RAT PACK

[LittleDeadGrrl]

HERE YE HERE YE!

-The dark haired wolf with the skull cap stood in front of the trash can reaching out gloved hands to warm his fingers. The condemned building was decorated with broken couches, torn up curtains, tvs, and every possible broken thing that the human world had tossed aside and the rats had found and used new. Rats scurried about roaming in small packs of their own. A few human kinfolk laid about in various states of undress: fucking, shooting up, drinking, eating. This was were the outcasts lived and no wolves were allowed. The alpha, Devon, of the small Las Vegas group called attention to the pack of rats in front of him. They had settled in Las Vegas two years ago having moved from New York when things had gotten too hot. They'd gotten in trouble with some vampires and left the big apple for sin city. It fit them better. Jack pulled back from the boy he'd been making out with to take a swig from the bottle of rum. Devon stretched out toying with the bone that had been carved into an earring, his tongue darted out toying across his bottom lip as he surveyed their little shithole of a kingdom. Surrounded by fuckings dogs and fangs but the underground, the sewers, that was their world, and any who wandered it ... didn't wander out ... -



Oh SHUT THE FUCK UP Dev ...


-Jack laughed as he yelled out at his alpha when the alpha flipped the switch blade at his head, it missed and impaled in the couch. The kinfolk yelped and scurried away knowing when it was time for the humans to leave. Jack smirked, a warrior like this alpha, they were the fighters of the group, the killers. He surpassed Devon in some ways, but the alpha was better at controlling the group. Jack dealt out the punishment. Micah sighed as he dropped on the couch next to Jack holding the broken radio he'd been working on it to fix. The tunnel runner had been the one to find this spot, he'd mapped the city, mapped escape routes, and found where the vampires and dogs slept. He was the smallest of the group, the youngest, the twitchiest. He gazed up at the alpha who waited for the rest of the group to walk in. -




-Caelan moved in to the fire burying a bit against Devon as he smiled up at the alpha claiming his lips slowly. The shadow seer was the theurge of the group, the seer, his blood was the least pure, held the most poison, the most disease, and so it made him the most revered. When he lapsed into strange visions, his mate, and the alpha listened quietly. Devon leaned in claiming the boy's lips possessively. Matches joined the two boys on the couch lighing up a cigar as he played with his lighter opening and closing it watching the light flicker up. He'd not gotten his nickname lightly ... the pyro did love his fire ... -



Where's Sam ...

-Matches sighed a bit annoyed. The fucker always got into trouble. He always brought trouble to them. That was when the doors were pushed open roughly as two boys dragged a third in slowly. The street trash dragged Sam in closer. He was bloody and broken and pale. Caelan jumped as he ran towards the smaller redheadded boy pushing the humans from him as he stared down before he began to scream and cry. Devon grabbed the boy and tugged him back as the rats pooled over the dead body and began to feast. The whole rat pack stared down at their own type of funeral. Nothing waste. Devon snarled ... -

What the fuck happened ...

-Micah moved in closer inspecting slowly as he touched the boy pushing rats off frowning ... -

I smell fang and dog on him ... but those are dog marks ... dog claws ... they fucking killed him ... left him to bleed in the streets ... he took a while to die ...

-Devon growled while Matches moved in snarling ... -

They killed one of ours ... we kill one of theirs ...

-Devon shook his head while he stared at Jack who stepped in watching the wolves devour their friend. The beta placed his hand on Devon's shoulder staring around slowly. His gaze was icy cold and even some of the other rats lowered their own gaze in respect and fear. The rest of the kinfolk had mostly retreated to the darkest corners of the warehouse knowing if they got in the way they'd be feasted upon as well ... -

No ... I got a better fucking idea ... they took one of ours ... we take a whole lot fucking more ... they used to call us baby killers ... I say we kill a whole lot of their fucking pups ...

-Devon smirked darkly as the rats chitters among themselves. Each voicing opinion over how best to get back at the wolves. They intended to leave a deep fucking wound. A small scratch that'd spread so much disease it'd thin the wolf ranks a little bit who were spreading too much as it were anyway. They remaining fivesom lifted Sam's body and took the rat down to the sewers to the very depths of the pit where no one ventured. Wolves had go down and not come up, getting lost in the tunnels, being being devoured alive. After the funeral Micah pulled out the maps he'd drawn up staring at the others as he spoke in that soft barely above whisper voice ... -

The cubs are too deep in the hive ... we'd not get out ... but their kinfolk as less guarded ... I hacked the human grid ... vegas has a ton of fucking cameras ... I say we take one ... kill a bunch ...

-Matches grinned dropping ash on the map ... -

... set fire the rest ...