Exton

Ob's hands flex, nails hardening into talons. He closes his eyes, seeking control. The pupils are more narrow, the blue paler, icier. He grips Rath's arm as Guunnar wraps his large hand around the other arm.

"Let me... escort you out."

The words grind out, a rumbling of falling stone. Gone is the easy joy that rings in Ob's voice. Holds tighten, and the two men lift Rath off his feet. People move, opening a path to the door Jeb is holding open.

Laila cradles her hand, tears slipping quietly down her cheeks. Ramji lifts her chin, then gently wipes her eyes. Urging her to open her hand, the Rider inspects her wounds. Fresh blood oozes from around stitches. Wordlessly he shows her hand to Thea, then nods at Rowan.

"Let Rowan look at this. We do not want infection to set in." With that he is gone, following the other men out the door.

Ob has changed completely. His flesh is pale, scales shimmering in what little light there is. One stone hand has closed around Rath's throat. Ramji lays a hand on the Gargoyles arm.

"Much as I would like, we cannot kill him." He turns cold eyes on Rath. "Take the hint. You are no longer welcome here. If you come near Laila again, I will Hunt you down. She is no longer yours." He leans close. A sharp point scrapes along Rath's stomach. "You may already be dead, but I can end your current life."

The two blondes come out on the porch as the men throw Rath into the street. They hurry to his side and Guunnar shakes his head.

"Vamp whores."

The Viking watches as his friends move to go back inside. Red eyes gleam from the shadows. Ramji pauses, turning just outside the door to tell the vampire, "We all have your scent. You won't escape us if we Hunt." He smiles, a chilling expression with dead eyes.

"Remember THAT."