{I didn't need to see the shiny CPD badge held up in Red Sox's meaty palm to peg him as a cop, any more than I’d need X-Ray fucking vision to know his free hand was wrapped around the business end of his piece right now, the scent rolling off the guy confirming he was juiced. A wild intensity in those hazels, point blank eyeballing me, betraying that this sitch, finding Tory blindfolded in the car...Nah, this was something more than SOP police business...something that yanked the guy's chain good and tight.. a name floating up to the surface of the male’s conscious thought...Janie...a female...a sister? Yup, this shit was personal..and whatever demon the guy had dancing on his back, it made the human male a loose fucking cannon. Gloved hand slipping inside the leather of my jacket..Cop or not, I wouldn’t hesitate to drop the human to protect Tory. Flashing a chipped front tooth as he opens his pie hole to speak} <<Caldwell Police Department. Detective O'Neal. Let me see your hands>>
*if the drawling male voice hadn't niggled at my subconscious, the name certainly did, that and the tension pouring off the presence on the other side of the car...I recognise it, same energy, threatening, aggressive and I cant keep riding blind any longer, the soft silk of the blindfold tugged down to circle my throat, emerald eyes narrowed, leaning around V with a hand to rock hard, tense muscle, fingers curling into V's shoulder, a mammoth blockade shielding me from the apparent threat of a Detective O'Neal....wild masculine aggression works itself up something good, two males, one human, mirroring a stance that strokes fingers to weapons...and my eyes roll...so much unnecessary posturing, as if the human really had a chance against V. Dodging around leather clad shoulders, my vision alights on the face that matches the name, hazel eyes slightly crazier than last seen but no less familiar without their alcohol glaze...voice soft, the cop already provoked, tentative seeking to diffuse the tension* Butch?
{Butch??? Shooting Tory a bemused look, diamond eyes narrowed, questioning, as I do a double take of the recognition registering between Tory and the CPD officer, the bonded beast prowling along the bars of its cage} What the fuck? You know this male, Tory? <<I SAID, let me see your hands>> {eyes peeled away from her, cranking the heavy weight of an icy stare up to Officer Red Sox as he cuts me off. Like Tory knowing this sonofabitch wasn’t already prodding those base, territorial instincts, a feral growl escaping lips closed in a tight line over dagger fangs, gloved fingers concealed as they close around the hilt of one perfectly weighted blade. Fucker wanted to bait me? His fucking pine box, true. Card carrying member of the Red Sox Nation or not, the cocksucker was so much dead meat. Words growled in Tory's direction} Tory. Stay put, true. This won't take long, feel me?
V....*my voice is low with warning...I'd have to be an idiot not to sense the violent possession rolling from V's body, his muscles bunched, poised to attack, even in the confines of the vehicle and if either one got a draw on their weapons I'd be disposing of a human body, possibly mangled, knowing the brutality of a bonded male protecting his mate...a heavy exhale flutters escaping strands of ebony hair from my face, my hand slipping down to @Vishous_unbound's thigh, squeezing lightly for attention* Dont....dont kill him... *a hair trigger...Butch is on a hair trigger, something riled him up all wrong and he's got it in for my male, his anger palpable, his enmity uncalled for, completely out of the blue...but he doesnt deserve to die for his stupidity and arrogance* V...Butch has helped me out a couple of times...in the past. When I ran into the law with blood on my hands? *eyes wide emerald imploring, fingers digging into the column of your thigh, a quick glance catching Butch's glare* Just dont kill him...
What?! {Meeting Tory’s eyes.. confused..morbid jealousy momentarily clouding the logical process of thought.. totally fucking blindsided at the idea of Tory getting all cheek by jowel cozy with this human male..yeah, I just bet he 'helped' her out..Attention drawn to the bite of Tory's nails digging crescents into the tensed muscle of my thigh, just a split-second lapse in concentration, but enough to swing the odds.. gaze jerking up from her clawed fingers in the direction of a click..and there it was. Fuck! The all too familiar sound of a gun being cocked. Staring down the muzzle trained on me through the window of the Escalade at point-blank range. Not even I could survive a hit that tight and with Tory riding shotgun? No way in hell I was risking her, true} <<HANDS ASSHOLE! And step out of the cah’. Or I put a window in the back of your damn skull>>
No....*threads of sound whispering from lungs that have stopped their breathing, not even a heartbeat in the tense silence, gaze locked on the muzzle of the gun, aimed straight at V....no...Butch's command, laden with a taut nonsensical fury growling a threat my mind doesnt even want to register...fuck...how do we end up on the wrong end of guns? Fucking wired cop is a riot of emotion, bubbling under his skin and turning every move to a provocation V would take up the minute he could...then Butch is done for...and even with me defending him...and believe me, I am supporting him less and less the longer he trains his weapon on my male...it wouldnt help any..not now. Lowering my tone, tamping down fear for growling reasoning* Butch, what the fuck are you doing? He hasnt done anything, you cant just....<<You. Stop talkin’. Out of the car too>>*an arch stare raising the delicate line of my brow, emeralds set to a glare of daggers, my hand on the door* You'll have to back up, or he wont be able to get out without stuffing your muzzle into his face...*and if a slight sheepish flush raises on his skin, it's lost to the slam of doors as Butch backs up and I move to stand beside V...well...more a little in front, a feminine barrier trying to bar Butch's sight from V...no way he'd shoot a female...I hope*
{the muzzle of the cop’s weapon is a cold steel prod, wedged into the base of my neck as a heavy hand clamps down on my shoulder, and I allow myself to be manhandled away from Tory and shoved into a wall, stubbled jaw mashed into the rough brickwork, this human cop's breath hot, prickling the tiny hairs at the back of my neck, his scent an earthy blend of single malt whiskey and Aqua di Parma cologne. <<you wanna tell me what you're doin' out here this time 'a night?>> {cracking a hard smile} Just out for a drive, true. You? Never been on a date, cop? {I swear the human actually fucking growls in my ear as first my right arm, then my left are yanked behind me, neck straining to make eye contact with Tory, heavily-muscled shoulders popping in their sockets as the cop slaps on the cuffs, and he's a real pro with the metal, true. Steel teeth ratcheting tight on thick wrists as he spits angry words in my ear} <<uhuh, brought yourselves some mahshmallows to toast on this little bonfire too?>> {the backdrop inferno of the still-blazing abattoir throwing off almost as much heat as the cop himself as he tightens the cuffs another notch, cutting into flesh and leather ..that's it cocksucker, just a little lower, true.. Just slip off the glove and you'll be the one getting toasted tonight} <<Hate breakin' it to ya, asshole, but this ain't no fucking lovah's lane and you two sure as hell ain’t datin’ >>
Fuck...*muttering curses, my arms wrap my curves in a self comforting embrace, eyes frantic locked on V, pressed to the wall, Butch's hands clicking the cuffs down around my males wrists and that's about as fucking good for my sanity as the muzzle digging into V's skull...fuck...MINE...no-one cuffs him but me...a weird possessive surge rolling the violent growl of a barely leashed Rottweiler into the night air, shimmering with a threat that is too strong for Butch to ignore..his head snapping around, eyes flared wide searching for a rabid canine and faced with me...fuck the past, fuck helping him, he hurt V and memories would mean jack shit...years ago, long past to me, Butch had pulled himself up onto a bar stool, breath loaded with enough alcohol to start his own business and started in on a very well slurred compliment of my person, a drawling, hilariously sweet come on that had incited pity, not hatred, too desperate to be angry at, my simple 'Go find Cherry Pie, Butch, she'll take care of you a lot better than I will...' going unheeded, lost in the haze of drunken lust...I knew how to kill, to hurt...what he wanted...no way in fucking hell...deaf to my suggestion soft lips had taken mine with a Lag laced infusion of hungry pressure...Fuck..I'd toppled him off his stool so damn fast and ran...shit...Diamond eyes were narrowed in a craning of thick neck, piercing through emerald with a stare that I could only meet with unspoken apology* Let him go Butch...
{Oh fuck NoNoNoNo!! you have got to be fucking kidding me!!..the image of that cop's filthy, slobbering mouth on Tory burned like a brand on my retinas..crushed harder into the wall of a building as my body tenses, rage boiling up just beneath the surface, reflected in the questioning diamond gaze that locks onto Tory, willing a denial, voice tight with restraint, mouth distorted, mashed into the brick by the pressure of the gun barrel digging into my throat, pulse hammering a furious beat against the muzzle} You need to leave. You need to get the fuck out of here. Now <<DO NOT LOOK AT HER!!>> {Biting out a snarl.. oookay..sucking in a ragged breath...Now... I am ready to fucking kill... Having copped an eyeful of that drunk make-out session with Tory....shit was going to get real ugly..a sardonic smile curling my lips, biding my time as I allow the cop to frisk my body and rifle through pockets for weapons..Glocks, blades, ammo piling up on the asphalt <<Jesus Christ, You got some ID? Or wasn't there room in here for a wallet, with the thirty pounds of concealed weapons you're carryin'?>> {His voice is like the drone of an annoying insect in my ear..an insect I fully intend to squash.. fuck yes..I plan to look this sonofabitch right in the eye while the life bleeds from his body <<You got a name, asshole?>>
Vishous...his name is Vishous...not asshole...*growls thrumming loud, I've been worked into a tense crouch of defensive female, about ready to kill the fucker myself but with the gun so close, one wrong move could have V's brains colouring the wall...and I kinda like his brains...my fingers caressing the hilt of a dagger...silly cop, check my male but dont search the innocent little female...a mistake many make and my fingers curl tight on the black hilt as the human snarls, riding my hackles right up* <<Do you have a hearing problem, sweetheart? I said stop talkin'>>*boring holes in the back of the cops skull, I wait, for a dagger strike...or the perfect shot*
{A snarl ripping through clenched teeth.. speaking to Tory in that tone of voice? Strike. Three. Motherfucker. SOB got a death wish? I am more that happy to oblige the cocksucker} Tory, please leave. Now. {a tightly growled plea for her to dematerialize to safety before this sitch gets real nasty. Allowing myself to be spun around, bunched shoulders slammed back into brick wall, the pain only fuelling my hatred for this Butch O'Neal, diamond stare a penetrating threat as the cop wedges the gun into the stubbled skin just beneath my jaw, his free hand stripping my black daggers from their holster..I won't need blades to kill him, true. My words are laced with acid} You gonna arrest me, cop? <<Yeah. I am>> What for? {the cop crawls up in my face} <<Let me think. Arson. Concealed weapons..>> Don't forget murder, true. You ever been inside a body bad, officer? <<Don’t threaten me>> Not a threat, cop. {aggression flowing a venomous circuit between this human male and myself, lips pulled into a cold sneer} I'm going to enjoy killing you, Butch O'Neal {the cop's elbow cocks back, meaty hand fisted, ready to connect hard with my jaw...then freezes in mid-air as my lips peel back to bare a set of monstrous fangs} Happy fucking Halloween. Officer.
*A snicker and eye roll escaped at V's words...so cocky, my hellren..but I'm too wound up to enjoy it for long, Butch's fist threatening to bust fangs and his short pause allows seconds to pass in a blur of movement, my Glock making friendly with the cops head, pulled in that moment to kiss muzzle to skull, a chain of potential death channeled through firearms and anger* I'm thinking, my trigger finger is a lot faster than yours...*So calm, the quiet in the storm of murderous intent. No one hurts my hellren, and now I have a hand in this game, my violence is amped up, cranking for freedom, eyes locked on V with a slow stroke down ivory fangs* You gonna let us go, Butch? We havent done anything, you can just...forget all about us...*lulling, hypnotic, my tone reaches for his attention...I need that gun away from V...He'd got in a hit, his stupor at the flash of not so costumey fangs pressing play on the pause of shock, Butch's fist slamming forwards to a chorus of growls, my gun cocked, trigger teased* Do it again and we'll see how your brain looks decorating leather...*and then we're fucked...in a bad way....sirens in the not so distance closing in like wailing shrieks of rolling cages....too close...here...skidding into stops in front of the blazing building...too many...we're fast but if they open fire V and I will resemble colanders more than vampires...shit fuck, motherfucker....trapped, dematting out of the question, there are just too many minds to wipe and that kind of damage control would get fierce shit from the King...Lovely....Butch shifted his weapon a second before I did, letting the gun hang off my finger in a half surrender of situation. I'm homicidal not suicidal and that act of disarming has me slapped up next to V, the bite of metal to my wrist torquing my body in a panicked jerk, a heavy arm pinning between my shoulder blades as the cuffs click closed, manacling my wrists...fuck...*<<Be calm miss...You and your boy get to take a little ride with us...Detective...You ok?>>*I'm zoned, teeth clenched tight, read rights I barely hear and bundled into a squad car...alone...V ducked and pushed into the tight space of another...fuck...the drive to the station would not be fun*
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