The Succubus and her two Mates

10| Refuge

Ronnie hoped it was just a coincidence that a demon had been so intent on "helping" her. Maybe the creep had just been waiting for anyone to come along. But he seemed to know who she was. She didn't know if he had been there for himself or someone else.

Pushing that concern away, she ran up to Brock with Brand. One concern at a time.

"Shit!" Ronnie exclaimed, horrified at the visage of a knife sticking out of Brock's side. She'd lived a rough life, but this was beyond her experiences. "Don't pull it out. We need to call for an ambulance."

Brock shook his head. "I'll be fine. I just need somewhere to heal."

"We can get back in the club-"

"Too many people." Brand cut her off. "He needs to partially shift to speed up the healing." Brock was leaning heavily on him now.

Ronnie hesitated. "My place isn't far..." It would be quicker than driving back to their hotel.

"Let's go there, then." He looked down at the remains of the demon. "I'll message Jon to clean up this mess and join us later."

Ronnie took the injured side of Brock to help staunch the bleeding around the blade. He hissed in pain but didn't say a word. Brand took the bulk of his weight as they moved out onto the street. It was quiet, not being the main thoroughfare, and anyone who saw them would have assumed they were just helping a drunk friend.

They arrived at her apartment building, and she fished around for her keys with the hand that wasn't covered in blood. "I'm just on the first floor. We'll need to take the stairs."

She led them to the stairwell. Brock looked very pale under the fluorescent lights. "We're almost there," she said soothingly.

Once in her apartment, she ran and grabbed her only towel, hesitant only because she had used it that day so it wasn't going to be sterile.

Brand laid Brock on the couch. Ronnie was glad it was pleather and dark in colour- she'd be able to clean the blood off later. She felt like she was in shock, her mind fixating on things other than the fear of Brock not being okay. Brand ripped Brock's shirt, so he could see the wound.

She handed the towel to Brand, who used it to press around the wound as he pulled the knife out, pushing the towel into the wound once it was free.

Brock roared in pain- a sound deep and inhuman. Ronnie felt it in her bones.

She chewed her lip as Brand spoke soothingly to Brock, frozen, both horrified and enthralled by Brock's semi-transformation - his skin scaled, and he got bigger somehow - his face transformed, widening, his nose flattening into two slits. Thinner lips. Sharp teeth. He didn't form scales exactly, instead it was like an impression of them. A slight shimmer in his skin. She saw his bright blue eyes turn to a deep dark blue with slitted pupils. He grumbled at the pain, but Brand kept softly saying words of encouragement to him. His eyes met hers, and she became lost for a few seconds. She felt a tug at the deepest level of her being - something primordial.

With little growling humphs, Brock closed his eyes and seemed to slip into sleep, still in his semi-dragon state. Brand seemed satisfied with the slowing of the bleeding and after a few more minutes the bleeding stopped all together. Ronnie could see the wound was closing. She shook her head in disbelief. She heard about the amazing healing capabilities of shifters, but this was beyond what she had ever imagined. Not even vampires healed this quickly.

Brand rocked on his heels and looked back at Ronnie. "Thanks for bringing us here. He should be okay now. He'll just need some rest for an hour or two."

"What does he look like when he fully transforms?" She couldn't help but voice the question.

Brand smiled at her. "He's magnificent."