Belly of the Beast, you likely discovered the reasons for the Disclaimers and Trigger Warnings. Same applies. Warnings be heeded - violence, assumed sexual content and insinuation, profanity, dark themes. Read at your own discretion, and adults only.]

Gone from that spot, but not gone completely. While she encumbered where he'd been, he'd moved along. The hooded figure in the vest was walking, keeping that distance but not out of sight as smoke plumed upward in the air like a smoke signal announcing his presence. While she might not see his face, the inked hand riddled with rings on each finger glimmered as he lifted that cigarette to his lips, the igniting of the cherry as it shined bright before it - and him - disappeared around the corner of a building onto a street up ahead.

The girl looked around with wide eyes, "Sawyer..." she hissed. "Sawyer!" a quiet little cry sounded more like she was a lost puppy without her master than it did that she was fearful and calling him out. She looked up to see what she thought was him disappearing, and she took off to round that corner after him. She made it around and looked all over.

He'd heard those little cries, as soft as they were, like she'd screamed them. A wolfish grin spread on his face as he exhaled smoke, walking just as calmly as when he was following her in the marketplace. He was the same distance away, even as she'd bolted around the corner, maybe a little bit closer. This street was less crowded than the marketplace, with just a small number of people bustling back and forth. That smoke signal rose in the air, the back of his hood and the studded shoulders of his vest in view over the others before he paused suddenly. A hand snapped out to flick his cigarette toward the street in a bouncing spray of embers before he turned suddenly into the mouth of an alley.

"Sawyer? Wait..." she still spoke softly as she headed in the same direction as him. But she stopped when he seemed to turn into the mouth of the alley. Oh man, this is not smart... I should turn back..... no, this won't end unless someone ends it? Reaching into her bag, she pulled out the bottle of Spirit and took a couple drops. Nut up, Ko?"Sawyer..." she hissed and moved almost fearlessly into the alley.

If he heard or not, was hard to tell and he hid it well if he did. While she pumped herself up to follow him, he'd waited. The alley was dark, heavily shadowed except for a few feet from the mouth of the alley inward. There was a dumpster, trash cans. There was a brick wall at the end, though it was so deeply tucked into the shadows, it was hard to tell if it ended or was just swallowed by darkness. While there looked to be plenty of spaces to hide, it looked deserted completely. The shadows didn't move, but stayed still.

At least until the silhouette of the hooded man cut out a portion of the light at the mouth of the alley, yet unsettlingly never cast his own shadow. With his back to the light, the front of him was shielded by shadows cast by the hood over his face except for those illuminated irises that peered out from the darkness.

"You followin' me, sweetheart?" That Norwegian accent came out coy, matched with the wolfish smile that appeared when he reached up to drop the hood to show it was him - as if she could forget his voice, or his eyes.

He considered her words, his hand dropping from her cheek before his fingers slid into the front pockets of his jeans. He shrugged his shoulders as he peered down at her, his head tilting slightly as he watched her light that cigarette that urged him to want to do the same, but he held off. "Getting hurt is a part of life, hell... before his head was tinkered with, he wouldn't have given two shits.." He snickered before smirking softly. "Life's full complications, Kierra. But this... is simple." He looked down to her. "Stay.. with doubt. Or go, with certainly." He paused a moment, simply watching her before he was dipping further into a pocket for those cigarettes after all. "I normally wouldn't make this offer, but... you've grown on me," he chuckled, sliding one of the sticks from the pack. "If you come with me.. we could find a way to make it easier on him." He fixed the filter between his lips before the lit the flame that illuminated those sharp features, those piercing eyes.

Sucking on the stick, she took a deep drag and looked around for a moment. "I know it is, and... I know he wouldn't, I just..." Keirra took in a deep breath and listened to his supposedly rare offer. "Really?" she swallowed hard and nodded slowly. "Okay, I'll go with you," she spoke softly. "But...can we just lay low for a while? I wouldn't want to rub anything in..."

He took a drag of his own cigarette as she seemed conflicted. He was patient in his waiting, not moving other than to smoke his cigarette before she questioned it. He nodded, leaving the decision to her. He looked to her when she agreed, and he fought a smirk. Well, she hasn't changed... still just as easy as last time? With her requests made, he snickered. "I'm not here to hurt him, Keirra. At first, admittedly.. It was to get him moving, then..." He eyed her like he didn't quite like it. "Like I said, you grew on me," he scowled at her, taking a drag of his cigarette before flicking the ashes away. His arm came out, giving her space to fit into if she wanted to take it. "I think laying low would be a good idea for a while."

Maybe not as easy as he was hoping for, honestly...but she played the part well. "You grew on me, too..." she admitted, "I wish this situation wasn't so fucked," Keirra sighed and took a drag, pausing when she saw his arm come out for her. Just get it over with? She slid underneath it with ease. "I thought you weren't going to come for me," she admitted, staring ahead.

"Yeah, it's not the best situation," he sighed, "but we'll figure it out." His arm stayed out, his brow started to rise as she paused, but eased when she slid under it. He let it wrap around her shoulders as she made her admittance. He was quiet a moment, breathing in more smoke before he sighed it out, rolling the stick between his fingers while he looked to the cherry at the end. "I wasn't going to," he admitted softly, not looking at her. "I figured I'd done enough damage already, caused enough trouble in your life. But," he looked at her apologetically. "I found out pretty quickly that staying away was easier said than done." He looked over her face for a couple heartbeats he didn't have before he looked to the mouth of the alley. "C'mon, let's get out of here."

The words, the lies that dripped out of his mouth were sweet enough to make her want to vomit. She just smiled like an idiot, smiled like she was easy and oblivious. "I'm...glad you didn't stay away, Sawyer," she whispered. Her arm wrapped around his back and gave him a light squeeze. "Let's go," she whispered with a nod.

She wasn't the only one who wanted to vomit over those sickly sweet words. But he wasn't the only liar in the alley, though he was maybe the only oblivious one. Blinded by his own confidence, his own ego. "That makes two of us," he sighed out a plume of smoke, finishing off that cigarette as he flicked it to the ground and lead her out of the alley, drawing up his hood once they stepped onto the street.

Taking two heavy pulls from the smoke, she let her eyes roll shut. His ego was what she was counting on...without it, she wasn't sure if she'd ever pull this off. Keirra walked off with him, not doing much to block out her face from view as they walked together. "I think I might be a little tired...haven't slept well without you."

He walked with her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as he looked left then right like he was making a decision. His eyes lowered to her when she admitted that and he considered it, turning his eyes forward with a slow nod. "Alright, I'll take you to my hotel room then," he opted. "It's not far from here. We can take a little nap," he smiled to her, giving her shoulders a slight squeeze before he was walking in a more certain direction.

That part wasn't a lie, it was close by. And while it wasn't a ritzy hotel, or a shady motel, it looked comfortable. And generic. It didn't stick out and blended in with it's surroundings other than the neon OPEN sign that hung in the window. He didn't bother going to the front office as he lead her toward one of the rooms at the very end. Bringing her to the door, like the basement door back at the cabin, he used those smoke-like tendrils that came out of his extended hand to slip through the lock and the click sounded on the other side before the door eased open. The tendrils returned to his hand like the reverse of a vacuum as it pressed the door open the rest of the way. "Home sweet temporary home," he muttered blandly, gesturing for her to go inside.

The room was your generic motel room, the bed was turned down and hardly looked touched. There was a television sitting on a dresser, with a standing menu resting on top. The lamp beside the bed was on, giving it the soft, dim lighting. There was a table with two chairs at each end beneath the window beside the door, the curtains drawn closed over the blinds. The only personal items that made it seem like his was the vodka bottles on the table, one on the nightstand tipped on it's side but the lack of stains on the carpet under it said it was empty before it'd tipped. The ashtrays were half full of crumpled filters.

"Know so," he told her, his smile spreading to those words of agreement. "That much, huh? Well, what're you gonna do about... mm," the challenge was cut off as she kissed him, more so when he was being pushed back on the bed. Luckily, he wasn't Avi. He couldn't get in her head, didn't hear those hateful thoughts. Instead, he just closed his eyes as his back met the mattress and the hand in her hair slipped deeper into those black locks as she said his name. "Keirra," he mumbled against her lips and stopped himself from rolling his eyes behind those closed lids. Not the name I wanna be saying, but this is just ****in' priceless.

The bag was set purposefully to the side of her and she guided him back on the bed as he spoke her name. Her hips rolled over his as her legs straddled his and those fingernails raked across his chest. "Tell me what you want," she hissed, just distracting him as she got everything ready. At some point already, she'd slipped the sheathed knife into the back of her pants. Now she just needed the timing. She guided his hands above his head to the bedpost and wasted no time cuffing them there, but let out a mischievous laugh as she gave her hips another roll.

He didn't think about what she did with her bag, the pig just seemed more interested in taking what he believed already belonged to him. "Mhn." He hummed against her mouth as she rolled her hips over his, and his lifted some to press into the roll. The raking of her nails over his chest brought that inhuman growl from him that turned into a hiss as the lingering sting stayed. Well, at least it has it's perks? Who said you couldn't mix business with pleasure? Her hissing demand had those emeralds resurfacing as he looked at her face, down to her lips. "I want you.." He smiled in that wolfish way. "To show me exactly how much you missed me.." He whispered against her lips. "Especially if you stay on top.." He chuckled darkly before she was guiding his hands above his head. He didn't think twice about it, his lips moving toward the side of her neck until he felt metal against his wrists and the clicking that signaled him to rest his head back against the mattress, turning and tilting his head to look up at his cuffed predicament. He raised a brow, looking to her questionably as that laugh came out of her and he smirked. "Alright... I guess that's fair," he snickered, his own hips lifting up against hers. "Didn't take you as the dominating type, but.. I guess I'm open to some surprises," he let his eyes trail over her before lifting them back up to her face.

"Oh I'm going to show you," she almost hissed into his ear, tongue laced with lust as she peppered a few kisses just behind it. "And trust me, I'll stay on top.." Keirra told him. She waited to see how he'd do with those handcuffs, and when he thought everything was going his way, she kissed him aggressively. Those hips rolled against his as her arm trailed down his waist and then behind herself, unsheathing that blade without so much as a noise.

That lusty hiss into his ear had him catching his bottom lip, his teeth clicking against those stud piercings. "S'all I'm saying.." He muttered, chuckling until it turned into a low humming growl to the kisses peppered and her promise. Perhaps it was arrogance that had him not worrying about handcuffs. When you were nothing more than a manifested shadow, why would you? Slipping through cuffs was never a problem. Especially when she pressed that aggressive kiss to his mouth that had him closing his eyes, his head lifting with that unsettling growl while he tilted his head into the kiss, tongue snaking out with intent to slip into her mouth as his hips rolled up to clash against hers. He didn't notice - didn't hear the unsheathing of a blade as his brain kicked on to Lust instead of Logic.

With the blade unsheathed, she trailed her knuckles up to the middle of his torso with her back arched slightly to keep a gap. She sat up some and broke the kiss just as she plunged the blade deep into his torso and dragged it down to create a nice deep hole in there. "You're a fucking coward... Did you really think I would possibly love a monster like you..?" she asked coldly against his cheek, the flash bomb was already in her other hand. "Nobody can, not even that ****ing cunt you seem to worship... You're both pathetic... I'm not your victim, Sawyer. You're mine."

His head lifted as she tried to break the kiss and he seemed reluctant, thinking with the wrong head until she plunged that blade into his torso. He yelled out as his head came back against the mattress, tilting back and his eyes squeezed closed against the pain that tensed his muscles and had his hands gripping the bedposts. "Son of a..****ing cunt," he hissed through his teeth as his cheeks puffed. He was about to make a comment about her being a kinky little bitch until she spoke those corrosive words that had him breathing heavily, slowly opening his eyes and lowering his chin to glare up at the ceiling when the realization of her trickery set in. He was irritated, but her speaking of Mina had him letting out a snarl as his eyes bled through with those toxic shadows, teeth baring as the shadows in the room started to shift and writhe in his anger that was bubbling to the surface. "You stupid fucking bitch," he cackled. "You'll always be a victim, and eventually... Zver isn't gonna be there to save you. He can't save you. I'm pretty sure I made that fucking clear. And the best part..." He cackled wildly. "You just broke the fucking treaty. Hircine can't fucking save you, you stupid... insignifi**nt little whore. You'll never be anything but damaged goods." The edges of his form was starting to grow blurry as that putrid, charcoal smoke oozed out from the gaping wound in his torso, wisping from the corners of his mouth like the blood that should've been but wasn't.

How long had Zver been awake? Other than the small naps he'd taken, most of the time since Ko had her flashback freak out in the shower. Dorian tried to get him to sleep, but the paranoid Russian had been keeping his eye on the rogue ever since. It had been a joined effort to get the Russian to stop playing guard dog. Freya told him to stop being an idiot and that his pacing annoyed her, Dorian had tried to sit on him to keep him still for annoying Freya, but it was Sierra and Zim that had done the trick. Sierra had gotten him to get stoned with her, which wasn't hard when she pointed out that he hadn't smoked from Janie in a couple days. After getting baked, then indulging in the stoner munchies, he'd given the white wolf laying on the couch next to him a squinty-eyed look before mumbling just for a minute.... before he'd laid down next to her and used that furry wolf as a pillow. Which resulted in him passing out in no less than ten seconds.

And that was exactly where he was now, still curled up on the couch with or without the wolf depending on if she'd stuck through his snoring and limb twitching. In his jeans, and a loose tee shirt that swallowed his athletic frame, one leg had slid off the couch to the floor and his arm dangled over the cushions. Out cold up until Ko's presence had stirred the Russian, he let out a loud snort and scrambled up in a dazed-sleepy way, his hair frizzed out from sleep and dried drool in the corner of his mouth that was swiped from his mouth with his wrist. "M'up! M'up!" He looked around a moment while his brain caught up to his body getting up, he blinked slowly before rubbing his eye sockets with the heels of his hands. "Ngh...how long was I out," he mumbled to himself, shaking his head as his arms flopped to the couch, eyes finding Ko more clearly.

Zver's new sleep schedule might have also had something to do with Ko following Sawyer tonight. They were never going to be the same again... Not unless someone eliminated the threat. She thought she had...she was sure of it. She might've actually gotten away with saying she never left had it not been for the split lip, and bruised cheek that came with taking the back of Sawyer's hand. There was also her back, which was bruised to hell and back from hitting the dresser. If she had been quicker, maybe. "Couple hours," she muttered.

Zim stretched out as he jolted up. She'd been keeping the same position so she wouldn't disturb her weird father guy.

"That's it? Feels longer," he let out a large yawn that had his mouth stretching to his limit, eyes squeezing shut as he let out a stretch before he settled. Looking at her, those brows slowly lowered as he took in that split lip and the bruise on her cheek. "Shit, Ko. What happened to your face?" He was already climbing to his feet, approaching her as his hand came out to try to scoop up her other cheek that wasn't bruised in an attempt to look closer.

"Zver," she said, leaning away from his hands and moving to sit on the coffee table. "I'm fine, but I need to talk to you..." A deep breath was taken and she buried her face in her hands, avoiding the bruise and cut. It was her turn to palm at her eyes and groan lightly. "I did something..." she mumbled against her hands. "You're going to be so mad at me..." It was really starting to hit her.

A deep frown set on his mouth when she said his name and leaned away from him. "Ko...?" He questioned, uncertain as he looked confused. The look on him seemed to grow as she moved to sit and spoke. He eyed her, a million worst scenarios running through his head as he stared at her for a moment, frozen in his spot. Did 'I need to talk to you' ever turn out as something pleasant? The way her head was in her hands, the way she said he was going to be mad at her. He didn't like it, not one bit. His arms crossed over his chest, trying to summon a less nervous air about him that felt forced. "I don't like the sound of that, Sugar Puss... what's going on..." He eyed her.

"I went out today," she began, "...and I saw him.." Keirra patted herself down for a cigarette, her hands were beginning to shake as the spirit wore off. Lighting one up, she sighed out the smoke. "Well, I wasn't sure if it was him or if my eyes were playing tricks on me... So I followed him," she took a long drag. "...and it turned out to be him, and I panicked I thought.. This is it...he's never going to leave us alone. Is he?"

When he went through it all, and still--not surprisingly--was angry. "I was thinking I would never sleep again unless he was gone..." she furrowed her brow. Then he looked tense, and ready to knock some heads in. The girl brought the cigarette to her lips and sucked hard, "Okay, okay... I got him cuffed to the bed, and I had my bag beside me... I stabbed him in the chest..." Keirra said softly. She was staring off like she was reliving it. "I told him he was a coward, that he was pathetic.." she spat the word like acid on her tongue. "That he was stupid to think that I would ever choose him, and that I wasn't his victim, he was mine." Her eyes still stared off, widening from their narrowed state, "...then I took a flash bomb, pulled the pin, and shoved it into his chest..." He got free of the handcuffs and slapped me, he threw me against the dresser...and all these shadows came after me... but then the bomb went off..."

He stood there for what felt like eternity. Motionless, speechless. He listened, the only sound was his shallow breathing that hitched occasionally until he swallowed a wince or growl. He guilt a bit guilty for his assumptions, to think she'd ever do that to him - or do it at all for that matter. But since Sawyer stole her from him, upturned both their worlds, he couldn't predict anyone - anything - anymore. He watched her relive the night, as his nails dug into his palms and made crescent indents in the skin. As she reached nearer to the end, he could feel his muscles tensing in his shoulders to the point of pain, almost bristling as he heard of Sawyer slapping her, throwing her, the shadows.. He was still tense as he stared at her, swallowing as his voice almost cracked with the effort of breaking his own silence. "Is he...?" He seemed uncertain, maybe a little doubtful. He didn't know the extent of Sawyer's attachments to Mina, but he knew the backlash that could come from it being true.

Those eyes had kind of stared off toward the kitchen sink cabinet, and she was brought back by his words. She sucked on the last of the cigarette and put it out. "Yeah, I...think so," she nodded. "I mean, his skin got all weird, his eyes turned white....if that didn't kill him, I don't know what will..." The rogue swallowed hard at the thought, and still, she eyed his bottle. "After it all happened, I ran.. I came here.. I just want to sleep one good night, y'know? Knowing he ain't watching me."

There was still the stirring of the angry beast in his chest, but it was less of a roar and more of a low grumble at this point. With the painting more clear than how she'd started, he turned his eyes away as she described the possibly dead lethifold to him. "Direct light like that to a lethifold..." He muttered, shaking his head before he snickered. "Fucking flashbomb to the chest," he lowered his head, his hands coming up to scrub his palms to his face like he was trying to scrub his previous assumptions from his mind - or maybe the image of her kissing him. "I know, Ko..." He sighed, lowering his hands as he deflated from his previous anger and coming down from it left him feeling exhausted. He wanted to say his true concerns, that if Sawyer was actually dead... that could be the start of something far more dangerous and terrifying than him. But he couldn't bring himself to. If only because it would surely ruin that night of good sleep she wanted so badly. He nodded, reaching for the bottle she was eyeing before he took a swig that puffed his cheeks. Pulling away from the sink, he held it out to her as he passed her. He wasn't exactly walking away from her, as he just desperately needed a cigarette to calm his still writhing nerves. He walked toward the living room, a direct path made to the couch as he sat down, snatched up his cigarettes and lit one before his thumb and middle finger found the bridge of his nose. They rubbed in small circles as he inhaled that smoke deep into his lungs, casting it out through dual trains from his nostrils. Honestly, he just needed a minute to let what happened sink in.

That jaw tensed as he mused about the idea of what happened to Sawyer. She hated him.. hated him. There was no guilt on her face about what she'd done. She watched him scrub his face and frowned lightly. He was deflating and handing over the bottle, and she took it with one hand on the base and the other on the neck. Ko held it to her chest and watched him go and grab that cigarette. I'm sorry, she mouthed behind his head. A drink turned into a gulp, and a gulp turned into several...and she went to sit at the kitchen table, putting her head down.

His head was a mess as he sat there, hearing her movements in the other room as she made her way to the kitchen table. Heard her sit. Sitting rigidly on the couch, his elbows planted on his knees as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Regaining composure, forcing clarity into his head the swimming color of red had jumbled. Conflicted leaped in his head at every corner - pride, anger, understanding, fear, mild disgust at the lengths she'd gone to take her vengeance. Less disgust in her, and more for the images that his imagination wasted no time in blooming. He sat there quietly, keeping his eyes closed as he smoked his cigarette.

It wasn't until he'd finished it, extinguished it in the tray on the coffee table that his fingers laced. They wrapped around his chin, his mouth. His eyes opened. They stared ahead for a moment before his hands left his chin, his head turning to look into the dining room at Ko. What would you have done? he asked himself, and it was that thought that had him rising from the couch and walking over to her.

Friends in Low Places


Text from Sawyer: bomm in horel
Text from Aviana: what
Text from Aviana: sawyer?
Text from Aviana: hello?
Text from Aviana: ???

It was after she'd received that message and sent those of her own, that she began looking for Sawyer. He wasn't home, and he should've been. It took her a little longer than she'd like to admit that horel was hotel. When she did, she finally showed up. She knew where his room was. Unfortunately, the psychic speak would only work upon eye contact...so she had nothing else to go on. She started to open the door, but it was locked. She gripped the handle and used her soul energy to force the door. Aviana stumbled inside and looked around.

The proof of his efforts was in the sludge-colored slug streak of whatever plasmic substance had come out of him. From the bed to the overturned chair and sprawl of coats by the busted window, where the shards of glass littered the ground under and around him, he'd dragged himself to get his phone. Making only one blind text, he wasn't sure he could've spoken with the raw feeling of having swallowed lava. The struggle of having exerted energy he didn't necessarily have had him blacking out after the text was fired, only distantly hearing and feeling the beeping buzz of his phone going off multiple times before it's silence lulled him to unconsciousness again.

He was still unconscious when Avi blasted the door open, barely stirring other than a low reflexive growl. Like a wounded animal caught in a bear-trap, ready to strike out at any other threats... with energy he didn't exactly have in the moment. He was still in the same condition as when the bomb had gone off. With the spider-web charcoal veins that looked like cracks in crystal on the sickly ashen grey skin on every inch of his body, the scorch marks on his lips, the edges of eyelids that were currently closed and hiding the milky whites of his currently useless eyes. The gaping cut in his chest that oozed sludge, thick like ectoplasm, with the color of the darkest shadows. It coated his shirt, smudged the corners of his mouth, even trailed at both points of his eyes with the macabre tear effect.

He was laying half on his side, half on his back, from where he'd tried to roll over and blacked out halfway through the effort. If it wasn't for that growl and the shallow, ragged breaths that may or may not seem necessary at this point, he'd probably look dead as a doornail.

Looking around the room, she inhaled just to sigh. Her arms folded across her chest and finally, she found him. Her eyes dragged over at the almost-corpse lying there. Damn, someone got him good? he was still breathing, and she took note of that as she stepped over closer. "Don't take that tone with me," to the growl, and also more or less announcing herself. "You look like ass," she muttered. "Alright, I'm gonna get you home," she swallowed back an annoyed groan before looking around.

A man had followed her in the room, "Ma'am! You can't just damage hotel property and--what is that? What happened here!? Who's room is this..." he trailed off as he caught Avi's eyes.

The hellion smiled, "You have a list of chores you just have to get done... You're going to carry him to your car, and give me the keys... You're going to delete all records of this room...and you're going to forget all about this..."

It wouldn't be long before the man was shuffling over, then he'd be getting lifted up.

There was a small amount of rigidness that had nothing to do with the damage from the bomb, other than the fact that it had nearly cut off his ability to shift into his lethifold form. And cut off nearly all useful senses that would've depicted it was Avi and not Ko coming back for more. His fingers had started to curl, trying to ball into a weak fist before they twitched to Avi's voice and he growled again - in a defiant way, less threatening. "Fuck you," he rasped softly, and it sounded like sandpaper on metal. "I look sexy," he rasp-grumbled, but it came out bland, unable to summon much sarcasm in the moment.

Those lids pointlessly peeled back to the sound of another man's voice, "get'm to shut up," he groaned, squeezing those eyes closed again in an attempt to fend off the pain that racked his skull. Then she did, and he let out a wavering breath of relief when the guy's bitching ceased. Though there was another low growl when he was being picked up, unappreciated as it was, he was just thankful it wasn't Avi doing it herself. Like that's what I need - being carted around by a bitch. "Watch the hands, ****er. Or I'll feed 'em to Rufio," he grunted, being slung fireman's style over the man's shoulder as he felt his head hang, then his arms dangled down. "M'glad I can't see right now," he muttered, considering he was almost face-to-face with Man Ass right now. Squeezing his eyes shut, he grit his teeth against the pain of all the movement considering his chest was cracked open like a walnut. "Ngh... I do taste like shit," he muttered, as... some of that ooze leaked down - which was up for him - and over his face.

While Betty cried out about the water, there wasn't an ounce of remorse in Sawyer. "Oh, was that cold?" He pouted, reaching his hand out to her. "I could warm ya up if you want, sweetheart~" He smiled to her, even if it was weak... it wasn't an endearing thought to have that corpse looking creep cuddling you. "Cuddling". "No?" He pouted, just to look up at Avi with those milky eyes as she came to fluff his pillow which had a brow rising. "I don't think she likes me much, do I got something on my face?" He snickered harshly, inhaling another drag of his cigarette before he watched Avi terrorize the girl - or at least the outline of it that was growing less and less blurry the more he fed from the girl. "What? No sexy nurse outfit?" He pouted after Avi. The one time she takes care of me, and she can't even wear the outfit... ***.

When he reached out his hand to her, Betty cried out and tilted away from it. She'd have swatted at him if it hadn't been for the fact that her hands were tied to the arms of the chair. She shook her head violently in her lean. Aviana on the other hand, just rolled her eyes, "What do you want me to say, Sawyer? You were always ugly," she snorted. But then she was gone to fetch him a stronger drink. No, no sexy nurse outfit. Did he really need to be teased on top of everything else!? She was being nice!

"C'mon, I thought this would be an improvement!" He croaked after her before rolling those damaged eyes and drew another inhale of smoke into his lungs that still had the death rattle in them. No, he didn't need to be teased on top of it. Talk about insult to injury! Giving her *** as he was, he was thankful she hadn't. His eyes trailed to the panicking girl, his head tilting some as he raised a brow. "She really did a number on you," he sighed, as if he felt sorry for her but that changed quickly as he looked ahead. "What a woman~" He teased, bringing that smoke up to his lips.

Betty was questioning why she'd even come to this place... It seemed like a good idea at the time, but why? Aviana was unsettling, she hadn't known her but a minute before going off with her. She was so...compelling, to say the least. "Mngh...." a groan turned into a whimpering sob as she pleaded through the tape.

Aviana was looking through the bottles. Vodka...whiskey...gin... She opted for a nice whiskey to help him take the edge off.

His preference was his Nordic vodka, but he'd take anything at this point as long as it was booze. He rolled his eyes as the girl tried to plead through the tape. "I don't know what you're complaining about... I get you out of the chair, you're gonna like what comes next a hell of a lot less, sweetheart," he told her, tilting his head in an almost sympathetic way. "After all, can't let a pretty face like you go to waste, now can I?" He smiled, and it was edging closer to his wolfish grin as her fear fed him like an IV drip. He just kept stirring that fear pot while he smoked and waited for Avi.

Betty's brow furrowed as she listened to his words and her face contorted with confusion for a moment. What had he meant? Did she even want to know? A whimper left her as she continued to struggle against the bonds. She had to get out of here...but the idea of leaving her husband behind churned her stomach to pieces. She glanced over at his body and her head dropped as she began sobbing.

Aviana had placed the whiskey in a glass, because *** his preferences... And put a straw in there. Popping her head into the doorway, she smiled softly. "Caught her leaving for her honeymoon with her new husband.." a smile. "She's pretty, isn't she?" moving to the edge of the bed, she sat down and handed over the glass. "I figured it would be just that much more tragic... Do you think she was saving herself?" A twisted smirk appearing on her face as she continued to stir that pot.

No, she probably didn't wanna know, but she was gonna. "If you don't like the chair, I can always tie you to the bed," he opted, his brows lifting before Avi came in and explained the girl's backstory. "Husband, huh?" His eyes trailed to the body that was leaving the girl sobbing, and he smirked. A glance to Betty, he shrugged a shoulder. "What I can see of her anyways, won't know until I see more," he smirked, his tone still crackled but leaned a little more toward suggestive even though he was speaking literally. The question had him looking at Betty again, more intently like he was sizing her up. "Pretty thing like that? Probably had guys all over her, but... if she was saving herself," he smirked over to Avi. "Makes it all the more special if it's their first time," he sighed almost dreamily... ignore the cough that ruined the effect before he was reaching for the glass and eyed the straw sticking out of it. He pushed the straw aside with his index finger, holding the glass before he took in a mouthful of the whiskey, making a face at first. Both for the taste, and the burn that raked down his throat with that swallow. "Je-sus.. fu-cking.. chr-ist," he coughed, shaking his head. Well, talk about adding heat to that lava. But that didn't stop him... he just employed the use of the straw to lessen the amount and make it go down smoother. "Totally taking all this out on that bitch," he grumbled, nodding his head toward Betty over there. Stirstirstir.

Unlike Keirra, she seemed to know how to be more compliant. She stopped her struggle and cries when he offered her a worse option. She shook her head no, and tried to calm herself down. Aviana wasn't helping, though. Neither was Sawyer after the moment, as they talked of personal things as if she wasn't in the room. She gave her head a little shake and sucked in a deep breath. "...and painful, I'm sure..." Aviana mumbled, eyeing her a moment before Sawyer spoke of taking things out on her. "Feel free.. Consider her your?get well present.. For all of your needs just...try not to break her on the first night, I'd hate to have to go out and find you another so soon."

"Well, we both know I don't know how to be gentle," he wrinkled his nose, looking over Betty as he switched whiskey for his cigarette and vice versa. The cigarette was the first to be gone, and he turned painfully to put it out in the tray on the nightstand. "****er," he hissed, falling back in a slump before he shimmied down a little bit to get comfortable while Avi told him that. He snickered. "How thoughtful of you. I'll try to pace myself," he wrinkled his nose. He finished off the whiskey and set it aside, his hands coming to rest on his chest and stomach before he idly touched where Kierra had split him open. His teeth gritted against the pain of touching it, and he muttered. "But I won't make any promises." Though, he wouldn't be fulfilling any needs tonight - other than more sleep and draining some more of that Fear-IV. Even being awake this long was wearing on him, and he seemed to have reached the limits of his energy reserve for now. He'd just settled in and closed his eyes when he peeked one open to peer at her. "....Tell me a bedtime story..." He mumbled, fighting a smirk.

Eyes trailed to the girl, and she probably would've felt bad if her soul wasn't eaten away by black rot. She looked back at Sawyer, and snickered. "Well, if I just left you weak, then I'd be bored," she scoffed and laid on the bed on her side. Bitch did a number on him? "Fine... Once upon a time, there was this girl...and her dad was a huge prick. Total asshole. She wasn't allowed to go outside, or see people her own age or..." she'd finish telling him the tragedy that was her childhood, and wait for him to black out again.

Once that happened, she'd stand up, pour more whiskey in his cup, tighten the bonds on Betty, and move from the room. She had a certain lycan to pay a visit to..

"You'd miss my ugly ass," he muttered sleepily as she got comfy. He didn't move, so she was gonna have to make due with the little bit of space there. He went quiet as she told him the story of her tragic childhood, even if his eyes fluttered closed a couple times until he forced them open again to keep listening. By as she neared the end, the inevitable black out consumed him and his head turned to the side some. He'd bitch about there not being any unicorns later?

The bag crashed to the floor, but she didn't fall for it. Her eyes stayed on his, and she shrugged lightly. "I know who I'm dealing with, but y'know...it's so hard to make friends in this town.. Especially when you're a monster. We gotta stick together," Avi pouted and lifted her chin. "But you just told me alllll your secrets, didn't you? Shame shame~" she snickered. "I just wanted to show you something..." That's when she'd do it. She'd show him a glimpse into the eyes of Sawyer, Aviana, and Keirra. The first was Sawyer, when he held the girl up against the wall despite her struggling. The second was what Aviana saw, because then he'd really get to see them sharing bodies. The third and final, was Keirra. She switched back and forth, showing him everything. The start, the middle, and the ending, or in Keirra's case, multiple endings.

"Well, when your personality is complete shit.... maybe you should re-evaluate. I made friends just fine, regardless," he flashed a teeth-bared smile that was far from friendly. The smile left, his lips pressing thin as she informed him of the secret thieving. "Didn't give you shit," he growled, as if there was something else he'd rather give her - or rather, a whole clip. That want only grew as she unleashed those images on him, the words wanting to stop her hitched on his breath as he was battered with the horrific images of what Sawyer did to his wife. Every muscle in his body trembled as he was forced to watch through all their eyes, and none his own, everything he'd missed while she was trapped in the basement, the moment beneath the tree outside that he could feel bile rising up his throat at the sight. He wanted to tell her to stop, beg her to. But what would that do? He already saw it. Ko didn't get the benefit, why should you? He felt hatred swelling in his chest, blooming until the wolf was vibrating beneath his skin, making his fingers curl and ball into his fists as he was forced to watch all of it, from start to finish. He stared hard at her, breathing heavily with barely contained rage as he tried to tear his eyes away from Aviana's, hands clenching until he could feel the punctures of his nails in his palms.

"I didn't want to show you that, Zver..." she said, her eyes still locked on to his. Holding him there as she spoke. "I really didn't.. For a short time, I thought maybe you and I could be friends... However, I re-evaluated," she snickered before pulling it back with a frown. "I just wanted you to see what you were working with... You deserve that much. As you can see, she was...more than willing toward the end. Even made out with Sawyer just a few nights ago...had it not been for a sudden..change of heart...where do you think they'd be now?" Finally, she freed him of her gaze.

His expression was wrathful, filled with hatred for Sawyer - for her. "Bullshit," he hissed, when she said she didn't want to show him. "We could never be friends, before... now. You're the shit on everyone's shoe," he snarled, blood pooling into his palms from where his nails had punctured. As she spoke on about things he didn't want to hear, his nostrils flared while his jawline sang with pain from keeping clenched for so long. When she freed him, he staggered back like she'd slapped him, his eyes averting to the side, downward to the floor as he adamantly avoided those eyes of hers again. "She didn't have a change of heart, you stupid bitch. You're forgetting the part where the wolf in sheep's clothing was manipulated by an actual wolf. And you..." He seethed, shaking his head as he looked at her but not at her eyes with the intense stare of someone about to snap. "You sat by and watched it all happen..." He slowly turned away from her like he was going to walk away. "He's only going to do to you what he did to her," he told her. "You can claim you know him, that you're best ****in' buddies... but it's only a matter of fuckin' time before you're next." With his back to her, his movements were fast. A snap decision had him tugging the Desert Eagle from the waistband of his jeans as he whirled around. His arm rose in a fluid, precise movement with a stone cold look on his face with the eyes of a lunatic who'd been unhinged. Too wide, unblinking, even as his finger pulled the trigger and sent a bullet directly between her eyes. "And I fucking hope he does," he hissed, spit flying from his lips as malice laced his snarling tones.

"The shit on everyone's shoe..." she repeated and laughed. "It's fine, you'll come to find out that I'm much more fun to have as an enemy...or maybe that's just a one way street," she snickered. "See, I don't think so... Seems to me Ko's little stunt only broke the treaty...and even if she didn't, I can. When Sawyer recovers he's probably going to want a plaything...and revenge. It's only a matter of time before he gets Ko again, and I'm sure he'll take his sweet time with h--" cut off by the sound of the bullet that dropped her like a sack of potatoes. Satisfying, but not permanent, unfortunately.

Hatred seethed in every twitch of muscle, every step as he watched her drop. He approached her, and as satisfying as it was to see, he wasn't done with her yet apparently. "Fuck Hircine." BAM! He could've prevented this. "Fuck Vaermina." BAM! She gave the piece of shit too much power. "Fuck Sawyer." BAM! He's gonna pay. "Fuck. You." The low, inhuman growl was washed out by the final pull of the trigger that sent another bullet flying into her body, even as his finger twitched on the trigger numerous times after even after it was long empty. Clickclickclickclickclick. Those hazel eyes burned a bright amber as he stared down at the reaper's body as he took a staggering step back, blinking slowly like he was snapping out of a dream before the gun dropped with a heavy thump to the floor. He only had a moment to let out a shaky breath before it was contorted in a yell as he contorted in on himself, eyes squeezing shut as he felt the bones in his spine pop and curve in on itself. Fuck you Hircine! Two times! There's only so long you can deny the wolf before it just decides to take the control completely... and so it did.