2019-07-19 - Claws and Teeth

It's a girls night in, but Eli is around somewhere too, probably up in the loft watching Netflix on his computer or reading a book.

Genevieve is downstairs in the living area, and by the smells in the apartment, she's been busy. She sent Dahlia a text, instructing her to send her a message when she's close so she could be let in. When her phone buzzed, Eve skipped down the stairs, pulling the door open and yanking Dahlia out of the thunder and heavy rain. "Hey! C'mon upstairs."

The thunderstorm booms loudly outside and Eve shoots a worried look toward the window as she settles down on the couch. "I set up the new television yesterday, it looks so weird in here, I so rarely watch it. How was work? Were you at work?" She's a chatterbox, but there are dark circles under her eyes, she's probably not sleeping well still.

Something buzzes in the kitchen and she gets up, making her way to the oven to pull out two personal pizzas. She turns to talk to Dahlia as she cuts into the crusts making small triangular pieces. "I hope you like regular pizza, I ran out at the last minute to the store to grab something easy." She walks in, two plates in hand and settles down on the couch again. She pulls the bottoms of her sweatpants up to her calves and shifts until she's comfortable. The tank top she's wearing looks almost sheer, a sports bra worn underneath.

Dahlia had made good on her promise, carrying a Safeway bag in one hand and a nondescript black plastic bag in the other. She's mostly been doing errands today and avoiding the trailer. Though she kept making mental notes to talk to Harlan. One day. Maybe she should text him. These are the things that she tried to situate and settle in her mind as Genevieve led her up to the apartment and her stomach growled softly. It was easy for Dahlia to get caught up with in things and forget that eating was important. Setting the bags down on the coffee table, she started to unpack. "Why's it weird?" The new television.

"You coulda asked me to grab then hun. I would've! So you didn't have to go out in this crazy weather. But I'm the last person to be picky. I'll eat pretty much whatever you put in front of me." Dahlia mused, sitting down on the couch. There was a variety of different types of chocolates, a bottle of vodka, whiskey, and rum because why not? Also a bottle of Coke to use for a mixer if so desired. She settled back, taking one of the pizza plates and turning to focus on Genevieve. Studying her.

"So've you been up to anything fun today?" Dahlia is fine to start with some lighter conversation before getting around to the root of things. Her own attire is simple - a pair of gray cloth shorts and a matching tank top. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

"It's weird because I wasn't allowed to have one or watch one when I was little, so I didn't have one here until Eli moved in." Genevieve eyes the television with some amusement, turning it on before she focuses on Dahlia again. She picks up one of the little triangles of pizza, takes a bite and then muses as she watches Dahlia pick things from the bag. "Wow. You went all out, how much do I owe you?" She leans in, grabbing a piece of dark chocolate, holding it up to her nose so she can get a whiff of it through the packaging. "Oh c'est le paradis."

"Uh, worked in the shop, made some brownies.." There is a slight smirk at that, glancing toward the kitchen. "Dessert, you know? I hung out with Eli for a while, and then .. I took a short nap before you came over." She leans back on the couch, putting her feet up as she grabs another small triangle of pizza. "He wanted to give us some room, though I told him he should join us."

"Really? Strict parents or just a really different way of living?" Dahlia asked curiously. "I think the only times my house was quiet was when we were all watching something like Price is Right or Wheel of Fortune." She mused, shaking her head as she picked up a triangle as well. "You don't owe me anything Eve. We both need a night of chilling out and chatting and doing whatever. You contributed the place and the pizza. I contributed snacks and booze. We're even." Dahlia flashed her a little grin before biting into the slice. A glance towards the kitchen at the talk of brownies and then back to Eve. "Hell yeah that's dessert. I need to buy a couple off you for Monday...I dunno what we're gonna do but we both might be a little more at ease if we have a buzz going." Her nose wrinkled. "Or I'm just overthinking it." Shaking her head.

"Anyway. I'll need to peek in on him tomorrow before I head out to say hi. I think I have to meet Hyacinth for shopping or something? I don't know. She's Justin's friend and former on/off again girlfriend from when we were kids." Dahlia finished off the little slice and reached over to grab a piece of chocolate up. "What do you feel like starting off with drink wise? I'll grab the glasses."

"Strict parents. They wanted me to read and study, so I did a lot of reading." Genevieve narrows her eyes at Dahlia but she won't argue for now, they've got pizza to eat. She takes another bite, chews and then chuckles softly. "I really did need this, I love Eli to death, but he's so serious. I just want to hold him and cuddle him until he's not." She waves her hand at Dahlia. "You brought the booze and the chocolate, I'll send you home with brownies. They're not for sale, so I won't sell them to you." She chuckles softly and takes a deep breath. "I'm pretty sure eating brownies will make our chatter a lot easier to swallow."

"I'm sure he'll come downstairs to go to the bathroom and stuff, and honestly we might all end up in the king sized bed if the couch isn't comfortable enough to sleep on. I'm sure he won't mind as long as we don't grope him." She smirks, shaking her head slightly before she laughs softly. "How about.. just a shot or two? If we make drinks, I'll drink all of them. If I have a few shots to get buzzed, I might not get completely shitfaced. Does that make sense? I don't think it makes sense."

"I never was the reading type honestly. You'll have to recommend some books to me. I'm trying to find constructive things to focus on. Picked up some things from the craft store today so I could start sewing again. Offered to help Declan with some paint jobs. Reading would probably be a good thing to add." She eats the piece of chocolate she's grabbed and nodded. The plate gets set aside so she can get up and scrounge up some smaller glases. "I'm sure you'll get to that point eventually. You're so easy going - it's bound to rub off on him in some way." She returned with some smaller glasses. "I get what you mean. Shots get a quicker buzz. So shots and brownies. I'm all about that lifestyle." Dahlia chuckled softly. "So what do you want a shot of?"

Once Eve gave her answer, Dahl would pour it out and pour herself some of the whiskey to start. Handing off Eve's glass to the woman before eating another slice of the pizza. Swallowing, "To the first of many girl's nights to come?" Offering up a toast and then would wait a beat or two before knocking back her shot.

Genevieve holds up her shot of tequila, laughs and then tosses her shot back almost carelessly. She gasps as the heat of it hits her, coughing once. "I keep telling Eli that I'm going to not drink as much, he's worried." She sets down the shot glass and gets up to retrieve the brownies. "I've been scaring him a lot lately, and none of it is on purpose. He's worried because I'm not sleeping well, he's worried because our relationship discussions are backwards, and he's worried because of my drinking." She sets down the brownies and flomps back on the couch, sighing. "We honestly did this whole relationship thing backward, but it works out for us for the most part." She aims a look at Dahlia, a slow smile spreading across her face as she picks up a brownie and gets comfortable again. "So, how did Declan ask you out? Was it cute, or was it all offhand and stuff?" She takes a bite of the brownie, watching the other woman as she waits for the gossip tea to be poured.

Dahlia shook her head a little as the whiskey burned, but she pours out another shot. "I think it's cute that he's worried. And understandable on some levels. Drinking heavily can be a sign of stress, as is the not sleeping well. Clearly you've got something going on BUT if that can be resolved then the other stuff will follow." Dahlia pauses, "Something to that effect. Oprah said it once. I'm sure." Close enough. "How do you mean backwards? With the arugements?" Curious.

There's a little shrug when Genevieve asks about Declan. "Well, casual I guess...after you left. We talked a bit about how we met you guys - he told me about hitting on you two. I said I think he'd like Justin and that dinner would be fun...and he asked if it was too forward to ask to see me before we did dinner. Something casual." She reached for a brownie now herself. "I haven't been on a first date type thing in forever. Even though it's casual I'm a little nervous. I don't know if I should be expecting anything or, he seems nice but what if it goes terribly? I'm..." She exhaled, "Not the sort of person you take home to mom. You know?"

"I appreciate his worry, and I'm trying to cut down. I just.. there is a knot.. in here?" Genevieve runs her fingers along her shoulders, grimacing as she leans in to pour another shot of tequila. She takes a bite of brownie, chews on it and then follows with a shot of tequila before she puts everything down on the table. She exhales heavily and shakes her head at Dahlia. "Here, I'll explain." She sits back, wetting her lips before she turns toward Dahlia. "I met him, had dinner with him that night, and then two nights later I went out of town with him to Seattle. Everything went so quickly, and we both seemed to be on the same wavelength, hell.. we still are. Now we're having the conversations about what we want, and what we expect out of a relationship, which.. honestly should have been done before we moved in together, you know? We don't really fight though."

Eve gives Dahlia a little side look, giggling as if she can't hold it in. Her hands clasp over her mouth and finally she gets control of herself, but two shots of tequila and weed? She's feeling it. "He didn't hit on us so much as ask if we could go home and fuck. He startled Eli, it was adorable." She shakes off the giggles and jumps as thunder crashes outside. Then Dahlia's words hit her and she frowns. "I don't think it will go terrible, for one. For two? Why the fuck aren't you the type of person you take home to mom? Look at you. You're gorgeous, and you're thoughtful and people adore you. If anyone disagrees with any of that, they can come get whacked with a tequila bottle." She sounds serious.

Dahlia listened closely as Eve explained about her and Eli. "Ah, well, that makes sense then. Talks should happen before moving in but on the flip side, when you know. You know. As long as you guys aren't really fighting I think you'll be okay. Ruiz and I almost came to blows many, many times when were together." A wry smile on her lips. "We both have horrible tempers and just brought out the worst in each other sometimes. But then we'd just end up fucking it out of our system usually." Laughing then as she knocked back her other shot and sighed.

"Well. I'll be honest with you Eve. I have this paranoia that anyone who takes me to meet their parents or family...one or some of them is gonna recognize me from my films and it's going to be extremely awkward." A beat of pause. "I'm a porn actress. Was? I really don't even know. I don't think I'll have a job if I decide to go back to LA. At least not with the same company. Not that I entirely want to get into it again." She added. Taking a larger than necessary bite of brownie. A muffled laugh though, at the image of Eve whacking someone with a tequila bottle.

"I appreciate you so much Genevieve. But looks are decieving. I'm trouble. I mean, I like to think I'm a good person most of the time but, other times it feels like there's a shadow following me around." She shifted, leaning over to gingerly touch along Eve's shoulder to try and feel the knot. "Is it like a stress knot thing or something else?" Not really knowing a whole lot about that stuff.

"They should, but .. you might think this is weird." Genevieve watches Dahlia carefully as she continues to speak quietly, her brow furrowed. "We have this connection, and we don't like being apart. Once we realize how we felt, it just seemed natural for us to just.. stay here, together. Most of the talks we've ended up having has been positive, we have a lot of the same views. We rarely fight, and when we fight it's more like we vaguely argue and then we make up." Talks of making up make her cheeks pink, and she gazes down at her lap as she smiles.

Eve shifts the stuff between them, scooting closer to Dahlia, reaching out tentatively for her hands. "Dahlia, if they recognize you, they do." She tries to think of how to say her next thought without sounding blunt. In the end she just goes for it. "You have sex, and so does most of the people in this world, if someone judges you for that? For keeping yourself fed and housed? Fuck em. Fuck em sideways." She wrinkles her nose, leaning against the other woman as she exhales out her breath. "People are hypocrites, you'll find. I doubt you'll have that issue with Declan, he doesn't talk about family much. I think he's in the same boat as Eli."

There is a visible reaction when Dahlia mentions that a shadow is following her around, Eve flinches and then the thunder rumbles loudly, causing the lights to flicker. She is squeezing one of Dahlia's hands hard, her eyes on the window so when Dahlia touches her shoulder, she jumps again. "Oh.. um. No."

"I think that's so sweet. Finding someone you share that sort of connection with. Hang on to it as long as you can. Forever even." Dahlia smiled. "One day I'll find a forever person. That's my hope at least." A little shrug of her shoulders. She looked down at Genevieve took her hands, and then looked back to up Eve. She's silent for what feels like a long moment, but is really only a few seconds. A wry smile on her lips. "Getting fucked sideways is pretty fun..." A chuckle following that, letting her forehead lean against Eve's. "I guess we'll see how Monday goes. I'm trying to be optimistic. and of course I'll let you know all the dirty details." She gave Eve's hands a gentle squeeze and raise a brow as she jumped and the feeling of her hand being squeezed to death. "Eve, babe, what's going on with you?" Looking towards the window and then back. "What's bothering you? You can talk to me."

Genevieve had looked back toward the window, it's clear she's listening to Dahlia, because when she makes the joke about being fucked sideways, there is a tiny little snort of laughter. She turns to regard Dahlia, their hands still joined. "What if I told you that I have a shadow following me too?" She presses her lips together, glancing down to their joined hands before she looks up into Dahlia's eyes. "I don't want you to think that I'm crazy, and I know on the beach the other day, I was a bitch. I've been.." Her cheeks puff up as she takes a deep breath, and then she exhales, looking as if she wants to explain things but has no idea how. "You know that Eli says that there are strange things going on in this town? He's not wrong. Things.. happen." She glances toward the window, sucking in a breath as the thunder rolls again. "It's hard to explain, but.. that wound that Eli showed you? It happened on the roof upstairs."

Dahlia is listening closely, quietly. She's a good listener and maybe that's half the reasons she's a decent bartender. "If you're crazy, so am I. So don't worry about that." She spoke softly, encouraging Eve to continue. "I've always felt like something was off here. I just could never quite put my finger on it." She looked up towards the ceiling and then back to Eve. "Mine happened inside the trailer. It doesn't make sense to me. None of it does. So I can't even begin to know how to process it." She gave a little shake of her head. "Tell me what happened?"

"Well, I remember falling asleep, and I remember.. hearing something at the door." Genevieve furrows her brow, reclaiming her hand, drawing her legs up against her body. She wraps her arms around herself, frowning. "Then there was a growl, it was unearthly, and .." She shifts her blue eyes to Dahlia, frowning. "I got up out of the bed, and walked toward the stairs in the loft, and next thing I remembered, I was knocked over and .." She takes a deep breath, her eyes moving to the window. "..I felt teeth dig into my shoulder, and it dragged me while I struggled. I cried out for Eli to help me, and then I was on the roof, I don't remember how I got there. It was hungry, it really wanted Eli. It shook me again, told me to call for him, and then Eli came.." She glances back at Dahlia, waiting to see her reaction. "It was.. a large wolf."

Dahlia gives Eve's hand one final squeeze before letting her go. "That sounds horrible." She frowned. "And terrifying." Looking towards Eve's shoulder briefly and then back up to her. "Why did the wolf want him? Where did it even come from? And it could talk? What happened after that?" There were a lot of questions Dahlia had. Though - and it could very well be the booze and brownie - she didn't seem to disbelieve the events. "Is that why you can't sleep? Do you think the wolf is going to come back?" Looking around the apartment briefly and then back to Genevieve. "My mom was a zombie. She attacked me." Since Eve shared some it was only fair for Dahlia to share a little too.

"It was terrifying. When Eli made it to the roof, it dragged me toward the edge, and I think it was going to toss me over it." Genevieve glances toward the window again, and lightning flashes in the sky before a loud crack of thunder sounds. Loud enough to make her jump. "It.. it could talk, and it came from the shadows. I think.. whatever it is, it feeds off of fear." She glances back at Dahlia, and her eyes are wide with it now. "I know it's coming back, I keep the lights on because the shadows give it purchase. It's only a matter of time." The lights flicker again, and Genevieve trembles briefly, blinking at Dahlia when she mentions her mom turned into a zombie. "Oh my god, Dahlia.."

Dahlia shifted, sitting on her knees and looking at Genevieve with confidence that was pulled from, well, somewhere. "Let it come. If it wants you, it can go through me. If it feeds on fear, you have to not fear it." Duh. But also, you know, easier said than done by far. She rests a hand on Eve's knee. "I'm going to be with you all night long. You need to rest, and I'll be damned if I let some crazy talking wolf keep you from sleeping." Part of Dahlia wondered if maybe she was just like in a coma or something. And all this weird stuff WAS a dream. Everything was a dream. Maybe even Gray Harbor was a conjuring of her mind. A little shudder ran through her. Too deep. A barely perceptible shrug of her shoulders. "...It was also terrifying. I blew her head off with a shotgun and- well. Anyway. I woke up and she was really dead..." But thankfully not from a shotgun blast to the head.

Genevieve watches Dahlia, that burst of confidence making Eve smile as she gets to her feet. "Let me grab us some blankets..pillows too." She walks toward the linen closet, glancing over her shoulder as she mentions shooting her mother with a shotgun. "Did she cause that wound to your shoulder?"

"Blankets and pillows." Dahlia agreed. Watching Eve walk over, she nodded. "Yeah...All the ways out of the trailer were blocked. It's a small trailer. So-" Anything that Dahlia might have added is instead replaced with a started cry as that crack of thunder goes even louder than before. She just stares at Genevieve with wide eyes. Why kind of storm was this? And then. Darkness. Fucking great. Taking a slow breath. "Okay, Eve. It's gonna be okay. Do you have any flashlights?" Starting to try and reach for her phone so she could activate the flashlight. "Stay right where you are. I'll come over to you." Being tipsy and in the dark was a terrible combination.

The darkness is complete and Genevieve couldn't move if she wanted to. She hears Dahlia calling out to her, but it seems far away, but she takes a step in that direction. She almost trips, and that's what she loses it, sinking to the floor, her hands flat on the hardwood. "Dahlia?" It's quiet, she can't tell which direction Dahlia is in, it seemed so simple a few seconds ago when the light was on. She was right there. When Dahlia mentions that she's coming, she nods, not realizing that Dahlia can't see her.

Dahlia says, "Just keep talking to me Genevieve." Dahlia fumbles with her phone. Why was it that technology NEVER WORKED WHEN YOU WANTED IT TO?! She tosses the phone down on to the couch, starting to feel her way- but then immediately froze when she heard that growl. Fuck. Drawing in a sharp breath. Just. Focus on Eve. "Eve, eve, say something. I'm almost to you..." She had no idea if this was true or not but she just needed to focus! On finding Even...not that growl...wherever it came from. Slowly continuing to feel her way forward. Hopefully in the right direction. "

"Dahlia..don't move." Genevieve sounds strained, and a soft shuffling sound is heard as she crawls and feels, trying to find her way back to the couch. She makes contact with something, it's not Dahlia, it's one of the chairs. She might know where she is now, and then something occurs to her. "Eli!" There is a subtle echo to that cry, it's like she called him and then called again immediately. There is no response, it's quiet. "I don't.. it's so dark."

There was a scream that died on Dahlia's lips as the wolf lunged at her. Holy crap. Where did it come from?! She stumbled backwards a few steps and then dove forward. Like some kind of action/thriller movie. Sliding under the beast and into Genevieve. "I-it's okay. Eli's okay." Pulling the woman close to her and trying very hard to keep her wits about her. Jumping as a better look was had at the beast through the lightening. It's a somewhat delayed response but, "You're not getting a god damn thing from us!" Yep. That's smart Dahlia. Goad the giant, talking, man-eating, wolf monster. Nothing can go wrong.

Genevieve clings to Dahlia as they crash into one another, her head snapping toward the shadow as it is illuminated by the lightning. "It's okay?" Yeah, she doesn't believe that either. The lightning flash disorients her for a moment and then she's movement, dragging Dahlia toward the kitchen island. "Eli!" There is that double echo again, it sounds louder, like more oomph was put behind it. She holds her breath, the sound of nails on the hardwood floor can be heard again. She is full panic now, not sure if she should get Dahlia out the door, or stand their ground here. Indecision could get them killed, and she can't seem to snap away from it. She leans closer to Dahlia, her voice quiet. "Don't move." Not that it will help, the wolf knows where they are now, and it's in that moment that the shadows move at the end of the island. There are only a few seconds to act now.

If Dahlia was certain about anything tonight it was that she was not dying. Genevieve was not dying. Eli was not dying. And that they very well just may be having a shared hallucination from...something. But they were going to get out of this. Her heart was racing as Eve dragged her towards the island. Dahlia was a fighter, in that second flash of lightning she was trying to find a knife. Something sharp. Something that could be used against the beast. Eve says not to move, and she doesn't. Not yet.

The darkness doesn't make anything easy, though he has found direction after hearing Eve's voice and he seems to have finally found his own voice. "Genevieve!" Eli calls from the top of the stairs. His hands grope at the railing and he rushes toward the bottom just in time to see the creature lunging toward her and he's yelling at the same time that she screams out. He's too far away to do anything but watch it, but that won't be for long. He pushes through the darkness toward the melee - no plan but an excess of adrenaline and his fear for Genevieve. Somewhere in his head he knows Dahlia is there too, but not his focus.

Genevieve hears Eli, but she's distracted by the wolf and the hold that it has on her. Instinct has her reaching out for Dahlia but she isn't quick enough by half to get a hold on the other woman, nor did she even consider reaching for a weapon. She fights, but she can't get much traction on the floor with her feet bare, and when she does manage to swipe at the wolf, it attempts to shake the fight out of her.

Dahlia screams as the wolf lunges at them, side stepping the paw and trying to help get Eve out of the way too. Which, ultimately didn't work, as the wolf sidelines her and then tries to drag her away. "Eve!" Dahlia lunged not to try and grab at the woman, but at the wolf. Because, you know, she's entirely too wreckless for her own good. And her brain is just having a whole lot of difficulty trying to process what the ever-loving-fuck is going on. So she lunges and just BARELY manages to grab on to the animal. "Leave. Her. ALONE!"

Eli's charge is blind and stupid, but he times it well enough to charge into the back of the creature with his elbow raised and as much of his body weight as possible behind the attack. It's so damn dark that it's hard to line anything up squarely and the last time they'd fought this thing physical attacks weren't really stopping it, but he has to get it away from Eve, if only for a moment. He spots Dahlia coming at it from the opposite direction at the last moment, trying to make sure whatever he lands doesn't do damage to her.

It's dark still, and now they're a tangle of bodies. Genevieve manages to scramble backwards as the wolf head snaps around, and the presence of blood seems to wake her up.

Lightning flashes as the large creature manages to get a hold on Eli, and while the after effects of the sudden light lingers in her eyes, she lunges back into the fray, her hands held out in front of her. There is a sickening snap and the smell of burnt fur , a thin fissure of light illuminating Genevieve for the briefest of moments as she channels electricity through her hands into the wolf. Poor Eli, he's probably going to feel that.

She can't hold the current for more than a few seconds, but it served its purpose, the wolf is livid, and it turns to stalk her. Well she did want it to leave Dahlia and Eli alone.

Darkness be damned, she turns to where she might remember the door being, her voice loud as she sprints. "Viens après moi, enfoiré!" She slams into the door, misjudging the distance, her hand going for whatever she can grasp, hurling it toward the wolf, completely missing it.

Dahlia cries out in pain as she feels teeth sinking in to her arms. She backs up, slamming into the kitchen counter as she stumbles. Her eyes widen, nose wrinkling as she watches Eve shoot lightning and the fur of the wolf burns. She can feel something stirring inside her. Something that's just the cusp of release, but then it vanishes. In that illuminating light is when Dahlia spots the knife block. Distracting her for trying to think about what that feeling was. As the wolf turns trajectory towards Eve, Dahlia grabs a knife off the block with her good hand and then lunges at the wolf. Sinking the knife into the beast as is goes by.

Eli screams, the sharp claws of the creature tearing into the flesh of his own arm and sending him spinning. Any attempt to make something of his momentum is entirely lost as the pain rips through the adrenaline high in a white hot streak. His head spins, stomach lurching as he threatens to be physically ill. He gets a grasp just in time for his eyes to go wide at the view of Eve attacking the creature and he does indeed feel the shock going through the creature and into him. He's stunned for a few moment, but free of the creature when it starts to chase Eve. "No!" He calls, realizing what she has done. Pissed it off, it's chasing her. A lamp lifts off the side table and hurdles toward the wolf, crashing into the beast with as much force as he can muster.

Genevieve manages to get to her feet, shuffling slowly away from the door, attempting to get around the wolf to Eli and Dahlia. She holds her breath as her trek takes her close to the large shadow that lies on the floor. The thunder is gone, no lightning to guide her. She realizes this is wrong somehow, but she can't figure out how to solve it.

She's almost to Eli and Dahlia when that low, bass growl rumbles in the darkness.

The lamp crashes into the wolf and Dahlia stumbles back against the counter again. A flash of lightning lights up where the knife is. Dropping to her knees, Dahlia picks up the knife and, letting her adrenaline guide her, just starts stabbing the dark shadow. It can growl all it fucking wants. She's done with it and it's bullshit.

"Genevieve." Eli says, his voice raw when the woman returns to where he and Dahlia are. But, Dahila isn't there long - no hesitation in that one. He seems ready to follow Davila's lead and not sit back to see if the creature recovers to attack them again. He twists, gasping in pain from the wound on his arm, catching sight of the items in the kitchen when the lightening flashes. A knife rises up and he sends it toward the dark shape, trying to plunge it into the creature to add to Davila's attack on it. "Die. You. Fucking. Piece. Of. Shit." He growls through gritted teeth. "She is not yours."

Genevieve sees the light, remembering the roof, and she skitters toward it with her hand outstretched. When her hand reaches out for it, the wolf disappears into the shadow, melting away from Eli and Dahlia's assault. The wolf is wounded, the black of its fur flecked with red, but it makes the attempt to get to Genevieve before she reaches for that thread.

She realizes that the wolf is going to make it to her before she gets to the thread, especially if she's trying to protect herself, so she throws away any caution. Her fingers close around the threads, and she yanks, just as its teeth move to close around her throat.

The darkness evaporates, and the light flickers before it floods back in. The rain can be heard outside, and everything is in place in the apartment, but there is blood everywhere. The wolf is gone, and Genevieve is lying near the far wall, probably in shock if the look on her face is anything to go by. How is Eli and Dahlia? Let's find out.

As the words from the wolf drift over her, Dahlia can feel tears starting to well up. A mix of anger, sadness, and confusion. "No! No no no no!" She repeats the word as she continues stabbing. But then there is nothing left to stab and the knife knicks the floor with one final stab as the wolf goes for Eve. Dahlia doesn't have the energy in that second to try and go for it, but there's no matter because the wolf is gone now. She stays where she is, on her her knees on the floor. Tears ruining the bit of makeup she'd had on, blood rolling down her arm. The pain starting to creep in as the adrenaline faded.

But it was over...right? Were they safe now?

The words from the wolf hit harder than the teeth. It's not just the words - he has heard them so many times before, felt them, lived them. But, the power beyond them seems to break through every defence he had against those voices. In that moment, they're entirely real and nothing can convince him otherwise. He collapses backwards, arm limp in pain, curling in on himself on the floor in the darkness. He watches as the Wolf lunges toward Eve, knowing the truth in the words and the inevitable end.

The world returning is a shock. From the darkness to the light. He didn't realize what Eve was doing. His body shakes and he closes his eyes tight trying to get a grip on himself and the situation. His cheeks are wet with tears as well and his arm is shredded worse than he'd realized, face and hair damp with sweat. His head spins, but he wants to get to Eve, so he starts to crawl in her direction, not trusting himself to be able to get to his feet.

Genevieve lays on her side, bleeding just like the other two. There isn't any pain in her face because she is simply staring ahead, her eyes on the wall closest to the door. There is nothing there, it seems the wolf is gone for now. Eli and Dahlia being in pain finally draw her attention, blue eyes shifting to them. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. She isn't going to cry, she's beyond that right now, one hand slowly moves. She's reaching for Eli.

Dahlia lifts her good hand to wipe her eyes, trying to get a handle on herself. She hates crying. Especially in front of people. And that's all she's been doing lately. She just stares at her injured arm for a long moment and then finally looking towards the other two. More scars, Seen and unseen. It isn't fair, it isn't right. Why is all of this happening? Finally, Dahlia grabs on to the counter and hauls herself to her feet. Letting the two lovebirds check on each other, Dahlia is staying silent and in survival mode. Blocking everything out and leaving a trail of blood as she makes her way towards the bathroom to try and find supplies to patch people up. Not that she knows a lot about medicine or anything. But she knew how to sew and she knew how to slap on a band aid so it was almost the same thing.

Eli takes Eve's hand with his own when he reaches her, then just leans against the wall beside her. Is there anything to say? They both knew it would come again and it had. He swallows and refocuses his attention on the room when Dahlia is up and moving. "Take it easy, Dahlia." His voice is raw. How much had he been screaming? "It's gone. Gone again. Are you alright?" He asks her. He knows that Genevieve isn't, but also that she has dealt with this before. It was the type of experience that could send someone to a bad place if they weren't ready for it.

Genevieve's hand is limp in Eli's, but she isn't pulling away. Her eyes have followed Dahlia when she went toward the bathroom, and then shifted up to Eli. Tell her where the first aid supplies are. Her inner voice is soft, not its usual vibrant timbre. She closes her eyes, letting out a soft sigh, curling up where she lays.

If Eli's words are heard, they're ignored. She continues her way to the bathroom. There's rummaging around, water running, muffled curses. She'll return with first aid supplies, assuming Eli does tell her where they are. She just got a towel wrapped around her arm for now when she walks back out with the kit. Walking over to them and kneeling down carefully. It's now that she answers Eli's question. "No. I'm not alright." There's a tightness in her jaw. "But neither are you two." Opening the kit up with her good hand. "Let me see you arm."

"You seem more pissed off than destitute. I'm taking that as positive." Eli says, watching Dahila when she returns to the room. He's not about to fight with her about the need for medical attention. In fact, Eli looks dangerously pale at this point and his hand is cold where it's locked with Eve's. He leans back heavily against the wall, trying to keep the fog from closing in around him, but it seems to become harder every second. Thank you, Dahlia. He doesn't speak the words, but Dahlia would hear them clear in her mind. For the first aid? For the help against the wolf? He doesn't specify. I'm here. We're safe. This is directly in a similar fashion to Genevieve.

Genevieve and Eli hadn't gone to the hospital last time this happened, and it's likely that they'll not want to go this time either. It takes a while, but basic first aid is applied, nobody is bleeding anymore. It's still the dead of night, but despite that, every light in the apartment stays on as people find places to crash out and sleep.

There is a lot to discuss in the morning, if Dahlia is still there, but for now, if any of them can -- sleep is in order.