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Who? Ben and Eric Knight
What? When the shit hits the fan
When? Right after this
Where? Knightshead HQ

Eric was honestly afraid. And he had every right to be as far as he was concerned. Ben was very, very serious about his Princely duties, and Kindred law was pretty clear about what happened when you Embraced someone against their will. Granted, Eric hadn't done the actual Embracing, but he may as well have, considering that he'd forced his lover into it in a frenzy. Logan's only choices had been to Embrace Asher or die right there on the spot.

Regardless, Ben had left no question that he wanted to see Eric, and right this fucking minute, too. He'd insisted on fifteen minutes, and Eric had made it in ten. But it took him nearly the remaining five minutes to work himself up to buzzing the doorbell. This could seriously be the end of his unlife... Final Death. And he wasn't in any hurry to speed that up. But there was nothing else he could do now but press the button to ring the bell.
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[personal profile] abeautifulnightmare
Who: Asher Rose, Eric Knight, and Logan Buchanan
What: When everything goes horribly wrong
Where: Brodie's place
When: Follows THIS

Coming out of a frenzy and realising what you had done was terrifying enough without coming out of one realising what you had done to the love of your life. Asher had lost control, and drained Brodie to the point where his heart was only just bleeding. He didn't know what it was that stopped him, but it was too late for many reasons. Their clothes had been close to being ripped off, and Brodie was now lying limp in his arms, unconscious. There was blood smeared over his throat and Asher's face, hands, and clothing. He only just managed to sweep his tongue over the puncture wounds at Brodie's throat to heal them before the shock and terror of what he had just done was drowned out by an incredibly feeling of sickness and pain. He hadn't felt anything like this since being human, and even then, this was horrifically worse.

He still had Brodie's body nursed in his arms, but he doubled over in pain. It was only now that he was realising that Brodie's blood wasn't sweet, or pure, of incredibly satiating like it should have been. It tasted like dirt and disease and sickness, and Asher had just taken his entire fill in a frenzy that he had been overcome with, unable to resist Brodie once he was right there in front of him. "No..." he choked out, hand grabbed at a fistful of Brodie's shirt over his heart. In a panic, he fumbled his cell phone out and called Eric. He didn't know what else to do. He was sitting there nursing Brodie's limp and unconscious form, both of them smeared with blood, and if Brodie didn't get to a hospital immediately, he was going to die.

Before Eric picked up, he ended the call and instead dialled Saxon's number. Saxon came in lightning quick speed and had scooped Brodie's body up from Asher's arms, leaving immediately to find some sort of way to get him to the hospital without any suspicions being triggered. No blood was spilled in Brodie's apartment, so Asher left, stumbling out onto the road and falling to his knees by one of the trees lining the path. He didn't know what was happening to him. He felt like he was dying, like Brodie's blood had poisoned him. He began to purge then, spilling out of him and over the dirt at the base of the tree. If anyone not Kindred happened across this sight, it would probably terrify them. He was still purging the blood when he got his cell phone out again and only just managed to hit call on Eric's number. He could hear Eric trying to talk to him on the end of the line, but Asher was in no condition to reply. He had to just hope and pray his Sire and his lover realised something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.
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"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... )
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Who: Brodie Bradford, Logan Buchanan and Eric Knight
What: The domino effect of consequences
Where: Brodie & Caleb's shoebox apartment, Upper West Side
When: Directly after THIS

Brodie was just completely and utterly freaking out. He was functioning on autopilot by this point because his mind had pretty much began deflecting any rational thought. This whole thing was brushing too close too home and it had ripped open all the old wounds. Seeing the guy lying there bloody on the ground of the undercover parking lot had flashed him back to when the news had come that Asher had been hit by a car and killed in New York. That was the day Brodie was sure his heart had died, and the only thing that even kept him functioning right now was that tiny glimmer of hope by rumour that Asher was still alive somewhere. The whole thing was so strange and unusual. Brodie's rational side knew that Asher was dead and not coming back, but new designs kept coming from Asher's label and there was a conspiracy theory that he had faked his own death to escape the public eye after death threats... or any number of other possibly theories. Brodie thought that if Asher was alive, he would at least have let him know, even if they weren't together anymore. But no confirmation had ever come. Those designs coming from Asher's label were so Asher, though, and how could it just be from old portfolio pieces Asher had left upon his death and now just being manufactured posthumously?

None of it made sense, but as long as there was a flicker of hope, Brodie somehow kept functioning in his life. But functioning was all he did. He wasn't really living, he was never really happy. He had never been happy since he lost Asher, and no matter how much he tried to find something that was a new normal, it was always without Asher and his heart had always remained broken beyond repair. Life these days was just so hard. Waking up most days was hard. Some days, he wished he didn't have to keep waking up. But he did. Because today might be the day Asher wrote to him.

It was adrenaline that helped him get the poor injured guy with the accent (was it Scottish, Irish?) back to his tiny two-bedroomed apartment... )

TBC...

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