The BluBlood Family

Eegee 
 
 
  
 
            "Easy Tiger." a soft voice said behind Butcher. "Pick your battles wisely."  
            "I know damn well what I can handle, and this guy has to go." Butcher snarled back. He cracked his knuckles with his large leather covered hands.  
            The woman rolled her eyes and swung back around to the bar, ordering another beer. You're so ridiculous Butcher. . .  
 
            
 
            "He did what?" Graven crackled over the phone. 
            "I tried to stop him Graven, but you know how he gets when he sees one of them. . " 
            "Eegee you gotta get a grip on him. We can't have him going around and busting up every Rebel he sees." 
            Eegee sighed harshly. "Okay." She hung up the phone and looked at the mirror infront of her. A scrape went from her left eye to her lips. Her olive rich skin and jet black hair shined back at her, as beautiful as always. She hated it. Before she was able to punch the reflection staring back at her there was a knock on her door.  
            She opened the door to find Butcher. "What do you want?" she growled. 
            The tall burley 27 year old stomped his way in. "Why didn't you help me with that damn Rebel."  
            Eegee shut the door and stood, staring at the biker. "Yes, because this scrape on my face was from me just watching right?" 
            Butcher grabbed her by her neck and hoisted her up against the wall. "Who took you in when you were living out of the damn dumpster? Who gave you everything you have now? Who saved you from that devil Langston? Well?!" his grip got tighter.  
            "You. . ." She gasped. 
            He let go and she fell to the ground. "You wear that patch because you are mine. . . " And with that he left. 
            Eegee closed her eyes.  This was getting out of control. 
 
 
Graven 
 
            He hung up the phone and looked up at the dark Virginia sky. Why is it when I leave for a bit the group goes completely nuts?  He thought to himself as he got back on his motorcycle. He didn't understand. But he didn't have time to worry on it now, he had a meeting to get too. A meeting for his new property. 
            After another half hour of riding he pulled up to a wooden building flooded with bikes. He raised a brow and slowly made his way in. The place seemed no different from the ones at home. The smell of beer and cigs hung in the air. There was two pool tables and a lot of large bikers. Large bikers that were looking at him like he was fresh meat. Graven wasn't a scary looking guy. Not for being a president to one of the most well known bikers clubs in America. He stood about 6 ft 2' with curly red hair and light freckles on his hairs. He had a goatee and almost always wore a beanie. He nodded his head to the others, accepting that this wasn't his territory. 
            "You must be here for the girl." A southern bell called from behind the bar. Her brown hair was thrown in a messy bun atop her head. "Follow me." 
            Graven did as he was asked and followed the woman behind the bar to a backroom, up a flight of stairs, and into a small room. In the room was very few items, only a nightstand, lamp, empty book shelf, a small bag that looked like it had clothes in it, and a bed. A bed with a worn down looking girl. 
            "She don't speak much to men." the bartender said. "Something must have happened to the poor dear." She looked at Graven. "She's shy, and can't remember much. I think she was just. . .beat senseless. Wouldn't surprise me if it were one of Langston's men." The woman shook her head. "Now, I called you because I know you and your men take girls and make them into something. Maybe not much of something, but at least you give them more hope. But please, don't mess this girl up. She's a sweetie. . . .sometimes." She smirked and left the room. 
            He took a long look at the girl who slept in the bed. Her golden hair was in two long braids, the bartender no doubt trying to make her look nice. Her face was soft, but what he could see of her arms and legs were heavily bruised. He shook his head, it just wasn't right. 
            "Hey. . ." he said lightly as he touched her shoulder. 
            Her eyes shot open and she quickly sat up, staring at him.  
            "It's okay, I'm here to help. I'm Graven, and I'm gonna get you away form here. Got a nice place made up for you back home in Kansas." He watched her, she didn't give him any sign. He sighed and looked around, "Those bags yours?" 
            She nodded lightly. 
            "Mmkay, well lets get going." He held out a hand to her. 
            The blonde girl looked at his hand and grabbed it, pulling him closer, then with her other hand balled in a fist she bunched his cheek as hard as she could and ran down the stairs. 
 
            Graven stood there, rubbing his cheek. He got the small bag and followed her. This looks like it's gonna be fun. . .