Beasts Of Pennsylvania - | The Nature of the Beast |

32.

"She's had a rough evening. We all have. It's best we leave this be until morning." Charlie spoke to the members of the organization, Davina's family, that stood in front of him. When Charlie first heard Davina's painful sobs from a distance, blaring loudly in both of his ears, he looked over to his two best friends. He knew Dean and Jackson wanted to go after her. They exchanged an unsure look, however. Charlie didn't have to read their minds to know where their thinking was. His discussion with them earlier had gotten to them. He knew if one of them went, the other would be upset they weren't the one to comfort her. So, Charlie sped off without a word. He quickly embraced her, allowing the young woman to sob into his arms for what felt like eternity for the both of them. He unintentionally fed off of her emotions and bodily pains, making his heart and body ache. He wasn't sure what part of her was physically hurting considering she was essentially his kind now, but pain radiated all throughout his body. He hoped to whatever God that it didn't feel the same for her, though he knew it must've. While he gave her much needed solace, Dean and Jackson removed of Vincent's body by giving it to Niklaus as a 'thank you' gift for what all the ghouls had done for them. Charlie then decided it was time they head on back to the mansion. He hoisted her up, bridal style, and carried her into the backseat of one of Dean's vintage car's, a 1971 Chevrolet Chevelle ss. For the entirety of the ride back to the compound, he held her. Eventually, she'd fallen asleep with her head resting on Charlie's chest as she clutched onto his burgundy, shearling jacket. Jackson suggested setting her down in the seat next to him, but couldn't find it in himself to let her go. When they arrived at the mansion, Charlie carried her up to her bedroom for the evening, making sure her door was guarded at all times. With Vincent no longer alive to resume control, whatever beasts were left were free from him. Charlie believed that if some of Vincent's crew willingly followed him, she wasn't entirely safe from any of them yet. When Charlie left her bedroom, he was then met by Victor, Aaron, Elliot, and a retuning Colton. "I'm sure you guys could use the rest, too." Charlie continued. Victor's worried eyes remained on Charlie as he closed the bedroom door. Victor let out a heavy sigh before nodding his head. His second eldest nephew was quick to voice his distaste.

"I can't wait until morning, Victor!" Colton exclaimed.

"Well, you're gonna have to. All of us are." Victor said sternly. "We'll be back here at eight sharp." Victor spoke to Charlie. The beast nodded his head in agreement before the members of the organization took off down the hall. He then made his way to the first level of the mansion and to Dean's office. As he walked throughout the halls of Dean's home, he passed by the main room where majority of the bloodshed took place. He noticed some of the beasts scrubbing down the ceiling high walls, trying to remove all traces of the deep, crimson blood of their fallen soldiers. When he reached the office, he noticed Lucian speeding past him with an upset expression. Lucian shot Charlie a nasty glare as he passed by. Charlie wasn't surprised nor was he bothered by it. He wasn't aware that Catrice never mentioned their past to her ex-fiancé. It wasn't his relationship, so he didn't care any. When he entered Dean's office, he found both his King and his co-leader present. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of both. In that moment, Charlie could notice a slight tension in the air. He wondered if he'd entered in on something. He figured with the door open, he was free to walk in. He seriously hoped he wouldn't be scolded for his actions.

"Davina's currently resting in her room. Victor and the other's have taken their leave. They'll be back in the morning to check on her, however." Charlie explained.

"Thank you, Charlie." Dean spoke, his blue eyes fixated on his friend and co-leader. Charlie shivered, feeling disturbed by the genuine tone of his King. It wasn't rare that Dean would express his gratitude to his co-leaders, but Charlie had always been much too unserious to accept it. He then curtsied gracefully with a dorkish, half smile.