I have 17 drafts and 2 things in queue. Gonna see if I can get anything done today.
Day: October 27, 2017
“Listen, mate, I’ve been around in this world a lot longer than you probably think, alright, and I’ve seen a lot of things, but I ain’t ever seen someone come back from being a ghoul. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but I just don’t think it’s possible, even with the best witches or whatever on your side.”
Darius pitied them both. He couldn’t imagine finding himself in such a shitty situation, but he was old enough to know a fair amount about all the things most humans didn’t even know existed.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he rubbed his face and tried to reframe things better.
“Look, let me make a few calls, see if I can find even the smallest possibility that you can get a happy ending out o’ this, okay? Or at least someone better placed to help manage her until then?”
He adjusted the unconscious girl again, seeming to forget entirely that she was covered in slowly drying blood as he buried his face against her hair. Being told there was no hope for her wasn’t something Ty was willing to accept. Not yet anyways.
“I can’t go through losing her again…”
She led him into the shadows and out onto a street in the heart of the city. The streets were mostly quiet aside from the odd passing car, but muted strains of dance music drifted up from a nightclub halfway up the block from them, a semi-steady stream of people leaving every few minutes or so, with no choice but to pass at least one alleyway no matter which direction they walked in.
It only took a short time for him to find a girl, one that fit his profile and he pointed her out. His claws were still far too visible to do anything that wouldn’t set off alarm bells with so many people in the area.
“Tell me what to do to help you,” she repeated calmly, her tone more insistent.
She could see he was struggling, and the longer they stayed there, the longer it would take for him to let go of it. They needed to find him someone to take it out on now and they didn’t have time to play the usual games.
“Come with me. There’s still a few bars open in the city. I’m sure we can find someone to make a mess of before the sun comes up.”
His fingers flexed again, making almost a claw like motion. He needed to feel bones breaking and skin tearing beneath his fingers but he was having trouble putting it into words.
The muscles in his jaw twitched and he gave a single nod, letting her take the lead for the moment. It was going to take more than one kill to get him back in full control, but it was a start.
Sera rubbed her throat a little at the fresh bruising there as she caught her breath.
She’d seen him agitated before, but not quite like this. Having to restrain himself seemed almost painful to him and she found herself wanting to find a way to make it easier for him to adjust to, but for now, they’d have to settle for small attempts to reassure him.
“Chance, look at me.” she soothed, cupping his jaw and drawing his gaze to hers. “I know this is all new and very difficult for you, and it will take some time to adjust, but remember, you’ve got me forever and you never have to go back to being chained in the Underworld. Keep reminding yourself of that and it will get easier, I promise. Let me help you, okay?”
It took him several long moments to even focus on her. He was spiraling out bad and it wasn’t really a good idea for her to be touching him at all right now. They didn’t say he couldn’t go on a murderous rampage, just that family was off limits.
“Don’t. Touch. Me.” The words were growled, his entire body tense, muscles aching from how rigid he was holding himself.
She barely brushed her lips against his before pushing back against him, just enough to loosen his grip to take a breath and get some real words out.
“Let’s go out.” she panted faintly. “You can pick the kill.”
He took a single step back and nodded once, but he knew he was too agitated to actually get anyone to trust him at the moment.
Sera was well aware that Chance was holding back and it was making him worse. She managed to barely murmur the words “They’re gone.” through her lack of breath, trusting that he’d let go of her and they could seek out a better outlet for his agitation that would keep within the limitations of his oath.
His hand flexed a little, the claws slipping free enough to scrape at her skin, but he was still holding back, her father’s words ringing clear as a bell. He needed to get out of there.
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