Beasts Of Pennsylvania - | The Nature of the Beast |

18.

Upon hearing the name of the man who Davina never considered her father, she pressed harder into the throat of Al, keeping an intense glare on Vincent. Dean, Jackson, and Charlie were on high alert upon hearing the name of the man. The smoke clouded their vision, but Dean could see enough to confirm it was indeed Vincent up on the balcony.

"Go ahead. He serves me no purpose any longer. He found you all of those years ago. He's no longer of any use to me." Vincent said plainly, his tone indicating he didn't care. Davina stood still for a moment, contemplating what to do. It had always been a hope of hers that one day she'd give Al what he deserved. That she'd be able to put a bullet in his head or whatever method she ended up choosing to end his life. She thought Dean had done it himself. But, she also wondered what would happen if she reacted. She didn't get the chance to. Davina's foot was shoved back by Al, making her stumble backwards with the force. She frowned as Al sped over to her with the same speed she had seen from Dean and his beasts. Al gripped onto her hair, pulling her forward with much force. Davina winced as Al brought her chin up for him to get a better sight of her. Jackson fought the urge to speed over to her. His brows furrowed, wondering the connection between the two. Charlie wondered as well.

"That's the last time you lay your hands on me. Got it? You be a good girl, now." Al gritted through his teeth.

"Vincent! You let her go or I start putting bullets in your men." Victor said as he and other members of the organization held their guns up at Vincent's allies, ready to shoot on command. Vincent chuckled.

"We wouldn't want that now, would we, men?" Vincent said, turning to his allies, emphasizing the word men. Dean frowned only slightly, taking a mental note at that. The beasts eyes followed them carefully as Vincent waved for his allies to follow him out into the hallway to make their way downstairs.

"Oh, Alfie, I'm sure they want to see their girl. We wouldn't want to worry them when she's out of their sight, would we?" Vincent spoke to Al. Al didn't speak once. He only gripped tighter onto Davina's hair and lifted her over the railing. She screeched as she was lifted up from the floor, her eyes widening at Al's strength. Al gave no warning as he let go of her completely. Dean, Jackson, and Charlie sped over to her to catch her. Jackson caught her before she hit the floor, wrapping his arms around her middle as she wrapped her own around his neck. Her heavy breathing in the crook of Jackson's neck told him she was a little shaken up. He rubbed her back up and down as he brought her back over to the middle of the floor where Victor and the organization stood.

"You're okay, now." Jackson said, repeating the words he told her the very first time she let her guard down around him. Davina immediately felt calm hearing them. She lifted her head and patted his shoulder lightly, letting him know she was okay now. He then gently set her down on the floor. Immediately she was pulled to Dean's side. She frowned up at him, wondering why he pulled her. She wasn't expecting to find a look of concern in his eyes. Her eyes softened as she placed her hand on his back, letting him know as well that she was okay.

"Now, where were we?" Vincent asked as he entered the room with his allies.

"You were about to tell us what the hell you're up to." Victor said, making Vincent huff.

"What I always have been, brother. I'm taking back control. The hunters of the organization ran this city since the early 1800s. Or at least that is what we thought until we learned that there were abominations living in our city." Vincent said, glaring at Dean specifically.

"We agreed we would co-exist in this city because it is your home just as much as it is mine. You controlled just enough up until you gave it up." Dean replied, his voice clear and threatening.

"I gave it up for something even bigger. For a chance to gain back full control. And maybe even take a little more." Vincent spoke with a smirk.

"You'd rather have control over family?" Charlie asked, disgust lacing his voice.