knifeofsadness (knifeofsadness) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-09 19:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | abigail whistler, drake, hannibal king |
Who: Abigail Whistler
What: Shopping, or at least trying to
Where: downtown
When: early afternoon into the early evening
Status: In progress
Rating: Maybe R-ish for language?
Their honeymoon had been incredible. Every minute of it he surprised her and she even surprised herself with just how uninhibited she could be. Christmas was ever growing closer. While it wasn't important to her to have a big flashy ring he had gotten her one. And she couldn't stop looking at it and admiring it often. It just sealed things, made it official.
Abby wasn't a shopper, hated doing it in fact. But as it was she needed to find some gifts for him because as long as she'd known King he'd been one big on holidays. She figured it was because of his time under the fang. There was a big live tree sitting in their home, it still needed to be decorated though. They'd take care of it though. She'd let go of the past, stopped thinking about their friends. It was time to let them rest in peace and they would be happy for the two of them.
She made her way from store to store, not finding anything that just screamed Hannibal to her. The one big gift she had for him was easy, but she needed something else now. Something sentimental that he would appreciate. Abby checked her watch and sighed, she needed to get home soon and she still hadn't had any luck at all. She had a few days left still, so she decided to head back home, walking down the busy sidewalks.
She was pulling her cell phone out to call Hannibal to let him know she was on her way home when she was grabbed suddenly and drug down into an alley. The hand around her throat was large and strong as hell. She struggled to reach for the gun in the waistband of her pants beneath her coat. But he caught her hand and turned her around, shoving her face first against the wall, wrenching her arm behind her back hard enough she felt her shoulder go out of place and cried out until a hand came over her mouth.
Abby wasn't going down like this, not without a fight. She struggled still, her arm sending surges of pain through her. "Soon hunter. Very soon." Fear filled her as she heard Drakes voice fill her ears. His grip loosened and she hoped he was letting her go. "Ah.. what's this?"
She felt panic flicker through her nerves, wondering what he was talking about. Then his fingers touched the ring on her finger and she balled her fist up. It did no good. He pried her fingers loose and took the ring off her finger. That was it, she'd had enough. Abby turned, ignoring the pain in her limp arm and used her good one to punch him across the face. That did nothing but get a condescending chuckle from him before his hand came across her cheek hard and she reeled back into the wall. Just like that he was gone.
There was a nasty bruise forming on her face, she felt like she'd been hit with a jack hammer. It took some effort and a few long painful moments on her part to get herself back on the sidewalk. Her good hand clutched her opposite arm and she made her way down the street, ignoring the looks she was receiving from the people that passed by. It seemed like it took years to reach their home. And when she finally did she struggled at the door, leaning heavily against the wall. The door cracked open and she inched inside.
Hot, angry tears leaked down her cheeks. She was hurt and she was pissed. That fucker was going to die and she was going to get her ring back if she had to tear it from his lifeless hand. Finally she closed the door and leaned against it, sinking to the floor. She didn't even know if King was home or not. And truthfully she hated to think what he'd be like. One thing was certain, she wasn't taking this laying down. That bastard was going to die, she wasn't going to be a victim and he didn't know who he'd fucked with.