Who's Dax?
Randi:
“SOME FUCKING HELP WOULD BE NICE!” Shouting over my shoulder, slapping away a clawed hand as Bailey lunged and darted around like a little Tasmanian devil on steroids fueled by a vicious bloodlust.
“We’re trying Randi!” Amelia snarled over her shoulder, yanking on the bent handle of the blood cabinet, dodging a flying doubled-claw slash as Bailey snarled out in a rabid hiss.
“DON’T SNARL AT ME! WOMAN!” Ducking, weaving like a boxer as her tiny body swung around, slamming a fierce foot into my stomach as my body folded over in a snarling ‘ouf!’.
“I’LL FUCKING SNARL AT WHOEVER I WANT!” Laughing shortly at her angry outburst as her barefoot slammed into the steel cabinet door, while her and Izzy fought against the twisted metal to break it open. Slamming both fists into Bailey’s lunging assault as she rushed at me with both arms outstretched with her clawed fingers spread open for a wider strike.
Those once beautiful yellowish-blues now stained with a feral crimson, jumping over the shredded leather sofa like I was a hurdle jumper. Desmond countered her wild upward kick as she pivoted quickly on her hands and heel, spinning around slashing at his thighs like a twirling pinwheel.
“She jammed the locking mechanism.” Izzy growled out, pushing Amelia out of the way as the shredded leather sofa launched through the air, slamming into Desmond and the metal cabinet with a crashing clank. Lunging at Bailey’s legs as she shuffled over the scattered debris with uneasy steps, knocking her off balance as her claws slashed at my back and arms gripping tightly to her thrashing legs.
Hissing out as her claws dug angrily into my shoulder blades, tearing downward as the hard marble flooring collided with our grappling bodies.
“GRAB HER FUCKING ARMS!” Hissing out wildly as her razor-sharp claws sliced through my flesh with a stinging burn, snapping my eyes over my shoulder as Desmond stumbled to his feet, kicking away the shredded sofa that wrapped around his body like a fucking toga.
“I FUCKING hate changelings.” He snarled out, poofing over mid-step quickly hooking his arms around her flailing arms, lacing his fingers behind her thrashing head avoiding the razor-sharp fangs that snapped at his snarling face and flexing forearms.
“Yeah, well, I FUCKING hate being a live scratching post.” Growling out against the hissing snarl and bucking legs.
“GOT IT!” The girls shouted as the clanking crash of steel added to the turbulence of snarling hisses and grunting growls. Looking past her thrashing torso, grunting out as her petite heels dug angrily into my sternum.
“Bailey, sweetheart, you need to drink.” LC scrambled over holding her seeping shoulder as crimson streaked in a sticky slick from her immobilized hand against the black marble, quickly assisting Amelia as they forced her thrashing head back with trembling bloodied palms.
“I need something to pry her mouth open with?” Amelia’s eyes darted around in the immediate area, scanning over the debris of splintered and crumpled furniture.
“WHAT THE HELL IF GOING ON?” Dominic rushed in with Atlas hot on his heel, slicing her palm chanting rapidly as Bailey’s thrashing body went limp in our holds. Looking up to her peaceful face as Izzy sliced the bag open, pouring the blood into her mouth while Amelia massaged her unconscious throat to swallow the thick liquid.
Eye rolling out a sigh as her elongated fangs retracted back under her lips, slowly releasing her legs as Desmond assessed Izzy’s healing facial laceration with a soft snarling hiss.
“What happened?” Atlas crouched next to LC, placing her glowing palm over the deep slash as the swirling green mist pulsated around the flesh, hearing the skin snapping softly as it closed.
“Oh, you know, the normal changeling driven mad by bloodlust, trashing the office, shredding out clothes and turning us into live scratching posts because we’re so thoughtful.” Rolling over to my back, panting out against the raging surge of adrenaline still coursing through my veins, looking up at Desmond’s murderous expression as he looked over to Atlas smirking.
“My brother.” Desmond hissed out angrily, cradling Bailey’s unconscious face in his lap as he examined her gums, lifting her eyelids gently to see the swirling crimson melting into the yellowish-blue hazel as her pupils dilated with a gasping cough.
“It’s ALIVE!” Dominic laughed like she was Frankenstein, receiving pointed stares from Atlas and Izzy snarling at his smartass comment, jumping back into position to secure her limbs as Desmond patted and rubbed her back in a soothing gesture.
“Bailey, relax sweety. You’re safe.” Izzy cupped her scared face as her eyes darted around the room, jerking around as her body stilled at the sight of her mom’s bloodied appearance.
Desmond nodded to let her go as she stumbled over to her mom’s open arm, flinching back in pain as she collapsed into her chest sobbing. LC shushed her softly as her free hand brushed through her tangled locks, looking over to Atlas’ hands as they pulled back from the bright pink scar that laid against her deep golden tan.
Shifting back to my ass, assessing my own wounds with a hissing scoff as the skin slowly sealed back together under the thick layers of blood and shredded fabric. Smiling sadly at my little spitfire as she sobbed into her mom’s chest, wiping away the ugly tears with trembling hands.
“W-what d-d-id he do to me-e-e-e?” She sobbed heavier into LC’s chest as her trembling hands clenched tightly to the shredded t-shirt covering LC’s chest and stomach.
“Come to Randi girlie.” Clapping out my hands to her, motioning with my fingers as her soggy eyes looked up to her mom, wiping away the dripping droplets from her nose and chin as she slid across the floor, wrapping her in a tight hug as she hopped into my lap.
“You’re like me and Rex now. It’s scary at first, but once you get the bloodlust under control, it’s all rainbows and boners.” Smiling evilly at Izzy’s mortified frown as LC and Amelia shook their heads in disbelief pressing their fingers to their foreheads.
Smiling brightly at the evil smirk that laced her blood-tinged lips as her fangs poked out slightly against her raised lips.
“You haven’t had sex today, have ya?” Dominic held Atlas to his chest with his hands laced over her stomach in a lazed pose against the cracked mantle. Winking at her eye roll as she looked at Dominic’s amused expression.
“You want to check for me big guy? Rex is always kinky with stiff like that.” Licking my fangs with a soft chuckle at his narrowed gaze, looking down at Bailey as she hide behind her hand snorting in laughter. Gripping her firmly with my laced hands along her ribcage as she shifted up into a more relaxed pose, leaning her head against my chuckling chest.
“Bailey, what happened at the house? It’s all over the news.” LC stood slowly with Desmond’s assistance as her chuckling body went rigid under my arms, snarling out a hiss as her claws scraped over my blood caked flesh.
“Watch the claws sweetcakes?” Whispering next to her ear as her fingers jerked back from my tender flesh, looking up with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry.” She chuckled softly as she examined the razor-sharp tips of her pointed nails like she had just got a manicure, curling them into her palm with a snarling lip.
“Will the ringing go away?” She scrunched her nose against the clanking thuds of the furniture as Desmond picked up his crumpled phone with a tsking hiss. Laughing at the usually poised Vampire as he chucked the cracked and crumpled phone away, snapping his fingers as the room began to slowly transform back into a neat and tidy array of furniture and polished floors.
Nodding to her with a soft smile, leaning slightly to remove the chunk of cherry desk from under my ass cheek, rubbing the tingling before sitting back up in our relaxed Indian pose. Studying Atlas as she spoke softly to Dominic, her facial expressions trained in a firm pose as Dominic’s hands griped her hips and stomach with closed eyes.
“And what’s all over the news? I remember beating the living piss out of Peyton, getting my revenge then rejecting him. Then… things are a little foggy after that, but I remember that someone else was there and…poor Dax.” Her saddened face dropped down with soft tears trickling from her eyes, lifting her chin up softly with a soft thumb brushing away the droplets.
“Who’s Dax?” I asked softly, noticing the deep sadness swirling in her crimson pools of sparking yellow-blue hazels.
“Peyton’s bear. He was so sweet to me, calling me ‘little star’ and so beautiful, spunky.” Her lip trembled against her protruding fangs as a snarling hiss vibrated from her chest, clenching tightly to my forearm as her body shook like she was cold.
A-Oh, she rejected the human bond, but the beast refused.