Shock #2
Brian: I hated the waiting game. That's exactly what this was. Wrath left a bit ago with Goatee Man, or...in my opinion the guy who rubbed his face with one too many rats as a towel. Shaking my head, fuck this. He said I couldn't leave, that didn't mean I couldn't walk around the place. I was restless by nature, and with this...it made me ask the same question, why did he need to warn people? My mind went back to the photo of the kids and the fact that Broody and Mr. Bossman never really answered my question about why he never aged. Wrapping my mind around that, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and i ended up in the kitchen, where the food smelled absolutely delicious. “Can we get you anything?” Someone asked,
“Can I get a shake, and whatever you guys are preparing?” They nodded and left me to my mind, which was a really bad idea. @LostShellan
Marissa: *I had been working on my training for a while now but needed to spare with someone until Parry was back on her feet. I knew Wrath wasn't all that keen on my wanting to go out into the field. He kept saying the Butch wouldn't want me to go out. Well Butch isn't here and this war needed to end already. So here I was, looking for him at the Audience House to see if he would spare with me. My guess is that it would be a no but damn I was going to try.
“Hello?” *After the war got out of hand, Wrath wasn't here much but a few nights a week he still kept open for the race to come to him for guidance or whatever. Tonight was supposed to be one of those nights, but it looked like he got done early.*
Brian: The scent knocked me on my ass and I jerked up quickly. Apparently I wasn't the only one who noticed it. My cop guard came up, and I quietly stepped around, only to freeze at the woman who apparently was looking for someone, “Can…” I cleared my throat, “Can I help you with something?” I asked, she looked familiar to me, but I just couldn't place her, and it was bugging me.
Marissa: *The scent was so familiar but different. When the male turned to face me all the blood rushed out of my head. No….he was dead. But sure as night he was standing in front of me.
“Butch? How? What?” My heart hammered in my chest. My lungs struggled for air. How was my dear Hellren standing before me?*
Brian: The name caught my ears, so did the tone. “I'm…” Someone said behind me, “He's not Sire, Miss. He's his great grandson with a human.” Well thank you asshole. I gave him a dark look over my shoulder, there had to been a better way to tell her than that. “My name is Brian O’Neal,” I said softly, “As he said, Butch is my great-grand father, I came by, from what I was told, to look for him.”
Marissa: *I stumbled back a bit when the doggen and then Brian confirmed that he was Butch’s great grandson. That would mean Butch had a son at some point. We never had young though, Butch didn't want to risk it. How could he have a son if not with me? I mean I knew about his trist with Xhex and his other escapades when he was human but…*
“This cannot be possible. He would never...no he couldn't have.”
*The older doggen came to my side and helped me sit in a floral armchair. He called for someone to bring water then asked if he should call for someone. All I could do is shake my head while my what was left of my heart shattered.*
Brian: I stepped closer, slowly. “He did not cheat on you. This I know to be true, if what Wrath says to be believed. My great-grandmother was named Abby. She was a bartender at a bar when they...screwed around.” That's when two things dawned on me, one: They were together, he was the female Wrath was talking about. Fuck. Me. Second, she never aged as well. “I'm sorry, Wrath left here to go somewhere to warn...tell, fuck if I know, about me.” I bit my lower lip and watched carefully.
Marissa: *His words did little to calm my racing mind. How could Butch not know he had a son? The name Abby was slightly familiar but I couldn't place her at the moment.* I am sorry to tell you but your….Butch is dead. He died over two years ago. *Looking up at him, his hazel eyes staring at me much like Butch’s did* I am Marissa, his Shellan.
Brian: “Two years ago? How...he would have been over one hundred years of age? I'm afraid I don't understand He went missing over a century ago.” Something wasn't right, I heard a sharp intake from one of the butlers behind me and I turned around to confirm that I wasn't supposed to know that. I looked back Marissa, eyes narrowing. “What are you? What was he?” That seemed to be the only thing I could latch on too.
Marissa: *The inhale from the doggen told me I had said too much, yet I could care less at this point. Here was Butch’s great grandson and if he is of Butch and Wrath’s line, there was a very good chance he could be a half breed.* You spoke to Wrath correct? What has he told you of Butch?
Brian: “He was a great man, who lived a great life. He...uh...loved his family a lot. If he had known about me and my family, that our lives would be completely different.” I rattled on a few other things as my head spun and my fight or flight instinct kicked into high gear. Not being able to understand, he was alive until two years ago? Did Dad really see him then? How...how could Butch not have known then? “He also told me I had distant family…” At that, I took off. I was done with the information overload and I ran out the back door, ignoring everyone.
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