The stairs bottom out at an elevator, and despite the confidence I’m trying to project for Eve’s sake, elevators that go down in this building make me nervous. Who knows where you might wind up?
And, all right, elevators in general are making me relive some interesting moments…
“I think this leads to the parking garage,” I tell Eve, putting my arm around her waist and letting her lean into me. Her hair spills over my shoulder, and in this light, it looks like blood. I clear my throat and listen to the whir of the gears pulling us to a stop. “Here we go.”
The doors slide open, revealing … a car collector’s wet dream. “Holy shit.” It’s like a goddamn show room in here! Vintage pieces, models I haven’t even heard of let alone seen … the man’s got three Ferrari’s in row, for crying out loud! Son of a bitch, don’t tell me this is the price of Angel’s precious soul?
Well. At least our getaway car is going to be fast. “If it’s true what they say about overcompensation, Angel’s got a dick the size of a…”
I let Lindsey lead us down the hall to the elevators, clinging to him and resting my head against his chest as we head down. His heartbeat was soothing to my ears and I felt myself relax slightly.
Mistake number one I think.
As soon as the door's opened I could feel it, I didn't have to see it because I knew that feeling for so long. Hamilton. Oh god, he's going to stop us or he's going to hurt Lindsey once he see's what kind of shape I'm in right now. Lindsey moves in front of me, hiding me behind him and from Hamilton. It won't work, I know it won't
( ... )
When MacDonald sees me, he steps in front of Eve - the gallant knight protecting his damsel in distress. It would be funny, of course, if it weren't so incredibly pathetic...
Alright. So it is a bit funny, too.
No more so than Eve's attempt at, presumbly, returning the favor. Yes, let's put on our game faces, children. It won't help you, but it could be entertaining for me.
I tuck my hands in my pockets and come to a stop about a foot away from the elevator. And consider.
"Coming to pick up your brain child girlfriend?"
Now what might Eve mean by that..? An interesting question.
"I see that you have. Come to retrieve the missus, I mean." I shift my gaze from Eve, looking even more frail and girlish than she had before she'd been made mortal, to MacDonald. Standing at his full height, for all the good it does him. "My but your dance card's been full this evening."
He hasn’t killed us yet. Which either means that he’s in a good mood, or simply a playful one, drawing this out. But although my heart’s pounding and I’m damn near trembling with an overdose of good old ‘fight-or-flight’, my fear is coming full circle. So scared that I’m not afraid anymore.
Okay, less afraid. I’ve heard what this guy can do.
"My but your dance card's been full this evening," he observes, the very picture of casual power. I brush off the little shot of jealousy that washes over me and force a smile
( ... )
I glanced over at Lindsey and looked at him questionably. What the hell? I think he's been locked up for way too long, he's not making much sense and if it's one thing, Lindsey always makes sense. He was one of the firm's top lawyers, this really isn't like him. Something's up, something happened and I'm determined to find out, even if I am losing my own mind.
"You know Hamilton, you are wasting The Partners precious time sitting down here with us, best you go on and scurry away to be Angel's little manbitch." I smirked at him, the sick feeling twisting in my gut as I remembered how it felt to be under the partners thumb. Granted at the time all of the power and promise it held was nearly addicting, the freedom's it took away weren't right at all.
Turning to Lindsey I laced my arm in his and held his hand. "I think we should go, not like Angel could stop us anyhow. Unless he feel's like walking out in sunlight." A cruel smirk crossed my lips as I remembered something from Angel's file. "Then again he would only do that for Connor
"Eve, Eve, Eve... Let's not resort to name calling. We're both professionals here." I pause, pretending to think about it. "No, wait... That's right. We aren't."
I lean back on the balls of my feet, hands in my pockets, the picture of casual interest. "Not since you sacrificed yourself for Mr. MacDonald, Angel's favorite new..." How did Wesley refer to him? As Angel's new "toy"? I watch MacDonald's face as I consider revealing that tidbit of information. Then settle for "...runaway." Let Eve think that I'm Angel's "manbitch". I can appreciate the irony. I lean forward slightly, smirking. "So what was that about walking in sunlight?" I let my smirk fade
( ... )
I watch with all the morbid fascination of a rubber-necker at a car wreck as the situation goes from bad to really, horribly, I-think-I’ll-just-cower-now worse. Damned if I know what’s gone down since Angel had me locked up, but my girl seems to have lost her mind. (Please, let her be all right…) I take her arm when she offers it, seriously considering shushing her if I didn’t think she’d get upset, and oh god, she’s smirking at the guy who could snap us in half like dandelion stems, and she really has lost it.
Hamilton bemused gaze drifts over to me, and if he decides to fill Eve in on Angel’s petty foray into bondage with yours truly, this could get seriously ugly.
I’m allowed about half a second of relief as he opts for the less incriminating ‘runaway’, but Hamilton’s smile disappears as he moves forward, and my heart is back in my throat. My grip on Eve’s wrist is too tight, and I think I’m probably hurting her. "If I were you, it wouldn't be Angel I was worried about."
No sudden movements … don’t even breathe. If Liaisons
( ... )
He was close enough to snap our necks and that made me nervous. For an instant I was tempted to find a way to tick him off just a bit more, let him end it for us both; maybe make the suffering and confusion go away. I hated seeing Lindsey like this and I hate feeling the way I feel.
I realized then - maybe it was me snapping to my senses - that Lindsey was still bound by contract and bound to the firm. Then there's me... Mortal, helpless, vulnerable...there was no coming back for me, no bound by contract, nothing tethering me to this realm...
The bleakness of that finally hit me and a small part of me snapped even more than I already had. My grip on reality was starting to slip again and I gripped onto Lindsey a bit tighter than I was before.
“Then I guess it doesn't make much of a difference one way or another if we leave, huh? Angel won’t care much, and I’m sure you’ve got no personal interest in Angel’s … in us. Hell, it certainly gives you an interesting memo to deliver. You should let us go.”Keeping my smirk in place I nod
( ... )
I will give credit where credit is due. Eve's false bravado is proving itself to be not so false. Inexplicably foolish, of course - but not false.
Or perhaps it isn't so inexplicable. It's sad is what it is. What one will sacrifice in the name of "love". There is about as much reason in Eve's eyes as there is understanding of just what she's done to herself when she tilts her chin at me and announces her departure.
The step she takes around me, pulling MacDonald with her, has an instinctual effect on me. The Senior Partners did create their liaisons for doing more than office work, after all. Eve's casual dismissal is as provocative for that reason as MacDonald's obvious fear and paltry attempts at negotiation. It takes a moment's effort to hold myself still and say, "Oh, I don't think you want to be running off so soon."
We’re dead men walking. Well, one dead man and one dead woman … my point is that I stop in my tracks at Hamilton’s casual threat, taking hold of Eve’s elbow in a firm grip and stopping her as well. Something is wrong. I can see it in her eyes. She’s got her very best game face on, but underneath that mask, there’s straight up terror. And it’s not Hamilton that’s got her scared. Obviously.
“What’s happened to you?” I mutter fiercely, silently pleading with her to stay silent as I turn my attention back to Hamilton. She’s going to get us killed, and I’d rather not meet my end on the hood of one of Angel’s luxury cars, thanks.
“You’re the boss here,” I tell Hamilton, my stomach twisting when I notice how rarely the man blinks. Nice to know that non-humanity isn’t always a turn-on for me. “Plenty of ways you could turn this to your advantage
( ... )
My teeth clench when Lindsey grips my arm, wondering if he realized that now that I was mortal he couldn't handle me how he used to. I bruise easier now then I did before, things were a lot different before I was human. I didn't fear anything and I had everything at my fingertips.
“What’s happened to you?”
I turn and glare up at him, wanting to give him a piece of my mind but I refused to do it in front of Hamilton, I wasn't going to give him more ammo against us.
“You’re the boss here...Plenty of ways you could turn this to your advantage. So … what’s it going to take for you to let us out of here?”
There's nothing in the world that could stop my stomach from twisting at how easy Lindsey's bending to Hamilton, I have no words to say that won't get us into more trouble or get Lindsey madder at me.
It all came down to everyone but me having the upper-hand and I wasn't pleased with this at all. I wanted my life back...or maybe it was just the lack of life to begin with that I wanted. I wanted to be out from under someone's
And, all right, elevators in general are making me relive some interesting moments…
“I think this leads to the parking garage,” I tell Eve, putting my arm around her waist and letting her lean into me. Her hair spills over my shoulder, and in this light, it looks like blood. I clear my throat and listen to the whir of the gears pulling us to a stop. “Here we go.”
The doors slide open, revealing … a car collector’s wet dream. “Holy shit.” It’s like a goddamn show room in here! Vintage pieces, models I haven’t even heard of let alone seen … the man’s got three Ferrari’s in row, for crying out loud! Son of a bitch, don’t tell me this is the price of Angel’s precious soul?
Well. At least our getaway car is going to be fast. “If it’s true what they say about overcompensation, Angel’s got a dick the size of a…”
Oh shit. Hamilton.I step in ( ... )
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Mistake number one I think.
As soon as the door's opened I could feel it, I didn't have to see it because I knew that feeling for so long. Hamilton. Oh god, he's going to stop us or he's going to hurt Lindsey once he see's what kind of shape I'm in right now. Lindsey moves in front of me, hiding me behind him and from Hamilton. It won't work, I know it won't ( ... )
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Alright. So it is a bit funny, too.
No more so than Eve's attempt at, presumbly, returning the favor. Yes, let's put on our game faces, children. It won't help you, but it could be entertaining for me.
I tuck my hands in my pockets and come to a stop about a foot away from the elevator. And consider.
"Coming to pick up your brain child girlfriend?"
Now what might Eve mean by that..? An interesting question.
"I see that you have. Come to retrieve the missus, I mean." I shift my gaze from Eve, looking even more frail and girlish than she had before she'd been made mortal, to MacDonald. Standing at his full height, for all the good it does him. "My but your dance card's been full this evening."
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Okay, less afraid. I’ve heard what this guy can do.
"My but your dance card's been full this evening," he observes, the very picture of casual power. I brush off the little shot of jealousy that washes over me and force a smile ( ... )
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"You know Hamilton, you are wasting The Partners precious time sitting down here with us, best you go on and scurry away to be Angel's little manbitch." I smirked at him, the sick feeling twisting in my gut as I remembered how it felt to be under the partners thumb. Granted at the time all of the power and promise it held was nearly addicting, the freedom's it took away weren't right at all.
Turning to Lindsey I laced my arm in his and held his hand. "I think we should go, not like Angel could stop us anyhow. Unless he feel's like walking out in sunlight." A cruel smirk crossed my lips as I remembered something from Angel's file. "Then again he would only do that for Connor
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I lean back on the balls of my feet, hands in my pockets, the picture of casual interest. "Not since you sacrificed yourself for Mr. MacDonald, Angel's favorite new..." How did Wesley refer to him? As Angel's new "toy"? I watch MacDonald's face as I consider revealing that tidbit of information. Then settle for "...runaway." Let Eve think that I'm Angel's "manbitch". I can appreciate the irony. I lean forward slightly, smirking. "So what was that about walking in sunlight?" I let my smirk fade ( ... )
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Hamilton bemused gaze drifts over to me, and if he decides to fill Eve in on Angel’s petty foray into bondage with yours truly, this could get seriously ugly.
I’m allowed about half a second of relief as he opts for the less incriminating ‘runaway’, but Hamilton’s smile disappears as he moves forward, and my heart is back in my throat. My grip on Eve’s wrist is too tight, and I think I’m probably hurting her. "If I were you, it wouldn't be Angel I was worried about."
No sudden movements … don’t even breathe. If Liaisons ( ... )
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I realized then - maybe it was me snapping to my senses - that Lindsey was still bound by contract and bound to the firm. Then there's me... Mortal, helpless, vulnerable...there was no coming back for me, no bound by contract, nothing tethering me to this realm...
The bleakness of that finally hit me and a small part of me snapped even more than I already had. My grip on reality was starting to slip again and I gripped onto Lindsey a bit tighter than I was before.
“Then I guess it doesn't make much of a difference one way or another if we leave, huh? Angel won’t care much, and I’m sure you’ve got no personal interest in Angel’s … in us. Hell, it certainly gives you an interesting memo to deliver. You should let us go.”Keeping my smirk in place I nod ( ... )
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Or perhaps it isn't so inexplicable. It's sad is what it is. What one will sacrifice in the name of "love". There is about as much reason in Eve's eyes as there is understanding of just what she's done to herself when she tilts her chin at me and announces her departure.
The step she takes around me, pulling MacDonald with her, has an instinctual effect on me. The Senior Partners did create their liaisons for doing more than office work, after all. Eve's casual dismissal is as provocative for that reason as MacDonald's obvious fear and paltry attempts at negotiation. It takes a moment's effort to hold myself still and say, "Oh, I don't think you want to be running off so soon."
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“What’s happened to you?” I mutter fiercely, silently pleading with her to stay silent as I turn my attention back to Hamilton. She’s going to get us killed, and I’d rather not meet my end on the hood of one of Angel’s luxury cars, thanks.
“You’re the boss here,” I tell Hamilton, my stomach twisting when I notice how rarely the man blinks. Nice to know that non-humanity isn’t always a turn-on for me. “Plenty of ways you could turn this to your advantage ( ... )
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“What’s happened to you?”
I turn and glare up at him, wanting to give him a piece of my mind but I refused to do it in front of Hamilton, I wasn't going to give him more ammo against us.
“You’re the boss here...Plenty of ways you could turn this to your advantage. So … what’s it going to take for you to let us out of here?”
There's nothing in the world that could stop my stomach from twisting at how easy Lindsey's bending to Hamilton, I have no words to say that won't get us into more trouble or get Lindsey madder at me.
It all came down to everyone but me having the upper-hand and I wasn't pleased with this at all. I wanted my life back...or maybe it was just the lack of life to begin with that I wanted. I wanted to be out from under someone's
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