Butch
I got him, V! Go for that other fucker! –Alright, maybe that
was a little premature but I was damned if that pasty assbag was getting out of
this alley. I glanced over my shoulder at you before turning my attention back
to my prey. The lesser was a fairly new recruit, his hair retaining a little of
the brown it had been when he’d still been human. But, Jesus he was quick. Was
the Omega making buttboys out of last season’s prospective draft picks? Hand
clenched around my dagger, shitkickers thundering on the cracked asphault, I
rounded a dumpster and said a quick Hail Mary, darting through a service
corridor and barreling right into the lesser as I came out the other end,
tackling him to the ground and burying the blade in his shoulder- The fuck you goin’
in such a hurry, man? The party’s just starting.
Vishous
-Fuck, was it a night. At least when paired up with the cop,
I had a sure thing going on with letting off some steam. We had been on patrol
not more than an hour or so and the hound caught the goddamn powdery scent. In
a second, all jokes were cast aside and we had our game on. A few blocks over,
shit went down, like two bats out of hell the relatively new inductees bolted
from whatever shithole they had crawled from. Who knows what was back there but
it sure as hell wasn't a bake-sale. Diamond eyes focused on my target when
Butch pointed in the direction of the Omega's bitch, I was in the zone.
Shitkickers crunching on the pavement as we go in separate directions. With a
last glance to my partner, I nodded and went down with the stinker. Rounding
the corner, I got a good look where he was going and dematerialized just a few
feet away from him. Pivoting on my feet, I slammed my shoulder into his ribs,
making him lose his footing and crush him into the rotting brick wall lining
the passage-
Butch
-pulling the dagger free, I jam it into the bone of
fuckboy’s other shoulder, pinning him like a bug on a slide- I said… stop…
squirming! –cranking the blade in place and smirking at his howl of pain as he
finally drops his piece, knocking it under a pile of rank garbage bags- Where’s
the fire, pal? You got a date grabbing your ankles for the bossman? -“Fuck off,
freak!” He kicked out, nearly bucking me off and I shifted all my weight onto
my knee, grinding down on his solar plexus, cracking his ribs with a satisfying
crunch- He must have picked you for the looks, ‘cause he sure as hell didn’t do
it for your brains. What were you and Tweedledumber back there doing? –Dead
eyes trained on mine, lips blackened with blood curled into a sneer “Your mom.
Think she liked it, too.” Eyes narrowing to slits, I wrenched the blade free
and buried it in his gut- Yeah? You like that, fuckstick? No recycling bin for
you this time, either. –leaning in almost nose to nose- Game over. –breathing deep
until the fog of evil that animated him was gone, its rank essence filling my
lungs and seeping out my pores until I sit back on the corpse, coughing and
wiping the back of a hand over my mouth as I look around for V-
Vishous
-hearing the grunts and sounds of battle not too far from my
place, but I was barely listening, my boy had this and I had my own problem to
take care of. The pale one grunted and rolled to his side, making me miss my
footing for a split second, but not enough to give him room for more fight.
Growling I connect a few jabs on his already fucked up ribs, one-two-three...
each blow making me breathe in the sickeningly sweet scent. Dodging the hit
that was sure to make me see double, shifting my weight on my feet as I easily
slide my blade out of my sheath in the same more. I manage to slice his wrist
open, landing some of the oily blood on my shitkicker, making him lose the tube
he had managed to grab on his way out of whatever place he had crawled out of.
The incoherent string of curses that came from his lips didn't face me, if
anything it only served to make my cool turned icy with calculation. Flashing a
menacing grin just before I stab into his thigh and twist the blade until it
hits bone. A very un-male yelp came from the gurgling sonofabitch which just
made me laugh. Once again, the blade was out and dripping from the disgusting
blood. I took a step back, only enough to kick his weapon aside and watching
him fall on his ass- Not your fucking night, huh? –calculating the intent in
his eyes I land a good hard kick to his stomach that had him gasping for air.
Sure thing, he was seeing stars-
Butch
-sitting back on my haunches and wiping the stained blade of
the dagger on my thigh, I grab the lesser’s wallet from an oil slick of grime
and rise to shaky feet, shoving it into my pocket and swallowing back the bile
rising in my throat, scanning around for my partner- V? –neck cranking toward a
gurgled scream, plowing through stagnant puddles back toward the fork I’d taken
after the lesser, falling back when the mangled body crashes into my chest.
Quickly catching him in a full nelson, I grin up at Vishous- You lose
something, brother?
Vishous
-taking my time as I take a few steps into the direction the
lesser was attempting on going. My smirk only growing when I see that he bashes
into Butch who with quick movements turns the pathetic piece of shit into an
oily punching bag. I laugh at Butch's taunt- Nah, this fucker -raising my oily
blood stained dagger to the lesser you held, his attempts turning into pathetic
little squirms while his eyes widen in fear- is right -the point of the blade
pressed firmly right against the lesser's jugular- where he should be -barely
letting him get another squeak out before I make a quick slash all the way
through. The joker would be damn proud of the wide smile I had just scored on
this fucker's neck. Taking a step back at the same time Butch lets the bleeding
asshat fall face first on the pavement- fun times, true –wiping the dagger on
the side of my thigh-
Butch
Yeah. Fucking laugh riot. –crouching down and flipping the
lesser, flicking hazel eyes up to V’s for a second before dropping my head and
inhaling, filth seeping through me until I nearly gagged but not stopping until
all that was left of the pale nightmare was the fading stench of powder and
decay, bobbing and weaving when I brace on the crumbling brick and push myself
back up, sliding my dagger back into its holster and wincing at the
strengthening waves of nausea and scenting the air, nostrils flaring at the
tang of blood- You get nailed, man? Jodi’s gonna have my ass if it’s deep.
Vishous
-watching you go to work with what was left of the Omega's
bitch, holstering my dagger slowly. Eyes wandering from you for mere seconds
just to make sure we don't have a little party without notice around us. It
seemed pretty clear, even of human scum that tended to roam the filthy back
streets of Caldwell. Taking a step forward just in case, brows knitting
together in concentration at the state in which you were left in after
destroying our enemy. Good, huh? Dhestroyer going at it. I almost miss what you
say and without thinking I let my eyes drift to my limbs.- Me?- now my senses
registering what you meant... blood... and not the oily kind but the one that
usually meant there was bad news to come to a poor unsuspecting family. My
senses on full alert, I give you a once over and my head snaps in the direction
the wind was coming - It's not me, cop, and from what I can see it's not you
either- eyes flickering to yours for one of our wordless conversations. We both
nod and head back to where this night begun-
Butch
-hackles still raised in expectation of more company, I
follow a few paces behind you, trying not to puke at the mingled smells of dead
lesser and restaurant waste, unable to shake the feeling that someone was still
watching our trek back to the starting line, the coppery smell getting stronger
with every step until we pushed through a makeshift cardboard shelter and I
stopped cold- Oh, Christ. –the female lay in a puddle of deep maroon, steam
rising from the blood left to cool in the frigid air. Kneeling down, I studied
every detail, going from Dhestroyer to Cop in an instant- She’s not a vampire,
brother. –brows furrowed, my focus draws to the wound on her throat- But, it
looks like someone tore into her to feed –scrubs a hand over my face and
looking back at you-
Vishous
-aware of the small distance between us, I feel the hair on
the back of my neck stand the closer we get to the blood that wafts through the
air. Hidden to human senses but not to us. The scent lured us in and I had to
slow my pace, letting you take the lead as I scan the area more closely,
something about this didn't sit well with me. Messing with humans is not their
usual MO I took a closer look from a different angle, her hair was wiped to the
side, successfully covering most of her features. The blood had darkened her
long hair, making it almost oily black, my brows drawn briefly at that- We
gotta report this, be it our case or not, this female deserves to be identified
-taking out my phone distractedly as I mumble that-
Butch
Yeah… -reaching out, I gently flip a lock of hair aside to
see her face, jaw clenching to see her neck hadn’t been the only thing savaged,
dried blood streaked around a symbol cut into the skin of her forehead,
muttering under my breath- Maybe she cut herself when she fell… yeah, maybe I’m
a Chinese jet pilot. –calling over my shoulder when I hear the phone snap shut,
my gut knowing what I was seeing without needing to be told- Yo, V? Tell me
that’s not what I think it is.
Vishous
-flipping my phone shut, still watching over you like a hawk
with the knowledge that we had minutes before the first police car arrived on
the scene. The cop staying true to his nature while I ponder what could
possibly join our world with the human one. Taking another step to the side
when you call for me and stiffening on sight. What I expected to see when Butch
tried to show me what was doing, I don't know, but it sure as hell wasn't this.
Blinking just to make sure that I wasn't just seeing things, crouching next to
the cop to examine the gash even though I could see it from where I was just
fucking fine. A symbol was carved on her forehead, much like in the movie "Inglorious
Basterds", the victim was forever marked. Or at least until her body was
an unrecognizable putrid skin and bones. Shit. However, the problem wasn't
that... the problem was what the symbol was. V whispering at the cop, could it
really fucking be? A "V" in the Old Language on the skin of this poor
female... what in the fucking hell was going on here?- That's... Old Language
Butch
That’s a hell of a way to leave a calling card, my
brother. –the sound of sirens coming in
the distance didn’t leave time to speculate- Caldie’s finest are on it for now,
man. We gotta bail. –stepping around the body to stand next to you, clapping a
hand on your shoulder to steady myself as much as break you loose from wherever
your supercomputer cortex had traveled, the woman at our feet jarring memories
of Janie that had never really left me, I glance down at her one last time, the
glow of neon from Trade giving her hair a mahogany cast to stand out highlight
her unseeing chocolate eyes- Holy. Shit. V, doesn’t she look just like…
Vishous
-the blaring sounds of the sirens almost dim to a buzz as I
focus on the female's face, on the way her bloodied hair sticks to her face and
the ground. Little by little the trickle of the blood formed a bigger pool of
blood. The way her body was positioned she must've been restrained but... the
moment your hand clasped my shoulder all thoughts disappeared and I was back
right on the grim, lonely alley of Caldwell. Like a sharp blade your words
sliced through me, touching base, too damn close to home for me to feel
comfortable. Springing to my feet like suddenly the stench of the body was
burning me, the alley seemed smaller and I had to take a deep breath that only
filled my nostrils with death. In clipped words I said - Don't you fucking say
it, cop- diamond eyes focus on widened
hazel ones that had just a shadow of the sickness that came with your Hoover
impersonation. I shook my head slowly -don't even think it- after another look
at the cold body that laid on the pavement, I clasped the cop's shoulder and
nodded in the direction we’d come from, flashing red and blue from the arriving
squad cars turning the female’s blood black on the concrete- Let's go- the
night was young, we could still score a few more lessers before we had to go
back to the compound. I would not allow this disturbing scene to fuck up with
the Brotherhood's job. No. The crunching of cement under the heavy footfalls of
our shitkickers rang in my ears, or was it the rush of blood that I could feel
almost boiling at the scene I’d left behind me, a human female with an eerily
familiar scar. No. Yet, in the back of my mind there it was. Butch's harsh
whisper "Shit. V, doesn’t she look just like…" Jodi... my female.
Fuck. Let this be a fucking mistake. Sweet Fade, just me overthinking. Please.
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