tampered | log; ongoing

log; ongoing

When; Sunday
Rating; PG-13 (for the fact that Anthony is a sex vampire today)
Characters; Thomas (

harrysbackup ), Harry (

dresden4hire ), Kyle (

justashow ), and Anthony (

coffeenspeed )
Summary; Thomas, Harry (who's a woman today), and Kyle (who's also a woman today) go to Anthony's to save his roommate from A...who's a rabid Incubus today :(
Log; Equipped with a few articles of Justine's clothing, and a clumsily woven white scarf that was gift from her, his kukri (you never knew), and his shotgun, Thomas made his way to the steps outside Building 9, Anthony's place. There was a woman standing around outside, rather impatiently, and he could only assume it was Kyle. Kyle. He understood he didn't trust him simply because he was an incubus. Hell, man, all the more reason to to trust me now, he thought. I get this thing, how it works. Why couldn't Kyle just let him and Harry handle it?

He came up and waved with a free hand. "Kyle? Nice hair." His smirk turned serious. Harry's on her way.

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Kyle glared back up at Thomas, wrapped in Warren's jacket which was thick enough leather that it should protect him from tooth and claw (should it happen) and large enough that it could conceal the tranquilizer darts and the stun gun he'd brought along.

Of course he didn't trust the incubus. He was an admitted murderer, and he didn't murder to save the world, he did it because he couldn't control himself. He didn't really trust this "Harry" person he'd never met either. Witches and sorcerers in Kyle's world were almost always evil.

"So nice of you to show up. You are not shooting Anthony or knifing him though, so what the hell are those for?"

It had only taken Harry a moment to gather up all the necessary equipment that he needed, although truth be told he didn't need all that much. He had also given Lash instructions with very strict limitations on what she could and couldn't do to ensure that he was as protected as possible against Anthony's White Court abilities.

He walked briskly up to the apartment, Mouse trotting loyally beside him. The giant Foo dog barked when it saw Thomas, who was posturing with another woman.

"Is the boy inside?" she asked as she neared them, not wasting any time. "And what about the girl?"

Upstairs, Anthony tried not to think about the world outside. He stopped responding to the messages on the Network and was now doing his best not to think about Cassie, oh so willing, in the next room. He tried not to want...

Oh who was he kidding... He wanted, needed what everybody was offering.

Thomas looked when the dog barked. It was times like this, with a woman on either side of him, that he realized how quiet it was in his head. An old habit reminded him he could take them both, if he wanted, but it was just an echo, not a need.

"Yeah, Harry. We assume they're both upstairs. Anthony should be in his room, Cassie in her's. Kyle," He gestured to the other woman, "will be after Cassie. We'll take care of Anthony."

He intentionally ignored Kyle's questions about the kukri and the gun. Sometimes, things couldn't be avoided. He'd already figured out Kyle wasn't hearing him when he said...well, anything, so he was no longer wasting the breath.

"I want to know how you plan to take care of Anthony, Harry." Kyle's glare shifted to the other woman.

"If you're planning on harming him with black magic you can just turn right around and leave. Both of you."

Harry ignored the pointed insult that the other woman gave because time was of the essence. She was only going to forgive the one though, and after that she wasn't going to take anymore lip.

"I'm going to put him inside of a magic circle," Harry explained. "Once the circle is complete, he won't be able to pass through it. I can even make it large enough to contain his bed so that he can simply try and sleep, if he wants."

Just a quick trip to the kitchen, he thought to himself, just something to make him less hungry. He could do that, without even looking towards Cassie's room, right? Right?! He had to have some control over himself. Thomas could do it, he could control himself. So could Anthony.

He stood up and put his hands on the drawer he used to barricade himself inside.
He didn't want to hurt anyone, and leaving would mean risking just that... But he could handle a trip for a snack...

God, he was going insane...

"Can we have fewer insults and more moving, please?" Fighting the Hunger was never easy, and it never got any easier. It was all dependent on one's strength of will and Anthony, well, he was young, he'd never dealt with anything like it.

He'd be going insane soon. Hell, after Harry had him in a circle, he'd still be going insane, but at least he nor his mojo would be getting past Harry's barrier.

What pointed insult? The majority of magic, strong magic, was dark in nature. Kyle knew this from quiet moments with Warren when the other man explained the dangers of relying on magic and its practitioners for aid. Even the witch employed by the Pack wasn't completely trustworthy.

"I don't see why you can't simply tranquilize him until midnight. It's not that far away," Kyle muttered. She'd trust good drugs more than a magic circle.

But she waved her hand in an impatient gesture. It isn't like she could stop them from going in and making a hash of everything if they wanted to. Harry certainly seemed as arrogant and assholish as Thomas, all things considered, but Kyle could and would call Jack if things got out of hand.

Edited 2009-08-09 22:41 (UTC)

"Because we have no idea how long the tranquilizers will work, if they'll work at all," Harry explained, tone still the epitome of patience, even as she moved past Thomas and Kyle to get to the apartment.

"I have no problem relying on mundane means to accomplish things," she continued. "But in this instance, magic is the more reliable option. Now if you'll excuse me..."

Harry opened the door to the apartment and called out. "Anthony, Anthony are you in here?"

He told them to stay away. He told them to stay away, but they didn't listen. Oh God, he wanted to get his hands on someone, so much.

Before he could even thing about what he was doing, the drawer hit the wall and he was opening the door to his bedroom. He didn't know his eyes weren't exactly human at the moment, all white. Just a short trip to the kitchen, right?

"I'm here," he said quietly, his voice almost seductive. When he heard himself, his eyes widened and he shook his head, trying to get some control back.

Thomas swallowed when he heard the voice, and grimaced at the tightness it caused in his pants. Boy did it suck to be on this side of the equation. Damn it, City, wasn't a month of this punishment enough? He heaved a sigh.

"Harry, you know what to do. Kyle. Please just stay back."

Kyle shivered and wrapped Warren's jacket tighter around her shoulders, finger on the tranquilizer.

"I'm here to collect Cassie. You're going to have to at least clear the path for that."

Harry was thankful for the protection that Lash afforded her, even protected as he was the wave of sexual desire hit her like a wall. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, keeping her long pea-coat pulled closely around, trying to minimize as much of her femininity as she could.

"Anthony, I need you to go back into your room," she said. "We're going to make sure you don't do anything more that you'll regret."

His hand tighten on the doorframe. He didn't want to go back to his room, damn it. But at the same time, he knew, he knew he should do it. They were here to help, even though he could feel them reacting to him. Just like Cassie did.

Yeah, and that ended well.

He swallowed and nodded. He took a couple steps back, each costing him a lot. But he got back to his room.

Thomas watched him, knowing the will it took to take matters back into your hands. "That's good, Anthony. I know it's hard man, but you have to listen to us. Harry here, I know he doesn't look like himself at the moment, but he can make it so you can't hurt anyone until the days over, ok? You just have to listen to us."

"And they aren't going to hurt you," Kyle said, pointedly, as he moved in behind the other two.

It was weird, hearing Anthony talk differently, watching him act strangely, and there was a slight tugging in the back of Kyle's mind that said something was wrong. But he didn't feel an overwhelming attraction. Then again, Kyle had the bond of Warren's love, Ianto's, and Jack's wrapped tightly around him.

"We're not going to hurt you," Harry agreed, trying to give Anthony a kind smile as the young man stepped into the room.

"Now, I want you to close your eyes and recite as many perfect squares as you can," she said, reaching into her pocket to take out a marker. "Out loud. One times one is one. Two times two is four, and so on."

His eyes travelled to Thomas, taking in the perfect frame. "One times one... is one," he said slowly, trying to distract himself. He looked at the woman, Harry. Oh God, his hands itches to touch her. "Two times... two... is four."
Kyle, girl Kyle disappeared somewhere and Anthony wanted to see her again. He swallowed hard. "Three times three.. is nine," he said closing his eyes, because if he kept watching, he would break all his resolve and try to touch them.

"Four times four is... sixteen."

"Good," Thomas said, easing into the room behind Harry. "That's good, Anthony. "What's five times five?"

Kyle found the unconscious girl and checked her vitals quickly, before attempting to pick her up. It was difficult, considering how the gender-change had given Kyle less muscle and height to work with, and she had to half-drag her off the bed and out of the bedroom.

"Thomas," she whispered, quietly, "I might need help lifting her."

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