Taken || Shane & Chuck

heygochuckyourself:

It turned out, the longer she was in the room alone, the more her mental state deteriorated. At least with Praxis present, there had been something to shatter the illusion her mind was trying to force upon her. Like a waking nightmare, the ropes around her wrists and legs chafed, awakening the sensory hallucination and transporting her back to that room, back to a night where she had been restrained in a similar way. Vex whimpered through the gag, as the flashbacks hit.

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When Praxis answered the door, there was no one there. He was about to duck back into the house and return to his captive when there was a loud crash from what sounded like the side yard. The male jogged around, guard up in case he had been found.

“The informant?” he snorted upon discovering Charlie waiting for him beyond the fence. “Really? They sent the informant to rescue Vexia?” Amused, the nephillim chortled and took a step closer with each taunting word. “Really now, I know I’m no warrior, but I think I deserve better than the untrained human. What have you got there?” 

Just a few more steps…

Chuck tried to keep his gaze from flicking to the ground as he slowly backed away. “An angel blade, don’t come near me or I swear I’ll skewer you, you bastard!”

This only encouraged Praxis further and he slunk towards him. “Vexia’s I presume? Did you steal it and think to slay me? Give it here boy, it’s not a toy.”

As Praxis reached for the blade, Chuck whipped the lighter out of his pocket, lit it, and hurriedly bent to ignite the oil.

Like a charm the circle lit up, concealing Praxis in a ring of flame.

“Gotcha, fucker.”

Shane had already began to worm his way through the broken window, the fabric of his pants slowly being shredded as he made his way through. Once his feet hit the ground he stopped to look around. “What the fuck is dis…” He breathed out, trying to make some sense of where he had ended up in the house. It looked like a study… or something. 

Snapping out of his sudden confusion he started looking around what he assumed to be the ground floor of the home. Shane crept around for a moment, searching for suspicious doors, among other things before stopping. He listened carefully following the sound until he came to a door he had glanced over previously, the locks didn’t seem to hard to open so he went about it as fast as he could. He tugged at the door as hard as he could, rattling the frame, the anger rising in his chest when he looked up and noticed the smallest keyhole lock. 

“Fuck…”

Taken || Shane & Chuck

heygochuckyourself:

“He’s hiding her this close to us?” he huffed incredulously. “I can’t decide if that’s idiotic or genius. I mean it’s not like we would’ve expected it. My first impression would’ve been him getting as far away as possible.” At least that’s what he would have thought if Shane hadn’t had the advantage of being able to hear Vex’s heartbeat.

They quieted as they approached, not wanting to draw Praxis’ attention just yet. “I’ll go lay out the circle and draw him out, you try and find a way in.”

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She hated fucking needles.

Not that the pain was a problem, it was what they did that bothered her. Tiny little shafts of metal that bore into your flesh and drew the life right out of you. It had her heart thundering in her chest.

Vex growled at Praxis through the gag and yanked hard on the bindings he’d tied her to a wooden chair with. It took every ounce of courage she had to not give into the nauseating panic that was building with each second. Being tied down like this was too much like the night Lucas died.

“Just a little more for insurance purposes…” Praxis cooed, lips quirked into a sadistic smirk.

At least until there was a knock on the door upstairs. The male had Vex in some kind of basement or cellar, or so it appeared. She’d been unconscious for the trip here and had only woken up minutes before.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he taunted sarcastically and took the vials of blood he’d drawn with him, jogging up the set of stairs and locking her in alone.

Shane nodded turning around to sprint of in the direction of the near deafening sound of Vex’s heart beat. His own heart ached for her, she must be terrified, it sounded like at any moment her heart could just leap out of her chest. Coming shortly to a home, that looked normal enough, aside from the chain link fence that ran around the side and back he paused, making sure this was the right place. Suddenly an overwhelming sick feeling hit him; one he knew wasn’t his own. 

This was definitely it. Taking a couple steps back he ran towards the fence, vaulting over it. The possibilities of were he could be keeping her ran through his mind. He quickly ruled out anything higher than the ground floor or the basement, nothing seemed logical. Crouched around the side of the house he began to look for open windows or other places he could slip into. Finding none open he went back around to a lower window he could break, hoping for his, Vex and Charlie’s sake that the trap was set and sprung. He reeled back his elbow, smashing in the window the sound practically echoing off of everything. 

// OMG ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL MEEEEE? ;___; Does it make me a horrible person that I’m glad it was Jay? -rolls away in shame-

I am a MESS over this. I wasn’t expecting to get anything but low and behold. I was trying to be most realistic about it considering their personalities and such. but in all honesty If something like that where to happen, and Shane couldn’t save both of them, He’d make them feel safe on the way down…

to the people who are following me

• thank you
• im sorry

Two people are hanging from a cliff. Make me choose between them.

//BONUS POINTS IF ONE (OR BOTH) OF THESE IS ONE OF HIS CHILDREN

My Jimmies are really getting rustled over here….

1. Why follow someone if you’re just going to be a shit head and send them hate
2. Why follow someone if you’re just going to be a shit head and send them hate

• Why follow someone if you’re just going to be a shit head and send them hate
• Why follow someone if you’re just going to be a shit head and send them hate

Fuck it; Lemme say it in spanish:

¿Por qué seguir a alguien si sólo va a ser una cabeza de mierda y enviar los odian

Also if you must send ANYONE hate please direct it here because I couldn’t give more than .5 fucks about what you have to say about me or the way I run my blog. 

the-archangel-gabrielle:

“Sounds good to me” he grinned, thanking him as he entered the restaurant. The hostess looked up and smiled. “How many?” She asked.

Shane followed him in, a hand on his waist as they both stopped in front of the hostess. “Two undah Johnson, please.” He watched as the Hostess skimmed down the list of names on the reservation sheet, until she popped back up with a smile. “Two for Johnson, this way please… You picked a lovely spot by the way… nice view of the city.” Shane thanked her, grabbing Gabriel by the hand to follow her.

the-archangel-gabrielle:

“It can be at times” the angel admitted, unable to stop the blush that appeared at the arm around his waist. Hesitantly, he wrapped his own around the other’s waist, so to walk properly…ok and to be near him too.

“Ah, let’s continue dis lil chat over pasta an’wine?” He said with a smile as they walked up on the doors of Galluci’s. Shane pulled open the door for Gabriel. “Our Table should be ready…” He said.

Have I missed anyone?