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Gabriele Salvatierra

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  1. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    “I want to go home.” The faint grin that had been playing on his lips vanished. Concern shadowed the features as the back of unusually uncalloused fingers lightly slid up the younger jawline. “I want to go home…. and stop hurting people." Head shook as his hand moved to curl fingers over the Czechs hand. I told you… you didn’t do it. “Sorry… just zoned out for a minute.” The smile still ghosted of concern as the thumb rubbed over the back of the younger man's hand near the IV entry point. He could "borrow" the small ambulance to get them back to Shadow. Jacob's car was off getting a massive cleansing or his bodyguard would freak at the volume of flesh and blood that saturated his seats. He kind of understood where the Czech was coming from. He didn’t really want to spend the whole night in the hospital either. A long sloughing in their own shower… a stiff drink from their home bar…. their own place…. their own bed. That was where he wanted to be. Question was….. was that the "home" that Bodhan was referring to. The Spaniard wasn’t entirely sure. “Better grow back…Look weird in a tux without…” Hey…. I don’t have such a badly shaped head…. Hand lifted to rub lightly over the smooth skull with a hint of self conscious concern even as the smirk played at his lips. I mean some think bald guys are sexy. Lifting the Czech's hand gently to his lips he kissed the back of scraped knuckles as he gingerly stood. Let me check on transportation. Then…… then you tell me where you want to go. He didn’t want to presume. There were lots of places "home" could mean to Bodhan and he was going to accept whatever he decided. Moving down the hallway the bare feet slapped firmly, it was about the only part of him not burned. He found her back garage and as he expected the small unmarked ambulance was in the garage, a little searching found the keys in the guard office. She would understand… or at least… he could pay her nicely for the "rental" if she insisted. Keys in hand he padded back to Bodhan. He wouldn’t move him except he knew that healing was always best in a place of comfort and no offense to Chelsea, the clinic was cold. Coming into the dark room he jingled the keys. Well… I found a ride… you sure you up to be moved?
  2. Jan 26, 2019 8pm Vehicle made a dangerous swerve around debris, tires clutching the road like a lover as the wheel was yanked back around. Highway 5 was cleared for the most part but in upstate California it became abandoned again with wreckage from the apocalyptic days still littering the cracked pavement. It wasn’t the debris that made the trip dangerous, it was the Bugatti pushing over 200mph in the middle of the night and the driver behind the wheel aggressively burning through a bottle of scotch; a second bottle half empty on the seat beside him. Jacob's words were still seared in his brain. Bo resented him. The thought had already been percolating, fed by the distance…by the lack of intimacy. He was losing him….perhaps, lost him already. Growl thundered in the cab of the Bugatti as the wheel was yanked again around a vagrant piece of metal almost too late. His mind was definitely not on the road ahead of him as the tires threatened to fishtail under his strength. Snarl hummed in his chest as he reached for the half empty scotch, teeth twisting the top before it was spat on the floor, contents disappearing far too rapidly. A few more miles and the expensive bottle was nothing more than empty glass which he tossed on the passenger floor, head thunking back several times on the headrest. It was Ausar's words now echoing in his head. The High Chancellor had caught him before he left with Bodhan for his cabin and a wedding that never happened. The man that had saved him from himself made a point of mentioning to his Executioner that he liked the fiesty doctor that had challenged the very Sheut court but then he left the Spaniard with a query he could not answer…."how long before the human turns his back on the monster?" Was that what had happened? Did Bodhan finally place the Spaniard into the category of "monster"? Now that Bodhan had his real family once more, his sister who called to him for help, what need did he have with the shadow in his life anymore? The trip should have been fourteen hours, but the Veyron made short work of the distance in just a little over six. He was headed into the center of Malheur National Forest, to a small place called Beulah off a reservoir of the same name. The bugatti had to be left behind in Juntura because the 20 wasn’t cleared. Sports car was pushed into a barn off 3rd street before he snapped open the small trunk at the front of the vehicle. Nostrils sniffed at nothing, wishing he had drank more to dull the emotions quicker as he pulled the leather duster off the duffle of weapons. Broad shoulders shrugged into the worn leather before the duffle was worked out of the tiny compartment, popping free before being slung onto his back. Dark eyes hit the sky. It couldn’t be more than 2am. He had a good four hours before daylight became a problem. Boots hit the road, following the 20 but keeping a good fifteen meters into the woods beside it in case there was surveillance. For once, he was looking forward to blood on his hands. He felt….violent…..tonight.
  3. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    He caught the furl of the brow and instantly it was mirrored. He didn’t want the Czech worrying about him. "I did this.." Head shook as the hands that went to rub tired eyes were caught by oddly soft hands, the new skin still lacking the normal calluses. Nah…..I had an argument with the sun…. you will be happy to know I won….. he is off sulking at the moment. Smile was gentle, bathed in the glow of blue indicator light the missing eyebrows and lashes were also visible giving the Spaniard an oddly ethereal appearance. "I'm always fucking things up." Thumb rubbed over the fingers that closed over his hand. Not your fault Sun got randy….. Smile still lingered. "How long will it take you to... get better... lot less than my collarbone I would imagine.." A soft chuckle again murmured in the deep chest, a warmth that it had lacked lately in his sullen sulking. Ya… skin already stopped sloughing off, just a little raw still…. the hair…. Hand lifted to lightly rub over the balded head with ginger pressure to ensure he didn’t peel the still fragile skin. Well…. last time I fritzed in the sun I had no more than peach fuzz for a good month, took a few months for it to grow completely back. Lopsided grin came with a shrug as he lightly brushed the collarbone. Probably have all my hair back about when this is fully healed.
  4. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    Dark eyes watched the hand pat his head, almost breaching a smile across his lips. Looking for his glasses again. He really needed to get Chelsea to look at Bo's vision, see if there was options…. was lasik even a thing anymore? The Spaniard had no idea. Confession was naked and incredibly vulnerable. The reaction, however, wasn’t exactly what he expected. "Jesus criminey Gabe..." Blink was a bit confused. Brow lifting as the Czech fell back against his pillows and huffed at him before seething a groan of pain. "Jacob wishes we were done... " I don’t care what other people wish……..care what you wish…….. Soft words came instantly to the mumbled complaint. It was the truth. Ausar himself could forbid a relationship and the Spaniard would defy him if it was what the Czech wanted. "I don't eat, sleep unless you remind me to and you don't even NEED to eat... your office is constantly covered in my paper crap. I drink from the carton, hide your booze and let you drive that French German Italian bastard car like a bat out of hell, and your best friend hates my guts. You shouldn't be putting up with me." ……..putting up with you implies I do so out of obligation….. being with you has never been an obligation to me Bodhan…. Quiet words licked of his heritage accent. It happened the most when he was exhausted and emotional, the full name that was rarely used hanging warm in the air. "My brain never stops moving. I run on a clock that nobody understands. Glamis feels like yesterday. The shit storm over the last few days in New York feels like forever ago. I didn't realize it had been so long since Scotland. I wasn't feeling like... myself at the cabin after Maree showed up." Nod was faint in the dark. He knew that, and knew it was too much to expect the Czech to commit at the same time as the reunion. That had not been what embedded the doubt for the Spaniard. It had been the growing distance, the silence, the lack of any contact. "Ten years of my life learning to be alone, okay with the idea of putting a gun in my mouth up until you stuck a knife in my ribs and... filled this... hole in my life. I almost didn't want her to be alive, then I felt guilty for that. I've only ever had to rely on one other person in my life. Now there's two... and I feel guilty I want her to stay in New York, and us here. Like I'm betraying her because I want to stay here with you." He wanted...... to stay? It was an odd revelation for the Spaniard. Lips parted then closed, unsure what it was he would say. The Czech forever felt like he was trying to get away. The last six months had been an endless procession of feeling the younger man was trying to escape. "I was avoiding. Sorry for that." Swallow was tight as he tried to digest it all. The words wanted to beckon relief but the last six months left him cautious. Perhaps this was just the pain meds talking? "I'm a nerd... you know nerds have no social skills until after a few whisky shots." The tickle of a smile finally emerged over his lips, the barest hint of a chuckle rumbling in the barrel chest. The Czech was definitely more social after a few drinks. Of course that was a double edged sword, it made him flirty too and not always with the Spaniard. It had been a long time since the Czech had been that relaxed…. a very long time. "I'll get you something. It will take a while though, but that's the point. Not supposed to be easy. If it was easy, it wouldn't be worth fighting for.." I have never needed anything but you….. just you….. It was cliché but….it was the truth. The cough drew the Spaniard instantly forward. Red, bald head penetrated the soft blue light of the indicator on the IV stand as the large hand rested on the chest to lightly compress, quelling the urge to cough knowing the ribs and shoulder would be angry with that form of concussive violence. You need rest…. Soft words came as his thumb stole the opportunity to gently rub along the chest as his hand held the compression.
  5. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    I might…… I might need some clarity on that last point. “Huh? Accounting? You don’t want me on your books anymore? ….." No… not what I ….. meant…. Whisper tried to interrupt but he was still a bit stunned with what the previous words might imply. He needed….clarity. Assumptions were dangerous. He half heard the rest. Job skills. Bo was worried about job skills?? “Just no way to make any money and I’m not asking you to pay for your own damn ring… because that’s, rude.” Breath and heart stopped as he blinked trying to digest the statement again. It still was…. unclear. They had lived the last seven months in ambiguity and it was killing the Spaniard, almost as much as the void between them that had only grown over time. Other than the heroic rescue the Spaniard had performed to drag the Czech back here for medical, he couldn’t even remember the last time they had actually touched eachother. Scotland was supposed to change that, only the big "event" never happened and they never spoke of it again. The Czech consumed by his sister, his real family. Fingers lifted to rub on his wrinkled forehead, the left hand still cradling the book as brow flinched, his skin was still too raw to be rubbing absently on. Hand dropped to cup over the book once more. He could let it go. But if he did…… they lived again in the void of ambiguity. He needed to ask. He needed clarity. But as lips parted the Czech huffed in exasperation and spoke first. “What did I do Gabe… I fucked everything up didn’t I…Jacob told you what happened didn’t he?” Head shook at the idea that it was the Czech that had fucked everything up. He was fairly certain that was more on his own shoulders. Nod followed acknowledging Jacob told him, leaning back a bit in the chair, further into the shadows as he felt the itch over his skin that warned he was healing but likely still looked like a sunburned hairless cat. Ya….was quite the explosion. Words were quiet. “Never mind… it’s just a book, I’ll get you something better when I get the money.” "what's mine is yours…" the words were on the tip of his tongue. Problem was, it wasn’t really yet and he still wasn’t sure the Czech wanted it to be. Silence lingered, he could sense the slowing rate of the younger man's breathing, his heart slowing with the tug of sleep. He should let him sleep. But then they continued to let the void engulf them. Swallow was thick as he leaned forward, elbows resting lightly on the sweats he had managed to get over sloughing flesh. Tongue licked over his lips as he fought to find the first words. If he didn’t speak they went on wandering in the unfathomable dark. If he did speak….. he ran the risk of immediately knowing he was being discarded. No more darkness. Bodhan….I…. love the book but…….but I need clarity about….. Swallow felt like lead in his throat. Clearing his throat as he tried not to stutter over his words. The normally larger than life form seemed small hunched in the shadows. …um… clarity about your… um…. ring comment. Hand lifted to rub over the bald head, the breath drawn deep but faltering. Fuckin' grow some balls Gabriele! …..ever since Scotland….. when we didn’t……y'know……get married…. and then…. well…. you haven't wanted to talk about it again. Throat cleared again, realizing he was about to get to the point of no return. He could say "nevermind… get some sleep" now and likely the awkward moment would be over but the void………. At first…. figured you just…. needed time…. but….as months went by and it didn’t come up….and you didn’t want to talk about……anything…… I assumed…… He was that lost boy all over again…. voice growing ever softer. Finish…… finish it. …..I assumed we were done…….. He couldn’t hide the soft hitch in his tone. He had stopped breathing….completely.
  6. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    Distance. Forever there was the distance. A shadow. Soon that was all he would be to the Marin clan. A myth that protected them through the ages. Maybe it was better that way. He didn’t miss the pat of the head. Bo was forever seeking his glasses, the habit drawing a faint smile to the Spaniards still burned lips as he brought the bag for the Czech to rummage in. Medi*Corps? Frown was instant. The name was not unfamiliar to the Sheut. If there wasn’t strong evidence the corporation no longer existed he might have thought they had something to do with the experiments he was forever finding and destroying. The Nation and all its advisors dismissed the old venom. But what if they were wrong? If they were, he really didn’t like that the research was in Bodhan's head. He had always known the Czech was a target, but this made him a BIG target. The Shadow would need to keep close even if the younger man didn’t want him anymore. The flicker that crossed Bodhan's brow seemed to betray that he too wished the research was not in his head. I will keep it safe. Quiet words slid between them as he reached for the box, pulling it into his lap. I burned my place. Nothing left. No past. No nothing. I don’t want to do this anymore. All I’ve done is just, make the world worse. I just want to be... just be... …..just be you. Words barely whispered. Hand was tentative as it reached for him, wanting to comfort….to alleviate the worry…to do something. But he held back. Scared to be brushed aside yet again. Instead a book was offered in the dark to him. A book? So… this is all I kept. I wanted you to have it… parents gave it to me after I learned Spanish. Blink was pronounced as he looked down to the dusty "gift" in his hands. Don’t have a ring anymore, so this will have to do…? …at least until I make some money working your books so I can get something. Nod was faint…. that made sense….Wait?.....What?!? Lips parted only to shut once more. The Spaniard was now VERY confused. Fingers rubbed on the book, self conscious of anything he might assume or say in the midst of the dim flicker of machinery light. Lower lip was gnawed before he finally took a breath to push courage forward. I might…… I might need some clarity on that last point. The soft whisper was naked, vulnerable.
  7. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    The soft tease had at least stopped the waterfall of self loathing the Czech had been spewing. It hurt the Spaniard to see him so torn up. He let him have the glass, his own tired arm falling limp at the side of the bed. Relief that the younger man was "ok" relaxed the Sheut just enough for his own body's devastating exhaustion to leak into every fiber. Bodhan waking up had been good for the Spaniard's heart, but not his body. He could have used another few days of recovery before becoming nursemaid. Again with the backpack. The faint smile was defeated in the dark as bald head shook gently. He knew the Czech enough to know he would not let it go. Empty glass was lightly pulled from Bo's fingers, refilled and held out again. Happy the younger man at least was consuming his own liquids, there was still a half bag left on the IV but Chelsea hadn't mentioned changing the bag so he assumed she expected the Czech to be able to take over from there. [bodhan] There’s two things in it for you. One needs to be locked up immediately, the other… is for you. [/bodhan] Chest seized at the statement. Flood of emotions poured back, every pain from the last two months tightened his breath. He had been ready to make it forever, the Czech hadn't, and every moment since then had only put more space between them. Goodbye gifts? He had been half expecting them for a while now. Finding Maree meant Bodhan had his family. He didn’t need a substitute anymore. The Spaniard would become no more than a shadow, protecting them and the generations that came after them. Strong hands felt weak as they pushed up from the chair, careful to stay out of the light of the whirring monitor beside the Czech as he could feel the gray sweats were stuck to him in places where the skin was still healing. No need to cause worry. [gabriele]….only if it makes you relax and rest.[/gabriele] Soft words warmed the space between them as he moved across the room. Backpack was slid from the counter opposite the bed, walked over and set gingerly at the hip of the Czech as he carefully set himself back into the chair.
  8. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    He was panicking. Fingers just kept seeking the locks, stroking gently into them, hoping to entice a calm. Bo needed rest.. he needed healing. [bodhan]Cant stay.. we shouldn’t be here…[/bodhan] [gabriele]It’s a safe house Bodhan….. the doctor is Sheut… we are safe here. You are safe here….[/gabriele] Instead he gently tipped more water towards the younger man's lips… helping him to moisten the parch that several days on IV fluids would have left him with. Again with the backpack. Frown darkened over the chocolate eyes that could see in the near pitch. He needed to calm the frantic panic that was permeating from every pore of the Czech, but the two had so much distance between them lately he wasn’t sure if he could do that for the younger man. [bodhan]..it’s the only thing that matters anymore. Not my science, or my mind… or my work.[/bodhan] [gabriele]….you matter more than all those things.[/gabriele] The scent of salted moisture did not escape the Spaniard. Thumb pressing firmly over and up on the temple as the fingers kept inside the cherry kissed curls. Always with the weight of the world on his shoulders… and the Spaniard unable to carry the weight for him. [bodhan]…never going to pick up a pencil again....this… what happened in New York, this world… it’s all my fault.[/bodhan] Lips parted but closed again…. the world was the Czechs doing and undoing. Seemed a bit much to take on mere human shoulders. It was time to bring this spiral to a halt. Smile was soft as head shook, index finger wrapping a lock at the Czech's temple around it. [gabriele]….you made the world in seven days too?[/gabriele] The soft words were a tease, a nudge to remind the Czech none of them were that big in this world as to think they were the cause of its rise or demise. But the smile drifted off as fingers sifted through carrot-top curls. He knew the younger man enough to know a downward spiral when he saw it. He needed to put the brakes on even harder. But to do so…. he was about to break all sorts of Sheut covenants…. secrets only the nation was privy to. Free arm folded on the bed beside the Czech, chin resting on it as eyes slid slightly upward to watch the younger man in the dim light [gabriele]…you know….. the viruses…… they predate all of us….. predate our wars….predate your science….[/gabriele] Even if Bodhan was walking away from him… he would give the Czech the truths. Hand slid from the warm curls to run over his own head only halt abruptly hitting sensitive healing skin rather than unkept peppered locks. Folding his arm over the other instead he rested his chin once more as a finger lightly slid along the side of the IV entry on the Czech's hand. [gabriele]….why do you think history is littered with "demons" since the beginning of time?..[/gabriele] Soft words came with a gentle smile as he watched the fluids drip through the clear tube. [gabriele]…. Lycanthropes…. Sheut….Morteximus…... werewolves…vampires….. the black plague…..the same….[/gabriele] Brow furled a bit he had never been great with words. Brute force had been his thing. [gabriele]….they all died out centuries ago….. naturally selected to be inferior to you….. but….[/gabriele] Sitting back in his chair, hands slid from the bed to fall into his lap…scowling into them. [gabriele]…. but truth was they had gone dormant…. waiting…. damn Nevus woke them up again… twisted them… strengthened them against what had killed them off in the first place.. at least…. we think so.[/gabriele] It was a dangerous confession. If the manner that made them extinct the first time was discovered it was possible that the past could be repeated.
  9. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    Sleep was heavy but still he woke often, too concerned about keeping an eye on the Czech. He dipped his fingers often in the water and gently rubbed over the younger man's dry lips in an effort to begin to hydrate him. Fingers kept gently gliding over the gnarled forehead and into the ginger curls, wanting so badly to lessen the agitation that seemed to haunt the younger man. He had just about dozed off again when the throat cleared and the Spaniard sat bolt upright beside in, raw fingers stroking softly trying to ease the Czech out of his sedation. [bodhan]…Gabe.. backpack..[/bodhan] [gabriele]…shhh… I got it… don’t worry… its here..take it easy.. you have been out for several days.[/gabriele] He was thankful for the dark. It would be a bit of time before the Czech could really see the Spaniard and his scorched self. [bodhan]…have something.. for you..[/bodhan] Head shook gently as the fingers lightly pulled through the bangs. [gabriele]It can wait Bodhan….[/gabriele] Name breathed so softly from his lips. It had been a long time since he had used it. It had been so long since they had been this close. There was a good chance when Bo was fully conscious, he wouldn’t let the Spaniard be this close anymore. He wanted to savor the moment for as long as was possible. [bodhan]…I screwed up.[/bodhan] Head shook, moisture sitting thick just on the edge of his lower lids. Forehead rested on the mattress beside the Czech's shoulder. He didn’t know where he had gone wrong with the younger man, but somewhere he had failed him. [bodhan]…I screwed up.[/bodhan] [gabriele]…no…… I wasn’t there for you….[/gabriele] Words were so soft as he laid a hand so gently on the shoulder to stop the Czech from moving. [gabriele]… I got some water for you… hold on.[/gabriele] Foot stepped on the peddle below the bed to engage the motor, head of the bed slowly angling up just a couple inches so that he could give him some water without the Czech drowning in it. He poured just a little into the glass and moved to give it to the chapped lips, tipping the glass carefully to ensure he didn’t dump it over the Czech. He didn’t want to give too much either, he knew the stomach could be merciless when coming out of sedation. Setting the glass to the side he allowed himself to steal another touch, gently stroking back the ginger at the younger man's temple. [gabriele]… have pain killers for you…. can give it now if you need it… the sedation is all wearing off…. IV is just fluids at this point…[/gabriele] Voice was never more than a calm whisper. He knew Bodhan would want to know what was going on so he offered answers before the questions were asked. [gabriele]… this is a private clinic… we are the only ones here. Doctor finally went home after you were stitched up.[/gabriele] He didn’t want the Czech worrying about things he didn’t need to.
  10. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    The Sheut was unaware of the days that passed by, nor the tear of his skin being unwrapped, slathered and wrapped again, nor the tube that was shoved down his throat several times a day to dump nutrition down his gut by the gallons. But Chelsea had been persistent, she wasn’t letting him slip away on her watch and the first signs of skin healing was a sign the Sheut was not likely to die on her. It was two days after bringing the Czech in before the Spaniard showed signs of life. A relief for the doctor that had been watching over him. Thick crusted lashes shifted for the first time with enough energy to show a shiver of life. Groan was the second sign as pain pushed through to conscious awareness. [gabriele]..fuck…..[/gabriele] The swear was barely audible as lips that had peeled several times fought being dry and cracked. Deep breath brought a wince as his gut warned him that he was stuffed unnaturally. [npc]…well its about damn time.[/npc] Lashes finally managed to separate and look through the dark room to the doc leaning against the open door with her arms folded over her chest. [npc]..thought I was going to be digging you a grave you dumbass.[/npc] Lips pushed to quirk upward as he shifted in the recliner and tried to sit up. Frown was instant as why he ws here suddenly flooded back, deep chocolate snapping to the bed about to get the Czech's name off his lips when she answered the unspoken question. [npc]… he is fine. Banged up and will be sore but nothing some rest wont cure. Kept him asleep while you were out. Figured wouldn’t do him any good healing seeing you look like a scorched corpse. [/npc] The "thanks" was croaked from the back of his sore throat, scratched by the tube going in and out for feeding. Damn what had she done to him. A couple hours later and he was in much better shape. She helped him to the shower to peel off the wraps and rinse the sloughed skin off. The good news was his muscles were no longer showing through, though he was red like a lobster as the new skin that had grown over remained marred by intense healing. Bad news was he was apparently hairless. Fingers ran over the bald head as he looked in the mirror, the missing eyebrows a bit freaky. Yet he remembered this look. It wasn’t the first time he had been scorched. Truth be told, he was doing pretty good. Couple more days and his skin would no longer be sensitive at all and just look like well tanned Spanish flesh. Might even have the start of peach fuzz growing back in too. Fresh sweats were waiting for him on the shower bench, the antibiotic cream there for him to rub in wherever the skin was still too raw. His neck, head and hands were the only places he really needed it anymore. By the time he got back to the Czechs room he felt a bit more "alive". Bare feet padded back to the chair only to quirk a brow. The flesh stained one had been swapped out for a new recliner from another room and a bottle of rum and a pitcher of water were sitting next to a glass on the side table beside it. She was too good to him. [npc]…figured you weren't planning to go anywhere. [/npc] He looked up to find her in the doorway again. Smile this time managed to look like a smile and not a wince. [gabriele]Thanks Chels…[/gabriele] [npc]…yea yea yea…. he is in your care now. I got a life you know. Dropped his sedation while you were in the shower. Would expect he will be up in a few hours. Be sure to hydrate him and your own damn self. And I don’t mean only with that rum.[/npc] A soft chuckle murmured in his chest as he nodded. Frown came as his memory kept coming back. [gabriele]…hey Chels… the car needs…[/gabriele] [npc].. you think I didn’t recognize it as Jacob's ride. He loves you but you would be dead if he saw that interior. Its already been to Pete's. He detailed damn thing better than new and its parked out front again for you. Keys are on the sill behind his bed. [/npc] Smile was relieved. She was too damn fucking good to him. [npc]…by the way.. had to call him. He would have come poking around otherwise. Told him you and his ride were here because the kid was banged up and that you weren't likely to leave for a few days. When he sees your bald ass he will know I was not telling the whole truth but I leave that to you to sort out and make right.[/npc] [gabriele]…thanks Chels… owe you… big time.[/gabriele] [npc]…yah… you do…[/npc] With that she headed out leaving him to his healing and oversight of the Czech. He drug the recliner a bit closer, collapsing back into the leather now able to reach out and caress the forehead that seemed permanently etched with agitation. It might be short lived, he knew the Czech no longer wanted him, but for now, he stole a moment to feel the warmth under his raw fingers one last time, tips of his fingers brushing up into the ginger locks careful to avoid the stitches carefully wrapped at the back. Eyes closed and he was quickly asleep, but fingers still clung to this "last moment" gently stroking the temple and ginger locks.
  11. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    She had more than once picked up the phone. Call Ausar? Call Jacob? Who the fuck should she be reporting this to? He had fallen into an almost torporish state. No movement as she worked to slide the sweatshirt off and replace the dressing and re-lather his non-existent skin with cream. His hair had come off in her hands as his scalp sloughed off. Now she sat in a chair more worried about the Executioner than the human he had brought in. The human would live…. the Spaniard…. Dammit! Phone was snatched out of her pocket and slid open, hesitating only a moment before letting it ring. His voice instantly calmed her frayed nerves. [gabriele]Chels… long time no hear…. All ok?[/gabriele] She was both relieved and panicked to hear the thick accent. She glanced at the Spaniard and shook her head as though the Minister of North America could see her. [npc]…actually Adrian… looking for some advice…. trying to figure out best way to treat a Sheut with heavy sun exposure.[/npc] There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Shit. She didn’t want Gabriele in trouble but she damn well needed some advice. [gabriele]Something I should know about…?[/gabriele] Head shook again as she made sure her tone stayed light. [npc]…nah…. just someone young and stupid.[/npc] His chuckle filled the line. At least the sound had her feeling he wouldn’t make any assumptions about the Executioner. [gabriele]… need to talk to Salvatierra on that one. Only one I know to get a super sunburn and survive. Lot of feeding… that I know… and keep somewhere dark. Story I heard is he was kept underground in the pitch and fed nonstop with Sheut blood. Though honestly... might just damn well be that Spaniard's constitution.. tough old bird.[/gabriele] She forced a "light" chuckle to ensure the topic remained as non-serious as she could make it sound. [npc]…well… human's going to have to do… I don’t exactly keep sheut on tap in volume. Thanks Adrian… will see what I can do.[/npc] [gabriele]…good luck… and talk to Salvatierra for more details.[/gabriele] She said her thanks and snapped the phone shut again. Keep feeding him. Great. He had wiped out her stock here already. The room they were set up in was interior so she went ahead and snapped the lights off just in case the fluorescents would harm him further, the room darkening in ebony, bathed only in the soft blue hue of the lights on the IV monitor worn by the human like a child's nightlight. She then set about the next half hour making about twenty calls calling in every favor to get blood stock sent to her. By the next day she had managed to tube several gallons down the Spaniard and continued to slather his skin in cream. He was looking worse not better but to the doctor's eyes this was a good thing, one of his layers of skin was beginning to heal over itself. The kid should be awake soon and there in was a debate. She strongly doubted Gabriele wanted him to see the Spaniard this damaged. She knew who the Czech was and how important he was to the Executioner. The IV drip was adjusted on the kid to continue to include a mild sedative, at best he would fade in and out without real awareness of his surroundings. Best they both slept a few days anyway. What a mess these two had drawn her into.
  12. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    The Mustang couldn’t get up to the same speed as his Gatti but… it came damn close. That little bike Bo had was never going to make these kinds of speeds but the strip was over forty minutes closer to the cabin. Based on when the Czech tore out of the hanger and the Spaniard's current speed, he might actually overtake him on the road. At least…. he had hoped so. Snarly engine died as he turned the key, unable to move through the wooded area, he was forced to pursue on foot. This was a problem. Chocolate flicked up and to the side, squinting at the daylight that came through the tinted windows. Flesh tingled everywhere and a glance in the rear view mirror confirmed that he had the complexion of a Spaniard who had been sunbathing all summer to a deep almost unnatural mahogany. A stroll outside and he would be blistering. Sigh grumbled in his chest. Patience wasn’t really his virtue. He should have thought this through more…brought some protective gear. As it stood he was going to have to make do with sitting his ass in the car until at least the start of dusk. Dark eyes braved the light some more as he stared down the path looking for signs the Czech had come through. He wasn’t disappointed, freshly broken branches betrayed the hasty entry of the man on his bike. [gabriele]…fuck..[/gabriele] Soft swear murmured his lips as his forehead pressed to the steering wheel of the brawny mustang. Breathing seemed like a chore as he could actually hear the damn second hand of his watch tick by time with the speed of molasses. Time also brought doubt. Bo likely didn’t want him here. He might very well wait until dusk, hike up to the cabin and be told to fuck off. At least he would know the Czech was safe. Fatigue and sunburn caught up with the Spaniard, eyes closing and the mind beginning to drift off when the first pop rang in his ears, sitting straight up he blinked heavily trying to orient himself. Nostrils flaring as he tried to make sense of the sound. A whiff of something burning just before….. The eruption literally shook the mustang and rational thought was lost. Door flung open and the vampire was sprinting through the mottled sunlight of the woods. Fire, explosion… BO! Heart was in his throat as he didn’t notice the first blisters begin to swell and explode on his skin. No no no no NO! Nostrils were flaring for the familiar scent as he ran towards the burning building only to stop dead in his tracks and pivot. Bo wasn’t in there…….. he wasn’t in there! It was his blood that the Spaniard picked up, a fact that drew a deeper intensity to his sprint. Tumbled in the grass was the Czech. [gabriele]BO!..[/gabriele] No response made that pit in his throat bigger. Sliding to his side it only took a moment to realize he WAS breathing…. but he was also in bad shape. Hand reached out to the Czechs cheek only to recoil as he finally recognized his skin had begun to dangerously boil. No time. The younger man was scooped up and clung close to his chest as he began to sprint back to the mustang, nearly falling flat when he tripped over the bike laying on its side. Snarling at it he took just enough time to grab Bo's bag. If the Czech had bothered to keep it, it must be important. By the time he made the mustang, hands were smoldering and their tremor made it nearly impossible to open the passenger door and drop the unconscious Bo in the seat. Stumbling he made his way to the driver door, collapsing in and slamming the door shut as he tossed the bag into the back seat. Skin blistered with a ferocity he had only experienced once……and then he had meant to boil until he ceased to exist. Now it was in the way as he reached for Bo and gently moved his head to look at the blood he could smell dripping from the back. [gabriele]Oh god…..please don’t leave me Bo…..[/gabriele] The words were so soft before he pulled his hand away realizing he was leaving blood of his own on the Czech's skin. Mustang was revved up with a wince, under his shirt and pants skin continued to blister and boil. Every crank of the wheel left blood and flesh behind on the leather cover but the Spaniard didn’t seem to notice as the Mustang roared back to Chelsea's. Fingers fought to pull the phone from his pocket, melting skin slipping on the metal surface before he managed to autodial her and warn her he was coming in with a badly injured person. Swerves were wild as blisters on eyelids marred his vision. By the time he made the clinic he knew Bo wasn’t the only one in trouble. He didn’t bother with the shaded entrance, slamming on the brake in front of the main steps and shoving his door open to run around and get the Czech out. She came running out but stopped dead in her tracks seeing him…. [npc]….Gabriele…..[/npc] The soft expression of his name held a tinge of horror as he brushed right past her into the building. [gabriele]…..where?...[/gabriele] His voice cracked, pain evident in the sound causing her green eyes to widen. Pain was not something she had ever seen expressed in the big Spaniard. Blinking she got her wits about her to finally look at the man cradled in the vampire's arms. Chin jutted down the hallway. [npc]X-ray first.[/npc] It was a long hour as she took xrays of his entire body and declared nothing broken though there were a few hairline fractures that would be sensitive and sore for a while. As she worked on sewing up the back of the badly split open scalp she breathed a bit of a hiss at the Spaniard. [npc]…. get to storage and drink… whatever I got in there…[/npc] [gabriele]..no… I want to….[/gabriele] [npc]Go…[/npc] There was a snap in her words. [npc]….I have never seen a sheut look like you look now…go…. I have this… he will be fine.[/npc] She wasn’t giving him options. Tremors ran his body as he found the storage room and proceeded to drain the fridge. Every last bag of precious vitae that she needed to help heal her patients were now gone. All his fault. The hunger had waned, but the healing……. Flesh has been blistering and rupturing against fabric for almost two hours now, the fibers having melted into his skin. As he worked to slide the tee up he bit his tongue hard, several layers of skin coming away with the fabric, the raw slimed crimson layer angrily pussing as he fought for a breath and kept pulling. He couldn’t heal if he didn’t get the fused clothes off. Still having tremors didn’t help either. Pain ebbed and flowed with the ferocity of stormy waters. He would rather be shot a hundred times over. By the time she had the Czech comfortably in a bed with an IV drip to keep him out of pain and a bit sedated, the Spaniard had managed to peel his pants from his legs. The gasp when she walked in was telling, but not as much as the horrified expression in her eyes. The body looked like a skinned cadaver in a college doctorate program. [npc]…Gabriele…..……..can you… heal from this….?[/npc] Could he? Nine years ago he had sat outside and waited for the dawn to take him. Boiling alive is how Ausar had found him. He had healed then but it had been on Ausar's blood, straight from the vein…. not bottled bags. That wasn’t what was important. [gabriele]…..how is he?[/gabriele] Her disapproving frown etched over green eyes that he changed the topic. [npc]….he will be fine. Big crack to the skull that sheered open a good hunk of flesh. Got him stitched up and on some morphine to kill the pain. Few hairline fractures, one long one in the collarbone will need to watch so doesn’t break it. Going to be sore as hell, bruises were coming out all over.[/npc] Nod was faint as he showed no shame standing naked in front of her. Boiled skin dripped with puss as he glanced at her and shook his head. [gabriele]….just do what you can.[/gabriele] Clearing her throat she started the tedious process of peeling away any dead skin still left covering his form before gloved hands began to slather his body in thick white antibiotic cream. They argued as she wanted to let it breathe, he wanted it wrapped so he could cover it with clothes and get back to the Czech. She finally succumbed, wrapping him like a mummy before bringing him a pair of sweats to slide over the white gauze, only his bandaged feet and hands peeking out. Face covered in white cream he fell into the recliner by Bo's bed, pained flinch punctuated by a stuttering breath into his lungs. Dark chocolate watched the Czech breathe in silence as Chelsea stood in the doorway, finally shaking her head and walking out to give them some privacy. [gabriele]…………don’t leave me…..[/gabriele] The soft whisper no longer referred to the Czech losing his life…. It meant so much more.
  13. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    The Spaniard blinked at the "reception" he got on the other side of the line, then heard Jacob call for Bo. What the hell was going on? [jacob] Christ, where are you? I told you to be here! He took off, I don’t know where the fuck he’s going. Went north to the highway. Sister’s fine. Everyone’s fine. He’s not fine. Physically yes, just… not fine. Fucking virus bullshit let loose intentionally in a New York hospital. Contained but.. shit… he’s not fine. Hasn't said a word since we left New York [/jacob] He tried to drink it all in but Jacob was running a mile a minute and pissed as hell. [jacob]Why arent you here?[/jacob] [gabriele]…phone was dead.. I just got the message and immediately called. Am heading out there….[/gabriele] Shit what a mess and Jacob had a right to be angry. All the Spaniard had here at the club was his bike. He would make maybe fifteen minutes before he melted on it. [jacob] I’m headed back to Shadow on my bike, gonna pick up my car and go home. I need to go home. He’s probably going up to that fucking cabin of his to be a sullen jackass [/jacob] JACOB'S CAR! He would kill him but…. [gabriele]…I got it… don’t worry… just head home. I will get the Czech.[/gabriele] He had never called him that to Jacob. It had always been Bo. But somehow he couldn’t get the man's name to cross his lips. The pause was small before he added a quiet….thanks. He didn’t wait for a response, clicking the phone closed. He hoped Jacob would just go home. If he came to the club and found his car gone and Gabe's gone… he would put two and two together. He would know to go to Pedro's and efforts to hide the fiasco that had been his mission would go up in proverbial smoke. It didn’t matter. He should know what a monster he worked for…. he had a right to know…. Sigh came slowly in his chest as a hand wiped across his lips frowning. Finally he moved, heading for the staff bays to find Jacob's. Fortunately they kept all the staff cars behind security doors with the keys hanging in a hand register panel. Keys were quickly acquired, a quick scribbled note apologizing and letting him know he had to take it just in case Jacob actually came to the club. Mustang roared to life at a volume that would deafen the Bughatti but he hesitated as the door behind it opened. The windows were tinted but not as much as his Bugatti. His "tan" was about to get a lot darker. He should have drank more. It was a dangerous thought as he put it in gear and backed out with a more aggressive lurch than he was expecting… car was suped up, snarly, not as sleek a ride as the powerful Gatti but damn powerful just the same. Steel door was closing as he slammed it into drive and peeled out of the parking lot, fishtail more violent than with his ride before it caught the road and sped down the street. The cabin…. they hadnt been back up to the cabin since………
  14. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    Two hours and a last xray later, he was finally confirmed to be internally "jewelry" free. Standing in his blood-stained briefs he frowned down at the tray that held over sixty crimson covered rounds. God, he really had been on a suicide mission. Chelsea was just finishing up scrubbing her arms in the metal sink as she glanced over her shoulder at him. Nostrils huffed quietly before she turned her back on him again, towel pulled from the hook to dry off her hands. [npc]…let's get one thing straight. Another reckless stunt like this Gabriele.. and I will report it. Don’t think I don’t know you compromised yourself.[/npc] Dark eyes snapped up to look at her, vibrant greens leveled at him with the stern expression of a Catholic school Reverend Mother. [npc]… you think I didn’t notice you checking out my jugular?[/npc] Swallow was thick but he said nothing. He couldn’t deny it. Twice the echo of her blood, the scent of the sweet, just beginning to age ambrosia caught his attention with a viciousness he had not experienced in some seven years. Breaking his vow never to drink again from the heat of flesh had possibly compromised his very soul. And she knew his secret. [npc]You told me once it took you nearly a year to lose that hunger, to get to the point that the bags and bottles were sufficient. I hope it doesn’t take you that long this time.[/npc] He could only nod faintly. Her head tilted towards the hallway. [npc]I will get your crap out of the car. Get washed up, you know where the clothes are.[/npc] Nodding like an obedient, scolded schoolboy, bare feet padded down the hall. He kept clothes here. They used to get dusty between missions, these days there were so many missions they were practically right out of the cleaners bag. Shower ran red forever, freezing water causing bumps to flush all over his skin as he hit his forehead several times against the locker room tile wall. He was suddenly wondering if Bo would even come back with Jacob. What if he decided to stay with his sister? What if…. this was it? Clean jeans were slid over drying flesh, sitting on the old bench to pull on his socks as he tried to shake the ominous revelation that he might have actually said goodbye to the Czech for the last time. Black tee was pulled over his damp curls just as she came back into the building. The ebony sport blazer was tossed over the arm of the office couch as she walked in and dumped a blood stained bag on the coffee table. [npc]…phone's dead, need to charge it and that car needs to go to Pedro's to get scrubbed down and repaired before anyone at Shadow sees it and figures out you are an idiot.[/npc] He couldn’t help the tickle of smile at her. She was right though. Based on the number of rounds she had removed he could only guess how much blood was inside the cabin of his vintage ride. Jacob would lose his shit. [gabriele]…mind calling Pedro to have it towed out today? Since my phone's dead and all.[/gabriele] Her green orbs rolled at him. [npc]…am your doctor not your valet Salvatierra.[/npc] But even as she pulled her purse over her shoulder she was pulling her phone out to make the call. [npc]...I assume you need a lift back to your place.[/npc] He offered an appropriate schoolboy "innocent" smile. [gabriele]..could you?[/gabriele] Again the eye roll as she went to get the car and pull it to the southern entrance where the landing would be in shadow and not threaten to set him on fire. He needed to be home because he hadn't told a soul he was going on a mission. Had he been killed, or worse captured, no one would have known. It really had been a dumb move. While she was getting the car he slid his things out onto the coffee table, frowning at his house keys, phone and two empty guns all covered in dry blood. He quickly went back to the operating room sink to rinse things off as best he could, trying not to douse the phone past the point of operating again. By the time she was dropping him off at Shadow he was ready for that nap. Place was deathly quiet as he made his way up to the private living quarters, hand laying on the scanner to open the front door before tossing the blazer on the couch and plugging the dead phone in on the kitchen counter. Executioner faceplanted on the oversized couch. A couple hours of snooze… that’s all he needed. …..all he needed. Oblivion had come quickly but was far too short lived. Body bolted up, on his feet, canines bared threatening whatever enemy had just woken him from his dead sleep. Big chocolate orbs blinked as the beep of the phone finally getting enough charge to register that a voicemail had been left. Went off for the second time. Hands rubbed his eyes as heavy lids threatened to go back to sleep rather than check it. But if he didn’t want his absence to be so obvious he needed to be "available". Of course the people that would call him also knew he slept days. Grumbling he moved to the phone on the counter, flipping it open he frowned at the little blinking envelop. But as he listened the lower lip was chewed. Frown darkening his brow. Was Bo with "them"? or was Jacob trying to make this easier on the Spaniard. Glancing down he couldn’t figure out when the voicemail was delivered. Five minutes ago? Three hours ago? [gabriele]…shit.[/gabriele] Fingers quickly found the autodial for his head bouncer as he grabbed his blazer and scampered out the door to the garage only to stop dead growling at the empty space. His car was now at Pedro's. He needed a fucking ride because the sun was too high for him to take the motorcycle. [gabriele]…shit shit shit….[/gabriele] Maybe they weren't even at the airport anymore. Foot tapped impatiently waiting as Jacob's phone began to ring.
  15. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    As he sat nearly naked on the rolling stool with her skilled hands digging another bullet out of his back, the dark eyes flicked around the clinic with a scowl permanently etched over them. He had never come in "hot" like this before. The place looked like a bomb went off. Bent steel IV stands littered the hallway, the bags of blood she had set on them for his arrival torn into with enough savagery that spatters were on the damn ceiling. There were far more than she had ever set out before too. She must have known how bad it would be. Damn visions of hers always taking the fun out of surprises. He was thankful this time. He could have really hurt her…. or worse. He didn’t remember getting here. He must have been in full frenzy by the time the Bugatti crashed into the stone wall of the steps outside. That would be a tough one to explain to Jacob, dark chocolate's skimming to the side to peek again out the sunny door down the hall to see the bent up fender half mooned around the corner of the stones. He also must have not had his wits around him anymore to roll up the windows, glancing down to the hands that hung lifeless between his knees he was struck at how dark his skin was, almost reminiscent of his Spanish heritage before he had ever been infected. While it made him look like a damn healthy human, it was a sign he had almost committed suicide without even knowing it. Hand came up to wipe the dry blood from the corner of his lips as she started slicing into healed flesh once more. She had made him stand in the xray box so she could draw "x"s all over him where the bullets had already been healed over. One by one she was cutting fresh into his skin and pulling them out. Last count of the sound of metal plinking into the tray beside her, they were up to twenty six. He had won. Again. Yet he felt utterly and completely defeated. None of this had been about the laboratory or the zombie apocalypse someone seemed determined to unleash on the world. This catastrophic outcome had everything to do with a broken heart that had decided to turn reckless rather than face the pain. [npc]… you about ready to start telling me what the fuck happened this time?[/npc] Blink was pronounced. She had been working in silence for about two hours now, clearly giving him time to fully let the fog of frenzy lift and his wits to come back to him. Looking around the half destroyed clinic and recognizing he very well could have ended up killing her this time… he owed her answers. [gabriele] ….victim of my own success.[/gabriele] That Chels stayed quiet told him she wasn’t buying that answer. He also knew he owed her a lot more. Shoulders lifted and fell with the deep breath before he offered what she deserved. [gabriele]…they were ready for me in a way none of the other camps were. A lot more nocturn-infected on the premises than I have encountered before. Also had significantly more weapons, some geared specifically to take on someone with my strength.[/gabriele] He had to admit, the steel cabled harpoon was a unique and fairly effective weapon, had it been larger and better anchored it might have stood a real chance of stopping him. Metal plinked again in the tray before she slapped his shoulder and hitched a thumb at the examining table. Hopping up onto the cold leather in just his skivvies he shuddered and muttered before leaning back on his elbows just as her hand roughly pushed his thighs apart. [gabriele]Hey![/gabriele] [npc]…quit being a baby… not like I haven't seen it all before.[/npc] The magnifying goggles were pulled down over her eyes as she got to work on an "X" she had marked on his inner thigh. [npc]…and I didn’t mean the camp…. I meant you.[/npc] His breath sucked in as a scalpel cut far too close to family jewels he was keen on keeping. The dark scowl covering his brow betrayed that he knew exactly what she was referring to. The number of wounds, where they were, the depth that betrayed they were often at close range…his precious car half wrapped around her steps…. all were signs of a reckless disregard for his own life. Elbows shifted and broad shoulders hit the leather, head resting back to stare up at the pock marked holes of the dropped ceiling tiles as she worked. [gabriele]…I don’t know Chels….[/gabriele] Eyes closed as he tried to breathe slower and calm everything. [gabriele]… I needed to feel….angry… invincible…. felt the need to taunt death to come for me….[/gabriele] Quiet words were hardly the tone of the Nation's cold blooded Executioner. He was supposed to be the unwavering precision instrument of the grand chancellor. It was pretty evident by his words and his wounds, he was more likely a loose cannon right now. [npc]…I report it and Ausar will have you pulled. [/npc] She was right. The chancellor would have him permanently stationed back in Glamis. Maybe Bo needed the Spaniard gone. Maybe that would be best for everyone. Problem was, if he was gone, he knew the Nation would never protect the Czech the way he would, and no matter how much the Czech might hate him, he couldn’t let anything happen to the man. Sighing softly an arm came up to drape over dark eyes as the head shook. [gabriele]…don’t Chels… its just a pained heart acting out. It will pass.[/gabriele] The woman was a trusted confidant, had been for more than six years now. She knew many of his secrets that were still hidden from the rest of the Nation. Her soft grunt told him she would go along with him…. for now. As the knife bit flesh once again, he wondered how things had gone in New York. For the first time since he had set out on his bloodbath, he let himself remember that Jacob had gone to Bo's rescue… not him.
  16. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    Feet stumbled in the barn, bloody hand pulling on the driver's door handle of the Bugatti. He had done his job, saved the day, took out the "bad" buys. But in doing so, he had been the monster the Czech had been pushing aside since Scotland. Another camp had been shut down… but perhaps this time, it had been at the expense of the Spaniard's humanity. He had run out of "food" but not dripping wounds. Knife's edge of frenzy lending to a wild exit from the barn, wheels spinning and fishtailing before he got the vehicle turned back around and headed towards LA. Orange haze over the thick woods betrayed the cleansing fire he had left behind. When it was all said and done, some forty five bodies lay smoldering in a pile, sixteen of which lay there devoid of blood. Seven years he had not fed from flesh. Seven years of platelets and bottled blood. Seven years of control undone in a single night. A second pyre was burning the "dog pound". The bastards had turned their zombie horde on him and he had been bitten five or six times before he had been able to put them all down. The viral venom now blazing through his weakened system to erupt moisture thick on his brow. He normally worked hard to avoid getting bit. While he couldn’t get the infection, it did cause one nasty case of flu that was doing nothing to improve his feral mood. Wheels finally hit real highway and the Spaniard opened it up, red lining the sport vehicle as he topped 250mph. He would make LA in just three hours. Problem was, it was already after four… dawn would catch him. Windows were rolled down to try and temper the heat of frenzy and fever, knowing the tinted glass would need to go up in about an hour. Leather seat under him was quickly growing slick with his blood as he swerved to avoid the debris on the road. One hour in and ebony orbs were fighting the blurred vision, growl a permanent fixture over the howl of wind through the windows. Canine's ached almost as bad as his empty gut. For all the glut he had indulged in, he was starving. The liquid life lost faster than he had gorged on it. He needed to warn her. Brute fingers fumbled with the glove compartment as he tried to keep the rocket on the road. Phone was finally retrieved, the doc pulled up on speed dial. Her sleepy "hello" was barely over the line when the feral growl rumbled back at her. [gabriele]….coming in extra hot…. just under two hours away.[/gabriele] Phone flicked shut and was tossed on the floor. He hadn't even waited for her to acknowledge him. Chelsea knew what it meant. She knew she needed to get ready at the "abandoned" clinic and that she needed to NOT be the first thing he saw when he got there. [npc]Malaki Min Almawt. How long before the man can no longer stomach the monster?[/npc] Car nearly rolled as he corrected around debris. The words of the Sheut Chancellor haunted the ghost of humanity still in his chest. Growl intensified with the ache. How long….. had come and gone……
  17. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    Ebony pupils had long swallowed any remnant of the human chocolate brown. Descended canines salivated at the air as he continued to struggle against the winch and cable. Tongue snaked over lips still damp with human blood as the devil's own grin slid over them. Finally…. a challenge. Hands that held the steel cable in the colossal tug of war released their grip, flicking back the sides of his trench and plunging into hidden pockets. As bullets sprayed once more, piercing his abdomen and chest, the small eggs came up. Grin sadistically broadened, a steel thin hoop hooking on each canine, pins pulled from the tops before lunging forward. Screams of warning from the darkened barn were immediate as both hands flung the grenades into the abyss of a mouth that gaped wide at him surrounded by weathered red paint. The winch stuttered as one of the small "gifts" landed in the gear and tripped the wheel. His "gifts" were short fused. Unlike most military eggs that had an 8 second timer, his only had 4. The double eruption was deafening, kicking the winch up into the air as the sides of the barn blew off, bodies tumbling out. As the steel went airborne, thick arm spun in the air, wrapping the cable around it before yanking towards himself, the machine tumbling out into the open now disconnected from the base upon which it had been bolted. Corner of feral eyes caught motion, grin satanic as the feet spread slightly further apart. In an instant the half ton winch became a mace, swung like a feather to impact the short sighted that thought they could sneak around the Sheut. Like a gladiator in the arena, the Spaniard flung the "mace" again, swung by the steel cable it arced behind him before slamming into his next target, impact exploding flesh as a hail of bullets pinged off the thick metal, several more sinking into Spanish flesh. Each crimson trickle that fluttered out from torn leather drew him that closer to frenzy, and the monster was loving it. Again the "mace" arced, this time ripping through a smaller cabin wall, roof pitching to one side before collapsing in on itself as he reached into the trench to yank out the colt rail. Shots erupted as ebony orbs picked through the dark with the same ease as their night vision goggles. They were not the only ones that could "read" heat…. only difference was the way he did it left him…. hungry. Heavy boots trotted to the side of the cabin, a trail of crimson following him before he made the wall, grunt was thick before he slammed his chest against the wood, harpoon pushing all the way through the cavity to dangle out the back. Breath labored, gurgling with blood from the lung damaged by the steel rod. Coughing he pushed cable through the hole until the shaft lay on the ground behind him. It too four precision shots from the rail to finally dismember the cable, last remnant pulled through his chest with a groan. Plug of metal gone, the hole poured thick crimson down his back and chest. He waited, hand on the wood wall as he listened and felt the heat move around the camp. They were trying to surround him again. He simply waited. Waited until one was closer than the others. Waning strength was focused into a single burst of energy, the speed nearly at his norm as the fighter was yanked by the throat into the dark of the woods, neck pushed open to let fangs sink into flesh with a shudder of sheer animalistic pleasure. This was a cat and mouse game he could truly enjoy at a carnal level his humanity would loath himself for later. He was….all that the Czech should despise. A sliver of moisture slid along lower lashes before lost once more, blinked away to give himself over to the hunt. This was what the world had made him….. a monster. What good would he ever be if he didn’t at least use that to destroy other monsters. The thought brought a haunted peace as the husk of a corpse was dropped behind the thick tree. Time to get back to work.
  18. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    Speed launched him across the open campsite to the nearest building where gunfire sparkled through the broken window. Enhanced senses could hear orders being barked over headsets as they coordinated their efforts to take down the enemy. With blood seeping from the bullet wound on his thigh and shoulder, the hunger was percolating at the surface. As he reached the window, the door to the cabin behind him opened. They were actually well coordinated. But they were not fighting a normal Sheut either. This was his job and his Survival Initiative had kicked in the moment he fired the first shot, giving him split second warnings of danger and its direction just before it was there. In a battle like this, it made others wonder if he held a clairvoyance, reacting a moment before the danger was there. Spinning around he hit a foot halfway up the building as he jumped against it and launched himself across the open space to the sucker that had dared to try and shoot him in the back. The Spaniard could land with the silence of a feather but here, now, he chose to flaunt his density, his strength. He was looking for this fight in a way that made it very dangerous for them, but also…..for himself. Boot hit earth like a mild tectonic tremor, the machine gun barrel snatched and snapped upward, the vitcim too surprised to hold onto it. Nostrils flared at the heated blood. Human…… Lips peeled from teeth as his chest seized, how long?....how long had it been since he had fed from flesh? Since Ausar had saved him….seven years. Seven years of tight control over the hunger. Seven years of feeding from blood bank bags. Gun was tossed aside, faster than the eye could see the head was pulled to the side and lethal canines found their mark. The first drop of hot mother's milk drew a shudder of exquisite ecstasy up his spine. The feel of the flesh in his mouth, the heat of the blood as it raced over his tongue…. exquisite torture. Arms gripped tight to his prize, the man's flailing growing weaker as his feet left the ground, the powerful arms drawing him up close and tight to feast as though it were a bottomless cavern. Refrigerated platelets did not hold a candle to this. The monster was fully awake. Chest almost whimpered as the flow slowed and he nearly took the last draining drop. The only thing that prevented him from holding a completely empty husk was the hail of gunfire that finally registered through the euphoric haze of feeding. Two bullets shuddered his victim as the enemy tried to get to him through his prize. Snort was derisive as he pulled free from cooling flesh and tossed the body away. He had been bottling himself up for months now, tiptoeing around the Czech, trying to give him the space he seemed to want…. need. The few times he had tried to breach the barrier between them he had been pushed away… not always literally, but pushed just the same. Now that bottled Spanish heat and passion exploded. Daggers slid from hidden sleeves in his trench as he launched himself across the open space towards the most active window once more. The blades were flicked with inhuman speed to find targets in the dark. One had turned on his scope and the little red light had betrayed his line of site. The Sheut ran right into the path, blade flung with enough strength to embed four inches through the mans forehead, breaching skull and brain to drop him like a stone. Two more necks were snapped as they exited buildings, the third he again paused to lavish his hunger. The gluttony of it ran down his lips as he again left a cold husk behind. For every wound he took he killed two and drank a third. Two cabins now devoid of life, he had 5 more to go and the "dog" pen that held their victims. Gun was tossed away as the clip finally registered a blank effort. The glock instead pulled from the holster under his trench. But even as he did he sensed the danger from behind. The whistle of an arrow. Arrow? Really? Who used those anymore? Spinning he easily sidestepped out of the expected path only to have deep brown widen as the shaft moved to intercept. Magic. The thought blossomed in his brain the same second the weapon found its mark. This arrow was more than it seemed. Thick head of the harpoon impacted his shoulder with enough force to drive him back several yards, toes of his boots pressing down to halt the backward motion. Wide prongs erupted out the back of his shoulder, the thick steel two inch diameter shaft sticking out of his chest dangerously close to his heart. The steel cable that was attached at the end was connected to a winch that instantly was pulling, dragging the Spaniard forward towards the stables. Roar boomed from his chest as heels now dug into the dirt, winch struggling against the unnatural strength as the scent of burning oil and metal became prevalent. This camp was much better armed than others he had flattened. It was his fault. His attacks on these labs were brazen and brutal. He never left survivors. Clearly someone had taken notice.
  19. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Scotch & Speed & Zombies, Oh My

    It had taken a good hour to hike up to Beulah. Time that let the self loathing grow as his faith in their bond continued to waiver. [npc]Malaki Min Almawt. How long before the man can no longer stomach the monster?[/npc] "My Angel of Death." It was rare Ausar used the term of endearment for his Executioner. When he did, it was when he was saying something poignant, and something the Spaniard did not want to hear. As the large man wandered in the dark of the woods, Ausar's words haunted the heart while the mind struggled with the thought that perhaps the "how long" had already come and gone. Vanished perhaps with Maree…? He normally came into these camps as silent death, but tonight he wanted to be heard, wanted to be attacked. He was craving confrontation. He wanted blood to spill, even if it was his own. The Spaniard's feral was showing. Approaching the camp, the duffle was slid to the front, zipper snapped open to pull the machete out, the blade quickly tucked into its harness which he swung over his right shoulder and cinched over the broad chest before the arsenal was pulled out. Powerful fingers began tucking knives and explosives into the hidden pockets of the worn trench coat before the guns were yanked free. The green duffle was dropped to the wooded floor as he marched straight through the trees towards the lights shimmering in windows of cabins that should be abandoned. As he approached there was a sentry pacing in front of a cabin that wreaked of infected death. It was another Z-camp. He had destroyed so many of these now that the signs and smells were emblazoned in his senses. He never opened with the gun. Tonight, he let the magnum roar into the quiet night and instantly lights were snuffing out in the cabins as the enemy circled their wagons. Sentry had been dropped instantly, part of his skull missing. Didn’t matter what kind of altered he was, he wasn’t getting up from that. Return fire was immediate, windows breaking out to give better access as the night began to illuminate with the small cracks of explosion. The magnum and eagle both leveled at windows and let his response be heard, arrogant strides moving him closer to the cabins even as the first bullet ripped through his thigh. Pain was welcome fuel to his angry assault. It was dangerous to bleed a Sheut that deprived himself the warmth of the vein, who drank from blood banks and hadn't sunk fang to flesh in years. Tonight he had no desire to question survivors. Tonight he was letting feral hunger satiate itself. Movement in the woods only lit the dark eyes with untamed excitement. Spin and drop to his knee paired with a spray of gunfire. Two shadows dropped to the ground just as his shoulder snapped back from another hit. Growl came with bared teeth, canines viciously descended as he thrilled in every moment, the expression hauntingly close to a grin. The Spaniard's feral was definitely showing.
  20. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Emergency Quarantine!

    The place was disheveled. It had the earmark of a place that had been tossed, or someone having left in a hurry. The place wreaked of Bo's adrenalin which gave credence to both as well. Either scenario petrified him. In the first, someone had finally caught up with them, somehow managed to get through his ironclad security and whisked the Czech away to do god knows what to him. In the second………. …………..in the second…….. Anyone who didn’t believe that Sheut were living creatures with beating hearts should have put their hand on his chest at that moment when the thought that Bodhan had left him crept in to terrify the Nation's Executioner. Ever since getting married had somehow gone from an amazing idea to dust forgotten on the winds in Scotland, the distance between them had grown. He had backed off, given the Czech his space, but it had only resulted in more space between them. Back of his head hit the doorframe of the closet as he tried to pull air into his lungs. The duffle and some of Bo's clothes were gone. He had left. A call ten minutes ago had pushed Sheut business into their lives again, he was supposed to go to Oregon to investigate another possible rogue vampire infestation experimenting with the z-virus. He had come to tell Bodhan only to walk into…. this. For all his strength, he wasn’t strong enough for this. He had spent his entire life denying what he was, denying himself companionship of any kind. Bo had changed that. Now….. The phone caused him to nearly jump out of his skin. Hand fumbled to get it out of his pocket, the small device bobbling a moment in large hands before he slid it open and put it to his ear, his "heart"s name almost escaping his lips before Jacob's voice came across the line. Bodhan had flew off to New York?.... Maree?.... what the hell?! Why didn’t the Spaniard know all this first?!? [gabriele]…I am on my way..[/gabriele] He was already pivoting to head down the stairs to the empty club below when Jacob's "No" caught him off guard. [gabriele]…huh..?[/gabriele] [jacob]Chief, you ever thought that you running to save his ass all the time might be the reason he… you know….seems to be resenting your relationship?[/jacob] Feet had stopped moving. Lips parted but only silence met his Regulator's words. Jacob had a cruel way of putting to words the dark thoughts the Spaniard had been harboring for some time now. The distance between them, the lack of communication. The thought that Bo resented him had already crept into his conscious thoughts. His silence must have been very transparent. [jacob]Hey, I got this one Chief. Won't be a hair harmed on him.[/jacob] That tightness in his chest now strangled. Nod going unheard on the phone. [jacob]….I got this. [/jacob] The reassurances didn’t ease the tightness but he managed finally an "ok" before he hung up the phone. Dying a little more inside. Oregon it was….
  21. Gabriele Salvatierra

    Back to the Beginning

    The week had not gone exactly as planned. Perhaps it was better to say it had gone exactly as he expected. With the reuniting of the siblings the thought of a union flitted away and he consciously ensured it stayed that way while the twins tried to somehow make up for nearly nine years apart. An impossible task in the short week that she was willing to stay. The Spaniard's proposal was best forgotten for now. Something was broken between them and he didn’t know what it was and the Czech, well, he wasn’t talking, not to the Spaniard anyway. The soft close of the door had caused a mild constriction in his chest. He wanted to follow but the younger man seemed to want his privacy. Instead he stood now at the sink hand washing the last of the glasses the three of them had used while senses tracked Bo relentlessly as the younger man picked his way through the woods. Lower lip kept dragging through his teeth as the distance got further and further, forgetting to breathe until the Czech finally stopped his wandering. Dark eyes blinked as he realized he had been drying the current glass within an inch of its life. Huff escaped chapped lips as he set the goblet up into the rustic wood cabinet and gently swung the door shut. Towel was draped over the wooden dowel on the wall before bare feet padded through the cabin, big toe pushing the screen door open as he stepped out onto the porch. Shoulder leaned against the worn wooden post, gaze washing over the creek as wet hands wiped on the hem of the black tee. Creek was swollen this time of the year, the fish thick in its waters which was why he thought it was a good time to be here with Bodhan. But nothing about being here seemed to sit well with the Czech. Thumb absently went for the ring on his pinky only to be reminded that the fixture was achingly missing since he had given it back to Maree. Idly he wondered if the darkness around her was as transparent to Bodhan as it was to himself. It had been strange to see them together. So alike and yet so different. While he frowned, she chuckled at his scowl, when he got quiet, she got chatty. They completed eachother in a way that he…. He let the thought skitter away like the moon on the undulating creek waves. None of this was about him. It was about Bodhan and what he needed. And right now the Spaniard had no clue what the Czech needed. Back to New York? Back to LA? Stay here? For the vampire to leave? Fingers rubbed his brow firmly as the scowl marred his forehead. Somehow thoughts had come back around to himself and how he was... or was not...relating to the man that made an executioner remember what it was to feel.
  22. Gabriele Salvatierra

    And two became one....

    The Spaniard was silent against the wall as she tried to explain away what she had been through. Bodhan was no fool, but perhaps he also wanted desperately for no bad to have happened. Amber tones were hidden in the dark gaze as it flicked to her as she confessed her alteration. The name spoken so deliciously from her lips caused his chest to ache, he felt an intruder on this precious family moment, eyes cast aside as if he could disappear. Rome. He had been to Rome. He had done things in Rome. Things he would never repeat to Bodhan. Sheut sensitivities were pulled out of dark memories as gut flinched at the warmth that flooded the cabin in a way unaltered wouldn’t sense. Looking up in time to see her close her fingers once more. [maree]I was learning what I could do.[/maree] She was full of partial truths. The Spaniard was all too aware of what she was doing and knew it would not last long. Bodhan's mind was far too intricately wired to be misdirected long. Even in the misdirection the Executioner of a nation could see the percolation of questions flicker in the twitch of the muscle in the Czechs cheek and flutter of his lashes. [maree] It’s been a long trip, and I’m starving. What do you have to eat around here anyway? [/maree] He suddenly had a purpose for being there again. Swallow was thick as the faint smile pricked at the corners of dark eyes, nod slight as he pushed from the wall. Soft words lay thick with lingering emotion which weighted the spanish lilt. [gabriele]…my fish… which your brother is not a fan of….. let me see what else I can whip up.[/gabriele] Feet still tracking dirt through the cabin padded quietly to the rustic kitchen. He had told a fib to Bodhan. He hadn't gone to the farm to fetch some other goods. He would tomorrow, he just hadn't had time to get Maree and the food without having been gone far too long, or risking Eris flying back off with her. Wooden handle was pulled on the pantry door as eyes scoured through it. Dusty shelves were full of a whole lot of nothing. He had never brought anyone out here so there had been no reason to keep food. Pulling together the few things in the kitchen he flopped open his duffle still sitting on the counter. He at least had thought to stuff a few things from Glamis in it before they left. He pulled a large plastic bag of grapes and three bananas, setting them on the small wooden table for the siblings as he picked up the rest of what he had gathered. Arms full he padded out to the stove on the deck welcoming the cold night air and escape from the twins intimacy. He didn’t want to waste time getting wood and starting a fire in the kitchen with the deck one already good to go. Knife was pulled off the counter, clean towel wiping the remnant of fish from it before stabbing into the can of beans. Can opener would have been a good addition to his haul. Next time. One small pot was set on the furthest burner as the green beans were dumped into its belly. Dark eyes only looked at the expiration date afterwards. This year but last month. Nostrils sniffed inside. Seemed fine. Good firing and they would be fine. Bread from Glamis was pulled out of the plastic bag and tossed on the sides of the iron stove, away from the burners they would toast without catching fire as the second can was opened as violently. Soon a pot of corn was warming next to the green beans, bread was turned over to toast on the other side while the fish was laying on a pan in the middle off the fire to heat up once more without overcooking. Furl on his brow could be mistaken for concentration but in truth he was trying to figure out if being a "vampire" was something he should have shared with Maree. The two bags in the small fridge under the rustic counter next to some bottles of water were all he had smuggled out of Glamis and he needed to feed…. soon. The scent of the twins warmed blood as it flushed with emotions was a cruel dagger in his chest as dry lips were lightly passed over while he flipped the fish to warm the other side. Feed them first…..Bodhan always first…..
  23. Gabriele Salvatierra

    And two became one....

    He had gotten them out of Glamis as soon as the sun had gone down enough not to scald his eyes as he drove. They had taken his bike but only for fifty miles that flew by. He had slid it into a dilapidated barn, finger over his lips warning Bo not to say anything as he led them on a three mile hike, their bags hoisted over his back, seeking a different barn hidden deep in a wood. He had waited a mile before breaking the silence to explain that while he trusted the Nation, he did not put it beyond them to bug and GPS his bike so they could find him at a moment's notice when in Scotland as it was rare that he was near Glamis. In the second old barn, he had slid the tarp off a vintage Jaguar roadster two seater, hand affectionately running over the fender before he took some time to fill the engine with oil and gas, quietly explaining he drained them when he left not knowing how long it would be before he returned. She had only hesitated a moment before firing right up, the grin boyish and finally losing the tension that had seemed to hang like a cloud since they had arrived in Scotland. The drive had wound through beautiful countryside that nature had reclaimed since the Resonance. The last turn had taken them onto a gravel road that eventually disappeared into grass until he no longer seemed capable of pushing the car through the overgrown mess. Just when it seemed they would need to abandon it, the gazebo structure came up on the left, the floor a thick gravel that he was able to park the car on, the wood roof offering the vintage ride protection from the elements. Bags over his shoulder once more it had been another mile before they walked into a clearing in the woods. The creek was crystalline waters and on its banks, a serene cottage that seemed more in keeping with Bo's preferences than the Spaniards. This was a side of himself that he hadn't really gotten to share with the younger man yet. The lights in the building were minimal, run by a single solar panel, the water ran chilled all the time except when heated on a large wood burning stove and added to the oversized tub on the lower deck outside. The place was rustic, carved wood furniture and old handmade quilts adorning its interior. They spent two days already in the blissful quiet of the cabin, sometimes in deep conversation, sometimes in the silence. The ring Maree had given him was given back to its owner, the larger fire opal once more Bo's as the smaller had been returned to his sister. Gabriele had not been able to sleep the entire day, remaining quietly lying on the large lincoln-log bed not daring to move as Bo lay half on his chest, rhythmic breathing betraying an absolute unconscious sleep. The younger man finally having succumb to exhaustion. But tonight, tonight was special. Bo didn’t know it yet, he knew it was coming but the Spaniard had wanted to surprise him. Before dusk he had finally extracted himself with the skill of a ghost, Bo never stirring under his absence. Smile lingered as he stood watching the younger man. Somehow, this way was right. Not back in LA or even NY…. Here was where they committed to forever. As soon as he could stand the dying rays of sun, he slid out of the cabin to begin preparing. It only took an hour for the ropes to be strung between an array of trees, lanterns hung over them, the candles inside glittering against the waters and damp grass as his bare feet barely made a sound on the moist blades. Two tree stumps would act as the arch as he set a pair of large iron candelabras on each. Bare toes curled in the grass as he looked over his handiwork. It wasn’t a Scottish cathedral, but somehow, it was better. Smile tickled his scruffy cheeks as he pulled the t-shirt over his head, tossing it on the rail of the lower deck before walking into the creek, the shiver ran straight up his spine, the waters near frigid as he dunked, jeans sagging on his hips as he came up, fingers running through the unruly curls before he started staring into the water, dark eyes watching the shadows as he sought to catch fresh fish for Bo. At least out here the younger man was forced to eat healthy, no supplies for sweets out here.
  24. Gabriele Salvatierra

    And two became one....

    As Bodhan railed, the Spaniard could not help but notice the heat in his blood mimicked by the rapid fire acceleration of Maree's heart, warming her blood into something that smelled as heavenly as her brothers. Nostrils flared as the cabin filled with the scent of ambrosia that only he could detect. He was thankful he had bothered to drink at Glamis and that he had brought some supply out here. He would need to be sure he used it tonight to take the edge off. Dark eyes watched Maree look as helpless as himself. Heart ached for both of them as Bodhan fought to come to terms with what stood before him. When he finally commented on her hair, she seemed as relieved as the Spaniard felt. Her approach would have had the older man step away to give them their space, but the grip on his hand seemed a desperate plea for him to stay close and he would never deny the Czech anything. Dark eyes were unreadable as the two gently touched eachother. He was an intruder in a secret exchange yet he remained locked in Bodhan's grip which became their grip as her hand joined the desperate clasp. Swallow was thick as the eyes cast down as though that might give them some privacy…. so warm... so deliciously warm. The Spaniard wobbled a bit when he was released and the siblings fell into eachother's arms. Dirty bare feet quietly stepped back until the strong shoulders pressed against the log wall of the cabin, thankful for the support as nostrils exhaled slowly to cleanse them of the ambrosia lingering. Swallow was thick as the twins began to sob and apologize and explain to eachother. Lower lip drug through his teeth as thick mahogany lashes picked up the moisture that bled over dark orbs. In the few years they had been together, this moment was something that Bodhan had always been seeking, a heavy shadow that lingered over every happy moment. That was why the Spaniard had known they needed to be together before he pledged his life to the Czech. He risked much bringing them together, but it was a risk worth taking… this precious moment confirmed that for him. Back of a hand quickly moved to erase moisture that never fell from dark eyes. No real men cried, the machismo of his childhood had driven that into him long ago. [bodhan]Where did you go?[/bodhan] Dark eyes looked up through the rubbed lashes wondering what she would say, her gaze meeting his. He had kept her secrets. Would she tell them now? The pearlescent greens seem to ask him what to say before Bodhan's own gaze hit him. [bodhan]Where did she go?![/bodhan] Lips parted before closing, the faint furl on his brow clearly displaying the internal fight of what to say before tongue slid over the dry lips. He had never lied to the Czech, but there were things he had left unsaid. Spanish lilt was heavy as the words came softly. [gabriele]….she was hunted… like you….and caught….like you.[/gabriele] Dark eyes flicked to her unsure how much she wanted shared so quickly. [gabriele]….she was held for quite some time.[/gabriele] He knew it was only going to fuel the ginger rage, but Bodhan deserved to know.
  25. Gabriele Salvatierra

    And two became one....

    He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for, but breath held and he waited anyway as the ginger head tilted slightly assessing. Everything froze when his fingers were captured, thumb pressing over the Czechs hand to interlock and assure him he was going nowhere. Glancing up, Maree didn’t look much better than Bodhan. How long since they had seen eachother? The Spaniard wasn’t entirely sure, Bodhan and him hadn't talk about it much. If they had been separated right after the resonance it was over eight years now. He couldn’t imagine how either felt to be reunited, he only knew the devastation he would feel if he were ever separated from the Czech. He would set the world on fire to get him back, and even Ausar knew it. There was still nothing from the Czech. The Spaniard was convinced now that he had gone too far. He should have asked. It was too much for Bodhan to drink in. But as he asked if the ginger wanted him to send her away, the clasp on his fingers became a death grip. Instinctively the older man stepped closer to the younger back. His free hand laying gently against the small of the Czech's back as his clenched fingers responded in kind to ensure Bodhan could "feel" all his support. [bodhan]You changed your hair…[/bodhan] It was as though he was finally given permission to breathe again. Dark eyes lifting to Maree with a gentility that seemed contrary to the strong features. Chin moved forward, lips pressing firm and affectionate against the side of Bodhan's head, the soft words lilted heavily in his heritage. [gabriele]…told you…Sheut can't follow us here. They don’t know about her. The only one that does… I trust.[/gabriele]

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