Jo Jordan ★
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Hunter Hard rockin, hard hitting wife of Curse Jordan and mother of twins, Jo is her husbands whole world and also the terror of his existance. One of these days, hes seriously going to lock her up if strange things dont stop happening with her
Formerly Jo Harvelle till she went to Vegas that one time.
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Post by Jo Jordan ★ on Feb 3, 2010 19:13:49 GMT -5
JoJo stood staring, shocked at the site before her. In a daze she watched as the creature let go of Lexi. The fire and all the flying bullets had apparently weakened the creature as he turned back into his human form.
She continued to watch as Lexi stumbled away from Luka a look of defiance and anger in her eyes. Then the next thing she knew she was being tackled and thrown to the ground. Luckily she realized the familiar scent and feel of her husband and didn't strike out at him. They ended up on the floor behind a table when Lexi let loose a furious blast of energy.
Jo looked up at Curse as he spoke. She saw the lustful look on his face and felt him rub against her, a little more purposefully than just protecting her from flying debris. Rolling her eyes she chuckled at him, she couldn't blame him though. The adrenaline rush did bring on some feelings of desire being so close to him at that moment only made it more intense. But, it really wasn't a good time. Jo felt strange, her mind was swirling with all kinds of thoughts. Giving him a smirk and a wink she spoke quietly in response. "Don't worry... You'll get payment in full." When Curse looked toward the stage, Jo sat herself up to see what was going on as well. She saw Ben suddenly at Lexi's side to help her. The vampire creature was still on his feet, he seemed badly burned but amazingly had already appeared to be starting to heal. Jo watched as he disappeared into the darkness and was gone.
Jo took Curse's offered hand and stood up. She scanned the club, taking in the carnage that was all around them. Jo turned and stared at her husband as he wondered how they would explain what had happened in the club. All the dead bodies, vampires, hunters, civilians. The cops were going to be there and investigate. There was no way they could explain all the bodies. Another flash of energy hit Jo and she watched in awe as suddenly all the bodies burst into flames and disintegrated. She looked across and caught her husband's eye. A look of shock on her face, just before she passed out and fell to the ground.
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Azrael
*Angel*
Fallen Archangel
Death is the LAST person you want to mess with. Period.
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Post by Azrael on Feb 3, 2010 21:56:04 GMT -5
Okay, OWWW...
Talk about a painful experience. Slamming into a concrete wall, nevertheless being blasted into said concrete wall, was definitely not something Az ever wanted to experience again. So, note to self, never try to overreach the boundaries of his seal again...at least not while he was within a hundred feet of any solid objects.
Even though he didn't see it, he felt the sequence of events that followed his failure at a rescue. He felt the unique powers that surged through the room, as well as the pain that wracked Lexi. And then the monster that had caused it all was gone, driven away by her. But it had too much for the nephilim, leaving her unconscious on the floor.
Despite the pain that still resonated through is body, Az was next to her in seconds. He could see the paleness of her skin, and feel the weak pulsing of her heart. She was drained, physically and spiritually, almost to a critical point. If the power she'd summoned hadn't been enough to kill her, that flesh wound soon would...
Glaring at Max, Az rolled up his sleeves. "If you want her to make it to the hospital, you need to move, now," he ordered adamantly. He had the power to heal Lexi, and keep her alive...at least for the most part.
The seal had drastically drained him, but he refused to let that be the end of it. Sure he would heal with time, that much was obvious. A week's rest or even less would be more than enough to refill him, or he could always go a church and use the faith there to help replenish himself. But Lexi and the others needed him now, and he would do everything in his power to help.
"I might not be able to heal her completely, but I take her life out of danger." He glared at the vengeful hunter imploringly. "So, to be polite, move before I make you move."
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Post by jace on Feb 4, 2010 12:10:43 GMT -5
At his comment about attire, Jace couldn't help the small laugh that escaped and her gaze shifted down his lean frame to take in the rippling six pack of yummy mouth drolling muscle. Dear lord, what mortal woman could resist a package like that?Only if they were blind and totally at leave of their senses! What she wouldn't do to make a canvas out of said body using chocolate syrup as her medium. Oh what fun she could have cleaning that up, she thought to herself before jerking her mind back to the present.
With cheeks heating wildly from the train her thought her mind had taken, the petite blonde glanced back upwards in time to hear his remark about his own place. For a moment, her mind had to work through what he was saying as the fantasy was shoved into a locked closet.
"Oh... Um... Yeah.... I can take you there... " she declared a little to fast, stumbling over her words before gulping and wanting to bang her head on the car top. "I mean, yes.. that sounds very.... um.... interesting!"
Avoiding his gaze, the young woman helped him into the car and then ran around to her side to get in. Mentally, she lectured herself about raging hormones and the wisdom of taking a guy who had a furry little problem home without anyone knowing the wiser.
However, who on earth would have cared anyways? It wasn't like she had anyone else in the world and her senses told her that Gideon wasn't dangerous to anything but her libido. By the time she got into the vehicle, she was right proud of herself and her control as she gave him a bright smile.
"Pizza and whiskey sounds good... As long as I can borrow your shower? I've got blood on me and I really don't think I can stand it very long..... "
(OKies, Gideon... We can exit here or whatever you wanna do!!)
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Post by tyrese on Feb 4, 2010 17:52:31 GMT -5
Well, the little mouse had some sharp teeth, didn’t she? Confusion was briefly replaced by surprise as Kayla rounded on him, brows moving up to settle somewhere in his forehead. He blinked, pausing for a split second as a small smile twitched at his lips. ‘Big, Bald and Scary?’ Alright, so that definitely summed him up in less than ten words…but really, what was with everyone and his lack of hairstyles all of a sudden? He really had to work on said scariness, so people would be too shaken to mention it. Gods, he did miss the old days, when it was the fad to leave the grumpy looking warriors alone…
As the little woman poked his chest, such amused thoughts were immediately replaced by the fact that she was yelling at him AND poking him in the chest. Well, talk about unthankful. Hadn’t he just made sure that a gaggle of vampires weren’t about to eat her face?
…Alright, so maybe she’d helped him a bit with Mr. Funny Man over there, but still. It wasn’t like he couldn’t live through killing another innocent. Gods, it’s not like the guy looked like he was some kind of fantastic addition to humanity, no offense to the guy.
But in all reality…was it wrong that, with the club exploding around them and her so obvious disregard for his sticking his neck on the block for her, all he could think of was how damn painting-like she was, with her cheeks so rosy red? Or that his blood seemed to pump stronger through his veins for a reason other than the fight around them, as his eyes flickered to the bellows of her chest as her breathing increased from adrenaline? Or, that with her hair fanned around her flushed face, she looked like some kind of damned angel?
He was out of his mind, that’s what he was. There were vampires running around, someone was loosing fireballs, shockwaves were pouring through the damn club, Gods knew where Erik was and what state he was in…but there he was, feeling the insane urge to scoop the mouse up over his shoulder and find some secluded room somewhere to show her how ‘scary’ he could be. Which was absolutely crazy, given the fact that a) she was a child, b) she was human, and c) she was so obviously afraid of him on any normal day.
And then she just had to go and run. Didn’t she know that it was never a good idea to show a wild animal her back?
Before she could take more than ten steps toward the locker room, Ty was on her, hand grasping the unwounded portion of her arm. A frown tugged at his lips as he finally noticed the blood on his hand—her blood…Gods, it was just WRONG how much the sight made his stomach clench—and with one yank, he pulled her close enough to feel the soft curves of her body against the hard planes of his chest.
His mouth was open to say something, but for all the irritation swirling around in his head, he couldn’t think of a damn thing. So, in true Ty, ‘I favor action over contemplation’ fashion, he did the first thing that came to mind: He swooped his head down to capture her lips in a kiss.
It started off hard, almost punishing, as if the sight of her blood angered him more than the vampires swarming around the club. But after a minute, the contact softened. He still gripped her arm in his paw of a hand, but instead of clutching the delicate bones, his fingers caressed the smooth skin under them. His free arm wrapped around her waist to keep her anchored to him, as if expecting her to turn away.
She tasted exactly how he thought she’d taste; sunshine and sweetness. He wanted to get closer to her, as if she were some kind of bright fire, and he was a man dying of frostbite.
It was too bad that a vampire ran screaming past them with his hair smoldering. Talk about the smell of burning flesh to jerk a guy back to reality. Almost reluctantly, Ty broke the kiss and took a step back, dark eyes flashing as they flickered from her face to the atmosphere beyond. His stance was slightly turned toward her, both protective and giving her space.
Okay, so after a kiss like that, he was ready to cart her off to a secluded room somewhere. Too bad the current situation wouldn’t allow it. Clenching his teeth, he shook his head. “You’re too tempting for my own good.”
“I don’t think you’ll need those bows,” He said absently, voice lower than usual. He looked back at her and motioned at the club, which was quickly de-vamping itself before their eyes. As the bodies around them burst into flame, he took an instinctive step toward Kayla, as if going to shield her from the heat, but as quickly as they started, the fire was quenched.
The sight of Lexi on the ground with the bartender he planned on having a word with later, and another woman passed out with her man close by her side had him moving toward the little group. Pausing, he glanced back at her with a toothy grin. “I think I like it when you show your claws, Mouse. Come. It’s time for the Wicked staff to come together.”
That said, he turned to move over to Erik, face instantly rearranging into its normal sardonic mask.
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Post by max on Feb 4, 2010 18:23:48 GMT -5
Max glared back at the damned angel in return. How did the bastard tell him to move away from his hurt wife, abandon her when she needed him…when he failed in keeping his promise to her…and then it settled, the awareness that he was mad at himself for not being fast enough, not being strong enough, to help her.
Regardless, her well being should be his first priority, he could deal with the anger and guilty afterwards.
“I don’t trust you…” he replied to Azrael, “and if you harm her I promise I will find a way of killing you…but if you can help her,” he reluctantly stepped away, “then don’t just stand there!”
Max hated this, the overall feeling of helplessness that he felt when he was way over his head, when the others held a power that he lacked and all he could do was stand back and hope for the best…it gave a bitter feeling of worthlessness when Lexi’s life hanged in the balance.
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Post by kayla on Feb 4, 2010 23:14:22 GMT -5
Losing her breath in a little gasp as she is grabbed and suddenly feels herself held tightly against that solid wall of man, Kayla looked up, eyes flashing a little is shock and confusion and a little bit of anger, struggling a bit at first. But when she saw the look in those dark dark eyes and the scent of him surrounding her she stilled and froze in his grasp stiff as a board, not sure where this was going.
Of course what happened was the last thing she expected. Sure she expected to be screamed at or to be hit or any other number of unpleasant things but not THAT!
A small squeak of surprise left her throat as she felt those lips press so roughly and demanding to hers, squirming and even trying to push him away a little. But those hands that were balled up, pushing at his chest uncurled and laid flat there instead, her body relaxing into his and relying on him to hold her up, her knees going wobbly.
A soft sigh left her as the kiss softened and she felt those oh so tender caresses that somehow felt strangely familiar even though that would be impossible. Or so she thought. Her hands slid up to lightly circle his neck, lost, once more , on that intoxicating sea that had swept her up earlier.
Her eyes remained closed and her hands slid off him in slow motion as he stepped back a little, leaving her to sway a bit and blink her eyes open, those soft brown orbs going soft and wide, almost a little dazed. She'd been kissed before, sure. But -never- like that! It left her head reeling, her heart pounding, and other unmentionable places take notice and that had never happened EVER.
“You’re too tempting for my own good.”
There were no words that graced her tongue to respond to that, her mind a whirlwind. It wasn't until he motioned to the club that reality sat in again and she blinked several times as she saw the incinerated bodies, some moving, most not. Even as he stepped toward her protectively, she reached out and grasped Ty's wrist, holding it back to her. A comfort thing so similar to the other night.
She slipped her hand in his when she saw Lexi, gripping it tightly as they began to move. She hadn't thought she could blush anymore or be shocked more than she already was but she was proven wrong yet again when she heard his compliment. Instead she just nodded as she moved quickly behind him, quick on her bare feet but still having to take two steps to every one of his.
She stiffled a little cry as she saw the state that Lexi was in, tears welling in her eyes at the lovely lady boss, even more so at the anguish on the face of her husband, his sparkling white suit now splattered with blood and gore. Closing her eyes she said a little prayer, under her breath for the lady she'd not yet gotten to officially meet but felt indebited to none the less. She was a good person, Kayla knew it. "Oh please Father in Heaven. Be with her. Shelter her. Keep her safe and with us. Glory be thy name. Amen." She kept her eyes closed, her hand tightly gripping Ty's hand as she silently continued her prayers with all her heart and faith.
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Post by erik on Feb 5, 2010 10:14:00 GMT -5
They're locking up the sun, the light of reason gone, n' hope has been succesfully undone The question's burning on, where is it coming from, no-one seems to know the monster born As the fight came to an end, Erik stood braced on four massive legs covered in blood and gore. Panting with the ferocity of his emotions, the huge wolf looked like something out of a bad fairy tale and twice as mean. His normally glacier eyes glowed with a silver light that was all power as it swirled in his being and not even the sudden blaze of bodies seemed to effect his terrible demeanor. He resembled the blood thirsty being he was even as his jaws snapped up one last wounded vampire and tore it to shreds. As soon as the limbs were cast to the ground, they to burst into flame and Erik panted with the adrenaline rushing through his system.
Only then did reality seem to intrude on his battle mentality and his eyes cooled slightly so that he could see the others in the club. His eyes took in the state of the place and then sought out Tyreese to find him heading his direction with the new waitress in tow. Shifting his eyes away, the wolf went still as he saw Lexi on the floor with Max, Ben and Az kneeling over her. His eyes also took in Curse Jordan as he rushed to Jo's side.
In a single bound, he lept the distance between him and the small crowd and in one glance took in the damage to the woman he considered like a sister. Rage thrummed through him and he lifted his silver snout to release a howl that shook the rafters with its eerie reverberations. How on earth could this have happened? How could he have allowed this to happen? They had all been aware that the vampire who'd almost killed Lexi the first time was still at large but they'd allowed themselves to be lulled into a compliant sense of safety. For that, they now paid a very steep price. One that could grow even steeper still since not everyone was yet accounted for.
From somewhere in the back of his mind, Erik was aware that no police where yet on the scene and could only be grateful. Maybe Lexi had had the foresight to scrub everyone's minds before they had left the place. Whatever had happened, there would be a few family who would never know what had happened to their loved ones.
Cursing himself soundly, Erik looked towards Ty and meet his gaze. Knowing his friend would read his silent command, the huge wolf turned and bound towards the back. He could do nothing to help in this form and shifting did have its draw backs. Since he doubted anyone would appreciate him appearing naked among them, he went to the back room and then shifted back to his human form before pulling on a pair of extra black leather pants and a tshirt. Boots then quickly followed and he was back out front surveying the damage. The bodies were gone and the fire had strangely not burnt anything but the dead. Except for some broken tables and chairs, the club looked shockingly untouched. Wasn't that just like fates twisted sense of humor?
Sighing, Erik ran his hand through his blond hair and then headed back towards the main crowd. Except for them, the club seemed all but deserted. Reaching Max's side, he laid a hand on his shoulder and asked.
"How bad is it?" .
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Post by tyrese on Feb 7, 2010 23:51:14 GMT -5
((Yo, Erik, wasn't too sure what the 'silent command' was, so I was just going with a 'big bad bald guy go try to stall the coppers' idea. If that's not what you were going for, lemme know and I'll change it! ^_^ ))
All the muscles in Ty’s body tensed at his brother’s angered howl, a similar feeling curdling in his chest as he took in the sight around them. The human police would have no bodies to deal question when they finally came to ‘save the day…’ but even the most brainless green could detect the scent of charred flesh. While the unfamiliar blond woman lying unconscious a few feet away had been nice enough to clear the room, it was so obvious that something had gone down in the club.
The question was, what in the Gods names were they going to tell the uniforms? Someone played a horrific trick on the staff and tried to burn the place down? Gods, it really was too bad that they didn’t have one of those industrial sized fans, to blow away the ash piled at their feet and the smell of death floating in the room.
The sight of the bloodied woman, lying so still on the floor with a halo of hair around her pale face, should have been enough to occupy his mind. And, added to the silent command from Erik, the wailing police sirens slowly becoming louder and the desperate voices in front of him, it should have been easy to get his head back into the game.
The key words being ‘should have.’ All he needed was to feel that small hand clutching his wrist and that soft voice murmuring hopeful words, and his world narrowed to focus on one person.
His mind was practically screaming at him to pull away, that he had work to do, but his feet just didn’t seem to want to move. And matters were just made even more complicated when his brother in arms leapt over to their little group in his wolf form, causing the woman next to him to jump. His teeth gritted as the instinctive urge to draw a sword made his fingers twitch, the monster in him rising to protect what was his, and he balked at the feeling.
Good Gods, what in Hades was happening to him? One little wisp of a girl and her sweet kisses, and he was practically battling to keep his normal icy demeanor. Was this what it felt like to lose one’s mind?
Thoroughly disconcerted, Ty gently pulled his wrist from Kayla’s grasp, taking a few steps away from her while keeping his eyes locked on the group before them. He knew nothing of healing and, though he didn’t know the dark haired man currently being commanded to heal Lexi, the mere fact that Erik wasn’t attacking was probably a good sign.
He wasn’t needed there, for the moment. There weren’t anymore vampires to kill, or humans to toss around…and if he stayed near the alluring witch of a woman much longer, he might lose his godsdamn mind.
With a short nod at the shifter and a tight glance in Lexi’s direction- if there would be a revenge hunt to come, he would definitely be participating; no one came into his family’s house and caused any trouble as long as he was breathing- he began to move stiffly toward the front door.
Before he could get too far, he paused, turning his head slightly to aim his words at Kayla, while keeping his eyes on the floor. “Stay here,” He growled, gravelly voice scratchy from catching one too many knocks to the throat. With that, he turned to make his way to the exit.
The cool night air and some nasty comments to the officers trying to swarm inside would bring him back to normal, that was the ticket. If anything, Lexi would need medical attention, and he had no faith in the local authorities to put down their weapons for long enough to call in a gurney.
Hell, maybe some head bashing would make them realize that the burning flesh smell was just some kind of gas leak. If anything, it sure would make him feel better.
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Azrael
*Angel*
Fallen Archangel
Death is the LAST person you want to mess with. Period.
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Post by Azrael on Feb 8, 2010 14:57:16 GMT -5
The minute Max stepped away, Az swooped in, laying his shaky hands around the gruesome wound on Lexi's shoulder. Blood was still pouring fresh from the wound, albeit slowly, but enough to continually endanger her life.
It hurt him to see her like this, so weak and defenseless. She was just so...mortal, so physical...it was like anything could just sweep her away, and end her life. Like all angels, he was immortal, so that dager had never really registered with him, that prospect of death or nonexistence. And yet, for everyone around him, that was a grim foresight they'd all suffer, some sooner than others.
If he had any choice in the matter though, this definitely wouldn't be Lexi's time.
Closing his eyes, Azrael took a deep breath, hearing only the rattling of his own frantic heart in his ears. He could feel the weakness in his own limbs, the cold, clammy perspiration that clenched itself to his skin. Despite all that, he pushed the physical constraints aside, and concentrated on the matter at hand.
Almost immediately, he could sense Lexi's own life-force, her bright light, which flickered weakly. There was a strength in her that refused to allow that fire to extinguished, something that found with earnest for her survival. Az summed up his grace, drew its strength into his palms, and gave his power to that urge.
He could feel the energy spread through Lexi's body, like a wildfire that had been doused with gasoline. The wound on her shoulder began re-knitting itself, the blood flow staunching itself.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Az opened his eyes, and watched as the healing took affect. "It's done," he mumbled weakly, barely above a whisper. He went to stand up, and fell over slightly, holding himself up feebly.
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Post by kayla on Feb 8, 2010 21:19:50 GMT -5
That eerie howl made Kayla gasp, her little hand gripping Ty's harder, her other hand grabbing his wrist. She'd heard that sound before and had not at the same time. She'd heard wolves howl in the hollars at home but they didn't sound like this one. And how the heck did a big ole wolf get in the middle of the bar?!?!
She cowered a little behind Ty, still silently offering prayer up as Erik reemerged from the back room, making her feel a little better with his presence. Another person she knew, looked up to, and he was alright, not laying in a pool of blood.
She blinked a little, faltering as Ty removed her from his hand and wrist. He'd done it gently but with determination, so careful not to hurt her. Wrapping her arms around herself she hugged inward as if still afraid but just stepped closer to the group around Lexi.
She looked up even before Ty spoke, unable to not watch him as he strode towards the doors so when he looked back at er and spoke her eyes met his and her quietly murmured prayers stilled a moment. She didn't like him out of her sight but she couldn't stop him. Bitting her bottom lip she merely nodded and shivered.
Only now did she notice the tears that spilled over her eyelids and streaked down her cheeks as she looked at the man kneeling over Lexi. So much blood... there was so much blood.
Looking down at herself she saw the blood that was on her as well, some her's...very little really all things considered, the rest from the vampires that had attacked them, and who knew who else's. The floor by Lexi's head was tinting crimson in a gruesome pool from her neck and shoulder.
It was just wrong. She'd been so full of life and joy at the beginning of the night. So radiant on that stage, singing and smiling and sending such good feelings out to the crowd. It wasn't fair!
But the man that knelt over her put his hands on her and ....and the blood slowed...the pale perfect skin began to regrow causing Kayla's eyes to grow wide and round as she watched. "Oh my lord!" she gasped in a hushed whisper and covered her mouth.
It was a miracle! A blooming miracle happening right before her eyes. After all the horror and the ugliness of the evening, all the strangeness there was something that was genuinely good happening.
As the man staggered and nearly fell she moved quickly, her arm moving to help Azrael stand more steadily. "You alright?" she asks quietly, looking back down at Lexi.."It's amazing." she breathed.
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Post by Ben Taylor (AWAY) on Feb 13, 2010 18:40:00 GMT -5
Don’t leave her. Is everyone else okay?’ It was like he wanted to be in several places at once, but he could only be in one place at a time. He stood and moved away as Max ran up and knelt down to take his wife in his arms, speaking to her softly. Ben couldn’t make out the words.
Max picked Lexi up and all Ben could think was ‘Don’t move her!’ but he didn’t dare say it aloud. He choked the words down and swallowed them.[/i]
“Ben, call the hospital!” Max called as he ran to the office.
Ben patted the pockets of his jeans, looking for his cell phone. How were they going to explain all this? Dead bodies and blood were strewn all over the place. He pulled out his phone and flipped it open. The screen had a brand new crack split from one corner to the other. He dialed 9-1-1 and as he put the phone to his ear the club was engulfed in flames.
“Holy shit…”
He spun around as the flames died down and all the bodies had disappeared, leaving nothing but a fine coating of ash behind. What was going on with all the fire? Instinctively, his gaze went to Jo, who looked as surprised as he felt as she looked at Curse and collapsed.
“Oh, Jesus. Jo!”
He heard the 9-1-1 operator speaking to him as he made his way over to Jo and Curse. He told her the address of the club as calmly as he could, though his voice was shaking as he crouched down beside Jo.
“There was this group of guys that showed up and hurt some people. Two are unconscious, and I don’t know who else is injured,” he said.
The operator assured him the authorities were on the way and urged him to stay on the line. He kept the phone held to his ear and looked at Curse. What the hell was going on?
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Curse Jordan
*Hunter*
Married Jo Harvelle after a night in Vegas. Who'd a thunk they would end up perfect for each other. Now the father of twins, the ex-Navy Seal badass melts like butter when his wife is around. Ever protective of his family he'll do what's needed to keep them safe.
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Post by Curse Jordan on Feb 14, 2010 17:05:53 GMT -5
Son of a freaking bitch.... Curse was just trying to compute everything when yet another heart attack hit. One moment, Jo was standing steady at his side and the next, flames were sparking all over the club and then she was slumping to the ground. Reacting with his honed instincts of years in battle, he caught her just in time to ease her gently to the ground before her head hit with a hard thump.
"FREAKING HELL!" he snarled even as he leaned anxiously over his wife. "Jo?? Jo?? Come on, Darlin! Dont do this to me.... Come on back.."
Feeling for her pulse, the hunter was relieved to find it steady and solid but that didn't calm his racing heart. He wasn't sure what was going on but the fires were obviously tied to her emotions and that had him worried. The effect evidently drew on her inner strength and past experience told him that anyone's energy could be depleted if it wasn't used cautiously.
"Baby? Can you hear me? Darlin... Come on.. Wake up now.." He coaxed, trying to remain calm before glancing over his shoulder.
"WHERE THE HELL IS THAT AMBULANCE?" he snarled out at no one in particular. Ben's eyes caught his but the hunter was to worked up to give him any reassurances at the moment. "Taylor? Are they on the way? I'm taking her outside..."
Reaching down, he snatched her up in his arms and headed for the front doors. The stench of burned flesh hung heavy in the air and the cool night breeze was a blessing. From somewhere he could here sirens wailing and growing nearer but his eyes were only for the woman in his arms.
"Hang on there, Darlin... Help is on the way..."
Glancing upwards, he saw the big bouncer already on damage control and some inner common sense made him glad someone was thinking correctly. The last fucking thing they needed was cops crawling around asking questions and they were definitely going to do that if something wasn't done.
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