Jekyll and Hyde

Wrath’s head turned with Gemina’s, staring at Mary with the same disgust he had in his eyes for the other, not because he hated her just because once his face turned up like that it was hard for him to change it back. He stood, taking the clothes from her and nodding. “Anyone with half a brain would keep silver bullets in their gun if they kept a pet vampire around.” He scoffed towards Gemina, smirking a bit. He wasn’t modest like Sloth and in front of all three women and without warning, he took off his robe, using it to clean himself of the blood as best he could, and then changing into the clothes he’d been given. He didn’t try to stay covered or even make an effort to turn so they didn’t see absolutely everything.

When he was finished Wrath turned back to look at Mary and scoffed. “Are you stupid or do you not listen? Get me wine. And fetch some cloths and water, your mistress is filthy.” He leaned against a nearby bedside table, doing his regular trick of pulling a cigarette from the air and lighting it with his fingertip, rubbing his temple with the long inhale. “We have to get the blood off of you so Sloth thinks you’re alright. If I leave before he sees you again I’m never going to get him to stop crying.” Another drag, ashing the cigarette onto the floor like an animal, and a sigh that encroached strangely into growl territory. “Shut up. She’s fine. You have to wait.” He muttered, again rubbing his temple. “I didn’t… I didn’t hurt her on purpose. I gave it to her just like you… no… no I… Sloth please be quiet I can’t hear myself think.” He leaned his head back, closing his eyes. “Where’s my fucking wine?!” He finally shouted, it was easier to keep everyone inside quiet if they were drinking.

Truthfully the two women didn’t care. They’d seen hundreds of men naked and hundreds more would be had, they imagined. Really only Mary reacted, raising a brow as she looked over. Her impress was over however, when he snapped at her. Sneering, and readying herself to shout at him. The only thing that stopped her was Gemina’s wheezing as she sat up, flailing one of her hands towards the other woman. “Alright, alright!” Mary snapped, grabbing her Madame’s shoulder to force her back to the bed. “I’ll get his damn wine and you stay right there. Fuckin’ hell.” She made a clicking noise with her tongue before giving Wrath a dirty look and leaving again to fetch what he’d requested.

“Don’t talk to my girls like that.” Gemina finally spoke up again, growling at him. “They have no quarrels with you.” She licked her lips, tasting the dried remnants of wrath’s blood. The taste was incredible, but she didn’t dare ask for more of his assistance. For another taste. Whatever pain she was feeling was beginning to dull, but exhaustion was settling in ten fold. Her eyes drifted closed as she listened to him ramble to himself like a deranged loon, but his shouting jerked her awake enough to make her produce a squeak.

“Oh… I’m sorry… did you think I was asking?” He mocked, hardly even flinching at the pain of her bite, staring down at her for a moment. “Drink.” He repeated, fully forcing his wrist into her mouth and holding her down with his other arm. “And while you do remember this.” His teeth gritted, eyes sharpening and a scowl plastered on his features. “I saved your fucking life. I am not bound to this bullshit deal you made with the others. I owe you no favours and no bonds.” His grip on her tightened, arm forcing harder against her, the kind act of giving her his blood feeling much more sinister than it should.

“If I wanted to I could rip you apart right now, leave you to die on this fucking bed, and I would not lose one wink of sleep over it. The only thing keeping you alive is the fact that Sloth asked me to help you because he seems to have a liking for vampire cunts who make him kill people.” He moved closer to her, hovering over her now, close enough that when he spoke spit hit her face from his lips. “He wants me to stay until you are healed. He wants to make sure you’re okay. So that is what I will be doing. And if you have a problem with that then you can try your best to make me leave. Now…” he finally let up on her, moving back a bit, taking the arm off of her that was holding her against the bed. “Start coming up with a plan to make him feel better.”

She might have shrieked were it not for the wrist forcefully shoved into her mouth. The fear in her eyes blended easily with her anger and it was clear she was at least trying to push him off, but the injury to her chest made it impossible. All she could do was give in and allow his blood to flood into her mouth. Gemina stared up at him, tears willing up in her eyes, and flinching as he spat against her face. 

Her mouth was stained with his blood by the time he pulled back, allowing her the freedom to inch over. She didn’t make it far though, collapsing back onito the bed. “I brought your clothes..” Mary’s voice made Gemina’s head snap to the side. The two women made eye contact before Mary nodded knowingly at her. “These should feet you better than.. Well, your robe.” She handed Wrath the clothes before turning to Gemina, watching as some of her chest was already stitching itself together. “You’re healing far slower than normal..” She commented under her breath before shifting to look at Wrath. “You removed the bullet? Did it happen to be silver, by chance?” 

“Eir-Eire…” He struggled, shaking his head and giving up. “Rena… I’m-m Sloth.” He rocked in his chair a bit, looking around the room, he hadn’t been to the cabin in years, most of the time they were here something bad was happening and he wasn’t allowed out. It wasn’t just a place for Envy to capture his prey, it was where they went when Wrath killed someone, or Gluttony overdosed again and they had to detox, it wasn’t really Sloth friendly so to speak. “M-m-mum was sick.” He finally responded. “W-we didn’t h-h-h-ave medicine like w-we do n-n-n-now. Now she’s in h-h-h-hell with Father.” He stood up after that, walking around, touching some of the furniture. 

“Forget-me-n-n-nots are pre-pretty.” he hummed a little, “I’ll as-ask Envy if he-he-he will get you s-some. I’m n-n-not allowed to u-use the money o-or we could just g-g-g-go get some t-to plat ours-selves.”

“ It’s… it’s really nice to talk to you Sloth. I’ve heard a bit about you already, “ Eirena found herself instinctively going into a softer and kinder tone with Sloth. Perhaps it was the way he sounded so nervous or the fact that he genuinely seemed just as lost as she felt. Eirena watched him for a moment before she rose to her feet, making her way to follow him.

“ I… I’m really sorry about your mother. I know it must have been hard for you to… see and feel all of that. My sister is very ill too, so … I know it’s not always very easy to watch. “ The woman offered up a gentle pale hand in comfort, not wanting to force any touch with Sloth that he didn’t want. Instead, Eirena only watched as he touched the furniture, exploring the cabin.

Wrath loved every single excruciatingly pained noise that erupted from Gemina,  even if they were not much but blood filled gurgles, and eh was still riding the high of ripping into her by the time he’d made it back to the brothel with her in his arms. He smirked at the scream, following behind Mary far to casually as she tittered about and asked useless questions. What did it matter who did it? What would this little woman do about it? Ugh, she was quite annoying. 

He laid Gemina down onto the bed, a bit softer now that others were watching, and finally turned to acknowledge Mary. “Mr. Hill, right before he splattered his brains onto the wall… I had to open her up to get the bullet out.” He responded gruffly. It was hard to talk, Sloth was crying hysterically inside of them, begging for Wrath to help her, fix her, do the one thing Wrath did not want to do. “Fine.” he whispered, finally giving in just so that Sloth would stop. He took one of his very sharp nails and dragging it along the vein of his own wrist, blood spilling out as he sat on the side of the bed and lifted it to the vampires lips. “Drink.” His whole hatred of vampires started because they spent so much time trying to get blood from him, demon blood had healing powers as it was and the half human thing gave it some sort of appealing quality to vamps. At the very least it would heal her as much as regular blood, and taste delicious… or that’s what he’d been told. He turned to look behind him at Mary, cold black eyes staring right into her soul. “Get me wine and proper clothes. I’m unfortunately staying for a while.”

“Son of a-..” Mary looked on the edge of breaking down. “Hold on, Mina, we’ll-..” Her voice cut off abruptly when she saw Wrath’s arm move over Gemina’s mouth, the blood dripping steadily onto her lips. She fluttered her eyes open, brows pinching together before stubbornly lifting her head up to swat at Wrath. Mary snorted at the action, but her pitied amusement at the situation was ended rapidly by Wrath. Gasping quietly, she tensed and nodded – suddenly realizing Gemina wasn’t the only inhuman in the room. “I-.. Of course. I’ll fetch you Mr. Thorne’s clothes.” 

Two shots. Even through clasped hands he heard them loud and clear. Tears welled in his eyes and he began to shake, he couldn’t bear the idea of looking, he just couldn’t. It wasn’t until Gemina shouted that he dared to open his eyes. No. No no no! He did this! This was all his fault! She got hurt because of him! The demon sobbed, scurrying to Gemina, practically falling down on the ground next to her as he cried out. “Wrath! Please!” He was begging, scared, he didn’t know that it wouldn’t kill her, how could he know? “P-p-please! I d-don’t know h-h-h-how to h-h-help!” He was looking up as if Wrath was god and he was praying.

Wrath had always looked after Sloth, ever since the beginning. He loved him more than he loved anything else in this world, his love was so strong that it overrode his hate for vampires, and particularly Gemina who had bound them in this contract. The tears stopped flowing as quickly as they came, and the vampire was scooped up into the demons arms. No matter the struggle he would get her out of here, for Sloth. “Stay still.” He grumbled, voice low, angry, as Wrath tried to get them out of the unfamiliar house as fast as possible. “Stupid vampire cunt best not die…” Wrath whispered under his breath, escaping out the back door and down the street, ducking into a dark ally and then looking around. “Where do we go? I can’t teleport other beings.” He wanted to kill her for what she’d made Sloth do, to smash her head into the concrete until it broke open like a watermelon, but he resisted.

Each attempt to comfort Sloth was muffled by the increasingly darkening crimson that she coughed up with every breath. She could only sit up, braced by one arm as the other clawed at the wound in her chest – desperate to get the bullet free from her lung. It would figure Hall would spite her one last time. When Wrath was called upon she looked on in panic, knowing she couldn’t defend herself. Not like that. So the moment hands were on her she was thrashing as hard as she could, which in the arms of the demon was not much. Blood seeped onto the robe and his chest, staining him as he carried her from the house. 

The demon laughed, shaking his head. He ordered another drink for himself, and one for the man beside him, before responding. “Darling, I’m very well over a thousand years old, I’ve been to these types of places plenty.” He chuckled, lifting his glass to the other before shooting it all back and tapping the counter for another. Gluttony sighed a little bit, leaning back a touch and swiviling to face the stranger a bit more in his chair.

“It is however my first time at this one in particular, I didn’t even know it was here…. I don’t spend much time with other non-humans anymore. I get bored of the weird immortal drama.” Another laugh. “I didn’t even know I’d stumbled upon a meeting ground for our folk until I walked in and smelled all the supernatural hormones.” He offered a softer smile now.

Over a thousand? Talk about aging gracefully. He wondered if he’d look that good even at one hundred. He raised his brows and nodded, not hiding the impressed look on his face very well at all. “I would have never guessed.”

“But I get what you mean…. It’s uh… something else.” He rubbed the back of his neck, his hand slipping down to play with the pendant on his necklace. He sure knew first hand. “I just find it hard to find a place anywhere, as human as I look. So I just hang around here. The live music was all Jackson’s idea. I wasn’t sure how it would go. But here I am. People seem to like what I do. Definitely a nice change from other jobs I’ve had.”

Michael took a drink, deciding he’d pace himself the rest of the way. He was only allowed so many anyway.

The cabin was surprisingly nice inside if not a bit old. It’s decor was vintage, it had lots of light in the daytime because of the large windows, and the logs it was made of made it constantly smell ever so softly of pine all over. It wasn’t huge but there was an open enough floor plan that it didn’t feel claustrophobic inside. Pride spend a lot of time maintaining and decorating this place in the late sixties so it was almost so out of style that it was stylish again.

The demon pulled a chair out for her at the table before taking his own seat, sipping at a cup of coffee, pouring her some juice and generally just watching her eat like a weirdo. At least he knew how to cook, he’d been alive for a thousand years if he hadn’t learned by now that would have been wildly embarrassing. “Tea. I can do that.” He nodded, making a mental note to get as many types as he could so she had plenty to pick from. “There’s a garden out back, it needs some tending to but I’m sure we could get it in better shape and maybe even grow some things. It’s almost planting season.” It was odd when he spoke like a normal human, acting like this was her home and not a prison.

“ You… have a very nice cabin, “ She noted, looking around the room again. It smelled nice and everything seemed well taken care of. Some distant part of her mentioned that this wouldn’t be a horrible place to be trapped in - or at least it could be worse. But Eirena quickly brushed that aside. That wasn’t how she should think. That was only giving up.

Cautiously, she lifted some of the food up to her lips. Eirena would admit that it was well made - even if she worried about any food that came from him. Then again, he hadn’t acted violently towards her since the initial kidnapping. Gingerly taking a slow sip of her juice, Eirena tried to calm her shaking hands and pounding heart.