Amy Blankenship - Tainted Blood

Putting more strength behind it, Devon abruptly jerked his head to the left. The arm gave and Devon backed away with the dismembered arm in his mouth. Warren dropped the leg and took a few steps back when Devon pounced and sank his fangs into the demon’s neck.

Warren sat down and started cleaning himself when he heard the unmistakable sound of another Skitter just beyond a cluster of trees. Looking back at the skitter that Devon was finishing off, he decided that everything was in good hands and went to investigate.

Devon saw Warren leave out of the corner of his eye and quickly killed the Skitter before jumping off its back. Dropping the head, Devon shook himself and turned in the direction Warren had gone. They’d tag-teamed since joining up with one another and Devon was having a blast.

He’d gone a few feet when another Skitter dropped from a tree directly in front of him. A deep growl erupted from his throat and he hunkered close to the ground preparing to pounce. His feline eyes narrowed when he noticed that this one looked extremely agitated.

They stared into each other’s angry eyes before the Skitter hunkered down in mimicry of what the jaguar was doing. Devon growled and leapt toward the demon, intent on killing it quickly. The Skitter leapt at the same time and the two collided in midair.

Devon’s claws swiped at the Skitter but missed, however the Skitter’s strike directly at his head was dead on. The Skitter landed unharmed on all fours while Devon’s unconscious body landed with a thump… knocking him out cold.

The Skitter hissed victoriously, ambling over to the jaguar and grabbing one of its hind legs with a long clawed hand. Dragging the huge cat across the cemetery behind it in the opposite direction its partner had gone, the Skitter approached a small crypt. Opening the door, the Skitter placed the jaguar inside before backing up and staring down at the animal for a moment.

Its head tilted at an odd angle as if it was deciding the best way to kill its prey… instead, it simply backed out of the crypt. The creature returned moments later dragging two of its dead brethren through the damp grass. Dropping them beside the unconscious jaguar, it moved back out of the crypt and shut the door, locking it with the loosely hanging bolt lock.

Without looking back, the Skitter ran at top speed across the cemetery, avoiding the demon hunters scattered across the property. Making its way to a side road, it stopped and appeared to take a deep breath before its body began to shift.

Within the passing of a few seconds the Skitter was gone and in its place stood Trevor.

Rolling his neck and shoulders before dipping down to pick up the clothes he had discarded, Trevor calmly stepped into Evey’s view. He’d backtracked to the cemetery and parked her there before re-entering the graveyard saying he was checking on the progress of the battle. Once he was out of sight of his car, he’d shifted into one of the Skitters and put his plan into action. Now all he needed to do was get dressed and finish his self-appointed mission.

Trevor combed his fingers through his hair in agitation… he didn’t like what he’d just done but still allowed the small smile to form on his face. When Evey opened the driver’s door for him, he closed the distance between them. Trevor paused when he heard a fox whistle coming from her.

Looking down at his naked body, he wondered what Ren was thinking when he’d given Evey such a human personality. It was a good thing the car had no idea what he’d just done… otherwise he’d been in a world of shit.

“Such a magnificent specimen,” Evey’s voice teased.

“You hush,” Trevor growled and quickly dressed. He slid behind the wheel knowing he would only have a couple of hours before Devon woke up. This would have to be fast if he wanted to get away with it.

Trevor was silent as he drove Evey to another secluded spot and shut off the car. He sat there for a few minutes with his eyes closed wondering if he was doing the right thing.

“Is everything all right Trevor?” Evey asked softly.

“I’m fine Evey,” Trevor said. “I need you to do something really important for me. I’ve got a secret mission that I need to finish. No one else in PIT is to know about this… its top secret.” He cringed at what he was about to say next, “Storm doesn’t want any reports filed on this and you can’t say anything to anyone.”

Evey was quiet for a moment, “How long will you be?” she asked.

“Only a couple of hours,” Trevor answered. “It won’t be too long.”

“Be careful,” Evey said then the dash lights went dark.

Trevor got out of the car and started walking down the street. Once he was out of Evey’s sight, he shifted once more… this time into Devon Santos and jogged the rest of the way to Chad’s place. Walking into the house using the spare key Envy had forgotten to take back from him, he made his way through the quiet apartment.

He knew Chad would be asleep and bypassed his friend’s room to Envy’s closed bedroom door. Pushing it open, he walked in and stared down at Envy’s sleeping form. His eyebrows furrowed into a sad expression when he caught the scent of salt lingering in the room. He felt bad for making her cry but he was handling his jealousy the best way he could.

Back at the graveyard… there had been one fleeting moment where he thought about killing Devon. With Devon gone, would Envy have turned to him in her grief? He had forced the tempting thought from his mind. It startled him at how quickly the evil temptation had appeared in the first place.

He could never hurt Envy like that and it scared him that he’d even remotely considered it. Besides… watching her mourn another man would be just as bad as watching her love another man. And as much as it killed him, Trevor knew Envy loved both of them. He hadn't been lying a couple hours ago when he’d pointed that annoying little fact out to her.

Moving silently, Trevor slowly stripped off his clothes and crawled in the bed behind Envy. If this was what it took to steal a couple of moments alone with her… then he refused to care who she thought he was. He agreed with the concept that there were no rules when it came to love or war… and right now he felt like he was in the middle of both.

Envy felt the mattress sink down behind her and instantly turned toward Devon, hugging him very tightly and hiding her face against his chest. Her mind had been filled with thoughts of Trevor for the last hour and it left her feeling very guilty.

Now that she’d seen PIT in action, she realized Trevor had been keeping secrets from her because he had no choice. She’d been heartless enough to break up with him over something he couldn’t control… even wrongly tasered him for it. How could she have been so mean?

His heartbreak now was her fault and she wasn’t going to punish him for it… if anything, she needed to try to become his friend again and maybe his heart would mend. She rubbed her head against Devon's hand where he was caressing her hair so tenderly.

“You’re back,” she whispered, wishing the heaviness in her chest would ease.

“What’s wrong Envy?” he asked softly.

“Nothing,” Envy lied and loosened her hold on Devon so she could pull back and smile up at him.

“Then why have you been crying?” he watched as Envy frowned up at him in confusion. Before she had a chance to deny it he reminded her, “I can smell the salt from your tears. You can’t hide your feelings from me.” He had to know if she was going to sic Devon on him later for what had happened when he’d brought her here.

Envy’s eyes widened. That was the same thing Trevor had said to her. Did both of them know what she was feeling better than she did? The knowledge that they could both read her so well left her feeling a bit exposed.