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Kara x Zephyrine
Bones groaned rolled over onto his back and gasped for air as he tried catching his breathe. Literally everything hurt, he's probably never been in this much pain before in his life. Didn't help that bones growing back into place hurt more then the ripping them out part.
Callaghan's stammering made Emerson want to slap him. He wasn't the one in terrible pain at that moment, and he should shut up. She glared at him and he stood out of the breakfast bench quickly, grabbing his phone and dialing a number. The pain slowly went away but left another ache. This went on and off for a few minutes as Cal droned on the phone, and finally Emerson let out a scream. She started talking fast about how she wasn't ready and that all the baby stuff was at the house in Oregon and she couldn't do it without Crispin and so on. Callaghan hung up on the phone and rushed to her side again, gently helping her up to go sit on the couch.
Bones tried to ignore the pain as best he could and slowly opened his eyes, planning on surveying his surroundings. Only problem was, he was blind, the stupid acid blinded him. "Fuck" he hissed, because there was definitely no way he'd be able to escape now.
Although time felt to pass by extremely slowly, Cal softly talked Emerson through the contractions to console her. It barely worked, but knowing she wasn't alone -as she would have been if Cal hadn't found her- have her a little peace. Soon the midwife-Doctor-whatever lady came into the room and set a bag on the floor, talking some things over with Emerson and Callaghan.
Rattler sighed softly as he paced back in forth in his room, trying to go over why the spell wouldn't work but couldn't come up with anything. So eventually he just let the fact that his friend wasn't coming back set in and finished planning the wake. Once everything was set he sent the info to Emerson, giving her a time when it would be okay for her to come.
((It was Nicolai and Albany, right?))
((Okay :D I just didn't want to be like 'hey here's baby one and baby two' :P))
After hours of screaming and crying and excruciating pain had passed, Emerson eventually sat with both babies cradled in her arms. Callaghan had shut down the angel's questions about why they were demon babies, and eventually shooed her out of the house once everything had been settled for Emerson and the babies.
Cal came into the room with a glass of water for Emerson, and took one of the babies so she could sip it. She watched him cradle the girl in his arms so carefully, it made her smile despite the situation. "Did you have names picked out?" He asked quietly, not returning the girl even though Emerson had set the glass down.
"That's Albany," Emerson told him before pressing her lips to the boy's forehead gently before speaking. "This is Nicolai."
Cal sighed and sat down next to her, setting a piece of paper in her lap. "You got a text on your phone- it was a message from someone named Rattler?" Emerson read over the paper a few times, biting her lip.
"It's for Crispin's wake."
After hours of screaming and crying and excruciating pain had passed, Emerson eventually sat with both babies cradled in her arms. Callaghan had shut down the angel's questions about why they were demon babies, and eventually shooed her out of the house once everything had been settled for Emerson and the babies.
Cal came into the room with a glass of water for Emerson, and took one of the babies so she could sip it. She watched him cradle the girl in his arms so carefully, it made her smile despite the situation. "Did you have names picked out?" He asked quietly, not returning the girl even though Emerson had set the glass down.
"That's Albany," Emerson told him before pressing her lips to the boy's forehead gently before speaking. "This is Nicolai."
Cal sighed and sat down next to her, setting a piece of paper in her lap. "You got a text on your phone- it was a message from someone named Rattler?" Emerson read over the paper a few times, biting her lip.
"It's for Crispin's wake."
After several hours Bones still couldn't see a thing, but he was able to move around a little bit more. His wounds were only partially healed, but it was something. He crawled around the room as tried to get a good idea about how big it was and where the door was and everything that he might be able to use, though there really wasn't much.
Emerson and Callaghan talked for a while to figure out how they would get back to Oregon -although Emerson was surprised he was so willing to help. Cal told her that he was taught how to teleport, so he could get the four of them to a hotel where Emerson would leave the babies and Cal there so she could check the old house and grab a few things before heading to Rattler's for Bones' wake. Emerson was in the middle of a sentence when she paused, thinking she heard a voice.
It was a child's, or two, actually. Repeating the same words over and over again, and the shock of it made Emerson's skin cover in goosebumps and her hands shake. He is not dead. He is not dead. Cal gave her a worried look and glanced at Nicolai in her arms, then Albany. Both of the babies were staring at their mother.
Emerson opened her mouth and repeated, "He's not dead."
It was a child's, or two, actually. Repeating the same words over and over again, and the shock of it made Emerson's skin cover in goosebumps and her hands shake. He is not dead. He is not dead. Cal gave her a worried look and glanced at Nicolai in her arms, then Albany. Both of the babies were staring at their mother.
Emerson opened her mouth and repeated, "He's not dead."
After a while Bones gave up on examining the room and just collapsed in a heap in one of the corners. He closed his eyes and tried to forget about everything, about his pain and everything that happen in the last seventy-two hours. He tried picturing Emerson, but every time he did their latest fight would pop into his head and he would just feel worse and worse.
"What? Emerson..." Cal looked tired, and Emerson felt the Bones-exposed part in her want to hit him. She was the one who had just gone through labor. He also looked like he didn't believe her. "Let's just get going so you can go to the wake, okay?"
"I just said he isn't dead!" But Cal stood and passed Albany back and headed to go get ready to leave. Emerson stayed to the couch with the babies until Cal came back, holing Nicolai and placing his free hand on Albany and Emerson. In a flash they were in the town close to Emerson's property, and the four of them checked into a hotel. They rested the night before Emerson headed out to her house, grateful Malachi had left. She packed a couple bags and brought them back to the hotel, where she showered and dressed before sitting with the babies and Callaghan while she waited for her turn at the wake.
"I just said he isn't dead!" But Cal stood and passed Albany back and headed to go get ready to leave. Emerson stayed to the couch with the babies until Cal came back, holing Nicolai and placing his free hand on Albany and Emerson. In a flash they were in the town close to Emerson's property, and the four of them checked into a hotel. They rested the night before Emerson headed out to her house, grateful Malachi had left. She packed a couple bags and brought them back to the hotel, where she showered and dressed before sitting with the babies and Callaghan while she waited for her turn at the wake.
Rattler sat at the wake for hours talking and drinking with hundred of different demons, who had either liked or hated Bones. There was a wide variety of them coming and going, and well some just came for the booze. When it was finally all done he closed up the doors and made sure everyone was gone fore when it was time for Emerson to come.
Emerson waited a few minutes past the safe departure time, just to make positive it would be safe when she left the babies and Cal. She knew she couldn't be gone long because of the kids, so she quickly made her way to Rattler's house, pausing on the street to make sure there weren't any cars out front other than the demon she knew. When deemed safe, she jogged up to the front door and knocked.
Rattler opened the door and quickly ushered her inside, "I see you had your kids" he said and looked around for a moment before shutting the door and locking it. "Just a precaution" he stated before leading her to the viewing room. "Where'd you put the babies?" he asked, slightly curious.
"You're checking out my stomach?" Emerson asked sarcastically, although felt bad. She knew Rattler had gone through the same thing with Bones as she- she couldn't be beating up on him, despite his bad timing at the fight. She sighed. "I 'put' them with someone I trust. They're safe for the time being." She bit her lip and looked around at the display from what a demon wake must be like; lots of booze. She cut to the chase and turned on Rattler. "Where's the body?"
Ratter nodded slightly, "In that room over there" he said and pointed to the closed door. "Take as long as you need, and hey your not pregnant anymore take some booze with ya" he said and shrugged slightly. He wasn't very good with people who were sad or mourning, no he was not.
"I still can't-" Emerson shrugged her shoulders and took a bottle of vodka, although she had no intentions of actually drinking any. She went into the room without directly looking at the coffin or contents until she had approached. She set the bottle down on the table the coffin sat upon, her hand sliding to rest over Bones'.
Only, it wasn't Bones'. She could tell something was weird almost immediately, and she glanced up at the pale face at the head of the coffin. She grimaced. It looked like Crispin, but... She looked at the hand again and gently lifted it, curious of the children's words. She searched for a tiny scar that she used to trace, but it wasn't there. She tried to fit her hand into the hand, but it wasn't the same, and not only because it was a dead body. She felt like she had already cried all the tears she had, and didn't spend anymore over a body that was not her lover's.
She moved up to search the face, seeking for anything else out of place. She ran her hand over the curls to see that they were too short- in the year and a half she had been with the demon, his hair had always been the same length, to some extent. But this was way short. She carefully lifted one of the eyelids but quickly moved away, not wanting to mess with that. His eyes were black, not their usual bluish-green, as if he had died in anger. She looked around again and lifted the cuff of his shirt to see that his bracelet was gone, and finally she stood away.
"Rattler?" She called out, wanting him in there to confirm something.
Only, it wasn't Bones'. She could tell something was weird almost immediately, and she glanced up at the pale face at the head of the coffin. She grimaced. It looked like Crispin, but... She looked at the hand again and gently lifted it, curious of the children's words. She searched for a tiny scar that she used to trace, but it wasn't there. She tried to fit her hand into the hand, but it wasn't the same, and not only because it was a dead body. She felt like she had already cried all the tears she had, and didn't spend anymore over a body that was not her lover's.
She moved up to search the face, seeking for anything else out of place. She ran her hand over the curls to see that they were too short- in the year and a half she had been with the demon, his hair had always been the same length, to some extent. But this was way short. She carefully lifted one of the eyelids but quickly moved away, not wanting to mess with that. His eyes were black, not their usual bluish-green, as if he had died in anger. She looked around again and lifted the cuff of his shirt to see that his bracelet was gone, and finally she stood away.
"Rattler?" She called out, wanting him in there to confirm something.
Rattler heard Emerson call him and frowned slightly before walking into the room "What?" he asked and walked over to her. He had the urge to ask if something was wrong, but that was kind of a stupid question. The man she loved is laying in a coffin dead and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Emerson was staring at the face of the man in the coffin, and she barely tore her eyes away for a beat to look at Rattler. "Did you take off his bracelet or something?" she asked, not immediately wanting to sound crazy with her idea.
Rattler scoffed slightly and shook his head "No why?" he asked and looked into the casket, "What does his bracelet have to do with anything" he asked and looked back at Emerson. "Oh god, please don't tell me you're getting some crazy idea"
"Okay, when was the last time you saw him without that bracelet?" Emerson felt insecure in Rattler's words, but she knew she wasn't wrong. "Have you ever seen him with hair that short?" she questioned, standing her ground as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I don't know Emerson, contrary to believe guys don't study every aspect of their friends style choices" Rattler said and sighed softly. "Though yes,I have seen him with short hair, he used to wear shaved, he just started having it be long again before he let you"
Emerson scrunched her nose at the idea of Bones with a shaved head. "Well, since he's been with me, you haven't seen it short. Hell, I saw him the night before all of this happened -granted we had a huge fight- but his hair wasn't this short. I'm pretty sure he doesn't even own a trimmer." Emerson bit her lip and peered down at the body. "Crispin has a scar on the back of his left thumb." She gestured to the left hand with her brows arched. "It isn't there."
"Emerson, you shouldn't do this to yourself" Rattler said and sighed softly gently turning her so she was looking at him. "I would love it, if Bones were still alive, but he's not" he said with a deep frown. "and you trying to convince yourself that he isn't is only going to lead to you feeling worse."
Emerson glared in annoyance at the demon. "I'm not trying to convince myself, Rattler. It's true." She sighed and looked down at the body again. "What about the ring? That's gone too." She knew that wouldn't convince Rattler either so she finally said, "The babies told me." Though immediately regretted it- he would definitely think she was crazy then.
"The babies aren't even a day old, how are they supposed to be able to tell you anything" Rattler asked, starting to think Emerson definitely hopped onto the crazy train before coming over. "You're going to have to give me something more concrete, not something that just who would notice" he said with a sigh. "There were hundred of demons coming in there here, they could have taken his ring or bracelet. And if something was truly off I'm sure at least one of them would have noticed."
"Well, why doesn't he have a tan line from where the ring was? I'm sure tons thought something was weird about it- if his best friend didn't notice, how would anyone below him?" Emerson tapped her foot on the floor and huffed a peeved breath. "Where's Jacqueline? Was she not here?"
"Jacqueline doesn't know yet" Rattler said and sighed softly. "No one could get a hold of her" he said and shrugged slightly "I've tried a few times after everyone left but still nothing" he said with a small sigh before looking at Emerson. "Abby said she'd stop by her place though." he said. "Who also didn't see anything amiss by the way"
Emerson's eyes wandered to the face of the body again and bit her lip. "Where does Bones' father live?" she asked after a moment, crossing her arms over her chest.
Rattler sighed softly, "I don't know, a lot of places" he said and looked at her for a moment. "Please don't tell me you plan on doing something stupid." he said and shook his head slightly. "You can't just go and break into Marcus's place"
"Well," Emerson sighed, "It isn't stupid if Crispin is there." She eyed Rattler with an arched brow. "Both the times I met Marcus all he was hellbent on doing was torturing Bones- mainly through me. It was his exact words both times; why would he just kill him? There isn't anything in it for Marcus that way."
Rattler sighed, "Plans change, and maybe he decided he'd torture you instead. Make you live the rest of your life alone raising your kids or whatever" he said and shook his head slightly. "You can't even begin start trying to imagine what goes through that mans head"
"Or maybe he thought he could get both by taking Bones and leaving whoever this-" she gestured to the body, "Is in his place. Make me think he was dead without giving up torturing rights." Not that it was actual rights.
Rattler sighed softly, "You're right. But I don't know of a demon that's able to stay shifted like this after death" he said and pointed to the body in the casket. "If it was an impostor then he should have turn back by now"
"Maybe it's a human. Or a clone. Or a demon that just looks like-" Emerson paused, narrowing her eyes at the face in the coffin again. "Or it's another one of Marcus' sons- someone we didn't know about." She bit her lip and closed her eyes for a moment. "I do not believe he is dead."
Ratter nodded slightly, "I get it, you want closure" he said and sighed softly thinking a moment. I could try a tracking spell" he said after a moment. "If you have something of is we'll be bale to tell if that's his body in my house" he said.
"Sounds fair enough. I have something at the place I'm staying at. I'll bring it here." Emerson gave one last glance to the body before nodding at Rattler. "Thank you," she added before heading out of the room to go to the hotel.
Rattler nodded slightly before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. He went over to the living room and flopped down on the couch with a huff, not really caring for the situation he just got himself into.
Emerson hurried back to the hotel, slightly giddy despite the situation. She checked in on Cal and the babies, who were sleeping, before grabbing the Tshirt she had kept of Bones', explaining the quickest details to Callaghan before hurrying out and back to Rattler's. Once there, she knocked on the door impatiently.
Rattler grumbled slightly and quickly moved to go let the impatient angel in. "Okay, calm down seriously" he said as he opened the door and let her into the house. He saw the shirt and smiled small, "How long ago did he wear that?" he asked, because he wanted to make sure it was still a viable item.
"Mm... A couple weeks?" There was a time a few weeks ago when it had rained outside and Emerson had momentarily given back the shirt so they could toss the wet one in the drier for a bit. "Like... Thirteen to fifteen days, I'm not sure exactly."
Rattler smiled, "Good, because it at least had to have been in the last year, sooner the better" he said and lead her down to the basement, where he had set up everything for the spell. "Okay toss it into the bowl." he said and saw down in the ground in front of it.
"Okay, because before then, it was like six months." Emerson followed Rattler and only paused a moment. She knew she would find something else of Bones', so she shouldn't have been sentimental. She didn't want to put off finding him any longer so she chucked the Tshirt into the pot and stepped back so Rattler could do his thing.
Rattler smiled small before closing his eyes and starting to chant, everything in the bottle ignited a blue flame flickering in and out of focus for a moment before sparks flew, landing on the map that lay next to it. The map immediately went up in flames burning up the entire thing until there was just one tiny piece of it left.
Emerson watched the ordeal with interest, stepping forward and eyeing the map after most of it had burned. A smirk lifted the corner of her lips and she looked from the map to Rattler. "That is definitely not where your house is located," she hummed, pleased.
Rattler nodded slightly, "You're right" he said and stood up slowly. "But that is Marcus's house" he said and sighed softly. "The biggest one he owns actually. You know with all his demon followers" he said and looked over at her. "It's a death trap Emerson. Bones wouldn't want you to do anything"
Emerson sighed. "Rattler, I would feel sick knowing that he's still alive and I didn't do anything." She ran a hand through her hair. "So what is it, a demon mansion, play-house style? Have you ever seen it?" She didn't expect him to go with her; she figured she would have to go on her own and send the babies back to Tennessee with Cal, for safety.
"No it's Marcus house, the one he actually lives in" Rattler said with a sigh. "The basement is a labyrinthine of torture chambers, that you would probably get lost in by the way" he said and sighed softly. "Anyway, the house is about a mile long, though it may not look that way from the outside, it's spelled" he said and sighed again. "But yeah every single on of his followers have their own room.
Callaghan was obviously watching her, and noticed the weird expression. "Hey, you okay?" She didn't answer quick enough and he slid to the bench on her side of the table.
"Shit..." Emerson whispered, and Callaghan's eyes widened.
"It's okay, it's probably just a stress contraction," he assured, until she leaned forward, clutching her stomach in pain. "Okay, maybe not. I know an angel Doctor, she'll help."