pith (pith) wrote in pithia, @ 2007-09-23 17:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | lkh: ab-vh |
LKH-AB: untitled
Title: (untitled)
Fandom: LKH: AB
Spoilers: up to Cerulean Sins
Warnings: There's nothing overt, but there's hints. If you read LKH's books, you'll be fine.
Disclaimers: LKH owns the original characters and the world. I own this story and all the characters you don't recognize. Do not repost, steal, plagiarize, etc.
Status: Incomplete. I have a bit more, but I've basically stalled.
A shot of whiskey. A steak, rare—with a little cocktail umbrella planted dead in the centre just for kicks. The corner table by the window. Gabriel's favourites at the Lunatic Cafe were well-known, if only by necessity and not preference. The largely werewolf staff and clientele disliked the wereleopard tremendously, but Raina Wallis liked him—liked him a little too much, according to rumour—so he essentially had the run of the place. Raina was the proprietor of the Cafe, as well as the alpha werewolf bitch and lupa to the Ulfric—but it was widely suspected, though not approved of, that her pornography business with Gabriel was basically a front to legitimise their sexual kinks. If Marcus, her mate and the King of the Thronnos Rock Clan, knew about the interspecies infidelity, he didn't let on or move against it. Since the two pack alphas wouldn't ban the wereleopard from the premises, the waitresses simply endured his suggestive comments and gropes; no matter how much the werewolves hated Gabriel for his relationship with Raina or his flavour of lycanthropy, the wereleopard was as much a fixture of the Lunatic Cafe as the mammoth bar.
As soon as the newest waitress, Deanna, noticed Gabriel saunter in, she prepared his drink. The longer he had to wait to be served, the more obnoxious he became, so it was safest to get a head start. "Hey Gabe. What's up?" she said with a bland smile. She knew asking what's up set up a vulgar response from him, but if he was allowed to be a perv, he usually wasn't as much of a bother. "Your table's ready." She handed him the shot glass, but he grabbed the whiskey bottle from her as well. "I—um . . . I'll bring your steak over in a minute."
"You do that." Bottle in one hand and shot glass in the other, Gabriel strode over to his table. He sat and tipped the chair back, planting his boot heels on the window sill. Even though he saw a timid waitress approaching with his meal, his gaze didn't stray from one of his other regulars—his newest addiction, an obsession still unknown to the rest of the Cafe's patrons and personnel. The reason for having a window seat at all.
"Something caught your eye, pussy-cat?" Perfectly manicured nails dug into his shoulders, drawing half-moons of pleasured-pain. Honed teeth chomped down on his earlobe a second before Raina's amber brown eyes peered around the horizon of his chiseled jaw, his blood adorning her smiling lips like rubies.
Gabriel took a moment to lick his blood off his lover's lips, then pointed to a skittish boy on the street corner. "Someone," he corrected lazily, arching his back when Raina ran her nails down his chest. "He's 15 at most...."
"And pretty." Raina regarded the boy's hair, a sleek swath of mahogany that poured down his back in a wave of midnight auburn, with the jealous critical eye all women have in regards to masculine beauty. She nuzzled Gabriel's neck and wrapped her arms around him from behind, her eyes never straying from the boy. "Who is he?"
As if sensing the two pairs of hungry, feral eyes on him, the boy turned and looked at the Cafe for a moment. "Lilac eyes," Gabriel whispered, taken aback by the boy's unusual irises. It was only after the boy turned away that the wereleopard could breathe normally. "I don't know," he admitted at last, raising one of Raina's hands to his mouth and nibbling on her fingers. "He's not too bright: this isn't an area for prostitutes, and he obviously hasn't clued in—"
"Maybe someone should enlighten him." The words were innocent enough, but Raina's eyes were as sharp and deadly as a bronze sword. "He'd be a nice addition."
"You approve, then?"
Raina bit into his neck hard enough that when she drew back, thin strips of bloody skin were stuck in her teeth like floss. "Darling, you should know better than to ask." She wiped her mouth decorously when some hapless humans walked into the cafe, and stepped back. "Do your thing, and let me know when we have our newest toy."
Gabriel looked at the boy again. It was starting to rain, but he didn't leave the corner; he just pressed close the wall of the nearest building, and tried to look cool. "He'll take some convincing. He doesn't look the type to come right away."
"Do what you have to do," Raina shrugged, looking back at Gabriel over her shoulder as she strode to the bar. "Sometimes a longer chase makes for a better capture."
Gabriel finished off the bottle of whiskey, but left the steak. The night's menu had just changed.