Once confirmation had been made, Deirdre jumped out of the car and slammed the door home. Thomas was slower, but not for lack of motivation. He simply wasn't a demon any more. Still he rounded the car and joined her so they could cross together.
Deirdre didn't bother knocking on the door. What she did instead was search for a window to break, and she found one already broken. "Holy shit," she said, staring at the lack of glass which had been taped over with a large sheet of plastic. "Righto."
Immediately she charged towards the window, ripping the sheet easily. She could tell Greg was nowhere about, but even if he was, she could take an incubus. She climbed through the window and then grabbed a chair to clean the remaining shards from the frame for Thomas and Zoe to climb through.
"He's this way," she said, rushing to a door which she tested and found locked. "Oh fuck this."
It took Deirdre less than ten seconds to splinter the door into pieces and then there they were, in the room with Danny who was chained to the end of the bed. He wasn't on top of it, however. He was underneath, working on loosening one of the bed springs.
When he heard the door crash, he instantly scooted out from under the bed and as far away as the chain on his leg would allow him. He was pale and bruised and thinner than he had been, and his hands were held in front of his face for protection. "Please, do- De-Deirdre? ZOE!?"
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Date: 2014-08-03 04:00 am (UTC)From:Deirdre didn't bother knocking on the door. What she did instead was search for a window to break, and she found one already broken. "Holy shit," she said, staring at the lack of glass which had been taped over with a large sheet of plastic. "Righto."
Immediately she charged towards the window, ripping the sheet easily. She could tell Greg was nowhere about, but even if he was, she could take an incubus. She climbed through the window and then grabbed a chair to clean the remaining shards from the frame for Thomas and Zoe to climb through.
"He's this way," she said, rushing to a door which she tested and found locked. "Oh fuck this."
It took Deirdre less than ten seconds to splinter the door into pieces and then there they were, in the room with Danny who was chained to the end of the bed. He wasn't on top of it, however. He was underneath, working on loosening one of the bed springs.
When he heard the door crash, he instantly scooted out from under the bed and as far away as the chain on his leg would allow him. He was pale and bruised and thinner than he had been, and his hands were held in front of his face for protection. "Please, do- De-Deirdre? ZOE!?"