Trouble {Lane Sullivan}

[graham]

Skin on skin, rolling in the sheets tangled and moaning. The night seemed to go by in a flash, the hours seemed like minutes, the minutes seemed like seconds. The intoxication that the sex provided lulled Graham into a sleep, and in a blink of an eye the room that was once blanketed in the darkness of night was bright and unyielding as it glared through his closed eyelids. Covering his face with his arm he groaned and rolled over, crawling out his bed he moved towards the bathroom yawning and stretch bare-butt naked and turned on the tap washing his face off, brushing his teeth.

Once back into the main room he gave the room a look over, noting none of Sully seemed to currently occupy the room meaning she was gone. It was for the better perhaps, he liked her well enough, and despite wishing she would have sticked around for breakfast the last thing he needs is to drag her into another complicated situation she didn't need. He felt as if a Hunter already has enough on their mind, baggage so to speak. Graham was just one duffel bag that he feels people can do without, Fallen Angel sounds cool on paper but it paints a target on his head for all sides.

He would have left it alone, however he noticed the curtain blowing from the window off to the side he could have sworn was closed when they had passed out. Moving cautiously over to it he pulled the curtain aside to see the window broken, a strange white substance on the windowsill. Running his finger along the substance he brought it to his nose and sniffed.

"Sulfur?" Blinking several times he moved over to his boxers, pulling them up around his body and then to his pants. After fully clothing himself he moved over towards his phone on the nightstand, catching Sully's note he added her phone number to his address book.

Looking at the window, then to the phone. He hesitated, but he had to make sure. Was she really gone? Or did someone or something snatch her up and leave the note. He knew he shouldn't have-- Sighing, he dialed Sully's number and put his phone to his ear while staring through the broken window. However, before the first dial tone even went through he felt something hit the back of his head followed by the rushing darkness that eclipsed his vision.

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The first sight when he opened his eyes was a corpse dangling motionlessly in front of his face, startled he tossed his head back, his whole body however was constrained to a chair with rope, chain, tape, and more chain. Whoever tied him up, full well knew that they needed to take extra precautions which begged the question who the hell tied him up.

Turning his head side to side he tried to see if he can spot something or someone, and there from the darkness a figure crept out with a twisted grin on her face, hospital gown flowing around her thighs. It was the woman from the theater, the one the demon had possessed. Looks like she's back, and the demon.

"Sorry, didn't take."

"I sort of guessed that, what are you going to do?"

"Use you as bait for the other one, wanted to nab you both but she left so early that I only had the chance to nab you honey. You know what's not a pleasant sensation? Being forced out of your body, dragged to the brink of hell and then tossed back again. You'll both pay." The demon took out Graham's phone from her pocket, dialed the last number called and placed it to Graham's ear. Graham looked up at the demon with a raised brow and waited to hear Sully's voice on the other end.

"Yeah, hey. Long time no see. I mean I have no clue what time it is I sort of lost track of time there, so," He paused for a moment, if he wasn't being help captive by a demon this would come off as being very desperate/clingy.

"Remember that demon we got rid of? Well, apparently didn't take and I'm sitting here with our friend now. We're thinking of starting up a game of Rockband so if you'd like to join just go to the theater where we all met for the first time, it's like high school reunion all over again except this time I don't have to deal with Cathy Jennings snotty little bitch. Anyway, Rockband, bring the party favors." It was a miracle that Graham got out that much before being back handed by the demon which caused the chair and him fall on the floor. With his cheek pressed up against the hardwood he began chuckling.

"Like Cathy Jennings all over again."

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There was this little voice in the back of Sully's head screaming for her not to answer the phone when she saw that it was no one she knew coming up on her caller ID. Just a number. Considering the fact that she had just bolted on Graham and for whatever idiotic reason left her number behind, she figured it was probably him calling.

Except, what if it wasn't? What if it was someone that needed help on a hunt? Sully weighed her options. She could ignore the call and check the voicemail later, but by then someone could be dead or worse. Yes, there most certainly were worse things than being dead.

She flipped the phone open. "Yeah?" Sully wasn't one for pleasantries.

"Yeah, hey. Long time no see. I mean I have no clue what time it is I sort of lost track of time there, so,"

Sully had already rolled her eyes hearing his voice. "Graham..." She hated that she was about to have to go into the whole, I don't date people thing, but he cut her off before she could and she was ten ways surprised as what she heard.

"Remember that demon we got rid of? Well, apparently didn't take and I'm sitting here with our friend now. We're thinking of starting up a game of Rockband so if you'd like to join just go to the theater where we all met for the first time, it's like high school reunion all over again except this time I don't have to deal with Cathy Jennings snotty little bitch. Anyway, Rockband, bring the party favors."

Sully heard the sound of the slap and a chair slamming into the floor before the line went dead. "Son of a bitch!" Setting her phone down she hit the breaks on the truck pulling a tight u-turn that had the wheel screaming against the pavement and headed back into town. That demon bitch wanted to play, well then Sully would play.

[graham]

"You hit like a girl you know." He muttered into the floor almost incoherently though there was not much in the ways of a viable come back when he was tied up to a chair rather nicely. They seemed to have calculated Graham's over achiever like strength, though that was the Fallen Angel in him. Perhaps they knew, it wasn't like he was discrete when using it to hold the demon down before.

"So you think we're going to have enough people for Rockband? I'm quite fond of a three set band myself, I think the bond a trio can establish is great. Don't get me wrong, I like the Beatles, but the Three Musketeers, brilliant. Though they had a forth member didn't they?" Graham scoffed out a laugh as he felt the quick toed kick to his gut sink in, he groaned and muttered obscenities into the floor, but it was not much in the way of productive conversation.

"So I guess we under estimated your power young Padawan, surprised that the exorcism didn't do you in." He tried to turn his head to look at his assailant, but it was a bit too dark and his vision a bit blurry from the beatings. But knowing this the demon leaned in and drew up her sleeve, revealing him the reason for her apparent return.

"A binding mark? But how did you even--"

"Didn't think that a Fallen Angel would pack enough juice behind the word to knock me out of whack, but you did. However it wasn't enough, you aren't powerful enough. Never will be again I gather. Curious as it is," She leaned down and grabbed Graham by the chin to bring him up to eye sight with her. "Which of the original Pokemon are you honey?"

"Pikachu," Graham spat and chuckled at the demon who immediately let his face fall to the ground once more, and took to planting her heel down into his back which caused him to gasp for air, the wind being knocked out of him and all. He had faith that he'd get out of this, but it begged to question if Sully would actually have any part of it. Meaning.

Would she actually come back for him?