James Weatherby XIV (night_rhythm) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2017-03-24 10:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gilderoi rubinhart, character: james weatherby, location: beyond the academy and camden |
Thread: Gossip, Rumors, and Truth
WHO: Gilderoi Rubinhart and James Weatherby XIV
WHEN: During Spring Break
WHERE: Las Vegas hotel and soon in print and distributed everywhere in viral video.
James buried his face into his hands. He couldn't finish watching the video. On the screen, playing from an unknown email sent to him that morning, he and Gilderoi were in bed together in the same hotel room they sat in now. Hours earlier, they had been enjoying one another's company, freely expressing themselves sexually in all corners and surfaces of the hotel suite. The hidden cameras had caught it all. One in every room.
The sender's message was simple: You've made us very rich.
James could imagine the headlines that were writing themselves as the video was distributed. 'Weatherby heir and Rubinhart son enjoy spring break in Vegas hotel.' 'Number Fourteen is gay! Will there never be a Fifteen?' 'Is this the end of the Weatherby line?'
James' attempts to contact the sender and offer a payoff were not received. The emails bounced back as undelivered. Worse, James wasn't sure the cameras weren't still on, recording his and Gilderoi's discovery that they had just become internet famous in the worst way possible. A sex tape. Whoever had bugged their suite could be watching them even now. It made James' skin crawl and his fangs descend.
"I'm finished." If not his father, his sire would see to it that he was taken out of the picture. A disgrace. James' cellphone started ringing and he grabbed it, crushing it violently in his fist before he could see who the caller was. The hotel phone started to ring a few moments later and James looked at it with an almost unhinged twinge in his face.
What was meant to be a nice week with a friend, a little business, and maybe even a bit of taunting of his ex-boyfriend had turned into James' worst nightmare. His memories of his boarding school in DC, St. Albans, were coming back to him. Only this time he couldn't kill someone and burn down a school to cover it up.