Beautiful Fuck Ups

Thrown to the Dogs - Greyson

Greyson's POV

Carefully doing up the button of my torn blue jeans before snatching a crumpled long sleeve shirt off the dresser, I let out a long labored breath. Enoch owed me big time for this, I bit back half a grin, bastard didn't even call first. I pulled the wrinkled fabric up over my head and pushed back into the main living area, fully clothed as per request of my darling dictator. "Wait wait wait... he did what?" Peyton mused, standing with a hand poised firmly on her hip and an expression that practically radiated pride, obviously I'd missed something already. Quiet twisted a fine lock of her violet hair between two fingers, seemingly just as smitten as Pey. "Climbed ass over tea kettle right out the fucking window." She shrugged, "You're joking! We're on the third floor!" Peyton giggled like a child, massaging her already bruising knuckles as a smile stretched ear to ear across her face. Quiet was obviously covering for Enoch's signature little Houdini disappearing act, as well seizing the opportunity to paint him as a prikless coward, two birds one stone. Bravo little lady, bravo. "Can you really blame the guy?" I chimed in, and both women turned their attention to me, "I would have done the same if someone ground their heels into my goods." I cupped my groin and shuddered a bit at the thought, this made the two of them snicker. "He deserved it." Quiet mumbled, Peyton bit down on the tip of her tongue and draped a hand onto Quiets shoulder. "I like her, I may just stick you in that dumb broom closet." I rubbed at the back of my neck while forcing out the most sarcastic and spiteful laugh I could muster, before pointing my finger first at my Peyton and then the little violet haired angel or whatever who I'd apparently been assigned to babysit for the next little while. "You. Not funny, and you. No ideas."

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"Where the fuck are you taking me we've been walking forever. Don't you have a fucking pickup truck?" Quiet hissed, wrapping her arms snuggly around herself as she visibly shook. I was trying my best to ignore her, chuckling to myself while she continuously muttered profanities under her breath. "Greyson-" She whistled at me like I was a house pet, which shamefully got my attention. "We couldn't have taken a vehicle? With a god damned heater?" The thick cover of snow stopped crunching under our feet as we neared the edge of the paved road, coming up on the tree line. "Sweetheart it's an underground Lycan meet up. Not a tailgate party." I scoffed, "I told you, you could have stayed home with Peyton." Her face twisted and she glared at me like I was the dumbest man alive for suggesting it. "You really think I would stay behind and sleep in that broom closet after being invited to watch you get smacked around at some supernatural fight club?" I raised a brow, "Hell no." Quiet spat and then began to march past me into the brush. "You don't want to go in there before me princess..." I warned, just as a thick branch snapped under her foot. Piercing howls rang in the twilight air, causing Quiet to shrink back a little. She still tried to feign indifference, but given her age I highly doubt this would be her first encounter with a Lycan pack, and judging by her ghostly expression they weren't nearly as friendly as I was. I grinned to myself, and trudged in after her. The two of us walked in silence for a few short moments as I waited for the thick pine canopy to conceal us from the town's view. "We still have a ways to go." My little update broke the heavy tension, "Stop that." She snapped without even looking in my direction. "Stop what?" I replied. "Being vague and mysterious, you're freaking me out." I laughed and scratched at the back of my neck, "Uhuh-" I began, "-I was just going to say that I don't usually walk from here, so I might have to carry you." Quiet narrowed her gaze a little, "What do you mean... carry me...?" I could almost feel an aura of hateful energy forming around her. "Christ aren't angels supposed to be sweet and gentle?" Tilting my head straight up at the sky and pointing a finger at Quiet I shouted "Hey! excuse me big guy! I think this one's defective!" She swiped my hand away and glared, still waiting on an answer. I cast her a wayward smile and my eyes flashed to a brilliant yellow, "Oh come now, I hate it when girls play dumb." I watched a sickly wave wash over her face. "You're joking." Stepping back from her, laughing I shrugged my shoulders, "Afraid not love." And with that my bones began to crack and grow, my fangs protruded as my jaws lengthened to a narrow muzzle and thick raven black fur covered my amassing body. In no more than five or ten seconds I'd become practically ten times her size, rising to my hind legs I gave my neck a loud crack to the side, mostly for dramatic effect.

Not gonna lie, I expected her to be in full awe seeing me turn up close, instead she was making the same face somebody would make after watching a friend wipe out on a skateboard or something, her lip was pulled back, honestly she even looked a little grossed out. "That looked like it really fucking hurt. Uh, wow. Ok. Sooo..." I planted both clawed hands on the ground and stooped my head real low to be more on her level while she spoke. "How do you want me to go about, this? Riding you business?" I huffed and my ears perked up, cocking my head to the side a little as well. She did not seriously just say that. Realizing it herself she clapped a hand over her mouth, "I-I mean not riding you-your business! Riding y-!? How the FUCK DO I GET ON YOUR BACK!? Holy FUCK Grey." Quiet stumbled and swore, I shook my head and turned over my palm, motioning for her to step into it, but as she grudgingly moved towards it she stopped, realizing something else. "Oh my God." I blinked impatiently, what the hell was it now? "You can't say a word right now can you!?" Of course I can't, did she think I was one of those fucking huskies from YouTube? "This is gold, oh my god you can't!" I let out a deep bellowing growl, to which she just thumped me on the nose for. "Ahaawwe what's the matter poochie? Cat got your-WHaA hey!" Exhausted by this already I'd simply grabbed her round the middle and not so gently tossed her just below the nape of my neck. As soon as I felt she'd grabbed onto some fur for support I leapt forward and took off in a sprint, kind of giving up on being inconspicuous with my little passenger after she started screaming her bloody head off. I laid my ears back flat to muffle the piercing noise, although to be fair that probably wasn't comfortable or secure whatsoever. Riding on a Lycan's back would be comparable with riding a horse bareback, her thighs would be bruised black and blue for sure. I grinned like a jackal through my fangs, I hope Enoch doesn't get too jealous.

Whipping and dodging through the trees and foliage as my paws shoveled whirlwinds of snow cascading behind the two of us, we approached a dim firelight in the distance, accompanied by a crescendo of cheers and snarling. The snow and shriveled leaves underfoot were starting to turn into flat ice and rock, and in a practiced bound forward I flung myself into the air over an out cropping and began to mid-air transition back into my human form, much to Quiet's horror. With a perfectly executed flip I might add, I stuck solid on my feet with arms outstretched and caught the falling angel as she less than gracefully tumbled out of the air. "Never..." She gasped greedily, "Do that... again." I snickered, "You're no fun." Quiet then happy to have me put her down was greeted by three already approaching pack members, headed off by our best tracker Kieran. "Woah hoho what have we here Greyson ya scandalous bastard? Don't say she's a vamp, you know I hate killing pretty women." Kieran had a rather average build, toned, but nothing you'd see on the cover of a magazine. He had the same black hair that I did except he had pale pinkish skin, especially around his nose, but first thing anyone noticed about Kieran was that his arms and even up the sides of his neck were completely covered in intricate celtic tattoos and line work. "No no she's not a bloodsucker, I'll explain once we get settled in." I laughed and pulled him in for a hug, "Well in that case-" he smiled, heartily patting my back and turning to the violet haired angel, who was still angrily fussing with her clothes. "What's your name then darlin'" Quiet looked up and sighed, forcing a small smile. "Quiet." She answered, positioning herself just behind me out of apparent caution. "You'll see the irony of that in a minute." I sang, the comment earning me a swift fist to the back of the head, Kieran wore a huge toothy grin. "Anyways-" I continued, rubbing at the sore spot, "Where's Ramsey?" Kieran shook his head, "The ring, teaching one of the welps a lesson, where else?"

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I'm running out of dog themed puns for my chapter names.

- Ember