Play With Fire
This is a slight crossover with the LJ Smith "Nightworld" Universe and BtVS. I don't own Veronica Mars. The rules of the universe that I am using are included in the first chapter.
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Love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind...
And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong
Oh, oh
Walk on, walk on
What you got, they can't steal it
No, they can't even feel it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight
-U2 "Walk On"
Chapter Three:
Weevil's gang spread out, cutting off any escape route Logan might have used. However, Logan wasn't planning on running away. Logan was aching for a good fight, one where he could pour out all his anger and frustration. By this time, his eyes had a strange glint and as the gang members charged at him with their stakes raised he slipped into his game face.
Weevil watched as Logan completely devastated his gang. No one had been killed but a few had broken bones and at the very least two of them would have concussions from the force they had hit the street. He groaned in frustration as Logan knocked down another one. Sure, Logan was stronger but his boys were trained for this. He had underestimated his opponent; he hadn't realized that Logan had nothing left to lose. That made him even more dangerous.
Logan punched someone. He didn't care whom. The feeling of savage pleasure exhilarated him. He hadn't had a good fight in ages, and he didn't have to worry about holding back. He couldn't even feel his injuries anymore. Another one bites the dust, he thought ironically as he knocked the last of the bikers to the ground. He shook his head, slipping back into his normal form, as he regretfully as he returned to reality. He looked down, trying to gauge how hurt he was.
"We're not done yet." Weevil stepped out of the shadows.
"Is this your whole dog and pony show?" Logan mocked as he gestured to the groaning forms on the ground. "Because that was kind of pathetic."
"You killed Lilly. You don't deserve to live, if that's what you can call your existence."
"Wow, I'm so scared. What're you going to do, talk me to death?" Logan blinked in surprise when he saw a loaded crossbow suddenly appear in Weevil's hands. Weevil set the tip aflame and pointed it straight at Logan's heart. "Didn't your mother teach you not to play with matches? I suppose not, she probably took one look at you and ran away."
"At least my mom didn't have to kill herself to get away from me," Weevil angrily retorted. Logan growled but before either one could make a move a shrill noise cut through the night. Each boy automatically reached for his cell phones. Logan picked up his phone.
"Duncan, this is a really bad time. I'm about to be set on fire by a biker dude," Logan impatiently answered. "Wait, what happened with Veronica? What's wrong!"
Weevil glanced up in surprise as he heard Logan ask his friend about Veronica's welfare, as if he actually cared. He shook it off; he must have been hearing things. He continued to listen though, because he wouldn't be able to live with the guilt if he let someone from his world hurt her.
"You found what kind of videotapes? What about my dad and Lilly? No, he couldn't have. No, that's not true, it can't be true." Logan's legs gave out and he sank to the floor. By now some of Weevil's gang had recovered but Eli gestured to them to back off. Logan didn't speak for a minute, but then he recovered and shook his head. He stood up and resumed the conversation. "How long ago did Ronnie leave your house?" he asked in a deathly calm voice. "If you find them before I do make sure she's safe. You can use whatever force necessary against my father, but I want to be the one to kill him. I'll meet you there."
He angrily shut off his phone and turned to leave.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Weevil asked, blocking Logan's path to his car.
"Listen closely because I'm not going to repeat this. I didn't kill Lilly. Actually, you aren't far off; my dear dad is the real killer. However, Veronica is in trouble. You can come with or you can stop me, your choice. If she dies because I couldn't save her, I swear I'll kill you."
"I'll come with you, but if I find out that you're playing me, you'll be worse than dead. Oh, wait. You already are."
Logan frowned. "Look, I don't have time to fight with you. Veronica needs help."
"You're in love with her," Eli observed. He groaned in annoyance. He hated apologizing, especially to those he would normally consider monsters. Maybe Logan wasn't so bad after all. Maybe. "Ok, I'm sorry. Truce?" The two boys reluctantly shook hands.
"Let's go save Veronica Mars."
TBC
