Blood on the Scales

[James Foley]

While James was not deluded enough to think himself able to count among the ‘good’ guys of the world, he did consider himself loyal with some moderate level of honor, and he certainly had a code. His crimes, as awful as some of them might be, were all done in the course of doing business. He made honest effort not to harm bystanders, he didn’t abuse children, and he didn’t stalk or do worse to women.

The same could not be said of the man ‘resting’ in his trunk, who had been spotting lurking around town again just three days ago after the MC had run him out two years prior. He had been a tattoo enthusiast and been giving trouble to James’ wife Ava Carver-Foley, as well as one of her cousins Carolyn Fitzpatrick , ultimately being caught stalking Ava. They had warned him never to come back, and now he was going to learn the hard way.

Not until Ava arrived though, no the man was not for him but a gift for her, even if James was certain that she would end up sharing the kill. He had already dug the hole that awaited Cole, and a smile formed on his face as he heard the sound of his wife's motorcycle in the distance. He wished he had his as well, but that would have raised too many flags when he attempted to bring the stalker here after knocking the shit out of him.

He gets out of the car then and shuts the door behind him before heading around to the back and sitting against the trunk as he pulls out a cigarette and waits on the arrival of the tiny but dangerous woman, smirking a little as he hears the well tied prisoner begin to stir within the confines of the sealed compartment at his back.

This oughta be a fun night.

[Ava Foley]

The call she had received from James was short and to the point, as they usually were. He was a man of few words at times, but sometimes they were the best words.

"I'll be right there." I said into the receiver. That asshole was back.

About two years ago this guy came into my shop, he wasn't one of us, not on any level. Human, it would seem. He browsed a bit, asked a few questions. Money was money and I wasn't about to turn it away now. I answered his lame questions, gave him a few high prices. He stayed there for a good 20 minutes, wasting my time with his nonsense. "You gonna mount the chair or what?" I asked eventually. No... the coward wasn't ready for that kind of commitment yet. Off he went, but he didn't go too far.

He'd hung around our community for a few days, going back to the shop a few times. Asking for some weird shit. I let James know, something just seemed off about this dude. Sure, he was making friendly with everyone, but he rubbed me the wrong way.

The guys eventually drove him out of town. And he was back. Lurking around shit he ought not to. My loving husband did me a solid with the phone call.

The tires of my bike crunched and kicked up a little gravel and a lot more dirt as I came to a stop a bit too quick. I kicked the stand down and hopped off. James stood at the back of his car, smoking.

"Hey lover." I said, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around his midsection. I tilted my head up towards him for a kiss.

"Caught a creeper did cha?" A slight accent came out in my voice on certain words. I slipped out of his arms and banged a closed fist on the lid of the truck a wee bit too hard, causing a dent to form. "What part of Never see your face 'round here again escaped your tiny mind?"

[James Foley]

It was not more than a few minutes later that the smirk on James’ face widened as he heard the familiar sound of Ava’s motorcycle approaching, and before long his wife was pulling to a stop a bit in front of him. As he watched her get off the bike and make her way over, he took the cigarette from his mouth and held it off to the side between two fingers as she reached him and wrapped him in a hug. Looking down to meet her gaze as Ava’s head tilted up slightly, James leaned down to capture her lips in a brief but loving kiss.

After they’d broken apart a couple moments later, James returned the cigarette to his lips before giving a quick nod in reply to her question, the smirk returning to his face as he does so.

“Yeah, Hunter and yah cousin Adam caught him outside one of the human bars in town a couple hours ago. Gave him a bit of a working over before delivering him to me.” He replies with a bit of humor to his tone, not mentioning that he’d done a bit as well to make sure Cole was asleep for the ride to the outskirts.

Reaching into the left pocket of his pants, James pulled out his keys and offered them out to Ava before stepping back to allow her access to the trunk so she’d be able to open it without obstruction to find her present.

“The obsessed ones just can’t help themselves, I figure.” He replies to her last question with a shrug, knowing at least soon this one would cease to be a problem for them, or anyone else ever again. “Hopefully he ain’t too damaged from the beating the boys gave him before, thought you should have your turn before we put his ass in the ground.”

[Ava Foley]

I watched James smoke his cigarette, and then he explained how it all had gone down. See, after I had my bad feelings, I had gone and done some research on the Boyo. Turns out he was wanted for rapin' women in several states. And then, he just happened upon our home. Too bad he didn't realize what he was getting himself into.

James reached into his pocket and handed my his keys. I smiled as I turned the keys over in my hands. I looked at my husband with a lustful gaze, pale green eyes turning dark with excitement. "It's not even my birthday." I said smiling through the elation I was feeling.

As James professed his hopes that Cole wasn't too beat up I laughed. "Won't matter much when we're done with him love."

I put the key into the lock, and turned it. Lifting the lid open, I saw the muddled mess of a face I could barely recognize. I cocked an eyebrow and looked at my fella.

"you sure Hunter and Adam did all this?" I was skeptical. The damages had a certain "James" finesse about them.

I reached into the trunk and grabbed Cole by his shirt collar. I lifted and pulled at the same time, essentially dumping him onto the ground at my feet.

"What do you think, honey..." I tilted my head to one side looking at the pitiful excuse for a man that lie at my leather boots. "Rabbit race?" I asked. "Just the two of us?" OF course James would know what a rabbit race was. Normally it involved several of our kind, waiting at a starting line, while a rabbit ran down a maze of forest. Whoever caught it first won. The prize? The winner got to eat the rabbit.

Of course I wouldn't actually eat this pile of shit. But I would rip his throat out with my bare hands if I won.

In a gracefully swift motion, I reached down and plucked my blade from my boot. Running the blade upwards between his wrists I slit the duct tape that bound them with ease. I did the same for his legs.

"It's time to run. Rabbit."

[James Foley]

“Well, they did ‘bout ninety percent of it. Might have taken a couple shots of my own to keep him quiet for the ride out here, little bitch was crying and may or may not have about pissed himself by the time I’d even got there.” James admitted with a nonchalant shrug as he watched Ava bodily drag the soon-to-be corpse from the trunk and none to gently drop him onto the hard dirt of the ground at her feet.

For the moment, the duct tape used to bind Cole’s wrists and legs made sure he’d be unable to run away, let alone get up on his own without great struggle. Casting the poor excuse of a ‘human’ the briefest of glances, one full of scorn and lacking in any pity for what James knew to be coming, his gaze quickly shifted back to his wife as she pondered aloud for his thoughts on what they should do.

“Sounds like a fine plan to me.” He would then reply to her suggestion of a rabbit race, even though James planned to let her win even before Ava had asked, knowing at least it’d be a good run and work out after a busy week had kept him from getting much exorcise past lifting heavy shit at the garage.

His eyes followed his wife’s swift movements as she pulled out her knife and quickly cut loose the bindings on the doomed man, before she was urging the pervert to make a run for it, and then his gaze followed Cole as he struggled up to his feet and ran off towards the woods to the northwest of where they’d parked. A foolish move on his part really, cause if the pair of werewolf bikers had intended for him to actually have a shot of escape, he’d just ruined any chance of it as the closest road was in the opposite direction and it would be a good few miles before he’d even be able to find the other end of the woods as it opened up to a vast farmland. But not matter, he never was gonna make it anyways.

James tore his gaze away and turned to shut the trunk before moving to the backseat of his car and opening the door there, before pulling a couple of small handguns from a secret compartment underneath the seat. Pulling out and closing the door, he would then turn back to Ava and toss her one with a grin.

“Let’s get hunting then.” He said, giving a nod of his head and indicating for her to lead.

[Ava Foley]

James naturally admitted he had a minor part in the state of Cole's face. I smirked. Piss wouldn't stop the two of us from destroying the pervert. When James agreed to the Rabbit Run I smiled wide. I could already feel the excitement pulsing through my veins.

Cole struggled to his feet and dashed off towards the woods. "Idiot." I said shaking my head. That was our hunting ground. We knew every tree, every path. He didn't have a snowballs chance in hell now.

James reached into the backseat and tossed me a party favor. I turned the firearm over in my hand, inspecting it. I pulled the slide back to chamber a round and then set the safety. "I'd rather do it by hand, but just in case" I gave my husband a wink.

I slowly walked over to the edge of the woods and stood there breathing in the fresh air. I waited for James to stand at my side. I would kiss him first, then take my mark. I was ready to chase this piece of shit down and end him.

[James Foley]

James gave a brief but understanding nod to his wife’s response, having about expected as much since it was commonplace among their pack to get their own hands dirty rather than to rely on the death tools of humans. He was happy enough that at least she’d not rejected it outright and decided to hold onto the gun as a last resort measure, especially since there was no way in hell they were going to allow Cole to escape.

“Whatever works my tiny viper, make it hurt.” He replied with a smirk before following after the small but dangerous woman to the edge of the woods, stopping by her side for a moment before finding himself pulled down into a kiss which was eagerly reciprocated on James’ part, the love between them still burning as bright as it ever had since they’d first become mated, even before their public marriage.

Then as they pulled apart a couple moments later, he once more allowed Ava to take up the lead, still intending fully for the kill to be hers and then follows with his eyes open and alert for any lurking dangers besides Cole that they hadn’t accounted for. There were after all many demons and wild animals that called the forest home, and while most of them would give the pair a wide berth, James never took anything for granted, especially not his beloved wife.

[Ava Foley]

The life of my life always did that. Cole had wronged me, and thus is was natural for James to allow me to lead the attack. It was pack mentality at it's finest. Revenge was fine and dandy, but we always gave the wronged one the change to deliver it first hand. It was something I appreciated about the pack, and my husband, the most.

I left a growl ripple from the base of my throat. It was feral and menacing, so much so that my lip curled over my canines. The soft full-red tinted lips that had been so passionate but a moment ago, pulled back to show sharp teeth. I let one knee lower slowly, until it touched the ground. My other keen drew into my chest and I set my hands down on the ground on either side of my stance. I looked like a runner about to begin a race. I closed my eyes and smelled the air.Turning my head a little each way until I caught his stink. My eyes flashed the most piercing blue when I caught it. "Gotcha..." I whispered.

I shoved off the ground with all of my might, feet barely touching the leaves and twigs that were under them. Dead leaves danced up behind me in the wind that my momentum created. My hair flew back behind me, rippling curls bobbed and weaved and I did. I leaped over a fallen tree stump, and turned a sharp right. My heart was pounding in my ears as my adrenaline flushed through my system. I ran with the grace of a gazelle. I barely noticed James, if he was behind me or beside me, but I was certain he was around me somewhere. I came upon a small ledge with a canyon, and I launched myself off it's mouth. I rolled when I hit the ground on the other side, barely giving pause as I was up on my feet again, quickening my pace.

I could hear him now. His panting straining breaths. I could smell his fear. I was actually quiet impressed with how far he'd gotten, but that wouldn't save him today.

I saw him now. I gave him a wide berth and ran beside him for a moment, before passing his slow form. I slid to a stop in front of him. He scream a wheezy sound as he attempted to stop. I stood before him, my leg extended, knee bent, hands in the earth. Twigs and leaves were stuck in my hair from my roll.

"Hello again." I said. Cole turned and bolted the other way. I rose to my feet slowly. "There's no where left for you to go, nothing left for you to do..." I called after him. "Except die."