~Breathing Angel Style~

By: Aerys Krystie.

oOo

Jackson sighed and closed his eyes, resting his cheek on the page he was just reading. For the last five hours, he had been in the basement. He tried to find something that could help them, but there was nothing, it seemed. There was nothing in English, Welsh, Egyptian, Greek, Indonesian, Australian, Russian, Japanese, Chinese, Italian, Spanish or Korean lore about something that used enchanted sticks with a prayer to Gaia.

He pulled his head up and stared at the words on the old parchment. He couldn't believe the collection that the Hales had when it came to their books. When he was certain he had been through all of them, he found another shelf load that held the promise of new information. He created a watch and checked the time. Oh. It had been much longer than five hours. That would explain why everyone was asleep.

Jackson closed the book and turned off the lamp. He made his way upstairs to the kitchen, where he poured a glass of milk. He drank it and walked past the living room, pausing when he saw Derek doing chin-ups on the frame. He knew he should just continue walking and pretend he never saw it, but there was something about the way his back sweated and the way his muscles moved that had Jackson transfixed like a cat on a laser pointer.

Derek stopped and dropped, turning to glare at Jackson. "What?"

Jackson shook his head, raising his shields to keep Derek out of his mind. "Nothing. I – Nothing." He turned towards the stairs. "I almost mistook your for a wolf-shifter, instead of a bitch."

The front door opened and Jackson was thrown out it. He landed on his feet, glaring at Derek as he walked out. He tried not to think how goddamn sexy Derek looked as he prowled down the stairs, eyes fixed and intent on his prey. On the last step, Derek shifted in his wolf form and Jackson followed suit. If he wanted a fight, he was going to get one. Jackson had learned a lot after spending two and a half years at the bottom of the pack.

Jackson knew how to have this fight over in less than a minute, if Derek played along. They circled, snarling and growling quietly. They didn't want everyone to wake up because of what they were doing. It was natural for them to assert their dominance over the other. Jackson had been a wolf-shifter a whole week longer than Derek, which made him the alpha between them by default. However, Derek would never submit to someone like Jackson and the snow wolf knew that.

Derek snapped at him and Jackson went for a front leg. Derek's teeth clamped around his scruff and threw him to the side. Jackson bit back a yelp and got to his feet, not caring that his blood was sprayed across the leaves. He was used to bleeding for and because of Derek. The earth wolf bit his ribs and Jackson swung his head around, sinking his teeth into the side of Derek's neck and throwing him to the side.

Derek was up in an instant, lunging for Jackson again. He caught Jackson's front paw and Jackson couldn't stop the yelp that left his jaws. His head pulled back and Derek's jaws wrapped around his throat. His good paw came up and he scratched Derek's eye, which earned him a snarl of pain and the pressure removed. He pulled back slightly, but Derek went in for his throat again. Jackson whimpered as he thrown to the ground and Derek growled for him to submit.

Jackson struggled against the hold, but Derek bit down harder, bruising and puncturing the skin. Unable to do anything, Jackson just froze and tilted his head back. He did so just in time for Scott to run outside and stare at them. He held a hand up to his nose as their blood hit him like a truck and Jackson waited for him to scold them, while he waited for Derek to release him.

Instead, Derek clamped down harder and Jackson yelped. Derek wasn't paying attention to him, though. He was glaring at Scott and Scott's eyes turned red. Derek finally removed his jaws from Jackson's throat, blood dripping from his teeth. He snarled at Scott, daring him to fight him. Scott, being a typical alpha, accepted the challenge. He calmly walked up to Derek and went full alpha on the wolf-shifter.

Scott was surprisingly fast. Derek's fur was literally flying as Scott clawed at him and eventually forced him into submission. When Derek stopped fighting, Scott pulled back. Jackson got to his feet and limped into the trees, wanting to die alone. That wasn't an option as Scott picked him up and took him back to the house, upstairs to the bedroom he had claimed when he was staying there.

"I need you to shift into a human, Jax. I need to see what the damage is."

Jackson whimpered, but did as he was ordered. He knew it felt terrible and he could guess that it looked just as bad from the expression that crossed Scott's face. He tilted his head back when Scott leaned down and started to lick the wounds on his throat. He closed his eyes as he felt the holes closing and healing, placing a hand on Scott's head.

Scott growled softly, moving to the other side and crawling on top of Jackson. Their hips met and Jackson gasped, rocking against the alpha. He ignored the pain in his right wrist as his hands slid down Scott's back and gripped his hips. Scott didn't stop licking as his hips rocked against Jackson's, their hard cocks rubbing together.

Jackson inhaled Scott's scent and froze. He wasn't the same as Derek. Jackson had always loved the scent that surrounded Derek, but Scott just didn't compare. Scott raised his head and Jackson shook his, hoping that Scott wasn't be disappointed. Scott nodded and pulled back, sitting on the edge of the bed as he ran his hands through his hair.

"Don't feel bad, McCall. If I know for a fact that he won't have me, at least I know you will." Jackson stood and went into the bathroom, flicking on the lights. He looked at the bite mark on his ribs, just inches above where Derek had bitten him to make him a werewolf. He knew that he had a bite mark at the base of his neck, which was going to be fun to patch up. Scott had left the bedroom and Jackson really didn't want to be around him.

He ran a hand over his naked torso and the wounds were patched up. He glanced at the door to Derek's room. His eyes returned to his reflection and he saw that the punctures were gone, but the dark bruises were still forming. He looked at his wrist and sighed, changing his jeans into shorts and putting runners on. He went downstairs and out the door, deciding it was time to run off his sexual frustration.

Jackson had only gotten a few miles in before he realized that the bruising wasn't just on the outside of his throat. He groaned as he slowed to a stop. He rested against a tree and coughed, trying to ignore the throbbing coming from his throat. Either way, it worked with removing his frustration at not being able to bone Scott and the fact that Derek didn't want anything from him.

He sighed and kicked the tree he was leaning against. He was tired of never getting what he wanted. He had wanted to be a werewolf, instead he became the kanima. He shook his head. He was more mature now. He wasn't going to cry over his past mistakes and he sure as hell wasn't going to let Derek think he would wait for him forever. He figured that was a given, since he left for three years.

Pushing away from the tree, Jackson made his way back to the house at a steady jog. He went up the stairs and ended up coughing quietly, before he headed straight for the kitchen. He got a glass of water, frowning when something didn't seem right. His back went rigid as something passed by him and he spun around, staring at the darkness that was behind him. He flicked his hand and the lights turned on, since he was one of those people that never understood why they didn't do that in the horror movies.

He checked around the kitchen. There wasn't a scent of anyone being in there recently and he shrugged, drank the water and rinsed out the glass. He looked out the window and frowned when he saw two glowing red eyes in the trees. He figured it was Scott out for a run and ignored it, heading upstairs after he turned off the lights. He paused at his door, glancing at Derek's and tilting his head. He wondered how the earth wolf would react if Jackson walked into his room.

Touching his throat, Jackson decided he didn't want to chance it. He removed the bandages on his wrist, back and ribs. He knew that it was going to take them a while to heal. Receiving a wound from another wolf-shifter always took extra time. It was like receiving a wound from an alpha, when Derek used to kick his ass as a werewolf.

He looked at the bite on his ribs, wondering if he should actually stitch that. It was long and ragged, but it would leave a hell of a scar on him if he let it heal like that. Of course, he didn't want to explain to anyone how he got that scar, especially since Derek would probably take great pleasure in reminding him of it. Jackson sighed and went into the bathroom, grabbing the needle and thread that was waiting for him.

Basically closing his eyes and thinking of London, Jackson managed to stitch the wound shut. He slapped a patch over it, the same with the other wounds. He wandered back into his bedroom and fell onto his bed, cuddling a pillow. He was already missing being in a shifter pack. They all slept together. Even Jackson was allowed to snuggle in for warmth and comfort. He knew that Isaac and Allison were sharing a bed, which wouldn't end well for him if slipped between them.

Derek was out of the question. Jackson got the feeling he would wake up with his throat ripped out. Malia and Liam were too new for him to randomly walk up to cuddle with. Stiles was an option, but the human would probably freak out to find Jackson in his bed. Sitting up, Jackson glanced at his bedroom door. Scott wasn't thinking with his upstairs head, but he wouldn't freak out if Jackson showed up in his room.

Maybe it wouldn't be so weird if he was in his animal form. Shaking his head, Jackson stood and left his room. He followed his nose to Scott's room and invited himself in. Scott groaned as his door opened. Jackson closed it quietly and went up to the bed. He gazed down at the alpha. Scott opened his eyes, blinking sleepily.

"Is something wrong?"

Jackson shook his head and lied on top of the covers. "I can't sleep alone and I figured you were the least likely to freak out or kill me," he explained as he rested his head on the pillow. "I just need a cool – or in this case, warm – body beside me. It's a bitch of a habit to break after three years."

Scott smiled and directed Jackson's head to his chest. "The alpha welcomes all to his bed," he murmured and stroked Jackson's hair gently. "I'm a cuddler, by the way. So don't freak out if you wake up and find me holding you."

"That's fine with me," Jackson muttered and closed his eyes, listening to Scott's heartbeat. He chuckled for a moment. "I never thought I would be seeking comfort from you."

"Just be grateful that it's me and not someone else. Goodnight, Jackson."

"G'night, Scott."

oOo

Jackson woke slightly when someone moved in the bed. He moaned quietly and pulled the body closer, refusing to let it go. He heard a chuckle, but he still refused to relinquish his hold on the warm body, nuzzling into the throat. He inhaled deeply and instantly recognized it as Derek's scent. He opened his eyes and was greeted by the swirling blue and green eyes of the earth wolf.

A lazy smile fell onto Jackson's face, until he remembered that he had wandered into Scott's bed last night. He jerked back, not caring that it was completely ungraceful or that he was running away like a woman in a bad comedy movie. He stared at Derek and then looked around the room. He was definitely in Derek's room and he was almost certain that he wasn't a sleepwalker. He made sure he still had his running pants on and sighed with relief.

He got to his feet and ran for the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know what was going on, but decided it was time he was chained down to his bed or Scott's bed. He really didn't care whose bed it was, as long as he was chained down and he wasn't going to end up some place strange. He showered quickly, scrubbing Derek's scent from his body and stepped out. He waved a hand over his body, dried and dressed in an instant.

Jackson jogged downstairs, greeting everyone that was in the kitchen. He made a cup of peppermint tea and sat beside Malia, grabbing a poppy seed bagel. He cut it in half, glancing at the newspaper that someone had bought, likely when they went for a bagel run. He saw that there had been a murder in town. It was an elderly man that was killed in what they assumed was a break in. Jackson slathered cream cheese onto the bagel.

Malia glanced at him and smirked. "You still smell like him, by the way," she said with a teasing edge. "He doesn't smell that bad on you."

"Not you, too! What is that, part of your initiation to join the pack, McCall?" Jackson glared at the alpha, but it lacked its usual bite.

Scott grinned from the sink. "The longer you two deny it, the worse it's gonna get. I'm sorry, man. What did you think was gonna happen you wandered into his room last night?"

Jackson frowned and took a bite of his bagel. He swallowed and turned around to straddle the chair. "I thought I was in your bed last night?"

Malia snickered and Jackson shot her a warning glare. She swallowed her laughter. Scott nodded. "You were, for like an hour. Then you slipped out and went into Derek's room. I guess you prefer your own kind over me." He shrugged.

Jackson sighed and turned around on the chair. He finished his bagel and tea. He said he was going for his morning run, if he could. He changed his outfit with a wave of his hand and went to the front porch, stretching. He managed to push himself further than he did the previous night, grinning at Isaac and Allison when they passed him.

Even though nothing had happened to the previous pair, Jackson kept his senses alert. He didn't want to be caught off guard, especially since he submitted to Derek. He groaned and shook his head, pushing his legs to go faster and ignoring the burning in his throat. He got to the clearing that appeared three years ago and removed the bottle of water that was strapped to his leg. He sucked in a mouthful as he walked to the center point of the clearing.

He looked around and saw that all the trees were uprooted in a three-hundred-yard radius. He figured it was either Vincent or Tsuki that had created the clearing. He didn't think that either of them were that angry when they were there, but he spent a lot of time asleep, as well. He swallowed another mouthful of water, reattached it to his leg and headed back to the house. He passed Liam and Malia on their way and nodded at them.

When he got back, he ran straight to the kitchen and found a glass of orange juice waiting for him, along with Derek. Jackson hesitated with the juice, but Derek rolled his eyes and told him to drink it. Jackson did so and removed the water bottle from his leg. He finished the juice, placing the glass in the sink and went upstairs without another glance at Derek. He knew it was a childish thing to do, but he really didn't take kindly to having his ass handed to him on a near silver platter.

Jackson went to the bathroom and pulled off the tank top he wore. He removed the patch at the base of his neck and checked the wounds. They didn't look or smell infected, so he took that as a good sign. He looked at his bite on his ribs and saw that he did a decent job with the stitches. His wrist was healing nicely, but it would still be sore in his wolf form and he would have a limp.

He sat on the toilet and ran his hands through his hair. Derek hadn't glared at him when he entered the kitchen. In fact, he didn't seem all that bothered by Jackson's presence. Maybe all they needed was a decent fight to let out all their anger towards the other. He sighed and tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling. He left the bathroom and went to his bedroom, still staring at the ceiling. He tilted his head and waved his hand over it, grinning as the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel appeared on his.

"Eat your heart out, Michelangelo."

"You've gotten a lot better," Isaac stated from the doorway. He stared at the ceiling. "I remember when you hard time trying to clean up the feathers after our pillow fight."

Jackson looked at him and stuck out his tongue. "I'd only been a shifter for like two days when that happened. I think I did pretty good, all things considered. I did manage to clean up the feathers before Derek saw them."

Isaac leveled his eyes to Jackson's, all serious. "How long are you back for, Jackson? I don't think any of us could handle you leaving again, especially Derek."

Jackson lowered his eyes. He completely understood why all of them were on edge about him leaving, since he took off without a word to any of them. He had a decent friendship with Isaac before that happened, as well. He didn't know if he would be leaving again, but he really hoped that he could stay for as long as they would have him.

"I don't plan on leaving again, unless I'm forced out." He glanced up and saw that Isaac was smiling. The werewolf stepped forward and hugged Jackson tightly.

"Welcome home, brother."

Jackson couldn't keep the grin from his face as he returned the hug, holding onto Isaac perhaps a little too tightly. Allison cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow when they broke apart. "Derek and Scott are yours. Isaac, however, is not. He's mine. All mine."

Despite being a wolf-shifter and being immortal, Jackson swallowed and stepped away from the werewolf, fear coursing through him at the look in Allison's eyes. The only time he ever felt threatened was when an alpha was getting in his face, especially recently. He cleared his throat and nodded, deciding it was easier to just agree with her.

Isaac walked out, explaining the situation to Allison. Jackson flopped to the floor and placed his hands behind head, staring at the mural on his ceiling. He had only been to Rome once, but the Sistine Chapel had always stuck in his head. He blinked when another head rested beside his and he looked at Liam. The werewolf was staring at the ceiling, an expression of mildly impressed on his face. Jackson rolled his eyes.

He didn't say anything, though. He just returned his eyes to the ceiling and got lost in the art, wondering what it must have been like for Michelangelo. He had to remain on his back for so long to paint it. Yet nothing looked rushed. All of it was painted with love and precision. Jackson heard Malia join him and Liam, also looking at the ceiling. A few minutes later, Scott was with them. Stiles wasn't far behind him.

"Did you hear about the murder?" Stiles asked absently and the others murmured their acknowledgment. "Dad doesn't think it was because of a BnE. He said the body looked like it was mauled by an animal. He wanted to know what all you were doing last night."

"Of course not," Jackson mumbled and stretched his legs. "It was probably whatever the hell I brought to town."

"We don't blame you, Jax," Scott stated and turned his head towards the shifter. "You wanted to be somewhere safe and here is safe, even with that thing out there. Did you tell your dad that all of us were here?" When Stiles nodded, Scott moved back to the thing that Jackson had likely brought to the town. "Do we have any idea what it is, by the way?"

Jackson tensed slightly. He forgot that there was something he was meant to be doing. He dragged his body to his feet and said he would continue to look for it. Knowing his luck, Derek was probably already down in the basement carrying on from yesterday. Jackson was slightly surprised to see the basement empty. He took his position at the desk and looked at the book that was still open. He pursed his lips and went through his notes from yesterday.

"My god! What was I on when I wrote this?" He tried tilting the notepad to see if that made his writing anymore legible. He sighed and threw it to the table.

Jackson had no idea how long he was down there for when the door opened and Derek came in. He simply announced that lunch was ready and Jackson remembered Scott's rules. He gave serious consideration to what would happen if he ignored the lunch call and continued to study. He figured that a dead body was more important that getting some food. If all else failed, he could create something to eat and waved Derek off, saying he would eat later.

He tensed when he felt the warmth of the earth wolf behind him. "Jackson," Derek growled and Jackson glared at him. "One of the rules is that you eat when we do. If I have to drag you up there, I will."

Jackson sighed and stood. He turned around and shoved Derek back. "Fine," he hissed as he stepped around the other shifter and went upstairs.

He sat between Stiles and Liam, frowning at the platter of cold meats in front of him. He looked up and down the table for the fresh fruit he assumed would accompany the meat. When there was nothing, he narrowed his eyes and ate the bread. When his energy was up a little more, he waved his hand over his plate and grinned at the fruit. He slapped away the hands of Stiles and Liam, especially when they went after the watermelon.

With a wave of his hand, fresh fruit appeared in the center of the table. While everyone was enjoying it, it honestly didn't take long for a small fight to break out with the grapes. It didn't help that Scott was the one to instigate the fight. They laughed and soon all the fruits were being thrown. Watermelon and kiwi fruit splattered on the walls and Jackson bit his lower lip, hoping he wouldn't get the blame for that. It was easy enough for a shifter to clean, anyway.

Allison was warning anyone that even thought of taking aim at her. She stood and excused herself, leaving the rest to basically tackle someone and shove their face into some kind of fruit. Jackson cried out as Scott got him around the waist. He laughed when Derek took him out and crammed a watermelon on his head. Scott ripped the fruit apart, grinning as the juice ran down his face. Somehow, all of them managed to turn twelve again.

Jackson leaned over to Scott and licked his cheek, smirking. "The watermelon is good this year," he said simply and stood, slapping away a kiwi fruit that was thrown at him by Malia. "Hey!" He struggled against Derek, as the shifter held his arms above his head. "What are you doing?"

"Have your way with him," Derek ordered and the table was covered with an assortment of pies and cakes.

Jackson's eyes widened. "Hey, come on, guys. You don't have to do this. Think of what a waste it'll be to all those delicious pies and cakes."

It wasn't working. All of them had a purely evil grin on their faces as they picked up one of the desserts and hurled it at him. Jackson wanted to run away, but Derek had an iron grip on him and he was forced to stand there, accepting everything that was thrown at him. He had no idea why he was being blamed for starting the fruit fight, when it was Scott who threw the first grape.

He licked the lemon meringue from his lips and raised his eyebrows. That was surprisingly really nice. He was expecting it to be bitter. Once everyone had thrown something twice, Derek lowered Jackson's arms and licked the medley off his cheek. The others laughed, even going as far to take out their phones to snap pictures.

Jackson's eyes widened. He pulled an arm free and elbowed Derek in the ribs. He turned around and gazed at the earth wolf coldly. His eyes went white as all the cake and pie on him was removed and splattered onto Derek. Jackson smirked and tilted his head, holding his chin as though he was giving serious consideration to how Derek looked.

"I don't think the blueberry pie is your color," he stated and stepped back, letting the others snap pictures of Derek.

"You will regret this," Derek warned playfully and Jackson shrugged, as if asking: 'what's the worst you could do?' Derek grinned. "I could tell them about a certain dream you had last night."

Jackson's eyes widened and all mirth dropped from his face. "Don't. That's not fair."

Derek flicked his hands and the mess on him disappeared. Everyone found something to do, even Scott. They ran out of the dining room as Jackson and Derek gazed at each other. Showers were turned on and Jackson turned his back to Derek, heading for the basement. He had no idea why Derek had to ruin a good time.

Jackson. The snow wolf paused and looked over his shoulder. He stared at Derek, looking into those battling eyes and found the urge to kiss the other shifter was nearly impossible to suppress. I'm sorry. Jackson shook his head and left the dining room. He went into the basement and picked up the book he was going through when lunch happened.

He sighed as he couldn't focus on the words. He looked at his wrists, which Derek had held to keep him prisoner. He tried not to think about the dream that had come to him. Surrounded by Derek's scent was the reason behind it, he was sure. He closed his eyes and let his forehead drop to the desk with a thud. He had been having sexual dreams about Derek on and off for the last three years.

A shiver ran down his spine and he raised his head. Now was not the time to be thinking about how good Derek had looked above him, sweating and panting, with his intense gaze. He scolded himself and pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. There was something out there murdering people and it was his job to find out what it was. He had no idea how successful he was going to be, considering there seemed to be nothing out there on the creature, but he wouldn't rest until he found it.

oOo

Jackson jolted awake when someone touched his shoulder. He pulled his head up and wiped the trail of drool that was falling from the corner of his mouth. He cleared his throat and gazed at Stiles. The human was trying to keep a straight face, but eventually lost whatever control he had. He laughed heartily as he gazed at Jackson.

The shifter frowned and wiped at his mouth. There was nothing there and he had no idea what had Stiles in a fit. He shrugged and sat back, waiting for the human to calm down. It happened, five minutes later. With a few deep breaths, Stiles told Jackson that dinner was ready and Jackson nodded, standing. He glanced at the book he had drooled on and decided to leave it open, hoping the pages would dry and not stick together.

They went upstairs, to the dining room. Everyone turned to stare at Jackson and he cocked an eyebrow. Malia finally told him that he had words on his cheeks and lips. Jackson closed his eyes and glared at Stiles, blaming the human entirely for it. Stiles just grinned and sat down, shrugging as Jackson excused himself. He went to a bathroom and saw that most of the words from the page were printed on his skin. It wouldn't have been so bad, if he wasn't so damn pale.

He washed his face and ran back to the dining room, sitting between Liam and Malia. He went for the vegetables when Malia mentioned that the venison was really good. He froze and stared at her as though she had grown a second head. He honestly thought that everyone in the house knew he was a vegetarian. She gazed right back, her eyes large and innocent. She had no idea.

Jackson cleared his throat and shook his head, thanking her for the information. Stiles explained that Jackson had been vegetarian for quite some time. Malia nodded slowly and apologized. Jackson smiled at her and thanked Stiles with a glance. When did you go vegetarian? Derek inquired and Jackson kept his eyes on his place.

He ate slowly, trying to decide it would be best to lie or tell the truth. Derek would probably know if he was lying, especially now that his senses were even more heightened than they were as a werewolf. He decided the truth was always a good option. When I woke up as a werewolf. I couldn't handle the idea of being responsible for spilling more blood, he answered and frowned when he felt warmth wrap around him. Derek was really good at projecting. He also got the feeling that it was Derek's way of apologizing for not noticing earlier. Don't apologize. You had no way of knowing.

I was your alpha. I should have noticed the change in your diet. Why did you keep it a secret? Jackson chanced a glance at Derek. He had his eyes on his food, looking up at Scott every so often. Jackson finished his meal and stood, excusing himself and going back to the basement. The topic of my diet never came up. He moved the book he was sleeping on to the side.

Jackson touched the bruises on his throat. He was actually surprised that no one had mentioned them and slipped into their minds. All of them figured it was from rough sex with Derek. Jackson inhaled deeply, forcing back a scream of rage at the collective idea. By the time Stiles came downstairs, Jackson managed to get himself in a really foul mood, especially when Stiles noticed.

"Whoa. I think you need to get laid again, man," the human muttered and sat down at his laptop.

Jackson appeared behind Stiles and slammed his forehead onto the computer and then returned to his chair. Stiles cried out and rubbed his head, looking around. He stared at Jackson. Upon feeling the eyes on him, Jackson turned around and gazed at Stiles with innocent and inquisitive eyes. The human shook his head and said he probably did himself without realizing it.

The front door opened and Jackson got to his feet, inhaling the reptilian scent of an old friend. A grin broke out of his face and he ran up to the front foyer. Vincent Aelioseus stood there, not looking happy about something. The dragon-shifter's eyes dropped to the floor and Jackson followed his gaze. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary upon first glance. When looked harder, his eyes widened and he stepped back, holding his hands up.

"I just got here yesterday," he defended. "I always wipe my feet before I enter."

Vincent smiled and ruffled Jackson's hair. "I know. I housetrained you. The others, however, leave a lot to be desired." He curled his tongue and whistled. Jackson winced at the pitch. It did the trick, though. Everyone massed in the front foyer. "What the fuck happened to my house?"

End Chapter II.

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