This was nice, so soft..so fluffy it was hard not to curl up and snuggle. On the bed that is, after what happened on the road coming to a luxury hotel and high-end room was worth it. Even if it was from John's..boss or employer. Who set up the accommodations, it was all good. You couldn't stop curling up no matter how hard you tried, it was just so...nice.
With the hellhounds that attacked out of nowhere to nearly getting eaten by them, this was a nice change of pace. What was even better there was a mini-fridge, cable, and the works. You nearly forgot the reason for being here and the attack. But, you remembered it, on the highway in car. The backseat, locked in thanks to John, board and bummed out of your mind. Every so often listening to Chas and John talk, a few times it caught your attention, but other that not really. With nothing to do, it was decided by yourself you'd just...well wait it out. Laid down in the back, closed your eyes for just a moment, fell a cold demonic presence rushing towards the car. Instantly you sprang up, turned your head towards the back window and saw them..the hellhounds a pack racing towards you. Quickly you alerted John, he eventually saw them.
Before he could even react the hounds jumped the car, a few broke through the back window where you sat, snapping their sharp jaws at you. One managed to snag you by the collar, nearly pulled you out if Chas hadn't swerved hard, flung the hound off you. That didn't stop the others from snapping and gnarling, you managed to duck and avoid them. That didn't stop them from swiping their claws at you, more came tore at the car. Trying to run if off the highway, you fought back incinerating a few. One you just punched with fire, the rush was...thrilling you lavished in it...for a moment.
A moment something surged through you, you weren't sure what but it was like a river of wholesome and light. It whispered in your ear and next thing you knew...there came a blinding light. A blinding light that caused burned your hands. But, you managed to get rid of a few hounds, at least. Though left yourself unable to help with the remaining ones. John reached back and snatched you to the front with him, though it was crapped, he kept in his hold with one hand while the other held a pipe swung at the creatures. It did nothing. The hounds began climbing on the car, started to ripe at the roof. Chas was panicking while trying to keep an eye on the road, but it was pointless.
There was only way out, John saw it, told Chas to hit the breaks, he did as he was told. Hit the breaks hard at turn, swerved to the edge, tilting it halfway off the side of the cliff. It tottered for a moment and within that moment, Chas and John with you still being held, quickly scrambled out of the car before it fell completely off the side with hounds down below. Killing them.
Or so everyone thought, more came running moments after, twice more. John had grabbed and threw you on his back ran with Chas. You still were in no condition to do anything. Your hands still hurt, the sizzling had some what stopped. The hounds close on their heels, they could feel their flames. Despite your condition, you had held out a hand and tried to recite something...even tried to use your flames but..nothing came.
Nothing at all.
Even when you forced yourself, it some how backfired and pain shot up your arms like fire. You almost, let go of John. Who snapped at you to stop and let him handle it. Enough with the running, he stopped told Chas to take you, which he did. Standing his ground, John faced the heard of hounds while you weakly watched on...he recited a spell cast a wall of fire that formed into a holy angel guardian. Stopping the hounds from coming any further. It was only going to hold for so long, the flames started to settle after a seconds, John turned and started running. Chas followed with you still on his back. You lifted your head to see the flames lowering further and...something coming. It honked and drove up on the side of the wall, it was a car!
A car?
The driver came to the three of you and some how knew John or at least his name. It some sort of hipster driver, sunglasses and stripped tank top the works, he told everyone to get in. There was something odd about him...you weren't sure what it was but you felt it, as if you felt it before. Like that whisper. With no other choice as the wall of fire vanished, everyone piled in. Chas carefully put you in, hoped in the back with you, John took the front.
With everyone in the driver stepped on the gas and speed off, not a second to late either. The hounds got through and charged, they didn't get close and stopped. That's pretty much what happened, despite the shitty driving the driver was doing while arguing with John who demanded to know how the driver knew his name. All of that wasn't important, at least not to you...what you where more concerned about was the moment the three of you arrived to this awesome hotel was what the driver did. He took your hands in his, something snapped John's brows up, the driver held your hands for a second and they...glowed for a moment or maybe it was your eyes, but you saw something.
After that he let your hands go and you where snatched by the collar out the car by John, who had a hard deadly glare at the guy. Passed you on to Chas to take you inside, which he did. A few seconds after John came in and checked everyone in, headed to the room.
Where you were now, snuggled on the bed and in the sheets. Tired, surprisingly, it had to be the bed. Whatever the reason you started to feel your eyes start to close when your phone vibrated with a familiar toon. One you knew well, sat up, took your phone out and read the name. A warm smile and flush on your cheeks, it was Damian, about to answer it for John to take the phone and ignore the call for you.
You frown about to say something, he cut you taking your hands and observed them. "How do they feel?" he asked not looking at you.
"Fine."
He nodded. "Are you sure?" He studied them more. You nodded. He didn't seem to be sold. "Move your fingers," you do as he said. "Make a fist, but, don't punch me." You do that too, everything he told you to do, you did.
Everything was fine. Seeing that it was he gave you your hands back. It silent between you two, though you felt like John wanted to say something, the way the corner of his lips quivered and the frustrated sigh that slipped out.
Chas who was on the phone walked over. "Hey Vi, do you want something to eat?" He asked in a chipper tone, pushing away the heavy silence. You to him and his smile. "What do you like to eat? It's a hotel after all, can order anything you like, of course," he looked to John. "if it's alright with your dad."
John rolled his eyes and walked away, giving you back your phone. "I'm going out, stay with Chas." He told you and Chas.
"I'll go with you," you jump up ready.
John stopped. "No." He said sharp and hard. "You stay here with Chas," his voice returned back. "order whatever you like." With those words he left, leaving you and Chas.
It was like that for two days, John left you with Chas, he didn't take you with him and he wouldn't say why. But it was something, something deep...that left him edgy. It not prickly, it had to be you, because that was the only reason. If it was well, you some what apologized.
Sighing, stare at your dark soda swirl the ice cubes around watching the carbonated bubbles pop a bit. Staying in this hotel for two days wasn't ideal, not that you had a problem with Chas, he was great it was just...well...
"Violet," Chas interrupted your thoughts, you look up he stood over you with a smile. A friendly one.
You arched a brow. "Yes?"
He sat down across from you on the floor. Looked behind him out the window. "It's a nice day, do you want to go and do something?"
It was a nice day, you just weren't really in the mood for it, not when your mind still remained on John. Chas saw it, even if you tired to hide it. "Naw, I'm okay." You respond. Take a sip of soda.
"Are you sure?" He pushed leaning in a bit. "You've been inside for nearly two days straight, we can go do something. Like," he gave it a thought. "Go see a movie, take a nice stroll, eat some plac-"
You sigh. "It's okay, you don't have to list off the things you and your daughter would do." The words accidently slip out. Realizing what you said, snap your head up at him. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean...I..."
Sadness rushed Chas's face, filled his eyes. Made your stomach fall. He chuckled softly to the side. Scratched the back of his neck, looked away from you. "I-it's alright," he managed to force out. "I know you didn't." Took a breath turned to you. With half smile and slight shrug. His eyes still held their sadness and worry. It only made your stomach knot further. "It's true, those are things.."he swallowed his cracking voice. "I did with my Trish. We enjoyed doing them, every since she was little. Didn't mean to project that on you."
You tuck some hair behind your ear. "N-No, that's umm...okay. I'm..um..it..was.."you fiddle with your straw. Clear your throat. Search for the right words. "I just didn't want to..well..those are the things you and Trish do so, I just didn't want to...well impose on something special a father and daughter do."
Chas chuckled a bit, looked to you. "You're in no way imposing. I just thought I'd offer is all, you seem like you'd enjoy something like that. Doing fatherly daughterly things. Though I understand if you want to save that for John."
Your mind shot up for someone reason. "I don't think...well..." you start to scratch the back of your neck, giving what he said a thought. A small smile appeared, then fell. "I've done it before with my cousin, he would take me around and do things like that. So..." Shrug your shoulders. "it's alright."
"Well," Chas begins to counter. "it's a bit different with a father and daughter. When they're done they become precious memories and times that are cherished and make the father see just how important and how much they love their daughter. They'd do anything for them, anything to see their beautiful smile that will forever be engraved in minds. See how their daughter's eyes lite up, that will just melt your heart and soul."
He spoke beautifully, you almost became lost in his words. "Oh, well, that sounds nice. Trish is very lucky to have experienced that."
"You make is sound like you'll never experience it." Chas rose a brow to you. You shrugged. Taking a sip of soda. "Despite how John may seem, clearly you two are nearly the same," he muttered that part to the side. "I have a feeling he'd enjoy doing those things with you an-"
"Ice-cream." you said.
"What?"
You repeat. "Ice-cream." Meet his eyes. "I'd like to have...well..." your voice drops to the side. "I'd like to have ice-cream with..him. Sit on a park bench and have some. I've seen it in movies and television shows. The father and daughter would spend a day together end it with just sitting on a bench with ice-cream. That would be nice."
Chas was taken by this, he saw the yearning in your eyes. For a moment. "Well, that's sounds nice." Chas smiled. "I'm sure you'll do it."
"I hope so," you smile to yourself. "Even if...even if it was the last thing we did together. That would be nice. I can get some sort of understanding about my dad. Just us, nothing bad happening. Just the two of us."
There was more in your words, Chas noticed. "That's why you came isn't it?" He guessed, you nodded. He smirked to himself. Leaned back a bit. "You're like your ol'man in many ways. You both have such good hearts."
"Just no souls," you joke though it rang true.
Chas's smile fell slightly. "You're right on that."
Another hush of silence filled the room. You needed to ask, you wanted to..felt it building up inside. "Mr. Chas," your voice lowered a bit. The same with your eyes. "could you...possibly tell me...about New Castle?"
