Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew
Pete
*Blasko’s POV*
Pete was an ogre hybrid, about eight feet tall, with a back covered with scars from years of abuse. I couldn’t remember if the ogre had been his great-grandmother, or great-great-grandmother, but I always thought the original pairing was exceptionally curious. Pete had clarified once and never spoke of it again. His horns had been scalded, prevented from growing, when he was an infant, and his wings had been cut off. A very sick man had essentially abused and enslaved Pete until he had grown old and strong enough to understand the idea of rebellion and escape. At which point, Pete had killed him. The surrounding tribe had never even known Pete had existed, and were horrified, but they never accepted him, either. And so Pete had found his way here, after some time. Time he didn’t talk about.
I introduced them and told Pete about Eliza’s wing and stomach as they collected their staves. Pete looked troubled and glanced at Eliza, clearly wondering why I was having him pair off against a severely compromised, out of shape woman, when I normally didn’t want him sparring anyone. Ever.
I knew Pete read a lot, more than anyone I knew, and had few friends. Despite what others might think, he was also sharp as a dagger. I motioned him nearer so I could speak for his ears alone. I didn’t want to send him into the dark without a torch. “Pete- look closer.” I watched his eyes run over Eliza again- her massive horns, her huge bust, her exceptional height, her unimpressive physicality.
Pete’s eyebrows, set on his prominent brow, shot damned near off his head. He gave me a cranky look. His voice was an incredibly deep baritone. “What the fuck, Blask? You trying to kill me?” Pete’s version of a whisper was easily heard, oh, within a quarter mile radius.
“No, Pete. Everyone else ran scared after Eliza knocked Nikki out. But Nikki is fine, and I need to see how Eliza works against opponents. Besides, you need practice, you lazy bum, so get the fuck in there, that’s a fucking order!”
Pete, looking resigned (but at least not like he was about to shit himself), went to go to the circle, but saw something, and burst out laughing, filling the heads of everyone in attendance with the booming bass of his guffaws. I saw Eliza was chortling too- what the fuck? I turned and saw someone had tied Andrew to a bench, complete with gag. He was staring right at me, ready to strangle me where I stood. Oooh, shit, was he mad! I chuckled and walked towards the circle, thankful for whoever had the foresight to restrain my impulsive Second Officer.
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4/15/17