Chapter Two-Hundred and Sixty

Dominic opened the door to the Breakfast Clubhouse, glaring as his fiancée's father and cousin. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He growled, standing in their way when Leon tried to push inside.

"I'm here to see my daughter." Leon stated, shoving Dominic out of the way and walking into the living room where Jade was sitting with a bowl of rocky road ice cream resting on her pregnant belly and her feet propped up on the coffee table. "What the hell?" He grabbed her arm, causing the bowl to crash on the floor. "You're pregnant with his demon spawn?"

Jade tried to push him off of her, screaming when a tanned blur appeared and swept her father onto the floor. "John!" She cried, trying to pull him off of her father as he raised his fists. "Don't!"

John pushed away from Leon, growling at him as he and Dominic stood in a wall over Jade. "If you weren't in uniform, you'd be lunch meat." He grit his teeth, curling his lip as Leon looked at Jade behind the cousins.

"Either you abort the child, or I will." He snapped, stepping back when the taller kid stepped up to him.

"If you want to touch those kids, you'll have to kill me." Dominic held his hand out, stopping John in his tracks. "Those are my children, and I know damn well that I can get you canned for murder if you force her to abort."

Jessica rolled her eyes, taking the distraction that her uncle was causing to sneak up to John's bedroom. She pushed his door open, stepping inside and looking around for a spot to plant the bug. She paused when she saw his amp, taking the back off of the speaker and slipping the camera inside where she could see what was happening in his room. Next, she crawled under his bed, sticking the microphone inside of a rip in the bedspring's underside. "Perfect." She smiled, taking a second to look around his room for a trophy. She placed her hand on the t-shirt on top of his hamper, stepping outside of his room before anyone saw her inside.

Leon grabbed her wrist as she walked down the stairs, pulling her out of the house. "Come on Jessica, let's leave these devils to their hell."

John tossed and turned in his sleep, the sound of gunshots ringing in his head. "No…" He moaned, curling on his side and pulling his pillow close to his chest.

He watched in horror as Jacob held a gun to Claire's head, the sight of the fear in her eyes ripping his heart out with the shot.

"NO!" He screamed, bolting out of his dream with a start. He gasped for air, swallowing as he tried to regain his breath. "Claire!" He called for his Sweets, too afraid of finding her dead to go to her.

Claire pushed his door open, brushing her hair behind her ears as she sat beside him on his bed. "Bad dream?" She asked, slowly laying down beside him and wrapping her arms around his body.

He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as he buried his nose in her neck and breathed her scent. "They're getting worse…" He whispered, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't even look like himself anymore, his eyes were surrounded by dark circles, his lips scarred from his teeth, his skin dull and ashy, if it wasn't for his pulse people would have thought he was a zombie. "A lot worse."

She nodded, tucking his blankets around them both and locking her lips with him. "Tell me about it."