Who You Gonna Call?

[maddog]

Gabe was on the top of the world, when Russ was having his little meltdown with the cell phone. Pocketing his brand new touch screen, he leaned sideways against the wall and smiled a big, toothy smile. Everything was falling right into place; the bait, the boy, the good doctor and now…all he had to do was bring the demon in, and everything would be set. His part in this annoying little play would be over, and he’d have an ally for life.

Oh, the things that he could accomplish with an actual demon by his side. The werewolf couldn’t help but shiver at the thought; at the images of people bowing down to him, or other supernaturals hearing his name and cowering in fear. He’d been the second guess, the ‘upstart’ for too many years now. It was HIS time to shine; HIS time to rule. And with the demon by his side, he’d get to where he’d always known he was meant to be.

And maybe, in a little while, said demon would be by his side…but rather under him. It was only a matter of time before he moved into that darker world. Once he was done here, with the underground of the ignorant humans…oh yeah, he could definitely branch out. There was just so much potential in this place.

Now, all he needed was that goddamn doctor.

Looking down at Cassidy, he couldn’t help but lean forward and run his finger along her cheek. It had been pale and oh so soft, he remembered. Her body had felt like silk rubbing up against his, and that smile! Oh, but the way that those tasty lips had tilted up, making her entire visage so damn sultry; he’d almost taken her right there on the dance floor. Would she have let him? Was she that much in need of a rebellious time?

Well, it didn’t much matter now, now did it? Because those pearly cheeks were now stained with red, and her lips were less sultry and more pain-stretched. He’d wanted to break out the toys, maybe dress her up real special for her boyfriend, but it was either hunt for the ball-gag, or go for the readily available knife. He’d always hated to wait for his dessert.

It was with a triumphant smirk and an air of complete confidence that Gabe found himself entering into a completely new ballgame. One minute, he was standing next to his new plaything and delighting in the way she moaned and squirmed under his touch, and the next? Well…the next was definitely unexpected.

“Boss!” One of his men yelled from behind him, as the bullet smashed into the wall by his head. Everyone in the room hit the deck; all familiar to drivebys as they were, it was an obvious reaction to the sound of gunfire.

Falling on his elbows with a grunt, the werewolf looked up toward the window, cursing at himself for not keeping guys out around back. But that anger turned to complete shock when he saw a familiar face peering at him with a look of complete terror, a split second before it disappeared.

Holy shit…the rat terrier had just bit him on the ass. Who would’ve thought.

In a fury of movement, Gabe was off the floor and tearing up the stairs. The sounds of screaming came from the club as he burst into the main room, and he practically threw his patrons out of his way as he steamrolled toward the door. He tore at his clothes, each article flying every which way as he stripped down to his bare necessities and hit the shrubs outside on four legs. Everything turned sharper, as his now wolf-like muzzle tilted up into the air to release a loud, bloodthirsty howl. In no time, he’d caught up to Russ and snarled, circling around him to drive him into a dead end, where the circling could begin.

From behind him, paws thundered as his boys ran after their leader, and Gabe’s muzzle stretched into a black lipped smile. He’d underestimated the boy. That wasn’t going to happen again.

From the truck, Logan heard the sounds of a gunshot, followed by a howl and let loose a string of curses. Snagging a rifle from the back, he shot off across the street, shoving silver bullets into the side cartridge as he ran. Of COURSE the kid had to grow a pair now! When he’d found an unused backdoor that they could have broken into!

Promising himself a good smackdown, the Hunter sped into the brush, hoping that his old skills as a sniper would come in handy.

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[russ]

How could he fucking miss? Why didn’t he take a moment longer for better aim? Make sure he had the shot. Because he was shit scared, that’s why. He should have stayed in the truck. He should have waited for Logan. Maybe he would have come out with Cassidy without incident and Russ would not have had to do anything at all. Well that option was shit gone now. Echoing and excited cries pursued him and his heart leapt up into his throat as his feet pounded against the wet ground.

He was faster now, but not fast enough. He could hear the expedient approach, looking to the sky and cursing the full moon, as the leader rounded him. Stopping suddenly, his sneakers skidding as he stumbled to a stance, Russ was left staring at the beast in heavily-breathing horror before his feet did what they could best and launched him down the nearest opening.

But looking over ones shoulder, focusing on the unbridled doom pursuing, did not help in making one realize quickly that this was a dead end. Slamming into the brick wall hard, Russ winced in momentary distraction as pain launched through his face and body. And who would have thought making sure all your teeth were still in tact was more important than getting away from a pack of werewolves?

Turning and pinning his back to the wall, Russ’s serious eyes pinched tight shut as a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face and he turned his face away. His body surged with fearful adrenaline, shivers running up and down his spine as the figures approached with hungry desire. Lower lip quivering a bit as he clung to the rough façade behind him, Russ clenched his teeth together to summon some ounce of bravery to open his eyes and look at the impending danger before him.

Raising the gun still clutched in his hand shakily, not at all sure how many bullets he had, or where, if anywhere, he was supposed to aim on these animals, Russ swallowed and shot at one that looked particularly scruffy and large. He could not know which was Gabe, and which were little hench wolves, but if he took one down, that was one less that would be ripping him apart in about three seconds.

[logan]

((Hey, I hope this' alright with everyone! I figure that, if Sue wants, Cass could have a little blurb and/or Russ can try to antagonize Gabe for a bit. I hate to drag this out, but...huzzah for drama? XD Lemme know if I should change things. ))


“I am fucking…getting way too fucking…old for this shit,” Logan managed to wheeze, as he ran full steam around the bar, dodging curious bikers and a few of Gabe’s men. Said cronies were confused and milling about; probably the ones still human enough to know not to go into the woods just yet, and the Hunter had to resist the urge to open a shot of buckshot into them.

Stupid little weasels. So fucked up by whatever happened in their past, that they went and followed a guy who was psychotic on a good day. How stupid could a man be, to become loyal to that kind of crazy?

And speaking of FUCKING stupid…

He skidded to a halt and peered down at the basement window, how sporting a rather nice sized hole in its cracked glass. In an instant, he knew what had gone down, started cursing all over again…then stopped and squinted at the glass. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think that the still form inside the basement was that of a bloody girl.

Holy shit and all the saints, Russ had found Cassidy and tried to take Gabe out himself. Okay, forget being stupid; his young friend was either very cocky, or had the worst luck on the planet. Either way, he’d just done his job for him.

With the butt of his shotgun, Logan pushed out the glass around the narrow window. It would be a bit tight, but thanks to work out routines and just plain not eating for fear of finding bugs in his food- he wasn’t even going to go there mentally- he managed to make it through with a hell of a lot of wiggling. Knowing McFearson’s kind, he’d try to toy with Russ; bat him around a bit and show off to his pack, before actually tearing him to pieces. That gave him a bit of time to get the girl out to the truck and swoop in to save the day.

Or so he hoped.

“Hey, my name’s Logan. I’m one of Russ’ friends; I’m gonna get you outta here,” He said to her, once he reached her. He winced, seeing the extent of the damage done to her and flipped open a switchblade. He made some more shushing noises as she stirred, obviously not liking the sight of his blade, and quickly cut the bonds that held her. Catching her when she fell forward, he hoped like hell that most of Gabe’s guys were in pursuit of their newest prey and took the stairs two at a time. He peeked out and couldn’t believe their luck, when all he saw out of the employees only door were bikers and their women.

Heart thumping, he practically careened through them; shouldering and snarling his way out of the bar, while keeping the girl cradled protectively against his chest.

Back out in the woods, Gabe snarled at his ‘prey’ and circled him some more, enjoying the scent of fear that drifted over to him. The poor kid looked like he was either going to faint or piss his pants, and a wolvine smile appeared on his blackened lips. Before Russ could do either, he took a deep breath and shifted back to his human form, uncaring if he was standing buck naked in front of a dead man.

“You just had to play the hero, didn’t you?” He practically purred, motioning for the rest of his men, still in wolven form, to stay back. “We could have worked something out that would have benefited all of us, but no. You had to try something stupid. Well, Mr. Salem? Have any last words before you die?”

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[charliewilliamson]

Consumed by hatred and anger, Danny’s being thrived on destruction. Her existence encompassed what it was to be an evil creature and despite her resistance to her true nature, she could not deny who she was or what she was. She could not become what she hated so much. The very beings that hunted her and her kind to near extinction, the creatures she hated so much yet loved so passionately. All consumed to the core for their acceptance but apart from them, she murdered and killed. In the dead of night, in the darkness she lurked and watched from afar only to envy their short existence. And why?

No mortal could ever feel the way she did. An eternity to suffer in pain with no escape, writhing in agony that spanned longer than a mortal’s life for which they could not imagine the depth of its claws, and she soaked in it. Drenched in guilt of her sister’s death that was caused by a single man. Manifested from it, her demon and in the darkness it grew and grew until it could not be contained any longer. The clutches of death in form of her delicate fingers held an unconscious being. A slight girl she and Deus had plucked from their meaningless existence and kept in prize for her deepest desire. She’d be the answers to her all problems. She would be the key to her undoing and a release to start anew. With one life, she could be free from her torment, and with this, his would start until the end of his days. For his errors, he would pay with her life. He would watch her die. He would feel and her wicked heart yearned for his agony.

But it was hers; his life was for her to determine the fate of. Watching from afar as God did, her eyes preyed on the boy. In silence she waited but in the distance, nothing escaped his destiny. The werewolf would not take the boy’s life tonight, nor would it in the future. Russ would be made to suffer by her hands alone, and with determined force she made her presence known. Thrusting with ease the limp body of the girl she had stolen towards Russell, she appeared from what may seem out of nowhere, between her prey and the werewolf. Maneuvering her body like a cat, she eyed the werewolf with dilated pupils and let out a hiss that would rival his deepest growl. Smelling the thick air of power as she blocked the man from its target, Danny made ready for the fight of her life if necessary. One against many, she would be damned to let Russell’s life fall in their hands.

“Know your enemy before you attack, my dear,” head tilted to the side with odd curiosity, she answered for Russ to Gabe’s query. A light smirk curled her lips and with hunger deeper than that of her blood lust drove her as she revealed her fangs and launched her attack with unnatural speed that could be met with his. Aimed for his shoulder and neck, she hoped to rip his head off.

It was easier to slip into a slumber to escape the pain that consumed her mind and body. Riddled with scars that wrote her fate, Cassidy feared for her life. What had she done to deserve this? Had she wronged the world so many times that it was in her own doings that led her the hands of a monster? She was at his mercy, and this time, no amount of charm or money could get her out. Having given up on those few who might care to seek her out, she wanted to accept her fate and wanted it to come fast and quick.

But what she hoped was a stirring in the next life, a shock of pain shot through her entire body as she groaned lightly against the figure that approached. Giving little attempt to fight against what she knew was to come; she prayed this was the last time. Fearing the blade, her body resisted in fear and she let out a whimper. The words of the hunter, her savior, drowned by her mind willing her to succumb to death before any more pain was inflicted. She started to silently cry as she begged for whatever God was out there to free her from this burden. Even as her bounds were released, she could not comprehend that she was being rescued. Clung to a man she did not know. Unbeknownst to her, the man that should’ve rescued her was in danger himself, she ached for death- heaven or hell.

[russ]

Russ swore he could feel his heart stop in the agonizingly slow moments that came to pass after silence settled upon the group after his borrowed shotgun rang out. Like his doom settling tauntingly and emphasizing his ineffectiveness. Maybe his good luck had run out. Maybe this was the price he paid for all the unfortunate jams he had squirmed his way out of in the past. Once you started preparing for this stuff, you suddenly had to use it. There were no strokes of luck, because theoretically he was not as pathetic as he had once been to need them. Well a load of good ‘all’ that training did, save for give him the idiot notion that maybe he knew what the hell he was doing in this world. What the hell he was doing coming along. And the price would be much worse than his life.

Inevitable dread befell Russ as Gabe shifted back into human for, baring all, and Russ watched the man intently. Swallowing once, the words Fuck you formed in his mind, but never had a chance to leave his mouth. Little affect they would have had either, if he had to guess. But even less expected than those words deterring the werewolf’s plans, was two figures suddenly appearing between them, and Russ’s brows furrowed. His back straightened in confusion. His hand tightened on the handle of the gun, but what concerned him more was the familiarity of not just one, but both of them.

[white]“Ally?”[/white] He murmured, as the motionless figure was discarded to the ground. Time seemed to pause again, the supernatural distraction affording him the few moments to lay the gun down and kneel, pulling the figure he had spent her lifetime coming to know towards him. Confusion riddled him, an overwhelming uneasy feeling that he could not explain. Why? Allison was unconscious, but seemed fine otherwise. But why was she here? All sound was drowned out for him, as he turned the girl’s face and gave her cheek a repetitious slap to try and rouse her. Slowly, his serious eyes lifted to find Danny.

[logan]

God, but this was bringing up a lot of shit that he really didn’t want to deal with right then. Ignoring the curious looks from the bikers and some eyeballs from the lady behind the bar, Logan carried the girl out the front door and made like a walking rocket to the truck down the block. The girl was clinging to his jacket, obviously in pain with every bumpy step he made and he felt an unfamiliar tightening in his chest. She was probably as old as his own daughter was, he thought absently; blinking in surprise as the image of the tiny baby came to mind. He’d forbidden himself to go down that mental road for so long, it was actually a shock to take a peek at the road sign.

Not to mention really easy to shut it down. Clenching his jaw, he ignored everything but getting the handle open on the passenger side, so he could place her gently into the cab. It took some reassuring and some maneuvering, but he managed to untangle himself from the poor kid.

“I’m gonna go get Russ, okay? You’re safe, Cassidy. Nobody’s gonna hurt you; I just need you to lie here and rest. You understand? Just lie here and keep your head down. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Draping his coat over her, he shut the door and hurried across the street. He’d left the shotgun in the back, close to the window if the girl needed some ammo…but not close enough, in the more favorable chance she didn’t. Hell if he wanted to face some traumatized woman thinking he was a werewolf, right after barely escaping a whole pack of them.

Because that’s what this was going to be, he could feel it in his bones.
A blood bath.

One that he was running into, like the old, rundown fool he was. Oh well; at least he’d go down swinging, right? Right.

Shutting down all other thought in his head, the Hunter called upon the skills he’d been relying on for most of his life. It didn’t take him long to follow the barks, growls and…holy shit, were those snarls of pain? He wasn’t exactly a dog-whisperer, but he could pretty much tell an ‘oh shit!’ yelp from any other. Palming the silver-filled pistols at his side, he ran through the foliage and stopped short at the scene that unfolded. Russ was standing in front of a half circle of wolves- who, at the moment, looked as shocked as he was- with an unconscious woman at his feet…and there was another woman attacking a very naked man. McFearson, he assumed. So, the question of the day was; who the hell was the snarling lady?

And why hadn’t she shown up sooner, dammit?!

For Gabe’s part, he’d been having the time of his life. His prey had fled, was now reeking of fear and the defiance in his eyes was making the wolf inside practically salivate, it was so excited. Hell, if it wasn’t for the fact he didn’t give a damn, he’d actually be a bit embarrassed as to the oh-so-obvious state of his lower parts, currently enjoying the entire ordeal as much as he was.

Now, if only that damn vampire woman hadn’t gotten involved! This could have been a chase he could have looked back on with fondness, in the future. He had no time for a comeback, a snarl, a ‘yo mama!’ The bitch was on him like a fly on shit, and he had to fall back on animal instinct to save his life.

Which REALLY pissed him off, because…c’mon, he was the baddest bad ass around. And now he was being upstaged by a VAMPIRE? Oh, no she DIDN’T!

He roared when she managed to bite right into the curve between his neck and shoulder, but his quick turn had her gnawing on flesh, rather than the artery. Grabbing hold of the back of her neck and a fist full of hair, he yanked her off him, snarling once again when pain exploded in his shoulder.

“You’re going to fucking die for that, bitch!” The turn became fluid this time; in time with his flinging her away from him and lunging at her, changing to four legs in midair.

Chaos exploded around them, as the others in the pack, sensing a very non-Russ human in their midst, turned around to attack. Logan managed to off a few with his pistols, scuttling and rolling like hell to get to Russ. Once there, he positioned himself in a half-crouch in front of him and the unconscious girl.

“Stay down! Fuck…where’s the shotgun you took, Russ? And who the hell are your girlfriends?”

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