If you die, I'm killing your cats. Who: Treat and Tanith (and Eztli and God knows what other furry creatures) When: LATE at night/early in the morning (depending on perspective) Where: Ending up at Treat’s house
Tanith was going to kill Treat. She was probably going to have an easy time of it as well, since it sounded like he was already dying. He’d called her and told her to meet him at the usual, and he’d certainly sounded like he was at Death’s door. But Treat wasn’t at ‘the usual’ – the place they’d designated to meet up for this kind of call. Tanith sighed as she headed outside and back to her motorcycle. She was able to put two and two together. Very likely that Treat had gone after his mark, and just as likely that something had gone horribly wrong. She needed to find him and find out what happened. She needed to make sure their tracks were covered. She needed to make sure nothing could link back to her.
And she should probably make sure he didn’t die, if she had the time. Despite all her bitching, he had made good on one promise – he had given her a night’s peaceful sleep. She still didn’t know how, but she would quite like to figure it out. He’d have to survive for that to be a possibility.
’Just admit it. You’re partial to that one,’ Eztli urged with a twitch of his tail.
“Shut up,” Tanith snapped. “Make yourself useful. That’s what you’re supposed to do.”
‘How?’
Good fucking question. “Find him,” Tanith decided. “You’re capable. You’ve been in his car, you’ve been to his office. Find a trail to him.” Fucking Treat. He’d never told her where he lived. That would have made this a lot easier. She had expected Eztli to argue with her, or at least bother her some more, but to her surprise he bounded off immediately. Eztli had no problem admitting he liked Treat. In fact, he was rather loud about it.
A little over an hour later Eztli had picked up a scent, and Tanith was able to make her way to him using their telepathic bond that she still preferred to pretend they didn’t have. Not long after that, she was pulling into a driveway behind Treat’s car. He had not parked particularly carefully. Tanith pulled a vial of blood out of her jacket pocket, just in case she was going to need to defend herself against anything that could have followed him back. The front door to the house was not locked, which she found to be a bad sign. Then again, she was paranoid. She took a breath, and opened the door.
And was overwhelmed by the scent of cat. "Holy hell," she mumbled, looking around the dark living room. She spotted at least one pair of tiny glowing eyes watching her progress. She looked down to Eztli, who had pushed past her legs to enter the house.
'There's at least eight of them,' he announced, sounding rather intrigued.
"Don't eat any of them," Tanith advised. Eztli huffed. Tanith was less than thrilled with the idea of Treat being a crazy cat lady, but it certainly explained his instant and very obvious soft spot for Eztli. Eztli lead the way into the kitchen, and Tanith swore loudly. "Oh, goddammit," she hissed, hurrying over to Treat. He was covered in burns and blood. She heaved him onto his back, and sent a silent command to Eztli to search the house to make sure they were alone. Eztli was obeying before the thought had fully formed in her head. "Treat, wake up. Wake the fuck up," she ordered. She had vampire blood, and she could use that to heal him - but only if he hadn't been bitten. She began the process of searching his body for bite marks.