amoung humans, not to mention the massive amounts of genocide that humans commit amoung yourselves and against other species." He pointed a finger as he spoke, giving the impression that he was accusing Daniel directly.

"You glorify violence and war. How can we expect you to act civil? You can't even accept each other for little things like skin colour or sex, so you kill each other! We aren't surprised that you hate us, too." he continued, speaking with the anger of himself and those like him that had built up over years. "You accuse us of being sexually deviant? There hasn't been any instance of assault in Gehenna until people from your world came into ours! You think we are the monsters? Humans are barbaric, death-worshiping, savages, and always have been. Even now, you come in here after being offered help and immediately start acting hostile! When will you people stop accusing us of doing things that you do? It's sick."

The Westley stumbled back a bit, catching himself with his feet as the other got closer. All he could do was look on with wide-eyes as the other ranted, unable to come up with any kind of coherent argument at all. The more he thought about it, the more Logan was right, but Daniel didn't want that. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to acknowledge it. Therefore, he did not. Instead, he leaned forward and put one foot in front of the other, lunging at the incubus. Ironically, he only proved the man right.

Putting his hands out in front of him, Logan tried to grab the other's wrists, managing to get one of them, but missing the other by a hair. Daniel took his hand away before bringing it back to the other again, only to be blocked with Logan's free hand. Kristopherson gawked at the display, realising that the only way to resolve this was to somehow manage to restrain Daniel. Thus, he ran into the kitchen and retrieved a dishtowel while his friend continued to fight.

Now, Logan wasn't good at fighting. He had never swung a punch in his life, and it was his first time receiving them as well. His skin began to pale and change into a blueish tint as he continued to receive blows, losing concentration on his shape. Now Daniel had the incubus' wrist and attempted to slam it into the wall, but the other resisted. He intensely looked at the other's face as Logan began to panic, however, Daniel began to have the same feeling as the incubus' skin changed colours and large bumps began to form on his forehead.

Points began to form on the bumps as they sprouted further out and bent upwards, startling the human. Daniel wasn't sure how to respond and almost forgot that he was fighting for a moment as he observed the bizarre display. It was a brief observation, however, as the incubus tilted his head back before hurling it forward, striking the human's forehead with his horns. It didn't hurt Logan in the slightest, but Daniel, who's head lacked any protection whatsoever, fell backwards onto his back and reached up to clutch at the pained area. Needless to say, he was going to have some bruising the next day.

While he was down, however, Kristopherson lunged with his dishtowel, turning the man over on his stomach and using it to tie his hands behinds his back. Fortunately, the Westley wasn't in much of a condition to protest. All he could utter was a small groan, and he could not fight back.

After deciding that the binds were tight enough, Kristopherson stood up, looking apologetically to his friend. "I'm sorry about all of that." he said sincerely. "I know that's not when you bargained for when you helped him. He used to be a pleasant person."

Sighing in relief, the other paused for a moment in order to take it all in. He most certainly did not expect any of this, but it could not be helped. "It's alright." he answered, his hue transitioning completely to blue and evening out the patchiness of colour. "What I'm worried about is what are we gonna do with him, now?"

Thinking for a moment, the faux-blonde shook his head. "I hate to bother the Phantomhives this late, but I'm not sure what else to do… I'm going to have to ask Ciel to give me the number of Mister Westley's assistant."

"Will he help you with that?"

"Yeah. They're pretty cool, so I doubt they'll mind. Mostly, they're probably going to worry about Daniel. He used to be pretty cool, too..." Kristopherson looked down at the ground, obviously disappointed in the Westley's actions.

While Logan did not like the man, he could not help but be sympathetic toward Kristopherson. He didn't doubt that they were close at some point, but now, the man was acting, in a word, badly. He was acting horrible and there was no way around that. There was no way to justify his actions or his words, but the incubus did want to believe that there was good in him somewhere. It was probably down very deep.

"It'll be okay." Logan said, putting a hand on the werewolf's shoulder. "You both have a lot going on. People don't act rationally when that happens. It's an explanation, not a justification, but it is what it is. Maybe he'll be better tomorrow."

"I hope so..." sighed the other. "Just when I thought we could patch things up… Dammit, Dan..."

"Let's go call your friend and get this sorted out." said the incubus. "Then we can talk about it."

"Alright… That sounds good..."


A/N: Hello again~ It's been awhile again, too...

Yet again, things have gotten worse than intended... oops... I'm not sorry though...

The real reason for the A/N though, is I got a few questions and a semi-important announcement to just inform y'all about. Might not even apply to you. Who knows?

Questions!

"OMF. HATE, CAN RACHEL AND VINCENT COME BACK AS ANGELS JUST ON BUSINESS OR SOMETHING AND REALIZE THAT THEIR SON IS NOT ONLY ALIVE, WHICH EXPLAINS WHY HE NEVER MET THEM IN HEAVEN, BUT A DEMON AS WELL? THAT WOULD BE SO COOL ASDFGHJKL;" by Edward's Backup Girl

Nope. They can't be angels because they were very naughty kids in real life and need a time out.

How old are Revy and Luka?" by toolazttosignin

Luka is about... 10-11 ish? Somewhere in there... Revy is harder to tell. You'd have to count the amount of time he's been a revenant with the amount of time he's been dead BEFORE becoming a revenant, and then the amount of time he was actually alive as a human being. I have no idea... I forget how many years have passed in dLTD time *sobs*

Also! As for my "announcement", I just wanted to let you guys know that I don't check my messages on FF ever. If you want to send me a message, I recommend you send it on my Tumblr (username is also "hateweasel") or in a review. Neither of these require an account, fortunately, so you can just hit the button and send it.

The reason I do this is just because I've gotten some weird messages on here and I don't trust opening that shit half the time. Like, the weirdest messages I've ever gotten. I'm sorry for the inconvenience!

I should have said something sooner, because some of you guys have sent me stuff, but I'm like "Oh, I'll tell them in the next update" and then I FORGET. I'm sorry... I'm horrible...

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!