Chapter 2: Coco Moo
Dyson was exhausted. A lot of energy was taken from him this evening. Nothing hurt or itched, he was just tired. A bit slower than usual he got up from the couch, yawning and stretching in the process. He peeked in his bedroom. The two girls were fast asleep and ok as far as he could see. It was all still a miracle how the blonde had survived.
She had looked so fragile in his arms. Fragile, but not weak. A weak person would have already been dead. Heck, every human he knew wouldn't survive that. She was a fighter, a healer. His gut told him to save her, that she was special, but how?
He awkwardly cupped her cheek with his big hand, his thumb softly stroking the bruised cheek.
"You better keep on fighting, girl" he mumbled, his face getting softer than he ever allowed it to be. His rough exterior seem to falter. Ivy clung at his legs, begging him to do something. He looked down at her. Her eyes startled him. They were glowing in a soft baby blue. Calmness flooded through his body. Who were those kids? Why didn't anyone know about them? Were they hidden? The urge to protect those two got stronger. He wasn't sure if this was because of Ivy's energy or his own impulse.
Tears started forming in his eyes. What was that girl doing? He never cried. He wasn't known to be empathetic. A strong willed, cold warrior, not a cry baby. Damn powers. He would have been scared if it weren't those were still kids.
He leaned down and touched the blonds forehead with his. It was the way the adults calmed down the cubs in the clan. He remembered his mother doing it whenever he was hurt. It was naturally for him to do this.
"You are no weakling, now live" he growled.
His eyes widened when the blondes whole body started to glow gold. Pure bliss and happiness filled his brain. He felt his life energy being pulled from him, but somehow he didn't care...
He brought the girls home. It wasn't really home for him, only a place were he slept. His home was outside the cities and town in the scottish woods. Or in the nature at all. The only place where he could truly be himself.
He looked at his bloodstained shirt and sighed. It was a reminder of this evening. He took a sniff and wrinkled his nose. Without thinking he took it off and threw it into the trash can keeping the bloodied clothes of the blonde company.
He had to get her out of the ruined clothes before he could put her into bed. The detective wasn't sure how. He couldn't just undress the girl, that would be inappropriate and was against everything he stood for. A sigh escaped his lips. His eyes fell on Ivy who clung at the blondes arm whispering calming words into the other girls ear. No he couldn't ask the brunette to do that.
He decided to call Rena a fellow officer and only other Fae in the area. She had the nightshift and must be somewhere in the neighborhood. It didn't take her long for her to come.
The redheaded officer grinned when she saw Dyson opening the door. It was the first time they saw each other after their shared late night activities just 24 hours ago and it was awkward. He tried to play it down, being professional.
"Hey Rena. Um... Glad you could make it..." he stared at his feet. This was not the time to sink in the ocean blue eyes of the redhead. He had to concentrate on the important things on the traumatized and hurt children not his overly active libido. It wasn't helping that Rena leaned in whispering in his ear.
"What happened?" she hushed.
Oh god she smelled so good. Focus...Inaproriate...Focus.
"A feeding went wrong..." so he started retelling his evening. He didn't know why he was being very vague explaining things to Rena, but he wasn't sure if he could trust her. His gut was telling him that those girls were part of something bigger and that he had to protect them no matter what.
"Poor girls. Even humans don't deserve something like that... What do you plan to do with them?"
He scratched his beard unsure. His focus was on getting those two into safety and finding out where their powers were coming from. He had already called the one who was responsible for sending him here. He was sure he knew something the detective didn't or he could at least tell what was going on with the children being one of the most knowledgable man in supernatural occurences he knew. But he couldn't tell Rena about that, so he decided to keep it simple.
"Well at first I would like you to change the girls clothes. She can't stay in that... that rug. I've put a shirt and some boxers in the bedroom. Not perfect but better than the alternative. Clean the blood up, will you?"
"Aye Aye Captain" she saluted mockingly.
"This is not the time for jokes officer" he ruffed shaking his head annoyed.
"sorry" Rena blushed ashamed.
Grunting he accepted her apology and walked to the living room. He slowly opened the door not to startle them. Ivys curios eyes greeted him.
"Hey... umm..." God he was awful with kids.
"I... I brought a friend... A cop like me.. She.. um" The girls eyes were boring into him. Help me Rena please... Like she could hear his thoughts the redhead entered the room.
With a genuine smile she slowly approached Ivy.
"Hello Ivy" her voice was soft as cotton.
"I'm Rena" she said kneeling down to the brunette who fixed her with her eyes. She saw fear and pain in them.
"I'm here to help... Is she your sister?"
The girl nodded and tightened the grip. "Lori...um..Lauren is my big sister...please help her... she's all I have left... please" her voice was wavering, tears rolled down her cheeks.
Rena carefully reached out and touched the arm of the girl. A strange calming feeling washed through her. All she wanted to do was to put the girl into her arm, keeping her safe from the world.
Dyson rummaged around the kitchen it didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. He knew there was a reason he picked it up. He poured some milk into a pot heating it up. Cubs loved milk he remembered. He added a little cocoa. Heck, he would never admit it, but HE loved cocoa milk. That was the reason that he had here in the first place and was also the first thing he bought.
It smelled so damn good. His mouth ached for the creamy, sugary heaven in a cup. If someone ever found out about this no one would ever take him seriously again. He had to think manly thoughts. Football, meat, beer, women, Rena, soft delicious curves.. God! He had stop this. There were to children who had the most horrible night somebody could think of and he was just the same old horn dog like always.
He took a deep breath and poured the flavored milk into two cups and threw the pot into the sink. To top it he added some whipped cream and marshmallow.
When he entered the Living room he saw Rena with Lauren in her arms going into the bedroom. Ivy still sat on the couch.
OK you can do it... He told himself.
"I've made some coco moo" he hold up the two cups. Oh god did he just say coco moo? He was damn lucky that Rena wasn't still in the room or his reputation would be crumpling down.
He slowly sat down the two damping cups and took a seat. Ivy looked unsure between Dyson and the cups. Seemingly to decide whether or not to trust him. Finally she shyly grabbed a cup and sipped. A small grin spread in her face.
"Like it, cub?" he asked
Ivy nodded and took a bigger gulp. A smile crept into his face. He decided against asking about anything that had to do with this evening. It could wait until the next day. They sat there in silence until their cups were empty.
Dyson was surprised when Ivy crawled timidly next to him snuggling into his arms. He awkwardly held the girl close, not really sure how to react.
"Please keep us safe" again this warm feeling, he saw the glow.
"I will" and he meant it. They sat there for a moment in silence until he catched Ivy staring at him.
"hmm?"
"Can... can you tell me a story?"
"What?" he was confused
"Lauren always tells me a story before sleeping"
"What kind of stories?"
"Fairy tails. She thinks they are stupid, but I like them. Can you tell me the story of the wolfie and the girl.. um.. red.. something..." she tried to remember the name.
"Red riding hood?" he helped her but huffed. He hated that fairytale. The big bad wolf, pah it was a misunderstanding and that red hooded girl wasn't as innocent as everyone always believed. Many wolfs died because of that incident and that story mocked all those who died because of that misunderstanding. He was not going to retell one of the darkest days in the history of wolfs.
"How about I tell you another story about wolfs? You know a wolf isn't as bad like those stories makes you to believe."
"Kay..."
He was bad at telling stories.
"Once upon a time there was a she-wolf called Asena..."
When he ended his Story Ivy was fast asleep in his arms.
"Sleep tight little cub" he hopped her dreams weren't filled with nightmares.
"Is the big bad Wolf getting soft?" Rena grinned pointing at the sleeping girl in his arms.
"Shut it Sawatzki" he growled.
"The blonde?" he nodded in the direction of his bedroom.
"Still asleep. I've cleaned and bandaged the wounds and dressed her."
He slowly stood up with the child still in his arms.
"I'm going to tuck her in"
When Dyson came out of the bedroom Rena stood already in front of the door. She looked apologetic at him.
"Sorry, gotta go. Some idiot decided to break a bottle at the head of another idiot." she sighed.
"yeah... idiot" he mumbled. He wouldn't admit it, but he was a little disappointed that she had to go so soon.
"See you tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yeah.. kay... um... thanks for everything..." he rubbed his neck.
"You're welcome" she smiled and pecked him on the cheek, lingering a second longer than necessary and left without saying another word.
He grinned.
Now he was standing here in his wifebeater. He grabbed a powerbar and an energydrink. Before he could consume some of it there was a knock at his door.
"Finally"
He opened the door.
"Hello old friend" the man at the door greeted him with a warm smile.
"Hey Trick, I'm glad you could make it. They are sleeping. Please come in..."
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