I've been going through a work of mine that is going to going through a rewrite. I got quite far into summarizing things on my own (got part of chapter 4 started). However, I have lately been procrastinating and would love some assistance summarizing as I am quite lazy when it comes to this. WARNING: HIGHLY SENSITIVE CONTENT THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING
Here's the chapter that needs summarized, which I'm splitting up into the sections that I have it wrote out in already. I've been doing every action/event by bullet point, so please continue to do the same. (I'm putting my bullet list at the bottom.
HUNT #4: BURMA WALLER
"Point taken," George says as he places the magazine on the coffee table. "You're next target is Burma Waller. Chance told me that she is hiding out in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. She is neither a supernatural being, nor a hunter. She will be at her nightclub, Aurora Borealis in the Waldorf. Many celebrities will be there; this also includes the media, so be careful! Understood?” he told them.
"Why do we have to 'be careful'?" William asks, not comprehending.
“Because more people means more chances to be caught. Think about it numbskull. How many people do you think we’re gonna run into asking ‘hey, handsome, what are you doing here?’ A lot is the answer,” Cale snapped before groaning. “And I’m the one that’s gotta follow you around and make sure you don’t get caught.”
"Oh yeah, that's right," the demon starts, turning his gaze to George. "Cale thinks that I'm attractive!"
"Get out of this house, you abomination!" George demands of Cale.
“Yeah, yeah. Same song and dance every week. I’ll wait for you outside, Will.” Cale rolled his eyes before leaving, making sure to close the door louder than necessary.
"I wasn't done giving you and the fagot information."
"Refer to him in any derogatory way again, and I'll break your arm, old man! There's a great ironic punishment waiting for worms like you back home!" William threatens, leaving to retrieve his colleague.
Seeing the demon’s sudden appearance doesn’t seem to startle the human as he stares at him blankly. “Are we ready to go? I’m tired of being here.”
"Unfortunately the old man still has something to say about Burma," William responds, arms crossed over his chest.
Cale laughs. “And you think I’m going back in there? I say no.”
"Did I ever tell you what happens to homophobic worms in Hell?"
“Did I ever tell you if I believe in hell?”
"Anyway, they're forced to have homoerotic coitus with each other; some of them are even made to watch! The old perv is going to love it!" William laughs.
“That’s just gross,” Cale laughed. “I don’t know if I feel better, or if I’m scared for life knowing this.”
"I've also threatened bodily harm upon him if he speaks to you like that again…. You know that you enjoy knowing that he'll be facing that eventually," William grins, opening the door to go back in.
A small smile crept its way onto Cale’s face. “What a gentleman. Alright, you’ve persuaded me. I’ll listen to what the dick has to say.”
"Ah, so the prodigal son returns," George says upon seeing William enter.
"Say what you want to say so that we can leave, you shriveled old prune."
George sighs before continuing. He stands and walks over to a cupboard. “Chance had these made up for the two of you. They’re fraudulent ID’s for ones Richard and Benjamin Walters; a… married couple. You’re both rich, and own a million dollar company. You’re on the guest list. All you have to do is show these to the bouncers. I'm also gonna remind you that you have to be careful," he says, looking at his adoptive demonic child.
“So. I care why? I could just kill everyone there!"
“How about ‘fuck no,’” Cale practically screached. “You want us to pose as a couple, and not get caught. Are you hearing yourself right now?”
"The IDs will magically disguise you as long as you have them on you," George responds, seemingly dismissing the question, not really sure how to answer it. They bicker as if they were in a relationship, so why not make them be 'married'.
“I’m still not ok with this.” But money is money. “Com’on, Will. Let’s just get this over with,” Cale grumbled, accepting defeat.
"William, I’m sorry, but you have to take a jet this time," the old man says as the demon snatches the fraudulent IDs from his hand.
“Gather your damn things.” William said to the other young male, and walked out.
“Oh, and William, you can’t take any weapons with you.” George hollered after him.
“Go fuck yourself, you old fucking perv!” William yelled back.
“Now, honey, let’s not cause a scene,” Cale mocked before following the older demon.
William snaps his fingers, causing a solid gold ring to materialize upon his left ring finger. Cale looked down at his own left hand upon feeling weight on it to find a similar ring on his finger; the only difference was that a beautiful ruby sat in the ring. Smacking the hunter on the rear, the demon smirks.
"I can think of a few scenes that I'd like to cause," William banters back.
George looks on, appalled by the display. "You're disgusting!"
“He’s a demon,” Cale grinned, too amused by George’s disgust to be bothered by the demon’s gesture. “What’d you expect?”
"Just get going already," the elderly homophobic man demands, clearly exasperated.
"More suits," Cale muttered exasperated as they exited the room. "So, flying? Ever done that before?"
"No, I haven't."
"Is there a reason why we have to," Cale muttered. "I mean, it's fine, but we could save time if we just poofed over and then we wouldn't have to do something as idiotic as trusting our safety to a machine flying hundreds of miles in the air where anything could happen and kill us all such as engine failure, or the captain having a heart attack or even becoming possessed."
"You find it ironic that it's apparently the safest way to travel as well?" the demon inquiries, surprised by the commonality between them.
“I don’t know who said that, but they’re clearly getting paid to,” Cale commented. “I’m hoping this is the last time we have to fly too.”
"I'm gonna go take a shower before we leave. I suggest you do the same," William says as he ventures off.
“Fine, but I’m not putting on a damn suit until it’s necessary,” Cale huffed before heading towards the shower. True to his word he came back dressed in a slightly nicer pair of jeans and a shirt.
William goes to do the same, returning in a plain black tux and lightly scuffed black dress shoes with his hair slicked back. "Is there anything that you might need?"
Cale patted his duffel bag in response. "Ready when you are, hubby."
"I'm more than ready, shnookums," the demon states, moving forward and pulls Cale along to the garage. "Hang on. Where's my 'sister-in-law'?"
“She’s got essays to write, remember? She’s not going,” Cale pointed out. “We should be fine on our own anyways.”
"Go ahead and drive whatever you want," William offers, walking over a black and red 1970 Cobra Mustang. "I'm taking this beauty!"
“Why would we take separate vehicles? We’re going to the same place,” Cale argued getting in the vehicle with William.
The demon drives out of the garage, down the drive, and onto the road where he starts speeding.
Grabbing onto the sides of the seat, Cale glared at the demon. “Are you trying to kill us, or get arrested!”
"I'm just having some fun, Cale; learn to live a little!" William retorts. Excellerating down the road, the two pass by a hidden police cruiser. Red and blue lights flash behind them, a siren blaring as the cops chase them. William looks up at the rearview mirror, sighs, and slows down to pull over.
“Way to go,” Cale groans. “Well, I can’t say I wasn’t anticipating something like this sooner or later,” the man sighed to himself, his hand resting on the knife in his jacket pocket. Just in case.
The officer strolled up to the vehicle calmly, rapping on the window which William rolled down. “Sir, I’m going to need to see your license and registration. You were doing 90 in a 45 mile area.”
"Of course, officer!" William says, pulling his wallet out. He flashes a smile as he looks at the officer and holds out two $100 bills.
"Sir, are you attempting to bribe me?" the officer asks, occasionally eyeing the money.
"You want to take it, don't you?" William smiles. "Go ahead and take it."
"I can't do that, sir."
"Tell me, officer…. What is it you desire?" William asks, looking into the officer's eyes with intent.
"I… I want to…. Take your money and go shoot my captain," the officer responds. "Wh-why am I telling you this?"
William grins. "Well, go ahead, officer. Nothing's stopping you!"
"I suppose you're right!" the officer smiles, accepting the money. "You have a nice day," he says and walks back to his cruiser.
“What the fuck just happened,” Cale asked dumbstruck.
"That?" the demon asks as he continues driving. "That was one of my abilities."
“Keep it away from me,” the grouchy hunter mumbled, seeming to lose himself in thought shortly after. For the remainder of the drive he refuses to make eye contact, instead staring out into the passing scenery.
William continues driving until they reach the airport, where they are allowed to drive out to the hanger where the jet waits for them. A valet stands waiting for them. William exits his car, and hands the keys to him. The person looked rather excited to get into the car.
“Is there anything else that I could do for you, Mr Walters?”
“No. That is all.” William said. He put a spell on the car before leaving the manor so that he’d be able to know exactly where it was at all times. He dangled the keys over the man’s hand. “I see even one little scratch, and I’ll kill you. Understood?” he said in complete seriousness. The man quickly looked up, wide eyed.
“Y-yes! Of course! Not one little scratch!”
“Good.” William said, and started toward the jet. “You coming, babe?”
“Not like I have much of a choice,” Cale reminded him, taking the time to glare in disgust at his reflection in the car’s mirror before following William. The ID’s magic made his hair black.
“Good afternoon. I’ll be your captain for the evening. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the flight. I’d like to ask you to turn off all electrical devices for a short while. Again, enjoy the flight.”
The radio came on after that. It was on a commercial break.
“Have you heard of Lashell Brody’s suicide?”
“Yeah. I can’t believe that someone like her would actually do that. I mean, she seemed so happy. Plus she was filthy rich!”
“I know. It’s kind of strange though. I heard that she went up to a private room with one of her guests.”
William couldn’t help but smirk.
“Yeah. Maybe he got a little too rough with her. If you know what I mean? They had a fight, and he threw her over the balcony.”
“That wouldn’t explain the bucket of acid that was found in the room though.”
“Kinky torture stuff going on in that room with her special male friend of hers?” the people on the radio laughed. William looked over at Cale.
“They’re actually pretty close to what actually went on! I find this hysterical!” he said, and smiled.
Cale appears tense, his eyes darting to the windows and around the cabin. “Yeah, can you just knock me out for this flight? That’d be great.”
“Good thing we’re the only ones on this thing.” A flight attendant walks into their cabin. She’s very attractive looking, and smiles at William. “Other than the captain and her, of course.”
“Would you like anything, hun?” The flight attendant asks him. A name tag reading ALEXIS rests just over her left breast.
“1820 Johnnie Walker Scotch, sweety.” William says with a wink.
“Great choice, Mr Walters.” Alexis says. She goes into the back, and then comes back with a bottle of Scotch that William had ordered. She set it down on the table in front of him.
“And for you,” Alexis turned to Cale, clearly put off by his standoffish behavior and averted gaze.
“I’m fine. Thank you.”
“Alright. Just call me if ya change your mind.” Alexis said, and walked off. The voices on the radio were now talking about the school fire. William caught them say that nearly 10 bodies have been found. He laughed at this. Yes. Increase the death toll! William thought to himself. Alexis came back in.
“Everything alright? Why’d you laugh, Mr Walters? The deaths of those poor people isn’t funny!”
“Everything’s fine, sugar. My handsome husband just said that maybe you’d like to take a roll in the hay with us, and I just couldn’t contain myself.” Alexis was shocked at this, but now she looked over to Cale, gave a wink, smiled, and walked away again.
“You’re disgusting,” Cale snapped at him once the woman was out of earshot. “Pull that shit again and I’ll stick you to a devil's trap for a week!”
"I think that we’d have a good time.” William says loud enough for Alexis to hear, smiles, and leans over to whisper to Cale. "I'd like to see you try."
A low, almost growl-like, grumble came from the man who promptly stood up. “Well if all you want to do is fuck around with random whores then go right ahead,” he hissed in the mans face before making his way to the cockpit. God I hope the pilot will let me hide in here a while.
Soon the noises of very passionate lovemaking were heard along with the sounds of laughter. A loud groan escaped Cale as he took a seat in the vacant copilot’s chair, sparing a glance at the startled pilot who seemed shocked by the turn of events. “Please, don’t kick me out.”
“Wasn’t gonna,” the pilot assures him. After a moment of thought he turns the radio up to muffle the sounds of the demon and woman in the back.
“Thank you,” Cale sighed in relief, rubbing his temples. “I know I’m imposing, but do you have any aspirin?” The pilot digs in his bag before pulling out the bottle and handing it to Cale. “You’re a life saver.”
“Don’t mention it,” the man chuckled adjusting the hat to push back strands of brown hair, his eyes once again focusing on the controls which Cale now looked at curiously.
“Jesus Christ, how do you keep track of what any of this is,” Cale mumbled.
The man laughed. “I used to wonder the same thing. Name’s Laughton Lance. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr Walters.”
Oh yeah. He thinks I’m Benjamin Walters. “Call me Ben. Mister is too formal. So, how long have you been flying? I’m kind of new to this.”
“Not to worry, Ben. You’re safe with me. I don’t look it, but I’m an experienced pilot. My dad before me was a pilot as well,” Laughton chuckled glancing at Cale who was still staring at the controls with apprehension. “It’s almost like how trained surgeons can be calm during an operation because they already know everything about anatomy and where vital organs and arteries are.”
“That makes sense,” Cale agreed. “Sorry. I shouldn’t doubt you, and I’m not,” Cale quickly corrected himself. “I’m just tense.”
“And that I imagine isn’t helping,” Laughton referred to what was going on in the cabin. “Doesn’t that bother you? I mean, he’s your husband.”
“Honestly, I’m more annoyed than anything. The marriage wasn’t exactly my idea,” Cale admitted, starting to relax in his seat.
“Still. He agreed to it. You agreed to it. Sorry if I’m overstepping any boundaries here,” Laughton appeared apprehensive until Cale chuckled.
“Okay, if we keep talking, we're gonna have to stop apologizing to each other. This is getting ridiculous.” The two men laughed. “So, newish topic. You have strong opinions on marriage. Are you married? Maybe you can give me some advice,” Cale joked.
“Well, I actually am married in fact,” Laughton beamed pulling a photo out of his breast pocket of a beautiful woman knelt on a porch beside two small children. “And the proud father of soon to be three children.”
“You have a beautiful family,” Cale smiled. “They have your eyes.”
“Yep. Wouldn’t trade em for nothin,” Laughton grinned. “What about you? Isn’t there something better for you than that?”
“You’re asking the wrong person,” Cale sighed sadly.
“No, I’m not. It’s your life. I’m asking you. Do you really like that guy enough to put up with what’s going on right now,” Laughton stated.
“Honestly, I think it’s the opposite of like that I feel,” Cale chuckled darkly. “I think I hate him.”
“Well, hates bad and all, but it’s not entirely opposite,” Laughton drawled. “Indifference is.” His eyes shifted to Cale who fidgeted. “You don’t seem indifferent.”
“Well, are you trying to convince me to divorce, or trying to fix my marriage now, because I’m confused.”
“I’m telling you to do what you want.” Laughton shrugged. “Not enough people do. World would be a happier place if we all did.”
“If we all could,” Cale corrected him before smiling. “Thanks, Laughton. I think this is one of the better conversations I’ve had all week.”
“Glad to be of service, sir.” After a few moments of silence Laughton glanced over to see the other man was fast asleep.
Throughout the flight Laughton could overhear the sounds of William and Alexis’s lovemaking repeatedly. Finished with what they had been doing for most of the flight, Alexis lay under a blanket, now asleep. William was next to her under the blanket. He took a look at his watch, noting that they had about half an hour until they would arrive at their destination. Standing up, not bothering to cover himself, William walks to the cockpit and knocks before entering.
"Benji, it's time to get ready, my love," he says after shaking Cale. The man mumbled something in his sleep before rolling his head away from William in an attempt to continue sleeping.
“That wasn’t very right of you, sir,” Laughton blurted. “He’s a nice guy.”
"He could've joined us," the demon retorts with a snort. "Ben, c'mon sweety, wake up; we're going to be landing soon!"
“Well maybe he didn’t want to share,” Laughton grumbled glancing over to the man who was slowly starting to wake up. “Did you ask him?”
“Go away,” Cale mumbled, barely awake. “I had a dream I was on an island of dogs. I wanna go back.” Laughton laughed at the sleeping man’s response.
"And we should both get dressed before we land!" William demands, shaking Cale harder, ignoring Laughton's question. Smacking away William’s hand Cale glared at William.
“I really hate you right now.”
William sighs. "I'm sorry Benjamin. Please, just forgive me. I'll make it up to you by buying you dinner."
"I forgive nothing," the man grumbled before yawning. His stomach rumbled loudly in response reminding him of the lack of food it had received since his shift at the store. "But I'll accept your invitation to dinner."
"Is there something that I could do to warrant your forgiveness?" the demon asks sincerely as he walks out to get dressed.
"Considering I'm staring at the naked woman you just had sex with," Cale snarled glaring at the demon as he followed him out. "Burn in hell." Why does it even matter that he fucked some idiot woman. You're getting too into this married image, Cale.
Grabbing his clothes William starts to slowly redress. I can at least tease him. Combing his hair back, he carefully wakes Alexis.
Oh, god, he’s so great at sex; he’s the best that I’ve ever had! Alexis thought as she wrapped herself in the blanket. Grabbing her clothes she enters the bathroom, exiting moments later to buckle herself into a seat.
“This is your captain speaking. Please turn off your electrical devices, and strap yourselves; we’ll be landing shortly.” William looked out a window to see the lights of the city shining below them. They were now descending, and things were becoming their normal size. As the jet landed, William stared at Cale.
“You ready for this thing?” he asked him. He started to speak in a hushed tone. “Remember, our names are Richard and Benjamin Walters.”
"I know. Though at this point I think we should introduce ourselves as soon to be divorced," Cale spat. "Just get the job done."
"Oh, you know you missed me."
“Like a hole in my head,” the human muttered back.
"What does that even mean?"
“Let’s just get to the hotel, change, do the stupid gala whatever, and sleep,” Cale snapped. “Please.”
Not long after they were rolling down the runway, coming down for a landing
"Well, I'm glad that you're ready, because I’ve got a feeling that things might get messy.” he said, stood up, and exited the jet once they were taxied to a hanger. Cale follows behind him. A sleek metallic black Rolls Royce stretch limo sat waiting for them on the tarmac. Cale eyes the vehicle with apprehension, but promptly enters when the door is opened for him.
“Right this way, Mr and Mr Walters.” he said. His eyes were bright blue, and he wore a tag reading LENNY on his vest. William took hold of Cale’s hand as he climbed in, and got in after him. Lenny shut the door, and went up to the front.
The contact caused Cale to blush, and he quickly gestured for Lenny’s attention. “Can we have some privacy, please?” The man nods before raising the partition, leaving Cale and William alone in the back seat.
“What? Did you decide to have me all to yourself? Makes sense now why you didn’t join me and Alexis,” William grins seductively.
Instead of snapping at the demon, Cale held a hand out shaking too badly to enforce his normal bitterness. “I need a minute. This is way out of my comfort zone,” he mumbled weakly hunching over.
William looks at the human, his brow furrowed in confusion by Cale's reaction. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," Cale lied. "I'm just nervous. I'm not good at dressing nice, or big crowds and tense polite conversations. I'm gonna blow this, and George is going to fire me, because he hates my ass and then how am I supposed to pay for Lucy's college," the man vented.
The two sat in silence for a while as the demon thought about Cale's confession. A sigh escaped from bowels of his chest.
"Even though it goes against my very being, I guess I can… help you," William says with a look of disgust on the last words.
"How," Cale asked cautiously.
"What were you planning on wearing?"
"My suit," Cale stated questioningly. "Unless I can go in jeans."
"No, unacceptable! You are not going to be wearing that hideous monstrosity!" William utters in stunned horror. He knocks on the divider, which promptly lowers. "I need you to take us to a place to get suits."
"Of course, Mr Walters."
"I can't afford a new suit," Cale hissed quietly.
"No, but George can," William smiles, hoping that Cale would catch onto what he was hinting at.
“I don’t think he’d like that,” Cale pointed out.
"Who gives a fuck what the old idiotic homophobic pervert thinks? I certainly don't, and you shouldn't either!" William counters.
“I only care that he pays me,” Cale sighed. “Alright, it’s for the job, so why the hell not. I’m gonna warn you though, suits just don’t look good on me.”
"Oh, I'm positive that I can find something that suits you."
Once inside the store Cale seemed to fill with double the amount of dread he had felt in the limo desperately trying to keep his gaze on William’s shoes to follow him. “This is a really bad idea.”
William pulled Cale along the recesses of the store, occasionally stopping to look at different outfits. He grabbed four separate suits: a navy blue one; a khaki one; a dark blue flannel patterned one, and a blue suit with an accessory chain.
"Here, go try these on. I'll be out here if you need help getting them on," the demon says as he hands the suits to Cale.
"I think I'm old enough to dress myself," Cale muttered out as he disappeared into the changing cubicle with the suits. For a few minutes he was quiet before he quietly called out from behind the door. "Richard?"
"Yes Benji?" 'Old enough to dress myself' he says. Yeah right! William thought as he entered the dressing room.
"I don't know how to tie a tie," the man muttered embarrassed as the demon entered. A tie hanging limply in his hand.
"I don't know how to tie a tie," the man muttered embarrassed as the demon entered. A tie hanging limply in his hand.
"I thought that you knew how to dress yourself," William teases as he carefully wraps the tie around Cale's neck, looping it over itself until a windsor knot is formed. He adjusts it before stepping back. "There."
"In my defense the bowtie was a clip on," Cale pointed out keeping his eyes on anything but the demon practically tying a knot around his throat. Once he finished he turned to the mirror to inspect it. "Well, you know more about this stuff than I do. How do I look?"
"Come here," the demon demands, and pulls a tube of hair gel from his pocket. He puts some cool, sticky substance on his palm, and runs it through the human's hair. "That's better. Khaki doesn't look half that bad on you, but you should still try the other ones on."
Cale shuddered with unease as the man combed product through his hair. "I don't know what you put in my hair, but I don't like it." Looking back at the other suits a small pout formed on the man's face. "I have to try on all of these?"
"Yes, you do," William grinned, sensing the human's discomfort.
A small groan escaped the man as he once again disappeared into the changing cubicle.
"Hi handsome. May I help you find something?" someone asked William.
"No, thank you. I'm just waiting on my husband."
"Oh…. Have a nice day then, sir!"
"Dear," Cale called out mockingly. "Could you give me a hand?"
"Of course, darling!"
"I wasn't paying attention the first time you did it," Cale admitted holding out the tie that went with the navy suit sheepishly.
"It even took me a few times of watching and trying before I got it down," he responds, cinching the knot. "So don't worry if you can't get it."
"Thank you," Cale uttered in astonishment before grinning. "Who knew a demon could be so sweet," he teased.
"Dumbass," the demon mutters as he steps away to look at the human. William's gaze lingers over Cale's body, examining the fit of the suit. "This one is… adequate. Two down, two more to go!" the demon smiles.
"I still don't see what the big deal is," Cale muttered, turning to see the demon' s gaze was still on him. "See you're taking after George."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, you imponant little piece of pond scum?" William angrily questions, pushing Cale up against the wall of the cubicle. His eyes had glazed over black, glaring into Cale's pale green eyes.
The initial contact startled him, causing a brief expression of fear before he replaced it with a smug grin. "Relax, tiger. I'm just calling you a pervert," he chuckled.
William continued to hold the frightened man, staring him down. Slowly, gently, the demon lowered him, placing Cale back on the ground.
"That I am, lover-boy!" William responds, eyes going back to their humanoid color as he exits. "Hurry up and try the last two on."
Looking back in the mirror Cale gently rubbed the spot William had touched before stripping himself of the clothing. For the first time in a while he examined his body in the mirror, running a hand across the deep gash in his chest to several smaller ones across his body. Scars are normal for hunters. Everyone had a scar of sorts with some story, but he had yet to see anyone with ones like the three jagged cuts on his back. I shouldn't have done that. Quietly Cale slipped into the next suit, struggling with the tie before managing a semi-decent knot, and stepping out for William's judgement.
William sat in a chair, speaking to one of the employees when Cale stepped out. He sat in silent condemnation, giving the human a look over. "The color of the suit is nice, but now that I see it on someone, the pattern is utterly atrocious!"
"I didn't think it was so bad," Cale mumbled.
"At least you managed to kinda get the tie right this time," the demon says as he fixes it, making it a little tighter than what it needs to be without actually choking Cale.
Cale grimaced at the action, turning his head away to swallow the lump in his throat. "I think we should go now. Just pick whichever one you liked best."
"But you only have one more to try on, sweety. Please, try it on," the demon pleads.
Sighing Cale relaxes slightly. "One more, okay?"
"Yep." So far two out of the four look pretty decent.
Disappearing into the cubicle Cale attempted to change as quickly as possible, thoroughly exhausted with the whole ordeal and ready to leave. He didn't even bother to attempt tying the tie, instead leaving it loose around his neck as he stepped out. "Happy?"
"For the love of…." William sighs, and ties the tie for his 'husband'. "There…. The chains are an exquisite touch! We're gonna purchase all but the flannel patterned one!"
"Does that mean we can go," Cale asked tiredly, a small rumble sounded from his stomach. Oh, yeah. I still haven't ate anything.
William waited as patiently as he possibly could for Cale to change his clothes yet again, tapping his foot impatiently. Together they paid for the expensive fancy clothing using one of George's credit cards, and got back into the limousine.
After a heavy moment of silence Cale sighed deeply. "I'm sorry for what I said back there," he started hesitantly. "What I said was wrong. You're a pervert… but you're nothing like George. It was a joke in poor taste on my part."
"And you'd do well to fucking remember that…," William states, still sounding a little aggravated. He sighs and knocks on the partition. "Lenny, find us a restaurant to eat at; Benjamin's picking."
"I don't feel like eating now," Cale stated firmly. "Let's just go to the hotel and sleep."
"That sounds even better, you gorgeous man, you!" William says while gently pinching Cale's nose.
Gently pushing William's hand away Cale leaned into the window. "When I say sleep I actually mean sleep."
"Okay, we'll just cuddle then," the demon smirks. "To the hotel!"
"You're so double-sided," Cale mumbled more to himself. Maybe I should have taken that other offer.
Lenny happily obliges, and starts to worm the limo through traffic, down roads, and highways until he pulls the limo up in front of Aurora Borealis. He gets out, and goes to open the door for the couple. A scarlet red carpet acts as a walkway to the doors, and it’s lined with velvet ropes. People stand on the other side of the ropes. Among them are news crews and paparazzi.
“Wow, swanky,” William says. Cale is helped out of the limo by Lenny, and then William gets out. Flashes from cameras start instantly, and people start yelling at them.
“This is the last time I agree to this,” Cale muttered under his breath. “What are all these people even doing here?
"Paparazzi," William states, smiling for the cameras. "There's famous people at this thing!" the demon responds to Cale's question. He took his time walking the red carpet, a wide smile spread across his face, clearly enjoying all of the attention. A woman reached out to him. He was at first unsure of what to do.
“Would you sign this for me? Please?” The woman begged. She held out a little book. William took it from her, and neatly, yet elegantly wrote Richard Walters. He went to hand the book back, but the woman pulled him into her for a kiss. A photographer quickly snapped a picture of the kiss.
“I’m sorry, miss, but I’m married!” He says. She holds him close to her.
“Be careful in there, William. Everything is not as it seems.” She says. William’s eyes go wide.
“How do you know of that name?”
“I shall have to explain things later, William. All I can say is that I’m a… friend of sorts with George. Cale has no idea of who I am, so don’t bother asking her about me…. William, be wary of Burma Waller.” She says, and lets him go. He stands there, confused as to what happened. He now quickly walks up to the doors to where Cale waits for him.
“Did you enjoy it!?” Cale snaps, meaning all the attention.
“No I didn’t, love. You know that my lips are meant for only one, and that’s you!” He says with a loving look on his face, looking at him. The people around them go ‘awe’. Cale glares at him.
“Can we just go to our room?” he asks. William wraps one of his arms around one of his, and grabs his hand.
“Of course.” He says while pulling him along. They go up to the desk to see the bellhop. He has long black hair pulled into a ponytail underneath his hat. He wears a little nameplate reading MICHAEL.
“How can I help you two?” He asks, smiling.
“We’d like a room, please.”
“Richard and Benjamin Walters.”
“Oh! Alright.” He says, and turns around. He pulls out a small book looking thing, and hands it to William. “Here you go, Mr and Mr Walters. When Mrs Waller heard that you were coming, she requested that we give you the penthouse suite; here’s your key card. Just slide it through the reader, and you’ll be let in. It also doubles as your money during the duration of your stay here at the Waldorf. Enjoy your stay!” Michael says.
“No, thank you.” William says. Together, William and Cale walk up to the penthouse, for the elevator was out of commission. Cale opens the door to the penthouse.
“You first.” William says as he walks into the penthouse. “Something’s going on,” the demon tells the human after they’re in the suite, and have the door closed. Cale nods as he looks around the whole suite.
“Well, I’m a hunter, and you’re a demon, and we’ve been contracted into a very illegal job, so things are bound to be odd,” Cale agreed as he did a thorough check of the room, setting down various charms and protections.
William opened a bottle of wine, poured a glass, and sat down to watch a gory horror movie on TV while Cale hung wards around the room.
What was with that bitch of a woman? Why didn’t George say anything about her? Who is she? William thought. What the woman had told him had made him just a bit nervous, yet he knew that it wasn’t anything that he couldn’t handle. He tried to not let it show, but his nervousness showed in his eyes.
“When’s this thing we have to attend anyways,” Cale sighed finishing his search of the room. “We should be focused on this Burma woman and how we’re gonna off her. She’s just a human so it should be easy. Once we get her away from crowds.”
"I don't know…."
Leaning against the windowsill of their room, Cale stared out across the city skyline. As he did so he felt a buzz from his pocket alerting him of a new message.
‘Come outside. Under *The Wild Goose sign. Come as Cale.’* He didn’t recognize the number.
Cale glanced back at William before looking back at his phone again, rereading the message. “Hey, Will. I just remembered. There’s something I need to get.”
“Go ahead. Why the fuck would I care what you do?” the demon snaps, still bothered by the unknown female.
“Alright then. Bye.” Before leaving Cale took the time to change into a baggy hoodie, pulling up the hood to obscure his face before removing his fake ID and leaving it on the bathroom counter. Keeping his head low he exited the room and made his way through the lobby to the bar across the street. A sign hung overhead reading ‘The Wild Goose,’ but there was no one in sight that Cale could see.
“Glad to see you’re as predictable as I remembered,” a voice said behind him. Cale turned, and immediately frowned at who he saw.
“Chance,” he greeted coldly as the man came closer, smiling nervously at Cale. “What do you want?”
“I’m here to apologize,” Chance started. “I’m sorry for butting my way into your personal matters, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was working for George and possibly spying on you. I want to be friends again.”
“Are you going to keep meddling in my personal affairs?” Cale crossed his arms over his chest.
Cale grinned before opening his arms and accepting Chance in a hug. “I shouldn’t have started that stupid fight.”
“Bygones,” Chance chuckled separating from Cale. “Let’s go eat.”
“How do you know I’m hungry,” Cale challenged him before a loud rumble escaped his stomach.
Chance laughed. “Cale, you’re always hungry. Come on let's go.”
A few minutes later the two were inside the bar, seated at the booth each with a shot glass staring the other down. A couple of employees watched in confusion and disgust as the two counted down before swallowing their drinks. They struggled to swallow, gasping and choking afterwards before bursting into laughter.
“I swear, I’m going to kill you for coming up with this stupid ass challenge,” Chance warned before gulping down a glass of water.
“Hot sauce and tequila. Hey, I could have come up with something worse.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Chance sputtered.
“So whatcha doing here,” Cale asked. “Can’t be coincidence.”
“I was worried about you,” Chance admitted. “And your sister was worried, so I came to check on you. Especially since you’re staying with,” the man cleared his throat, “you know.”
“I know, Lucy doesn’t like it,” Cale sighed. “But I’ll be able to pay for her schooling this way, and we won't have to stress over money so much.”
“Still, you’re putting yourself in a dangerous situation, and working yourself to death.” Chance watched as their food arrived. Cale thanked the server, and began to dig into his plate the moment she was gone. “Seriously. Where do you put it all? You’re thin as a rail.”
“Am not,” Cale grumbled between mouthfuls of food. “You and Lucy worry too much.”
“Someone has to,” Chance pointed out smiling before starting on his own meal. For a while the two focused on eating. Cale finished first and waited for Chance to eat eyeing his breadstick, before the man noticed and pushed it onto his plate.
“Eat up.” Not long after the two finished and made their way outside, laughing and joking as they did. “Seriously, what is up with the dude, hiring all these people, and making contracts for this list? How is any of this worth it?”
“As long as he pays me I’m not asking,” Cale laughed. “Besides, from what I understand he deserves whatever happens to him after his contracts up.”
“Do you know what’ll happen,” Chance asked a bit more tense.
“From what I know, it differs depending on the person and who they made their deal with," Cale shrugged.
“So you don’t know.”
“No. I can’t say I want to find out either,” Cale admits. “I need you to stop worrying about me. I could get ran over by a car walking back to the hotel tonight. I could be assassinated tomorrow. Will might even decide to rip my head off. Who knows! What I know is I wanna have fun, and that ain’t happening with you hanging over my shoulder crying for me all the time, so have fun with me, and be my friend again. OK?” Cale asked exhausted.
Chance stared him down, obviously concerned but pushed it down. “I’m still gonna look out for your ass,” he pointed out. “But deal. I won’t be such a nag.”
"Where the hell have you been?" William asks, coming outside wearing dark blue pajama bottoms and nothing else. His eyes land on Chance and a smirk appears. "You weren't out cheating on me, were you?"
“You have heard of common decency, right,” Chance asked disturbed.
“Don’t, you’ll only encourage him,” Cale warned and the two chuckled.
"So the pond scum can speak; delightful!" William says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
“Oh, he’s a treat to deal with,” Chance retorted. “Bet you’re loving the whole couple cover.”
“Let’s just say I can’t wait to see how our future children turn out.” Cale rolled his eyes. “This is the last time I agree to a cover like this.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t happy about it either, but it was the only way I could get both of you close enough to the target,” Chance sighed. “Try not to start a lovers quarrel and ruin your reputation, ok? If you do though, make it good.”
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, you pathetic piece of shit!"
“You mean would I like to see my friend deck you across the face? Yes I would, but I also know that would probably land him in the hospital. Please don’t fight him,” Chance pleaded.
“I’m not gonna fight him,” Cale rolled his eyes.
"He came close during our sparring match; I had to see if he was capable of fighting," William remarks, turning around to go back into the hotel. "Next time don't go drinking without me!"
“I wasn’t drinking,” Cale pointed out. “Well, I had one, but it doesn’t count.
“Not too late to change that,” Chance offered.
William turned back around, light from the street lights reflecting off of his ebony eyeballs. "A hospital trip could indeed be arranged, but not for him…. For you!" the demon threatens, pointing at Chance.
“Awe, someone’s jealous,” Chance teased. “ You won’t do that. I’m on George’s ‘no harm list’.”
"Ah yes, the 'no fatally injuring of coworkers' clause," William spits. "The old perv sure knows how to ruin a demon's fun, I'll give him that!"
“Speaking of fun, are we going drinking, or not, Caley?”
“Why the hell not,” Cale shrugged.
"You two dick gobblers have fun with that. I have an unknown bitch to worry about!" William snaps, returning to the hotel. A few hours later Cale snuck his way back in, overly giggly, before falling onto the bed and passing out.
That hangover is gonna be fun, the demon thought as he watched the human collapse in it's drunken stupor. Cale rolled over a couple of times, somehow managing to rid himself of his clothes before curling up on the bed naked. William shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he saw Cale sleeping in the buff.
Standing, he covers the other male's nakedness with a blanket, curls up under a sheet next to him, and spoons the unconscious man as he himself falls asleep. During the night the demon wakes, too warm to sleep. He discards his own clothing, and crawls beneath the comforter. Pulling Cale's sleeping body closer, he drifts back into unconsciousness.
- George sets the magazine down and tells them that their next target is Burma Waller
George says that Chance told him that she’s in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada and adds that she’s an ordinary human being
George tells William and Cale that she owns the Aurora Borealis, a nightclub that’s part of the Waldorf hotel, and warns them that celebrities and media will be there
Will asks why they have to “‘be careful’”, not understating the warning
Cale tells him that because there’s more people around that it could increase the likelihood of them getting caught
William tells George that Cale admitted to finding William attractive, and George kicks Cale out
William threatens to break George’s arm if he calls Cale by a derogatory term again, and hints at what’s awaiting George in Hell before going to find Cale
William tells Cale that George wasn’t done telling them about the job
- William tells Cale what happens to homophobes in Hell and that he threatened George
*They go back inside where George hands them fake IDs.
The IDs are for a married couple named Richard and Benjamin Walters and reminds them to be careful after telling them about their covers.
William points out that he could easily kill everyone.
Cale reluctantly goes along with the plan.
George lets William know that they have to fly to the target’s location this time around, and that he can’t take any weaponry with him.
William tells George to fuck off
Cale tells Will not to cause a scene
Will makes a pair of rings appear on his and Cale’s fingers
Will playfully smacks Cale’s butt saying "I can think of a few scenes that I'd like to cause"
George is made uncomfortable by the scene and verbalizes his disgust
Cale points out that Will’s a demon and that George should expect things like that to happen, but is also amused by George’s discomfort
George tells them to get going, annoyed with the two