Post by AUGUST ZIMMERMAN on May 8, 2016 23:27:58 GMT -6
my finger on the trigger
But I don't know who to trust. I look into your eyes,
there's just devils and dust
there's just devils and dust
The group was back together, playing regularly. Killian and Lochlan seemed happier than they had ever been since Gus had known them, and although they still weren't really open about themselves due to the public taboo, Gus knew exactly why they were both so chummy now. Max's mom still hadn't made a turn for the better, but the frequent visits from all of the band members and the private care she now received- paid for by the band and some of the profits made from Ravenous- had most definitely brightened his spirits. April had left town, which had bummed them all for a bit, but she'd left in good spirits with her daughter in tow, off to teach the young halfbreed more about who she was and also to put a stop to the demon on her tail. She insisted she'd be fine, but as always, if April ever needed him he'd drop everything for his sister and hop on the first plane. Dimitria was the same sassy lady as ever, not changing at all throughout the years, a constant he knew they were all immensely grateful for. And as for Holly... well, Gus could speak first hand that she seemed to be doing well. After finally admitting to her his feelings, he and Holly had been like two peas in a pod. The friendship between them was as strong as ever, but pushing it over into something more had been absolutely the best possible route to go down.
To commemorate their high spirits, the group decided to take a trip to Las Vegas. Max had immediately bailed, insisting beyond opposition that he really wanted to stay home with his mom, but the rest of them had been all for it. Dimitria had been the one to pose the idea, of course, since she always looked for a way to bring out the party animal in the all of them. They decided to drive, to make a road trip out of the experience. At first it had seemed like a great idea, but soon it was clear that they preferred to take two cars, and the divide of people seemed fairly obvious, so Dimitria had rolled her eyes and decided to take a plane, meeting them there a day later, while the two couples drove. As a peace offering, Killian had bumped her seat up to first class, a luxury Dimitria seemed well suited for. She went on for days and days about all the shit they had to do and see brimming with excitement about the whole thing. It had surprised August, since Dimitria was usually very cool about everything, but he soon realized that she was riding the wave of good vibes that ran throughout the group, and he wouldn't fault her for that.
Killian and Lochlan got the head start, leaving early in the morning in their car with the blacked out windows. True to form, Holly and Gus had slept in a bit, and if it hadn't been for the most annoying alarm in the world, Gus might not have had the will to drag her out of bed. Still in her pj's, Holly had fallen right back asleep once Gus had started driving, her feet up propped up on the dash of Gus's Cayenne. It wasn't until about noon did she start to stir, complaining about the country music Gus had playing (which he had turned on purposely to annoy her). They bantered and laughed and sang along to the CD's Gus had stored in the car. At a pit stop they made, Gus and Holly switched out seats, leaving her to drive the rest of the way, which would only be about two more hours (it would have been shorter if they hadn't stopped so many times along the way).
In the middle of another song, August suddenly had a familiar headache, and he groaned in annoyance as his vision dimmed around him and a new scene started to take over. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened again, they were milky white. In the vision, he was standing in Ravenous. Light filtered in through the doors, but not brightly, signaling that it was around sunset, just when the place opened. People were filing in, and then the scene changed suddenly so the place was suddenly packed and full of people. Gus looked around him but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He could spot Dimitria through the crowd, but she seemed perfectly fine to him. "Tria?" He said out loud in the car, oblivious to the fact he could be heard. August took a step forward, only then noticing the small woman behind his friend, a dark look in her eyes as she focused on the fashonista. The moments went too fast, blurring together, but before Gus could reach Dimitria, he saw the tip of the steak burst through her chest. And then suddenly the world was chaos, and others fell around her.
Gus's eyes flashed back to normal and he gasped for air. "Hunters," he said through his teeth, panting slightly as his headache began to subside. Holly inquired about his vision, but he shook his head, asking her for a moment to sort it all out. As he breath evened out, his phone chimed, and it was a SnapChat message from none other than Tria. He opened it, staring at the selfie she had sent in her story. "Holly, turn around. We need to go back to Ravenous" He said, his voice serious and negotiating. "Now, Holly!" he barked, rather out of character, when she hesitated. His order was met with the squealing of tires as suddenly Holly swerved into a U-turn and on to the opposite highway. He recognized Tria's outfit from the club, the same in his vision, which meant they had less than an hour to get back to Ravenous if August were at all able to stop what he'd seen... simply put, they weren't going to make it.
Ignoring Holly's protest, August crawled into the backseat and started rummaging through the suitcases in the back, throwing shit around until he found what he was looking for buried inside one of his suitcases and a worn backpack he kept in his car. With a few items in hand, he crawled back into the front, noticing that Holly was going far over the speed limit, obviously sensing Gus's urgency. "Hunter's are going to hit Ravenous in about an hour... blood bath" he finally explained, rolling up his sleeve and tying a long piece of rubbed around his arm, restricting the blood flow for better access to a vein. "Tria's there, and knowing her she left her phone under the counter." Even Tria was a creature of habit, predictable enough. She was helping set up the club tonight, which meant shit was going to be fancy and she was going to be too focused on her task at hand to answer her phone. "I've gotta get there and warn her, keep the place closed. Can't astral there, won't have any powers." He tore open a sterile syringe packet open with his teeth, spitting out the plastic and then the lid on the floor. He was sure right now he looked like a meth addict, but he didn't stop. "Gotta get my powers over there two... need something a bit more drastic. Holly, don't stop driving for anything." Gus leaned over the seats and kissed her, knowing thing went from zero to sixty hella fast, and feeling sorry for his weak ass explanations. He filled the syringe with an amber liquid, and then jabbed it right into a vein, wincing and gritting his teeth when he did so.
"Meum cordem mitto ubi menti sum, meum cordem mitto ubi menti sum," he started changing. I send my heart where I am by mind. Over and over again the words excited his lips until his eyes started drooping, a heaviness straining over his body. Gus's words began to slur and he was hallway through a chant when his head slumped forward, body held upright by his seat belt. Sending his whole consciousness into an astral wasn't the safest thing, but it was the only way he could retain his powers. More or less, he'd just left an empty vessel in the car with Holly, while a new flesh and blood august appeared in San Diego. Of course, by some odd twist of events he wasn't at ravenous, but rather almost all the way across the city. With no money, that left Gus with one option.... to run.
And run he did, as fast as he could. His new legs slammed against concrete and dirt and grass, only stopping when he felt light headed. When he did finally make it to Ravenous, the doors were already open. The bouncer didn't stop August when he charged inside, pushing people out of his way. Surprisingly Dimitria was not where he'd seen her in his vision, but rather her could see the top of her head drifting to the back of the club. August followed her, back to a section that only certain individuals were being permitted into. Funny, he'd never noticed that before. When the door opened, screamed immediately filled the air, originating from the back room. Just in time Gus yanked Tria's arm and pulled her down, a wooden blade narrowly missing her face. With only a twist of Gus's hand, the wood shattered into a thousand pieces in the hunter's hands. He kicked her out of the doorway, and what he saw inside nearly knocked him down.
Dead women lay on the floor, scantly clad and with puncture wounds all over them. Dead vampires also lay alongside them, their faces the tell tale ashen color. The room was littered with hunters and vampires at war with each other, and Gus didn't know what to make of it. He stood dumbly, only reacting when either a vampire or a hunter would come at him. Behind him, in the club, more of the same scene was playing out, though the intermingled species's were unclear. The club was instantly a slaughter house, and in the middle of it all was Gus, unable to move as his brain tried to process a lie he didn't even know was possible to keep. It wasn't until he heard Dimitria swearing at some unknown assailant that Gus finally snapped out of it. Someone had her pinned against a wall, and just as Gus lunged int hat direction, the same hunter from the vision drove a stake through his friends heart. Dimitria turned ashen, her eyes almost immediate taking on that horrible milky color, and she dropped to a lifeless heap on the floor.
August wasn't easily angered. Irked, maybe, but rage wasn't his strong suit. But Tria was his friend, and his mind suddenly was drawing blanks on everything else. He had just stepped into a massacre, and even though this kind of sight wasn't unfamiliar to him, it was so much more personal this time, and he couldn't quite handle it. Rage built inside of him, and with a roar of pain and heartbreak, August reached his hands upwards, and wrenched them down, the center of the ceiling of the club caving in, crushing everyone under it. The noise it cause brought on a deafening silence, and August used the opportunity to lunge at the huntress and grab her by her throat, bring her face inches from his. "You take what's left of your people, and you leave." It wasn't a question, and although the hatred was clear in the woman's eyes, she wrenched herself out of his grip and did exactly what he said, rounding up the three other people left in her group and exciting.
Gus stepped over Dimitria and grabbed a phone, angrily punching in a number. For some reason, Killian's phone went straight to voice mail. "You have some fucking explaining to do, Ian," Gus growled into the phone the strength of his anger only partially conveyed in his tone. He waited a half beat, and then added, "Dimitria's dead. Turn the fuck around and get your ass back to Ravenous." And then he slammed the phone down, only to hand it off the wall and throw it across the room.
The damage to the club had been significant, but only the inner ceiling had been taken down... it was fixable. And somehow August knew that this whole scene would be covered up somehow, this bloodbath. As he walked back to his deceased friend and leaned down to close her eyes, all he could think about was how they were going to rebuild afterwords, how they were going to recover. Because all of the material things around them were fixable. He couldn't, wouldn't acknowledge the one thing that couldn't be replaced in all of this, even though her dead eyes had just been staring him in the face. August sat down next to her and closed his eyes, avoiding the parts of his mind that wanted to freak out. Everything would be fine after this. Killian would get over the damage. It would be fine.
It would be fine... with just one less person.
||TAG:KILLIAN SLATER , LOCHLAN SLATER , HOLLY SALAZAR ||
||WORD COUNT: you dont need to know ||
||NOTES: sorry the start is so long i had a lot of ideas and tried my best to consolidate them xDD, anyway... here ya go. time to find out everyone's secrets xD||
To commemorate their high spirits, the group decided to take a trip to Las Vegas. Max had immediately bailed, insisting beyond opposition that he really wanted to stay home with his mom, but the rest of them had been all for it. Dimitria had been the one to pose the idea, of course, since she always looked for a way to bring out the party animal in the all of them. They decided to drive, to make a road trip out of the experience. At first it had seemed like a great idea, but soon it was clear that they preferred to take two cars, and the divide of people seemed fairly obvious, so Dimitria had rolled her eyes and decided to take a plane, meeting them there a day later, while the two couples drove. As a peace offering, Killian had bumped her seat up to first class, a luxury Dimitria seemed well suited for. She went on for days and days about all the shit they had to do and see brimming with excitement about the whole thing. It had surprised August, since Dimitria was usually very cool about everything, but he soon realized that she was riding the wave of good vibes that ran throughout the group, and he wouldn't fault her for that.
Killian and Lochlan got the head start, leaving early in the morning in their car with the blacked out windows. True to form, Holly and Gus had slept in a bit, and if it hadn't been for the most annoying alarm in the world, Gus might not have had the will to drag her out of bed. Still in her pj's, Holly had fallen right back asleep once Gus had started driving, her feet up propped up on the dash of Gus's Cayenne. It wasn't until about noon did she start to stir, complaining about the country music Gus had playing (which he had turned on purposely to annoy her). They bantered and laughed and sang along to the CD's Gus had stored in the car. At a pit stop they made, Gus and Holly switched out seats, leaving her to drive the rest of the way, which would only be about two more hours (it would have been shorter if they hadn't stopped so many times along the way).
In the middle of another song, August suddenly had a familiar headache, and he groaned in annoyance as his vision dimmed around him and a new scene started to take over. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened again, they were milky white. In the vision, he was standing in Ravenous. Light filtered in through the doors, but not brightly, signaling that it was around sunset, just when the place opened. People were filing in, and then the scene changed suddenly so the place was suddenly packed and full of people. Gus looked around him but saw nothing out of the ordinary. He could spot Dimitria through the crowd, but she seemed perfectly fine to him. "Tria?" He said out loud in the car, oblivious to the fact he could be heard. August took a step forward, only then noticing the small woman behind his friend, a dark look in her eyes as she focused on the fashonista. The moments went too fast, blurring together, but before Gus could reach Dimitria, he saw the tip of the steak burst through her chest. And then suddenly the world was chaos, and others fell around her.
Gus's eyes flashed back to normal and he gasped for air. "Hunters," he said through his teeth, panting slightly as his headache began to subside. Holly inquired about his vision, but he shook his head, asking her for a moment to sort it all out. As he breath evened out, his phone chimed, and it was a SnapChat message from none other than Tria. He opened it, staring at the selfie she had sent in her story. "Holly, turn around. We need to go back to Ravenous" He said, his voice serious and negotiating. "Now, Holly!" he barked, rather out of character, when she hesitated. His order was met with the squealing of tires as suddenly Holly swerved into a U-turn and on to the opposite highway. He recognized Tria's outfit from the club, the same in his vision, which meant they had less than an hour to get back to Ravenous if August were at all able to stop what he'd seen... simply put, they weren't going to make it.
Ignoring Holly's protest, August crawled into the backseat and started rummaging through the suitcases in the back, throwing shit around until he found what he was looking for buried inside one of his suitcases and a worn backpack he kept in his car. With a few items in hand, he crawled back into the front, noticing that Holly was going far over the speed limit, obviously sensing Gus's urgency. "Hunter's are going to hit Ravenous in about an hour... blood bath" he finally explained, rolling up his sleeve and tying a long piece of rubbed around his arm, restricting the blood flow for better access to a vein. "Tria's there, and knowing her she left her phone under the counter." Even Tria was a creature of habit, predictable enough. She was helping set up the club tonight, which meant shit was going to be fancy and she was going to be too focused on her task at hand to answer her phone. "I've gotta get there and warn her, keep the place closed. Can't astral there, won't have any powers." He tore open a sterile syringe packet open with his teeth, spitting out the plastic and then the lid on the floor. He was sure right now he looked like a meth addict, but he didn't stop. "Gotta get my powers over there two... need something a bit more drastic. Holly, don't stop driving for anything." Gus leaned over the seats and kissed her, knowing thing went from zero to sixty hella fast, and feeling sorry for his weak ass explanations. He filled the syringe with an amber liquid, and then jabbed it right into a vein, wincing and gritting his teeth when he did so.
"Meum cordem mitto ubi menti sum, meum cordem mitto ubi menti sum," he started changing. I send my heart where I am by mind. Over and over again the words excited his lips until his eyes started drooping, a heaviness straining over his body. Gus's words began to slur and he was hallway through a chant when his head slumped forward, body held upright by his seat belt. Sending his whole consciousness into an astral wasn't the safest thing, but it was the only way he could retain his powers. More or less, he'd just left an empty vessel in the car with Holly, while a new flesh and blood august appeared in San Diego. Of course, by some odd twist of events he wasn't at ravenous, but rather almost all the way across the city. With no money, that left Gus with one option.... to run.
And run he did, as fast as he could. His new legs slammed against concrete and dirt and grass, only stopping when he felt light headed. When he did finally make it to Ravenous, the doors were already open. The bouncer didn't stop August when he charged inside, pushing people out of his way. Surprisingly Dimitria was not where he'd seen her in his vision, but rather her could see the top of her head drifting to the back of the club. August followed her, back to a section that only certain individuals were being permitted into. Funny, he'd never noticed that before. When the door opened, screamed immediately filled the air, originating from the back room. Just in time Gus yanked Tria's arm and pulled her down, a wooden blade narrowly missing her face. With only a twist of Gus's hand, the wood shattered into a thousand pieces in the hunter's hands. He kicked her out of the doorway, and what he saw inside nearly knocked him down.
Dead women lay on the floor, scantly clad and with puncture wounds all over them. Dead vampires also lay alongside them, their faces the tell tale ashen color. The room was littered with hunters and vampires at war with each other, and Gus didn't know what to make of it. He stood dumbly, only reacting when either a vampire or a hunter would come at him. Behind him, in the club, more of the same scene was playing out, though the intermingled species's were unclear. The club was instantly a slaughter house, and in the middle of it all was Gus, unable to move as his brain tried to process a lie he didn't even know was possible to keep. It wasn't until he heard Dimitria swearing at some unknown assailant that Gus finally snapped out of it. Someone had her pinned against a wall, and just as Gus lunged int hat direction, the same hunter from the vision drove a stake through his friends heart. Dimitria turned ashen, her eyes almost immediate taking on that horrible milky color, and she dropped to a lifeless heap on the floor.
August wasn't easily angered. Irked, maybe, but rage wasn't his strong suit. But Tria was his friend, and his mind suddenly was drawing blanks on everything else. He had just stepped into a massacre, and even though this kind of sight wasn't unfamiliar to him, it was so much more personal this time, and he couldn't quite handle it. Rage built inside of him, and with a roar of pain and heartbreak, August reached his hands upwards, and wrenched them down, the center of the ceiling of the club caving in, crushing everyone under it. The noise it cause brought on a deafening silence, and August used the opportunity to lunge at the huntress and grab her by her throat, bring her face inches from his. "You take what's left of your people, and you leave." It wasn't a question, and although the hatred was clear in the woman's eyes, she wrenched herself out of his grip and did exactly what he said, rounding up the three other people left in her group and exciting.
Gus stepped over Dimitria and grabbed a phone, angrily punching in a number. For some reason, Killian's phone went straight to voice mail. "You have some fucking explaining to do, Ian," Gus growled into the phone the strength of his anger only partially conveyed in his tone. He waited a half beat, and then added, "Dimitria's dead. Turn the fuck around and get your ass back to Ravenous." And then he slammed the phone down, only to hand it off the wall and throw it across the room.
The damage to the club had been significant, but only the inner ceiling had been taken down... it was fixable. And somehow August knew that this whole scene would be covered up somehow, this bloodbath. As he walked back to his deceased friend and leaned down to close her eyes, all he could think about was how they were going to rebuild afterwords, how they were going to recover. Because all of the material things around them were fixable. He couldn't, wouldn't acknowledge the one thing that couldn't be replaced in all of this, even though her dead eyes had just been staring him in the face. August sat down next to her and closed his eyes, avoiding the parts of his mind that wanted to freak out. Everything would be fine after this. Killian would get over the damage. It would be fine.
It would be fine... with just one less person.
||TAG:KILLIAN SLATER , LOCHLAN SLATER , HOLLY SALAZAR ||
||WORD COUNT: you dont need to know ||
||NOTES: sorry the start is so long i had a lot of ideas and tried my best to consolidate them xDD, anyway... here ya go. time to find out everyone's secrets xD||
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