LMoM Day 1- The Acid Queen Title: The Acid Queen Author:thescarletwoman Rating: R Pairing: Remus/The Acid Queen Kink(s): chan, implied dub-con Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 1600 Summary: John Lupin decides to take his son to the infamous Acid Queen in the hopes that she can solve his son's furry little problem. In the end, they get more than they bargain for. Notes: The beginning of what hopes to be a 31 day story arc. The Acid Queen and the lyrics come from The Who's Tommy. And to Rose for the uber-speedy beta. :D pervy_werewolf's LMoM Day 1
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If your child ain't all he should be now, This girl will put him right. I'll show him what he could be now, Just give me one night!
Give us a room, close the door. Leave us for a while. Your boy won't be a boy no more; Young, but not a child!
"Come, Remus."
He looks up at his father, lost and confused. Across the room, mum won't quite meet his eyes. She sits in her favourite, worn chair, wringing her hands and looking anywhere but at the pair of father and son. Dad moves closer, clapping a firm hand to Remus' shoulder.
"We'll be back soon, Janelle," his dad says, the grip on his shoulder fast becoming painful.
"Where are we going?" Remus finally asks once they're out of the house.
His dad doesn't reply beyond motioning towards the car. Obviously, Remus reasons, they're going someplace Muggle, otherwise his dad would have Apparated them to their destination. He fidgets in the front seat, noting the grim expression on his father's face and he's not sure why his father is so worried. The car growls to life and it reminds Remus of his own feeble growls during the full moon. The thought brings about a shudder, but his father doesn't notice the moment of uncomfortableness that passes in Remus. Remus sits quietly, his hands in his lap while he watches the kilometres pass by. Soon enough, he begins to recognise landmarks and he cannot help the squeal of delight. It isn't often they venture into Muggle London!
Remus's parents are always too worried about someone figuring out that their son is a freak of nature.
A werewolf.
Remus hugs his arms around his chest, curling up on the front seat while he watches the car ease into the busier city traffic. Soon, though, the sights become less and less familiar and Remus wonders briefly if they're lost. Beside him, his father grows tense, his knuckles almost white where he grips the steering wheel.
"Where are we, Dad?" Remus asks, his body picking up on the sudden change in atmosphere within the car.
"Whitechapel." The reply is short, clipped and his father doesn't even spare a glance in Remus's direction.
"Whitechapel!?" The word comes out as a squeak, Remus's eyes growing wide. "But that's where you said we better stay away from," Remus argues, looking around apprehensively. "Isn't that where Jack the Ripper..."
"We have nothing to worry about from him. And if you stay with me, we'll be fine."
Remus nods slightly, though he doesn't stop staring out the window. His young mind is concocting all sorts of stories and imagining that Jack is there, just beyond reach, lurking in the shadows. His imagination kicks into overdrive and he amuses himself for the rest of the ride picturing all the places Jack could be lurking. It isn't long before his father stops the car just outside of a dingy, dilapidated brownstone. The building itself seems right out of the Ripper myth and Remus cannot suppress a shiver. To imagine is one thing, to insert oneself into the story is another altogether.
"Why are we here, Dad?" Remus asks softly, finally glancing at his father.
His dad is pale, his features ashen and Remus realises for the first time that he is truly scared of what waits behind that door. Seeing Without a word, his father opens the driver's side door and it's out of sheer habit that Remus follows suit. Inspite of the calendar day speaking mid-July, the air seems chilled and Remus cannot stop shivering. A hand rests on his shoulder once more, but Remus can take no comfort from it.
"There's a woman..." his dad finally speaks, hand raising to ring bell. "She says she can... help you..."
"I don't need --"
"She can possibly cure you," his dad says sharply, interrupting Remus.
Remus swallows hard and looks at his feet, unconsciously rubbing the bite mark on his upper left arm. "She can keep me... keep me from transforming?" Remus queries, his voice barely above a whisper.
"That is what she says."
His father takes a deep breath as if he too doubts the validity of the statement. Remus watches his father carefully, wondering what is going on inside his mind while his finger hovers over the buzzer like a too-still dragonfly. At long last, though, his hand moves forward, depressing the dirty button and filling the air with the harsh sound of the buzzer. A few moments later, though it seems like an eternity they've stood on the doorstep before the run-down complex.
"What can I do for you, sugar?"
Remus starts at the sound of the voice, looking up at the woman. She looks as if she could have been pretty at one time but those years are long since gone. Her face is worn, her red hair far from vibrant, but instead looks more like a faded auburn. Her dress (if one could even call it a dress) is torn in more places than Remus can count and he sees a hint of nipple peeking out from one of the holes, another tear reveals her thigh while another... Remus forces his gaze to the floor.
He may be young, but he knows all the parts of the female anatomy. He and Sirius had pored through that Muggle physiology book Peter had brought back to school after holiday one year.
"We spoke, you said you could help my son."
The woman kneels in front of Remus, grasping his chin between her thumb and fore-finger. "Ah, yes, our little pup." A peculiar glint can be seen in her eyes and all Remus wants to do is run away yet her hand on his face holds him steady. "I cannot cure him --"
"You said you could!" his father interrupts, pointing an accusatory finger at the woman.
"I said I could help, lover. Settle yourself down." She rises to her feet, keeping one hand on Remus' shoulder. Remus glances at the ripped fingernails, at the chipping polish on what's left. How could his father have done this to him? "I can help him so that his transformations aren't quite so bad. It starts with me."
"What... what will?" Remus asks before he can stop himself.
"Flesh."
Remus pulls away from her grip violently, and pitches backwards, falling to the dusty floor. He crab walks away from the woman, moving until his back hits the wall or the door. Remus isn't sure but he isn't about to take his eyes off the whore.
"I'm not a murderer!" Remus cries out, wrapping his arms around himself.
"I never said you'd have to be, sugar," the woman says, kneeling before Remus. Maybe backing himself against a wall had been a bad idea. Now he has nowhere to run. Her hand slides up his thigh, Remus whimpering softly. Why is his father doing nothing to help him. "It is the pleasure of the flesh that will help you." She stands, leaving Remus alone on the dirty floor and turns towards his father. "You remember the deal. I'm the Acid Queen and you pay me before we start."
Remus's stomach flip-flops when he sees his father pass her a few coins. Her smile turns feral when she turns to look at Remus. Without a word, his father leaves them and the woman, The Acid Queen, Remus mentally corrects himself, coaxes Remus to his feet. He shuffles behind her, up the stairs and to a room that is no less depressing than the rest of the building. Her dress practically falls off her body and Remus cannot suppress a shiver seeing her nude form.
She lays back on the bed, beckoning to Remus.
"Come on, sugar," she says, her fingers dropping between her legs. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Remus shakes his head, back pressed up against the door and as far away from her as he can get.
"Do you want your transformations to be easier? Not as painful?"
Remus hates himself when he mutters 'yes' under his breath.
She slides from the bed and crosses to him. Her hands lift the t-shirt off his body and she wastes no time touching him between his legs. Remus squeezes his eyes shut, hoping this will end. Her touch is gentle but it's far from easing his mind in any regards. He can only follow blindly as she leads him to the bed, naked, and settles herself atop him.
Remus John Lupin loses his virginity at the tender age of fourteen.
My work is done, now look at him. He's never been more alive. His head it shakes, his fingers clutch. Watch his body writhe!
I'm the Gypsy, the Acid Queen, Pay me before I start. I'm the Gypsy, I'm guaranteed To break your little heart.