A/N: Sorry for the wait, enjoy! I don't own Gorillaz as usual. I do own Tasha, however, and JT and his gang...not that you'd care but still...

A Spiteful Unseen

I clapped a hand over my mouth quickly and JT stroked my shoulders. He pulled me back into his chest but all I could think of was those deep black pools of nothingness buried within that guy's face. No doubt I'd have nightmares. Imagine what it would be like if I had to deal with those. I suddenly felt guilty for reacting so violently and sheepishly turned back to face the singer. Once I got past his eyes he was actually pretty cute. His blue hair was a deep and all-encompassing color that looked natural and he was impossibly thin with a pair of dark jeans highwaters and a white sleeveless shirt. He was giving me a nervous smile and his dark eyes were quickly turning white.

"What are you doing in my grandfather's house?" I shakily stammered. In truth I was quite surprised I could come up with a question so logical in my current frenzied state.

The man who'd been playing my dad's old blue bass guitar gave me an incredulous look. He bore an uncanny resemblance to my father, but he looked older than my dad and more wrinkly, no offense. He took a few steps towards me and without warning, grabbed one of my ears.

"Ow, what do you think you're doing, you crazy man?" I protested furiously. This has to be Daddy's brother for sure.

"Yup, you're Hannibal's kid alright, what with those giant ears of yours" the man laughed. He had a dark and gravelly voice that made me shudder.

"So what are you all doing here?" I asked again with a bit of a snap; this guy really put me in a mood.

"We don't have anywhere else to go since we were run out of our quote un-quote, home, by a bunch of pirates" the blue-haired man muttered dismally. He then held his hand out to me.

"I'm 2D, by the way. Who are you to Murdoc, exactly?" he wanted to know. I shrugged my shoulders and glanced warily at my older relative.

"He's my uncle. So you guys are a band?" I smiled. It was much easier to talk to 2D than it was to talk to my uncle. And besides, he didn't seem like he was inclined to answer my questions at the moment since JT was busy trying to get his autograph.

"We were, but then we split up for a while. Murdoc, he...he's trying to put out another album or summfink" 2D wearily replied. I got the feeling he wasn't too enthusiastic about the whole situation.

"So you don't have any place to stay? Why don't you come stay with me and my daddy?" I offered sincerely.

"Well that's awful nice and all, but what's your dad going to say about that?" 2D asked worriedly. Murdoc clapped a hand on the poor guy's back roughly.

"Dents you're actually using your brain for once. There ain't no way in 'ell Hans is going to let us stay with him. Still though it was something warm and fuzzy that you care kid" Murdoc smirked.

"No, I'm sure once I explain the situation to him he'll understand, just come and see!" I was practically begging now.

JT laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist but I pretended this didn't make me feel uncomfortable because I really didn't want to offend him or make the moment awkward. He was having a good time with this and even openly admired 2D's sailing cap that was not unlike his own in a way. I smiled and leaned into the embrace. He wasn't doing anything wrong, just holding me, right?

Murdoc and the other young woman whose name I didn't know exchanged guarded looks. Finally the woman's ruby lips pursed and she eyed me up and down.

"Take us to your home, please. The worst that could happen is he could say no, right?" she asked with a twinge of cynicism I didn't understand.

"As bleedin' if" Murdoc proclaimed, "I'll be lucky if he doesn't mangle me on the spot"

"I don't think Daddy would do that" I said softly.

Murdoc scoffed and began packing up the instruments. "You don't know Daddy like I do, girl"

I decided I don't like this uncle of mine very much. True my dad has...issues, but don't we all? And my daddy certainly isn't the type of person Murdoc describes; at least I hope not. He did tell me he had a rough childhood.

We all piled into JT's car and he gave me a lopsided grin that I was beginning to love before kissing my cheek softly. He was getting more and more affectionate. If he tries any of that touchy feely stuff in front of my dad it won't bode well for either of us.

Thanks to JT's crazy driving we arrived at my house in a matter of seconds and both Noodle and I had to help 2D up; he had fallen on the floor somehow. The closer I got to the front door the more nervous I got.

With sweating palms I pulled out my key and turned to JT.

"See you tomorrow, JT" I smiled weakly. I think he got the message because he left with a tip of his hat and a knowing smirk.

"Yeah, see ya' round, rose" he called.

"...Okay. Just let me do the talking, alright? If I beg real well, he might let me have my way. At least that's how I got along so far" I admitted with a bit of shame. I didn't want to come off as spoiled, just wanted to state the simple facts.

"Whatever you say Hanni-Brat" Murdoc shrugged.

I crept into the house really slowly with the band on my heels and searched cautiously for my father. I got my grandpa instead.

"Oh, no, I thought you'd kicked the bucket by now" my uncle moaned to himself. As usual, though, my grandpa's keen ears caught on.

"Oh is that so?" he rasped. I didn't let the conversation escalate and tried to focus on locating my dad.

"Where's daddy? He's not down at that pub again, is he?" I worriedly inquired. I hated seeing my dad drink.

Grandpa took a seat on the leather couch and stretched his long legs out onto the coffee table, knocking down an astray in the process. In less than a second the carpet caught fire. I rushed to put it out.

"What is with you and fires, old man?" I griped.

He yanked on my hair lightly. "Don't be so cheeky, little girl. I have ways of making you pay, particularly involving a little talk to Hans about your recent late night out" he warned.

I paled considerably and turned to the Gorillaz. "Right. Well do you know where he is? I wanted to ask him a favor. You see they have nowhere to go and I was wondering if they could stay here-"

"No" I heard the curt reply from ahead of me. My dad stood leaning against the hallway doorframe a few feet away with a clean red shirt and leather pants. He looked like he had actually taken a bath this week.

"But daddy-"

"No." he repeated. He began to walk towards us and I braced myself. He didn't elaborate but kept his eyes trained on his brother and not me.

"They don't have anywhere to go. We have room here, I know we do. And if not, then she can have my room," I pointed to the young woman, " I can sleep with...I mean I can sleep in the room with grandpa if need be." I offered bravely.

My daddy gave me a soft smile. "I wouldn't subject you to that Tasha"

"Well can they stay?" I asked hopefully. He shook his head and I crossed my arms and stared down at my dark boat shoes.

"No. Maybe the young woman can stay, but I won't have two grown men living with my little girl. It's bad enough my father's here" he muttered that last part to himself.

"But Murdoc is your brother! You can't turn away your family can you?" I argued.

"You know what?," my dad sighed, "you're right. I...I can't go on holding a grudge against him. So I tell you what: you all can stay, but only for a while. Start looking for an apartment or something because this is only temporary"

I glanced behind me and saw Murdoc's eyes practically bulging out of his head. 2D was staring at his clasped hands and Noodle was giving my father a funny look. No one looked too thrilled so I began to wonder if I'd made the right choice after all.

"You, the blue-haired one" dad called to 2D.

"His name is 2D" I informed politely. Daddy shot me a confused glance but shrugged it off.

"Okay then...2D...you can have the other room downstairs and...what's your name miss?" dad asked.

"Noodle" she stated flatly.

"...O...Okay, well you can have the room upstairs with Tasha. And you..." he finally addressed my uncle.

"You can have the couch" he scowled. Murdoc grimaced but didn't complain.

"Neither of you are to go near my daughter. Stay out of my way and we won't have any problems" dad growled to Murdoc and 2D. He gave Noodle a sympathetic smile.

"I don't know how you put up with my sodding brother but more power to you" he huffed.

I gestured to 2D and Noodle and told them I'd show them to their rooms.

"So do you guys have any clothes or money or...anything?" I asked. They shook their heads and my heart went out to them. So they have nothing after all. Well I'd just have to fix that.

"I'm sure Daddy won't mind loaning me some money so that you can go shopping then" I nodded.

Noodle placed her hand on my arm haltingly. "No, please. We don't want to be too much of a burden"

"That's why I'm going to do the asking; he won't say no to me if I try hard enough" I assured them.

Noodle eyed 2D and upon his shrug she continued up the beige carpeted stairs behind me. I got to my room and fixed my bed up real neat for her. She sat on it slowly as if she might break it. I smiled widely to set her at ease and it worked.

"Okay, well, your room is downstairs 2D so you can just follow me" I grinned. I kept sneaking glances at him when I thought he wasn't looking and couldn't help but feel a bit shy around him. He was pretty cute. I led him down to the extra room that was meant to be a storage room but never got renovated. It still had some mattresses leaning on the wall and a t.v. and a wide window with dark curtains. I pulled the mattress down and got some blankets and sheets out of the hall closet. After he helped me fix it up real neat I made myself scarce.

"You'll be alright in here, right?" I checked with concern. I tried sleeping in here by myself once, at fourteen, and in the middle of the night I'd ran back upstairs and climbed into bed with my parents.

"Yeah, I'll be alright. Fank you...for all of 'fiss." he said quietly. With a smile I came over and gave him a quick hug.

"No problem. I mean, it wasn't anything big..." I stammered. I left before he could see how stupid I could really get when I was nervous.

When I got back upstairs to my room I saw that Noodle had taken one of the blankets from my bed and had curled up on the floor beside it. I shook my head and grabbed a pillow and blanket as well before lying on the floor next to her. She didn't stir and I figured she was probably tired. It seems like they've come a long way.

Murdoc found his father leaning on Tasha's doorframe with a deck of cards in his hand and a softened expression on his smirking face. There was something akin to affection in his father's eyes...could it be love? Funny he never looked at him or Hans that way.

"Didn't see you there, boy. How are you, then? How's that band of yours doing?" Jacob questioned lively. He had on another of his tailored suits and was barefoot.

Murdoc shrugged his shoulders and brushed past his father. He really didn't know how to handle all this right now. He had honestly thought his father had died and seeing him now in seemingly better health than most people his age was a bit of a shock.

Murdoc rolled his neck a few times around and wiped his sweaty hands on his dirt-caked jeans. He hadn't spoken to his older brother in years and now was as good a time as any to get reaquainted; at least he knew Hans was in a calm mood.

Hannibal was in his bedroom sitting on the large bed with his head in his hands and a cigartette between two slender fingers. Clad in nothing but his leather pants all his bodily tattoos were visible and he had loads of them. In his other hand was a small photo of a young girl.

"...What do you want?" Hannibal mumbled wearily. He hadn't moved an inch.

"Oh you know, this and that-"

"Murdoc, I know this is awkward and shit but I just want you to know that...I'm sorry for everything...in the past. I was a bastard then" he lamented.

"And you aren't one now?" Murdoc grinned lightly. He tried to pretend there was nothing weird about his brother's transformation.

"No. Not no more. Look" Hans sat up and urged Murdoc closer so that he could get a better look at the photo.

It was Tasha at the age of 6 or 7. Her large eyes widened in surprise and her lips were in the form of an 'o' and her hands were placed upon her hips. She wore a frilly yellow dress and a handbasket dangled on one of her wrists. It was very cutesy.

"That kid changed you?" Murdoc asked incredulously.

"Yeah. I was the one who really raised her since her...mother wasn't around much for some reason or the other. This little girl turned me right round and I've never been the same since she was born. If anything were to ever happen to her I don't know what I'd do. She's the only reason I haven't done away with myself." he confessed quietly.

"What?" Murdoc exclaimed. Now he definitely knew this wasn't the same brother he used to know, surely not he who once said suicide was for cowards?

"I didn't...you just don't know what it was like living with someone when I knew marrying them was a mistake in the first place. If it wasn't for Tasha I would have given up a long time ago." he sighed. Hannibal brought the cigarette to his lips and gave a short laugh.

"You know it's funny...seeing her grow up. She's not quite a woman but she's already so beautiful and that little sod I saw dropping you off, he was eyeing her up. Makes me sick. I don't want those dogs round her, you see, because I know what they want. Hell, I used to be one of them. So I want you and that blue-haired bloke to watch over her, yeah?" Hannibal asked.

Murdoc nodded slowly. "It's so strange hearing you talk like that. I never thought I'd see the day you ever changed."

Hannibal eyed his brother critically and scowled. "Oh and Murdoc? If you let anything happen to her, I'll murder you"

"Now where have I heard that before?" Murdoc muttered to himself.

"What?" Hannibal growled. He had risen from his seat and loomed a foot above him.

"Oh nothing. I'm off to the couch then" Murdoc laughed nervously.

Fresh from the pits of the now-ruined Kong Studios the dark entity passed from soul to soul wreaking havok upon the people of Essex and, having gone through them like water in a strainer, it finally arrived at its desired destination. From the window he could see the green-skinned bassist lounging on his brother's living room couch. It was a good time to strike but the entity chose to wait. There was suffering to be had, after all. The dark creature had to show this filthy mortal he couldn't go back on his word, not with it, at least. In good time it would exact its revenge but for now it needed a host.

After roaming through the house for a bit it noticed nothing suitable. It did see a couple of mortal young women that looked enticing but would not do. It specifically needed a male, and neither of the olive-skinned freaks would work either.

It left the house and tainted the air with its foul presence until it came to a halt at a convenience store not too far away. Inside a warm inviting soul beckoned to him; a long-dark-haired youth with a ridiculous cap on his head was fiddling with a pack of cigarettes.

"Sir," the cashier stated flatly, "You can't open those until after you pay for them"

"Huh? Right, right" JT nodded absently but by no means stopping in his actions.

The woman behind the counter sighed.

The entity made his move and entered the young man painfully and JT gave a howl before dropping to his knees and clawing at his hair and eyes.

"What...What the hell is this?" he cried. He kept scratching at his eyes, not noticing how his nails had sharpened and now drew blood from his sockets. He pleaded with the flabbergasted cashier for help but recieved none.

"Leave me alone!" he screamed because there was another voice in his head now, and he didn't like it at all. It scared him and he had a feeling that whatever it was had to be the cause of all this pain.

Within seconds his bloody sockets had healed and in place of his soft grey eyes there were now two shining violet orbs. His teeth had sharpened a bit and his hair was thicker and more wavy than it used to be. He had changed in personality as well, but he wouldn't notice it yet.

"What...the hell...was that" he rasped to himself, or at least he thought he was alone.

Your transformation, boy. You're a strong mortal, you'll do quite well in aiding me.

"Why don't you get out of my head, eh? Leave me alone! And what do you mean my 'transformation'?" JT frowned. He ran his tongue experimentally over his new teeth.

You are no longer fully mortal. You have been gifted with my power since I am now a part of you for the time being.

"Power? Like super strength or laser eyes?" JT seemed to ask eagerly.

...something of that nature, yes. It's imperative that you do as I say, exactly as I say or else you'll have a little repeat of what happened earlier, the entity warned. JT shuddered in fright.

"What do you want from me?"

I'll let you know. For now, go on and live your little life as if I wasn't here. But don't do anything reckless. If you die, I'll move on but I can't say the same for you, boy.

"I think I get the message. But how do you expect me to live on all normal-like with somebody else in my head? What are you, anyway?" he wanted to know.

The less you know about me boy, the better. But if you must know, I'm a Prince. You needn't know of where I'm from or anything. I've come to this realm to avenge my father's honor, for he was robbed by a mortal. They held a bet and the filthy scum didn't pay up so now I have to collect pennance and you're going to help me, understand?

"Are these things permanent?" JT asked in reference to his teeth. He was checking them out in the store's security camera.

Did you hear anything I even said you simpering fool? Maybe I should've chosen a different host.

"I heard you. You said you're a Prince of Hell, right?"

I didn't say that!

"Well you must have thought it aloud or something. Maybe we can hear each other's thoughts or something, but you're not really real, are you? So your thoughts are all you have. Does that make sense?" JT rambled, dusting himself off.

This might be harder than I thought, the spirit thought darkly.

As the youth left the store a pack of cigarettes lay forgotten in the middle of the floor.

A/N: Alright, next chapter will be about the band. Tell me what you think so far please