undone

She could’ve been at a party on campus, getting in one last taste of college life before she entirely moved on. Better yet she could’ve been holding her own party, pissing Teddy off, finding someone to sink her teeth into in more ways than one to round the night out with a bang. That would’ve left Lawrence entirely in the hands of Hannya, though.

Phoebe elbowed past people at the door of the warehouse, ignoring some of the snarls that came her way. Yeah, yeah, like Hannya, they were probably thousands of years old and the sorts of things that could’ve pulled her limb from limb with just their little finger, but there were few things more determined than a sister trying to save her idiot big brother from himself.

After she’d learned what had really happened to Lawrence when the vampires had invaded the valley, guilt had settled into her heart like razor blades, cutting deep. If she’d been with him instead of out in the woods, sharing her first kiss with Dotty, maybe she’d have been able to stop Lawrence from running off the road and dying. It would have meant sitting there for hours while he yammered on about whatever he was pulling out of the water, but she’d have put up with that to avoid this. There wasn’t a chance on earth she’d fail to save him a second time. Hannya was gonna have to accept that one way or another.

Inside, she finally slowed down, letting Kitty catch up with her. She fixed her gaze on Hannya as she sashayed out of the shadows, that tumble of ratty blonde hair and the curves that had obviously seduced Lawrence. Phoebe’s lips curved sharply, her eyes narrowing. Oh yeah, she had her eye on her.

”I need a drink,” Phoebe muttered. She waved a hand at the bartender, holding up two fingers. This was gonna be a long night. Impatient, she wiggled her fingers at him. The fighting had already started and she had no stomach for watching empty headed idiots getting their asses kicked for fun – especially not, wait was that Raik’s brother? Absolutely not surprising. The first two went down quickly and people started to drift away. At some point she lost Kitty in the crowd and ended up having to try and usher Eden out. Too much, too fragile, nowhere near drunk enough to avoid seeing all the weird shit here – another sticky situation waiting to happen that wasn’t gonna be added to her conscience.

Needing more liquor, she squirmed her way back to the bar and Kitty. Fingers held up again, three this time. Two for her, one for Kitty. Shaking her head Phoebe passed off a glass to Kitty before she swallowed most of her first in a single swallow. She was chasing what remained of it when her voice was called. ”What?” Clutching the glass, Phoebe shot a look at Kitty like she’d misheard, then up at the cage. Lawrence was already elbowing everybody out of the way, yelling up at the guy calling the matches.

The crowd was already cheering, probably because Hannya had strutted into the cage looking more like she was preparing for a Playboy shoot than a fight. Playing to them all with a hair flip that made her want to tear it out at the roots. ”That bitch,” Phoebe breathed. ”Hold that, I’ll be back once I’ve taught her a lesson.” She shoved the glass at Kitty and fought her way through the baying crowd.

There hadn’t exactly been a ‘how to stop a demon from seducing your brother’ manual online, but there had been bits and pieces about demons – most of which she’d figured were complete bullshit. They were just things in a human shell from what she could tell and that shell had to still be fragile enough to start to crumble with a beating, or maybe a little blood loss.

”Don’t worry,” she called to Lawrence, a smile that was maybe a little too smug on her lips. ”One of us knows how to fight at least.” With a gun on her hip and fangs that could tear out a throat. She hadn’t missed much about being a sheriff, but right now that gun would’ve come in handy. A quick end to the fight and Lawrence finally out of the bitch’s claws.

A tremor ran through the pit of her stomach as she climbed into the cage, but Phoebe forced out a chuckle as Hannya pulled her party trick and the whites of her eyes bled to black. ”So salty,” she crooned. ”Did you think I was gonna chicken out just because you put my name down for this? I’m guessing it was you, since Lawrence is freaking out.” Of course the demon had decided to act like she had the biggest balls as well as the biggest rack in here.

Phoebe side stepped, her fangs snapping out, veins crawling beneath her own eyes. Hannya was kicking off those hooker heels, grasping one like she was going to … fuck!. She snatched at the air, trying deflect the heel. It grazed her ribs before it clattered away. Staring down at herself, Phoebe snarled. That dress had cost the better part of five hundred dollars. Hannya probably wouldn’t miss the five dollar Shein special she was half wearing. Phoebe went to throw herself at her, but power slammed into her, tossing her back like she’d been caught in a whirlwind. The wall of the cage rushed up fast, one of the bars cracking a rib with a sick snap that was repeated a second later as it popped back into place.

”Can’t put your hands on me huh? Just on him?” Phoebe panted. She bared her teeth and blurred forward from a crouch on the ground, snagging a fist in the ratty blonde strands to force Hannya’s head back so she could tear a chunk out of her throat. Her gaze held Lawrence’s for a moment, her head shaking in a short arc. This was it, surely realising what the bitch was capable of would have him smartening up.

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A pain shot across his chest as he watched Hannya’s hand drive through his sister’s rib cage. There were rules in place, but Lawrence was stupid enough to think these rules applied to Hannya. She would break them just to prove a point. To prove no one could tame her. His first instinct was to launch himself at Hannya, snap her neck and bring an end to her human form, but he’d failed. “Hannya… let go of my sister.” He couldn’t even try and appeal to her better nature by telling her Phoebe was the only family he had left because Hannya had no better nature. She didn’t give a fuck that the siblings had been apart for decades, mourning the loss of the other. She didn’t care that Lawrence needed Phoebe in his life.

Lawrence had told Phoebe to mind her own damn business when it came to Hannya, but it wasn’t an argument to be had in that cage. They could fight it out later, away from the crowds, who were lapping up the entertainment. There was a wave of anger that these people were just standing there, watching it all unfold while clapping their hands. For a second his attention jumped to the crowd, as he looked for Hector in the midst of it. The only person who could maybe put a stop to this, by coaxing Hannya down. It was no secret the two also had some kind of personal relationship. Lawrence didn’t like to think about it too much.

Hannya delivered her demands. He was to switch it all off or lose his sister. Phoebe was already screaming at him to leave the cage and call bullshit on Hannya's conditions. They weren’t bullshit though. “I— I can’t walk away Phoebe.” If turning into a savage numbness asshole meant saving his sister, then he would do it. “Fine.” His eyes darted back up to Hannya’s as he glared at her. Whatever was about to happen after this he knew for certain this was the end of him and Hannya. He couldn’t crawl back into bed with a woman who tried to kill his sister. Well, at least this version of him wouldn't. His emotionless self probably would. “Phoebe.” He whispered, with a crack in his voice. He swallowed harshly, “I’m sorry… sorry for my future actions… I trust you to bring me back.” The first time he flipped the switch he was actually looking forward to feeling nothing, but this time he was terrified. There was a slim chance Phoebe would fail to bring him back or he’d do something unforgiven, such as killing her.

Lawrence’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as searched for that trigger that was buried so deep inside. Seconds later his eyes opened. All his emotions had been wiped away, leaving behind a hollow shell. “I need a drink.” He announced to Hannya and Phoebe as he headed back towards the exit. The man on the mic was now standing upright again after recovering from his snapped neck. As Lawrence stepped out of the cage he darted for the man, snapping his neck a second time. “That’s for ignoring me earlier.” Lawrence stepped over the man, pushing his way through the crowd, heading straight for the bar.


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