*Warning! This Chapter contains extreme violence of a psychotic nature and is not for the faint of heart!*
Silver Speed
Well we tear through our first werewolf mission in Bangladesh easily enough. After all of our recon it is no problem to lead our team into the werewolf camp and exterminate them… the only issue? Their six strongest lieutenants aren't around at the time of the attack. They arrive home after we have given the rest of the team the all clear to head back through the portal to base while Seraphina and I begin cleaning up the area, disposing of the bodies by burning them except for the pack leader's head which is to be sent back to Father for his collection.
Just as we are burning the last few corpses, a male werewolf speaking Bengali rounds the corner and sees the carnage. He says something that roughly translates into 'we've been invaded!' and charges at us as the other five come running to see what's going on. Seraphina does not have her silver blade out and he charges her first. She has exactly enough time to rune herself invisible and sidesteps him as she disappears from his line of sight. So he charges at me instead.
I have no interest in becoming werewolf chow, so I slice his throat open with my silver dagger and throw his lifeless body in the path of the next wolf barreling toward me. He stumbles, catching his dead friend and it gives me a moment to dispatch the third. Meanwhile Seraphina has dispatched the other three and is just reappearing from her invisibility rune. She is holding the wolf that I tripped in her arms in what looks like a lovers embrace but she is actually just keeping him still while she cuts off his claws.
"What are you doing?" I ask her. "Torturing him for information or something?"
"No please! He doesn't know anything of value. I'm just taking spoils. I figured if I start collecting a bunch of claws to bronze, I can string them on a necklace and they'd look pretty cool! I also want to do the same thing with vampire fangs, except, I think those will look better as bracelets. I've been toying with the idea of starting a Clave fashion line, there are a ton of Downworlder spoils that can be recycled and made into other things! I think that gossamer faerie wings would make some kick ass shower curtains and the phrase 'warlock skin skirts' has a really nice ring to it. Especially, since they come in so many bright colours, although if I want to do stuff like that I will need to hook up with an excellent tanner and a seamstress as well." She grins.
"You do realize that he's still alive while you're taking his fingernails off, right? That's not a corpse you're playing with, it's still breathing." I prompt, hoping she has at least some semblance of remorse or something.
"Psh! Please! If you can call that breathing, I mean it sounds gasping erratically to me. Sheesh, you'd think for such big bad wolf boys they'd be able to stomach a bit more pain. It's kinda pathetic if you ask me. Anyway, is there anything you want before I burn him alive, Jon? His pants are kinda sweet looking, but I doubt they'd fit you, he's a little on the bulky side. Too many sheep I bet. Oh, there's a pile over there for you to look through of the stuff I took from the corpses I burned. What did you do with your pile? I really liked that bracelet on one of the she-wolves but I think she was one of the ones you burned." She says, like she's asking me where we should go for lunch.
"Umm… Sera? I don't take spoils." I say trying not to look as squeamish as I feel.
"What? Why not? They're ours for the taking, Jon! These mutts shouldn't even be permitted to have belongings. They aren't civilised. They're not even people!" She pouts as if my not taking spoils, is somehow offending her.
"Since when do you even take spoils? You didn't in New York." I remind her.
"Silly Jon, this is the first time our missions haven't been strictly time sensitive and that we haven't had the rest of our team with us. I hate to say it Jon but a lot of those guys are pansies. They just don't have what it takes for this line of work. You need to be able to revel in it. So… come and revel in it with me. We can sing campfire songs while we light him up and listen to him howl!" She laughs as if she seriously wants to do just that. If she were anyone other than Valentine Morgenstern's daughter, I would be having her committed for talking like that. Instead, I just have to remember, that crazy, comes with the inheritance.
And Sera will probably be running the whole fucking Clave one day and having everyone bowing down to her like some modern day goddess. She'll probably expect me to be the Ares to her Enyo. If Jace knows what's good for him, I hope he'll run in the opposite direction. After all, there's no reason we both need to go down in flames with her when she finally decides to light the match. Speaking of the match, I am interrupted from my depressing thoughts when I realize she's singing 'One Tin Solder' in front of the werewolf's funeral pyre, although he isn't quite dead yet. And then I see it.
"What. is. that. Sera?" I ask, knowing exactly what it is.
"A marshmallow Jon, do you want one?" She asks, as she thrusts the metal skewer deeper into the burning coals.
"Um, no, that's alright. No thanks. I'm good." I say, because I just lost my appetite.
When we come back through the Portal, most of our team have gone out to celebrate the success of the mission. I don't much feel like celebrating though until I see who is standing in the living room. Of course, after what happened the last time we thought he had popped in for a visit, the first thing I do is roll up his sleeve to make sure he still has his Parabatai rune. And yes, it's really him this time! We both run over to ambush him with hugs, talking a mile a minute.
He laughs at our eagerness and tries to get us to slow down so he can understand what we're saying. Eventually after Sera and I have talked his ears off, he begins to tell us about his trip to Idris, (which he is technically still on).
"So, let me get this straight, our parents and all of our friend's parents have been having sex with each other's spouses since they were teenagers? Did you ask them when the fuck do we get to start doing that with our own friends?" Sera asks because, of course she'd be looking for a way to profit from this, as with everything else.
"No, but I'm pretty sure that's why they just laughed it off about you and Jon. Why, Sera? Do you have the burning desire to go around fucking all the boys of The Circle?" He asks, always one for getting right to the point with her.
"Well, yeah if it is what is expected of us. And I mean, who's to say it has to be limited to just the boys, Jace?" She grins, obviously hatching a bunch of kinky ideas in her depraved little mind right now. I decide to put her in her place.
"Yes, well, you know if it works that way, then it works both ways, right? If you get to be promiscuous, then by all means so do Jace and I." I say, thinking that will shut her up.
"Okay, sweet deal!" She says, her face lighting up, "Do you think I can watch while you two double-team Isabelle maybe? That'd be hot!"
Some days… I wonder if my darling little Sister even has boundaries.