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A Pucked-Up Situation	By : ChysLattes Category: G through L > Leandros Brothers Series Views: 1564 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: "A Pucked-Up Situation"

By: Chys Lattes

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Author's note: The Eeriil *name pulled out of my arse* is mine, just like Piper and Jazel are my OCs. Everything else pertaining to the Rob Thurman fandom of 'Nightlife' or as it's called here, the 'Leandros Brothers' series, is not mine nor do I profit off it.

Chapter 5:

Catcher had eaten him. Catcher had murderously eaten the little boy.

And at the moment, Rafferty had never been more thankful for his cousin's killer instincts.

All that remained of him was bits of torn flesh laying about and thick dark blood matted in Catcher's hair. If he'd have seen it coming, Rafferty still couldn't have stopped him. But that didn't matter because it wasn't truly a little boy.

The boy was a trap. A creature that shifts shape, maybe into grandma, little Sunny-girl or a harmless baby kitten that you can't help but cuddle- so it can rip your face off with long serrated teeth. It had knobby jointed limbs like things that wrap around you in five rib breaking embraces; spidery, with strength to hold you still as it devours you in its pop-jawed mouth reminiscent of a giant Venus fly trap.

The creature, if he remembered correctly, was called an Eeriil, or something like that. Rafferty couldn't have known the difference since they let off the feel of a weaker or ill human in that form, which is perfect for their method of hunting even supernatural things that can sense such creatures. Rafferty was becoming way too complacent with his abilities. He hadn't relied on his superiorly designed werewolf nose but on his metaphysical power, the healing ability, to sense from a distance and recognize what he was dealing with. It had steered him wrong, but Catcher was on top of it. The Good Samaritan or curious and hungry beast became equal parts screwed and digested in one swift gulp.

Catcher had been trying to get to it, all right. He'd been eagerly wanting to eat it.

Catcher had just saved Rafferty from stewing in the shape shifting Eeriil's endlessly large stomach. The shock he'd felt when he'd been knocked out after Catcher's hasty movements was how the creature immobilizes it prey, a method of sedation that tells the cells in the body to shut down. Eerily similar to Rafferty's own ability to control the cells and their functions while he heals, but this one damages its prey.

Wearily, Rafferty raised his head and met a cold amber gaze.

"Thanks, Catch." He whispered, "But you could have saved some for me." He lightly chided. Yipping happily like a puppy, Catcher went back to gnawing on his meal, ripping out one of the dead creature's many faceted eyes and chewing on it lazily, growling to himself.

"So just who is looking after whom?" Rafferty ran a hand down Catcher's back, eliciting a deeper growl.

Rafferty had to admit there were monsters everywhere, some just more obvious than others.

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Hearing the keys jingling at the door's lock, Robin knew that the moment he had been dreading had finally arrived. This was fine. He knew exactly how to handle it; with expertly feigned indifference. After the ridiculous stunt by Piper Ishiah was all riled up with pent up energy and bristling with irritation, anger and molting feathers. When was he ever not? There wasn't much Robin could do about that other than apologize profusely for something he truly, for once, did not do. That and dodge the death glares.

He'd made progress though, when he stopped to consider the matter, his Ishiah was loosening up some. He seemed to be a little less anally retentive and a bit more attentive and open to suggestions. He just didn't always want to hear them from Robin which was his loss as most all of Robin's suggestions were gilded in proverbial gold. He just assumed it would take the recalcitrant Peri a while to understand that. Robin had quickly learned to make such suggestions when they were alone together. It always got him better results. His Peri would never show that more caring face in front of his employees. That was for Robin and Robin alone, which he privately enjoyed.

First thing through the door, Ishiah stood ramrod straight with his eyes narrowed to slits upon sighting a relaxed looking Robin lounging carelessly in his living room. "Robin?" he asked tentatively. There were far too many pucks around lately so it must have been frustrating to not know for certain. Even worse to not know if it were Robin in his own penthouse!

"Who else would I be?" Robin was reclined on the sofa with Salome curled comfortably in his lap, the loud thrum of purring filling the room. He had a paperback novel in his hand.

Ishiah set the keys on the table next to the door and took in the disheveled state of the room. Upon seeing the cracked wall he stated, "I see you've been redecorating. I can't say your tastes have improved over the years." The Peri crossed his arms and stared at the glaring hole.

"Tell that to the demon whose thick hard head left the hole then. And send the malaka my repair bill."

"A demon," Ishiah perked up, "Which one?"

"Jazel, he called himself."

"Never heard of him."

"Neither had I."

"Promise informs me that our little trickster problem has been resolved. Am I to assume I'll be receiving payment for damages to my bar?" Ishiah took a seat beside Robin only to have Salome let out a warning growl. That cat was possessive.

"What damages? You stabbed Piper in the abdomen. He spilled some blood, admittedly your fault, which Caliban cleaned up. He threw some shot glasses, none of which broke. I think you're even." Robin snapped his book closed and tossed it on the coffee table near his crossed feet.

"My check book doesn't think so. He nearly drank me out of a bar, once Cal started serving him alcohol." Ishiah was half turned in Robin's direction, just out of reach of Salome's sedately flexing claws.

"Last I knew your checkbook didn't have an opinion." Robin said through heavily slit eyes, stroking his hand down Salome's up reaching spine. Patiently Ishiah took a deep breath, eyes closed. Robin continued to stroke Salome from ears to tail. She relished this attention and leveled a self-satisfied slit yellow eye at Ishiah as if to lay claim to Robin as hers, not his. Her expression was strangely reflecting of Robin's at that moment.

"I honestly thought you had cheated on me after proclaiming you'd be mine and only mine. I thought you'd been true, but then suddenly it was so easy to question it."

"Piper messed with your head then, as any good trickster would."

"You don't know how angry I was." His quiet but insistent tone was loud to Robin's ears.

"You stabbed him in the gut, thinking he was me. A truly endearing act, on that thought. Believe me, I know not to cross you, you demented cockatoo." Robin shook his head sadly.

"And watching Piper flirting blatantly with Caliban who seemed strangely oblivious."

Robin looked up at Ishiah, blinking, "He said Piper kissed him, he couldn't have stayed oblivious."

"Yeah, he did."

"That had to have wound your impressive wings into a twist." Robin said with a feral grin.

"I accidentally kicked Caliban in the head while aiming for Piper's back." Ishiah sighed. "I was not trying to hurt him, that kid. It was clear he had been caught unawares by Piper's mischievousness. I knocked him out. I then ended up dueling with the puck until he fled for the streets, leaving a trail of blood behind him." Robin didn't mention at the time he'd thought he'd be kicking him, not Piper, but considering at that moment he'd already tried to gut him, he let it slide.

"You made Cal clean it up then? No wonder the pup was pissed." Robin's amused smirk told Ishiah he'd heard the other half of this tale already, most likely embellished with a dose of bitching. Nodding, Ishiah continued, his face impassive but voice lightly breaking, "Don't ever. I couldn't stand it." Robin followed his thought effortlessly and seriously contemplated this sudden heartfelt confession. The room fell silent as Salome stopped purring. He didn't need to say it aloud, but Ishiah was hurting at the very thought of Robin ever leaving him. Not just for someone else but just leaving in general. Robin had ceased his placating motions and the mummified cat looked up expectantly. Giving up on him, she pounced, suddenly using Ishiah's lap as a spring board to jump down off the couch, leaving angry red scratches seeping blood through his pant leg. He reached a hand to touch the small but thickly bleeding wound but it was covered by Robin's right hand before he could reach it.

"I'll get you something for that." Robin said before he went in to the bathroom to rifle through the medicine cabinet. When he returned he was carrying a cotton swab, disinfectant, antibiotic cream and a small, innocent looking box of band-aids. Ishiah watched bemusedly as Robin laid these items out on the coffee table. He pulled his pant leg up reluctantly to let Robin tent to the scratch. He didn't comment on the 'Hercules' band-aids complete with the goat man 'Phil' clearly visible on the side of the box.

"I won't hurt you." Robin said as he applied the stinging disinfectant to the small wound. It actually did hurt Ishiah but no worse than the scratch itself.

"It's just a claw mark." Ishiah rested his hand on Robin's head, fingers threading slowly into his brown curls. Robin applied the antibacterial ointment and scoffed.

"That's not what I was referring to, love." At Robin's softly spoken response Ishiah leaned down to kiss the puck's forehead. If he had tears in his eyes while he did so he could easily blame it on the damn cat. Or the fact that Robin had just gently applied one of the childish grinning goat-man bandages to his leg.

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It was quite some time later that Piper became the source of another form of disaster, confusion, and/or conflict. (Take your pick.) But as with many things that are not immediately apparent no one knew it until the fat lady had donned her coat and locked up for the night. Or at least until long after Cal had locked up the bar and headed out to the busy nightlife of New York's crowded streets, but even then his part in all this wasn't in the immediate foreground.

Cal walked quickly with his hands in his pockets. He glanced across the street as he waited for a traffic light to quicken its snail's pace to green, getting a vague feeling that someone in that direction was eying him. Searching past the taxi cabs and passing vehicles, pedestrians and occasional members of the preternatural community (who were all at least minding their own business and behaving themselves in whatever their unique cultures deemed appropriate for their social situations) he found no trace of anyone paying him any real mind. The light finally changed and the blood flow of the city walked on past the intersection. The feeling of creeping stalkers tailing his every move stayed right with him just as surely as its namesake could. A close inspection of the crowd behind him via a reflective wall informed him of one interesting fact: the demon he'd met just recently was following him.

Now why was that?

Cal nonchalantly slipped into a video store. For all the demon knew he intended to rent a movie for the night. He pretended to browse the different genres up and down the aisles for ten minutes before it struck him as strange that the demon had stayed outside. He palmed his cell phone and typed a one-handed message to text Niko on his whereabouts and the fact that Satan's little helper was stalking him. Before he could hit sent the phone was knocked from his grasp as he heard a snicker in his ear. Cal whirled on the spot only to come nose to nose with Jazel.

"Satan's little helper? I'm afraid I'm not important enough to warrant the title. Yet." Jazel traced a lazy tongue down Cal's narrow nose, his breath light and surprisingly minty.

Both men heard a click as Cal slammed his hand against Jazel's chest and reached toward his gun only to have the demon capture his hands and pin them by his wrists to the wall behind him, slammed between the video shelves lining the walls. Lined with DVD boxes, several of which hit the floor with a clatter, the shelves stuck out from the wall with only minute spaces between each shelf horizontally, just enough space for the demon to pin Cal to the wall in an uncomfortable position. To anyone looking they could have been two lovers going at it in the back of the video rental shop. To anyone looking who happened to be in the know, Cal was actually screwed and not in that pleasant a way.

'Ok,' Cal thought, 'I know some things about demons: super strength, check. Good looks: double check...yeah. Bad attitude: Plentiful.' Cal kneed him in the groin and got no real response other than a wide wicked white grin at his failure. 'Floppy drive? Nil.' It would please Niko to know he learned something new and interesting every day.

"What do you want?" Cal asked, his anger evident in his growl as he struggled to loosen the demon's hold.

"What do you want more than anything?" the demon offered, "I can do it, Cal-i-ban." He finished the last word mockingly in a slow sibilant hiss. He knew Cal didn't like his name, the name of a monster. 'How the hell?' Cal couldn't fathom it, why the hell this demon wanted to mess with him.

What did Cal want? Easy. For Niko to be happy. Even better, safe and happy. More like, for him to be both financially and physically stable, stay healthy, to have a normal life for his brother. How about just have the two of them be normal brothers in a normal, caring family and no monster at the window? Just to be one of the mindless, innocent passersby who know nothing of the dark and cruel world surrounding them. How about to have a world that isn't so dark? Is that so bad? That wouldn't work though, and Cal knew it. The world stays the same whether you're aware of it or not.

Fish sticks and cartoons. Best laid plans. Free Playboy Channel. Hmm.

"Right and all it would cost is my putative soul. I know the line, dirtbag. I won't be your free lunch." Through Robin's informative lecture on the ways of demons he'd been forced to sit through at Niko's insistence, he'd learned that demons actually eat people's souls. That's what happens when you sell your soul to the devil. One of his henchmen takes a bite out of you. You have your fun and they eat you too. Demons, in their infinite malevolent evil, can make you want it more than anything, but not only that, they can provide it too. For a price. They're the real shit. You can dream it you can have it, that's the idea. Maybe Cal hadn't understood it properly, but Robin made the Demon's metaphysical magical whatnot sound pretty potent. Like something that can alter lives, if the deal is made. Was it worth his soul to save Niko? Could he put Niko through that?

A salacious grin graced the demon's thin white lips as he leaned in close to stare Cal in the face. A deal with the demon, with the devil by proxy, can't be much better than hearing the glass shattering lullaby of the Auphe for the rest of a short eternity. And Niko would never forgive him, but what if he never knew the difference? What if they were ripped back through time like passing through one of Cal's gates to a world where every person started over and their mom wasn't the desperate, drunken bitch that fucked a monster and tossed the end result in her eldest son's lap for him to deal with alone? Could he imagine a world where Niko didn't have to train and study and master the art of the million ways of killing things just to keep his baby brother alive? A baby brother that shouldn't exist.

Could he give up everything for Niko?

Damn right.

Cal took a deep breath and stared into Jazel's intense eyes. "What I want…"

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I am seriously trying to improve my writing style, so helpful reviews involving critique of my writing are much appreciated. Even if you just tell me you liked or disliked it would be helpful at this point. This story is updated first at my deviant art account mentioned above. - Chys
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