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[justgabriel]

Gabriel reluctantly got out of bed, making his way over to his closet. He pulled out a suit and began to change into it. Paris was gone now and they were left with the reality of the cold cell room. Definitely a disappointment. He would have liked to spend all day in bed with her (at least the second time had gone better for both of them) but they

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[electrocutesy]

To say that Elle was a little furious to see Angela sitting in her Daddy's chair, behind her Daddy's desk, with all her Daddy's things was perhaps a bit of an understatement. Not even Gabriel's fingers laced through hers helped the rush of indignation she felt.

She never liked Angela, for so long she couldn't even remember why, but this right here seemed like a good enough reason to start with justification. Suddenly the weight of her father's death felt a bit heavier, and so by times more real, and it made her angry he was gone. Taken from her from some bastard who no one would even tell her about. She felt wrathful, her skin humming with charging electricity, her eyes starting to burn.

Angela's wrinkled, ugly, old face appraised them indifferently, and she gestured to the couch--her Dad's couch for them to sit, her posture regal and commanding.

Elle wanted to hurt her as she obeyed, her jaw tightening. It wasn't Angela's fault her Dad was gone, not really, but she was a good enough target.

"What gives you two the right to slaughter an employee and an agent of this company?" Angela asked simply, like a disappointed mother, but lacking any sincere concern. It took a liar to know one--and Elle would know.

Elle met her hard stare levelly. "I didn't like her."

[justgabriel]

Gabriel was a little more nervous than Elle was entering the office. He couldn't help it. Angela had been kind to him, almost nurturing and motherly, taking over the roles his parents had left behind in the accident. She had been the first one to see how special he was. That had to count for something, right?

Not to mention all the wonderful presents she had given him.

At her question, Gabriel merely shrugged his shoulders. "I thought I could make better use of her power than she did."

Which was sort of true. He left out the part where he hadn't liked Candice interrupting them, or upsetting Elle.

[electrocutesy]

"Gabriel," Angela said firmly, her glare moving from Elle's defiant expression to him. "If you wanted Candice's ability, you should have asked first. Instead, you have cost your home an agent and a mess that must be dealt with accordingly," she scolded harshly. "And as for you, Miss Bishop." Her voice grew darker, and infinitely more disapproving.

Elle braced herself, her nails digging into the back of Gabriel's hand. She was probably hurting him, but she hardly noticed. Angela's thin fingers folded on top of the desk, her painted lips scowling, and all Elle could think was that was her Dad's desk. And this was her home.

"You should know better. The only reason you were ever trained to be an agent was because of your father's insistence. You are a violent, selfish, and unreliable child who clearly cannot be trusted to perform the simplest of tasks. Have you taught him anything yet, Elle?"

Elle didn't know it was possible to be so angry. Had no idea she could be seething so completely she was trembling. Violent? Selfish? Unreliable? The only thing she'd done her whole entire life was try to be good enough to be an agent. The only thing she'd ever wanted was for her Daddy to tell her she was doing a good job, that she was doing everything right, that she was the best.

All of her was in this damn company. All of her.

She sucked in a shaking breath, her teeth clenched. "Not yet."

[justgabriel]

"You're not going to fire her, are you?" Gabriel's voice became a little more desperate and his hand gripped Elle's tightly. He wasn't going to let them take Elle away from him. She was his. She belonged to him. "I promise, I'll ask first next time."

Angela pursed her lips tightly, in an almost smile. It was like she knew something they didn't. "You'll see to it that you don't, Gabriel. I would hate to have to punish you. After all, you have so much potential. You could be the best agent we've had yet."

Gabriel couldn't help but swell a little at her praise. The best agent they ever had. Because he had potential, he was special. Which was probably the reason why he seemed to only be getting a warning for killing Candice instead of a more severe punishment.

[electrocutesy]

Elle couldn't help the rush of jealousy she felt, the rage still consuming her like hot, agonizing flames. She didn't need nor want Angela's approval, but that was--that was who she was. How her Dad talked to her. She practiced so much, and tried so hard, and now Gabriel was just the better one because he was so powerful and could take so many powers, and she felt a little sick about it.

A little sick about how they were talking about getting rid of her like she was a misbehaving child. She was right. Gabriel got a slap on the wrist. Only she got one right across the face.

She stood, wrenching her hand from Gabriel's and looking at some point over Angela's stupid, hideous head. "I'll get right on training him," she seethed, and moved to walk straight out the door.

[justgabriel]

Gabriel glanced at Elle's retreating body, and then back to Angela. "Is there anything else?"

Angela shook her head lightly. "No. That is all for now. Just remember to be careful in the future. Ask before taking. You need to learn self control or your power will be the one controlling you."

He nodded his head and got up, using his long legs to catch up with Elle as she stormed down the hall. He didn't know exactly what he was supposed to say or do, but he didn't like seeing her so upset.

[electrocutesy]

She heard his footfalls halfway down the hall, her fists clenched at her sides, and didn't even bother glancing at him. She was still shaking, and she wanted more than anything to kill that stupid bitch. "She's just trying to manipulate you, you know," she snapped angrily, her voice wavering. "She doesn't care about you. You're nothing but a project and a lapdog to her."

[justgabriel]

"You're wrong," He snapped a little defensively. He didn't want to believe it. "She does care about me. She just wants to make sure I live up to my full potential." Because he was special.

Elle was just...jealous or something. That wasn't his problem.

[electrocutesy]

She couldn't believe how utterly thick he was acting, how he'd looked at Angela like she was some fucking saintly being. She had noticed--she had past her anger, or maybe in addition to it.

Her hair whipped the air as she spun around, and maybe she was jealous, and maybe she was vindictive, but it was the truth she was telling him now. He should know the truth, and she didn't know why else that seemed so important to her other than she liked him, she'd given him her body, and okay, maybe a little bit of her heart with it too.

"She's just making sure you've been broken in like a dog, Gabriel," she hissed, her blue eyes fierce and her nails digging into the center of her palms. "Do you know what Noah told me to do the night before we met? He told me to make you feel at home, remember? Why do you think I was wearing some stupid dress and flirting with you? She doesn't care. She just wants to make sure you stay here like a good boy."

[justgabriel]

"I am not a dog," He hissed in angry tone. He wasn't. Elle was wrong, he knew she had to be. Angela had rescued him. Taken care of him. Given him gifts and is trying to help him reach his full potential. Elle just didn't understand Angela like he did, that's all.

"And is that why you slept with me?" He accused at her other comment, his anger getting the best of him. He found himself speaking before thinking. "Because you wanted to make me feel at home?"

Maybe she hadn't been a virgin, maybe it had all been some kind of clever ruse. He couldn't help but let his paranoia get to him a little.

[electrocutesy]

Her cheeks flushed, her rage pooling blood into her face at his words, and she stepped forward to shove his shoulders with a vicious spark. "Don't be a jerk!" And then because she couldn't help it, she shoved him again, shocking him hard enough to send him sprawling to the floor. "I slept with you because I like you, you stupid bastard," she exclaimed, seething. How dare he ask her that, like she wasn't any better than a whore? It hurt. It hurt a lot, all over. Words choked in her throat, and she gritted her teeth. "For someone who's not a dog, you sure act like one."

[justgabriel]

"Yeah, well you sure act like a bitch sometimes," He hissed in anger, pulling himself off from the floor. Okay, so maybe accusing her of...basically being a whore was pretty low, but she had started with the low blows, in his defense. He took another step closer to her, grabbing her shoulders. "I'm a dog and you're a bitch, I guess that makes us pretty even."

[electrocutesy]

It did not. She pushed his hands away, swatting and throwing them off of her, and nearly spit in his face. She tried to not let it get to her that she just admitted to liking him and he just called her bitch. It wasn't a big deal, anyway. "Don't touch me," she growled, and then lifted a finger to jab it into his chest. "If you have trouble seeing her for the manipulative bitch she is, then you're a waste of my time and the Company's. Rub your two brain cells together or get out of my way."

[justgabriel]

"No," He argued, grabbing her again. "I like you too much to just get out of your way," He hissed. Lord knows why it took arguing like this for them to admit things like that to one another. But he wasn't just going to let her storm off. He might have been pissed off, but that didn't mean he was going to just let her leave.

[electrocutesy]

She let him hold onto her, his hands bruising her arms, her lips parting on a sharp, painful gasp. It wasn't because he said he liked her too, and it wasn't because he said he wouldn't let her go. Maybe there was just something about the nearly rabid determination in his eyes that churned her stomach in both fear and excitement, that made the words feel real. Elle leaned in a little closer, her lips twisted into a sneer. "How romantic. It doesn't change the fact that you're being stupid."

[justgabriel]

"I'm not" He insisted stubbornly, pulling her in a little closer now. His thoughts were a twister of different emotions and he couldn't quite decide if he wanted to kiss her or hurt her. He kind of wanted to do both, honestly.