#but Mick ain't havin' it

[onthepyre]

"hey, mick." mandy's voice crackles over the phone. it makes the distance between them feel all that much further, the way the shitty mountain reception softens her rough edges. "you been doin' alright?"

"fine," he answers, shorter than he really means. "what're you callin' for? this is an emergency number."

she chuckles. it sounds more like a cough. "what, you don't want to talk to your baby sister?"

"c'mon, mandy. the fuck do you want?"

"i'm up in west virginia. a friend of mine has a bit of an issue that i need some backup for."

"where in west virginia? and what kind of issue? christ, i can't do this without a few details."

"just north of elkins. it's some kinda poltergeist - a nasty one. been fucking with him and his siblings for weeks, but it's getting worse lately."

"i'll be there soon. two days max. send me the address."

"will do," mandy says, and the line clicks dead.

oklahoma to west virginia is a bitch of a drive, but mickey manages with the help of more than a little redbull. he rolls into the holler just past seven the day after the call. it's not much except for a church and a stop sign; the only houses in sight are edging on decrepit, heat radiating from their roofs. it looks like nearly every other town in these parts that mickey's ever seen.

the address in the text is off the main roadway, down a shitty gravel alley. a foreboding spray-painted sign greets him a quarter mile before the house, but mickey forges on. something akin to a double-wide trailer sits in the valley he pulls into, with a teenage kid on the porch weilding a shotgun. he brings it to his shoulder when mickey steps out of his car.

"what are you doin' here?" the kid yells.

"mandy sent me," he shouts back. "heard you guys have been havin' some problems."

the boy lowers his gun and shouts into the house for someone named ian. he's joined then by a lanky ginger with freckles from his forehead to the backs of his hands, arms crossed over his chest.

"you're mickey?" his name slides off ian's tongue like jam off toast, sticky sweet and slow in the appalachian drawl. mickey nods and ian gestures for him to follow back into the house.

"i'm sorry for carl," ian says once they're inside. "we keep to ourselves out here. he's our guard dog, of a sort."

"not the worst welcome i've ever had."

ian smiles at that. "can i get you a beer?" he asks. "or some water? we ain't got much else."

"beer's great."

ian opens two bottles and takes a long sip from his, half-lidded eyes focused on mickey.

"we think it's our dad. he drank himself to death 'bout two weeks before it started. it messes with me and our big sister the most, but everyone's seen him at some point or another."

"where's he buried?"

"little cemetery 'round back of the church."

"we'll get mandy to stay here tonight and keep an eye out. you and i will go dig up dickhead and torch his bones. that oughta solve it, but i'll hang around for a while and keep an eye out. is there a place everyone else can stay for the night?"

"gotta cousin i can call," ian says.

they shoot the shit 'til sundown, near an hour later. ian's charming, funny. more than once, his gaze catches on mickey's exposed shoulders and lingers there. mickey returns the favor. ian shows him a polaroid of one of the bedrooms - a shadow stands in the corner, reaching for the fan. he says the blades went flying off a couple seconds after he snapped the photo.

mandy pulls into the driveway as ian's sister hauls the other kids off in a busted-up station wagon from the 80s. she hugs them both on the porch, promising she'll be alright. she claps ian on the shoulder before they part ways and, if mickey sees it right, winks at him.

it isn't quite dark when they pull into the cemetery, but the sweltering heat is faded enough that mickey's willing to shut the car off while they wait.

"be about a half hour before we can get started," he says to ian. "you won't be sleepin' much tonight."

"figured as much." ian's voice is heavy. he looks at mickey out of the corner of his pale green eye, and fuck, mickey can't help himself. he pounces across the seat. ian's so enthusiastic he nearly knocks out mickey's front teeth, but that's fine, that's more than alright. ian's got a hand on the small of his back and is pulling hard, so mickey hauls himself over the seat to straddle him. he feels feral. rabid. it's been ages since he got to indulge like this and by ian's desperate kissing, it's been even longer for him, if this isn't the first time.

mickey's phone rings about ten minutes in, when ian's shirt has come off and he's yanking at the hem of mickey's. he picks up; mandy sounds pissed.

"you douchebags better get your asses in gear. he's mad as hell."

"hasn't even been twenty minutes. relax, we've got this."

"mhm." the sound of shotgun fire rings through the phone. "if you don't hurry the fuck up i'll come over there and do it myself."

"i've got it, thanks. take care."

"be careful," mandy says. "use protection."

she hangs up before mickey can say anything.

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[ladyshandioftheendless]

Shandi’s Whumptober!

So a lot of these might be pretty short but I hope you’ll still enjoy them~

Shandi~ 

Day 2: Nowhere to Run

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“I have you now.” 

Paul had slipped up again. He allowed himself to get too comfortable and unwittingly caught the attention of the Hunter who had been pursuing him relentlessly. And now he was caught. Weak from going too long without blood. Cornered with nowhere to run. The Hunter stood over him, a wooden stake clutched tightly in his hand. “I’m gonna enjoy killing you.” 

“Please...I already told you I was sorry! What more do you want?!” 

“You think that just saying sorry will make up for what you’ve stolen from me?! You promised you would make me beautiful forever..that I would never age. But what did you do once that mangy dog came along..? You forgot I existed!! YOU IGNORED ME!! HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MADE ME FEEL?!?!” 

“Bret..I..” 

“NO. No more excuses. No more lies. I’ll find another way to get what I want..but not before I destroy you..”  As he raised the stake for the killing strike, a hand grabbed his wrist. Tightly. So tightly he felt his bones shatter. “B-BASTARD!! LET GO..WHOEVER YOU ARE!!” 

“That’s as far as you go, Blondie..” 

Paul recognized that voice. Mick.

“I’m guessin’ you’re the one Heather warned me about. Didn’t expect you to be such a whiny little bitch.” He threw the Hunter back, sending him crashing into the opposite wall. “Thought I told ya before not to go so long without feeding. We need to have a talk about your self preservation skills.” 

Paul laughed bitterly. “I suppose..part of me wanted to get this confrontation over with..” 

Mick sighed and shook his head. “Don’t be stupid. You realize how many ways Heather can kill a Vampire? You think I need that in my life when I got a kid to take care of?” He cut open his wrist with a fang and placed it against Paul’s lips. “Here. Drink.” 

“Mick, you don’t have to--”

“Yes I do. Do it.” 

Even when feeding on him Paul refused to be rough. Mick sighed again and helped him to stand. “Come on. Guess we gotta move somewhere else.” 

“I’m sorry..” 

“Don’t. I told Heather I would protect you and that’s what I’m gonna do.” 

~END~

[gioelline]

(This is international)

(Big mega radio smasher)

[Will.I.am:]

I had the time of my life

And I never felt this way before

And I swear this is true

And I owe it all to you

[Fergie:]

Oh I had the time of my life

And I never felt this way before

And I swear this is true

And I owe it all to you-y-y-y-y-yy-y-y-y

... dirty bit

... dirty bit

[Will.I.am:]

I-I came up in here to rock

Light a fire make it hot

I don't wanna take no pictures

I just wanna take some shots so

Come on let's go

Let's lose control

Let's do it all night

'Till we can do it no more

People rock it to the sound

Turn it up and watch it pound

We gon' rock it to the top

'Till the roof come burning down

Yea it's hot in here

The temperature

Has got these ladies gettin' freakier

[Fergie:]

I got freaky, freaky, baby

I was chillin with my ladies

I didn't come to get boji

I come here to get crazy

I was born to get wild

That's my style

If you didn't know that,

Well baby now you know now,

[Chorus:]

'Cause I'm

Havin'

A good time with you

I'm tellin' you

[Will.I.am:]

I had the time of my life

And I never felt this way before

And I swear this is true

And I owe it all to you

[Fergie:]

Oh I had the time of my life

And I never felt this way before

And I swear this is true

And I owe it all to you y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y

... dirty bit

... dirty bit

[Apl.de.ap:]

A-All these girls they like my swagger

They callin me Mick Jagger

I be rollin like a stone

Jet setter, Jet lagger

We ain't messin' with no maggots

Messin' with the baddest

Chicks in the club

Honey what's up

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who's the baddest of them all

It's gotta be the apl

I'm the mac daddy, ya'll

Haters better step back

Ladies don't load you're act

I'm the party application rock it just like that

(This is international)

(Big mega radio smasher)

[Chorus:]

'Cause I'm

Havin'

A good time with you

I'm tellin' you

[Will.I.am:]

I-I-I-I'v had the time of my li-I-fe

And I never felt this way before-fore

And I swear-wear this is true ue-ue-ue

And I owe it all to you

[Fergie:]

Oh I-I-I I'v had the time of my li-I-fe

And I never felt this way before-fore

And I swear-wear this is true-ue-ue-ue

And I owe it all to you

[Will.I.am:]

I-I-I-I-I had the time of my li-I-fe

And I never felt this way before-fore

And I swear-wear this is true-ue-ue-ue

And I owe it all to you

[Fergie:]

Oh I-I-I-I'v had the time of my li-I-fe

And I never felt this way before-fore

And I swear-wear this is true-ue-ue-ue

And I owe it all to you

... dirty bit