#felixstarter

Lilith had seen to his pursuers, the senate and everyone that was after him. Nathan didn’t have much reason to return to Rome, except perhaps to gloat. He’d laid low with Caliban until the cambion was sure that the storm had blown over, now he had a clean slate and all that was left was to pay the piper when the she-demon inevitably came to collect her due. Nathan remembered Hell’s Bells as a karaoke bar and as it stood some four foot twat stood on the stage doing a poor rendition of Natural Woman. Retirement wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, but it was better than putting himself in the crosshairs of those who’d come to learn his identity, only to forget it again. Thieves lived on infamy and now Nathan was little more than a faded memory, it shouldn’t make him feel bitter, but it was one of the many things he couldn’t help but think he’d lost. He was free now, at least as free as the bottom of the bottle made him feel. 

The sight of Felix raised the hair on the back of his neck, Nathan had done a sloppy job of the vampire’s mind - another errand boy for the Eye who was all but unchained. A little drunk, though that was the norm these days, Nathan called over to the other. He looked lost, Nathan wondered if he had anything to do with that. “Felix.” Nathan said, unable to trace the feral look in the other’s eye. 

He was out but so many of them were trapped within, pent up inside his skin and begging to come out. Alek scratched broken nails across his skin and scraped it raw until blood slipped over his fingers. The wounds healed quickly but were only torns open again as the lycan scratched at something that went unseen. Itching and crawling like insects wriggling inside his flesh, even on the outskirts of the dirt pile he used to call home he could hear the distant clamour of the city. The horns in traffic the child crying on the corner, confessions of love and heartbeats and wiggling tongues. 

Alek broke out. Tore through the walls and the guards when he was too strong to be contained, drawn in from a song that came from the forest. Peace. Quiet. The audible sound of a bone snapping punctuated the sparse trees around him, he needed to go, he needed to run. They wanted out, he had to let them out.