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 Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 3:51 pm
x x x x x WHO: Brian, Lucia & Zul
x x x x x WHEN: Evening falling
x x x x x WHERE: The road to Durem
x x x x x WEATHER: Overcast, getting chilly
This is a continuation of Death From Above.
It ran.
Zul was not expecting his prey to flee. Part of him didn't know how to react; that thing had hurt his Rivener so badly, so why was it afraid now? The other part of him - and the part that he acted on - wasn't going to let it get away. He could smell Rivener's blood burning against the heat that his body was producing, the rage within him boiling to a sick point in his mind. That creature would not get away unscathed. You will pay, he thought, a low, throaty growl spilling from his lips.
The demon picked his broken love off the dusty ground, the magma on his arms hardened and cooled enough to touch without danger, deftly carrying the larger body to the side of the road, the monster yet visible in its retreat. Weight, pain, fear...he knew none of it. He rested the Sigel against a lone tree, making sure his wings weren't being pressed against; there was a low, promising growl against the Scorpion's hair and Zul was gone.
He flew low to the ground, unwittingly following the smell like some demented hell hound. It was easy for the angry Frei to catch up: he was fresh and full of rage to his target's injured and weak form. Zul was not so far gone that he could not see that the other was pushing limits; the blood he could smell was not only Rivener's. It didn't matter if the monster was bleeding - it would be losing a lot more of its life essence as soon as he caught up...
Molten armor receded before a fresh wave formed over his hands, twisting to a tapered point and giving him claws, the likes of which extended as he reached for the dark beast he was quickly encroaching on. The rage took Zul a little deeper down the path of wrath, lips curling in a sneer as the distance between them dwindled, practically able to feel the leather of something on the beast's back touching his face as he flew up and behind it. Magma-dried hands seized whatever he could of the thing - had he been able to feel, he would have realized he'd grabbed hair - pulling it as he vaulted over the monster and landed in front of it, just out of arm's reach.
Zul pulled his lips back and opened his mouth, a plume of smoke escaping him in a hiss. His whole body was hot with the armor that fashioned itself over his chest, neck and jaw, his defense mechanisms in full-swing. Murderous intent made the black of his eyes without any type of reflection, their darkness only highlighted by the molten scales that framed his gaze. It was time to feel out his prey's capabilities and bring it down.
Without a sound, the demon lurched forward, swinging a gauntlet-esque fist towards the apparition's chest.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 9:04 pm
Brian flew Lucia as fast as he could, but her body was sore. Nevertheless her body was deep in the woods when the killer knew he was being hunted. <******** ******** ********> he thought without glancing back. If he had to he’d fight, but if he was going to die – again – it was a little penance to know that the frei would die with him. If he had to fight, he would.
The Kitten didn’t know what she wanted. With every ravaged breath sharp pain and heavy pressure was pushing on her chest. The wind against Rivener’s gashes burned as she sliced through the air. She wanted to get away, to heal, to stop feeling like s**t. She wanted to go back to the motel room in Durem – as nasty and filthy as it was – and sleep.
But she also wanted to get caught by a murderous Zul. She saw the look in his eyes and knew, the way she knew what Brian’s idea of fun was even before he possessed her. A part of her wanted to be caught and damned the results. Break her, kill her, bring her to Dr. Kyou to be kill by euthanasia. Just let it end.
Brian was bent forward, trying to streamline to the city when he felt the brush of something on Lucia’s dark ribbon floating gently behind him. Setting Lucia’s violet eyes forward, he wanted it to just be a branch or bush that grazed him.
”Ahhhhhhhhhh” a roaring yell erupted from Lucia’s mouth, which really amounted to a girly scream. Brian was forced reeling to a stop as his hair was pulled hard and used just as leverage. Pain momentarily blinded the frei as she tried to feel happy that she was further delayed from resting by her friend. A small amount of blood seeped from her scalp as skin and hair were loosed with the jerk. And then she saw him. She had hardly any time to take in his still startling appearance when he pounced.
She felt her body moving to the right side, as Brian reacted a bit too late to the punch. She almost willed it to push the bone to pierce her heart. But the fist, instead of compounding the fractured ribs, slammed into her left shoulder.
Brian yelled out in pain again as Lucia’s shoulder was forced out of its socket. His eyes stole further to his right and immediately jumped to a heavy branch lying on the ground. In one fluid motion he picked it up with the frei’s right arm, her left hanging lifelessly by her side, and swung it as hard as he could with her right.
While the branch flew in a controlled arc towards Zul’s head, Lucia’s bicep began to tear. The pain of her muscle shredding with the exertion of using a strength it couldn’t possess made the Cat’s jaw clench and eyes narrow in focus. He just had to knock this crazy ******** out. If he did that he could book and then hunt him later. Zul! she thought, wanting to cry out a warning.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 9:28 pm
Something tugged at his conscious as the limb beneath his fist gave. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that what he had just hit was not as large as what he could see. Eyes devoid of a pupil tried to figure out just what the beast was other than a shroud of darkness, to determine if it had a mass or if he was fighting a real demon. He could smell the fresh blood and it made a low sound trickle from his throat. It tasted like something thick on the air, almost damp to him, confusing him further.
One thing the demon shared in common with his Guardian was that during times of flight or fight, Zul did not flee, even if the odds were overwhelmingly against him. His brief moment of confusion made him hesitate, watching as the form slunk to the ground and heaved something towards his head. The demon didn't move, taking the full brunt of the swing directly against his horn, something that probably saved him, as having landed on his neck or shoulder might have broken bone; the strike was hard, knocking him over and spinning his equilibrium briefly. His hand shot out to grab the offending piece of weaponry as he fell, but it gave away with his grasp, burning to a crisp where he'd touched it, leaving only ash from that point on.
Zul saw stars in his vision, but he wasn't down, not until he was incapacitated! He wobbled upright, glaring, but something about those spots of light had an odd effect: the black became opaque, giving him only a glimpse of what was beneath. The demon only saw ivory skin, and for all he knew, it could have been bone with the poor lighting making it look otherwise. He gave a hard shake of his head, embers being cast by his central horn and dancing around his tan frame, mingling with the ashes of what remained of the part of the branch that had hit him. If he was a thinking Frei, he would have taken the time to try and talk, to delay, but alas, Zul was as much a part of his soul right now as it was what made him up. The demon in him was in control.
He was done testing. This thing wasn't anything he could make sense of and their time would run short if it kept delivering such hard blows. A line of brackish blood dribbled over his ear, hissing as it hit the ground beneath, reminding him of the fight with Lazarus. How had he hit the Sigel? He'd deceived him. He'd played his own game. He remembered baiting the Sigel, toying with his perception and forcing him to be on the offensive.
Fine. He could do that again!
Despite how slow it all appeared to him, only a few seconds had passed since he'd righted himself. Zul lunged forward again, one fist raised to aim for the 'head' of the beast, the magma there veined with molten lava to make it easy to see. The other was coated completely with black and cooled rock of his essence, and that one swung for the side of the black thing's body, his real attack. He had to incapacitate it, even for a second, so he could bind it. To draw out his revenge and exact his own brand of justice. As far as they were from any houses or roads for people to walk on normally at this hour, no one would hear any screams...
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 10:26 pm
As he felt the heavy limb connect with it’s intended target, Brian let go of the branch and tried to use the few seconds to set Lucia’s arm back into the socket. Quickly he used his right arm to lift the left and turned it, the ball pushing Lucia’s skin out in an unnatural way. Letting out a roar, he twisted the arm, pushing it back into place. And then Zul was up again. With two arms he definitely had a better chance of knocking this ******** out. His eyes were dead set as he watched the branch seemed to dissolve into ash.
As Zul jumped at him again, Brian wanted to laugh at how pathetic he was at fighting. The glowing hand wouldn’t be able to hit anyone, he taunted in his mind, easily floating to the side. His mind reeled as the broken bones of Lucia’s ribs dug further into her body. He had added propulsion to Zul’s fist by moving blindly towards it. ”AAAAAAAAAARRGH” he screamed in pain, willing himself not to feel it, to give the pain to his host frei – if only it worked like that.
The frei’s shoulders heaved with every breath and in the cooling night sweat slid down her back and lightly covered her chest, trying to cool her overheated body. With every breath her lungs screamed in pain, her chest begged her to hold her breath and her body felt like collapsing. Inside of herself, every ounce of pain was magnified. She couldn’t act to protect herself. Zul’s well-planned attack had caught Brian by surprise – he wasn’t bothering to mask his thoughts now. But she couldn’t do anything to make Zul not attack her. She was better off dead for everything she did. She would rather die than live like this.
Zul. I know it’s a lot to ask. It’s not fun being a murderer, but at least you can kill to defend your friend -- Rivener. Please – just kill me. She hoped desperately to die in this battle. Please let this fight be my last.
You’re ******** pathetic! But Lucia knew this thing. ”Zul! Zul what are you doing?! It’s me!” he cried out in Lucia’s pathetic girly voice. He hoped it was enough for a distraction as he swung the frei’s left arm, ripping more muscle, in an uppercut at the Demon’s chin.
Just ******** pass out. Just let me get out of here. Don’t be so desperate to die, Zul, he thought.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 11:28 pm
The scream jerked at that hesitating part in his mind, and through his rage, he understood why. He'd never heard it in a shrill scream before tonight, but one thing was certain. He knew that voice! The demon couldn't place it, but he kept his guard up, withdrawing his fist and preparing for another fast and hard strike, but hesitation cost him again at the voice that seemed to be right in front of his face in the form of a black veil.
Lucia!
His head jerked up with his surprise, some of the molten armor withdrawing in his confusion, the knuckles indeed catching his chin hard enough to snap his freshly armor-free jaw. Zul released a sound of anger and betrayal at the monster using his friend's voice, catching the arm before it could be retracted and snapping his head back towards the apparition from so close by. His jaw hung at an awkward and definitely not-normal angle, but with shake of his head and a sickening pop, his passive heat-driven ability kicked in, the healing already starting despite the bruise that was blossoming where the fist had landed.
He couldn't kill it. He couldn't destroy the monster until he knew how it had Lucia's voice! She might be in there! What if he'd hurt her? What had the monster done to her?! As Zul tried not to panic, he held as tightly as he could to the arm in his grasp, the molten armor fading completely as he prepared to go on the real offensive, feeling the ice surging as the lava began to recede. He was ready to use it when his skin touched hers--
~*~
Zul didn't remember closing his eyes, but there he was, opening them against the sudden silence that descended upon him. Everything was so...bright! He turned his head to the side and was greeted with the darkness of the beast he'd been fighting, but there was something passive about it now, nonthreatening as if it couldn't hurt him here. Wherever here was...
Squinting, he looked back to the light that his arms were around, surprise striking him hard as he realized he was above a very battered Kitten, her body curled in a fetal position against the light. It was like some sort of wall, and even as his hands had rested against it, he could feel it. No...he could feel her. It was her. What the hell was happening?
His eyes turned again to the darkness at his side - both sides, now that he looked, turning full to look behind him and was immediately hit with vertigo as he found he was looking at himself. The demon could perfectly see his black eyes, his brows lowered over that light-less gaze with worry, his mouth askew with his not-yet-healed-jaw above a bruise and a small splatter of blood. The scenery was clear as day, and he vaguely felt pressure on his chest and arms. Turning his head to look back at Lucia, the vision of himself also slightly turned before it remained focus, and as his gaze passed the darkness, he saw something else. It was a brief flash, a demented face of a man; he felt a jostling sensation that made him feel light headed, the darkness taking on a presence of something...someone.
Memories flitted through his head, a dark place (screaming, why is he screaming?), that razor blade smile of the man he'd just seen. He heard whispers of a desire to kill: a masculine voice speaking the word in a giddy excitement (you're a killer now), a feminine one - Lucia - speaking it in pleading (please). The demon forced his eyes back to the curled Kitten, understanding beginning to slowly dawn on him. The blackness shrouding Lucia...it felt like the man that followed his woman. Like the ones with Neil. This being was not one that others could see - and it didn't belong here. That's why he couldn't see Lucia, because it (Brian...his name is Brian) was so much bigger than her!
If he had a hold of her (possessed) then...he truly couldn't kill her. He couldn't lash out and hurt her anymore than he already had! Zul wouldn't let his friend be a tool of some sick human's devices, nor would he let the b*****d hurt anymore of his friends (Rivener...). The understanding of what he was dealing with, the push he could feel from Brian's presence, made him aware that he, too, was 'possessing' Lucia to an extent (Lucia's body). It tried to pull forth memories of a demon long past, a bloody struggle, but he wouldn't allow it. He didn't have time for self-reflection right now, as much as it piqued his curiosity. He had to use this gap to help her!
Lucia, he whispered into her mind, this is going to hurt.
He turned to face the darkness. I'm going to kill you, Brian.
Just as suddenly as it had started, he was falling--
~*~
--and staring into the beast once more. The demon used the disorientating moment to push Lucia and Brian against a nearby tree, ice cascading out of his hand and encircling the bark. The limb was all but fused by the ice, giving him the ability to let the one arm go and grab the other, only this time, he was holding the beast's arm, no longer Lucia's. He could see Brian now, and the unwelcome parasite was not going to get away.
Holding onto the blackness that only he could see and touch, Zul summoned the whole of his strength and began to pull: his wings stretched and beat back madly, stirring up the foliage on the ground, fingers digging into the veil that held his friend.
The demon began to pull Brian out of Lucia's body by force.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 12:09 am
The frei wanted to look away as her fist connected brutally with Zul’s chin, punching it to the side at an unnatural angle. Suddenly his jaw snapped back in place and her arm was being held so tightly. Every breath Brian took, every movement she made was pain. Zul was holding her one arm, but her right hand was clenching for another swing while he was distracted.
Suddenly Lucia felt even more cramped than before. With Brian inside her, she was pushed to the back of her mind and uncomfortably squashed. Now for some reason, it was like Brian was expanding and taking up more room. The frei was pushed inside of her body and so crushed that she felt like her soul would die on its own. She didn’t have room to process anything but pain.
Maybe Brian would be the one to kill her after all. Maybe she was slowing him down or keeping him here. Maybe he figured out how to kill her and have her body to himself. The frei was trapped and her rune dimmed slightly in the split second as it felt like her soul was losing its hold on her body.
She couldn’t focus her mind’s eye. She couldn’t feel her body. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t think. She didn’t fear death, but she didn’t want her body to be in the hands of Brian Sparks. So she tried to resist and keep her hold on her body.
And a familiar voice spoke through the darkness: Lucia, this is going to hurt. Zul… she thought before he was gone.
Brian had such control of the frei that he hardly noticed the fraction of a second that Zul was in his body. Until “I’m going to kill you, Brian.” He didn’t know what the hell that was – having never heard Zul talk, but he knew it wasn’t the kitten frei. The ********-- ? he thought before Zul was out of the frei.
Brian discarded anything he did or didn’t know he heard and began to pull back Lucia’s right arm to swing another shot at the Demon when the frei’s arm was pushed against a tree. A sudden cold enveloped it as ice covered it and stuck it there. And then he felt the grip of that ********, not on the frei’s arm, but on his own! He struggled, pulling back to remain in his host cocoon, but he felt his spirit being ripped forcibly out of the Kitten’s body.
His scream – with his own voice blended in a symphony of horror with the much more soprano scream of the frei. The frei’s vocal cords strained at they pushed out the disharmonious shriek of both Brian’s and Lucia’s wails.
Lucia felt as if her body was being ripped away from her – only it was Brian being ripped away from her body. Every inch of her body hurt as he tried to grab on, to maintain some sort of hold on her body. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t hear, all she could feel was pain.
Her arm, now that it was all her own was freezing even more than before when the sensations were shared. The ice cause chills to run along the hot spine of the Kitten as she felt like her spine was being ripped out of her body. She was freezing and on fire at the same time. Her mind and body were being ripped in two.
She felt like she was dying – or she just wanted to. Zul’s warning had done nothing to prepare the broken Kitten for the sensation of having a soul ripped physically from her body. Her despair, her self-loathing, her desire to be killed for her deeds – all of it was replaced by a desperate need for the pain of this to end.
And suddenly it was over as Brian was ripped completely out of the frei’s body. The physical pain was overwhelming and her high-pitched wail slowly faded as she slumped to the ground, held up only by her arm fastened to the tree, fully aware that every portion of her body hurt more than she had ever imagined it could.
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Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2010 4:06 am
It was like a veil being parted, his black eyes watching the tendrils of thick, sickly smoke cling to Lucia, helpless as the antic was. Zul wasn't going to let go; his friend, his beloved Rivener, their lives were at stake and he was not going to let the virus named Brian Sparks go quietly into the night. Self-righteous rage fueled him, the Frei's muscles bunching and flexing with each tug and inch gained. The growl that spilled from his parted lips was guttural and angry; the murderous intent he felt was palpable, a dark miasma to war with the fabric of Brian's being in the realm of the living.
The screams fell on deaf ears - or perhaps it was more accurate to say that the screams were familiar and easy to drown out. Why it was familiar, he could not say, but he didn't much care either, as it simply meant he was doing something right. The agony he could hear, the crescendo of voices that were mingled, then separating...he was winning. Zul's wings spread and beat hard in the rapidly cooling air, and with a final heave, he felt the parasite leave its host, himself being vaulted back a ways with the strength of his own effort.
The demon whipped the monster in his grasp around, a hand lifting and grabbing the face that he could now see clear as day, though anyone else might see that he was grabbing air. He felt as if he ought to have some final, snarky last words to send the b*****d off with, but there was nothing, only a fiery pit of rage that made his whole frame tremble with anticipation. He was going to punish this vile soul. He was going to inflict agony, even if it was a fraction of what he had just done to Lucia--
Zul turned his head towards the female Frei, looking at her limp form and feeling a fresh surge of anger take him. Without looking at the black monstrosity in his hold, he summoned forth his internal flame and shoved it directly into the murderer's eye-sockets and mouth. He didn't even spare Brian a glance as the very fabric of the parasite's being began to flake into ash, giving only a brief glimpse of those without Zul's sight a horrific view of what he saw without hindrance. Lowering his hand - but his grip still true and without faltering - he dragged the disintegrating soul back towards Lucia, his arm twining around her back to prop her against his shoulder. Where her arm touched his skin, he withdrew his ice, releasing her from the tree that would likely bare a scar, a memory of what had happened there for many years.
"Lucia," he finally spoke, his voice more gravel than smoke as he held on, a perfect balance between his powers; Brian, smoldering and dissolving in one hand, the ice slipping over his skin and back where it belonged upon the other. He was only dimly aware that Brian's screams were beginning to dim and fade, his attention upon the Kitten against him. "Lucia, can you hear me?" Irregardless to her answer, he eased her head onto his shoulder and began to float back towards where he had put Rivener down the road, dragging the remains of the murderer in his wake. The demon would not let go until there was not even a residue to denote the man's passing.
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Posted: Wed Apr 07, 2010 6:00 pm
Slowly it was dawning on the frei. She wasn’t cramped in herself. She had space in her body for her mind to move. There was no voice in her head. No oppressive soul pushing against her. She was herself and only herself. Her eyes glanced up, as Brian was screaming in agony, but her eyes were only on the Demon. Zul had taken Brian out of her. He had saved her.
And with everything flooding to her – everything she did – all the physical pain she was currently in. She killed people. She killed Rivener and Delia…and Yuurei. And her body was in agony. Everything was overwhelming – especially the pain. Her world slowly faded to black.
Brian was screaming and writhing as Zul grabbed him by his face. His real face, not Lucia’s. Even through it all he would die again alone. Through desperation, he tried to grip Zul’s hand, to release the grasp, to do something. Even to possess Zul.
And suddenly, without any attention from Zul he was burning. Not one to believe in heaven and hell, now the man had no doubts. His anguished screams slowly faded as his soul turned to ash.
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Her head was no longer dangling. Her arm was in pain, but it no longer felt so cold. She didn’t see anything, but her eyes were closed. Someone spoke her name. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she tried to open her eyes, but found she couldn’t. Her eyelids were so heavy. It was just easier to let go. She felt like she would die – and wasn’t that what she deserved?
She forced her eyes open, such a struggle, at the sound of the familiar voice edged so hard; her half-lidded eyes focusing on the familiar, but foreign face. It was Zul, but it wasn’t. But the strong arm around her, carrying her so gently, in just one arm towards the road was Zul. And she felt comforted to know that at least.
She managed a soft moan, acknowledging his question, as she just let him carry her slight weight. She didn’t know what was happening to Brian, and for the moment, it was all she could do not to think about…anything.
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 5:07 am
And just like that, there was nothing being held in that burning hand. His fingers flexed, stretched; lowering his heat back to his slightly-higher-than-average temperature, he clasped the Kitten's hand and held it as they floated back down the road. Brian Sparks was well and truly dead.
"Rest now," he intoned quietly as they made their way, black eyes turned forward and seeking his Scorpion. "I'll get you to the Lab." Not that the demon had any inkling of how as thinking beyond the moment was yet elusive to him, but he was confident in his claim. It seemed the chase had taken them quite a ways away from the Sigel, though he was still within sight as even the encroaching night was having difficulty hiding the dim but very visible glow of a distant crimson rune. Zul briefly looked over his shoulder, catching only a glimpse of flaked ash caught in a passing eddy, some ember petals in the dwindling day. Even though the parasite was gone, he still felt the bitter taste of rage in the back of his mouth.
Looking forward, he finally began to pick up the trace scent of Rivener's blood, spurring him to move more quickly, using his wings to keep Lucia supported as they approached the fallen Sigel. He had no idea what had happened, but he could tell Rivener put up a hell of a fight, a testament solidified by both of their conditions. Eyes lacking any type of color or light quickly looked over his Scorpion's form, his chest constricting at the sight of him so beaten and bloodied. Zul knew he couldn't carry Rivener in his arms with those destroyed wings, but he had to move him; Lucia wasn't formed enough for him to do anything less than put her in his arms. There was only one solution that he could find to move both the Raevans with minimal time between, and thus, he set about his work with a calm sort of placidity that one would demonstrate when watering a garden rather than the urgency of tending to the fallen.
The Kitten was carefully drawn into the crook of one arm as he lowered himself, and then, she was delicately lain upon the ground. Blood-and-ash fingers deftly removed his gorget, fastening it to Lucia's arm like a giant bangle, the spikes now harmless to his next motion. Zul pressed his back towards Rivener, hands reaching behind him to lift the Sigel's arms and sling them over his shoulders, using his wings as a levy beneath the Scorpion's biceps. He floated forward until he was nearly bent in half, situating Rivener's weight until he felt comfortable that the Sigel wasn't going to slip off. Satisfied, he slowly moved forward and slipped his arms around Lucia; one around her 'back,' the other beneath her ribbon. The latter hand lifted high enough to hold the Scorpion's wrist, and once he was certain he wasn't going to dump them despite their combined weight, the demon set off towards the Delaran household, central horn burning brightly to lead the way.
The trip to the house was quick, or maybe the adrenaline leaving his body left his perception in a twist, but he found himself looking at the lit abode against the night sky. As he reached the gate, he noticed two pinpoints of light in the distance, and it was in that direction he faced, floating still and calm as the headlights washed over him.
Zul was covered in blood, dirt, ash and sweat. Lucia lay bruised and fading in and out of consciousness in his arms, her muscles torn and ribs battered, her skin a pasty pale in the moonlight. Rivener was propped against his back, his wings a mangled mess that yet still dribbled blood down both their bodies, forming small clots with dirt once it fell from their ribbons. The demon's expression was one of patience and a strange sort of satisfaction, chin lifted with pride, his eyes blacker than the night sky. The vehicle stopped in front of them in a swirl of dirt; there was the sound of a door opening, a stream of various swearing and boots hitting the ground in fast movement.
Alex was had just gotten home to find her charge holding two very bloody Raevans, his eyes fathomless as the day he'd attacked her. Their day was far, far from over.
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