Hayden McClaine just wants to be loved. (imatter) wrote in uat_logs, @ 2014-04-03 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | hayden mcclaine, kol mikaelson, sere adams |
WHO: Chester Adams & Hayden McClaine, then Chester & Kol Mikaelson
WHAT: Pit stop on the way to Boston — aka: an eye for an eye.
WHERE: The bar in the Bellagio hotel
WHEN: Right after this conversation.
WARNINGS: Violence & blood; character death...twice. NBD
STATUS: Closed, Complete
Hayden knew something was wrong with Alex the last time she'd spoken to her. She'd looked all over the places where and and Alex went drinking. The car was still in front of their hotel. She and Alex hadn't been on poor terms; there hadn't been a fight. Something was wrong with that picture, her only remaining friend refusing her company and wandering around drunker than Hayden had ever seen her get. When she didn't come back the next morning, Hayden was sure Kol had something to do with it, if not Tate. She leaned toward Kol. And then when Scott had taken to searching for Alex by scent and had announced that her scent had simply disappeared into thin air, she believed his theory that something had taken her. But Alex was dead...Hayden could feel it in her gut, she knew. She knew, and it didn't matter what Sirius thought...she knew. So Hayden had nothing left in Las Vegas and she decided she was going back to Boston. If she had to be alone, she might as well be alone in a city that felt familiar and wasn't swamped with people who hated and feared her, even though she was trying to change. ...but she wasn't leaving town without a quick pit stop. No, no. Kol wasn't going to get away with that. Not without paying a price of his own, he wasn't. That bitch dyke had let him feed on Alex once and she happened to be the only piece Hayden thought she had in this particular chess game. She was the queen and Hayden was going to take her out. Checkmate. Chester had seen Alex's final post, and the subsequent blow up on the network, which Kol had explained as something to do with a scream she couldn't hear. Chester trusted Kol, but only with her own safety, and something about his vague and frustrated answers hadn't sat well with her. When that Scott kid posted to the network saying he'd tried to sniff the other woman out but had inferred he thought she was dead, Chester thought of when Kol had said he'd take care of it so that Alex couldn't run her mouth off anymore. She thought she'd talked him out of it, but now she wasn't so sure. Nobody would tie him to it...those girls from home seemed to have either disappeared or were filtering them out of everything, but Kol had some boy come over and set up a video game console for him, so presumably at least that kid hadn't been warned. The more Chester thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt until she started to feel sick and no. Nope. That meant it was time to hit the bar downstairs and drink herself into goddamn oblivion. Kol had made it very clear that he wouldn't let anyone hurt her and he had kept his word so far, so Chester made her way to the front doors, locked them, and headed behind the bar, grabbing bottle after bottle, lining them up on the bar itself with one glass she intended to use just to slow herself down enough to feel less like an alcoholic and more just a girl grieving and second guessing her life choices since waking up in Las Vegas. Plopping herself down on one of the stools, Chester poured herself a glass of tequila, held up the glass to an empty, one-ended toast, and knocked it back as she poured the bottle's contents onto the floor until the glass was empty. When Hayden appeared just inside the lobby of the Bellagio, she paused in the shadows behind a large pillar, listening. Going upstairs was really going to slow her down, but if she had to do it, she would, and if she had to fight Kol in the process, that would maybe be just as satisfying an effort. Hayden was pleased to hear the sounds of movement in the bar and she willed herself not to be seen, moving in that direction. Sorry, I'm not sorry, honey. It's nothing personal, she thought at the back of the girl's head as the other woman tilted her head back to take her drink. Not as fun as scaring Vi, but... All at once, the bottles on the counter exploded, sending shards of glass at Chester and knocking her off her stool in her scrambling attempt to avoid them. The sound had been almost deafening to her because it had all happened at once and Chester gasped for air, choking on her own blood as her liquor-soaked, trembling hands moved toward her throat wherein, she found in terror, a thick shard of glass embedded. She tried to cry out for Kol, but the only sound that managed itself was a wet gurgle. The stink of alcohol filled her nostrils and she felt it seeping into her clothes and hair as she lay on the floor, unable to move for the fall having ended in her legs being stuck in the spokes of the heavy bar stool that had come down on her, wedging her against the floor in a tangle of limbs and metal that rendered movement terrifyingly difficult in addition to the fact that she couldn't breathe. Hayden stood over the girl, grinning and invisible to the other woman as her eyelids fluttered and her mouth gaped like a fish out of water. She tugged Chester's shirt up off her stomach, pushing it up toward her chest and reached down into the other woman's blood, pooling beneath her neck on the carpet, and lifted her blood stained fingers up, smirking at them before leaving a message on the other woman's pale skin for Kol to find. Eye for an eye. Then, Hayden appeared outside the hotel again, in front of her own, climbed into her car, and turned the key in the ignition. "Peace, bitches," she muttered to herself before speeding off into the night. |