A/N: Another chapter up. I included some music that I wanted to set the tone for this chapter, feel free to listen to it and tell me how you liked it! (Its on spotify as well if you want to listen to it as you read) Thanks for reading! :)

PS: I'm going to start including music in every chapter, it helps me to stay focused on the true theme I want to convey for the parts I write. Let me know how you like it!

PPS: this chapter is a few days late. Been sick and tired, plus I wanted to review the chapter and make sure it was well written. Typos suck haha. Hopefully this was worth the wait.

~oOo~

Under the cover of darkness a lone figure crept quietly behind his unsuspecting victim, the shadows providing more than enough cover for him to maneuver through the town unnoticed by all those nearby. Sterling blue followed the same pudgy man day in and day out, his anger rising with every day that passed, filling him with an annoying ache in his soul. Unknowingly, a palm came up to cradle his chest as a deep growl filled the air, thankfully drowned out by the chaotic noise of the city. Over the past few weeks, their target had done nothing, avoiding Stardust all together and instead choosing to frequent more established and refined places if he even bothered to go out at all. His security detail had been upped since their last encounter, two burly men by his side at any point throughout the day. It was only when he went home that there was any chance of catching him alone, which just wasn't plausible with how fast and eye-catching his private limousine was.

He couldn't very well follow it on foot, that would be far too suspicious as well as pointless since he couldn't teleport after a moving car in a crowded city, so with a frustrated sigh, he stuck to following in the shadows, staying out of sight until an opportunity presented itself. David had been restless as of late, much to Sans amusement, always warily glancing over his shoulder, narrowed anxious eyes searching for whatever was shadowing him. It was funny really how paranoid he was, rightfully so since Sans was never too far away. David was clearly nervous, as evident by the extra security and wary glances, and it served as a form of entertainment for the fickle skeleton, his anger and resentment towards the mayor fueling his desire to torment the stupid man. It was bad enough that he was under strict orders to keep him alive, but he was stuck with babysitting duty essentially.

Often times he found himself envisioning what it would be like to truly unleash his wrath upon the man who made his life a living hell. If only he could sink his hand into the blubbery flesh of his torso, to feel the warm, thick liquid beneath his bones as he ripped the still beating heart out of his chest, taking great pleasure in seeing David's final gasp as he realized that it would be his very last.

A twisted smirk etched itself on his face as he delighted in what kind of face the mayor would make in his final moments. Would it be one of fearful desperation or one of shocked outrage? Time would only tell and until further instruction, he had to make do with vivid imaginations of torture and despair.

With a purely sadistic shudder, Sans shuffled along after the mayor, his eyes shining brightly with barely restrained malice as he eyed his prey.

Soon..

With a frustrated sigh, Sans could do nothing more than watch as David climbed into his limousine, with his two bodyguards right behind him, and took off into the dead of night. Angry, wound up, and extremely bored, Sans prowled the streets, no longer staying confined to the cover of darkness, instead mingling amongst the humans as he headed seemingly nowhere, merely following the crowd as he filed down different streets, the passing buildings and fading people going unnoticed by the frustrated monster. It was only as he stood outside the familiar door in that sketchy alley that he realized he had ventured back to Stardust, the same thrumming bass reverberating lowly out in the grungy alley. With a sigh, he knocked on the door and waited for the bouncer to open the slat. There was nothing more to be done, so why not stir up some trouble?

It wasn't long before the bouncer let him in, after answering correctly, and he found himself amongst a throng of raving people bathed in flashing lights, the smell of booze hanging heavily in the air. He smiled, slipping into the crowd as he made his way to the bar, hoping to wet his whistle. Sliding up to the counter, he was a bit happy to see Zach, the spunky young bartender, pouring away behind the bar, and he couldn't help but smile as Zach ambled over with a big goofy grin on his face.

"Fang, my man! How you been? It's been a while since I seen ya round here."

Sans laughed lightly at his enthusiasm but the sound was drowned out by the loud music, so he leaned closer, "Been good, man. I've been busy lately so I couldn't stop by."

Zach nodded, reaching under the counter to grab a glass, "I know the feeling. What would ya like, bud? I'm sure you ain't here for chit chat."

"Ah, give me a zombie," he said, smirking when Zach gave him a look of concern.

"Y-You sure?" The young man stuttered, "Its not something for beginners.."

Sans' eyes narrowed, "Then it's a good thing I ain't a lightweight."

Zach threw his hands up placatingly, "Okay, okay. But don't say I didn't warn you.."

Sans nodded, smiling politely as Zach made his drink and slid it to him, "Bottoms up."

No sooner had the words left his lips he proceeded to down half the drink's contents, relishing in the burning in his throat. The liquor was strong, and it gave him a pleasant buzz, despite its overpowering taste. Zach waited to see what would happen, but after a few minutes he laughed, clapping Sans on the shoulder, "Alright, man. That was pretty fucking cool, but take it easy. Wouldn't want to have to pry you off the floor when you're black out drunk."

They both laughed at the thought, and Sans slid into the bar stool, already feeling some of the kick from his drink. His head swam pleasantly, his body warming as the liquor settled in his stomach. He couldn't help but laugh at his human body's intolerance of alcohol. If he had any of his special 'ketchup' right about now he surely wouldn't get back up the next day. His mirth died on the tip of his tongue as the door to his left swung open heavily, revealing none other than the slimeball he had been following all night. His ire grew as he watched the mayor saunter in as if he owned the place, which in retrospect he probably did, and glance around before making his way to the bar.

Normally, he would have panicked seeing his target strolling closer, but with the liquid courage he had downed earlier, he felt pleasantly relaxed, and with only the barest thought he pulled the hood over his head, hiding the bone white hair beneath the dark material. He slumped down on the counter, lying his head on top of his folded arms just as David slid into the stool on his left. He feigned unconsciousness as the large man ordered a bottle of whiskey, ignoring the simmering rage that flooded his mind and concentrated on listening to the slob next to him.

"Really, you'd think by now that the place would be more bustling, we'll be out of business in no time! And what kind of music is this trash? God, hurry up with my drink already, boy. I haven't got all day!"

Zach, he watched through heavy lidded eyes, shuffled behind the bar hesitantly, no longer the young vivacious guy but instead a meek boy scurrying to fix the mayor a drink. He frowned as the bartender shook slightly, his hands moving slower than usual as he rummaged through unopened liquor bottles, trying to find the right one. The mayor's impatient barking did nothing to soothe the young man and with a quiet apology, he set a fresh bottle of whiskey in front of the mayor before scurrying off down the way to serve other customers.

David huffed and popped open the booze, droplets of liquor flying onto Sans' exposed arms, but he refrained from wiping it away lest he blow his cover. Shifting slightly, he angled his head so as to discreetly listen to the mayor's grumbling. Mostly he heard little, just ranting about anything from the decor to the lack of customers despite the fact that it was Wednesday and most people had jobs to return to tomorrow morning.

It was quite annoying listening to the man's drabble, but he endured, hoping to find anything of importance in his words. It was only as David rose from his seat and clambered over to the dance floor that Sans stood, tossing a few crinkled bills on the counter top before leaving the club, he didn't particularly care to repeat last time's events and watch the mayor have a quickie with some random chap in the bathroom.

No, he had other plans in store for David, and all he had to do was be patient.

~oOo~

Sans' patience was running thin, the chilly air brushing against his flesh was enough to make him anxious along with the knowledge of what he was about to do. Truthfully, he wasn't nervous about the next course of action, no, he was actually looking forward to it. Longing for the thrill, the challenge, to take part in his twisted fantasies once more. It had been far too long since he had the chance to alleviate his frustrations, and he found himself giddy at the thought of freshly spilt blood and silenced screams. Only now, it would be those of his most hated rival, the one that kept him from living a life of peace, and that would make it all the more sweeter..

Sinking low on the club's roof, he waited with bated breath as two patrons slipped out of the bumping club, neither seeming to notice the piercing golden eyes staring their way, much to his amusement. At first he wanted to scoff and turn away, assuming it was merely another drunk couple getting kicked out of the club, but his musings were soon proved false as the deep baritone of David reached his ears, the sound fueling his vengeful blood and filling him with crazed glee.

He flattened to the rooftop, crawling his way closer to the edge to get a better look at who was with him, a cruel smirk lifting his features as he took in the grotesque sight before his eyes. David clearly had no sense of subtlety as he slammed his next lay against the rough brick of the club's structure, and by the low moan he assumed the woman trapped in his arms seemed not to mind the rough treatment.

Truthfully, the sight disturbed him, there was nothing more appalling as than watching that despicable man drowning the woman in his arms in sloppy, drunken kisses while she tore at his shirt. It was just nasty to see them going at it like a pair of horny teenagers, but he couldn't risk going down there just yet, he had to wait to catch the mayor alone.

It wasn't long before something more eventful happened, and much to his surprise the woman pushed the mayor away, her breath coming in fast pants as she reached a hand up to stop his advances once again.

"No, ah- hah, w-we can't.."

The mayor grunted, placing kisses along the exposed column of her throat, a growl on his lips as she writhed beneath him, "But we can. The club doesn't close for a few hours and it's not like we'll have an audience."

The girl seemed to think about it momentarily but shook her head, denying his further advances with a rough shove that did little to push him away, and truthfully if it weren't for the rough feminine voice that echoed down the alley, he would have stepped in to save the girl. Slinking back down from his crouch on the roof, he flattened against the cool stone once more, watching as the mayor jerked back and the girl scrambled away quickly, slipping past a slender figure standing at the other end of the alley.

All too slowly, the figure approached the obviously agitated man that was busy fixing his clothing while shooting them a hard glare, "What do you want now, Anna?"

The figure stopped just underneath the little overhang, as the door swung open revealing more drunk patrons, a flash of dirty blonde hair and overdone makeup caught his eye. She was dressed in a dark brown pantsuit, her long locks pulled back in a tight bun as if she had just finished with business.
The woman was oddly familiar, but Sans couldn't quite place where he had seen her before. It was only as the deceivingly sweet voice reached him that his eyes widened in realization.

"Oh come now, David. Surely you haven't forgotten our plans for the evening? Although by the way you had that poor girl cornered, I'm not too sure.."

The woman from the council!

"You always did have the worst timing. Spoiling all my fun," David grumbled, leaning back against the brick wall, arms crossed and a weary sigh leaving his lips, "What did you call me here for?"

The woman, Anna, frowned and glanced around the alley before lowering her voice, tone no longer playful, "It's almost time. The squadrons are in position and awaiting your command."

The mayor's eyes widened and he stumbled forward, barely staying on his feet as he approached the woman, a soft cooing noise filling the silence around them as he reached out to tenderly stroke her cheek, "Good. Ready the troops. We strike at dawn."

His hand moved to stroke her hair despite her obvious discomfort, "By this time tomorrow the monsters will be no more."

Anna stiffened at his tender caress, flinching as the mayor gripped her hair tightly, forcing her head back as he plundered her mouth, not heeding her muffled cry of revulsion. Her arms came up and roughly pushed him away as she wiped her mouth on the back of her sleeve, leveling David with a heartfelt glare.

"You may be my mayor, but you will not live to see tomorrow the next time you force yourself on me, you disgusting bastard!"

Without waiting for a response, she turned sharply and left the alley, hurrying to relay the mayor's message as well as getting away from a thoroughly frustrated David that cursed her name and fled the opposite direction, intent on finding someone else to sate his desires.

Yes, soon it would all be over, and the demon spawn would no longer taint his belovéd city with their unholy presence..

He would finally get rid of those damned monsters, and his name would go down in history as the savior of mankind.

~oOo~

Sans stared down in utter terror, a chill moving up the length of his spine as the reality of what just happened set in. Without so much as blinking, he teleported back to New Home, his mind on autopilot as he barged into the King and Queen's room. He didn't register their lack of clothing, the ruffled fur, or the uncomfortable glances they sent his way as they pulled the covers over their bodies. All he could manage was a shaky breath as he looked them both in their eyes.

"They strike at dawn."