Gabe Winters (ex_blindside211) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-07-31 17:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-21, domina |
Never Enough
Who: Gabe and Domina
When: Midday
Where: Forsythe and Family Funeral Home - Claire's wake
Domina didn't clearly remember much about the chick who died. She'd been one of the couple that got kidnapped and her dad gave a scholarship, but Domina remembered her as a mousy, rude little girl who needed to learn how to show a little fucking gratitude. The fact that somebody had taken offense and killed her was not surprising.
Appearances had to be made, though. Her story was big right now, so naturally, Daddy had taken up the cause. Unfortunately, Daddy would be debating the hot issues on CNN that, and Domina had been chosen as family ambassador to the wake and funeral. She was an appropriate age, and as her mother had so sweetly put of it, 'we don't ask much of you in return for your free ride. You'll do what you're told.' Great. Fine. Gave her a chance to wear her new garter flask.
Inside the funeral home, Domina first paid her respects to the dazed couple that were pointed out to her as the parents. They were quickly regarded as dim-witted and useless, so she said her piece and walked away. Keeping in character of a respectful, sorrowful woman, she walked to the open casket and pretended to pay her respects. Ugly in death as she was in life. This place needs a better mortician. Eh, guess she didn't give them much to work with. Probably should have been a closed casket. She lingered a few minutes, really putting her acting chops to good work as she sighed mournfully and gently touched the dead broad's hand. Finally the stink got to her too much and she turned away.
Gabe stood on the opposite side of the room from Claire's family, the two of them still not on speaking terms. He couldn't believe Claire's father was there, but it was really past the point of arguing with the bastard. What really ate at him was that they blamed him for Claire's death-- at least, her father did. Maddock and her mother hadn't said much of anything. Maybe it was easier this way, since Gabe didn't think he'd ever be close to them again, but it still hurt.
Running his fingers through his hair, Gabe looked towards the door and wondered if any of his friends might come later. He knew he wasn't expected to stay all day, not like the family, but there were times that she felt more his than theirs. He couldn't leave, even if being there was starting to suffocate him. His eyes turned towards the girl nearest the coffin and he wondered who she was. She looked familiar, but he knew she wasn't a friend of Claire's, so why was she here?
Domina raised her eyes from the floor, just in time to catch someone looking at her. There were several people in the room she recognized as guests from her father's party - this one included. The boyfriend, if memory served? Yes, that was definitely it. She remembered because she couldn't wrap her mind around how that fucked up pair got together. He seemed to have things. Like money. And - gasp - a personality. This should prove interesting. He looked a mess. Offering the smallest of sad, sympathetic smiles, Domina crossed the room to converse with the sad bastard. Unfortunately, the closer she got, the more... itchy she felt. Itchy was the only way to describe it. Like a little tickle of annoyance in the back of her brain, which she tended to get around the angelic blooded. Oh, great. "Gabe, right?" Daughters of socialites and politicians never forgot a name. "You were friends, weren't you? I'm very sorry for your loss. She seemed like such a special person." Domina's tone was perfectly sincere, her expression genuinely mournful. Special ed, maybe.
This girl knew who he was, but had to ask if they were friends? Gabe took a deep breath and tried to fight away annoyance that he knew must be due to the situation. He wouldn't normally be so testy with someone for saying something like that. It was harmless. "Yeah, um, I'm sorry but I don't remember your name," he said with a weak smile. He might as well admit it, since this was the kind of situation where she should be forgiving. "We were close. She was my girlfriend." And best friend, and lover, and mate. Girlfriend seemed so trivial, like she was a passing fancy when that was nothing near the truth. "How did you know Claire?" She'd spoken to her parents. Maybe she was a family friend that Gabe never met.
Okay. Now Domina was annoyed. I am Domina fucking Moriarty. My father paid for your college education, and oh yeah - your dead bitch's funeral. You're welcome, fucknuts. She consoled herself with the fact that his smell gave him away as a wolf, which meant he had to be suffering doubly right about now. With any luck, they had mated. "I'm sorry, how rude of me. I'm Domina Moriarty," she introduced herself. "We met in passing once, at my father's party. My father couldn't be here today, but he'll be at the funeral. I just wanted to pay my family's respects. It's so sad..." That someone didn't catch it on tape. When Gabe clarified Claire as girlfriend, Domina closed her eyes in regret. "I am so sorry."
"Oh," Gabe said, again surprised at how this man had infiltrated his life. He was a politician, sure, but Claire's death had nothing to do with him. Now that she'd identified herself, Gabe remembered meeting Domina, though he had to admit he'd been so torn up over the kidnapping that he'd focused on little other than Claire when she'd returned. "It was nice of you to come," he said, then had to pause. When his friends said they were sorry, he knew they meant it, but something about this girl made him want to doubt every word she said. It was a feeling he'd had before, but he couldn't place where. Plus, he was positive she smelled like an animal of some sort, though he'd not been a werewolf long enough to identify what. "It shouldn't have happened," he said quietly. "Bastard can't get away with it."
'Oh'? OH? Is he for fucking real? Oh yes, Domina might have to keep her eye on this one. To make him suffer someday. Not today - there was less pleasure in kicking someone when they were already down. She'd wait until he'd built himself back up to strike. "Justice will find him, I have no doubt. And he'll deserve everything he gets." Whatever. She'd heard that it was a vampire, and she had to wonder if he was an AG client. If so, someone had earned themselves a discount! Daddy was positively crowing with all the publicity.
Gabe snorted quietly in disbelief. Justice didn't seem to come through very often in his opinion, but that was mostly because he was bitter and angry about what happened. He wanted the monster that killed Claire to pay. He still had trouble believing it was a vampire, even if that did explain the odd smell and lack of heart beat. What bothered him the most was the knowledge that they'd been hunted down and yet there was practically no way to do the same in reverse. A vampire's blood told them nothing other than that it was a vampire. Gabe's memory told the rest of the story. "Unless the police force does a one-eighty over night, probably not. I mean, I've lived here for a couple of years now and more's happened in the last six weeks than I've ever seen. Pigs gotta get off their asses and do something if they want it to stop." Not make the innocent feel guilty about things they didn't do.
Spoken like a true star suspect! Interesting. Domina filed the information away for later. If he was on the suspect list, probably not wise for him to be talking that way in public - especially not things that could be construed as threats. 'If they want it to stop.' Very, very interesting. Personally, Domina didn't think this kid had it in him to kill her. In fact, she was mentally retracting that 'personality' idea she'd had of him earlier. She wasn't too keen about the possibility of this guy making all weres look bad, though. She would have to talk to Daddy about this little encounter. "We can hope," she finally said, looking down at her hands. "It's so senseless."
Something about her answer made Gabe shut his mouth, realizing that he'd been ranting to a complete stranger out of frustration. It didn't feel like anyone was working on Claire's case, but he didn't know that for sure; he was just angry she was dead in the first place. That wasn't anyone's fault but his and the vampire-wolf... or whatever the fuck he was. "Yeah," Gabe said quietly. "It is." Senseless. Why had that monster killed her? Was he just a psychopath? If he was a vampire, he hadn't fed from Claire or even tried to, so what was the point? Gabe shook his head and looked back at the casket, continuing to wish there was something he could do.
Domina's thoughts somewhat mirrored Gabe's, albeit in a much darker way. It did make no sense that the fucker hadn't drained the bitch. Shame for all that blood to go to waste, after all. Which left Domina wondering if the boy with no manners hadn't done something to piss it off. Hmm, that could be something to work with. Guilt was a great way to tear a person to shreds. Later, of course. "Well, I guess I should let you get back to your friends. But if you ever need another were to talk to... I'd be happy to get together sometime. I don't know many others like us in the community yet."
Like us? Gabe didn't say it, which was probably good since it only took seconds to pick up on what he'd missed. She was a were. Not a dog or a cat, but... a bird of some sort? He was still learning to identify all the different smells he could pick up. It was instinct to smell them, but his brain hadn't been learning their associations all his life like a born were might. "I know a few," he said with a little smile. "Not many. Still learning myself." Now he wanted to check with the others and see what they thought of Domina. Surely they'd been more aware after the kidnapping than he had been, having just gotten Claire back. Maybe they'd remember something. "Thank you for coming, Domina. We really appreciation your family's help in all this."
As you fucking should, Domina thought. About time he said something. Domina summoned up a warm smile, ignoring the urge to vomit as she did. "Anything we can do," she replied. "And that holds for the future. If you never need anything, let us know." Not like they all weren't indebted enough to them. Nothing was ever enough.