Gabe (compatiens) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-10-31 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle004, elijah, gabe, incomplete, ricky |
WHO: Gabe, Eli, and Ricky
WHEN: After Dark about two to three hours after Marcus arrives.
WHERE: Mostly within The Red Door, briefly on the road
WHAT: New Client arrives!
WARNING: He’s starving, there will be blood. And Sexy Pole Dancing!
The sun was low on the western horizon, mellowed into an orange and red barely penetrated the cars highly tinted windows. It had been foolish to make head out from Vegas during the day. Dark would have been better, that was the newest part of the mantra he was using to focus his mind. Anything to take his mind away from the way he felt. Distract from the ache, which nestled along his brain steam, its barbed tendrils extending. Why take in a little extra sun?
Maybe the best thing he could have done was asked to be picked up. Why didn’t he think of that before? He had been given assurances that every member of The Red Door staff was deeply trusted. Additionally his demands were met nearly instantly every time he had called with a new thought or concern. Someone with the right personality would at least distract him. Energetic people could make all the difference. After all he had felt fine in Vegas, earlier in the day, fine in Los Angeles earlier in the week. Fine when he was at a book signing or meeting, fine surrounded by people.
Now alone in the car he was most certainly not fine. He had started this mantra of thought to distract himself but it seemed to be a watershed directly feed into the ache. For most of the month he had felt fine, the ache had been there in the back of his brain. Easy to forget about, even when his focus had turned to complete shit. Each individual drew him in. Each wrapped him in their excitement and swept him away but he was still amazed at the power of concentrated energy. He had kept himself well fed, and new there were consequences. What he never realized was how much raw energy could substitute for a real meal, until meals weren’t so easy to come by.
More honestly he should have made the drive a month ago. That was when his sister Kirsty had pulled him aside at a party and told him about The Red Door. She had played it off cool, hit big brother up for a bit of cash and drop him a bone in exchange. That was her usual style but her face was pinched and once she said her peace she retreated. For the rest of the evening she circled the room, keeping a certain amount of distance between them at all times. When he noticed Gabe had tested her, encroached into her space purposefully, she was too quick to renew the distance.
He realized she had to be very unhappy with the energy coming off him, that there was a problem. But a month ago he thought the interviews would stop just as abruptly as they began. Interest would wane. He just had to wait out the interest and then he could quietly go back to his regular routine. His agent insisted he couldn’t. One ex-girlfriend had already given a pretty lurid interview. At least she didn’t directly talk about bloodletting, but someone would eventually.
By the time he arrived the sun had been set for hours. For a moment he sat in the car listening to the hood of his black Barracuda cool in one final attempt to shift his focus. Hopefully the Red Door could deliver what it promised, because it was becoming harder and harder to swallow down the ache and put on the smile. He managed to have a smile on his face by the time he crossed the threshold of the establishment, but it was a tight exhausted smile.