derek andrews

we need to get these demons out of here.

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kanaandrews:

“Only if you buy me that drink first.”

“Sounds easy enough.”

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kanaandrews:

“I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“Why don’t you just come back to my place, then?”

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kanaandrews:

“I never say no to a handsome man buying me a drink.”

“Now, don’t you have a husband that’ll get jealous?”

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kanaandrews:

“You look like you could use a distraction. Can I buy you a drink?”

“How about I buy you one?”

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003: Michael Fischer

This murder wasn’t accidental. It wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t accidental.

Michael Fischer was sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. It was clear that he was snooping around for the demons, him being the most vocal of the bunch that got the mark.  No one but those who joined the demons knew what the mark entailed, but Derek just figured it meant spying on those who didn’t get the mark. When he saw Michael wandering around Century Theater, it just clicked.

He knew about the demon they caught.

Derek couldn’t let the enemy know that the resistance had the demon in their possession. That they were trying to find some way to fix all of this. It was only natural to go and defend his people. The humans that cared about humans. The humans that cared about survival for everyone, not just themselves. Even if Michael didn’t see anything, he couldn’t risk it.

Derek didn’t know how to murder someone.  He did, but not under these conditions. How was he going to just kill Michael? He didn’t want anyone to die, but this all was for the greater good. It’s what he kept telling himself.

When Michael was walking back to his house, Derek grabbed him. He only managed to slit the fisher’s throat out of sheer luck, the other man being plenty stronger than he was, but that method wasn’t proving to be fast enough. The man was gurgling on his own blood, choking. He couldn’t just let Michael suffer, despite him being an enemy. That just wasn’t Derek. He needed to put Michael out of his misery.

Grabbing one of the step stones from the yard, Derek just beat him until he could stop hearing the pained breathing anymore.

And ran.

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002: Dante Salazar

He didn’t know that this man wasn’t really working with the demons. God, he regretted this. It was a mistake. The mark was supposed to be legitimate, of all things. Who would continuously burn themselves like this to try to fool demons? It wasn’t worth the infection.

Derek paced, feeling a wave of nausea and panic overflow him. This man didn’t deserve this. God, he didn’t deserve it. But he couldn’t let himself get caught. He had to hide the body, get rid of the evidence, something. He wasn’t as lucky this time around, there were probably fingerprints or something. God. God, he fucked up.

No one would probably think anything odd of a bonfire on the beach. Mellow Beach was known for them. He could just… burn the body.

He sawed the hand off, trying to take away anything that could’ve connected the murderer to the resistance. No one could know that it was because Derek thought Dante was helping the demons. Shit.

Derek sat on the beach as he watched the corpse burn, trying to process what the hell was going on. He murdered someone innocent. That was trying to fool the demons to help people (or himself, who knew.)  God dammit.

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zed-the-guardian:

“I’m helping her. She’s very strong.”

“Oh.”

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here-is-brand:

“I don’t have to. I can just make you do whatever I want.”

Derek tensed when Brand told him he could just do whatever he wanted. It was true, and he hated that. “Well, I’m going to find a way to fix that. You’re not going to scare me.”

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zed-the-guardian:

“Children are always a blessing.”

“Your friend isn’t struggling?”

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zed-the-guardian:

“Me? No. My friend has two kids.”

“My wife wants a kid. Is it really doable in this? Seeing that you should know by your friend?”

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zed-the-guardian:

“I’m looking for diapers. Baby diapers, that is.”

“You had a kid during this?”

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zed-the-guardian:

“Depends on what it is.”

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mattmonroevstheworld:

“Oh, s-sorry. I didn’t realize– sorry.”

“Don’t look like a kicked puppy, either.”

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kanaandrews:

“I don’t know much about demons, but I’m not sure you can predict their behavior.”

“I get that. Just try not to stress to much over me, okay?”

“They’re just like humans, only they’re stronger. They’re the same assholes as the rest of us.”

“I’m going to. I can’t stop it.”

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ruby--bee:

“Like what?”

"Like the way you’re looking at me.”

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here-is-brand:

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Don’t tell me either.”

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kanaandrews:

“What if the demon starts telling people? Talking to people in your body, telling them who xe is. I’m sure xe isn’t really worried for your safety.”

“I’m okay. I don’t have a demon possessing me.”

“I don’t know. I’ll figure it out, I guess. I doubt xe would start now, xe had been doing it for a while and no one knew except me.”

"I know. But I’m still worried.”