Born of Chaos and Grace

Chapter Eleven: Wake - Part II

"Let me kill him," Laine pleads while glaring in the direction of where their unwelcome and extremely aggravating guest is being held. The Cambion must hear her muttered remark, for a bark of laughter resounds from behind the tarp, followed by a sing-song comment about how he'd like to see her try.

Jamie sighs and runs a through his hair, sending Laine an exhausted look.

"Once we figure out what he all knows, you can have the honour," he grumbles before chugging back the remainder of the beer in his hand.

A groan slips from her as she downs the rest of her water, placing the empty bottle in the box with many other brown glass ones.

All day, they have been struggling to get the Cambion to talk, but nothing has been working thus far, which led to them taking a much needed break. Maggie had left a couple hours ago to grab some things for dinner, leaving her and Jamie at the cabin to continue their interrogation. Their lack of results are what led to Jamie downing the majority of his case of beer, the frustration evident on his face.

"Can I at least carve him up into tiny bits? Might make him talk," Laine points out with a grin, hoping to finally get some payback for all the comments the damn half-demon has made to her.

Unfortunately, Jamie shuts her down with a shake of his head and stalks over to the back area of the garage. Following him, she nearly marches back out when she catches sight of the smirk on Nate's face.

"How's the little dove doing?" he greets and cocks his head to the side, dimpled smile still present on his face.

"Sod off before I cut your tongue out." At her words, Jamie sends her a look telling her to either calm down or get out. Instead of arguing, Laine does as instructed and opts to lean against the wall to glare silently from there.

Nate bites his lip, wide grin still present, and turns his head to watch Jamie for a second before he returns his gaze to her.

"You'd be an interesting thing to possess, if I could switch bodies. All that pent up anger and guilt makes for a good time, so I'm told. And you're just full of it, Red." He licks his lips and winks, causing a snarl to build up in Laine's throat as it waits to be unleashed along with her rage.

Ever since he woke up this morning, he has been rubbing Laine the wrong way at every chance he gets. That's not to say she hadn't gotten in her fair share of jabs and assaults, both verbal and physical, but his constant taunting is beginning to wear her patience thin.

Without a second though, Laine darts over to the weapons wall and snatches one of the blades off the rack. She spins it in her hand once before she vaults across the few feet separating them, grabbing the monster by the neck.

Her fingers press into his trachea, cutting of his air supply, and she sees his face begin to redden at the lack of oxygen. She contemplates squeezing for a bit longer, the temptation of ending the hell spawn's life becoming increasingly appealing, but she decides against it. She knows they need to try and get something from him, and dead men don't tell secrets.

She releases his neck, watching with satisfaction as he sputters and tries to regain his lost breath, but before he has a chance to fully recover, she plunges the blade into his right thigh.

"Payback, bitch." Giving it a shove to lodge it deeper, Laine steps back and stares down at him with heated eyes for a moment before she spins on her heel and stomps out of the garage.

Heading into the cabin, she jogs up the stairs to her room and rips the dresser drawer open, grabbing a set of workout clothes from within. Since she can't kill Nate like she so desperately wants to – or any monster for that matter – running is going to have to be her outlet right now. She strips and slips on the capris and tank top in record time, only stopping to grab her phone and earbuds before she is heading out the door.