darker_london | A Lovely Afternoon (Dorian, Peter) (Reply)

Peter was alone that afternoon, and he wasn't so pleased about it. Not that he blamed anyone for being where they were, of course. Renee and Deirdre were seeing Jude, Kait was helping Kat, Aly was with David. His sister and Emma were at work and all the kids were at school. Robert was at his other house, of course. Maybe he should go visit his friend. Peter had had enough of being alone lately, that was for damn sure.

As he headed out of the house, he took a step backwards. A red jaguar was coming up the driveway. Peter swallowed. He'd given that very car to his policeman friend, James, in Aberdeen. What could the man possibly want here? As long as Peter wasn't being arrested again, he decided it couldn't be too bad. He enjoyed his friend. Besides, how many cops arrested people in red jaguars?

As the car approached, it became readily more obvious that his round policeman friend was in fact, NOT in the car. Peter squinted his eyes together as the car pulled to a stop. "L..Lachlan?" Peter asked, as the vampire crawled out of the driver's seat looking...like shite, really. He didn't think he'd see Lachlan again. He was okay with that, considering he still had Lauren's memories in his head and Lachlan had killed her. Even if Peter was no longer an angel and Lauren's voice was no longer present, he remembered what it was like in the instant Lachlan had brought the knife to Lauren's throat. "What...why are you..uh...hey, are you alright?"

"Don't call me fucking Lachlan!" Dorian spat at Peter, slamming the door of his jag.

"Okay...Dorian. Why are you here? Deirdre told me that you...uhm...I thought you'd turned yourself in?" Peter said carefully.

"If wishes were horses, Priest."

"That...doesn't make sense, but okay." Peter said, wondering if he shouldn't run back inside his house right very now.

"Ophelia here? I read on her journal she was staying with you. Sorry about your coma and all by the way." Dorian said, waving it away as if it were a broken pinky.

"Yeah that...sucked. Deirdre's not here right now." Peter didn't supply Deirdre's whereabouts, not that he was afraid Dorian would hurt her. He might try though, and Deirdre had killed one vampire recently. That was probably enough. Maybe...

Dorian sat heavily on his car. "Fuck. Look...someone's coming. A demon. Her name's Mia. We were together but...she tried to kill me and she's coming here." He left out the part about Ry. He was pretty weak right now and his face was all scabbed up. He didn't need to add Peter choking him to death to his list of injuries. "Wanted to warn Ophelia."

Peter's stomach froze. "She's..coming here?" Peter remembered something about a Mia. She was Ethan's sister? That's right. Ethan who lived with his cousin and was the father of her children. Fuck. His unborn second cousins has a demon for an aunt. A present demon for an aunt. Very fuck. Peter tried to remain calm. "What...do you know what she's coming here for?"

"Thank you for your sympathy, Arse! She nearly drowned me and she ripped half my face off! AND she stole my car!"

Peter raised his eyebrows. "You were in Aberdeen, correct? Where did you get this car?"

Dorian shrugged. "'Smine."

"Except that I bought this car for a friend of mine there. A policeman. Same license plates."

"That guy was your friend?" Dorian sat up straighter.

"Was?!" Peter shrieked.

Dorian just smiled innocently. "Are you going to help me or not?!"

Peter made an incredulous face. "Did you kill my friend?!"

"Maybe. I'm still warning you about a dangerous demon coming your way. That counts for something, right?"

"Yes. But you're warning me to get back at her for scratching your face off. You do look like hell by the way." Peter added. Pettiness was an appropriate response to finding out a vampire had killed your lovely acquaintance. "And...I'm taking this car!" He stepped forward and grabbed the keys out of Dorian's hands before he could think about it. "Oh...that was possibly very stupid."

Dorian groaned and leaned back on the windscreen. "I'm not going to kill you, Arsehole. Ophelia would open my veins and watch the blood run into two little bowls...feed it to me and then repeat the process."

"That doesn't sound like too extreme a punishment to me. I'll repeat my question. Do you know what Mia's doing here?"

Dorian shrugged against the glass of the windscreen, very aware he was probably getting bug guts on his shirt. Bollocks. "She likes hell. And god. Thinks she's an angel, the crazy bitch. But damn she's an artist. She can kill people in the most exquisite ways. She likes making an entrance."

Peter's eyes grew wide and he took a step backwards. She liked making an entrance. She would have arrived before Dorian. The train. The train wreck yesterday. It had to be. It made so much sense. He'd have to talk to Paul later, if he could. After he was done warning everyone they had another crazy demon about. Now he just had to figure out what to do with Dorian. It was clear that while he'd gotten through to the vampire before, things had gone the opposite way in the end. He'd killed people. Most likely several. He hadn't kept up on the news in Scotland, but he was sure if he had, he could find several incidents that could be linked to Dorian and Mia. "You have helped, thank you." Peter moved away from the vampire and around the back of the house.

"Hey! Are you just leaving me here!? You took my keys!" Dorian slid off the car and followed Peter to the backyard.

"I'm not leaving you, I'm just getting something." Peter disappeared into the shed and Dorian raised his eyebrows.

"You're getting something from the shed?" Dorian asked, stepping forward so he was right behind Peter. "You're a little off, Priest." Peter stepped back out with a shovel in his hands. "What, we digging holes now? 'Cause I know from experience, you can't dig to hell."

"No. And I can't send you there either. Doesn't mean I won't enjoy trying." And Peter swung the shovel into Dorian's head, felling the vampire immediately with a satisfying thud. That was for Lauren. That was for James. That was for a great many things. Peter dropped the shovel and dragged Dorian's unconscious form into the shed. He was careful to remove any implements the vampire could use as weapons once he woke up. They could store them in the boiler room for now. In the meantime, he was going to have one very sore and angry vampire when Dorian woke up.

Peter made sure the locks on the shed were very very tight.