Jason Schuyler

Follows behind, very confused.

"WAIT! You pissed of Satan? ...which one?"

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"Yeah.'

Skittering to a stop, spinning back around.

"Uhmm, dark haired babe with no fucking sense of humor. Seems telling her not to ruffle my damn hair is an unpardonable offense of some shit. And then little Ms fucking knows better than her alpha had to start tryin to play goddamn hero and God got into it and some damn angel and... And yer walkin into Raina's playground, arentcha?"

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"Great, now Raina's bestest pal is after us. Wonderful. Why couldn't you have pissed off the other one, he just would have demanded kinky sex."

Shakes his head and sits down.

"Yeah, but it's okay. Adrian, Red and everyone else is going to be there. Plan on sticking towards the back of the room, near the quick way home. Anything happens, we're outta there."

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"yes. Forgive me for not planning a surprise attack by fuckin satan better. I promise to do better next time."

Anger running high, showing in gold eyes and the tic in his jaw, teeth grinding.

"Course it's okay. No big deal. Have fun. Really. Cause we know so far everyone else has done so fuckin wonderful on controlling her.'

Slamming into the kitchen, digging through the cabinets.

"Know it's here... had it the other night... what the..."

Muttering under his breath, rifling from something.

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Watches Gabriel, then closes his eyes.

"It's probably still in the lake. You didn't bring it back with you."

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"No. Not lookin for the damn tequila. I'm seriously not in the mood to be drunk."

Growling as he half climbed up on the countertop, digging through the upper shelves.

"Got i... OW! Fuckin hell it leaked.'

Dropping down, grabbing up a papertowel to wrap about the small, brown vial.

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Gets up and walks into the kitchen.

"Gabe, what the fuck is that?"

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"Don't fuckin come near, dammit. Don't need you gettin in this.'

Transfering the wrapped package to his other hand, looking down at the other. The inside of his index finger burned, blistered.

"Silver nitrate."

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Looks at Gabriel, shock and fear in his eyes.

"Get rid of it Gabriel. Please, just get fucking rid of it."

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"Oh fuckin chill. Not for you. Or even her.'

Glances to where Leela more or less hides in view.

"She don't have the allergy anyway if I remember right. And don't worry. Go to yer party. Have a good time, pup. Remember who yer comin home to?"

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Swallows, staring at the bottle.

"So, it's for you."

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Yes, Gabriel - yes I am allergic to silver. I'm a true were, just.. different.

Please don't do this.

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"Oh jesus fuck, Jason!"

Growling, not setting down the bottle as he crosses to the wolf, taking him by the arm, wincing as the touch, the rough grab, made a blister pop.

"I said comin home to! I'm yers, or have you already forgotten last night?"

Kissing him suddenly, fiercely.

"Go wish yer princess a happy birthday, pup."

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Whimpers when Gabriel breaks the kiss, stares at him, pain and sorrow in his eyes.

"I won't forget, but I won't come back until you're done with that, until it's GONE."

Turns and tears out of the house, shaking.

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"Does he really think I could hurt him? Leave him? Do I seem that weak, Leela?"

Not forgetting she was there as he set the bottle on the table, moving to the hall closet.

Digging into the back, he pulled out a long, hard case and set it beside the table, next to the silver.

"KNow anything about bullets, Dollface?"

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Not alot. Not much at all, really - know how to load 'em into a shotgun.

Why?

*gets up off the ground*

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"Well, this is a bit more than a shotgun.'

Finding a key in a drawer, he unlocked the case, lifting the lid.

"This is a Remington scoped rifle. Often used by police snipers."

Pulling one of the two boxes from the padded cases, he drops them with a tinkling thud on the table.

"Those are what is known on the street as cop killers. Modified for this rifle. Hollow points."

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OK, and what are you going to do with this, .. rifle Gabriel?

*picks up a box, opens it looking at the strangely shaped bullets*

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"I admit, I learned a lot from Raina. Most of it? Wouldn't do me a fuck load of good in the life I'm tryin to live now. This?'

Hefting the rifle, easy yet mechanical motions as he checks it, clears it and then brings it to his shoulder.

Peering through the scope, balancing it easily to make a few adjustments.

"I'm pretty handy with. Fair shot, fair distance. Now those candies yer playin with? They are made to explode on impact. The purpose? For a small hole in t'become a huge hole goin out."

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OH no, No...Gabe..

Don't do it. Don't do it alone. Not now, not tonight..

*searching for something*

Besides..

IFyoudon'tpunishme the devil will know.

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Laughing, shaking his head as he lowered the rifle, reverently putting it back in it's case.

"She gave me this for my twenty fifth birthday. I celebrated by taking out half a pack of were rats on her order. Using...'

Carefully, oh so carefully this time, picking up the bottle. Sounding gleeful, childlike, perky even.

"This. See.. you coat the tips in it. Then, when ya fire? It doesn't just put a hole in someone. It puts a large hole of itty bitty bits of burning silver in them. And that silver? Gets in their veins. And then, as they panic? Their own heart works against them, spreading it trhrough them... effectively eating them alive."

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