Gabriel Lawrence (wildhead) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2023-06-27 20:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, gabriel, gabriel x reagan, reagan |
Who: Reagan and Gabriel
When: Evening, July 17th
Where: Gabriel's salon
Status: complete
The pull came after Reagan had closed Belladonna for the night. The sun had set, and Main Street wasn’t as busy as the past few hours. Her magic burned brightly within her, but more was always needed. A whisper in the back of her mind that it was time again, and she knew exactly where to go. For a moment, she debated calling Caius, but decided against it. He might try to come, and this one she knew she could do on her own. He had altered the magic inside of her enough now that she wouldn’t kill anyone else, which was something of a shame. She had grown quite a nice collection of teeth.
Turning her phone off, Reagan slipped it into her bag and began to walk. To anyone who might see her, she was just another shop owner, finished for the evening, ready to head home. Except she walked past her car, down the street to the barber shop where Zania’s boyfriend worked. As she neared it, the street lamps illuminating the way flickered and then went out, leaving her and the walkway in front of the shop in darkness.
Rather than enter through the front, she walked around to the alley and the back door, slipping her bag off of her shoulder to leave it on the ground. The door was propped open a bit, probably so Gabriel could take the trash out before he left. As she pulled it open, she made sure the lights in the barber shop went out, as she had the street lamps. There would be no small talk or excuses for why she was there. Reagan was there for one thing and one thing only.
Gabriel’s day had been normal, with a fairly steady trickle of customers coming in. Business was still fairly slow, but he was gaining ground in finding clients and encouraging all of them to show off his work and tell their friends. If he’d been paying his own living expenses, it all probably would have flopped by now, but Gabriel felt blessed to have a supportive girlfriend who was giving him space to get on his feet. In a town this side with these kinds of demographics, Gabriel knew he wasn’t going to become some salon mogul here, but he wanted to at least get to where he was turning a profit.
He had some music on while he cleaned up the shop at the end of the evening, quietly rapping along to his soundtrack as he finished sweeping up the main floor, oblivious to the sudden power outage outside the big window -- until the salon lights went dark all of the sudden. Gabriel froze, his head coming up and a bad feeling lancing through his gut. This was a weird ass town, so those instincts were important. Had he locked the back door? Fuck. Broom gripped in both hands now, his eyes straining to adjust, Gabriel watched the door that led to the back rooms. “Hello?” he called. “Who’s there?” He started reaching out with his magic, desperate to find a smaller set of eyes and ears, a mouse or something, but there were no animals close by.
Reagan rolled her eyes. If they were awake they always asked who's there. Silly, really. Anticipation was electric as it sparked inside of her body and she could sense Gabriel's magic already. Earth. She could always use a little more of that. Aware that he was just through the doorway ahead of her, Reagan took careful, but purposeful steps until she stood in the doorframe. Her pale skin was probably quite the contrast against the dark, but it didn't matter. Gabriel wouldn't remember this when she was through with him. She didn't say a word, but brought her hand up before making a fist, projecting just the right amount of pain into his body to bring him to his knees. She didn't feel like getting into a fire versus earth fight tonight. If it happened, he would die, and she didn't want to do that to Zania.
Gabriel didn’t recognize the face he saw in the shadows right away, it was so dark, he just knew there was a white lady in his shop. He was about to say something else to her when her hand lifted and a sharp pain stabbed into his gut. Taken completely off guard, Gabriel cried out and dropped the broom, falling to his knees as he clutched his midsection. For a second he thought that maybe she had shot him, but he didn’t feel any blood and he hadn’t heard any sound ... there was just the blinding pain. Gabriel’s magic had never been very defensive -- which was part of why he’d had to flee New Orleans -- and he wasn’t even outside where he could easily tap into the earth under him. He was completely confused, but the instinct to get away from danger prompted him to try to crawl-shuffle backward toward the front shop door, but it was so hard to move with all the pain.
Though Reagan knew it was instinctual to try and run from pain, she wished he would stay still. It would make this easier and certainly make it go faster. Then he could go to sleep for a bit and wake up as good as new. Mostly. Sighing softly, Reagan yanked him back with a jerk of her hand and met him halfway by walking toward him. And then she stopped above him, her eyes turning white as they had with every witch she had taken from. But instead of causing Gabriel to bleed from deep within his gut, she raised her hands, heat projecting from her to surround them both. Fire swirled in her belly, and her magic drew Gabriel back to his feet where she held him up, just out of reach. And then Reagan felt it, the earthy swirl starting to embrace her, merging with the intense power that already pulsed through her blood.
There were no physical hands on him, but Gabriel was tugged back across the floor, the palms of his hands making a small squeak before he twisted to look up again. The recognition that it was Reagan Kelly looming over him kicked him in the balls just as her dark eyes went white. He felt his body being lifted off the floor, the strength rapidly draining from him as he tried to struggle against it. By the time it occurred to his body to cry out, yell for help, all that came out of him was a strangled groan. It felt like he was surrounded by fire, his lungs burned with the heat and the air felt too thin. As his magic began to leave him, the pain in his stomach intensified, spreading throughout his entire body. He whimpered as he tried to push away from the floor with his toes, struggling to break her hold on him, but helpless against it. He couldn’t see much through the tears, the whole of his body seemingly paralyzed with whatever she was doing to him, feeling like his soul was starting to unravel.
Instinctively Reagan knew she was nearly finished and had to pull back. It was part of the magic Caius had manipulated within her to keep her from killing more people; otherwise, Reagan would have sucked him dry of his very soul. His magic merged with hers, creating that familiar, erotic experience that bordered on orgasmic. When she felt it settle into her blood, Reagan released him to the floor again before kneeling to press her palm against his forehead, ensuring that he would forget ever seeing her in this place. He was sweating, but that wasn't unusual. He would probably feel overly warm for a while and then horribly cold as his body got used to being without its magic. When she stood, she looked around to send proper interference with any cameras that might be in the shop. And then her eyes returned to normal, and she exhaled, a smile playing at her lips before she headed for the back door to return to her car. She knew who would be next, and then the whole town would have to bend to her will.
Gabriel crumpled like a rag doll when Reagan’s magic released him. If he’d had the voice for it, he would’ve been screaming. Nothing felt right, he felt hollowed out and empty and every inch of his shell stung and burned. His consciousness wasn’t fully present anymore, the shock of it all pulling him somewhere deep and safer inside of himself, so he was barely aware of Reagan’s hand on his forehead ... or anything else, for that matter. Gabriel felt like he was dying, and a surprisingly clear relief flooded him as his eyes rolled closed of their own volition and everything went dark. The whole thing had taken less than a handful of minutes, a complete blindside attack, and if he’d been able to think straight, he would have so many regrets ... but at least the pain was ending. He was completely out before Reagan even drove away.