I can't control it. [Guil]

[Blake O'Sullivan]

Sleep now a days was hard to come by. The things that happened before - they brought on nightmares. When her best friend tried to kill her. When she lost her baby. So much. So, so much. Blake tossed and turned in her rest. Softly whimpering. She was reclused for so long from her friends. The occasional call to Guillotine to ensure him she was ok. She just needed 'her' time. And now, she wished she didn't cut the hound out. Nights like this, he rested beside her and made it easier to fall asleep. He was the reason for some of this Hell. But she never blamed him. Never. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she whipped about in bed.

"G-Guil... Guillotine..." she groaned out in her sleep. The dreaming was getting so heavy. So... Frightening. As her mind managed to act out more than need be. Emphasizing everything to make it worse than it was as fear tended to do. She gripped her sheets and shook her head in her sleep. She wanted it all to stop. Why couldn't she wake up? Why couldn't it all just stop? The nightmares. The flashbacks? She tried everything and nothing works.

The images that she saw now.. Guillotine was in her mind as the beast. As the creature. He toyed with her like a rag doll. Like an orca with a sea lion. Despite knowing he cared to some degree about her, a latent part of her mind said he was a monster. A killer. As the dream intensified, her heart began to race even more. Finally she snapped awake. Screaming as she had when every event happened to her. Just as terrified.

"GUIL!" she shrieked. But screamed for him. Though she was terrifued, she wanted... Him... The blood curdling screaming continued, eyes wide with fright.

[Guillotine]

It was a nice night to be outside. The weather was warm and humid. This was perfect conditions for a hellhound. It had been so long since Guillotine had gotten out of Jesse’s home. Tonight the human decided to let Gil go out on his own for a while. This was a very big deal. It wasn’t everyday that Jesse let Gil go outside, much less on his own. It appeared that the bond the two now shared was starting to grow. So much so that the agent had trusted Gil enough to go exploring. It wasn't like Guillotine was completely out of reach though. He did still have that tracking chip implanted into the back of his neck. At any time Jesse could see where he was, and had been. Knowing this still didn’t stop the hellhound from visiting his old stomping grounds.

"Ah, It feels good to be back."

The tall male approached his old apartment complex. This would be one of the many stops he planned on taking during this moon lit trip. A large toothy grin had appeared onto his pale face. Man, this place held so many memories. He could remember the first day he came to stay here. Chuckling, Gil recalled all of the strange adventures he’d had with his roommates. Not only did his roommates live here but a few of his old friends as well.

A sense of nostalgia hit the hound like a ton of bricks as he entered the complex. With his hands in his pants pockets and a grin on his face Gil wandered the halls. He soon stopped in mid step. He had approached one of the many doors he come to recognise. Ah, yes, he’d how could he forget this place. This was where his old witch friend Blake lived. The two had gone on so many adventures together. Just thinking about it brought a smile to Gil’s face. Not all of their encounters had been positive. Nevertheless, Gil just loved the memories in general.

Turning his head he glanced into the parking lot. It appeared that her car was there. She had to be home. Oh, how the hound wished he could just bust the door down and see his old friend. That would be a dumb idea however. Not only would he mess up her home but wake her from her slumber as well. An angry witch wasn’t something to be fucked with. Besides, The last time they were together Blake did say something about wanting to have some time to herself. Oh, well. He’d have to come back another day, if Jesse allowed it.

With a sincere smile Guillotine leaned his forehead against the door. God, he missed Blake. As memories of the woman streamed into his head a sudden noise snapped him out of his day dream. A confused look quickly took over Guillotine’s smile. He straightened his posture and galred at the door. A loud blood curdling scream crept over the threshold. The hair on the back of Gil’s neck began to bristle like the hackles of an angry dog. The noise itself had nearly triggered the hellhound into transforming then and there. Luckily, he’d taken his medication today or else he would have. What was going on in there? The hellhound began to grow worried. “B-Blake!?” Gil barked, as he pushed his head against the door. Had she just called out his name? Blake must have been in trouble! The worst of the worst immediately came to mind. By the way that she was screaming it was almost as if someone were killing her. Gil tried to open the door, but alas, it was locked. Well, there was only one other option.

Using all of his force the young male attempted to knock the door open. After several tries the young hound found out his human form was no match for the wooden obelisk. Painting, the frantic male tried yet again. To his misfortune the damn door didn’t budge. Narrowing his eyes the male snorted. There was really only one other option. “F-Fuck it!” He barked as his body began to heat up. At the time he didn’t seem to care who might have been watching him transform. He had to get to Blake right now! A blazing inferno wrapped itself around the male like a blanket. Within a matter of seconds a large scaly beast leapt from the flames and slammed it’s large frame against the door. The first tackle made the door creek. Gil went at it again as the flames behind him disappeared. Luckily this time the door gave way under his massive weight. The large hellish beasts crashed through the door. Sending splinters and large pieces of wood scattering through Blake’s living room.

With a low growl the large beast scrambled to his feet and made a beeline for Blake’s room. The beast nearly stumbled into the female’s dark room. Blake’s screams echoed into his sensitive ears. Looking around he realized the woman was here, alone. There wasn’t any other scent in the room besides hers. Well, that was strange. Pricking his ears forward the large best looked over at his old friend. His beady blood red eyes appeared to glow in the dark room. He took a single step towards his dear friend. Then, in a raspy demonic voice he said, “Blake, a-are you ok?”

[Blake O'Sullivan]

It began to slowly set in, she was only dreaming. By the time Guillotine barged into her home, she was just calming down. But the loud bang brought fear back. By the time she jumped out of bed; Guillotine was in her room. She couldn't recognize him, now. She merely screamed and sent a wave of energy at him. By the time the scene had settled itself, she was hunched over in a corner. Terrified and holding her head. Trembling violently. "Wha-what did I do?! What did I do?!" she was repeating, softly over and over again. His witch had changed. She was scared. Not of him, but of several things that eventually just didn't give her rest.

She breathed heavily. In a ball and holding her head. Trying to not sob as she clenched her eyes tightly shut. Tears slid down her cheeks as she tried to hold herself together. What was odd... Was she never screamed for El. She would have called for her boyfriend, but Guillotine was the first person who came to her mind. It only made sense. Guillotine had been there for the worst and for the good. He lingered in her mind a lot. Probably, she should have kept him from crossing her mind so much. But he lingered there as he was special. Not just as someone whom she latently cared for, but as stated before - above all else, the hound was her best friend. She trusted him, even when she shouldn't have.

Soft whimpers escaped her lips as she tried to not sob. Trying to calm herself down, but still severly shaken up.

[Guillotine]

Oh, what an interesting night this was turning out to be? All Gil wanted was to take a little stroll through his old territory. He was set on having a fun filled night by himself. Never did he actually think he would be here, standing face to face with his old friend. It also appeared that Blake had been startled by him. Guillotine didn’t mean to frighten the young woman. His pointed ears pulled back against his skull. He then released a confused whimper. What happened to Blake? He'd heard her scream bloody murder outside. Gil could have sworn someone had been attacking her. Now that he was inside he couldn’t have been more wrong. Just what was going on with her anyway? Blake looked so afraid.

With his ears pulled back, Guillotine lowered his head so as not to seem so menacing. He then slowly made his way over to Blake. As he did so the woman screamed, sending out an energy wave in his direction. The force was enough to sweep the hellhound off his paws and knock him into the wall. A loud yipe escaped his jaws as he hit the ground with a loud thud. His large body began to tremble. “B-Blake?” Guillotine managed to choke out. Whimpering, the hound pulled himself up onto his paws. It wasn’t until when he put weight onto his right foot that he found that his knee had been bruised. It hurt to put pressure on it. Great, now his knee was beginning to act up on top of all this? Well, being sint flying into the wall didn’t exactly help his bum knee anyway. In a situation like this Guillotine figured he would just have to grin and bear it. If it hadn’t been for the medication he had taken this morning that initial attack would have triggered his more hellish side. No doubt there would have been a bloodbath if it hadn’t been for that tiny white pill.

Obviously, this form of his wasn’t exactly helping the situation. Blake was already scared, just the sight of Gil seemed to make it worse. With a sigh, Guillotine’s body heat up once more. The tower of flames that consumed the hound burned the ceiling above him, as well as the carpet below his paws. Once the fire dispersed Gil’s human form stood in the hellhound's place.

Guillotine wanted to apologise right then and there, but seeing Blake’s state made him think otherwise. This witch didn’t need an apology, she needed help. Swallowing hard Gil slowly limped over to her. Each step caused him to wince. He really didn’t want to take another energy blast from her. His knee wouldn’t be able to handle another attack like that. As he began to approach the woman he said, “I-It is ok Blake. Just c-calm down, I’m not here to hurt you.” He tried to reassure the woman but in all honesty he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Guillotine was never really one to support another being. Though, in this instance, he was at least trying to help. Cautiously, Guillotine sat down beside Blake. He was a bit reluctant to touch the woman. He was fearful she might turn on him. After thinking it over the hound slowly placed a hand on Blake’s shoulder. Man, Blake was so upset. Gil couldn't help but to wonder why.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

In the midst of her trembling, she reminded herself it was over. The events that haunted her. They were all over. What Guillotine didn't know - Blake needed time to heal. Time away from everything. El kept her company when she needed him, but now she wanted to do things for herself without relying on someone. A chance to do this all on her own. It might not have been the best idea.

Then... Something touched her...

She whipped her attention to him. The man she asked for, was there. She quickly grasped his shoulder, obviously startled by his gentle touch. Her face still tortured, but now more confused. If this was real. In the midst if her huffing and puffing, she found her free hand against his cheek. He was real. Tears formed in her eyes as she quickly pulled him into a tight hug. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the hand that gripped his shoulder was meshed in his black hair. The other arm around his neck. Repeating his name softly over and over again. She believed he want really here; true proof that she missed him, severly. She wished she never told him to stay away from her.

"I'm sorry! Please... Forgive me... Please..."

[Guillotine]

Guillotine’s body began to grow tense the moment Blake turned around to face him. The hair on the back of his neck began to bristle like the hackles of an angry canine. Only, Gil wasn’t angry. It was anxiety more than anything. He didn’t know what Blake would do next. Guillotine couldn't take a close range energy wave from her. The woman was acting so strange. Just what had happened to her since their last meeting? As Guillotine thought this over he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up just in time for Blake to place a hand on his cheek. Just the way she looked him in the eye caused the tired hound to blush. What was she doing? Guillotine tried to look away, feeling his face growing flushed. He didn’t ever want anyone to see him like that. The hound would have gotten up then and there if it hadn’t been for Blake’s tears.

The woman was starting to cry. And, sitting there like the idiot that he was, Gil didn’t know what to do about it. The beast cursed to himself. Just what had gotten into her? It was rare for the woman to cry around him, and yet here she was balling away. Gil wasn’t too sure how to handle the situation. It wasn’t until Blake pulled Gil in for a hug that he realized what was wrong. She had begun to tell him that she was sorry. Was she sorry for the energy blast? No, it was something deeper than that. The hellhound closed his eyes as he felt her fingers run thought his hair. It had been so long since he'd been petted it actually felt good. This tiny bit of happiness didn't last long. Guillotine opened his eyes as he felt Blake crying against him.

Hesitating, Gil lifted his arms and wrapped them around Blake’s petite frame. He pulled her close. Feeling her warm body against his, the hound nuzzled the side of her face tenderly. It had been so long since he’d last been in the presence of his dear friend. Gil’s mind continued to wonder what happened to her. Perhaps it had to do with that damn angel. Didn’t Blake mention they were dating? Guillotine’s eyes narrowed. Just what did damn El do you her? Being a hellhound, Gil couldn’t help but to pin the blame on Blake’s angel boyfriend. The hound never trusted him from the start. Not since the day Blake lost her baby. When Blake began to repeat his name a low rumbling growl streamed from his lips. In any other situation Gil woldn't have minded it. But now it was all a bit too much for him. Guillotine pulled Blake in closer to him. “S-Stop. Please. I forgive you, just please stop!” This was all so strange. "What happened to you, Blake?" Gil wondered aloud. The cheerful witch wasn’t acting like herself. Maybe it had been a mistake to come by. Though, by the way Blake was acting, it was possibly a good thing that he had. 

[Blake O'Sullivan]

She was beginning to calm herself. Not enough, but enough yo realize he was getting frustrated. But then she did something strange. She began to absorb some of his energy. She needed to calm down for his sake and for hers. The events that happened long ago - they were long ago. He was here for her. Mostly because she scared him. But he was here for her. She didn't take all of his energy. Only enough for her to calm down and continue to calm down on her own. Guil would experience just getting tired, eventually. Soon, she relaxed against him. Still holding close to him as she said softly, "You came for me..." she was able to see that he heard her scream... He came in to save her from something. But only found Blake.

After several moments, she pulled away from his shoulder and looked up at him, calm. Cheeks damp with her tears. She stroked his cheek, still in awe that he was here with her. Still, regretting that she told him to stay away for a bit. Thing is, she needed company. At least her therapist told her she did, "I missed you..." she began to relax more and thought whole heartedly about what happened from the time she woke up until now. She remembered screaming. She remembered fear of things that happpened that were no longer relevant. He deserved an explanation. She looked up at him, "I have.. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder... That's why I wanted to be alone... El came by when I needed him... But then I wanted him to stay away... I wanted to do this on my own..." she admitted, now looking away from his eyes, "I know what you're thinking... It's not his fault... It's nobody's fault.. At least... I don't hold you at fault for anything...".

She began to stand. Still trembling. Her hands held out to help him up. Once the hound was up, she sighed a bit and rubbed her forehead. She still couldn't believe he was there with her. She also knew her front door was wide open. She chuckled softly to herself and stepped out into her living room. A light was flicked on and she could be seen easier. The scars on her shoulders and probably her back. The ones on the back of her neck. The petite girl dressed in a black tank and black Capri pajama pants was different. Not just physically, but mentally as well. She examined her door on the floor and was standing directly on top of it. What to do? Magic would have to do. Oh, yes! Her face lit up with a smile as she stepped off the door and cleared her throat. Hands over the door, the way children pretended to be creepy or do magic.

"Bibiddy Bobiddy Boo!" The door quickly lifted and repaired itself. Fitting quickly back into place and completely fixed as new. She looked at her friend and shrugged, "I didn't think it would work..." she then smiled at him and sat on the sofa, "What really brought you here?"

[Guillotine]

This nightly stroll had quickly turned into a tearful visit. Gil didn’t expect to see any of his old friends tonight. Apart of him was a bit happy to see Blake. The other half felt bad for scaring her. Looking down at the sobbing woman Gil quickly came to a conclusion. It appeared that the witch just had a bad dream. There was no one else in the home that could prompt a scream like that. Blake was here alone after all. Confusion could be seen on the hound’s handsome face as Blake continued to cling to him. At any other time Gil would have enjoyed this closeness a bit more. Now, he was a bit cautious about it. Not only because the woman could snap and attack him, but also because he was trying to make up with Akeelah. Being this close to Blake did prompt some dark thoughts. Guillotine didn’t want to go back to his whorish ways. Though, it was getting a bit difficult not to at least think about taking advantage of Blake while her guard was down. Gil shook his head.

No, I’m not that kind of hound anymore.

The two sat there in silence. Blake’s warmth had began to surround Guillotine, covering him like a blanket. By that time Guillotine had began to feel a bit strange, light headed even. It was as if he were getting tired. That didn’t seem right. He’d already taken several little cat-naps today to fend off boredom while staying at Jesse’s place. The hound shouldn't have been feeling this tired. Hell, he was full of energy just moments before hugging Blake. Maybe the walk over was just now effecting him? That was a possibility. Little did he know his sudden fatigue was Blake’s doing. Perhaps it was a good thing he was feeling like this? With his lack of energy the hound’s mind wander away from the dark thoughts.

When Blake spoke Guillotine couldn’t help but to smirk. She was just happy to see him. Knowing this made the hound feel good. “Y-Yeah?” Of course he would come for her. By the way she was screaming earlier it sounded almost as if she were dying! The hellhound sighed when Blake pulled away. When she did so she’d taken her comforting warmth with her. The hellhound longed to feel it again. Looking down, Gil felt a hand on his cheek again. Blake then told the hound that she’d missed him. It was nice to feel wanted. “I missed you too, Blake.”

Blake then mentioned what had been going on. Gil’s gaze found her lovely emerald orbs. He listened intently as she explained. By the sound of it she seemed to have caught something. Though, Guillotine didn’t quite understand that PTSD wasn’t like catching a cold. Blake then mentioned that El did come by, but she soon told him that she wanted to be on her own, like she had done to Gil. So, none of this was the angel’s fault? Gil grumbled. He wanted to much to blame all this on that damned being. But wait, what did she say? Blake had mentioned that she didn’t hold Gil at fault for anything. The hellhounds heart sunk. What did she mean by that? Had he done something to trigger this?

Supposed he’d have to ask her about that later. THe last thing Gil wanted to do was trigger another crying fit. When the blond stood. She shakily offered Gil a hand. He took her hand and slowly got up. The large beast winced as he stood. His damned knee had been causing him so many problems as of late. Regardless of the pain in his knee, the hellhound limped into the living room with Blake. The hound stopped in mid step when he remembered what he had done to the door. His face flushed red with embarrassment. God, why did he have to break her door down. The hound limped over to the couch and scratched the back of his head. Blake had begun to examine the damage. “S-Sorry Blake. I didn’t mean to break your door. You just kinda sounded like you were in trouble…” The hound then sighed. “I-I just did what I had to do, ok?” He teased.

Guillotine watched in amazement as Blake fixed the door. All she had to do was say a few strange words and the door basically fixed itself. Blake herself was even surprised that it worked. The witch was truly amazing. At times like these Gil wished he was a wizard. As the hound thought this over he plopped down onto the couch. The sudden movement caused him to flinch, his leg had protested to the sudden movement.

Looking over at Blake he couldn't help but to notice her smile. Well, that way something. Blake’s smile must have been contagious. Just the sight of it caused Guillotine to loosen up and smile as well. He was just happy to see her spirits being lifted. It didn’t take long for Blake to plop down beside him. She then asked the hound why he’d come by. Guillotine thought for a moment before saying. “Decided to visit my old territory. I just so happen to come by your place. Luckily, I had.” He began his hand reached up to scratched the back of his neck. “I’m not living in this apartment complex anymore. The PIDA made me move in with one of their agents so he could keep an eye on me.” Did Blake know he was working for them now? Gil shook his head. “Enough about me, what is this Post Traumatic Stress Disorder thing that you were talking about? It isn’t contagious is it?”

[Blake O'Sullivan]

Blake listened to him talk before she made a slight face, "PIDA?" she blinked, a sound in her voice that was clearly disbelief. Guillotine had his qualms with them, as did most like him. Not exactly satanic, but anything. She had her issues until she met Jesse. That was a face she had not seen for a while. She hoped he was ok. But anywho. She shook her friend from her mind before she cracked another smile, "What drew them to you? Are you ok with where you are staying?" The mocking had fled her voice. If anything, she was more concerned with Guillotine and his well-being. She rested her head against her hand after resting the hand's arm against the couch. Her green eyes meeting his and blinked a bit. He had asked about PTSD and was curious if it was contagious. Her head raised as she laughed a bit.

"No. You can't catch it. It's a mental disorder that I needed to seek help for." she then sighed a bit and tried to think of how to word all of this. She didn't want to seem like most of it was his fault. It wasn't. Her time with Khaine brough on a part of this. As well as her first ever demon attack that she wasn't even awake for. Wait. Guillotine never knew of that attack. For what happened between them happened after. Plus there was losing the baby and the way she felt for that experience.

"All the bad stuff. From Khaine... To you... The baby... A demon attack before I met you... All of that... It added up and I became traumatized because of it. I take some medications when my own stuff doesn't work. It was just an add up of stuff... I eventually just... It started as paranoia before the nightmares came. Not just sleeping..." she licked her lips and looked away, "See... I could be awake... And something... Anything... Could trigger... Shade's terrifying face... Or... The baby.... Anything... Then I wig out... And freak out... Like what you saw tonight..."

[Guillotine]

It was nice to be back in the old apartment complex. Never in his life would Gil ever think he’d miss this place. So many memories laid within this apartment's walls. The homes around here weren’t so bad. It wasn't nothing like Akhtar’s mansion though. Guillotine knew he could living the rest of his life in luxury if he ever decided to move in with the wizard. He’d have all the fresh steak he could eat and run around in his hellhound form throughout Akhtar’s expansive property without being bothered by a single soul. Ah yes, living there would be the life. Thinking this over, Guillotine looked around Blake’s living room. Not really much had changed since he’d last been here. The hellhound wondered what the female had been up too all this time.

The hellhound chuckled. Seeing the confusion on Blake’s face nearly got him laughing. She appeared to be confused as to why he mentioned the PIDA. Well, Gil was apart of the organization now. It wasn’t like he had a choice. After all, the hellhound had brought the whole thing on himself. Whether he wanted to admit it or not he used to be out of control. A true demon. The hellhound would kill and maim every other person he came across. Gil knew for a fact that he had a sick mind. Most of the time he felt as if killing and taking advantage of those weaker than him was natural. To him it felt natural. The PIDA quickly put an end to his hellish reign. They’d nearly put to hellhound down after keeping him in solitary confinement for nearly a month. Just that alone was punishment enough. Being locked up had caused the hellhound to nearly lose whatever sanity he had left. He could remember pacing his cell day after day. Luckily, he had gotten out when he did. Guillotine couldn’t imagine being locked away in that tiny cell for the rest of his life. He was a social creature. The beast yearned for both good and bad interaction. Getting locked up wasn’t going to fly.

To the PIDA’s credit they had handled Gil rather well. They locked him up for a while until he got interviewed. Once he confessed to shifting in public and murdering humans he was placed back into holding until the PIDA decided his fate. Gil had been let off with a slap on the wrist this time around. He was lucky the agency didn’t put him down right then and there. They contemplated on ending the hellhound’s life. However, in the end they decided to utilize him. This of course would come at a price. What Gil had to give up was his freedom in order to stay alive. To further restrict Guillotine the PIDA put a tracking device in the back of his neck. It was in a place where he couldn’t claws it out without causing any major damage to his own spine. Gil would serve a purpose within the organization. He was to be their bitch until they said otherwise.

Blake had asked the hound what had drew the PIDA too him. Oh, there was more than one thing the PIDA could take him in for. ”Are you really that surprised?” Guillotine asked, cocking his head playfully to the side. Gil had been a killer. Well, suppose he shouldn't be too hard on her. She didn’t know the whole story. Guillotine’s pale hand rose to scratch the light stubble that had taken over his chin. He grinned and said, “I-It’s a long story.” With that the hound leaned his back against the couch in an attempt to get comfortable. This was easy to do, seeing as Blake had a rather comfortable sofa. It was a hell of a lot more comfortable than his bed Aka Jesse’s couch. The male sighed before resting his arms on the back of the couch. “I won’t bore you with the details.” Gil winced a bit as he stretched his legs out in front of him. Why did his goddamn knee have to keep doing this shit to him? Once the male got comfortable he began to speak again. “Well, I’m living with another PIDA agent named Jesse. His house isn’t too bad, but I’d rather be living in a hole in the middle of the woods somewhere. I swear that guy can really get on my nerves.” The hound stopped himself before he went off on a rant. He managed to calm down before continuing.“ I guess I do owe him one. After all he did let me go out for a while.”

Soon the topic switched. Apart of Gil was thankful for this. He didn’t like talking about getting caught by the PIDA. When Blake came out and explained everything the hellhound gave her a nod. “That’s good to know it’s not contagious.” He said, his voice sounding a bit harsh. Though, Gil didn’t mean it in a mean way. The beast then looked Blake in the eye as she began to talk about all that has happened. "S-Sorry I couldn't be around to help sooner..." Gil couldn’t help but to sympathize with her. Both of them had been through hell and back, especially Blake. The male didn’t want to have Blake go through one of her PTSD things ever again. Ignoring the pain in his knee the hellhound scooted a bit closer to Blake. Didn't she say her psychiatrist told her that it was best that she wasn't alone? Gil decided he would try to make regular visits to Blake's home from then on out. Jesse would understand, right? “Hopefully I can be around a bit more to insure that doesn’t happen to you. I guess I will have to give you Jesse’s number before I leave. If you ever need anything you can always give us a call.” The hellhound cooed as he leaned over and playfully butted his forehead against Blake’s. "You are my friend, Blake. I will always be here for you. Alright?"

[Blake O'Sullivan]

She stopped suddenly and smiled widely at the male beside her, "Jesse? You mean... Jesse... Glasses? Looks like a teddy bear? And mimics?" she grinned wide and had the feeling it was whom she was thinking about. She saved that man from a demon who wanted nothing more than to feast if of Jesse. With a little help, the demon was destroyed and the two had lunch together and parted ways. She remembered him well, not like how she remembered the hound, but that one time meeting him left an impression.

"How is he? I hope he's doing ok."

Small world that he would be staying with him now. At least if Jesse remembered her, he would have no objection to Gil coming around or to her going to them, maybe. The female's excitement diminished as she felt his sadness for her. In fact, she looked away from him. Guillotine was her best friend, but also someone whom she confessed she loved at some point. The mixed emotions were hard, but she tried to push her romantic feelings away. Now was no the time. She knew Guil never wanted her to suffer. At least, not after they became friends. So it truly meant a lot for him to be here and for him to have not only thought about his friends and old roommates, but her as well. When their foreheads touched for a moment, she closed her eyes and smiled. Yes.. Hell and back they had been through together. Guil seen an evil Blake. A happy Blake. A terrified Blake. And one whom suffered. Even saw Blake in love a couple times. She knew the animal within. But Guil's friendship was more important than the dangers of the creature.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him, "Thank you, Guil... For everything... More importantly... Coming back... I will never shut you out again..."

[Guillotine]

It took Guillotine everything he had to hold in his laugh. Unfortunately, he was very bad at doing so. When Blake called Jesse a teddy bear the hellhound lost it. A loud boisterous chuckle rumbled from the taller man’s chest. Blake’s words had nearly cause the hound to cry because he was laughing so hard. Holding his stomach, the hellhound turned to Blake. “D-Did you just say he looks like a t-teddy bear?!” The beast managed to say between laughs. Man, this was too good to be true. His pale finger wiped a stray tear from his face as he continued to laugh. Oh, he couldn’t wait to drill into Jesse whenever he got back to his house. Teddy bear was about to be Jesse’s new nickname. Suppose Blake did have a point in all this. Jesse did resemble a teddy bear in more than one aspect. Gil could recall accidentally using the male as a pillow whenever he snuck into his bed to sleep one stormy night. Back then he had gotten a bit too chilly and wanted to lay in a warm bed. Needless to say, he didn’t count on using Jesse’s plush arm as a pillow until it was far too late. The morning after he awoke to a scream. His roommate hadn’t been too pleased, not in the least.

His laughter began to calm whenever Blake asked how Jesse was doing. Wiping yet another tear from his eyes Gil said, “Mr. Teddy bear is doing fine. We just got back from a mission not too long ago. He’s gotten a lot better with his powers. Jesse was able to turn into me. Can you believe that!?” Guillotine figured they were talking about the same guy when she brought up his mimic abilities. He seemed a bit excited that Blake knew who Jesse was. It was also nice that she was asking how she was doing. Was she interested in being his friend? “Say, you should come over and see him one day. I can give you his number if you want. The poor bastard hasn't had a girl over since I’ve come to live with him. Lets just say the both of us could use a little female company every once in the while.” The hound then let out a displeased snort. “ I swear, It’s like a sausage fest in his house sometimes...” Guillotine was happy Jesse had run into Blake. It would be nice to be able to hang out with both of his friends. “Now I’m curious, when did you meet Jesse?” He asked, “Did he wow you with his teddy bear like charm?”

A tender smile had appeared onto Guillotine’s face when Blake spoke up again. He pulled his head away from hers and looked down at her with those forest green eyes of his. “I think I’d do just about anything for you, Blake.” The male cooed as he leaned back against the couch. Guillotine's feelings for the woman wasn't nearly as complicated. Now that he was trying to get Akeelah to forgive him he wasn't planning on messing around with other women. Guillotine did have some feelings for Blake. Though, he wouldn't let those feelings make him see her as anything more than a very close friend. It would be wise not to give her any other ideas.

“That’s good to hear. I don't plan on staying away from you. I-I really missed you, Blake.”