Grayson (hairtriggermood) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-09-08 22:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | billy crowley, grayson wilder, katherine davenport |
Who: Grayson Wilder, Billy Crowley & Kitty Davenport
What: Grayson actually reaches out to his support network
When: After this
Where: Billy's home
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: n/a
Billy had been pulling a long shift at the station and had stopped off at Michael's for a drink before he headed home. As he did, the wind blew gently down in his direction and he frowned, expression pulling deep as he smelt Grayson on the wind, and he smelt blood. Picking up speed a little, he jogged to the front steps of his house to see Grayson slumped on the porch, exhausted and the kind of alert that came from waking up from a nap unexpectedly.
"Jesus fuck," he muttered, closing the distance between them quickly and reaching for his keys. "Can you stand?"
"Yeah," Grayson muttered roughly as he fought against all forces seemingly trying to hold him to where he was slumped and pushed through to finally be able to stand on both feet. Two very shaky feet. He was however standing so that was a win
Better than nothing, right? Christ, he really did hurt, literally everywhere.
Billy held out a hand so that Grayson could take if he wanted as he rather dexterously twirled his keys with one hand and slid it into the lock, unlocking the house quickly and pushing the door open.
"C'mon, let's get you inside. Fuck, what happened Grayson?" He flicked the lights.In the harsh yellow of the porch light, Grayson looked worse.
He'd deny it later but Grayson definitely did take the hand that was offered and good thing he did too because his legs gave a second later though he did manage to catch himself on the nearby wall. His shoulder complained at the sudden movement and he hissed out a breath as a throb unlike any he'd felt spread down his arm like wildfire. "I think I made enough noise to draw unwanted attention."
"That's not a good thing, where was Kane?" Billy could feel the way his voice rumbled in an anger that swept through him. He flitted under Grayson's arm, the one that didn't have a bullet wound in the shoulder, securing his arm around Grayson's waist and taking his weight. He kicked his door shut and took him into the lounge. "Sit. Tell me what happened, I'm gonna get you a drink and maybe a, uh, first aid kit."
"I didn't call him," Grayson admitted, voice thick and heavy with pain. "I was just checking in on the guys I knew and it all sort of went downhill from there." And that was definitely the understatement of the year.
A pained expression flickered across Grayson's face as he eased himself down into a chair, one hand moving to his right side, and he pulled a face as it came away slick with blood. "I'd lost one, Patrick, and I was looking for him when I saw him with some guys and a van, blacked out windows, and I knew immediately something wasn't right." He shook his head. "Never should've let myself get distracted."
"You smell like vampires and surgical spirit," Billy said as he moved away to rummage out the first aid kit and to give himself thirty seconds away from a lot of fresh blood. He swallowed and busied himself with a bottle of water and the kit. "Start at the beginning."
Grayson wet his lower lip and blinked a couple times to clear his vision as it was swimming in front of him. Falling asleep on Billy's porch probably hadn't been the smartest move but nobody had ever accused him of being smart. "Okay so I was looking for Patrick as he'd wandered off and I found him talking to some really fucking dodgy looking guys and as I approached one of my..." He trailed off, cleared his throat and scratched idly at the marks left behind by the taser barbs. "Old clients. He uh, drew up beside me, asked if I was working and I was so distracted that I didn't notice the fangs until it was too late. I think the fangs were what really threw me off because he'd never had fangs before."
He definitely hadn't had those before, when he had been seeing Grayson, because Grayson would have remembered that. "Next thing I know somebody's hit me around the head with enough force that I went down but I didn't stay down. Then the tasers came out." He pressed his lips together as a wave of nausea swept over him. "Pretty sure the kick and the second hit to the head was what put me under. When I woke up I was- I was strapped to a bed, in some kind of warehouse, and it smelt like a hospital but it was-"
He frowned as he tried to recall details. "I swear I saw bodies, hanging from the ceiling, and when I saw Patrick next he was also on a bed but they were- They were fucking draining his blood, Billy." He glanced up, brow furrowed, blue eyes a mixture of pain, anger, disbelief and disgust. "I think they were gonna do the same to me but I uh- I lost control, shifted, broke free and took two bullets for my efforts. Got picked up by the CPD an hour later."
Billy ground his teeth and took a breath, able to feel the anger causing his eyes to shift. They took on a very pale, almost luminscent and he took a slow breath to try and control the way his fangs lengthened. He wasn't overly successful. His fingers flexed around the water bottle and he walked over, deciding instead to focus on the rudimentary patching up he could do. Grayson would be sore for a few days but he'd heal quickly enough; werewolf healing was much better than human healing, after all.
"Can you tell me anything about the men that took you? The client? Do you know his name? Can you remember anything about him? Other than that he was a fuc-" Deep breath. "Other than the fact that he was a vampire?"
"I know the client pretty fucking well," Grayson shared. "He was a regular. Married guy, in his forties, drives one of those family carrier type cars, always wore way too much fucking cologne. I also memorised his license plate just in case." You never knew what could happen and it might have been useful to be able to track the guy back to his house if needs be. "He always came around on Friday nights and the weekends, figured his old lady must be out of town or something." He exhaled a shaky breath.
"As for the men who took me? I know they were human, didn't seem to have any clue I was a werewolf. One of them had this... uh, tattoo, on his right forearm. Really shoddy work, like a friend of his had gotten hold of a tattoo gun and figured why the fuck not. Snake with a dagger through it." Everything started to get a little fuzzy from there.
"Okay, okay, that's- that's good. You did good." Billy touched Grayson's face gently, feeling his temperature and then lightly pulled on the blanket to have a look at the injuries. He swore under his breath and started at least applying a bandage firmly to the bullet wound on Grayson's side, pressing down hard to stop the bleeding. He didn't have much in the way of first aid kits, but what little he had he could use.
There were no black spiderweb veins coming from the wound so the bullets weren't silver. That was something. "Here, press down on that as hard as you can, I'm gonna make you something to eat. And get you some clothes. Hold on."
Grayson glanced up at the touch to his face, still taken aback by touches that were soft in nature. Less so these days as Kitty was super tactile as were McKenzie's sister and grandparents but it still took Grayson a moment to adjust.
"Gotcha," he muttered as he pressed his hand against the bandage and grimaced faintly because fuck that hurt. Grayson wet his lower lip and blinked away a sudden wave of exhaustion as head injuries he knew could make you feel tired when you weren't so better to stay awake and conscious.
“I- I’m glad you came here,” Billy admitted as he grabbed some of the clothes Grayson had left behind - that he had carefully washed and dried and put away in the room that had been set up to belong to Grayson. He guessed he could turn it into a reading room or something, since Grayson had found somewhere else to live.
At the very least, next time, he could give Grayson the extra stuff he’d bought for a kid who just needed life to give him a break. “I’m not a medic,” he admitted, sandwich hastily prepared in hand as he crouched down, “but I can at least stitch you up until you can be seen by a medic. I can call someone?”
“Only place I could think of coming,” Grayson admitted quietly. So quietly that you would have to have had supernatural hearing to be able to catch the words. They were actually people that Billy could call which still stunned Grayson if he was honest. This whole having people who gave a shit was new to him and he definitely wouldn’t take it for granted. Not if he could help it. “Uh, yeah,” he said with a nod. “You could call Kitty. Her family specialises in healing magic so there’s that.”
“Would you be happy with her coming here or would you rather I take you to her?” Billy said, suppressing the smile at the confession that he had been first on Grayson’s list of people to come to. He swallowed, “you don’t look great,” he said, worried, “Have you had any of the water yet?”
“I’m gonna be honest with you,” Grayson mumbled. “Not sure I’m up to moving too much.” His limbs felt heavy and his head was aching in all kinds of ways. “But not sure if it would be better if I went to her or she came to us.” He shook his head and then reached out to pick up the glass of water, taking a few measured swallows. “And I don’t feel so great.”
"What would make you feel better?" Billy asked softly, supporting the bottom of the glass as Grayson takes a sip. "What's gonna be the most comfortable for you?"
Grayson coughed a little as he’d clearly swallowed too much water then grimaced as it pulled at his side. “I think her coming here would be better.”
"Okay," Billy said quietly, "do you know her number? I can probably get it from the station if I need to but that- that's probably a breach of protocol." He was sure Kane would have it, if Grayson couldn't remember the number. His hand rested at the back of Grayson's neck, feeling the dried, congealed blood sticky against his fingers. He felt that swirl of anger again rise up, ugly and angry.
"Uh, yeah," Grayson said with a nod of his head. "I have it and a couple others memorised after I lost my other phone." There were still phonebooths after all and it helped if you could pull phone numbers out of basically nowhere. He wet his lower lip and inputted Kitty's number into Billy's phone.
Billy smiled a little, taking the phone once the number had been input and got to his feet, "try and drink a little more," he said, walking away to speak to Kitty on the phone in quick, hushed tones, giving the panicked witch his address and reassuring her that they'd still be here in fifteen minutes.
Grayson gave a small nod of his head before he slumped forward as Billy left him, burying his fingers into his hair and closing his eyes tightly. He could still see, feel, and smell everything and honestly it made him want to throw up. He didn't, thankfully. Exhaling a breath he leaned back into the chair and settled for sipping at his water slowly.
Billy just started fussing around, trying to make sure Grayson was as comfortable as possible, clearing a space on the floor for the witch who, as promised, turned up just under fifteen minutes later. When the vampire opened the door, Kitty burst through it with hardly a hello, finding Grayson quickly and dropping to her knees in front of him, brow creased in concern as she gently caught his face to draw his attention to her. "Grayson?" she asked, wanting him to at least look at her before she started babbling, "Hey- hey it's okay. I'm here now." She shifted, so she was between his knees, the offer for him to just lean forward into a hug open and waiting.
Grayson was beginning to feel the first telltale signs of exhaustion tugging at the edges of his consciousness which indicated that he felt safe enough in Billy's company to actually let his guard down. That meant when Kitty arrived it took him a few moments to rouse and he did in fact just lean into her, accepting the hug that was being offered. He'd come a long way from the young angry suspicious man he'd been when he had first arrived in Los Angeles. His gaze did lift from over Kitty's shoulder to rest on Billy where he said a quiet, "thank you."
Billy nodded, watching the way Grayson unfolded into Kitty and gave him a small smile before excusing himself to let Kitty do her magic, and to clean his hands up. He didn't really need to see the magic being performed and being around the blood for longer than necessary was making his stomach growl. He excused himself and went to take a shower.