Gabriel Wolfe (cantcontrolit) wrote in thecityof, @ 2018-01-13 01:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | gabriel wolfe, wanda maximoff |
WHO: Gabriel and Wanda
WHAT: Psychic vampire needs to feed
WHEN: Backdated to sometime last week
WHERE: Gabe's place
STATUS: Complete
Gabriel had kept a low profile since the night in the alley. Running into a hunter (which is what he assumed he was) wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do again but Gabriel knew that he needed to feed. It wasn’t his fault - he hated that he was like this if he was honest. Because of the crystal, he had no choice. He had to feed on psychic energy in order to stay alive. There was only one way to do that and that meant hurting people. Draining them of their life energy. If they weren’t strong enough to take him, they died. But Gabriel had to do what he had to in order to stay alive. He couldn’t not feed.
When it got to be too much, Gabriel did go out. It was easy. Go to a bar, talk up a girl, say everything she wanted to hear and then he would find himself in a dark corner of the place or he would bring her outside into an alley. Which was what he had done. A pretty girl had gone with him and it wasn’t long until Gabriel was kissing her in the alley. He looked a little rougher than normal, maybe he was a little more aggressive and when he finally started to feed, he felt a sharp pinch and he quickly pulled back.
It was a knife.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re doing to me, but I swear to God, I will kill you, freak.”
Gabriel remembered reaching for the knife but she sliced the palm of his hand making him hiss before she ran off.
“Fuck!” He had yelled and brought his hand close.
That was two days ago.
His hand was bandaged, a reminder of what he had done two days before. His body trembled. He was sweating. He would have called out for Lewis, but he wasn’t around and he didn’t want to ask him for anything. What would he need him for anyway? His leg shook. Out of frustration before he got up and noticed himself in the mirror. The dark circles under his eyes. He was paler than usual. He felt empty.
Reaching for his phone he grabbed it, but he stopped himself. He had seen Wanda a few times at work in passing but he didn’t bother saying anything to her and she didn’t say anything to him and they were fine like that. He thought about getting a new job but his job at the bookstore was simple enough, plus he was left alone.
“Fuck,” he whispered moving and sitting back down on the bed as he went through his phone and when he saw her number, he hung his head down. Did he really want to do this? Fuck no. This was the last thing he wanted but he found himself sending her a message anyway.
Are you busy?
The first thing that Wanda thought when she saw the number was who was it. She didn’t have the number saved on her phone so all that came up was the number itself. Wanda didn’t know anyone else, really. She had Sam’s number saved and there wa also Pietro but those numbers she knew, so she didn’t know who this was although she guessed that maybe it could have been for work. Someone from work, actually. All of their numbers were listed in the emergency contact book so it was possible that someone got it from there but the number...Wanda realized why it looked so familiar.
Gabriel.
She had seen him around since their initial encounter. What happened that day was still something that Wanda regretted so she kept her distance. She didn’t want to make things worse for him so she stayed clear of his path, kept her mental capabilities to herself, not showing any sign of interest in the other psychic even though all she had was interest.
Wanda could have easily ignored the text but she found herself picking up the phone anyway, her thumb hovering over the first letter of the text she wanted to start. Part of her wanted to just swipe and delete the message entirely. What was the point in wanting to talk to her now?
What do you want?
Wanda signed, tossing the phone back on her bed, her head turning to look at it, watching the dimmed lit screen as bubbles appeared, signaling that Gabriel was quickly replying back.
Gabriel didn’t know what he would do if she didn’t answer. He felt like an idiot going to her for this. But from her connection she was able to do effortlessly, he figured that she was strong - that he wouldn’t hurt her. And that was even if she agreed. After a minute of nothing he came to the conclusion that it was stupid and he moved, pushing himself up to his feet. He was determined to find someone in this building to feed from. What other choice did he have?
His phone lit up though and he grabbed it, looking at the message.
You.
I need your help.
19000.
Gabriel tossed his phone and sat back on the bed until he laid back. Everything hurt, especially his head. It felt like it was going to explode. The rest of him felt empty and wasted and he didn’t realize that he passed out.
Wanda’s eyes faltered somewhat as she read the text, her eyes narrowing as she sat her phone aside. She knew that she didn’t have to go see him, or help him. Wanda didn’t owe Gabriel anything. He had already explained that he didn't want anything from her after what happened between them, Wanda having ventured farther into his mind than she had intended to. It had all been just to get back at him, to knocked him down a peg or two. Wanda had never meant to embarrass him or to make him feel like a monster.
It didn’t take her long to dress and head over, Wanda approaching Gabe’s door, her mind reaching in involuntarily only because she wanted to know if he was alright. When Wanda didn’t sense him a part of her panicked. She could barely feel any sort of presence inside.
“Gabriel?” Wanda knocked and called out, her response somewhat slow but then she became frantic, her eyes closing as she realized that Gabriel was unresponsive for a reason. It took her less than a second to push the door open with her powers, nearly breaking the door down as she entered to find Gabe on his back. It didn’t even look like he was breathing.
“Gabriel?” she called out to him, approaching him where he was laid out, her hands taking his face as she turned him, trying to at least get him to wake up.
There was nothing until he felt his body being shook and he reached up quickly and violently as he grabbed at whatever was touching him. His fingers dug into her arm as he kept her there, and it was only then that he realized who it was. He sat up then, his hand letting her go finally as he touched his head and hissed as he moved. He was fucked up. The pain he felt was all around, his bones, his head, it was crippling every single piece of him. He felt like he was literally being ripped away.
“What -” He looked at her, his eyes, those grey stormy eyes looked hazy as he watched her. She actually came. He wasn’t expecting it. He reached for her with his bandaged hand before pulling back. Slowly, he looked up at her.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he snapped. He didn’t want her pity. He didn’t want her to feel bad for him. All he wanted was that energy that she beamed with, that made her powerful. She could handle it, she could handle him.
“Come here,” he whispered, his voice raspy. She was close, but he needed her closer.
“No, stay back,” Wanda held out her hand and instantly a burst of red energy appeared, wisps of crimsons hitting Gabriel square in the chest, just a small amount of power to push him back but not off his feet. It was a warning as Wanda held up both hands, her eyes turning as red as the power that bubbled from both palms. She knew that she could easily rip Gabriel apart, kill him if she needed to, her powers overwhelming, being more than she herself could handle sometimes.
Wanda couldn’t read Gabriel’s mind well. It was fractured. The things he was letting her view were tainted. Cries of help. Agonizing pain because he needed to feed and badly. Needed to feed on actual psychic energy to keep him stable and alive. Wanda felt her eyes brighten, the red turning darker as she saw the crystal again, saw the the thing responsible for turning Gabriel into this monster.
He needed her. That was the bottom line. Gabriel was going to die unless Wanda fed him some of her power but...what if she hurt him? What if her psychic energy wasn’t enough or worse, what if it overcame him? If she accidentally killed him?
“I don’t know what will happen if I let you,” Wanda confessed, taking an easy breath as she lowered her hands. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Because Wanda had already done that. She embarrassed him. Wanda knew things about his life that was meant to be private and she invaded his thoughts, did it without remorse and now...this. Wanda knew the reasoning behind his need and she was afraid of herself. She was scared that she would fail him.
No, Gabriel didn’t know what would happen, but it had to be something better than this. If it worked, if she could handle it, which even Gabriel felt she could, then he would feel instantly better. High. Full of life. Whole and complete. If it didn’t, then he would still feel that, but she would die. He doubted that would happen. Something told him that she was stronger than even he was. But it wasn’t even a matter of something happening to her, it was him. She knew that and he shook his head.
“I don’t care,” he said, his eyes on her. And he didn’t. If it worked, then it worked, if not - then - what? He’d die? What was so bad about that? Maybe even his death would get him out of here. Back to a life he knew. He didn’t know this life. He didn’t know how to be ‘normal.’ He couldn’t. It hadn’t been that way in a long time. He couldn’t just work and go home like everyone else. Not with this curse lurking around in his veins.
In the end, it didn’t matter.
“Either help me or don’t. Stop wasting my time,” he finally snapped. He felt the pressure. The feeling of the world spinning on around him and right now, it was her. She could fix it. She could make it better.
Wanda felt her body shake as she continued to take him in, could literally feeling Gabriel’s pain. It was easy to share feelings now, to know what Gabe was going through because of how deep she had buried herself in his mind. Gabriel didn’t just want this - he needed it - needed Wanda to give him the psychic energy he craved to survive another night, to keep going because without it then it wouldn’t matter. Gabriel would eventually wither away to nothing and it didn’t have to take knowing Gabriel to understand. Wanda could literally see it in his head.
She saw his victims, too. Saw what Gabriel did to them, how their bodies were malnourished after he was done with them. It was frightening and Wanda wondered if that would become her. If she would just be another victim by his touch. Another body that he would do away with the moment he was done and got what he needed.
“I can stop you,” she said, taking a deep breath as she came to that conclusion, her eyes reverting back to their normal hue. “I will give you what you need but I will stop you. I will stop you if you take more than you need to.” Because Wanda believed that Gabriel could control it, that he could stop himself before it got that far.
She knew what she was getting herself into. Gabriel knew that because he knew that she had seen everything. His past, his intentions, the way he felt about it. He didn’t want anyone to see it and yet, she had. She invaded his memories and there was a part of him that hated her so much for that. The more people knew, the more they could use against you and Gabriel wasn’t looking to have anything thrown in his face. He knew what he was, what he was capable of, but to know that someone knew the darkest side of you, it was like he was an open book to her. He hated it.
But despite knowing all of this, she was here. He had allowed her in. Just because she had seen it in his head didn’t mean she had experienced it first hand and it was Gabriel who asked her to come over. At this point, he had nothing to lose.
“Good.” He said then and looked at her. “You’ll need to.” Because Gabriel would start, but then he wouldn’t be able to stop. It was why Kaitlyn had chose to help him, to let him feed from her because she was strong and she could handle him. She could stop him.
He reached for her then, pulling her close before he stood up in front of her. Her hair was down, framing her face and Gabriel looked at it before he took two fingers and pushed it back so her neck was exposed to him. His fingers slid along her skin as he gave her one last look before he moved his mouth to her neck so he could feed on her energy.
It was intimate. She couldn’t fully comprehend it as she felt Gabriel draw closer, their bodies nearly touching as her breath hitched. She could see it in his eyes, the need, how close he wanted to be when it came to taking in what he wanted. Wanda saw it in his head but no, she couldn’t feel it, didn’t know how it would feel like until he did it to her and stopping him, using her powers against him, she knew she had to be careful because one slip up and he was death. Maybe the both of them.
Wanda couldn’t look at him, knew that if Pietro found out about this he would surely kill Gabriel for touching her this way but she could do this, could push aside her doubts to save him, save this one person who needed her more than anyone else in this city. Maybe in the end that’s what Wanda wanted to be - important, a necessity. She wanted to be so helpful to Sam Winchester. She wanted...something back. Something in return.
When she felt it she tensed, the energy, her power, it left her body and Gabriel connected with her on a whole different level. Because Wanda was psychic she molded into him, she became him, their two minds forced to communicate while Gabriel fed from her.
It was too much. Wanda gave him more than just her energy - she gave him her thoughts, her memories, things she cherished and loved, moments of pain and suffering, like when Pietro died, like when she killed all those people on accident all because she wanted to save Steve.
It was easy to connect with her. Her mind was strong, her energy was even stronger and Gabriel, once he started, he knew that it was going to be overwhelming for him, but he instantly felt better. Almost euphoric as he continued to take down her energy. Not only that, but the way they were connected, he was seeing everything in her mind, her memories, her regrets and intentions. It would have been painful right then and there, but Gabriel felt so good. He reached for her and pulled her closer, not being able to help himself.
His own mind was shuffling through her memories. Her childhood, her reasoning for doing the things she did. Ultron, her brother, his death. That pain that ripped through her nearly brought him to his knees but he held on, his grip on her tight until it wasn’t as he pulled back, falling down on the bed. He felt better, he was obviously healed and no longer drained as he looked up at her. His natural pale face had a bit more color to it. His eyes weren’t red anymore and he didn’t look two steps close to death. He felt full and not drained.
It wasn’t Wanda though. She didn’t make him stop. Gabriel didn’t want to see anymore. He didn’t want to see her life, he didn’t want to connect with her. Gabriel didn’t want to know. What he had seen that day in the bookstore, he had already been trying to forget and now this, her memories and her feelings - he just didn’t want to know. He wanted that wall between them and it was easy enough to do that. To push those icy walls up, separating them and breaking that connection.
Wanda didn’t stop him but she had a good feeling why Gabriel stopped, why he pushed himself away from her. She knew she had shared more than what she intended to but her mind had been linked to his. Gabriel was a telepath as well. It wasn’t hard for him to get what he wanted out of her but at the same time Wanda didn’t stop him, didn’t put up any mental barriers to keep the other psychic from learning all the things that he did. It just seemed fair. Wanda didn’t have anything to hide from him.
She was breathing hard when they did break apart, Wanda touching her chest because it took her a bit to recover. She didn’t know how else to explain it, her very psychic energy being taken from her but not enough to deplete it. Wanda felt weaker but she also felt herself energizing herself, making up for the energy that Gabriel did take.
“That’s how you survive,” she said, her eyes on Gabe, seeing how the color returned to his face. Wanda sustained him. She could feel how strong his mind was now, how normal he seemed despite how broken and wrecked he was just moments ago before he had taken Wanda’s psychic energy.
Gabriel didn’t feel that he needed to explain what happened here. She knew. Not only had she seen it, but she had been part of it - just now. If not for her energy, Gabriel wasn’t sure what might have happened to him. He guessed that he owed that to her, but even bringing himself to say the words thank you , he couldn’t find them. Maybe he was just an asshole after all. Despite whatever moment they had shared, that moment was gone and Gabriel had pushed those walls back up so she couldn’t creep her way inside. He just didn’t want to be pitied and he felt that if he didn’t put a stop to this, that’s how far it could go.
“Yeah.” He said plainly. “It is.”
He looked her over, taking a step toward her. His touch wasn’t meant to be gentle as he turned her head, looking at her neck where he took her energy. “What about you.” Pulling back, he looked at her.
“Do you feel alright?” He took his hand away then, his fingers no longer against her skin as her hair fell over her shoulder. She looked fine and he wasn’t peering inside of her mind to find out otherwise.
No. She didn’t know. Wanda looked away from him because she didn’t know how she felt. The whole...process. Wanda wondered how easy it was for Gabriel to do this to others. How he tricked girls to follow him into some dark little hole just to feed from them. Wanda knew it was because of his good looks but then, at the same time, it wasn’t like the psychic asked for this. Gabriel didn’t ask for any of it and Wanda understood it. Gabriel was standing at the other end of the spectrum when it came to their powers.
Wanda asked for her abilities. She wanted them because she thought vengeance was the answer. She was powerful because of experiments, her body becoming a home to the powers of an ancient stone that existed long before the universe did. She could do so much, her powers growing with each passing day. There was almost nothing that Wanda couldn’t do at this point.
“I’ll be fine.” Wanda turned to leave but stopped as she looked at Gabriel again, his presence...the way he was standing. Wanda saw him as someone strong but of course she knew the real him. The weak version of him that lived inside of his head. Gabriel would always have to depend on others to live because of his nature. Because of what someone made him to be. Not by choice. Gabriel was scarred by this and he would be.
And Wanda...she wanted to help him.
“I need to go.” And she was sure that Gabriel would have no response to that. She could read his mind easier now. It didn’t even take concentration to read his thoughts.
Gabriel could only look at her, not sure what to say. He didn’t want her pity, but he felt like that’s all he would get from anyone. When she said she would be fine, he just nodded. It was what it was. He didn’t know how to do - this. Be normal. Because he wasn’t. The one thing in all of this was that Wanda shouldn’t have expected anything. Gabriel was desperate, he didn’t want to be caught by hunters, especially with everything that was going on with people stealing souls. He knew he was powerful in his own right, but there were too many chiefs among the Indians and Gabriel knew when to stick to the shadows and stay behind the scenes. He had been put out there far too many times to get himself fucked over, whether it was by someone else or himself.
“Look,” he said, holding his hand out before he it fell at his side. “If you don’t want to do this - then don’t. I’m not going to beg you.” He needed to feed, but he would always find a way. He had no other choice - he had to in order to stay alive. Going to Wanda made him feel pathetic considering what happened at work between them but now things were awkward. And it was dumb. And he was annoyed.
She had stopped, but she didn’t say anything until she headed toward the door and he heard the click of it closing. He sat back on the bed and ran his hand through his hair before he laid back. He felt better, he felt alive, his body was buzzing. He slowly began to peer into Wanda’s mind to find out what she was thinking but unsurprisingly, he couldn’t.
She blocked him out.