Just the guy (Jesse)

[Blake O'Sullivan]

Her voice sang out into the microphone as her eyes scanned the lyrics when she felt she got stuck somewhere. A smile graced her lips, gently banging her head and giving a hop here and there.

"Go get your shovel! And we'll dig a deep hole! To bury the castle, bury the castle! Go get your shovel! We'll dig a deep hole! To bury the castle, bury the castle!" with that she took a stance and sang into the mic one more time.

"Ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da!" a little headbang was given and people sang along side her as she put on a show, not only for her, but for the audience before her. Anything to help her take her mind off of the face that she had really nobody, besides Guillotine.

On nights she was alone, she would pace her home in the places he had been. She could almost feel El's presence and it only brought her to tears as she would realize she was alone. And it hit harder when she would lay down for bed on those nights and have nobody beside her to hold. That is why she was here. Not to meet someone, but to just... Get out of her home and not think of being by herself.

The song ended and she was finished. She grinned and saw a familiar face at the bar. Guillotine had given her Jesse's number, but never did she think she would see him. She had meant to call him and never did. She passed over the microphone and dove off the stage, "Jesse! Jesse!

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[Special Agent Cox]

A karaoke bar was probably one of the worst places Jesse could have ever gone to in the mood he was in. Though the alcohol here was pretty damn good, and the light, cheerful, friendly atmosphere would be enough to lift the man's spirits any other day it was just not doing it for him. That should have been expected, the poor man was having a pretty difficult time in his life that was a lot harder to break out of than all his past experiences. Jesse felt like shit. This wasn't an exaggeration, he felt like shit in all sense of the word. Physically speaking he was still in pain, getting your body scratched up by a werewolf would do that to a person. The wounds had been deep enough that the man needed to get stitches to fix them. Though it didn't hurt nearly as bad as it had the morning after he woke up in the hospital the pain was enough to make doing the simplest things difficult. Just moving slightly caused him to wince. It would have been fine enough to deal with if he didn't mentally feel worse than his body felt.

Jesse took a big swig of his beer, thinking back on the events that led him in the predicament that he was in. That fight had been his fault, there was no way of getting around it. He had no excuse for what he had done. How could he have been so stupid? It had been a terrible idea to practice his mimicking abilities with Gil. It had been fine at first, he knew he needed to practice with his powers, John had been nagging him ever since Gil had nearly mauled his arm off to do it but he didn't have a good practice partner for it till Gil started living with him. It felt great finally getting a chance to improve his skills. At the start things were pretty crappy, he kept failing, but over time he was starting to master it and could turn into a hellhound more often. When he was successful it felt like he was on the top of the world. He tried to hide it the best he could from his roommate and his co-workers but he was getting addicted to the power he held in his hellhound form. Never before did he feel so strong and energetic till he started turning into a hound. It had been great until Gil tried to take him hunting.

Everything went down hill from there. Jesse had been pretty excited about sinking his teeth into something that when the werewolves came in and interrupted their hunt Jesse was more than eager to take a bite out of them...and worse. Just thinking about it made the man cringe. The things that had been going through his head back then had shocked him after. He could remember in great deal exactly what he wanted to do with the male and female werewolf. The thoughts in his head then made him sick to his stomach. Jesse wasn't a saint, but he was a nice guy. What he had been that night was nothing like the real him. The real him would not have threatened murder and rape on anyone. The real him would not have done what he did to Guillotine either. The man's gaze fell to the nasty scar on his right arm. Would Gil's scar look like his own? No, it probably would look much worse. At least Gil didn't nearly rip off his arm like he had done with Gil.

There was nothing he could do to fix his mistakes. He had been stupid for thinking that he could try and control his hellhound instincts. Jesse had learned his lesson, he would never ever mimic Gil or any hellhound ever again. Though he had learned from his mistakes that didn't change what he did. Never copying Gil again would not heal Gil, or save their relationship. Jesse had screwed up beyond repair and he was sure Gil would hate him forever for it. It was so unbearable to go back home nowadays. One look at Guillotine brought back those feelings of guilty. He had to force himself to help take care of the poor guy after the incident. But once Gil could manage on his own Jesse started to avoid him. It was for the best he thought. After what he had done to him Jesse hardly thought that Gil wanted to be anywhere near him. So Jesse tried to stay in his room and drown himself in his work. Now he started to resort to leaving the house. The second Jesse came home from the PIDA he fixed Gil dinner, uploaded some videos and left the house for this place.

Maybe if he got drunk enough he might feel a little less like crap, that was what he had hoped but he had picked a poor place to do that. A karaoke bar was the last place someone as morose as he was should be. He needed a place that matched his mood. Some shady bar that was dingy and dark would do the trick. Alas he wouldn't be going there tonight. Jesse was in no mood to get out of this place in search of some other random bar, so tonight he would stay, ignore the people around him and drink till he blacked out. Jesse took another sip of his beer. If he blacked out now then maybe he wouldn't have to go home and deal with what he had done. Screw it if it was the cowards way out. Jesse could be a coward at times like this. It wasn't hurting anyone this time so damn it all he would run away from his problems like the little bitch he was. Jesse only seemed to be drifting further down the road to depression till something strange happened. As Jesse finished the first glass and was about to order another one he heard someone call out his name. Who the hell did he know that came to this place? Jesse looked around till his eyes fell on the woman coming up to him.

“B-blake?” Jesse's eyes widened in surprise as he spotted the young woman. Holy mother of god it was Blake! It had been awhile since he last saw the little witch. Back then he was still living a lone, though sporting a stupid cast on his arm. Back then he was being hunted by a demon disguised as a little girl. He had no idea what was happening but Blake had been quick to see the danger coming and saved his sorry butt before another demon tried to take a bite out of him. Just seeing Blake actually brought a smile on his face. Though the man had been in no mood for company he couldn't bring himself to turn Blake away. “Hey girl, how's it going? I had no idea that you were here. Do you come here often?”