"Friends--I think," Robert said to Jack, arriving himself, despite his leg not being ready for fighting werewolves. He could not allow Kate to battle werewolves while he sat inside and waited to see who lived and who did not. That wasn't how he had ever responded to a threat. Worth the gamble tonight, and worth the ass reaming he was going to take from Nigel later for thinking he was ready to go to battle on that leg. "Do try to keep your brother from killing Angus, Jack.. It'd be nice to keep him awhile longer, but I'd like to keep you too, so watch yourself. He is definitely more agro tonight than usual."
"Jack," Kate said from the other side, "I have an exceptionally bad feeling about this one. Stay close to Angus. There are some strange dark energies here, and I can't pinpoint them yet. They're being targetted at someone to get them off their game. My gut says she's targetting Angus. Stay close and stay alert. I'll try to find out where they're coming from, but don't let Angus make a misstep."
Angus went after James with a ferocity that even Marcus hadn't seen much of before, but that didn't mean that Marcus didn't understand it. Angus was sick and tired of Suzanne and her vendetta against him. He was sick of her blaming him for her lack of any interest in anyone but herself and then blaming him when her life went off the rails. He was tired of being frightened for the lives of those he loved the most, and he was tired of seeing kids at risk over and over because of her. He continuously risked his life for children, and she had the gonads to come after him, time after time, to try to off him for it. He was ready to see it all stop, and Marcus definitely understood that. One of Lucien's men was watching Angus go after James like a man possessed, with almost blindingly fast slashing spells.
"Who does that little dude think he is going after that overgrown furball? He's gonna get eaten." Lucien's man asked
"That little dude is the grandson of the slayer, and he's not so little. He's damned near 6'6", I'm guessing. You're just seeing him next to that big brick dunny he's firing at." someone else replied. A female werewolf was right at Angus's 9 o'clock position, leveling her wand at him, preparing to strike, and Lucien's man hit her with an expelliarmus.
"Watch yourself, Zorro," one of Lucien's men called to Angus, not knowing Angus's name. "You've got more on all sides." Marcus fired at one on their right. That took out the werewolf on their three o'clock.
"Not anymore," Marcus said, hoping to help keep Angus covered, and he pivotted 180 degrees to take out Tom's fighter at the 9 o' clock position.
"James!" Edward used a sonorus spell as he walked calmly across the yard, his battleaxe at the ready. The deadly battleaxe with the glistening enchanted silver blade that had killed so many werewolves tended to frighten most werewolves that knew of its history and of Edward's prowess with it. The other werewolves automatically all moved back a couple steps just by virtue of seeing the famed slayer here, ready for business. "Touch him, and it will be your last," Edward said calmly. "He's mine, and you can't have him, not tonight, not any night."
"He's the payment," James fairly hissed the venomous words to Edward. "A deal is a deal, so I'm afraid he's not yours anymore. The claim has been made. He's mine. I own him now." Angus understood in that moment. If James managed to kill him tonight, that would satisfy Suzanne's crazy need to off him for taking Sam and Victor and now Diamond too. And that would, somehow, get Tom to deliver Khaat to him. The only issue with that was that Angus didn't intend to die tonight, first of all, and Tom didn't have Khaat to deliver her to James. So the plan wasn't worth a shit, but to a crazy nutball like James, when did logic ever matter? James, for the first time ever, had made the same ownership claim for someone else. He believed now that Angus was his too, the same way he believed he owned Khaat, but for entirely different reasons. Khaat was supposedly his mate that he was deprived of. He, on the other hand, was chattel, to be claimed and used as currency for the dowry for his bride. What a nutter.
"Good plan," Angus said. "But Tom doesn't have Khaat, and, after all these years, you can't get her either. Not sure why you're letting him scam you like that, but maybe you're just that stupid. He's made you promise after promise and hasn't delivered on a one. I think Tom should deliver Khaat first and then, you give him what he wants. I mean, it isn't like you don't know where I live. Make him kidnap Khaat first, and then, you come and get me after he delivers her to you."
"You don't know," James narrowed his eyes and hissed at Angus. "Here's how it's going to go. I'm going to turn your bloody corpse over to Lady Gelding, and she's going to return my female to me where she belongs. And then, I'm going to take your female and your cubs one by one and feed them to my pack. And the mighty slayer, I'm going to make that a public execution so that I will go down in the history books forever as the werewolf who slayed the mighty slayer." In that second, all Angus could see was his family in James's hands, and no one to defend them. The visual cut in his soul deeper than any blade could ever go. It made perfect sense now, how James and Lily had both sacrificed themselves in the flash of a mere moment, to protect Harry. It made immense sense. And in his distraction, Angus had entirely missed Edward's laughter. James' half baked, lame threat was ridiculous to Edward.
"Lady Gelding," Angus laughed, amused. "James, that moldy old bat is no lady. She's completely barking, she is, but if you want bargaining power, I'd take that barking old bat, and use her as ransom to get your own bride." James flashed a glance at Tom and Suzanne. Angus had a point, and Angus knew James was starting to consider Angus' words. Angus, for his point, merely wanted to draw James's focus onto himself and away from Edward and the people here that he loved, but he hadn't figured out how he would keep James from hurting anyone else. He was just winging this and hadn't gotten that far in his head any sort of plan of his own.
"Keep your head with the team, Mate," Marcus coached Angus softly, not wanting Angus to try to make himself bait for James. He wanted Angus to remember he was part of a team. "Stay with the team." Angus felt a bit of courage replace the horrific vision that James had put in his head. Angus knew his place--to stand in the gap between James and them, no matter the cost.
Marcus could see some of the younger grounds crew members frowning at Angus, not sure why he seemed to be siding with James tonight. To them, he sounded like he had lost his mind. Marcus understood that Angus was, at least partly, buying a little time for the others to get into place to make a better assault against all the intruders.