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OneSmallFrog

OneSmallFrog

A Goblin
Joined
Jun 6, 2020
Location
Eastern USA
For someone built like Lillian the world had always been a dangerous place, even before she'd realized how strange it was. The young woman was only about five feet tall with a darker complexion and curly white hair that suggested some sort of otherworldly heritage. Her curvy figure was deceptive in nature, easily hiding the well toned muscle below the surface. Most never realized the threat untill the felt her legs connect with their body.

The better part of her life had been spent on the road living a pretty nomadic lifestyle until one of her friends disappeared and she discovered a whole new world around her. She'd really taken to this new life tracking down strange creatures and protecting normal people from them. Honestly it had all been pretty great.

Until today.
She had been tracking a dangerous Demon currently going by Tamiel. They had been wreaking havoc on the magical underworld. The demon didn't seem to care or differentiate between magical and non magical targets. So she'd tracked it all the way to a local abandoned cathedral, she knew a pack of werewolves had been taking up residence here so she was on high alert.

As she crept into the cathedral she could hear the campy maniacal laughter of the demon. She snuck along the beams in silence as the beast monologued at the three werewolves that they had easily laid out across the floor. A cursory glance let Lillian know that at least one was definitely dead. No questions asked. But there was also one still alive, the Alpha, laying at the center of the room barely breathing. That made the trip worth while at least. If she could just save one life, that was all she needed.

While she inched along the banister she hoped desperately that she would be there in time. She tied herself off to the rafter and then she jumped down from the ceiling, landing on the monologuing demon and driving a dagger into it's chest. But that didn't seem to be enough to fully stop it. Though the dagger seared their flesh and caused then pain, it would not be enough to be rid of the Demon.
 
The alpha had smelled the intruder. A human? Damn it. the idiot was going to get killed. Maybe they were homeless, maybe they were just investigating the noises. Jim was dead. The way his body laid in such an unnatural way... there was no way he surived... the other one. Well, he was fairly ceartin Maria was dead too. The way that thing picked her up and sucked... whatever it was. The alpha drew in a deep breath and prepared for his last hurrah. He wasn't going to win, but he'd make this fucker remember him.

He slowly pulled himself up to one knee, just as he saw the human .What the fuck was she doing. Who the hell did she think she was? HE was about to say something when she... jumped.

He saw the dagger go in and the demon recoil in surprise. The werewolf went and tugged the cross off from around his chest and gripped it tight, "Come here you son of a bitch," he hissed as he tackled the creature. He pinned it down, even as his gut bleed and slicked the ground beneath them. He struggled with the creature before finally managing to Jam the four inch long silver cross into the creatures eye. It hissed and spat, bleed ichor from its own wound, the two liquids mixing to form a foul smelling liquid. The were was thrown off and laid where he landed, unable to continue fighting as the Demon stood, clearly wounded and thinking of running.
 
Lillian clung to the beasts back, using her legs and the dagger as an anchor to keep her secure. So she hit the ground with full force as the huge alpha tackled the two of them to the ground. Even as she laid pinned under the weight of both, even while the demon spat and screamed she held that dagger firm, chanting hail Marys the whole time.

When it was finally over the mess had soaked into some of her hair, temporarily staining it, and the Alpha loomed over her bleeding out onto the floor. With a groan she pulled herself out and yanked off the backpack that had she had been wearing.

"If I can get one of you out alive. Then the risk is worth it" she grumbled to herself as she wiped blood from her lips and face.

With adrenaline to fuel her she began pulling out a first aid kit and setting aside several rolls of bandages.

"I know you all have accelerated healing but you won't be able to if everything is already on the floor so hold still" she ordered him in a firm but panicked voice.

She quickly went to work rinsing his wounds with bottled water and wrapping them in cotton and gauze. Lillian might have been small but as she bound his wounds demonstrated the strength hidden beneath that tiny figure. When she was certain he was secure, that his organs weren't going anywhere, she finally let the fatigue hit her. The young woman sat down against a nearby alter and looked the demon over, the cross in its eye, the knife in its chest. It just looked like a run of the mill human now. Some poor sap who'd gone and gotten himself possessed in the worst way.

"T-thought it was weird they were able to get in here. I knew there was no way your pack could have been vicious enough to unconsecrated the land. And last I recall this wasn't a satanic church. This should have been a safe place" she said, panting softly, "but a posession makes sense. Well... Mostly."
 
The alpha lay there, bleeding out as he glanced at her and growled, "Yeah, turns out its hard to heal wounds from demonic creatures... the poison would be enough to kill most anyone else," he hissed at her, "I know what a fucking DEMON is..." he said softly, "I've lost two of my best and I'm stuck in a city, unsanctioned by the vampires, in the middle of a hell of a fucking situation," he said as she moved to patch him up.

He grit his teeth and stared at the woman. he was a tall man, nearly eight feet tall in his human form like this. His shirt was torn and destroyed, and his leather vest was all that covered his torso, showing his physique off quite well. Besides that, he had Jeans that were equally stained in the blood of his friends, himself and the demon. He slowly tried to sit up and winced, "Its gonna take a while to heal from this, maybe a few weeks... I'll be dead by the end of tomorrow night," he snarled.

He grabbed her roughly, but making sure it was gentle enough to let her know he wasn't tryint o hurt her, "My pack came here for a deal. We met with that man, and some dude in a robe," he said to her softly, "He insisted on meeting here, something about being out of the eyes of the vampires..." he hissed before turning and spitting blood on the floor, "THe bastard set us up. This was a trap. He wanted us here... he needed us here,' He said, "Something about summoning... or... werewolf blood or I don't fucking know," he said, "He's still here, I know he is, I can smell HIM," he said to her as he collapsed back onto the ground, letting go of her as he groaned again.
 
Lillian watched him with genuine concern as she looked to the dead demon on the floor. She made a mental note of what had been said and the location.

"You're not dying on my watch" Lillian snaps at him as she works. But he was starting to sound frantic and she knew if she didn't get him out of here they would both be in trouble.

"look the Vampires aren't involved. Their main coven is meeting up town with one of my brothers." It was a loose affectionate term for other hunters not her literal brother "I was only tracking a demon. Who ever is behind this was human or some lesser demon that dosent even register for us it..." And then he was down on the ground. Groaning in pain.

She just gave him a lopsided frown as she walked over and stood over him. She knelt down next to him and pulled his head into her lap.
"Look. Listen to me. I do not fight by charging in headlong. I also just lost all my holy water when you slammed me into the ground. So I need you to get up. If we're going to track this man we're going to do it my way." She held his face in place so he had to look her in the eye, "Which means I patch you up, get you through the night. And we try again. It'll take him time to get his demon back. Maybe a week. And he'll be banking on you being dead. "

Lillian lifted her head to look around the room for any signs of the other man. But whatever evidence he'd left behind was not for her senses to precieve. Very carefully she lowered the werewolf's head to the ground and stood.

"When you feel like you can walk let me know" she said.

She moved to start picking up artifacts and books, shoving them into her backpack to take home and look over In a safer environment. Though she may not have been acting in haste she was alert. She kept a close eye on her surroundings to be sure no one was sneaking up on them.
 
The werewolf looked up at her, "Gotta... stash there bikes... have someone come pick them up... bur...burn the church? I can't have my people... people discovered, by cops," he said to her, "Clean... gotta clean... up..." he said as he slowly tried to get up, "I have no where to go, and I know the vamps weren't involved, that was the point, they didn't know we were in town. It was too soon to get that done, they... he asked for... for our help... my pack purifies lands... cleanses them, we brought him some of the.... the materials we use... and he killed us and took them, the bastard is still... here," he said.

He crumbled again, falling on his ass as he winced and held his torso, "God... god damn it," he said with a wince, "Who the fuck are you even?" he said as he watched her, "You're obviously some kinda...hunter... " he said softly before sighing, "My name is Jack Wilder, my group is Guardians of the Desert Rose," he said with a sigh, "Mystic pack..." he said as he breathed heavily and wincing, "And.. and don't forget... to... to burn these folks up... can't... let there bodies fall into the wr...wrong hands," he said as he began to fade slightly, "I can... I can walk out of here, I can follow you home, or something," he said to her.

He struggled to get to his feet again, wavering this time but managing to stay on them as he looked around the old ruined church, "A fitting place I guess," he said to her, "My pack mates lost there lives in pursuit of killing the un-natural, a good way to go I suppose, but I'm not done till I kill the bastard who did this to them... and I'm not talking about that demon," he said to her.

He wavered a moment before sighing, "Think you can help hide this for a bit... I don't want anyone to see it, give me time ot clean up... I can have my guys here in three hours to pick up the bikes and the bodies," he said to her softly, "Otherwise, I'm not leaving there side till this place is either burning or hidden with magic or something," he said to her.
 
Lillian was listening but she was already fast at work. The woman was a professional. What likely looked like frantic and distracted rummaging was her looking for supplies.

"Hell has hounds and so does heaven. That's why we usually try and give your the benefit of the doubt" she said as she crawled into a cubord. She returned with a stack of moldy but dry hymnals and tossed them to the side.

When he repeated his demand she just frowned at him, "I heard you the first time. Look those bikes... How much do you want them? Cause those gas tanks will make for a pretty decent explosion that'll mask any evidence we do leave behind. Plus an explosion of that caliber is likely to look like the demon succeeded."

She dove into another set of cabinets and retrieved an old bottle of sacramental oils. She held it above her head triumphantly.

That's when she finally stopped and looked him over and really started to realize what he'd been through. Her expression softened as she walked over to him.

"I'm Lillian Prescott. I'm a hunter. I'm part of a small group of hunters that tries to keep the peace. We only kill when we need to. Half of us aren't human either." She tries to reassure him, "actually got called in by an informant in the police. This" she offered him the glass jug of oils. At least a gallon. "Should be enough to get a pyre started for your friends. I'm not going to just leave them there. But I'm not going to be going after that man right away. If you can smell him and track him. Then all I need is you." She says firmly, "It would also be better if we caught him unaware and out of his element. If we fight him on his home turf. Or we try to chase him down right now. He has the upper hand. What ever he was doing. He did not succeed. He will try again. And then. You will get to rip his head from his shoulders when he least expects it."

She thrusts the oil at him again to punctuate get statement, "now. Give them the rites they deserve. Tell me where their bikes are and I'll get them in here. We'll keep yours as a get away ride. Sound good?"
 
HE paused as she explained. Use the bikes as fuel? That was an idea. He didn't want the bikes traced but chances were they couldn't if they blew the place up and collapsed it on TOP of the bikes. Hell, if they had informants then some evidence could go missing hopefully. Keep things buried. He'd have to report to the Vampires that this all went down though. He grit his teeth and sighed as he nodded at her, "Last rites,' he said to her softly as he went to the bodies and began his ritual.

The process took long enough for her to get the bikes inside, after digging out keys and handing them to her. Soon enough the whole place was ready to go up and he sighed, "As alpha I can't leave till the job is done. And..." he paused, "And I... I need revenge," he said gritting his teeth as his fists balled in anger. He drew in a deep breath and sighed, "Good bye you two, rest in peace," he said finally to the two bodies as he left with her and set off the impromptu bomb.

He got to his own bike, still shaky and wobbling as he sat down on the chopper. It groaned under his weight and leaned to one side as he winced and nearly fell over before letting out a sigh, "Its no fuckin' use, I can't drive this thing," he said before pausing and looking at her, "God... you take good care of it," he said tossing her the keys, "I'll be sitting... on the...the back," he said panting a little. He was still exhausted, and more pale than he had been before. The poison was working through his system.
 
Lillian took the keys and bounded off to go find the bikes, letting him have his time with the bodies. She wasn't one to intrude on that kind of thing. She had little trouble handling them and had them out and leaking gasoline onto the floor before to long. She left them parked over by one of the support pillars and piled the old Hymnals up around them for added fuel as she made loops around the cathedral to act as the fuse. When she saw he was seated safely on his own bike she just flashed him a grin.

"Oh you are so fucking lucky I actually know how to drive one of these" She called to him as she hurried over. She hopped onto the bike fitting easily between him and the handlebars and then she struck a match.

She lit up a makeshift Molotov that she'd made with some extra sacramental oil and flung it into the building through a busted window. She started the engine and leaned back watching for that burst of flame that would signify the gas finally catching. And When she saw it she began pushing the bike out into the open with her legs. A feat in and of its self.

"I'm sure I don't have to tell you to watch the weight you throw around back there. You're really heavy and the last time I drove a guy around he was half your size. If we crash I'm blaming you" She cautions him, "Try to lean out of turns not in. I will spin out if you don't."

She said all this and then she peeled out into the street like she'd been riding this bike her whole life. In fact as the pulled out her own ride was parked right next to the cathedral. She blew it a farewell kiss as they passed. It was just a little red ninja, quiet enough and small enough for a girl like her to handle it with relative ease.

What Jack would never see the fire blazing across the floor in the pattern she'd left, burning a protective celtic knot around his pack and the alter of the church where they had left the demon's vessel. It finally ended at the pile of molding hymnals and then...

They were three blocks away when it finally went off. An explosion that rocked the surrounding buildings and sent a nice pillar of smoke and debris up into the air as lights started to come on around them. But by the time people actually started looking into it they were a safe distance away and the church was a raging inferno. Lillian could feel the man behind her starting to loose strength from the poison and she made haste, heading for a nearby parking garage. She followed the ramps all the way to the top where she'd parked her main vehicle. A green pickup truck with a silver air stream camper attached to the back. She pulled up alongside it, parking the chopper next to the truck. The small woman's nerves had started to show now, she scrambled off the bike and into the camper. She came out with a huge first aid kit that also seemed to include several silver crosses, holly branches and a few iron nails.

"Jack!" She called out as she handed him a knot of rope "Bite down okay! I'm going to patch you up. I've got anti-venom. Holy water, the works!" She says as she started to unpack the kit.
 
He gripped onto her as tight as he could as they drove off. The woman knew what she was doing. She was full of surprises it seemed. He let her take him with her, feeling something stirring inside him and he knew what it meant. He cursed quietly to himself as the realization set in. There was no way in hell this woman could be... unless she was. Fuck.

He held onto her, lost in his own mind and even missing the explosion as the poison seeped into his body. He felt weaker and weaker till they got to the little camper van that acted as her base apparently. He let go and slid off the bike, moving over to the wall of the parking garage and sliding down it as he let out a whimpering groan, "Fuck me... this isn't how an alpha should be..." he paused and turned his head to the side, hacking up a thick red blood like substance that was more the texture of mucus. His eyes tried to focus on it and he groaned, "Corrupter... demon..." he said to her.

He watched her come back out with a knot of rope and some other things and he raised an eyebrow, "You think I need something to bite down on?" he said to her bitterly, taking the knot and tossing it aside, "And don't be afraid of scarring, I ain't some fuck boy you patch up after he gets a boo boo from a boogey-man," he said to her, sounding more bitter than he might have meant too. He grit his teeth as he waited for her to begin, and as soon as she did, his fingers dug into the concrete floor of the parking garage.

He growled as she started to use her tools on him, feeling the stinging and burning as she drew out the poisons. He cursed and gripped the ground, eventually tugging a chunk of concrete out of the floor, and then squeezing it till it broke. A few tears dared to roll down his face, but even as they did, they basically only made lines through the grime and blood that coated him. He took what she was doing and when she was finally finished he exposed his now damaged hand that had hunks of concrete stuck in it from when he crushed it. He looked her dead in the eye, and growled a single name, "Simon..." before he simply passed out and went limp against the concrete support column.

Simon of course was his second in command. The man would need to know what was going on. His phone was still on him and Simon was listed as an ICE number, so it wasn't hard to find. Whether or not she'd call and warn them there alpha was wounded and in her care was up to her though. Surely that wouldn't be a good plan, right? Who knew what they'd do. But when he woke, he'd probably call them anyway... so what would she do?
 
At first she half a mind to shove the knot of rope right back in his mouth. But she didn't have time for that kind of bickering, it wasn't for him. It was for her, to spare her ears and keep their location a secret if he cried out in pain. But for all his swearing and general destruction of the parking garage he was quiet enough that he wouldn't draw to much attention. Or at least not the curious eyes of those living near by. When she was finished with him and he finally lay passed out on the asphalt she sat there. Watching the slow breathing of the man next to her.

Lillian stood up and started to drag blankets over him to keep him warm and help with any shock that might set in. She could do a lot of things but lifting him and dragging him into the old camper was not one of them. While she was covering him up she patted him down, taking his phone and wallet. She pocketed twenty bucks muttering something about a finders fee, and started scrolling through his phone. Eventually she found the name he'd told her. She stared at it dully and then reached up to run her hands through her hair.

"Fine. Fuck" She grumbled as she took the remainder of any cash he had on him and dialed the number for his second in command, holding the phone to her ear as she tucked the liberated dollars into her back pocket. As soon as the other side picked up she answered, cutting them off.

"Hi~ This is Lillian Prescott calling on behalf of a young man going by the name of Jack? I found him injured and he asked me to call this name before he passed out." She chirped in her best customer service voice.
 
The phone was answered quickly and the man on the other side started just as quickly,' Boss? Thank god I was worr..." he stopped of cousre when she cut him off and there was a paniced squeak from the other side. Silence set in for a few moments before he spoke again, "Alright, listen up lady, I want you to... uh... if you can just put him inside somewhere, he'll be fine, can you tell me where you're at so we can send someone? He likes to get into fights and stuff and... uh... yeah, some times he... losses those fights. I promise he's tougher than he looks though, so if you just put him in an alley way and cover him up with some... towels or blankets or some shit, we can give you a reward for finding him."

The man hesitated, "Okay... listen..." he said softly, "This is... kinda important," he said, "The man... does he look... sick at all? You said he was injured and he told you to call me? What... where are you? You at a hospital? Can you get him to.... okay bad idea, don't go to a hospital, come on Simon... think," he said quietly and quickly.

The whole while she was talking, Jack had begun to mutter and sputter. Simon apparently heard and was delighted, "BOSS MAN!" he shouted, "Oh thank god, put him on... give him the phone, give him, hand HIM the phone lady!" he shouted.

Jack turned his head up to her and raised an eyebrow, "Fuckin'... spirits... life mate.... some... little feisty..." he said as he tried to tilt his head up, "That...simon I hear? Tell him to calm..calm the fuck down and...not...to to send anyone. Prepare to defend the... the cove," he muttered as he shifted his weight a little, "Tell him...found the... my pack.... soul... tell him I found my thingy," he said slurring his words before slowly trying to stand up, "Get inside..... this your place?" he said as he struggled to stand up straight.
 
Lillian let Simon talk, letting him get it out of his system. There was barely room to get a word in edgewise.
"I'm like Five zero. I'm not carrying him anywhere." was all she got out in that conversation.
When Jack started to talk and Simon heard him she just held the phone out and away from herself as he shouted frantically.

"Okay look. You need to calm down. I actually have this pretty well under control. You're leader is in good hands, better hands than any hospital. Look he says he found his thingy" She pauses as Jack speaks and frowns at him. She points to the Camper, "Yes please. Go inside. Straight to the back there's a bed that should fit you." She says waving him on, She turned back to the phone in her hand, "He says you have to be prepared to defend the cove. Someone is looking for werewolf blood for a summoning. I need you to call in any members that are currently on the prowl. I don't want to hear any bullshit about machismo or defending your territory. This is about safety. Not of just your pack but the people of this town. Do you hear me." Her voice was firm and commanding, "Say yes ma'am."

She started cleaning up the area around her. "I travel in a green pick up. Your bosses bike will be in the back. I'm currently on top a parking garage, but we're going to be on the move as soon as we can. So You won't find us there."

She was tossing her belongings into the front door of the air-stream and dragging out some 2x4s that she was lining up with the back of her truck. She propped them up and started to wheel the bike up the ramps.
"Look. I gotta go. I gotta get this huge as bike into the back of the truck. Simon. He's in good hands. I promise."

With that she hung up and tucked the phone in her pocket. Lillian pushed the bike up into the back of the truck and started securing it into the place with bungee cords.

When she was done she climbed back down and headed inside behind Jack, she kicked her first aid bag to the back of the room.

The Mainstream camper had a pretty standard if vintage interior, the bedroom was separated from the rest of the cabin. She'd gone with a green, gold and cream decorating pallet and a boho theme. This was her home. A few succulents were currently sitting in the sink for their own safety. Vintage style carnival posters plastered the bedroom walls. Most of them were unimportant but the three framed ones featured Lillian sitting on a hoop swing, a motorcycle cage of death, and a woman in a gold outfit reading fortunes. Her bed was plush and covered in pillows and cheap quilts she'd gotten from some wholesale store.

"You comfortable?" She asked him as she looked him over. She finally looked genuinely worried, it had finally started to set in. Her hands were shaking as she gripped the door handle of the bedroom door, "You need to rest so I'm going to move the camper to a more discreet location and make some calls of my own."
 
The wolf man grumbled as he slowly nodded at her, understanding what she was saying. He stumbled his way to the truck and got into the back, moving straight to the bed she had told him about. He paused, stripping his soaked and disgusting clothes off before stepping into the small bathroom area. He moved straight to the shower and started it up, cleaning himself off and letting out only a small yelp of pain as the cold water washed over his new wounds and bandages. He grumbled as he cleaned himself quickly before getting out, naked as the day he was born and crawling onto her bed.

Meanwhile, Simon had begun taking notes. He replied to her with Yes Ma'ams and No Ma'ams and whatever you say Ma'ams. When she was finished and hung up, she wouldn't see it but he apologized and responded with a goodbye ma'am. Something that drew looks from the others in the bar with him. When he finished he texted her a few things and got to work doing as she and her boss had said. No machismo, bring everyone back in. Someone wanted blood. Werewolf blood. And they didn't need to kill, or at least that's what he was telling the men. Blood on a blade was good as any to put a curse on them. Exaggeration but it did the job well enough. Boss was safe though, that's all that mattered for the time being.

Meanwhile Jack had settled into the bedroom, he pulled a blanket over himself and left his nasty clothes on the floor of the bathroom. He mumbled a bit as he looked over the walls wearily. When she walked in he paused and raised an eyebrow, "W...what calls?" he said softly, "The... the vampires... I can talk to them... when I'm feeling better, they don't... don't know about me... yet, they didn't know we....we were doing a deal in there territory... it'll... it'll start a war, Please... no one needs to know, I'll call my contacts and talk to them tomorrow... when I'm awake," he said as he moved a bit under the covers.

He hesitated a moment longer as she looked just as exhausted, "Come here," he said as he sat up right with a groan, "I got something I need to tell you and its not...gonna be easy for either of us," he said grumbling. He sat up straight as she came closer, eyes locked on her as she got closer. He hesitated a moment, "Uh, sorry, I took a .... a shower, to wake up... to rub one out, rub out the tiredness, rub it... jesus fuck, I'm sorry," he said putting his head in his hand, "Fuck this, I'm bad at dancing around the point anyway, I think you're my soul mate," he said to her. He stared right into her eyes after saying, and just sat there, waiting for a reaction.
 
"Don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm not stupid. I'm calling my people. They need to know as much as yours." She scolded him as she stood there looking over his phone, she was forwarding texts to her own phone.

Lillian walked over as he asked, she'd been about to sit down on the bed and then he'd started talking. About her shower and she pulled a confused and concerned face as she tried to make sense of what he was saying. Her green eyes met his as he spoke, wide and a little scared.

"Let.. me.. get this straight. You jerked off in my shower. First off, wow. Okay. You're definitely the first man who's confessed to it. " Up till this point she'd been holding his eyecontact but she closed them as she pinched the bridge of her nose, "no. Sorry. Second. Anyway. You jerked it in my shower and now you think I'm your soul mate"

She gave an exausted sigh of disbelief, "look it's been a long day. You wouldn't be the first guy who fell head over heels after meeting me, or the first who thought he loved me because I saved him. Shock, medical shock by the way, does some shit to your brain. You start thinking all sorts of weird things. Just rest for now okay"
 
The man snarled, "That.... I'm not in love with you, I'm your protector. I have... listen, its not like that. Werewolves have bonds. Some times its familial, or romantic or anything, I'm not... IN LOVE with you, and I didn't jerk off I meant I needed to get the shit off of me. I was covered in blood still! Most of it wasn't even my own," he growled at her, "Christ all might, this is fucking... involoved," he said as he put his head in his hands, "You and I are connected on a spiritual level, I felt it when you first... started doing things to me. And touching me and all that crap," he said.

He slowly moved a little closer, "I'm not... this isn't some kind of shitty joke, we were's are born, and there are some people on earth, we have connections with, outside our packs..." he said to her, "You are one of those people. you are.... I owe my life to you for saving me first off, but secondly, there's a lot more going on here," he said bitterly, "I would greatly appreciate it if you took this whole sitaution seriously," he hissed at her, "Because joking about me jerking off like some lonely teenage boy in your bathroom isn't exactly a good look," he said to her.

He laid back down and shivered ,"You... you have... some connection to my tribe, I dunno what it is yet, or how but we're gonna have to find out before this whole thing is done... I just know..." he said as he pointed at her, "That you... and.... and us... you're not a werewolf, so I don't know what the connection is... you're not a spirit healer either... you don't use magic," he said as he let out a groan and put a hand to his head, "Can I have my phone back please? I need to discuss some things with Simon," he said softly, "I take it he listened to you?" he said.
 
Lillian frowned at him, "look I legitimately thought that's what you meant! With your word choice that's what it sounded like! I'm sorry. I'm legitimately sorry" she says the last apology in a softer voice, "look I believe that you believe this and take it very seriously. And I'm fine just rolling with the life debt angle. But I haven't got some secret past or anything. I use knots in my work but that's about as magical as it gets. So I don't know what you're looking for." She says.

Reaching out she takes his hand and places the phone in it. With a heavy sigh she just stands up, "I'm not gonna fight you or refuse help. Because I need it right now." She says quietly as she stands up, "Did you use all the water or am I good to wash up in the kitchen before we get moving?" She asks.
 
He hesitated ,"I didn't use that much water, the pressure was lower but not gone, you should be able to shower, thank you again," he said to her softly. He settled back. That was a shit show and a half. ANd on top of it he was lying at this point. That spark he felt when he saw her... she was the only one for him. And he knew it now. Of course telling her the two were meant to be together would sound crazy especailly with everything going on. He 'd just have to stick around for a while.

He shivered a little as he scooted further onto the bed and pulled up some of the blankets as he shivered, "Take us wherever you need to go, I need sleep," he said to her as he closed his eyes, "I can barely stand to think right now... the shower woke up and sobered me up but.... yeah, I need rest," he said softly as he turned his back to her and closed his eyes.
 
Lillan nodded as she headed into the shower to clean herself up and tend to her own injures. The woman had been hiding it the whole time but she'd cracked a rib and busted her head in the fight. Her own thick hair had been enough to mask the blood, blood that she still had had to wash out along with the demon ichor and the other man's blood. As she sat there rinsing her hair and dressing her wounds she thought over the events.

Sure there were folks in her old camp that weren't human. That was a pretty standard affair with traveling shows fairs and carnivals. It wasn't like her parents had taught her any of this though, it had all been at the hands of woman with Djinn blood in her veins. Originally it had all been for self defense within their caravan, but it had come in use out in the real world too.

After a little while she stumbled out of the shower in a loose fitting tanktop. Her hair had been wrung dry of most of the water and hung in messy clouds of curls around her head. She'd bandaged her midsection and forehead. Smelling of honesuckle and lavender she meandered through the Camper for sometime as she finished cleaning up and securing everything.

The door shut and she was gone. Outside the truck engine rumbled to life, an old diesel engine, and the Camper started to move. Things rattled and shook as she wound her way through the grarage, sometimes feeling like the whole thing might topple over. But eventually it evened out and only the occasional pothole and the hum of the tires beneath the camper were the only sign it was even moving. She didn't drive for to long. She pulled into a special RV park and hooking everything up so they would have fresh water and power.

Then she finally rejoined him in the camper. The Door opened and she could be heard shuffling around in the front of the vehicle. Pulling out a second bed and getting settled as a few lights came on up front. There Lillian sat resting with her phone out, texting her compatriots and trying to get more information on what they were dealing with.
 
The rocking and moving of the van helped him slip into a soft sleep. The naked man snored a bit in her bed, mumbling this and that to himself as he rested after a hell of a fight. He didn't even see what had happened to her. He tossed and turned, mumbling and groaning in his sleep before stirring again. He heard rumbling outside. The car had moved. He could smell it.

He blinked his eyes a few times to try to wake up before slowly stumbling to his feet. He was still naked. He heard a noise from outside and paused. Listening to her voice he figured whoever else was out there wasn't quite happy. He heard there voice raise and the hair on the back of his neck prickled as he let out a growl. He grabbed a towel and tied it off around his hips, before making his way to the door as he heard shouting.

THe half naked giant man jumped out of the RV, snarling and waving his fists. He tackled the first person closest to poor Lillian as he growled and snarled and bit wildly.
 
One of Lillian's friends had come by to check in on her and bring some extra supplies. They had gotten into a bit of an argument about her safety and keeping strange men in her camper.
Lillian was about to prance off into the RV and leave her guest to their own devices when Jack had wrenched open the door and come out. Half naked, no... mostly naked. Only a towel wrapped around his waist. She watched in horror and then amusement as he tackled her guest to the ground.

Jack had barreled into probably the only person she knew who could have taken that unharmed. A young man dark skin and hair cut close to his scalp. He'd been dressed like your typical biker punk. The two men hit the ground with a thud. The other man just growled back, his eyes flashing from brown to a firey gold.

"LILS! Get your dog me off before I light his ass up!" The man snarled as he held Jack's Gaze. He'd only lifted his arms to hold Jack away from his own body.

Lillian just laughed and grinned cruelly at the man on the ground. For a moment it looked like she might be up to no good but she dropped the bag and hurried over. She wrapped her arms around Jack's waist and pulled, "Jack! Hey! That's my brother! please. Get off. He's here to help!" She begged him.

There was strength in her grip but not nearly enough to move the huge man. The man on the ground did nothing but snarl back at the other, though he made no move to attack his body head had started to rise notably.
 
Jack got off quickly as he glared, "Right, Brother... another hunter," he said sniffing the air before turning his head and spitting on the floor, "Great, just what we need," he said as he glared down the man, "Whats he gonna do? Get stuck by the demon so we can go in and kill it?" he asked her, "I'm sorry to tell you this but I'm not exactly willing to put my hands in some mystics hands," he said with a growl.

He paused, "And yeah, I know the stench of magic when I smell it. You smell like burnt body hair buddy," he said with a grunt as he took a few steps before falling to one knee, wincing, "I think some of my bindings might have gotten loosened in that whole... situation," he said to her softly.

He sat himself up and moved to seat himself on the steps of the camper. He glared at the man as he shifted his gaze to her, "So why would you think we need this man's help? He seems to think he can run your life," he grunted, "What does it matter who she takes as an ally?" he asked the man, "You seem to question her wisdom, when she's managed to do quite well tonight without your apparant guidance," he said glaring at the man, "And call me a dog again, and I'll show you what a mongrel would do to you, so you don't confuse me and one again, of course,' He said gritting his teeth.
 
As Jack climbed off him the man dusted himself off, he was sturdy and seemed none the worse for ware. Sure he was shorter than the werewolf who had tackled him, but it seemed like most people would be. He'd been mostly okay until the insinuation that he'd just be useless bait. He bristled with anger and stepped forwards, "First off. I was invited. It's called a fuckin debrief. So sorry I don't take fuckin kindly to Lil's shacking up with some str- ."

Lillian cut him off by stepping between the two of them, "Both of you need to stand the fuck down." She jabbed a finger at Jack, "You! Stop jumping to conclusions. You seem to have forgotten I also managed just fine despite you. I asked him here because that's what we do. We're family. We trade info and supplies. He's running clean up tasks for you lot and making sure the Vamps don't discover any of your pack." She snapped at him, "he is concerned about my well being. Because he is my family. My pack. So stand down."

With an exausted sigh she looked Jack over and walked over to start checking his wrapping. The other man stayed a safe distance away with his hands in his pockets. She'd silenced him and he seemed to know better by this point.

"Andre was helping me track the demon and it's summoner from the start. Tamiel is a real Jack the Ripper type. So you can imagine he'd be worried about a woman tracking it down." She says as she starts to fix Jack's bandages, "he's a little abrasive but he's good people."

The man, now identified as Andre just nodded, "I've been running recon all night. Covering the tracks of your pack so the Vamps wouldn't notice. " He said flatly, "Also I ain't a mystic. I mean not in the sense that I asked for this bull. So don't even start with me on that. Lils you explain what the fuck you were fighting and why yet?"

With another exasperated sigh she just shook her head, "There hasn't really been time to do so."
 
Jack listened ot the two before they got ot the bits he truly cared about. He let out a sigh as they asked about the demon, knowing she hadn't been there to see how it was formed. He grit his teeth before speaking again, shaking his head slowly, "The thing came out of a.... fowl smelling hole. Green light, he used rotting meat to summon it, and... body parts, rotting body parts...' he said, "The man who was possessed? The bastard was dead when we first saw him, no heartbeat and smelled of death, I'm assuming he was animated using... something," he said to the two.

He took a deep breath, "The things claws... I mean, you saw it, they caused festering wounds... and when it grabbed...." he paused, "When it grabbed my pack mate... it breathed something on her... like a cloud of buzzing flies... they went into her and came back out... glowing... and then she was.... gone, dead," he said softly, "I think it literally sucked the life out of her," he said. He shifted uncomfortably, "It... recoiled when it grabbed at me cause of my necklace..." he said, "The one that I lodged in its eye... and the creature... it spoke in Latin, the first thing it said was..."

He paused a moment, thinking hard before slowly spelling it out, saying each syllable softly, " Ecce pallidus et qui sedebat super carnem dedit,"

Once he had finished he shook slightly, and put a hand to his wound, wincing as the bandages seemed to simply rot away on him, and the wound looked as though it had been re-infected. He cursed, "Right... words of.... power and all that,' he whimpered, "The bastard wa...wanted blood from a pack of weres.... and... an artifact.. but... but we didn't bring the artifact... we left it in the... the cove,' He said softly as he held his now festering wound and whimpered.
 
Andre listened intently to what the werewolf had to say, "Cloud of flies, that's not Tamiel then. That's one of Beezelbub's cronies using their name" he said thoughtfully as he started taking notes, "honestly as fucked as it is Beezelbub is gonna be easier to deal with. Dumb fuck has seals and shit we can use against him. I'll talk to some folks and get you the information you need."

Lillian nods in agreement as she leans in to start looking Jack's injury over, "Then we'll head to the cove for the time being and run defense. " She says. Looking over Jack's wound he was looking better and also some how worse, "ah you went and opened it right back up. C'mon I'm going to have to glue it shut and dump a ton of holy water on it now." She scolds him as she pushes Jack. Wanting him to get up and head inside, "you're worse than a cat. Lucky for you Andre brought me hospital grade supplies
 
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