DoomPet

Chapter 68

Crüe slowly woke up in bed to Haru's loud purring as the cat snuggled deeper and deeper into the crook of his neck, savoring the early morning warmth.

The Slayer woke up with the cat's butthole pointed right at his face, "Eww!" He rolled over away from the cat, grabbing at the blankets and stealing them from Crüe.

"Aww I know Haru. He's a big baby." Crüe grabbed the cat and snuggled him close whispering into his ears.

He rolled back over when he heard all that loving baby talk. "Do I still have the bruise on my head? It feels a little better at least." He looked up at the marauder with his face half buried in the pillow.

The blood from the bruise had drifted down his face overnight leading to his still very bright purple welt and two black eyes. "It looks a little worse. I can get you a heating pad."

The Slayer went to thank the demon or even blow him a little kiss but he was interrupted by his phone ringing on his night stand. He grabbed it and groaned in agony at seeing the number, "Oh fuck! It's Samuel!" He set the phone down he grumbled something as he grabbed his head, readying himself to talk to the robot so fucking early in the morning. He finally grabbed the phone again and answered, "What is it?"

"Well that was mean." Samuel huffed.

The Slayer squinted his tired eyes and listened carefully. He could hear Samuel's voice twice. "Hello?" He spoke into the phone's microphone and in the other room he could hear his voice echo clear as day... almost like Samuel was standing right outside his bedroom door. "Are you right outside the bedroom door?"

Samuel paused for a moment and sort of shifted back and forth, "Yes, but I have good reason-"

Rage twisted up through the man's veins. Why did Samuel always wake him up so fucking early! He crawled out of bed, realizing halfway across the room that he didn't have anything on other than underwear, but hell if it helped to damn near flash Samuel for him to stop barging into his room he'd do it! With one smooth, enraged motion he opened the door nearly snapping it off his hinges.

Samuel gasped and stood shocked, "God dammit put some clothes on!" He screeched. "And Christ, what happened to your face?!"

The Slayer didn't realize what the big deal was until he saw a rather shocked looking Elena Richardson sitting on his couch.

She covered her face with her hands and looked away, but not before taking a quick peek. "Samuel, I told you we should have called before we went into their apartment!"

The Slayer back peddled into his room, closing the door, "Sorry Elena!" He turned around with a horrified look on his face. "Oh god dammit."

Crüe rolled out of bed and got dressed alongside the Slayer.

Haru sat on the bed meowing quietly and pawing at the air towards Crüe. He enjoyed the demon's warmth and wanted to cling to him more.

The Slayer scooped him up with one muscular arm and walked out as Haru protested, craning his neck back to look at the demon. The man cleared his throat awkwardly, "I'm sorry about that Elena." He set Haru down to walk around, but the cat just crawled up onto his foot and held onto his leg.

"Oh no, no, that was my bad." She glared at Samuel, embarrassed, "Do you really just walk right on in all the time?"

"Please, he has walked right into the bedroom before!" The Slayer rolled his eyes and walked over to the kitchen, hobbling as Haru still wouldn't get off his foot.

"Anyways," Samuel cut both of them off, "What happened to you? What's up with the cat?" He shifted his shoulders back and gasped, "Did you sneak outside the walls?!"

"No!" The Slayer touched his forehead and winced, wishing that Samuel would just leave so he could wallow in pain. "Also the cat is Haru now."

Elena gave him a confused look, "What? How?"

"Honestly that's a good question." He plucked Haru off his foot, "A lot happened yesterday." Samuel went to angrily bitch about him leaving the safety of the walls, but he cut him off, "All inside! I'm not lying!"

Daisy scurried out of her den just about the same time as Crüe stepped out of the bedroom.

Samuel snapped at him, "Well if you really were inside the walls all day, how did you get that bruis-"

"No," the Slayer stopped him mid sentence with a glare and a quick lean over the counter, "It's my turn to ask questions. Why are you here?"

"The power will be turning on in about an hour and we thought we could celebrate with you, but evidently you're in a pissy mood." Samuel grumbled that last part under his breath. Elena heard it and glared at Samuel.

The Slayer let out a relieved sigh, "Well that's good. How does the power work? Is it gonna be enough?"

"Sit down and we'll explain everything." Samuel proceeded to talk all about the power system.

Crüe was nodding along, interested in how the humans worked their magic to get power. The Slayer listened halfheartedly, only asking questions when he was concerned about the safety of something.

The power seemed relatively clean and strong enough, but still the Slayer was nervous about it and he couldn't quite pinpoint why. He didn't want to admit that he could remember the last time humans had developed the "perfect" power source only to wipe themselves off the face of the planet.

They then explained what happened with Haru and the Slayer's face. Reliving the sheer panic that was yesterday made Crüe feel sick, but he felt Haru lay against his leg and smiled.

Their conversations were interrupted by a loud zapping sound and immediately the power returned. The microwave began beeping and protesting the lack of power and the tv turned back onto the broadcast channel and a variety of small appliances chirped and chimed.

The Slayer settled them all and sat back down, waiting for the new broadcast to update them with information.

It was pretty standard broadcast stuff. Discussions about power levels, energy conservation, how much supply they had. People asking questions etc, etc.

All and all Samuel had explained all the important stuff to the Slayer already so he barely paid attention. In fact, he just focused on what had happened yesterday. Seeing Crüe that frantic was just awful. Also the demon had told him that Haru felt like he was ignored and that made him feel like shit. He wanted to do something to make it up to Haru.

Daisy interrupted his thoughts, "What will they do about monsters that live in the lava?"

The room went dead quiet and everyone turned to look at her. The Slayer's eyes were bugging out of his skull. "The monsters? What do you mean?"

Daisy burst into laughter and put her hands up, "No monsters! I joke! I joke!"

Samuel leaned back against the chair he had dragged over from the kitchen table and put a hand on his forehead, "Daisy, NEVER do that again."

The Slayer's heart had nearly burst. He didn't even know what to say. The joke was such a cheap shot, but it did actually make him feel a little better. If Daisy, who had been in hell for much, much longer than he had, was joking about the primeval lava it probably wasn't anything to worry about. "Christ, Daisy, one of these days you're gonna give me a heart attack."