A/N: thanks everyone for the likes and follows! I figured it was time to shake things up a bit, Bray's been too nice so far. Watch your feels!
"You look like hell." Kaitlyn told Evangeline as she took a seat beside her at the kitchen table. "Thanks, I appreciate it." She replied grumpily. "Not trying to be mean or anything, just saying." Kaitlyn said. "Bray is too these days. What's going on?" Evangeline leaned back in her chair, scanning the room for Bray's dark gaze. He sat unmoving on the couch, watching another replay of Raw. "Can we talk in my room?" Evangeline asked, thinking that Bray wasn't far enough out of earshot.
She followed her best friend back to her room, anxious to see why Evangeline and Bray were both sporting dark circles beneath their eyes these days. Evangeline shut the door behind them, listening as if she was anticipating footsteps down the hall. Satisfied that there wasn't she lay back across her bed and Kaitlyn joined her, sitting indian style at her side. "There's something going on with Bray, and I'm kind of worried." She began. "Every night I wake up and he's gone. I find him at the table reading the Bible, or camping out on the couch rewatching Raw or Smackdown. He barely speaks to me anymore, he hasn't touched me in weeks. He sleeps with his back to me." Evangeline confessed.
Kaitlyn reached for Evangeline's hand, taking it in both of hers. "You don't think maybe the lack of ring time is getting to him?" "I don't know. At first he seemed okay with a bit of time off. But now...he's barely spoken to me in three days now." Kaitlyn frowned. "And that's not even all of it..." She told Kaitlyn everything. Everything about the psychic talking about the darkness in Bray, about him changing in the graveyard the night they fought off her father. She even told her about Bray believing he was some sort of creature from the Bible. Kaitlyn listened to her intently, but she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Evangeline...he's not some sort of Biblical creature! He's just a man. You know you guys have been together a long time, you don't think he's going through some sort of like midlife crisis or something?" Evangeline laughed, shaking her head. "He's only 26! I'm older than he is. And there is something going on, Kaitlyn. My Dad was possessed. And I saw Bray change! When he leaned against the tombstone there were ash imprints of wings!" Kaitlyn shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe you guys need to spend some time apart? Maybe if you leave for a bit, he'll come to his senses." Evangeline frowned. "And go where? All of my family is in this house. Bray has literally been my life for a decade now." Kaitlyn made a face, unsure of what she could say to her friend. "He even sleeps with his back turned to me now. We've never gone this long without touching each other."
Bray swung the door open wide, stepping inside. He shot Evangeline and Kaitlyn an icy glare. "What's going on in here?" "Just talking." Evangeline replied. He walked about the room with heavy footsteps, scrounging through drawers for something. "Don't let me interrupt." He growled over his shoulder and Kaitlyn shot her an uneasy glance. "I got a call from Natalya yesterday. She misses us." She told Evangeline and Bray scoffed as he dug through their closet. "Ah, I miss her too." Evangeline replied, unsure of what to talk about while Bray was in the room. "How's Luke's back been? I know he tweeked it the other night when wrestling with Erik." "Oh he's fine, thinks he pulled a muscle. It's getting better already." Bray pulled an old dusty leather bound book from the back of the closet and shoved it under his arm before turning on his heels and pacing out of the room, leaving the closet door open. Once she made sure his footsteps reached the end of the hall, Evangeline leaned forward and whispered to Kaitlyn "Tell me something weird isn't going on with him."
Evangeline stayed in her room the rest of the night, reading a romance book she'd picked up from somewhere. Later after sundown Bray strode back into the room, tossing his Bible and the other old book onto the bed beside her. He grabbed his suitcase from the closet and flung it on the bed too as he started grabbing clothes from the closet. "What are you doing?" Evangeline asked. He wheeled around to look at her, the look in his eyes making her skin crawl. "What does it look like I'm doing?" "Well I see you're packing...but where are you going?" He laughed as if she'd told him a funny joke. "I'm leaving for a few days. That's all you need to know." He said as he began stuffing clothes into his suitcase. "Bray...just talk to me. What's going on?" He shook his head, laughing again as he placed the books on top of his clothes and zipped the case closed before setting it on the floor. "There's nothing going on. I'm leaving to take care of business, and you'll wait here until I get back." His eyes fell on the book she held open and he rounded the bed to her side, jerking the book from her. "What's this here? A romance book huh? Bored of me after all these years?" "No baby, it's just a book one of the other girls gave me..." He took a minute to look over the kilt clad muscle man on the cover clutching the black haired maiden on the cover before throwing the book across the room. It bounced off the wall, coming to a rest beneath the edge of their dresser and leaving a dent in the wall.
"Am I boring you so much now that you have to read that garbage?" He asked, staring through her. "No..." "Is that what you want? Some man to ravish you?" He asked, cutting her off. Before she could protest he climbed over her in the bed, holding her wrists as her side and crushing her lips with a violent kiss. His eyes weren't right, they were dark and burned like a madman's as he hovered over her, staring her down. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her further underneath him, away from the headboard. With one hand he held both of her wrists and fought with the snap on her jeans with the other as he kissed her hard again, exploring her mouth with his own. She kicked and squirmed beneath him, willing him to stop but he had her pinned down with his weight. He worked his hand into her jeans, stroking her through the thin material of her underwear. "Isn't this what you wanted? Someone to dominate you? Make you feel like the damsel in distress?" He growled in her ear, the anger in his voice making er insides quiver. "Please Bray, get off of me." "Why? Weren't you just telling Kaitlyn earlier how I never touch you anymore?" He growled against her neck as he bit at the soft flesh, leaving marks behind.
He moved his hand from her jeans and moved under her shirt, pulling up her shirt and bra. He pulled the shirt over her head and twisted it, bounding her wrists. "Bray stop it." She pleaded, squirming against him. "Shut up, I got this." He held her bound wrists against her chest as he moved lower, leaving bite marks behind on her pale stomach. "Bray, seriously. Don't make me hurt you." He laughed and sat back on his knees before grabbing her by the hips and rolling her over, trapping her arms under her. He hovered over her, pressing into her back as he growled in her ear. "What are you going to do to stop me, little lamb?" He forced her face against the mattress as he tried to pull her jeans off with his free hand. When he moved she seized the opportunity and wiggled from under him, landing hard on her back on the floor. When he tried to grab her she kicked him in the chest hard and fought to free her hands from her t-shirt. "Get out!" She yelled as she scooted back against the wall and fumbled for the knife in her pocket. She unfolded it and held it tightly in her fist, ready to strike at him if he came at her again. Slowly he stepped from the bed and grabbed his suitcase as he laughed. "Get out." She shouted and he laughed harder as Kaitlyn rounded the doorway, stopping in her tracks as he glared at her. He glanced back at Evangeline and grinned broadly. "We'll finish this when I get back." He laughed as he brushed past Kaitlyn, who shrunk back against the wall.
She watched him leave and once she heard the slam of the screen door she hurried over to Evangeline, who sat huddled against the wall with her face buried in her knees. Kaitlyn pried the knife away from her fingers. She'd held on so tightly the hilt of the blade had dug into her skin, leaving her palms bloody. "The fuck happened?" Luke asked as he stomped into the room, moving to kneel by Evangeline. Erik joined them, pulling his own t shirt off and offering it to her. Tears welled up in her eyes and Kaitlyn held her close as she cried, holding her close. "There's something wrong with Bray!"
