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noirenewyork2014-01-17 01:06 am
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051.1. Muse prompt
"Human Tough I gotta know it's real
I'm tired of people sellin' their sex appeal
Human Touch I need human love
no imitations of oh baby."
Human Touch, Alanis Morissette
HERE @ muserevival
Logan was quiet on the limousine ride through the brightly lit streets of New York that night. When Eric had offered to hold his hand, all his lover had received was a warning glare, the silver glean in his plenty to tell Eric that he needed to tread carefully here. Despite the situation, and the cruel, cruel way it had all come about to haunt them, this was Logan's Childer and volatile wasn't even an adequate enough way to describe how precarious Asher's response could be. Here Logan was, with Asher's soul mate's scent all over him, even on his lips. There was no doubt about it, tonight could be the night Logan lost his Kindred life. But it was a risk he was willing to take for the glimmer of hope that it might save Asher's restless and haunted existed suspended between their two worlds.
His fingers were tapping a soft rhythm against his knee as they crawled through the streets of the Upper East Side and reached the Fifth Avenue apartment block where Asher resided in the penthouse. Logan and Eric had debated so extensively how to go about this. It was all they had managed to discuss for the past two nights and still there was no right or wrong way to approach it. It was make or break time and their driver, a fellow Kindred who was a driver for Kindred Council of New York City pulled the limousine up discreetly at the door of the building. There was a concierge who greeted them, Logan stepping out of the limo first and Eric scooting across the sleek leather seat to follow him. Eric stayed close without touching, and he was the one who dismissed the concierge with a short, "Mister Rose is expecting us." He wasn't, of course, but that's what his mind was controlled to believe when Eric held his gaze and dominated his thoughts in that direction.
Logan was on a mission. Honestly, if the concierge didn't play nice, he was going to find himself with a jugular full of Kindred claws and it wouldn't be pretty. Like any animal intent on protecting their pack, Logan's senses were on full alert to any danger that could be posed to Asher or Eric. In this case, if Eric made any wrong move Logan misjudged as putting Asher in danger, he, too, could well find himself at risk of being on the rude end of his lover's frenzy. Eric wasn't stupid at all. He might have been the one who lost control the night Asher died and in a frenzy of his own, threatened Logan's life if he didn't Embrace the broken-hearted young fashion designer. Tonight, Logan had the control and Eric knew he had to maintain his place because even just the look in Logan's eyes had changed. The blue was replaced by an icy silver and one look alone could be terrifying.
The rode the elevator up to Asher's penthouse unannounced. Asher had strict security, but still so ingenu in their world, they were mortal and could be easily controlled by Kindred and especially one as powerful as Logan had become, despite being young to their world. They had considered invited Asher over to their place, but it ran too much risk of the likelihood that he would just tell them to go fuck themselves. It was dangerous taking themselves into his territory, but also vital. Whilst he could be strong in his own territory, it could also pose as a weakness because it was his comfort zone. Tonight had to be the night something finally gave after they three of them were suspended in Asher's confusion and aversion to what he had become. It couldn't go on like it was. They had to know if Brodie was the key to everything. Logan didn't ring the doorbell to Asher's apartment, he chose to knock. A knock would get Asher's attention, but no doubt CCTV streaming would alert him to who it was before he answered the door. Logan's tongue traced slowly and purposefully over his lips, preparing himself.
Asher did have the best (albeit, human) security money could buy. It had only been even more increased after his Embrace and he had used his home as his sanctuary, the place where he could whatever he needed to be and out of the prying eye of the public. His 'death' had been high profile and the media had been line vultures trying to get whatever slivers of his body they could get their hands on. Really, they got nothing. He had just gone underground, so to speak. He disappeared until he had began to realise what he truly was now. That was when he had desperately started to despise it too. Where he began to blame both Logan and Eric for doing this to him. His heartbreak, the reason he had tried to take his own life, he had brought it all with him to the Kindred world. They hadn't gotten to him quick enough to eradicate it an fully replace it with the animalistic Kindred traits. It had left him suspended between the worlds, but despite their best efforts, none of the Kindred surrounding him understood what was going on in his head. He had learned to block them almost instinctively and it had set them on a dangerous game of cat and mouse where Asher volatile Kindred mood swings could mean harm to them or others.
He had heard the knock, and he stepped up in front of the monitors of the CCTV screens, cold eyes locked on the screen that capture Logan and Eric standing at his door. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his head tilted to one side while the moments ticked over. Seeing them there was enough to flare a response inside him. He had made it completely crystal clear that they weren't welcome in his home after the three times they had been prior had lead to him hitting frenzy from anger. His Kindred emotions were raw, and even though he had the control on them he needed sometimes, it definitely wasn't exhaustive.
Stepping back away from the screens, he stalked up the hallway of his lavish Upper East Side penthouse and and he punched in the security code for the door. All it took them was seizing the door handle and a flick of the wrist and the door was being slammed open. He just didn't have any time to say anything, enquire about their presence, or even give them a warning look. As soon as the door was open, Asher was absolutely engulfed with Brodie's scent radiating off Logan, and he went from zero cool, calm, and collected to Pissed Off Kindred 101 in less than a split second. His eyes flashed silver, claws and fangs extricated and he pounced on Logan so quickly, he knocked his Sire to the ground, sharp nails poised threateningly at his throat.
Okay, that was quicker than Logan had even anticipated. He was sprawled on his back, Asher ready to rip his throat out, his sharp fangs right up in Logan's face. He was just short of frenzy already and would probably be entirely unaware of the fact that Eric was responding protectively to his lover being threatened, his own fangs making an appearance. But as soon as he even attempted to get closer to Logan and Asher, Asher's head whipped around and he pierced Eric with such fang-bearing sneer of warning not to come any closer. No words were needed. Eric halted, and probably really had no idea what he was supposed to do here. In all honesty, neither did Logan, but at least his suspicions were confirmed. Brodie was the key to Asher's turmoil. Logan would be well within his rights as Asher's Sire to overpower him here and take his life for self-protection, it just wasn't a bloodbath that would end well. It would have a knock-on effect, and Ben would be forced to take not only Logan's life, but his brother's. That was exactly what they had been trying to avoid all along.
"My Sire, you betray me, with a piece of my own soul?" Asher growled with an angry hiss and his nails began to sink into Logan's skin at the base of his throat. For the past 24 hours, he had been holed up in his apartment, punishing himself for losing control with Jenna by not seeking further feeding. He was malnourished, and therefore further risk of a frenzy. The only thing that was holding him back was the knowledge that Logan had been in intimate contact with Brodie, and very recently. Brodie's scent was emanating from all over Logan, and it was intoxicating, knocking Asher off his course. But when his grip began to loosen, he caught himself ailing and it only served to ignite the fury even more. He scraped his nails over Logan's collarbone, drawing lines of blood that was going to be like a tantalising temptation for Eric. "Don't even entertain the notion of taking my life. I will take it myself, and set it right, like you both stole from me that night!"
Maybe that would be the best for everyone. It would certainly be the easy way out, but Logan knew, lying there looking up at his Childer and feeling his claws almost scrape bone with how deep he was clutching onto him, that Asher would kill them both first before taking his own life. That would be rather counter-productive to all this. He didn't know where Asher had that pistol with the phosphorus bullets, either. He had been carrying it on him for weeks now, it could be anywhere. All he had to do was grab it and plant one into each of them, and the third into him, and it would be a very horrific Kindred murder/suicide. "I know where Brodie his," he told Asher in a calm tone in contrast to Asher's predatory growl. Logan just couldn't stop his own fangs appearing, both in warning and also a reminder to his Childer that they were still alike in blood, whether he liked it or not.
Asher was straddled over the top of him and he had, by now, peeled some of Logan's skin back, getting closer and closer to his throat and jugular. "Tell me or die. Don't tell me, and I kill myself. But be it known that if I go missing without contact to my PR manager for three days, she has orders to deliver a letter to the Prince of our City, and inside, I tell him everything. EVERYTHING!" he screamed in Logan's face, and finally the claws reached the side of Logan's throat, and one piece of the skin and a sharp slice, Asher could kill him by nearly severing his head.
Logan had been preparing to tell Asher he would take him to Brodie personally, but now the Childer had to go and draw his trump card. Fucking goddamn hell, had this been one giant fucking piece of arse since day one. He had a renewed and uncontrollable flash of anger at Eric for putting him into this situation, and one that could now put Brodie in danger. If there was a worst case scenario, this was it. If he even attempted to suggest to Asher right now that he would lead him there, Asher was just going to assume he wanted to get it off with his soul mate again. It hadn't been what happened, but Asher wasn't exactly in a condition for reasoning. With resolution and defeat, he told Asher Brodie's home address. Asher barely had time to take it in before he was lithely pulling back from Logan. He sprung to his feet, and with lightning fast reflexes, exited his apartment pulled the door shut behind him, locking Logan and Eric inside without the security code to get out. He was gone.
Logan jumped up and angrily slammed his hands against the steel door and then turned to glare furiously at Eric, baring his fangs. Eric was just going to have to keep his distance until Logan managed to reign in his own heightened responses right now. Within moments, he had practically destroyed the entirety of Asher's foyer, probably ruining expensive art and other décor. Then he just stopped slumping against the back of the door and sliding down it to sit on the floor. "Now we wait." It was said with finality, and consternation, because whether they liked it or not, if they tried to intercept Asher amidst a frenzy anywhere near Brodie, they would all die... and Logan couldn't have the blood of another innocent on his hands when he felt like he was failing the one he already did.
I'm tired of people sellin' their sex appeal
Human Touch I need human love
no imitations of oh baby."
Human Touch, Alanis Morissette
HERE @ muserevival
Logan was quiet on the limousine ride through the brightly lit streets of New York that night. When Eric had offered to hold his hand, all his lover had received was a warning glare, the silver glean in his plenty to tell Eric that he needed to tread carefully here. Despite the situation, and the cruel, cruel way it had all come about to haunt them, this was Logan's Childer and volatile wasn't even an adequate enough way to describe how precarious Asher's response could be. Here Logan was, with Asher's soul mate's scent all over him, even on his lips. There was no doubt about it, tonight could be the night Logan lost his Kindred life. But it was a risk he was willing to take for the glimmer of hope that it might save Asher's restless and haunted existed suspended between their two worlds.
His fingers were tapping a soft rhythm against his knee as they crawled through the streets of the Upper East Side and reached the Fifth Avenue apartment block where Asher resided in the penthouse. Logan and Eric had debated so extensively how to go about this. It was all they had managed to discuss for the past two nights and still there was no right or wrong way to approach it. It was make or break time and their driver, a fellow Kindred who was a driver for Kindred Council of New York City pulled the limousine up discreetly at the door of the building. There was a concierge who greeted them, Logan stepping out of the limo first and Eric scooting across the sleek leather seat to follow him. Eric stayed close without touching, and he was the one who dismissed the concierge with a short, "Mister Rose is expecting us." He wasn't, of course, but that's what his mind was controlled to believe when Eric held his gaze and dominated his thoughts in that direction.
Logan was on a mission. Honestly, if the concierge didn't play nice, he was going to find himself with a jugular full of Kindred claws and it wouldn't be pretty. Like any animal intent on protecting their pack, Logan's senses were on full alert to any danger that could be posed to Asher or Eric. In this case, if Eric made any wrong move Logan misjudged as putting Asher in danger, he, too, could well find himself at risk of being on the rude end of his lover's frenzy. Eric wasn't stupid at all. He might have been the one who lost control the night Asher died and in a frenzy of his own, threatened Logan's life if he didn't Embrace the broken-hearted young fashion designer. Tonight, Logan had the control and Eric knew he had to maintain his place because even just the look in Logan's eyes had changed. The blue was replaced by an icy silver and one look alone could be terrifying.
The rode the elevator up to Asher's penthouse unannounced. Asher had strict security, but still so ingenu in their world, they were mortal and could be easily controlled by Kindred and especially one as powerful as Logan had become, despite being young to their world. They had considered invited Asher over to their place, but it ran too much risk of the likelihood that he would just tell them to go fuck themselves. It was dangerous taking themselves into his territory, but also vital. Whilst he could be strong in his own territory, it could also pose as a weakness because it was his comfort zone. Tonight had to be the night something finally gave after they three of them were suspended in Asher's confusion and aversion to what he had become. It couldn't go on like it was. They had to know if Brodie was the key to everything. Logan didn't ring the doorbell to Asher's apartment, he chose to knock. A knock would get Asher's attention, but no doubt CCTV streaming would alert him to who it was before he answered the door. Logan's tongue traced slowly and purposefully over his lips, preparing himself.
Asher did have the best (albeit, human) security money could buy. It had only been even more increased after his Embrace and he had used his home as his sanctuary, the place where he could whatever he needed to be and out of the prying eye of the public. His 'death' had been high profile and the media had been line vultures trying to get whatever slivers of his body they could get their hands on. Really, they got nothing. He had just gone underground, so to speak. He disappeared until he had began to realise what he truly was now. That was when he had desperately started to despise it too. Where he began to blame both Logan and Eric for doing this to him. His heartbreak, the reason he had tried to take his own life, he had brought it all with him to the Kindred world. They hadn't gotten to him quick enough to eradicate it an fully replace it with the animalistic Kindred traits. It had left him suspended between the worlds, but despite their best efforts, none of the Kindred surrounding him understood what was going on in his head. He had learned to block them almost instinctively and it had set them on a dangerous game of cat and mouse where Asher volatile Kindred mood swings could mean harm to them or others.
He had heard the knock, and he stepped up in front of the monitors of the CCTV screens, cold eyes locked on the screen that capture Logan and Eric standing at his door. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his head tilted to one side while the moments ticked over. Seeing them there was enough to flare a response inside him. He had made it completely crystal clear that they weren't welcome in his home after the three times they had been prior had lead to him hitting frenzy from anger. His Kindred emotions were raw, and even though he had the control on them he needed sometimes, it definitely wasn't exhaustive.
Stepping back away from the screens, he stalked up the hallway of his lavish Upper East Side penthouse and and he punched in the security code for the door. All it took them was seizing the door handle and a flick of the wrist and the door was being slammed open. He just didn't have any time to say anything, enquire about their presence, or even give them a warning look. As soon as the door was open, Asher was absolutely engulfed with Brodie's scent radiating off Logan, and he went from zero cool, calm, and collected to Pissed Off Kindred 101 in less than a split second. His eyes flashed silver, claws and fangs extricated and he pounced on Logan so quickly, he knocked his Sire to the ground, sharp nails poised threateningly at his throat.
Okay, that was quicker than Logan had even anticipated. He was sprawled on his back, Asher ready to rip his throat out, his sharp fangs right up in Logan's face. He was just short of frenzy already and would probably be entirely unaware of the fact that Eric was responding protectively to his lover being threatened, his own fangs making an appearance. But as soon as he even attempted to get closer to Logan and Asher, Asher's head whipped around and he pierced Eric with such fang-bearing sneer of warning not to come any closer. No words were needed. Eric halted, and probably really had no idea what he was supposed to do here. In all honesty, neither did Logan, but at least his suspicions were confirmed. Brodie was the key to Asher's turmoil. Logan would be well within his rights as Asher's Sire to overpower him here and take his life for self-protection, it just wasn't a bloodbath that would end well. It would have a knock-on effect, and Ben would be forced to take not only Logan's life, but his brother's. That was exactly what they had been trying to avoid all along.
"My Sire, you betray me, with a piece of my own soul?" Asher growled with an angry hiss and his nails began to sink into Logan's skin at the base of his throat. For the past 24 hours, he had been holed up in his apartment, punishing himself for losing control with Jenna by not seeking further feeding. He was malnourished, and therefore further risk of a frenzy. The only thing that was holding him back was the knowledge that Logan had been in intimate contact with Brodie, and very recently. Brodie's scent was emanating from all over Logan, and it was intoxicating, knocking Asher off his course. But when his grip began to loosen, he caught himself ailing and it only served to ignite the fury even more. He scraped his nails over Logan's collarbone, drawing lines of blood that was going to be like a tantalising temptation for Eric. "Don't even entertain the notion of taking my life. I will take it myself, and set it right, like you both stole from me that night!"
Maybe that would be the best for everyone. It would certainly be the easy way out, but Logan knew, lying there looking up at his Childer and feeling his claws almost scrape bone with how deep he was clutching onto him, that Asher would kill them both first before taking his own life. That would be rather counter-productive to all this. He didn't know where Asher had that pistol with the phosphorus bullets, either. He had been carrying it on him for weeks now, it could be anywhere. All he had to do was grab it and plant one into each of them, and the third into him, and it would be a very horrific Kindred murder/suicide. "I know where Brodie his," he told Asher in a calm tone in contrast to Asher's predatory growl. Logan just couldn't stop his own fangs appearing, both in warning and also a reminder to his Childer that they were still alike in blood, whether he liked it or not.
Asher was straddled over the top of him and he had, by now, peeled some of Logan's skin back, getting closer and closer to his throat and jugular. "Tell me or die. Don't tell me, and I kill myself. But be it known that if I go missing without contact to my PR manager for three days, she has orders to deliver a letter to the Prince of our City, and inside, I tell him everything. EVERYTHING!" he screamed in Logan's face, and finally the claws reached the side of Logan's throat, and one piece of the skin and a sharp slice, Asher could kill him by nearly severing his head.
Logan had been preparing to tell Asher he would take him to Brodie personally, but now the Childer had to go and draw his trump card. Fucking goddamn hell, had this been one giant fucking piece of arse since day one. He had a renewed and uncontrollable flash of anger at Eric for putting him into this situation, and one that could now put Brodie in danger. If there was a worst case scenario, this was it. If he even attempted to suggest to Asher right now that he would lead him there, Asher was just going to assume he wanted to get it off with his soul mate again. It hadn't been what happened, but Asher wasn't exactly in a condition for reasoning. With resolution and defeat, he told Asher Brodie's home address. Asher barely had time to take it in before he was lithely pulling back from Logan. He sprung to his feet, and with lightning fast reflexes, exited his apartment pulled the door shut behind him, locking Logan and Eric inside without the security code to get out. He was gone.
Logan jumped up and angrily slammed his hands against the steel door and then turned to glare furiously at Eric, baring his fangs. Eric was just going to have to keep his distance until Logan managed to reign in his own heightened responses right now. Within moments, he had practically destroyed the entirety of Asher's foyer, probably ruining expensive art and other décor. Then he just stopped slumping against the back of the door and sliding down it to sit on the floor. "Now we wait." It was said with finality, and consternation, because whether they liked it or not, if they tried to intercept Asher amidst a frenzy anywhere near Brodie, they would all die... and Logan couldn't have the blood of another innocent on his hands when he felt like he was failing the one he already did.