Dead in Love

Chapter 4: Bad Girls

They were back in the road the next morning, Mira didn't talk to Lucas, Lucas tried talking to Mira through Griffith, Griffith was extremely uncomfortable in the situation, Jean was singing to a song on the radio while driving, and finally, Boris was still in the trunk, but he had calmed down... At least they thought.

"Griff, can you tell Mira I didn't mean to do that last night." He whispered into the boy's ear, whom sighed in response and looked over to Mira, she stared back at him with a raised brow as he went through the process for the hundredth time. Tugging her shirt, apologizing, and then telling her whatever Lucas said. Then she'd respond with 'Tell him to fuck off' and Griff would have to turn around, tug Lucas's shirt, and tell him what she said, without actually saying the word fuck. Then the pattern would repeat.

It soon began getting on everyone's (except Boris, he was in the trunk and didn't know what was going on) nerves. "Mira's father, may I sit in the front seat? I cannot take sitting in between these two. It takes a lot to annoy me but these two refusing to speak yet using me as their messenger is purely immature!" The boy huffed as Mira and Lucas glared at him.

"Immature. Says you." She said rolling her eyes and looking outside with a groan, Lucas did the same, but with a more defeated sigh. If you could count how many times they had done this you would think 'Are they married? Or just fucking confused about their feelings?' Sadly, no one could answer that.

Without permission, small Griffith unbuckled his seat belt and climbed up into the empty passengers seat, crossing his arms with a huff after pulling on his new seat belt. He looked ahead onto the road with a bright smile. Now the car was completely silent, with Jean's uninterrupted singing and the occasional scream of help from the trunk.

"Dad, when are we letting Boris out?" Mira asked her father, who took a minute to realize it was meant for him. When he did remember the fact he was a father, he looked back at her and gave a smile, slowly pulling over.

"Right now, and you can do it, I don't wanna be the first person he sees in twenty-one hours." He tossed the car keys to Mira, who fumbled them, but in the end did actually catch them. She slipped out of the car and walked around to the trunk, unlocking it before throwing it open. Taking a few steps back as she saw her boyfriend, he didn't look that different, he wasn't a pale blonde more like a dirty blonde, sure as hell wasn't fit as fuck anymore, but not chubby, just average. He was, an average Joe. But an angry average Joe ready to rip off someone's head.

"Boris, baby, calm down, it's me." She smiled at him warmly before untying the rope on his wrists, and staring into his pale blue eyes, he just looked at her with a raised brow.

"You know I fucking heard everything inside of here?" He snarled looking at her as she slightly frowned, rubbing her neck. "What squeaker did you let in the car??" She gave a quick sigh of relief before helping her boyfriend out of the trunk and dusting him off.

"Time Keeper, Griffith is his name and he looks like a tween." She smiled at him as he smiled back, placing his hands on her cheeks and gently kissing her, she ran her fingers through his hair before coming to his quite small horns and giving them a tug which made him stumble back.

"Since when could you see th-" He was interrupted by her raising her bandaged hand as he frowned. "Oh. I'm sorry."

"Don't, just, when we stop at the next motel tonight, that's when you can forgive me." She purred into his ear, running her hand from his head, to his neck, to his still tight ass. Which she gripped almost violently. Earning a shocked, yet intrigued noise from Boris. "I am gonna dry you up~" She continued which made him grip her hips, pulling her tighter as he began kissing and sucking at her neck.

"He isn't that attractive I must say honestly, why doesn't she like you Lucas?" Griffith asked, looking to the sulking demon who was sadder than he had ever been angry.

"Well in my belief, she does like Lucas but from hearing how he was at first, she believes his horrid behaviour will reappear if she does admit to liking him." Jean commented as Griff gave a nod, Lucas just sighed and straightened his back, looking at the two in the front seats.

"It's because she told me she liked me and I lied saying Demons couldn't... feel love." He said as the two in the front seats nodded before looking at each other.

"Why would you do that?" The boy asked with a raised brow, Lucas rolling his eyes.

"Because she's a fine piece of ass and at first that's all she was to me. Now she's like... Fine ass and someone I want to marry in a bundle... well more like fuck, and not fuck others while fucking her."

"Ah, young love." Jean groaned, honking the horn at the couple who were furiously grinding on each other while making out. "Someone please separate them."

No one volunteered, so Jean just had to go in reverse.

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Everything was quiet that night, they had to rent three rooms since Lucas made a huge fuss to get one to himself. Mainly because the only way he knew to deal with grief was go to the local bar, drink enough booze to seem drunk (because he physically couldn't get intoxicated) and pick up a chick. Who would even know he did it? He had a separate room, yeah it was beside the love birds but his mindset was 'fuck them' at this point.

It didn't take a long time for him to find a place while aimlessly walking around the small southern town. The Hunter's Hideout they called it, he personally didn't think it was a bad name but honestly he just needed something to put his dick in at this sad point in his afterlife. Walking in to the place made it obvious he was new, almost everyone there was a local man or elder, trying to drink away their wives' fucking nagging. He groaned and took a seat at the bar, ordering a tall glass o' Beer brand Beer, which he found himself downing in merely a few minutes.

"Wow mister, you sure can take a lot of liquid, think you swallow better than me." A voice came from beside him, a girl had sat there without him noticing, and she sure as hell looked like she didn't belong there.

Her sleek light brown hair which shone even in the shitty lighting, her eyes a deep brown which still gave off colour instead of looking black. Her make up non-existent, yet her eyes had a natural darkness and her eye lashes were long, thick, and nearly black. She had an even tan from her face to her feet which made her look Hispanic or a Latina. Yet it didn't even rival Lucas's beautiful dark glow. Wearing a white tank top with no bra underneath, loose jeans, and flip-flops, well, Lucas was intoxicated merely by her appearance.

"Fuck woman, I wanna stuff every hole you got... Name's Lucas, just telling you so you can scream it tonight." He grinned as she bit her lip looking at him, slowly bending over closer to him so he had a clear view down her tank-top.

"Natalia, and you'll be screaming my name~" She stared deep into his eyes with an intense lust filled look, placing her hand on his thigh and squeezing it.

He was being driven fucking crazy...

And he was gonna fuck her like mad.