vinyltruth ( the jason incident )
considering the fact that josiah was a human that had ended pulled into a supernatural world, it was odd that it was suddenly his own baggage, his own ties that were bringing danger and pain to the people who were around him. this was his fault. through and through. if he had not gone to see jason, the older crane never would have come back around. had josiah not let delaney call for hale, then maybe the last image he had of the male wouldn’t have been him laying on the ground, body littered with bullet holes. all to protect him. all to keep him safe when, in all reality, josiah should have done more to keep hale safe. and dj, but the witch hadn’t been the one who been faced with the immediate danger. he’d stayed in the bedroom to call blaise. and if it wasn’t for the fact that josiah knew the singer was a demon, he’d be feeling guilty about putting his life in danger too.
❛ you didn’t see it … you didn’t see him, jason shot him so many times. ❜ arms tighten around delaney’s body and buries his face into his chest — but closed eyes bring on the images he’d seen downstairs and suddenly the teacher is pulling away from his partner. it’s only then that he realizes there’s a deafening silences that’s filling the walls of their home. ❛ why is so quiet? what’s going on? ❜ moving across the bedroom josiah presses his ear against the door, listening closely — trying to tune in to any sound that might let him know what was happening on the floor below but there’s nothing. no gunshots, no sounds of a fight, no screaming. it’s as if they were suddenly alone all over again. ❛ something’s wrong … ❜
the reassurance that their surprise visitor was a demon didn’t exactly put sefa completely at ease, but maybe that was more just his frustration from being interrupted. blaise was a cool guy. when sefa had gone out of his way to stop and help the band fix the broken down bus in the middle of canada, the singer had ended up offering him a job. one that moved him from his home country into this one, and one that had led to him meeting river. so he owed him one. he owed him a lot, actually. though that didn’t stop the huff of frustrated air that left his lungs only for it to be sucked back in when he stepped out of the room and saw the bloodied male he held in his arms.
blaise’s very presence alone was even more intimidating than usual. there was an intensity that seemed to burn behind blue eyes, anger rippling along every inch of his skin as he moved towards the table and carefully laid the wolf on top of the flat surface. sefa stayed on the outskirts of the room, almost hiding in the shadows as he watched the whole thing unfold. listened to the words coming from hale’s lips, took notice to the fact that with every sentence that came out blaise seemed to grow more exasperated. but he still stood tall. hovering near hale with his hands on his hips as his gaze took in the sight of every movement the other male made.
❛ no. at least, i highly doubt it. the bullets weren’t for him. they were for that josiah kid. but the fool decided to take them all. at point blank range. i was able to get them out, but … ❜ blaise’s hand waves towards hale as a sigh forced its way from his lips. ❛ just — tell me you can fix him. tell me you can heal him. ❜
❛ shouldn’t you take him to a hospital or something? ❜ sefa’s words have blaise’s head shooting up, as if it was a surprise the human was there at all. and with his eyebrows furrowed together, hatred spewing from the depths of crystal blues, the demon lifts his hand and uses an invisible force to wrap around the mechanic’s neck and slam him up against the wall. immediately sean is choking — hands grasping at his own throat as if he’s trying to pry the force off of him and let some air slip back into his lungs.
❛ interject yourself in my business one more time and it’ll be YOU that needs to go to the hospital, boy. ❜ but for as satisfying as it might be to kill ANYONE right now, the last thing that blaise could afford was getting on river’s bad side. and he knew that, for whatever reason, she’d come to take a liking to this mechanic. so he released his grip and let his gaze fall back on the witch before reaching into his back pocket to pull his phone out. there was still more business to attend to.
❛ just fix him. i need to check on dj. ❜ and with that he was stepping away, fingers moving over the phone screen to dial the guitarist’s number before the device was pressed against his ear.
for a moment, all delaney can do is let his lower jaw hang open like a fish. both arms wrap around josiah’s body with one palm pressed firmly to the back of the other’s head. dark eyes blur, fixating on a random point across the room while everything about the past few minutes finally starts to process.
no, he didn’t see what happened because he was a god damned coward. no matter what josiah said about himself he proved to be the one with the fight instincts, not delaney. the witch cowered behind closed doors like a child. he’d called into the universe for a demon to come to his side. no matter what he’d grown up with, delaney leaned on chaos to right his world. blaise was the first thing off his lips when push came to shove and at any other moment the witch knew there was something to unpack there but he was too numb to dig deeper. energy buzzed in his bloodstream, likely the adrenaline from a fight he had no part of.
“ it doesn’t matter, babe, “ delaney said with a hollow tone that was not his own. idle fingers continued their slow scratch against the back of josiah’s head. “ he’s a werewolf. “ that statement alone made the witch feel like a broken record but it also felt like a mantra that could keep him sane. “ regular bullets shouldn’t be able to kill him even in mass volume. it would have to… “ his head shakes from side to side. delaney had no idea how to explain the biology behind it because he found he didn’t really know how it all worked. something about silver reacted fatally to the magic in certain supernatural beings. he had no idea why, just that it did. he also found he had no idea if the right amount of normal bullets could prove fatal. logic said yes. who would be able to survive enough damage to vital organs?
when josiah moves, delaney lurches forward to grab an arm and pull the other away from the door. one piece of flimsy wood wouldn’t keep them safe from most things in the world but it was nice to pretend. “ josiah, do- “
the witch’s head whips around because his phone starts to ring. dread spikes, sending his heart into yet another frenzy. it was very possible everything was so quiet because no one was in their house any more. the gun shots could’ve scared jason right out of the house, leaving blaise to port himself and hale somewhere nice. like cabo.
despite the fear, delaney finds himself scrambling toward the bed because his phone was laying on a wireless charger. the image staring back at him had him slumping against the night stand. then again, blaise was always able to take every ounce of his fear away. everything was safe when blaise was around.
pushing the button, he brings the phone up to his ear as fast as he can. “ are you okay? what happened to everyone? it got quiet and i… “
a number of herbs are pulled from her pantry. as they’re sprinkled into her crystal mortar it’s hard not to think back to that very first time she’d ever met the wolf laying on her kitchen table. she’d been young. in fact, it had been right before the loss of her parents. they’d all been elbow deep in some chocolate cake batter when valentine, a family friend, barged in through the back door. hale had been riddled with bullets back then, too. at the time, a younger version of herself couldn’t believe someone would willingly end up like that so often but time helped her understand.
since then hale had been in and out of her life. living peacefully beneath a magical bubble simply wasn’t his way. in retrospect, it was probably his talk about the outside world that gave ester her itch to wander. having seen him injured so many times, river couldn’t imagine stepping outside the safety that was winterhaven. but, with the seasons come change and the barrier made her decision for her.
just as lips part to comment on the bullets sefa’s voice floats on the air, comforting yet questioning. to a human it was a perfectly logical answer and, if anything, displayed his concern. unfortunately, the demon clearly didn’t make the same logical leap because the next think she knows her boyfriend is floating in the air. in her surprise, the bowl drops to the hardwood floor with a thunderous crack. river side steps it. the crystal is replaceable. a human life is not.
“ BLAISE, PUT. HIM. DOWN. “
in the blink of an eye fenrir is standing next to sefa, ready to strike. the snarls are silent but no less present. river herself realizes all too late that she’d thrown a fireball in the demon’s direction. heart pounding, the witch looks down at her hand. it’s not the presence of fire she finds confusing but the quick jump to violence. that’s never been her way.
rather than dwell on it, or how widely the fireball actually missed it’s intended target, river straightens her back. “ you don’t get to come into my home and threaten someone i love. do it again and i ward this place so tight you can kiss any chance of help goodbye. “ a threat that likely wouldn’t stick considering how much river wanted to help those she cared about. but, a line had to be drawn. plus, a ward against demons wouldn’t prevent hale from coming through.
“ hey. hey hey. you’re both pretty. someone check on jay jay. he didn’t need to see all that. “
“ baby, “ river uses the distraction to focus on something else. blaise was walking away from sefa, leaving her muscles a little more relaxed. “ i really need you to rest. “ one palm gently covers the werewolf’s eyes. with her will, magic infuses the action and sends hale off into dreamland. it would also give her time to check on both her boyfriend and the fallen mortar.
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