He could kill him right now. Like cut his throat with his claws. Since that blond intruder left Ethan a few hours ago, he's been playing like a mad man. It was nearly midnight and their neighbours already knocked a few times because of his loud violin music. Frightened and crying out loud, he jumps down on the table when the phone starts ringing. "What?!" Ethan yells into the receiver, still clutching his violin. With spike ears, he jumps back on the table to hear the answer of the caller better. It was his nature to be curious. "I've found him. He's at Kinney's place.", the caller answers and Wolfram looks up startled when he hears the groan of his long time friend. As much as he didn't like the creepy blond, he doesn't wish him harm. At least not the kind of harm he could get into if left in the caller's clutches. To get Ethan's attention he begins to meow, only to get a punishing glance from his owner. What's wrong with him? Since the blond left, Ethan seems kind of crazy. How he wishes he could talk to blond to warn him. He had done the right thing by leaving his owner. The fiddler had hit him one time too many. Even if he didn't like him either, it was too much to hit the guy. That, he really didn't deserve. "I'll meet you there. I'll show him that he can't leave me just like that.", Ethan mumbles into the receiver and it sends cold sweat down the cat's back. 'Watch out Blondie. I hope your dog will protect you.', Wolfram thinks when he walks back to his sleeping box and climbs in there to snuggle into his blanket. The only thing he ever got from the blond. °*°*°*°*°*°*° Somebody needs to tell the kid that he should get over me. I mean really get over me. Not searching for a lousy replacement like he did the last time. Gawd, that lousy fiddler still gives me the creeps. I'd have to be really desperate to even consider fucking him, and after considering it, I'd probably prefer to go with my right hand. Not that I really would want him to get over me if I knew that I'd be back as a human again soon. Really soon. Now that I know him a little better I definitely would consider fucking him again. He's got potential. Now that I think about it, he was the one who rescued me out of the animal shelter. Okay, that's just a pathetic reason to fuck someone again. Even for me, with my 'one time only' rule. But without the stupid reason, I would have to admit that I care about Blondie here, which I don't. I turn around and look into his blue eyes. Well, maybe just a tiny little bit. "Come on, get up Coop. We have to go for a walk.", I yelp, when Justin pushed me off the cozy mattress onto the cold hardwood floor, and look up, with what I hoped would be a pissed off look. Just as we are about to go out , there is a desperate knocking sound as someone beats on the metal door. Curious I look up to Justin, who frowns down at me and shrugs his shoulders. I walk closer to the door just as I hear the voice of Mr. Greasy. "Justin, I know you're in there! Come home baby. I won't hurt you any more.", I start growling immediately. What the fuck is he doing here? They are through for fuck's sake. ******** "Miss Daphne!", someone shouted behind the short young black woman, and she, having recognized the voice immediately, turned around smiling. In hope to hear something new about her 'former' best friend, but stopped in the motion, when she saw the worried expression of the Liberty Avenue Oracle. "Please, don't tell me something happened to Justin.", desperately she grabbed the taller woman around her left upper arm. "Not yet, little Lady, but soon.", Mysterious Marilyn answered concerned and patted Daphne's cheek with her right hand. "We have to help him then!", Daphne shouted outraged, which got the attention and a few funny looks from the people who passed them. "I'm sorry dear, but we're not allowed to interfere with destiny. Normally, I'm not even allowed to tell you about things like that.", she answered and turned around to go back to her little apartment at the end of Liberty Avenue, but was stopped again. "Where is he? Please. You have to tell me. I don't want anything to happen to him again.", Daphne begged desperately and this time the Drag Queen considered telling the young woman about her friend. She didn't know that something had happened to Sunshine before. What would happen today to him? She only knew that today something would happen to him that would change his relationship to Brian and his dog immensely. "Come then, little lady.", Mysterious Marilyn reached for Daphne's hand and took her to the old brick building at the corner of Tremont. *°*°*°*° In the meantime, a black haired man stood inside the same building and beat on the closed metal door. "Open the fucking door Justin! I'm not kidding! If you don't open the door on your own, you'll suffer. Did you hear me?! I mean it. Open the fucking door!", the fiddler was outraged. He had waited for Justin to open the door for half an hour now, and he only heard mumbled words and the loud barking and growling of his ex-partner's dog. Gawd. How he hated that fucking dog. Everything was perfect until that stupid dog came into their lives. Justin had done everything he wanted him to do. He could have told him to jump and he would have asked how high. Justin needed him, without him the artist was nothing, and had nothing. That's what Ethan thought, but on the other side of the door, someone knew that the blond man was so much more. He deserved everything, and a little more. He knew he had to guard Justin, whatever the cost. *°*°*°*°*°*