A few more days passed before Brian was able to get around the house without help, everyone keeping their routines going just to see how he would deal with everything in a day to day situation.

Not much happened for a week or so, but one night Mick suggested they get wasted.

Of course, everyone was down for it but Charlie had to be the voice of reason.

"Get drunk, while we have demonic Brian around...that doesn't sound smart." He pointed out, an eyebrow quirked up at his friends.

"We could have him with us at all times, give him the strongest stuff. If there's anything I know about drugs and alcohol, it's that no matter what you are, human or demon or whatever, you're useless when you're drunk." Mick explained, but the expression on the other man's face showed that he wasn't buying it.

"Or, we could put you in charge of him again." A voice from the other side of the room chimed in, everyone turning to look at the source. It was Bill. Charlie stared at him for a few moments without saying anything.

"...Am I just his caretaker now?" The man groaned, not entirely opposing the idea.

"You seem to be a pretty effective one, so now you are, yes."

"Gee, thanks, nice to know that's all I'm good for." Charlie rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest.

"You're good for a lot of stuff, this just happens to be the best." The chocolate haired man shrugged, hearing the lock on the front door rattling before the noise of it being unlocked followed not too long after. A bag was set down on the counter, seeing Brian walking into the living room with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Miss me?" The blonde sarcastically asked, taking a seat beside Charlie.

"Not really." Keith bluntly replied, standing to go grab any alcohol he could find just to escape any conversation with Brian.

"You up for a few drinks?" Bill asked the blonde with a tilt of the head, getting a small smile and a chuckle.

"Why would I say no to a drink?"

Bill nodded and stood, following Keith to grab a bottle of brandy and wine.

While the two were searching around the kitchen, Brian had a pill bottle and had taken two of whatever was in it which caused a red flag to raise for the older.

"Uh...what are those?"

"Preludin, some guy gave it to me some when I bought acid off him."

"Acid?! What the hell are you doing taking drugs?!" Charlie raised his voice, eyes widening as he looked at his friend- or the shell of him, only getting him rolling his eyes.

"Calm down, mum, it's fine. None of this stuff is addictive plus, you live with two drug addicts."

"I beg to differ, you had better not take any more of that tonight, at least not in front of me."

Brian didn't respond, rather grabbed a bottle of vodka from Keith when he reentered the room. Charlie took a wine glass from Bill, allowing him to pour him a glass before he went to take a seat.

"So, Brian, you're looking better." Mick stayed with eyes looking over at him from his glass of wine.

"I would assume so, I'm not coughing up blood, am I correct?"

"Don't be cheeky." Charlie nudged him as Brian threw back three shots of vodka.

"That's all I know how to be, aside from being angry so I go around killing all of you."

"Well isn't that a pleasant thought."

"Shut up, Bill." Keith looked at him, shaking his head.

"Geez, you don't take alcohol well." Bill rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest.

"All of you can shut up, alright?"

"Yeah listen to Charlie, I don't care what you have to say. Actually, I don't care what any of you have to say."

"You don't act like Brian, can't we call you something else? Like, are you a man or a woman?"

"Demons don't have a gender you thick skulled idiot, we just choose one."

"Fine then, what do you want to be called?"

"You guys are British, give me a nice British name." Brian waved his hand.

"Arthur?"

"A girl's name you idiot."

"Wait, you're a girl?" Mick asked, an eyebrow quirking upon that revelation.

"Are you going to pick a name or not?" Brian narrowed his eyes, knocking back another shot.

"How about Zara?" Bill suggested.

"No, how about Alice or Anwen?" Keith looked over at Brian, an eyebrow raised.

"How about Ruby or Clover." Charlie spoke up.

"Clover? Hm...Clover...I like that." Brian leaned back, slowly smiling and looking at Charlie. "I think we have a winner Mr Watts."

"Don't call me that."

The night went slow with four empty bottles of wine and vodka. Keith fell asleep with his head in Mick's lap, both passing out while heavily drunk. Bill had put on a smooth jazz record just before crashing back in his armchair and falling asleep. Brian- or, Clover, had fallen asleep in Charlie's arms, head resting on his shoulder as the older man's hand ran through his silvery gold locks. Charlie was the last person awake, staring up at the ceiling among the light breathing of his friends.

That was when a knock came at the door. A knock...at one in the morning? He couldn't answer it, Clover was asleep on him and the situation was sketchy. Whether he had someone on him or not didn't matter, he wouldn't have answered anyway.

Instead of another knock, the sound of a letter sliding under the door quietly made itself known followed by heeled footsteps outside their house leading down the street. Charlie closed his eyes, ignoring it to give a shot at falling asleep.

There was a loud crash that woke Charlie up, followed by screaming and yelling. He quickly shot up and rushed to the kitchen, seeing shattered glass on the ground.

Brian- Clover, was on top of Bill with hands clutching his throat as he struggled to get him off. Charlie grabbed Clover and ripped him away, knocking back into the wall with the black haired man gasping for air.

"Brian what the hell?!" He yelled at the man.

"It's Clover and he ate all the biscuits without my damn permission!"

"So you tried to strangle him?!" Charlie helped him up when the man finally had caught his breath.

"That bastard is lucky I didn't kill him!"

"No you're lucky you didn't kill him otherwise I would be calling an exorcist-" He paused, realizing how good of an idea that actually was.

"I swear to God if you even fucking think about it."

"I'm not. Now go to the living room and stay there."

Clover growled lowly but picked himself up, storming out with a vase knocking over on its own the second he left with it shattering on contact.

"Bill, I'm going to be right back so you stay here, okay?" Charlie quietly spoke, Bill nodding slowly with no words. The brown haired man turned to leave the room, seeing Clover sitting on the couch and watching the teley. He didn't seem to notice him standing there, so he quietly shifted to the front door where that letter still was.

That was odd as Mick and Keith left for work hours before yet that note was unmoved. Charlie picked it up, grabbing a letter opener off the counter and slicing it open. Inside was an address, 2120 East Hyde Avenue and a sentence under it.

'meet us there, we'll explain when you come. bring brian.'

That address was hours away, they were in Richmond and that was all the way in Liverpool. As he thought about it, that handwriting looked familiar, despite the address and sentence being written by two different people.

Not to mention, how would he be able to get him in a car for that long? The kid can't have his cookies stolen without trying to kill someone.

He turned the letter over, with three letters all in different handwriting on the back. A P, J, G and R. That was when it hit him.

Charlie walked back into the living room, taking a seat beside Clover and looking at what he was watching.

"You like Shindig, eh?" He asked, glancing over.

"It's better than the other stupid shows on right now. Radio was better than this shit, even when it first came out." Clover huffed, shaking his head.

"You really hate television."

"Well aren't you a bright spark."

"How would you like to go on a trip to Liverpool with me?" Charlie cut right to the chase, raising an eyebrow.

"...You want to go on a road trip with me, specifically to Liverpool all of the sudden. That's not sketchy at all."

"Very funny, it's a legitimate request. Bill bailed on me and I need someone to go with."

"Fine, I'll go on your stupid trip as long as you will stop hounding me for taking drugs." Clover grunted, a bit reluctant to agree to such a thing. His request made Charlie really regret asking, but be obliged.

"Alright, we leave at half past two."

"Yep..." He responded in a bored tone, turning his attention back to the tv.

Bill left at noon to go to his parents' house and Mick couldn't be bothered with Clover at that point. Apparently he was going out of town to try and find out how to fix this whole thing, like anyone believes that. Keith was still asleep since weed made him tired, and his room was like a greenhouse for that stuff.

Clover had taken so many pills that when they actually got in the car, he passed out in the passengers seat. Charlie was pretty pleased with that, no whining or bickering for a few hours.

While stopped at a gas station, Charlie was getting gas in his car when his silvery blonde haired companion woke up. He had been nice enough to bring a blanket and his little kangaroo coat as it was pretty cold out so he was comfortable, and he stepped out with a groan.

"I'm having a fag, you want one?" Clover asked and looked over at the brunette, taking a pack from his back pocket.

"No, actually-" He paused before putting the pump back up, before shrugging. "Hell, why not." Charlie waved his hand over and got one off his friend.

The two stood there and smoked for a solid five minutes before stubbing it and getting back in the older's vehicle.

"Now if you don't mind, I'm going back to sleep, so wake me up when we get there..." Clover yawned and wrapped himself up in the blanket, reclining back and closing his eyes.

"Gotcha, sleep well." Charlie nodded as he started it up once more, driving out of the station they were at. The kid was out like a light, no more than two minutes before he was asleep.

They were twenty minutes away from the location and Charlie was still the only one awake, with Clover still fast asleep with his head resting on the car door. He couldn't help but run his hand through the locks of dulled gold hair, drawing it away when when they got to a tolling gate. The woman taking the money and opening the gate was short, with Vidal Sassoon cut red hair. Most certainly a mod, judging from the makeup and hair despite wearing a heavy overcoat.

"Where are you two boys headed?" She asked as he counted their currency, looking at the sleeping figure in the passenger's seat.

"Liverpool to meet some friends, I must say, you have very lovely hair." Charlie smiled at her as he got his change back. "What's your name?"

"Oh- why thank you, It costed me an arm and a leg to get done but I get touch ups for free from Vidal Sassoon. I'm Barbara or Crimson, really up to you." She nodded and opened the gate. "Perhaps we can meet up sometime?"

"I would like that. Nice to meet you Barbara." He waved a bit and drove out, glancing back for a moment before checking his watch. Only a few more minutes, maybe it was time to wake him up?

Charlie looked back over at him, a smile reforming on his face at how peaceful and...cute he looked. He wasn't supposed to think things like that, but he did, he saw that kid like his little brother he was supposed to take care of. The man decided to leave it until they got there.

Something seemed off...the location that was given to him didn't seem right, it was a run down, dingy terraced house with faded and chipped red paint, it was so old it was flaking off. A broken window and an old looking wood door. Clearly no one lived here for a long time. Someone stood outside, brown hair with a hint of red to it with a long hair style, front bangs, wearing a heavy black coat and smoking a cigarette. The man seemed to notice him, as he heard an all too familiar Liverpudlian accented voice yell, "Paul, they're here!"

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I am sincerely sorry for this chapter taking so long! I've been held up on so much stuff but I'll try to not have such a severe period of inactivity! I hope you lot like this chapter, I had quite a nice time writing it and more is to come! Please do leave feedback, I love hearing from readers! Wish all of you the best and hope you have a nice day! xx