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[waywardblainers-blog]

Lesser of two evils | Seblaine

The jobs kept them busy as the Anderson brothers moved from town to town hunting down whatever monster was causing trouble. Most of their car rides were filled with Blaine trying to find loopholes in the contract. Ways around it to save Darius before the deadline. A week wasn't much, but despite him wanting them to hold up in a cabin somewhere until they figured this out, Darius refused. He wanted to be on the road doing what they always did. He tried to force Blaine to stop looking because going back on the deal would cost Blaine his life again, but he couldn't. He wouldn't.

The whole time, Blaine had been meeting with or talking to Sebastian whenever he was away from Darius long enough to do so. If there was one person that could find a way around this -- it would be a demon. He had crossed paths with Sebastian months ago and for some reason the demon had saved his life when Blaine had gotten himself over his head on a job. Since then, Sebastian had a way of showing up at random times, with his silver tongue, honey and sugar words that could charm a snake. He had told Blaine that there were ways of controlling who he was and what he could do but Sebastian was a demon. Demons could never be trusted. Honestly, he should've sent the long-legged guy back to Hell a long time ago but for some reason he didn't. If Dare knew, he wouldn't hesitate to exorcise Sebastian because that was what they did.

Maybe it was time that he finally made use of Sebastian or at least tried to see if there was a way around Dare's contract that would keep his brother from going to the pit. As the Anderson brothers pulled into a crappy motel that was right next to a bar. They did what they always do. Laid out the fact of the job, settled into their temporary home and it wasn't long before Dare found himself at the bar.

"Life's too short, not to have a good drink and a good lay." He had told Blaine as though it was supposed to be some kind of joke. Which left the younger twin rolling his eyes and leaving him to his own vices while going about his own business.

They had already agreed upon a meeting place. Just after midnight, Blaine was leaning against a tree, hands in his pockets and eyes scanning everywhere alert to his surroundings. He pulled out one hand, glancing down at his watch, with a sigh. "Leave it to a demon to be late," he griped hoping that Darius was distracted enough for the night not to be keeping tabs on him.

[jackson--davis-blog]

Livin' on the edge || Solo Para

Davis, this may be the stupidest fucking thing you've ever done. Jackson thought to himself as he hopped over a bike rack, running top speed. A shot rang out over his head and he dropped to the ground, rolling forwards before hoping back up and darting to the right. He still and no fucking clue where anything was in this little speck of a town but he was discovering that all roads seemed to lead to forest. Or all roads that he took to taking. But that was besides the point, the important thing was that the pavement under his feet has now turned to grass.

He could hear the sounds of running footsteps behind him and it pushed him faster. Jackson was a fighter, anyone with a brain knew that but he also wasn't a complete idiot and he knew when he was out numbered and out matched. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins and he laughed out loud as he darted out of the way of another shot. Nothing gave you a better rush than picking a fight with a couple of gang members. He probably should of thought about bringing a gun with him before he headed out but whatever - his body could be considered a weapon.

Now if this was normal fucking gang members he probably would be fine but no - they were more or less like bounty hunters. Whether or not they were after Jensen and him was unknown but as soon as he mentioned his last name they got interested fast. It was always like that, he question whether or not people knew who it was they were trying to mess with and when he told them the 'who' it usually shut them up fast. Word in his line of business traveled fast, you knew who not to fuck around with because no matter how strong and invincible you wanted to seem you also wanted to stay alive - self preservation often wins out over pride.

Jackson's legs felt like they were seconds away from giving out and he cursed whoever it was who caused this species switch because a month ago, this run would have been nothing for him. He heard the sounds of running water and headed in that direction, ignoring the taunting shouts behind him. The ground was getting higher - he was running up hill which made no sense because he thought he was headed towards water. Just then He broke out into a small clearing, about ten yards in front of him was the edge of a cliff and he knew enough about geography to know that the water he heard was probably at the bottom of it.

A few paces later Jackson realized that he was right. The bright side of this was it pretty much guaranteed him an escape because there was no fucking way these assholes would catch him now. The bad part was that there way no fucking way he was surviving that jump. But the footsteps behind him weren't faltering and he could hear laughter. They thought they had him cornered. Guess again dickheads. He's rather die from this jump then give them the satisfaction of actually killing him. Please let the angels be hot in heaven, Jackson prayed as he launched himself off over the edge.

It was funny how often he used to do this and now this kind of jump could actually kill him. About half way down his body suddenly spasmed uncontrollably. What the hell? His body caved in on it's self and his arm scrapped along the rock edge before he was completely surrounded by water. His other shoulder hit an underwater rock and he felt it shift in an unnatural way, his mouth opened in pain and a rush of water filled his lungs. When his head broke the surface he was coughing up water, he watched as the deep cut on his arm slowly started to heal and he grinned. Reaching back he popped his shoulder into place and laughed. Talk about perfect timing. "Take that you fuckers!" Jackson yelled up to the crowd gathered at the cliff top. He was still laughing to himself as he swam to safety.