Hallows: Black Death

Ain't That Some Sh*t?

Dance Gavin Dance- Uneasy Hearts Weigh The Most

Victor:

There's something dark looming over Hellbourne and I know it's there for her. I've been moving my guys around the borders of that s**t hole. I've never felt a presence like Belladonna Blackstone's before and I've gone into some pretty dark places and met some pretty f****d up people. Nothing like her though. Out of this f*****g world doesn't even begin to explain it.

However, B.B. isn't like the rest of us. She's different. Sweet, intelligent, loving. I doubt she knows that everything she does is a devotion of love. To what or who is a mystery but it's love. There's a deep sadness in her beautiful demonic eyes. I can't stop thinking about them. I can't stop thinking of her scent. I can't stop thinking about her in general.

"You okay?" Damian asks.

Damian f*****g Stockholm. I've known this guy for as long as I can remember. He's always wanted a way out of this s**t and I thought he had taken it. I let him go. Not just because I care about him but because he deserves more than what I can offer him. Yet, here he is again. She hand-delivered the only person I'd ever trusted to my doorstep and scolded me for letting him go. Ain't that some s**t? I haven't been told I did something wrong in a very long time.

"Yeah, you?"

"No," he sits down in front of me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, giving him my attention. Damian's always needed a little extra attention. He has this thing about him. He cares way too f*****g much about what others think.

He told me a few things. Things I already knew. f*****g Devil has her claws deep inside of him and while he's away from her, she's still there. Under his skin. Like cancer that might take him too soon. Love is the worst kind of drug there is, isn't it? Espeically when it just teases us. Shows us what we want without letting us touch. I have a feeling B.B. is going to play me just the same and I swear to f**k I'm going to let her.

"I'm worried about Bella. I'm fighting everything in my body to cross that f*****g border," he admits.

"You like her?" I ask. I'd hate for that to be the case.

"Not like that," he sighs. He's not lying. I imagine that getting to know that girl was like getting a glimpse into the life he should have and I can see that he wants it. Good, because I want to help him get there. This kid deserves everything he wants. His life has been one s**t storm after another. The universe f*****g owes him for everything it's taken. For everything it's forced him to fight against. How he's still trying to save the f*****g world is a mystery to me. I'd have f*****g ruined it in his place. "It's just- there's something about her. Like I know that no matter what she does, I'll never betray her,"

The feeling is f*****g mutual. I just want more than a simple friendship. I want to connect with this girl in every f*****g position. There's a special kind of darkness in her and I want a taste. I want to know what she tastes like. I want to feel her cold skin pressed against me when I go nuclear. I want that dark sexy voice crying out my name. f**k. What did I waste my time thinking about before I met her? Nothing useful or creative that's for sure. Is she creative? What plagues her busy mind?

"Call her," I shrug. He looks up to meet my gaze.

"Is that allowed?"

"We're friends now. The crow and the devil don't speak for her," I nod. "Put it on speaker,"

"All right," he grins knowing that I want to hear her voice just as much as he does. The phone rings a couple of times before she answers.

"Hey," her voice sends chills down my back. Like taking the first hit right after leaving the rehab center. "I was just thinking about you,"

"I'm flattered," he grins. His worried eyes are long gone now. "I wanted to call you yesterday but I figured you'd still be out. You okay?"

"Yeah," she lets out a heavy sigh. "I'm really sorry that happened. I-uh. Tell Victor that I want to talk to him but I need to get my house in order. We're going through some s**t and it's likely to leak into our business. If it already hasn't,"

"Whenever you're ready, you know where to find me," I answer. He grins when she gasps. It's a low and very subtle sound but it latches onto my mind like a parasite.

"Am I on speaker?" she lets out a little embarrassed giggle. Aww, man. I'm a f*****g dead man. That sound. That f*****g sound.

"You are," I answer when he doesn't.

"Hello, Victor," she greets me trying not to laugh. My name just rolls off her tongue. Hermosa.

"Hello, Belladonna,"

"I'm sorry I ruined your party. Uh, maybe we can have some coffee soon. My treat," she snickers. Damian laughs giving me a playful shove.

"You didn't ruin anything. As much as I hate to admit it, you were the f*****g darkness of the night. It couldn't have been better," I compliment.

"Aww," she coos. "I'm a little embarrassed. I don't usually cry when I'm drunk. I'm a fun drunk. I think it was cognac. I'm not used to it,"

"What do you like to drink?"

"Honestly, I like sweet drinks. Marshmallow flavored vodka, Yaeger, dessert wines, bitter things are just not for me,"

"Noted. I'll be prepared next time. About that coffee. Not a big fan. More of a tea or smoothies kind of man,"

"Me too," she laughs. "I mean I'm a girl obviously but-ugh. I'm rambling. I-umm. Yeah. Tea or smoothies. Soon,"

"How about Thursday? I'll meet you in front of the library,"

"Umm," she pauses. "I'll get back to you with-"

"B.B.," the sound of a dark booming voice calls out her name. Damian and I look up at one another. That's not the Devil's or the Crow's voice.

"I have to go but I'll let you know about Thursday. Bye guys. Thanks for calling it means a lot to me,"

"Bye, B.B.," we say at the same time.

"That was weird," Damian sits back. He's looking at his phone on my desk between us. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that sounded like Dante Blackstone,"

"Glad you know better," I laugh. "There's no way. He's dead-dead,"

"You can feel that darkness over the town can't you? Taste it in the air. That's not just a preparation for war. That's the preparation for a f*****g m******e. A lot of people are about to die over there,"

"We can't interfere,"

"What do you mean? She's over there and as much as I want to say the Devil of Hellbourne has got her, I can't. I don't think he does, Vic,"

"There are rules-"

"f**k those gang rules,"

"No, D. Not just the street rules. U.F.D. is already on our asses about the clowns. If we cross into another Stone's territory especially the f*****g Hellbourne Hallows territory, they're going to try and relocate us. Not just you and me but the other f***s linked to us. I don't want them close,"

"You really think Verretta will come back here?" he closes his eyes and shakes his head. We both look over at my phone when it begins to vibrate. It's from one of my guys.

"What's up, Dom?" I answer putting out conversation on pause. He's been here a couple of days now and it's been dramatic as hell. Damian doesn't have another setting.

"Hey, Vic. Good morning," he greets me. "I got a broad down here. Says she's looking for El Tiburon,"

"What's she look like?"

"Pissed, emerald eyes, morenita,"

"Let her up, Dom. Just her. Keep her b***h out there," the last thing I want in my loft is that f*****g viper.

"Orale," he agrees and hangs up.

"Your girl is here," I place my phone on top of his. "Not a f*****g word, Damian,"

"She's not here for you," he smirks.

The door to my loft is shoved open with force as Mariah storms into my place like she f*****g lives here. Her eyes are on Damian. There's a New City Bee newspaper rolled up in her right hand. She walks right up to us while she opens it and slams it on the desk between us.

"What the f**k is this?" she demands. There's a picture of him holding B.B.'s hand last night. It's a good shot of him leading her up to the stage She even photographs perfectly. The article is about her. They have no idea who he is. Just that Hellbourne's little princess has been spotted outside of her haunted mansion. "You're f*****g another reaper?"

"That's none of your business," he smiles, looking up at her. Her green eyes look like they're glowing with anger. The shadows around her are pacing back and forth. This isn't just anger this is the first slip he's ever given her and she's seething. One thing Devils hate is not being in control of what they believe is theirs. "I don't work for you anymore,"

"You need to come back. Tonight," she growls leaning into him. They're close enough for him to just pucker his lips and kiss her psychotic ass. "Get your s**t and come home with me,"

His eyes are swimming with anger and lust.

"Nah," he turns away from her and reaches for his phone. "Do you want me to sign this for you?"

"f**k you, Damian. Get your s**t. We're leaving," she stands up straight. Is this what he's been dealing with all this time? I admit I'd be all over that myself if she were my type.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," he stands up towering over her.

I haven't seen him like this in ages. I am going to f**k Belladonna Blackstone into f*****g oblivion for this. She's waking him up again. Teaching him how to wield his chaos. I wonder what she said to him to elicit this reaction. What did she show him to bring the monster out in him again? Because this is who he's always been. How she pushed him into a f*****g cage and domesticated him is beyond me.

"You think I'm scared of you. Do you remember how this went last time?" she scoffs.

Chills break out over my skin when the reaper flares. I sit back in my office chair and smile as the little smirk on Mariah Thompson's face fades. He steps forward, she takes a step back until she's backed into the sliding door that leads into the downstairs bathroom. She puts her hands against the door to steady herself, trying to find a way out of his grasp. There is none.

"You. Don't. f*****g. Own. Me," he growls. "Talk to me like that again, and I will bend you over my f*****g lap and show you exactly how you make me feel, Mariah,"

"Damian," she tries to warn him. Before she could say anything else he has her hands pinned over her head. His body pressed against hers. She's completely lost her edge.

"No, no, no, no, no," he tsks. "You're going to take your fine ass out of here before I f**k you up for what you did to me. I was seventeen years old, Thompson. I'm not that scared little boy anymore. You get me? You only had control because I gave it to you. Does it feel like you're in control, Marie?"

"Damian," she's breathing hard. She's practically begging him to f**k her with her eyes.

"Get out of here, Marie," he whispers into her ear. "Or I'm going to f**k you here in front of my best friend. He's kind of sick and he'll probably enjoy it just at much as you will,"

He lets her go. Little hussy stumbles away from him rubbing her wrists. She glances over at me. I give a little wave of my hand. Her eyes are still on fire but not with anger. Not anymore. Damian just flipped the tables on her. He's freshly fed. The reaper inside of him is not going to take s**t from her anymore. Not when he's hunting with me. She knows that. She's lost her leverage on all of us now that Damian is back.

"This isn't over. I'm calling a meeting," she bites out angrily. She snatches the newspaper from the table.

"Good, I want the others to know that I'm feeding again," he nods.

"You think they're going to listen to you?" she scoffs. "I've been feeding my hallows. You included you ungrateful piece of s**t. Okay," she nods. "Run around with your new little bi-"

"Don't you ever f*****g call her out of her name again," I growl. The sound of my murder flutters around her. The crow perched by the doorway screeches making her jump away from her. "You have a little sister, Marie. You're expendable. Don't forget that, b***h,"

"She's going to get you all killed," she tries to bargain. "Just like her f*****g daddy got my family killed,"

"B.B. is nothing like Dante Blackstone. Keep her name out of your filthy w***e mouth," I stand up going around my desk. She might not be scared of Damian but she knows better than to f**k with me. She steps back going for the door while trying to maneuver around my bird.

"f**k you, guys. The others won't stand for your s**t. You're f*****g nuts," she grips the sliding door with both hands and slams the door making Chibi flap her wings. She jumps off her perch and glides over to me landing on my shoulder.

"You okay, Chibi?" I ask her. She bumps her little head to my face and nips at my ear. "Stupid little devil b***h scared you, huh, baby?"

"That's-" Damian comes over and smiles at her. "Cute,"

"This is Chibi Usa. The little girl downstairs named her," I introduced them. She crawls over to him. I look over at our shadows to see his reaper reaching for my crow. He really is back.

"You are a gorgeous little baby aren't you, Chibi Usa?" he runs his hand over her back. Little b***h, she doesn't even let me pet her like that.

"Welcome back Damian. It took you long enough," I go back to my desk.

"I don't want to be like that anymore," he sighs. He takes Chibi back to her little bird tree. I have her in here because she's incubating three eggs. The crows don't really like being in here. "B.B. showed me something,"

"What's that?" I ask, rocking back in my chair. He turns back to face me and smiles.

"She's alone in that big ass scary mansion, Vic. I used to think we were alone but I was wrong. We were always taken care of. Can you imagine not waking up to anyone? To be used to the sound of your own thoughts day in and day out. I would have f*****g hung myself from that ugly ass chandelier too. If she can survive that, then I can get over this reaper s**t,"