Arriving back home, Nevan finds the scent of blood in the air.
He sees bloody drag marks leading inside the house.
Opening the door he hears a man strongly cursing up a storm before cutting to a blood-curdling.
Rounding the corner the scream ends as a knife soars through the air, nailing him right in the eye. Snuffing the life out of him as it was thrown with enough force to pierce through to the brain.
"Honey your home," said Rebekah far too cheerfully for the horrific scene presented around them as she hopped up from the couch to greet him.
After a quick hug and a peck on the lips, he surveys the scene around him.
Two dead men, one bound to a chair in front of the fireplace with multiple thrown knives sticking out of him. Nevan couldn't help but wince when he discovered the likely reason for the blood-curdling scream, spotting one of the knives sticking out of his groin area.
The other man who seemed to be bound similarly at one point was on the ground in front of his chair with multiple broken bones and lacerations with the likely cause of death being his torn-out throat.
"Care to explain?" Asked Nevan shaking his head at the prospect of moving again, not that he had anything to move, but one would like to have a singular home when staying somewhere.
"Oh sorry about the mess, I'll compel some people to clean it up so we don't have to move again," said Rebekah as if reading his thoughts.
"Hm, that's good," said Nevan, forgetting just how useful compelling could be outside of just making people forget things he didn't want them to remember, having only recently required it. Compared to Rebekah who lived with it practically her entire life.
Both of them were far too lazy to clean it up themselves. An act that they never had to do once in their lives, discounting the short amount of human growth Rebekah had before turning.
"While you were off having fun watching fights, I discovered these two spying on me. At first, I was going to ignore them but I grew bored, so I captured and tortured them for information. They didn't tell me anything, although I know they are hunters sent by that Chris Argent fellow. He knew who I was the moment he saw me though it was fun messing with him as I entered his house without permission to hang out with his daughter," said Rebekah.
"Is he going to be a problem? Should I go over there and end him?" Asked Nevan, not liking the idea of any more unwanted visits.
"It's a shame we can't compel them with all the stuff they take, but no I don't want you to kill him yet," said Rebekah.
"Why not?" Asked Nevan.
"I've taken a liking to his daughter," said Rebekah.
Feeling tired, Nevan cuddled with his wife on the couch, not at all bothered by the disturbing scene.
"Where's Cora? No training today?" Asked Rebekah.
"Ah, that reminds me, I left her in the woods after turning her, I'll need to take her some of your clothes in the morning so she has something to wear," said Nevan.
Rebekah's eyes narrowed.- "You turned her?" She asked, not liking how much time he's been spending with her. The only thing keeping her in check was the reason why he was doing it, supposed practice for their future kids.
"Yeah, I was going to wait until she was a bit better but then she fought Kali today and did decent enough, so I thought what the hell why wait," said Nevan missing the tone of her voice.
"So does that mean you're done with her now?" Asked Rebekah pointedly.
"Hmm, I don't know, maybe," said Nevan carelessly,- "Still doing the school thing, so we'll obviously keep seeing her."
"Yeah, well as for the clothes, I'll be the one taking them to her," said Rebekah sharply, her grip tightening around him ever so slightly.
She wasn't sure if it was because of the pregnancy hormones or what but lately she was starting to feel more self-conscious and bloated, despite no outwardly change in her bodily appearance. She even secretly visited the doctor numerous times to check on her babies since she had little other connection to them growing inside her without a big belly to see and hold. Aside from the mad cravings she gets when Nevan presents her with a supernatural meal.
Nevan glanced down at his wife wondering if she was feeling jealous,- "Sounds good to me," he said not pointing it out. He's seen enough tv dramas to know not to open that can of worms. Glancing nervously over at the knife sticking out of the groin.
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Chris can be seen sitting at his dinner table with his gun and phone out in front of him checking the time as it was past due for the ones assigned to watch Rebekah to report in.
Picking up the phone he calls his daughter to give him some peace of mind before going back to contemplating what to do next.
He briefly considers calling his hunter contact at the government.
However, he decided to hold off for now. There was still someone with answers that he's put off seeing for a while now.
Grabbing his phone, gun, and keys, he goes to the nursing home to visit his dad, a wheelchair-bound Gerard to seek information.
He finds him still bleeding black blood from his failed attempt to turn into a werewolf after Scott McCall tricked him into taking Mountain Ash pills before being bitten. Secretly swapping them out, replacing the cancer treatment pills that he was supposed to be taking.
Surprisingly enough he was cured of his cancer, though his health could be said to be worst now with the constant pain and continued expelling of black blood from the majority of his facial orifices leaving him wheelchair-bound and trapped in a nursing home.
Gerard is an elderly man in his late sixties or early seventies with pale white skin, short white hair (that is starting to thin and go bald), and hazel eyes. He is slightly above average height, being six feet tall, and he is often shown to wear neat but casual clothing, usually in darker colors but always in neutral tones; this includes khaki, navy blue, or black slacks, long-sleeved button-up shirts with stripes or plaid patterns, and occasionally a sweater or a dark jacket over top of it.
Chris could only sneer seeing this manipulative cowardly hypocrite reduced to this. The once-proud and extremely arrogant bloodthirsty psychopath was now hunched over in pain wiping black blood to compliment his equally black heart.
He couldn't believe how he once looked up to the man, trusting in his every word. The old bastard destroyed everything he touched, even destroying his own family.
Chris was forever ashamed and regretful that he couldn't save his wife, Allison's mom from his toxic influence.
Gerard looked up surprised,- "Well what do I owe this little family reunion?" He asked coughing more black blood into a handkerchief.
"Save it, I only came here for answers and I'm not leaving until I get it," said a stonecold-faced Chris.
Time passed and Chris left without looking back, getting most of what he could out of the old man.
Gerard on the other hand, grinned upon his exit, calling for a nurse.
A younger gal in a nursing uniform walked in,- "Yes Mr. Gerard, you called?"
"Could you be a dear and get me a phone I can use, I have some important calls to make," Smiled Gerard.
"Certainly, I'll be right back," said the nurse.
During their conversation, Chris let slip information about the hunters working with the Government. It was time for him to call in some favors, they were going to need him if they wanted the government to take them seriously..