Tiny flying mouse creature, now covered in a dark brown turning ink black fuzz, clung to the tip of his nose, head down and small wings stretched to fly.
His own odd little daughter, Lucy, unexpected child and the sight warmed his heart.
'She's trying to fly.' Wade glanced over to the other side of the sofa at his frumpled spouse, hurried jotting notes on a bright blue slip of paper. 'Where's Jack?'
'In my hair.'
'Your hair?'
'Yeah, he's shy.'
Orange juice mixed with butter colors parted to reveal a tiny squeaking face, sharp teeth showing in disapproval.
'Someone's annoyed his nap was disturbed.'
'Yeah, you oughta apologize.'
Wade leaned in and watched warily while Lucy dangled. 'I'm dreadfully sorry Jack.'
The baby bat sneezed and curled back into the mass of mane, hidden comfortably beneath a trucker cap.
Drew sat up quickly, thick chain curtain smacking him in the face, manuvered justin off of him as they'd been making out on the floor.
'Oh fuck!'
'That's what we're doing!' Justin bleated, confused and hair plastered down with body fluid glue.
'He's being...dammit, they'll KILL him!' Drew rushed about, picking up and tugging on clothes here and there.
'Who's being killed? Where? What's going on?!' Justin pulled his pants over his head, his shirt yanked up to his knees. He frowned then laughed and started over.
'STAY HERE. Do NOT follow me or try to assist, any of you.' Drew rushed from the suite after hastily kissing each man, African, Brit and 'Murricuhn in that order.
'I don't care, I'm going.' Justin charged for the door and Heath lunged, holding him back. The Zombie Killer cap fell off and a perturbed puffy furred Jack lay in it, trilling to prove his upset.
Wade scooped up his son and cradled him.
'Let me GO!' Justin struggled.
'I won't, stay here like he told you.'
'What if he dies out there? Then what/!'
'He won't die.' Wade spoke with lowered lids. 'We'll go if we absolutely have to.'
'Good because I'm not going to leave him in a fight alone.' Justin trembled and stayed against his American love of his life, listened to and compared their heartbeats.
His pulse was rapid and Heath's was slow, barely noticable, the barely beating heart of the UnDead.
Alberto was a mess.
He barely caught glimpse of the two men, strolling away, laughing, patting each others backs as though they'd been out in a sportsbar not beating, punching and kicking a man so badly his eyeballs were oozing blood.
'Amigo.' faint words spoken from a ripped mouth.
Damn Shield, two of them anyway. Drew glared at the blood stained ground. they'd even urinated on him.
'I'm calling for help.'
'Don't... I'm...okay.'
'Your EYES are bleeding! I'm CALLING for h-' Drew halted as a thought hit him. This was a Were attack, maybe human meds would be little to no use.
Dammit.
He glanced out at the landscape of Cali, desrt beauty.
Desert...
And Vegas nearby and Death Val-
Drew held Alberto the way a loving parent held a baby.
'You'll live alright, i'm taking you to the Godfather.'
'That was fucking great!'
'YOU were fucking great!'
'No, YOU were!'
Seth grinned and chuckled, matching Dean's hysterical laughter and smug cruel smile perfectly.
'NOW do we find someone to murder?'
Dean looked around, caught sight of a homeless old man across the street, pushing a battered shopping cart.
He pointed and nodded and Seth beamed and kissed him.
'We just hit the jackpot.'
