Shane Marion (wolfishane) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-05-13 01:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | beauty, big bad wolf, dracula |
Who: Shane, Vlad, Ella
What: Shane is full of the crazy and needs to be knocked the hell out. And locked up. With vines. Hilarity ensues, I'm sure, elsewhere.
Where: 601, 905
When: After this
Warnings: TBA
Shane hadn't been feeling well. It went back before the talk he'd had with Vaughn, the talk that had mostly consisted of threats to get Boyd's money back, but it had only served to make things worse, highlight what was already wrong.
His thoughts felt scatter shot by the time he talked to Boyd, and the idea that he might have followed through on the threats he'd made, threats on an innocent woman's life, just sent him deeper. Nothing made sense anymore. Boyd would be safe now, though, and he clung tightly to that. It was all he had. If Boyd was safe, it had been worth it, no matter how sick he was in the pit of his stomach, no matter how strong that twisting hunger in him to seek some clarity through measured brutality felt.
When someone knocked, it had to be Boyd. He wasn't thinking straight, as she'd put it-if he had been, he would never have asked her to come. All he knew was that he wanted her safe, and he wanted her with him. He'd been so scared for her, so bone-deep scared, and everyone had refused to help. Now, though, she was going to be fine. It would be alright.
So he answered the door without looking to see who it was, as sure that Boyd would be standing outside as he was that things were going to be better, now.