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Who: Mac. Markus. Vivian.
When: Sorta back dated.
Rating: R for violence.

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“I’m going to kick your ass, bitch.” I faced the first demon I saw. He had to be the biggest one. They stopped and looked at each other, I swore something like amusement passed between their cold stone expressions. Then again, by this point I was on the verge of hysteria and I needed something funny to take the edge off of wanting to freak out. If I could look back on this I’d find it hilarious thinking I was going to kick big demon ass. Oh god, I was going to get crushed.

( Mac wouldn’t lie down in a fight; I had to believe he somehow could magically poof his way to freedom. It was the only way, it wasn’t like he could fly, right? )

Who: Mac. Markus. Audr. Vivian.
When: Sorta back dated.
Rating: R for violence.

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Someone was shouting. Alright, maybe it was more a whisper, either way someone was trying to talk to me at the crack ass of dawn. I had regretted the decision to take to the bed without one of those useful body warmers Marty - daddy - always supply for me and I always needed to curl up against like they were my own personal security blanket. I had chosen the one night to want to sleep alone. I could have prodded one of the body warmers out of the bed to see who was from the school of ‘shout louder and the foreign language is immediately translated into the mother tongue of instant understanding.’

( I was going to die, in this hotel room with Markus. I wanted to punch Fate in the face. The voice in my head whispered: shut it. I wanted to punch that face too )