Lacrimosa

[shut_up_wesley]

 Who: Wesley Crusher, Dok, Alucard and James Kirk
What: A few threats are followed through....it doesn't end well
When: October 21st, just after dark
Where: An empty street in town
Rating: R for violence, language and Alucard being a creeper
Status: Closed/Incomplete

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[ridokulous]

"Hey, you're the one that took forever to get ready! We'd of been out of there by six if it weren't for that bouffant of yours," Dok retorted with a good-natured tease, reaching up to act like he was going to mess up his friend's hair and laughing as he was predictably deterred.

"Besides, you know how I am in the baking section of anywhere, much less somewhere as extensive as that place

[shut_up_wesley]

"My...what?" Dark brows wrinkled in Dok's direction before he had to instinctively duck and bring a free hand up to ward off the doctor's. "What in the heck is a bouffant?" Cochrane, sometimes...this man... A fond sort warmth glinted in Wes' eyes even as they rolled.

"You said you wanted a few things." The young man reminded his companion. "I think the check out girl was wondering if we'd figure out a way to walk out with the whole isle by the time we got there!" Wes teased back, pausing a moment when he felt Dok's hand slip into his. Were his nerves really that transparent?

The thing was, even as a child Wes had never had any reason to fear the dark, or night--the darkness of space was a beauty and a wonder-- one to be treated with a healthy amount of respect, but not feared. Alucard, however...

"I know...thanks." Getting Dok back on the subject of candy was far more comforting in the long run, grinning at the idea of skeletons with manicured nails and then-- "Wait, wait, you can make pretzels from scratch?" Was there anything

[ridokulous]

Dok laughed, not only at the adorable display of indignation, but also at the idea that some days, 'bouffant' really would describe his companion's hair. "You know," he said through snickers, trying to make a swoopy gesture around his own head to try to explain it, "That...coif you've got going on," he said with the stupidest and most adorable grin ever

[shut_up_wesley]

"Hey, I like my updo, thanks." Wes laughed, feeling himself relax a little as the talking distracted him from his surroundings, made the distance between there and the house seem far less threatening even though they had several blocks to go and it was chilly, so most people were inside somewhere. "Next time maybe they'll have an extra cart set aside just for you, with one of those dainty little 'reserved' signs you see at nice restaurants." The mental image was too much to pass up, it really was

[bloodarthsis]

Alucard had received orders from his master:

I have no intention on terrorizing the good people of this town, Master. Only... an old acquaintance from the war, hmn?

From which war?

The ex-Nazi Doktor... I will deal with him...

If you don't, I will.

Alucard would carry out his orders. However, that didn't mean that the old vampire could have a little fun while dealing with the ex-Nazi.

Alucard's reason was not to just end his master's nightmare, but to punish the doctor for what he did to the corpse of his once beloved Mina. That beautiful resplendent woman, exhumed, and researched to the point she was just a skeleton.

Revenge was a fickle bitch.

A single black with six red eyes had been following the doctor and his nerdtastic little boyfriend. The cat skittered across fences and rooftops, keeping an eye on the duo for its master.

The cat appeared before the duo, sitting, looking at them with it's six red eyes...

1/2

[ridokulous]

"I never said I didn't!" Dok laughed in turn, "I'm just pointing out that maintaining that glorious updo was a holdup in getting us out the door," he teased. But for all the hell he gave Wes about his hair, he absolutely cracked up at the idea of a cart with a 'reserved' sign. "I would...actually kind of love that," he admitted through laughter. "The sad thing is, for as much as I intend to come back after I start work, I bet I will have a personalized cart

2/2

[ridokulous]

Through his smile, Dok's gaze set bashfully on the street ahead, trying very hard not to be too conspicuous about how adorable he thought that tone was and, unsurprisingly, failing miserably.

He noticed the cat just as it was jumping down and didn't think too much of it, but when it turned to direct those red eyes at them, every instance of a smile fluidly faded from his features, the light dropped from his eyes and his heart sank to his stomach.

All at once he stopped, pulling Wes to stop too. Numbness set in and caused the bag and the mold from his other hand to fall to the ground, his eyes never once leaving the animal.

There was a moment of stark silence before he spoke, his voice firm and urgent.

"Wesley. Run."

Re: 2/2

[shut_up_wesley]

It was a unique element to their relationship that Wesley understood that it would take Dok a very, very long time, if he ever truly did, to believe that he deserved to be as happy as anyone else. Until then, Wes had decided that he was just contented enough to bask in that expression of pure, heartfelt amazement and joy that the older man gave him. Because, when he boiled it down, Wes simply loved the way Dok would smile at him in moments like those.

So when the cat appeared, Wes didn't pay it a second glance for two reasons--the first was that he was still distracted by the gentle squeeze to his hand and controlling the blush it brought, the second was that creatures with more than the requisite two eyes didn't phase him as much as someone raised in an era of interplanetary travel.

However, the sudden change in the silence between them from content to terrified could only mean one thing...

'Hell, and the protein decompiler isn't finished!' it was so close, too...he could see in his mind's eye mostly welded, needed only two more