“I’ll fill him in,” River offers with a smile.
“Me too. I’m not going to be able to sleep for a while anyway,” Raiden adds. “Obviously, we will leave some of the more personal stuff for you guys to explain as and when you want to.”
“That works for me,” Van agrees. He looks at Baz, “Would you like to go through everything now, or do you want to get some sleep? It’s been a really long day for everyone, but you were being tortured earlier today, and have found out that you’re stuck with us, people who you barely know. It would be understandable if you wanted to take some time to process everything before we add even more crazy to your life.”
Baz grins, his purple eyes shining with happiness, “From what I’ve already learned about you all, if I don’t get caught up now, there’s a chance that I’m most likely never going to get caught up because something else will happen.”
I chuckle, “Well, you aren’t wrong.”
“See, you’re already understanding how we work. You fit right in,” Doc grins.
Baz chuckles, “Seriously though, after so long of being completely alone, finding out that I have,” he pauses and then continues, “that I’m a part of this, is pretty fucking awesome, and I’m not going to be able to get to sleep anyway, so I may as well learn as much as I can.”
We all smile.
It feels right to have it confirmed that he is definitely one of us and isn’t going anywhere. I’m not really sure that I ever thought that he was.
“Yeah, that makes perfect sense,” Van agrees. He pauses for a second and then continues, clearly having changed his mind, “Why don’t we all fill you in on as much as we can? It makes more sense if we all do it rather than if just two of us do.”
“Plus, there is a lot that you should know,” I point out. “It’s already getting late. I say that we explain as much as we can until two am and then we call it quits for the night.”
“That works for me,” Baz agrees, as he yawns again.
“In that case, I would start with the things that are likely to come up first,” Raiden points out. “Like the Pete and Murray situation and maybe a bit more about the Dimitri situation, since that’s more complicated and I have a feeling it’s about to get worse. Also, the wards might be a good place to start as well, since we need to go to Scotland soon.”
So that’s what we do for the next hour or so, because apparently, two am was a lot sooner than I thought it was. We fill in Baz about those subjects in particular. Of course, we take a few detours, but we mostly manage to stay on subject.
When two am hits, we are all more than ready to head up to bed, and it’s agreed that whenever we have some downtime, we’ll try to fill him in on as much as possible until eventually he’s caught up.
After saying goodnight to all of the guys, I grab Ransom’s hand and pull him toward my bedroom.
“Are you okay?” I ask as the door closes behind us. “You’ve been pretty quiet.”
Ransom smiles as he pulls me into his arms, “I’m good, I think I’m just tired.”
Pulling back slightly, I study his expression, not liking the tightness around his eyes. “Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything?”
His normally bright blue eyes are closer to navy, and his gaze roams over my face. What he’s looking for, I don’t know.
He sighs, “Okay. So I love violence.”
“I know,” I interrupt.
He smiles, “I don’t love it like a normal supernatural does. I fucking crave it, I revel in it, and there is a side of me that literally feeds from it,” he winces, and looks away. “Calling it violence probably wasn’t the right thing, it’s more than that, it’s death, and blood, and violence all mixed together.”
“I figured that it was probably something like that,” I reply simply. He’s confirmed what I’ve been thinking for a while now.
His gaze snaps up to meet mine, “It doesn’t freak you out? I know that you like violence and that none of us are exactly pacifists, but this is on another level.”
I shake my head, “Nope. I get it, honestly, I do.” And then, because he clearly doesn’t believe me, I add, “There’s nothing like watching the life drain out of the eyes of someone who has tried to kill you.” I feel my eyes glow, “Or, grabbing a hold of their soul, holding it, and knowing that you can completely obliterate it in a second, if they deserve it. I love the feel of Asael slicing through flesh, and I even love the thrill from hand-to-hand combat. The feel of someone actually landing a hit and knowing that they’re going to be worth fighting.”
Ransom grins, “You’re fucking perfect.”
“I know,” I smirk. I’m aware that to others, this whole conversation is absolutely crazy, but it works for us. “That’s not what’s bothering you though.”
His smile falls slightly.
“Ever since I went to Luesidious, the first time, and my magic swords appeared, the other side of me has been on edge. Hungrier. Usually, I just tap into that side when we have some kind of fight, and that’s enough to satiate it, but not anymore. It’s actually hungry. Today worked really well to feed it, but I’m still on edge,” he steps away from me and starts to pace. “I don’t think I’ll be getting any sleep any time soon. Do you want me to go and get one of the others, so you don’t have to sleep alone?”
