“They have yet to grow out of their adolescence,” Syn stated with a straight face, “That… and they need their mother.”
Michael shot Syn an indignant look having overheard the remark. “I’ve grown out of my adolescence just fine thank you very much.” With that said, he stomped off like a child having a temper tantrum and muttering to himself. On the way, Michael kicked the head Kane had thrown at him like a football and it went airborne. It landed in a stand of trees followed by a loud exclamation.
“Who the hell’s throwing demon heads?” Jason’s voice was heard shouting.
Michael froze for a moment cringing then decided not to stick around. “I’m gonna go check on Kane,” Michael explained as he ran by Syn and Angelica, in the opposite direction of Jason.
“I rest my case,” Syn said conspiratorially, making Angelica look away to hide her amused smile.
*****
“Did you see that?” Nick’s voice shouted from behind a crypt. “I just saw a flying head wiz by here.”
About that time a Skitter stumbled into view trying to escape its death. There was something funny about seeing a boogieman having a frightened look on its face.
“Yes Nick, I saw it,” Kriss answered and walked into view.
Nick shot at the Skitter’s legs with an expression that bordered on sadistic, “Come on. Let’s see if you can dance.”
“Nick, stop playing with that damn thing,” Steven growled, then rolled his eyes realizing he was taking up for a monster.
Jewel walked up to the Skitter and blew its head off with the shotgun before smiling sweetly at Nick, “Your dancing partner just died.”
“H-hey!” Nick whined. “That was my kill.”
“Actually it was mine,” Kriss said with his arms crossed over his chest. “Who do you think it was running from?”
“Too many hunters and not enough prey anymore,” Dean said as he stepped out of the shadows of a nearby tree.
“At least Nick got rid of that arm,” Steven muttered then did the rendition of an all over body shake while adding, “Eww.”
Kriss made a face, “Don’t mention the arm… EVER again.”
“Why?” Jewel asked not getting the joke.
Nick grinned, “Well, I…”
Kriss turned on him and growled, “Say another word and I will give you a one way trip to St. Peter myself.”
Dean smirked, “Don’t test him kitty cat… he looks mad enough to do it.”
Kriss looked over at Dean and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline when he saw the underlying desire shining in Dean’s eyes. He couldn’t help it… his gaze shot down Dean’s body and a light blush dusted his cheeks making him look away.
Jewel smiled, aware of what the two men were thinking. However, Steven and Nick were completely clueless.
Dean’s eyes darkened attractively as he watched Kriss’ reaction to him. Stepping up behind the other Fallen, Dean wrapped his arm around Kriss’ waist and placed his lips near his sensitive ear, “I think you guys can handle it from here.” He smiled when Kriss gave a light shudder from where his warm breath had touched him.
The three people blinked as the two Fallen vanished into thin air.
“How do they do that?” Steven asked softly.
“I don’t know,” Nick answered trying to mentally bleach his mind of the fact that Dean had been holding Kriss so closely.
Footsteps from the side made them look over as Quinn and Kat walked into sight from behind the crypt.
“Well, that’s almost everyone,” Nick said. “I’m ready to leave the rest of this mess to PIT.”
“All that’s missing now are Envy and Devon,” Steven said.
Jewel looked around, “I wonder where they are?”
“Last time I caught sight of them, they were with Envy’s brother and our favorite gun-toting carebear. I’m sure they can catch a ride with him,” Nick stated. “So if you’re riding with me, this train is leaving now.”
“You ready?” Quinn asked Kat, snagging her around the waist. “Like an hour ago,” Kat smiled up at him. They’d made a great team tonight but all of this fighting had gotten her in the mood for other things.
Steven slipped his arm over Jewel’s shoulder and steered her toward the front of the cemetery.
Nick rolled his eyes. He was starting to feel like a third wheel.
In another area of the cemetery, the four people in question were patrolling through the cemetery picking off demons one by one. Trevor had his cell phone to his ear giving orders to the people he had planted in the precinct.
“Yeah, we’re gonna need a couple road blocks to keep humans away from Hollywood Cemetery. Make sure all side roads are covered.” Trevor became quiet for a minute while the officer on the other end of the phone was talking.
“Set it up as soon as possible,” Trevor continued, “It’s going on nine now… we need it set up within the next ten to fifteen minutes. Spectators are already showing up but luckily I have sent people out there to stop them. The thing is they are not cops so it’s causing a huge hassle. We can’t have just anyone tampering with the crime scene… if you know what I mean… vandals and arson… about three days…. No, if anything tries to get out, I don’t think it will use the roads.”
Trevor rubbed his temple with his other hand. “Look, if you see something you’ve never seen before… just shoot it.” He hung up the phone and sighed heavily. “I hate having to spell out everything.”
“You can spell?” Chad asked with comically wide eyes.
Devon snorted with laughter and Envy smirked.
“No,” Envy quickly answered feeling a little goofy. “But he can come close by sounding out words.”
“Let me guess,” Chad interrupted. “He spells ‘the’ like it sounds?”
Envy nodded, “Yep, t… h… u… h.”
Chad nearly fell over laughing while Trevor sulked beside him.
“Will you two knock it off?” Trevor growled.
“Knock what off?” Envy and Chad said simultaneously which started a chorus of giggles between the siblings.
Envy smiled at her brother remembering all the times they’d gotten in trouble while growing up because they’d caught the giggles and wouldn’t be quiet. Come to think of it, it had usually happened when they were supposed to be going to sleep. She glanced closer at Chad. Yep, his eyes were glassy.
