hopechess (hopechess) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-08-15 12:09:00 |
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Chess Scott
Chess and Kay were getting out of the house -alone- this time. It seemed they needed a little space from Jean-Auguste, much as Chess liked the guy, even he could only take so much, especially when it was interfering with his sex life. That would just...never ever do. Plus, he really knew if he was going to stand a chance surviving this tour he was going to have to get back out in the world and stand on his own two feet for more than digging graves. Maybe having Kay at his side wasn't exactly standing on his own two feet but damn it he couldn't do it otherwise. He probably couldn't have even walked out into the hallway and down the elevator. Baby steps for Chess Scott. They were in Kay's old beat up mustang and Chess was fidgeting with the radio and he heard his own song, The Secret Goldfish. The announcer said it was at 15 on the charts. Chess shrugged and had half a grin he tried to hide. He wasn't number one but he was on the damn chart and that counted. His bank account was already filling up and he'd yet to check the balance and his tour hadn't even started. He had too much on his mind to realize what was going on with Chess Scott the icon versus just him, the boy that lived with Kay. That was starting to be the only guy Chess remembered or heck, the only guy Chess was starting to even want to be. He changed the channel as he said, "I'd not take 5th. The traffic always sucks at this hour."
Kay Wilde
Kaydence drove his car as usual through Boston with the occasional sideways glance in the musician's direction, watching him fiddle with the radio, recognizing the song that was playing a few moments after Chess, a little, lopsided smirk playing on his pale lips as he glanced once more over in the other's direction as they announce where it currently stood on the charts. "Yeah I wasn't gonna take fifth." He replied with a shrug, checking over his shoulder rather than using his far too dirty to possibly be helpful side mirror before he veered the car off to the right and around the corner, choosing to take the back streets instead, the streets he knew better than he knew himself. "So why the secret goldfish?" He finally asked, not because it had been nagging him but rather he'd wanted to ask since the day jean had asked him, it was just one more way for him to mess with the little baby angel if he knew the answer and he still didn't.
They were in Boston's warehouse district, the night making the streets utterly deserted when it happened. There was no one around, the roads were empty and the sidewalks void of pedestrians and suddenly out of nowhere there they stood, seven men right there on the road directly in front of them. Kayden's foot hit the break so hard out of automatic reaction that the pedal hit the floor; the car screeched and squealed the back tires spinning out slightly as the entire vehicle jerked to a standstill so suddenly that the pressure of the seatbelt against his chest had the younger male gasping for air. The shock didn't last though, one good look at the seven figures bathed in the headlights of his mustang their eyes reflecting the lights like that of a deer stunned in the middle of the road and he knew who they were, what they were, well at least one of them. He'd recognize that face anywhere, the face of his former night doorman, the face he'd tried to kill, the face of the vampire that had taken him to court and locked him away inside of that psych ward for three long years.
Suddenly Kayden's heart was hammering too fast inside of his chest, the smirk on the vampire's face enough to have him realizing that the fucker could hear it too but despite the shock, despite the fear there was also rage, a pure and utter hatred for the figures in front of him. He wasn't breathing as his hand subtly slid across to glove department in front of Chess, popping it open and reaching inside to pull out his glock and a small cardboard box containing homemade wooden bullets inside. The glock, the wooden bullets and silver bullets were the first things Kaydence had learned how to make once he'd been on the outside again and he dropped both items right into the musician's lap, unblinking eyes not once leaving the seven standing and leering in front of the car. It happened so fast, all in the blink of an eye only Kaydence hadn't blinked at all. In a move too fast for the human eye to see, his ex-doorman was no longer in front of the car. The driver's side window gave way with a shatter spray of glass that flew right into Kay, the sharp shards cutting exposed skin before that pale cold hand reached inside, grabbed him and pulled. The seatbelt gave in with a loud snap and tear of fabric as the redhead's body was dragged right out of the broken window, the entire car rocking with his sudden struggle.
Chess Scott
"Oh. Um." That threw Chess off. Kay never actually asked much about him anymore if he wasn't down in the dumps about something. They'd gotten to know one another when they first met but most their interactions even living together so intimately were usually about tragedies anymore, how to get through the day to day, or just whatever they were doing to NOT think about anything. Kay watched and listened when he played in the house. He did notice that much about Kay even if he pretended he wasn't. It almost seemed strange to have him talk about it. Music was a pretty intimate thing to Chess and they were lyrics he'd written. "It's something David Copperfield wrote about a boy who wouldn't share his goldfish with anyone, not even look at it, because he bought it with his own money. He thought it should be only his." He shirked his shoulder because it was getting to the sentimental part of his meaning for the song, "The song's about Heartbreak. Heartbreak not meant for anyone else to see." He looked over at Kay then with one of his softer smiles. Then he said a certain lyric, "Heartbreak is forever" He closed his eyes and shook his head and turned the radio back to catch the end of the song. The last line was "But nothing lasts forever" a very contradictory line. Then Chess stayed silent and just looked out the window with his hand on Kay's leg.
Then the next thing Chess knew he could barely hold on, his body had sling shot forward whiplashing his neck making his head looking like he was nothing more than a bobble head doll on a dashboard. "FUCK" he said as he tried to regain himself, but when his eyes rolled up he saw what Kay saw but had no clue who this guy was but by the way Kay was acting he knew it was bad.
The weaponry and ammunition fell into Chess's lap and he was scrambling his hands around the best he could to try and load without be too conspicuous taking Kay's hint on the casual lead. But, then everything just happened way too fast and his body shook as Kay was suddenly yanked from that car's window faster than he could blink. The whole interaction was a mere blur to the human's eyes, but he certainly saw Kay was gone and there was little more than shattered glass left in his place.
Chess's face's muscles constricted and the most serious expression the male had possibly ever had fell over him as he loaded the glocks with the wooden and silver bullets not sure what he was dealing with and shoved all the loose ammo in his pockets. This was possibly a mistake that could cost them, but he didn't know. He just knew it moved damn fast. Then jacked his door open to run after and find his partner. "KAY!" He called out looking for him, but everything was so damn dark and the whole place seemed vacant. "Kay" He called out again. He put his left arm up, glock in hand, as a level to his right arm which he held just over it, taught and tight, finger on the trigger, staring down the barrel as he took each step slow and cautious. "Kay? Answer me Kay?" He kept saying as he investigated the darkness.
Kay Wilde
It was almost impossible to see anything once they were in the shadows, the bright beam of headlights making the shadows of the street seem impossibly darker and by the time Kaydence reacted, by the time he realized what was happening he was in the alleyway between two warehouses, his breathing heavy but unheard over the idle of his mustang's engine. "You got me fired Kaydence, but not only that, you tried to kill me, I thought they would have held you in that padded prison for much longer than they did but would you look at that, here you are, it took me a while to find you again, you have no idea how many times I saw you walk by without recognizing you, you never did seem the type to lose weight and dye your hair blood red. I must say. I do like it. Let's see if I can get the color of your skin to match." Kayden was only half listening to the creature that still seemed to like the sound of his own voice, he was barely paying attention to him, his eyes were on the silhouette that belonged to Chess, gleaming right there in his headlights and right there, surrounding him were five other vampires standing idle, observing as the sixth of their group closed in behind the musician. "BEHIND YO-" His shout was cut off by gargled noise, sharp fangs ripping into his throat but Kay had lasted this long alive and damned if he was going to give that life over to a the fucking vamp that had put him behind white walls.
The pain in his neck was excruciating but his anger was worse, it was enough to let him keep his head on straight, enough to let his hand slip unnoticed into his pocket while the fucker fed on his neck, enough to have his fingers grip his switchblade. He wasn't thinking about consequences as his arm snapped up, his grip firm as he sank the blade deep into the vampire's throat. It wasn't enough to kill him, Kaydence knew that but it was enough to have him let go and the redhead didn't waste a moment in counting his blessings as he sprinted back to Chess, his hand taking the second glock from where the musician had it shoved down the back of his pants, small lacerations and glass sticking from his cheeks and his hands, blood pouring from his neck as he turned around, face set, eyes dark, aimed and fired at the closet vampire. The wooden bullet hit dead on target, piercing the creatures dead heart, the sound of his agonizing scream cut short when he crumpled to dust.
Chess Scott
Chess didn't know they were dealing in more than one even until the moment he instinctively turned at the sound of Kay's voice, trusting and reactive. He spun and his eyes widened as he fired his first shot at the hoard of vamps standing like they were in a gathering till Kay's call. Then they flocked him like the predators they were. But, Chess's shot hit but not center target. He fired into a group and it shot through two of them but it wasn't the kill shot. It was only enough to slow them down, giving Chess the small window where he turned to run for Kay. He came out to get him and he wasn't leaving without him. By this point though Kay had gotten loose and was right next to him pulling the glock from out of his pants where he always kept it at the small of his back and within seconds Kay had destroyed one. It was the first moment Chess realized these were vampires. He was working with much less information than Kay at that point. But, now he knew. He knew it was more important to hit the heart every single time. At that point they could have been more demons for all he knew. It seemed all the vampires had retreated to the darkness and were masterminding their next move or surprise attack because suddenly everything was silent and empty again. Chess slammed his back to Kay's so that they were back to back, a great position to stay in so each could have eyes in the backs of their heads. "You ok?" He asked because he'd caught sight of the blood. But, his gun was still pointed and at the ready. "Fuck our luck" He said ever on alert.
Kay Wilde
"Fine." Kaydence gasped out, his breathing heavy, his stance strong despite his spinning head, his back leaning maybe just a little too heavily against the musician's. "Tell me you loaded them both with the wooden bullets in the box." He rasped out, holding his gun in one hand, an extension of his arm that looked as though it belonged there, his free hand pressed tight against his throat to try and stem the blood flow. It was quiet, too fucking quiet and it had the fine hairs at the back of Kay's neck standing on end. "Chess..." He whispered out, already knowing the vampires would hear him either way. "...There's a shard of glass in my leg to your left. Pull it out and cut yourself with it. It doesn't have to be deep just enough to bleed. They know me, they're used to my blood, yours should send them into frenzy." They were outnumbered and when it came to speed and strength they didn't stand a fucking change if the vamps coordinated their next move, having them in a blood crazed frenzy was the only chance they had, the vampires knew it too, no sooner had Kay spoken the words, hazel eyes moving and piercing slowly through the darkness did one come out of hiding, he'd barely stepped a foot forward before Kay fired at him, he just missed though, the bullet instead embedding deep into the creatures shoulder making it shriek with rage as another rushed them from the side. If some sense in Kay hadn't seen him coming, if he hadn't ducked just in time he could have no longer had a hand or a glock.
Chess Scott
Chess heard the fine, barely gave a nod for acknowledgement. "I didn't know." He whispered through his own raspy breathing. "It's mixed with both. Every shot is Russian roulette. I'm sorry." He said leaning hard back feeling like he needed to just to hold Kay up the way he was leaning almost scared to part like something could slip right through the middle of them. He could see his breath like fog as he exhaled; the silence was its own loud echo. But, Chess didn't hesitate on the directions given. He made two moves then. He shoved his hands in his own pocket and snagged a few bullets not knowing which kind they were and no time to stop and find out and shoved them into Kay's back pocket.
Second he put his hand down at Kay's side to feel for that glass and once he felt it, cutting his finger even doing that, pulled it slow, the slight squashy wet noise following the yank. But, the moment it was free he lifted it and was holding it too tightly in his palm, survival's adrenaline not letting him feel he was splicing his own palm yet, but then slashed his forearm deep enough to hear the drop spat to the ground upon the first gush of blood the chink sound of glass followed shortly. Then in came that vampire that Kay shot back but it wasn't over.
This is when Chess's world got turned upside down literally. Something grabbed his ankle and flipped him completely upside down hanging the musician in the air with his supernatural speed ready to taunt before the feed. Feeling the unearthly speed right after gashing himself was a strange rush of pain and disorientation but even upside down Chess wasn't going to give up. He'd fought for his life too hard to lose now. He pointed that glock right in that vamp's face and fired. Chess went splat to the cement ground but popped up quick in a scramble of desperation. He turned his head to see the same one coming right at him in a leap and this was the moment all Chess's ninja roll practice actually paid off and he tucked a shoulder and ninja rolled causing the vamp to miss his target. This roll left Chess on one knee and one foot planted with his two arms taught and straight and his face full of the eye of the tiger as he blasted it right in the heart this time, the same short-cut scream burst into dust.
But, by this point Chess was empowered with his first kill and he took that planted foot and pushed himself up to a standing position and the boy looked Hollywood ready, sweaty hair swinging in the direction of his turn, gunning for blood eye still staring down his barrel just daring something to come near him, all out daring them.
Kay Wilde
Kaydence knew exactly what he was doing when he'd asked Chess to cut himself, he was making Chess the target and he hadn't even thought twice about doing so. He also knew the moment the musician cut himself enough for his scent to waft through the surrounding streets because they came rushing, five of them all at once. Kaydence wasn't even properly back to his feet when he spun around and fired again the moment Chess was lifted from the ground, he was firing two shots now, one after the other, not willing to take the risk of hitting a bull’s-eye and not having the right bullet. There they were, two humans fighting vampires that were practically fighting each other to get to Chess, it was exactly what Kay had hoped for, with them preoccupied with Chess he could easily get the shots he wanted and he wasted no time in doing just that. Three more vampires went down, adding to the piles of ash that were scattered around them, in total that brought them up to five dead, only two left. No sooner had the thought occurred to him did Kaydence look around, hand reaching into his back pocket, pulling out the bullets Chess had put there, fingers moving in a hurried blur to reload his glock but his eyes only found one vamp, standing in front of Chess, transfixed, hungry and definitely not the vampire he was gunning for.
That stone cold hand came out of nowhere and gripped Kayden's left wrist but all he felt was the chill, he didn't feel the pain of the broken bone that followed, his head swinging around to face the vampire who held him, the same one he'd met all those years ago. Their eyes locked and suddenly there was nothing but white noise in the younger male's mind, the words of the vampire echoing, a whisper inside of his mind. "Drop the gun Kaydence." He didn't, he stood there for a good few seconds looking as though he were about to but as the vampire leaned in to lick the blood still spilling from the wound made upon his throat Kay rounded on him and fired a bullet right into his motherfucking face. He watched the vampire let go and stumble back, he was laughing, that sick dead fuck was practically in hysterics and Kaydence was seeing red, blind with rage and utterly murderous. "What the fuck do you want now? It wasn't enough for you that you had to completely fuck up my life the first time around?! That I have to see your motherfucking face every time I fall asleep?! You've lived what a few fucking thousand years and yet you keep coming back to make my life hell!" He was screaming at him now stalking the vampire as he backed up, watching that bloody face start to heal itself and fired another shot in the creature's stomach and then his leg, watching him fall to the ground, oh Kaydence didn't want to kill him yet, with every fiber in his body he wanted him to suffer, he wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything his entire life. "Surely I'm not the first one to fucking try. You're gonna live for a million more fucking years if I let you so why not just leave me THE FUCK ALONE!" He fired two more shots into the vampire then, he had one bullet left in the chamber but he wasn't counting, he didn't even notice the four more vampires that crept out from the shadows and enclosed upon himself and the musician. His eyes and his attention were fixed upon the vampire on the ground in front of him, watching him laugh despite the agony he had to be in, that smile a burning brand into his memory, those words ringing in his ears despite the fact they were but a whisper. because you see. We have a connection Kaydence, we have from the moment your mother let me feed on you the first time; why else do you think you draw every single one of my victims? Do you see them, Kaydence? Do you see what I do to them every night when you go to sleep? I bet you do, even if you don't remember it. You want it don't you? You want to be the one that's making them scream..."
Chess Scott
Yeah that wasn't really working for Chess Scott. By the time he'd ninja rolled himself into daring the whole world to come at him he saw his Kayden over there having a freak fit on that vamp and the verbal exchange between them was enough for him to catch on to what was going on between them and he really didn't want to steal Kay's thunder on this one, but as Chess's eyes caught 4 fucking more coming out of nowhere, it was just time. That and Chess Scott did never did put up with bullshit when it came to who might be fucking Kay over. He proved it with more than once in their past as he came out swinging. Chess pivoted and stamped his foot into a wide legged stance, pointed, turned his wrist to flip his gun to the side for a steadier aim and fired. The kill shot was direct through the vamp's back and through his heart. The dust of that vamp blew up in Kayden's face. But, right through the fog as it barely cleared, connected with Kay's eyes, hard. Whatever that was...it was over. But, Chess yelled, "Get up, now" And Chess's arm's flung back up pointing the barrel of his gun directly at Kay. His eyes were widening on the vamp behind him, but as Chess was focused on the vamp coming for Kay he failed to realize there was one coming for him, right behind him too.
Kay Wilde
The dust exploded over him, all over his face, down his throat and in his eyes momentarily blinding him. He coughed, arm coming up too late to cover his eyes, instead he wiped them on the sleeve of his jacket, that same arm holding his glock. God he was mad, he was furious, there were answers he wanted to get out of that fucker, there were things that Kay wanted so badly to do to him that it would surely send him to hell but he didn't care, he'd wanted that bastard to suffer, he'd wanted to hear him scream until he ripped out his fucking vocal chords with his bare hands. It was a side of Kaydence no one had really seen before, that murderous bloodlust, that darkness that had always been there, hiding away deep within his soul finally bubbling to the surface. The vampire behind him was smart, Kaydence had no idea he was there and he kept so directly behind him that the only way Chess could possibly shoot it was if he shot right through Kay but as his vision cleared the younger male's eyes cleared he lifted his gun right at Chess and fired directly at him, the bullet just missing the musician's ear and landing in the face of the vampire behind him just as the one behind Kay lashed out, sharp fangs ripping the wound already on his throat larger.
Chess Scott
Chess's eyes were widening anyway at the sight of that vamp coming behind Kay. He didn't have a good shot and hesitated. Before he knew it his eyes widened that much more as Kay aimed right at him too and fired fast. Chess trusted Kay and even as fast as this moment went by the thought still raced through his mind there had to be one behind him too. It was all so fast but so were thoughts and even if Chess should have turned around and finished the one behind him off, just turned to see at all if Kay got his target, (he knew Kay was good shot - and that meant Chess was taught by the best shot he'd seen in all his gun buddy years - even Chess's shots seemed steadier when under pressure) all Chess could see or think then was what was in front of him. Kay was wounded to begin with and pissed Chess off enough. He was already survival-adrenaline pumped, their lives being threatened. But there it was a full scale visual of Kay being attacked/hurt and Chess Scott's whole body just changed again. Within all of 2 seconds his eyes narrowed and this focus came over him within a deep breath through his nose and a scream that was practically a war cry and he ran directly at Kay and that vampire with all the might he could summon and charged right into them knocking all three of them to the ground, which might not have been possible even then if the vamp wasn't so focused on Kay's blood they're strong. But he did, he barreled them right over and crashed hard on the cement.
The fall left them all on a mish-mash pile of bodies, but Chess was so focused on what he was doing even that didn't faze him. During the fall he'd brought his arm back and pistol whipped that damn vampire right in the face, but he didn't stop with one. He was beating it bloody, disfiguring the creature to hell and back, breaking every bone its blood sucking mother fucking face. Crimson splatter splashing all over he and Kay both. He needed to stop though. That vamp wasn't going to be unresponsive forever and Chess managed to realize this about the time he felt its body move underneath him. He pulled his now blood covered gun back and point blanked him right in the heart. He shot. Nothing happened. Damn wrong bullets still in there in the mix. The thing was still grabbing at him, the vamp's sharp nails gripped tight at his leg and Chess fired again and the sucker finally went up in smoke, the body disappearing from under them causing him another harsh fall to the concrete below. Still with his gunning and now bloody game face on he turned to look at Kay, eyes with nothing but fire still in them.
Kay Wilde
The hard fall to the concrete that caused the vampire to latch onto him that much tighter, fangs finally releasing before sinking into the other so far unmarked side of his neck was enough to bring Kayden's senses back into the land of the living, the fall caused a pain so great that he nearly blacked out shooting up along his arm, originating from somewhere near his left wrist, the bone had almost been completely snapped in two to start with and what it looked like after the fall he didn't even want to know. He was stuck, half under Chess and half under the vampire now grappling to try and reach the musician but his slightly unfocused eyes were on the three vampires all surging forward. There was no way to describe them as Kayden saw them, most creatures, most beings supernatural or otherwise all had true, physical forms of themselves that Kay usually saw right off the bat, vampires though, vampires where different. They were...terrifying and they were very much dead, the only thing keeping them alive being the blood they ingested. "Chess..." He gasped out through gritted teeth, eyes on the three coming right at them; his own glock had fallen too far away for him to reach but it didn't matter he was out of bullets.. "If you know how to pray then I suggest you do it. You've only got one shot left." Even with blurred vision that he had to blink away he still reacted for the musician's glock, prying it out of his hands and took aim at the closest vamp. He was covered in blood, both his own and that which had sprayed from the fallen creatures face, his voice weak, the right side of his throat bearing two dripping puncture wounds, the left another set alongside an open, deep and gaping wound that spilling dark liquid, soaking his clothing and there was also the cuts, the lacerations and the small shards of glass from the broken window that were still embedded in random locations all over his body. But Kaydence wasn't thinking about that, he wasn't thinking about the fact that he couldn't feel or move his fingers, that his left hand just hung there, that the bone that should have been part of his wrist was threatening to break through skin and in places already had, instead he watched the vampires come closer, breathing heavily, waiting until he had a definite kill shot before pulling the trigger.
Chess Scott / Stacey, Jean-Auguste, & Jules Charbonneau
Chess never really prayed. Sure he knew the mechanics of it but he never earnestly tried to make a phone call to God. But, he sure remembered Jean-Auguste, Stacey, and Jules telling him all he had to do was call. Another thought flashed of Seiji telling him Jean had turned into his "callboy" and he'd come a running. Chess saw more of those vamps coming and his thoughts went there. These two humans weren't going to be able to keep this up forever. What the Hell? Did he bring his whole coven with him? Chess started to pray and he prayed for them all. He didn't know how to talk to God so he prayed to who he did know, who did trust. He didn't care who showed up at this point but if Kay even knew when they needed some damn help then it was bad. It really was as simple as that though. They all heard it. But, it was Stacey that showed up first and she showed up battle ready. She looked like something straight out of Xena the Warrior Princess too, completely armored in female sexiness too, shin guards, helmet, shield and all. And she didn't hesitate to attack on sight either. While she was putting on a show only an immortal with no fear and Bruce Lee moves could put on in the middle of vamp after vamp seeing a new target on the field Jean-Auguste showed up and started running to Kay and Chess on sight. He was armed with blade in hand and had every intention of just poofing them both right out of the area but there were just so many he couldn't get all the way to them before he was jumped. Jules to the rescue wasn't going to hear a call and not answer.
He showed up third accessed the situation and stamped his way through it all and headed right for Kay and Chess leaving his children to fend for themselves. He grabbed them both pushed them together and said, "Stay close" But something very intense was in Jules' eyes as his blues met the hazel anger in Kay's eyes. He had something very important to communicate here and he needed to know Kay could handle it. They both knew Kay's reaction to magic but Jules always saw the bigger picture unlike his barely legal children. "I can shield you. You'll still be targets like bait. Keep them coming in the area. We can take them all out." Jules knew if he transported them out the vampires had not reason to stay and they would keep coming back for revenge another day. If they kept going they could wipe out as many of Kay's aggressors would show up. But, could Kay's body handle a magic barrier around them long enough to do it? Or would Kay even care to wipe them out, leaving Chess there any longer? More gambles, more risks, but Jules looked confident in himself. He needed confidence from Kay. Any waver of thought and hesitation and Jules would vanish them in the blink of an eye. He knew it took spirit for life to endure pain.
Kay Wilde
Kaydence knew the moment they came, one by one the moment they arrived, even if he'd had his eyes closed and his hearing cut he would have known, he felt it just as surely if not more as he felt his own blood trailing from his neck, it was a tingle in his skin, a hum in the air and a throbbing in his temples. He watched it happen, watched the whole scene unravel before him, the picture perfect presentation of a drawing he'd thrown out on the trash a year ago, it was like watching a movie play out, there was that same disconnection, it was real but it didn't matter because Kaydence had already seen it before, a tine ago when it hadn't made sense, when he'd thought he was a complete and utter nutcase. The more angels that came the more vampires that flooded the streets, yes, it was an entire coven but no, that one vampire hadn't brought them all with him, they resided in Boston, Kaydence even knew some of them better than he would like to admit and he knew they'd all felt it, the moment Chess had put the bullet through their leader, that was why they were here, why they kept coming. It was so familiar, watching those vampires that seemed to step from the very woodwork of the buildings that Kaydence just stayed there and watched, that anger, that darkness not once disappearing from his eyes but he no longer felt a part of it all, he felt like he was staring at a picture and then suddenly his vision was obscured by a face, the one face he really didn't want to see at that moment. He glared right back at him. "Any chance for an angel to get a few battle scars." he snapped out, his voice taking on a new, evil quality but it was his agreement, his giving of permission for Jules to do just what he's suggested, besides, it wasn't like he wasn't already in pain and it wasn't like either him or Chess could get up and keep going, oh he would have loved that, he would have loved to show a few of those vampires exactly what he thought of them but the simple fact was that he was out of bullets. Without a weapon, he was useless; he was mortal and unfortunately human.
Chess Scott / Stacey, Jean-Auguste, & Jules Charbonneau
Jules got the word from Kay and it was all out war. Jules had his own game face. People always thought of him as the pristine little glamour boy but this was a man who was the main power behind pride of the Nazi’s causing global genocide. Excuse him for taking some time for himself after fighting the world, then turned around and fought the very demons of Hell he fought the world for. Jules was no joke even as only an angel of half-blood decent. Jules reached in his pocket and bent down with a piece of white chalk and drew a fast circle around Kay and Chess both. He was chanting out in Latin as he did it making a couple small symbols just inside the circle. "Stay inside" He glared sternly. "Force field up." That stern look connected with Kay after looking at Chess. "Don't step out. He'll follow" as if he could tell something about Chess as a stone cold fact and he did too because of his empathic powers. He could feel everything the boy was feeling. He didn't wait for a response though he felt them coming behind him, every angry vengeful emotion in each vamp that surrounded them. It had been a damn long time since he'd been in this situation. And the last time it happened he was a demon. It didn't matter. Jules saw the blood lust frenzy around him and he was all action. Vamp after vamp went up in flames. Their screams shrill and loud. Chess would see nothing but vamps suddenly screaming for no reason, but Kay could probably see it all if he was able to watch at all. Jules was messing with their minds making them think they were on fire causing hallucinations and also casting illusions all over the place. But, not only that, Jules had split Naruto style into several of himself, clones, making an entire Jules' shaped army, each equipped with stakes and each on the killing warpath. The fire distraction would cause enough slow down for the angels to make their moves and stake them while they faltered. Jean-Auguste was fighting like a mad pit bull needing to tear each body to shreds before he went to the next. The kid still had a lot of anger and his aggression was coming out here. Stacey on the other hand went for fluid clean strikes and would efficiently turn to kick ass all over someone else. It all wasn't perfect win. There were close calls and beat downs of the angels too, but on a whole the angels were taking bodies out. In the meantime Chess had turned around to face Kay, yanking his shirt off and trying to tie it around Kay's wounded arm like a tourniquet. He kept repeating are you okay over and over in such a way that he might have kept going even if Kay answered. He was getting frantic.
Kay Wilde
Kaydence didn't need to be told when whatever the fuck it was that Jules had put around them was finally in full swing effect, as the angel circled them drawing and chanting Kaydence felt the throbbing in his temples increase, and once it was finally up and running, magic, not a good given miracle, magic like the kind Jean-Auguste had nearly killed him with trying to put it around his house Kaydence felt the pain right down to his very bones, it shook him to the core, it was enough to override every other injury he'd so far received. He wasn't aware of when his body went down, when he'd hunched over on his knees, his body completely folded, face and forearms resting against the ground, uncaring of the dust remains of the vampires he was getting covered with, his breathing becoming so heavy that it was erratic, completely out of control but it was the pain of Chess tying that shirt around his wrist that finally tipped him over the edge. Sounds, voices, screams it all blurred into one mass to fuel the pain that rocked through him, the familiar trickle of blood running from his nose and just like it had that day at his house the flow didn't stem, the blood didn't clot. He'd practically fed two vampires already that night not to mention the injuries he'd sustained and the nose bleed was at that moment the very last thing his body needed to try and cope with when his head felt as though it were on fire. He couldn't think, he couldn't see and he couldn't breathe but he found himself wishing that they still had one bullet left, it didn't matter what type, it didn't matter what kind, any one bullet would do. Any bullet to the head would make it stop.
Chess Scott / Stacey, Jean-Auguste, & Jules Charbonneau
Kay didn't answer. Chess knew it was bad. He knew it was so very bad as he saw that blood trickle down his face from his nose, the way he clutched his body like he were ready to keel over just die. Chess's breathing was getting heavier as he watched Kay and held Kay. He looked down at the chalk circle. Every fiber in his being was telling him to either reach out and mess up the chalk barrier and scuff it out or drag Kay right out of it. The worse he got the more panic built up and Jules could feel the intensity of it even in the middle of all the chaos he was causing himself. That kind of emotion always stood out among the rest. It was the emotion martyrs were made of. "Kay please? Answer me." Chess said one attempt to see if Kay had any inkling of available coherent thought left before he made his own decision on this one ready to pick his ass up and go for it. Jules knew it and he shot the feeling of Chess's own emotions right to the heart of Kay so he could feel it himself. This was more of Jules body tweaking and hopefully wouldn't hit Kay too hard as magic, but more a power. Jules didn't need to be a mind reader to know what those feelings were thinking and if Kay was able coherent thought at all he'd know what Chess was thinking too. But, Jules covered his bases and shot his own mapped recollection to Chess of where he was feeling emotion from through the whole area so that Chess wouldn't run out blind if he did it. He'd know where the vamps were hiding. Of course if Chess did make a run for it Jules would be on him quick to transport them both, but right then in that moment Jules was a little too busy dealing with the vamp that had its teeth buried in his thigh. Jean was clueless to what was going on with Jules and the humans and was just still mauling vampires but Stacey had Jules' same gift and felt everything that was happening. She was forming her own plan.
Kay Wilde
Kayden's thoughts, his feelings everything had become one mass of incoherency but he felt it, that feeling that belonged to Chess that was shoved in his direction, he felt it like a slap to the face and a gunshot to the chest. He couldn't respond to Chess though, he couldn't tell him not to do it, not to run because words were lost to him, his teeth clenched against the magic's attack on his body and were in no worry to unlock themselves but it wasn't just that. Kaydence couldn't tell him not to do it because at that very moment he would have done anything, he would have given anything to make it all stop. His breathing hitched in his throat and stayed there as he forced his body to move, his right hand finally releasing the tight fist hold he still had on the glock only to come up and find the musician's hand where he was holding him and he took that hand, gripping it so tightly that if he'd been anything other than human he would have broken every single one of Chess' fingers. It was all he could do, he couldn't open his mouth, he couldn't answer him, and words wouldn't have even made it out through the screaming that would unravel him if he did so.
Chess Scott / Stacey, Jean-Auguste, & Jules Charbonneau
Chess felt the map of vamps and got the message loud and clear. He thought that was encouragement to tell him he was needed to do it and was being helped along the way. Chess felt Kay's hand and that was it. Decision made. He got to his feet and yanked Kay up from his stiff pained couched position, dug his shoulder up and under his chest and picked Kay up over his back. He was a mother fucking monster at that point made of determination and guts alone. Even his bar fighting brute strength only strong enough on adrenaline alone to make this happen. He looked down at the chalk, took one deep breath and went for it. He was gonna run away. He did run away. Something in him even in that moment was wishing he was really running away like they always wanted. God what Chess would give to be able to be running to real and final safety and not just some temporary place waiting for their next run of bad luck to find them. Angry wet eyes teared as he ran too, angry at the whole freaking world. Stacey was gone. She was in the middle of a stake through the chest when she felt Chess make that decision, all his emotions bubbling to the surface. That's why Chess was able to run as far as he did. But, as she yanked her weapon out of the bloody chest of the vamp she was slaying, his body disappearing shortly after, she blipped out. She vanished and appeared just as she flung both her arms around the moving target of Kay and Chess, vamps coming from both sides right at them, and all three of them disappeared. That couldn't have helped Kay's head. But the final destination was the French hospital ER. Her wings were hidden but her costume the same. She was telling someone in French to bring a translator in case there was anyone there that didn't speak English, but really most French did. She explained herself away as being at a comic-con type convention and told them there was a machine accident on the farm. She wasn't going to take them anywhere in Boston. It was too easy for them to be tracked. She knew she couldn't take them to the farm with all their magic and people knew Stacey here. They knew the whole family as contributors to the city. She had some ins and would be able to get them the best help this way instead of just popping into some random medical facility. Stacey took care of everything while the boys were quickly being set up on gurneys and being checked out, magic free, as plain regular humans.
Kay Wilde
The moment Chess pulled him up and stepped out of that circle the nose bleed stopped, the agonizing pain that had Kaydence longing for death disappeared as though it had never even been there leaving only the pain of his physical injuries and exhaustion. He would have gotten up, he would have been able to walk away if it hadn't been for Jules' circle, a damn circle he'd fucking agreed to no less but now his body was spent, the blood loss making him slip in and out of consciousness. He didn't know when they were no longer in Boston's warehouse district, he didn't know when they were in the hospital but when he came around again his body was lying flat on an emergency gurney, a gurney that was moving straight toward an operation theatre. The bright lights flashing by above his blurry eyes made his head throb, he didn't know where he was or where he was going, he couldn't understand a word of the French that was being murmured and shouted this way and that. They needed to reset the bone in his wrist that had split and broken through skin, they needed to stop the bleeding still gushing from his throat and they were calling for O Negative blood, not having time to ask Kay for his own blood type, a good thing too since not only was he in no shape to respond but he didn't know what it was anyway. He didn't understand any of it but when that nurse pulled out a needle, there was no missing it. His entire body seized up tense and jerked away, fighting to get himself right up and off of that gurney, screaming at them all to get the fuck away from him, half his words blurring into a mass of something that made no sense at all but he struggled, he struggled even after the gurney jerked to a halt and as multiple sets of strong hands held him down to get that needle in his arm, eyes wide, breathing erratic, heart hammering away far too fast inside his chest and fear gripping every single inch of him. He panicked, watching that needle sink into the crook of his elbow, it worked fast, damn fast. His struggled began to cease before stopping completely and his eyes rolled back before slipping shut completely.