"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"
Doc: It was the end of the work week. And it had been a long week. Doc thought he had worked out all the details about starting a new business. He had the location, that he purchased from Bella. He had an office manager that knew the business. However, what he had not counted on, was his office manager dissolving into puddles at the drop of a hat. Maybe he should have thought of that. Oh but no, he had given her the benefit of the doubt. She had come across like a hardened business woman. And when it came to the Johns, she was hard as diamonds. But when it came to him, giving her constructive criticism, she puddled. She wailed. She sobbed. He was going to have to fire a business manager. He could not deal with puddling females.
Doc had taken refuge from his own business, by going to lab. He couldn't go to the Asylum. The Ball and Chain was there. He couldn’t go home, Chub or.. and.. Catherine would be there. So he found himself at the lab. In front him of was a piece graph paper. He designing a suite upstairs. It seemed he might be spending more and more time here. He wasn’t in the mood to be bothered, so he let the staff have the night off. They needed no second bidding. They had cleared out of the building in under three minutes. That was faster than the last fire drill, the ungrateful bastards. He sighed and stared at the graph paper, trying to focus.
However focus seemed to elude him. There were so many things that were ‘hanging’, needing to be tied up, or finished. But it was all about timing. And His timing had been off. Part of him wanted to push through and bulldoze his way to an end. But experience, and bad ones at that, finally taught him, patience was what he needed. Patience and time.
Dominique: Doc was right. Well, sort of. Dominique wasn’t entirely sure just how far to allow it to be in one particular direction. Perhaps but then again maybe not. Trahir Trahison. Leave it to one male to make a shitstorm out of everything within reach then leave her with a few parting words to figure it all out. So that was what it was and she still had to sort it out.
What was the key.
Dominique was taking that key and making her way with it through the narrow corridor of Charles Nilson’s business. finding the late night staff that usually would be floating around absent. It was a good thing. It made it much easier for her to slip around the dark corners and up to the door that she knew he was behind. That pull could literally lead her to the other side of a planet to find him if she focused on it and let it guide her.
HOPE curled up to knock on the flat surface in front of her but she paused holding her hand in mid-air. Her hand dropped down as LESS reached out and turned the knob with ease to open. Leaning around the edge of the door she peeked in just in case. Spotting him at his desk she felt her right foot take the lead in bringing her into the widening space as she pushed the door open a little more.
“Hey…” Her announcement she was there was anything but business like. “Are you busy?” She didn’t really wait for him to answer and closed the door behind her.
Doc: To say he was distracted was an understatement. He had laid the mechanical pencil down on the desktop and rested his head in his linked fingers. Eyes closed, he pondered all the balls he was juggling. The main ‘ball in the air’ on his mind was Dominique, and then he felt her presence a mere second before he heard her voice.
Lifting his he head, Doc saw her, standing there just a few feet from him. He had mentioned to Mortll earlier in the week that he had to wait for Dominique to come to him. Was this.. that event? Or was there something else about to come about that he was clueless to?
Unconscious of the fact that he did it, Doc straightened and adjusted his tie. “Of course.” His tone cordial, as he gestured to a chair. “If you wish to sit.. please feel free.” He gave her what would hopefully pass for a welcoming smile, but in reality, looked more like a wary grimace. And he was wary. Not of her. No. He was wary about whether he could keep his anger in check, should the conversation go a certain direction. He had no idea why she was here. But there was a part of him that wanted to push her to hear what he needed to say. Say about Trahir. Yet, the last time he had done something similar to that, it had not worked out so well.
His jaw muscles flexed, as he clenched his jaw tight, done in order to keep his words from spewing forth in a damning tirade. Mentally he counted, using the technique to visibly and mentally calm himself. Doc cleared his throat briefly, buying him some time to school his voice into an even passive tone, “So, what can I do for you?”
Dominique: While she stepped around the office that was pretty much what she expected to see she glanced to him and felt the room nearly shrink around them. Her eyes meant to drift away but she had a few habits and one of them was locking eyes with the vampire sitting in the chair staring back at her. She felt her skin prickle up into tiny bumps and a cool caress ride up the back of her spine. When she finally made her way in front of the empty chair opposite of him she felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise as well as a few other places that were thankfully hidden.
Why were some getting under her skin so easily lately? Her bottom was gloved into the seat beneath her and her hands curled around the arms of the chair. She wet her lips subtly with the tip of her tongue to serve the purpose of soothing her dry lips and to taste the air between them.
“Listen, offer insight perhaps?” She rolled her right shoulder back and her eyes briefly went with it looking behind her as if there could possibly be someone there. When there wasn’t she turned her attention back to the one who created her, brought her to sit in the chair beneath her and likely would be pulling her along with him through whatever eternity brought their way. “Answers if you have them.”
Doc: Her words seemed somewhat forlorn. These were not the words of the defiant paladin that dared him to fight her. No, this was a quest for insight. As though she were missing something, something important that was just out of reach. Perhaps ‘forlorn’ was not the right word, perhaps,.. unsure was a better way to describe her at the moment. He nodded. First things first, if she were to talk, and he were to listen, there should not be a desk between them. He stood up and move around the desk, to the chair beside hers, angling it so that he could see her. Doc did not want there to be a barrier between them, physically or subconsciously.
“That I can do. And should I have answers, I will share them.” He paused, “However, you should realize that sometimes the answers are not what we want to hear. And I will not lie to you. Fair enough?”
Dominique: The air changed temperatures with the rise of his body from the chair he was holding down and the movements that brought him around to the chair next to her. She felt her back straighten a bit while the small of her hips settled back to press as deep into the seat beneath her that she could go. Part of her wanted to feel that sensation of being small yet fearless in the palm of his hand but now was not the time. She had a few keys and she had been waiting to see just where they would fit, perhaps unlock and reveal to her.
While her eyes followed him to find a comfortable place her ears and mind absorbed the message he delivered in response to her own. Doc was Doc. She knew what could be expected and not expected from him. One thing she could count on was hearing what she otherwise would prefer not to. He had a knack for it. Good or bad it was generally the truth. He had been dealing with people for years and he could generally read them like one of his oversized medical books lining the walls around them. She gave the silence between them a minute or so more then she finally spoke up.
“Trahir Trahison.” She said his name. “You were right, I was wrong and messy as well.” The rise of her chest followed the deep draw of air inward. She held on to it as if it was an instant soothe to where she needed it most. “I am sure you will get word of it eventually. I guess Mortll is cleaning up a mess…” She paused and let the air find it’s way out from the parted space between her lips. “Trahir has asked something and I am not sure how to see it exactly.” Her words stopped and her eyes were fixed on his. This was one time she wished she could visually drink in his wisdom and intuition to supplement her own. The shadow was lacking and she was aware of it when it came to the dark side. For that reason and many others she sat there and waited. While she waited she was hoping she could do just that...draw from his bank of knowledge and he would never have to know.
Doc: ****. The one.. ******* time.. someone says he was right.. and he was about to have to admit he was wrong. Should he interrupt her? His thoughts stopped suddenly, as she mentioned Mortll cleaning up the mess. Doc had never gotten those details. Maybe this salvageable. He canted his head to the side as she expounded. “First of all…” He pressed his lips together, “I gave Trahir more credit than I should have. I liked him. But I did not really know him.” He paused, “I thought.. he shared the same goals and beliefs I did.” He rubbed his hands together as he carefully thought about what he was about to tell her.
His movements going still, Doc’s eyes locked on and bore into hers. “He sent me a video, of you breaking the masquerade. I believe I mentioned you needed to check your video feeds. However,” He stared her, “I know it wasn’t you. It was your property. But what the person on that video did, were not your actions. They might have looked like you, but they did not act like you. There is a power that allows you to steal someone else’s appearance. So I had to ask myself. How did he know of this ‘fake’ video, supposedly of you, on your property mind you, and how did it come to be in his hands… unless he did it?
“I had no proof he did it. Just the fact he knew about it. And the fact he admitted he was going to blackmail you with it.” He made a distasteful look. “I wanted to get involved. ******* shoot him really. But you are an adult, and this was your deal. You didn’t need me ‘******* up your life’ again.” He raked a hand through his hair. “I wanted to shoot him. But I knew you could handle him. But do you know what really pissed me off.. first? A person I considered a friend. I don’t have many.. set my spawn up.. as masquerade breaker. What kind of ‘friend’ does that sort of ****? What sort of friend, knowing how seriously I take ‘breaking of the masquerade’ ..sends me a video of my very own spawn breaking it? Unless they wanted to see what I would do. Would I give you a pass? Or would I kill you?” Another pause, “Those are the actions of an enemy.. not a friend.”
Doc leaned back in his chair, “So *I* was the one that wrong… and I am sorry. My ‘friend’ fucked me over and set you up.. for what? What does he get out of it? For one. My undying hatred.. but did he get from you?” He held up an hand, “I am not done. Not only do I think he set you up.. later, someone informs me.. that fuckshit admitted to them.. that he did in fact set you up and was blackmailing you. He seemed pleased about it, from what I am told.” Doc smiled a humorless smile, “And this person he admitted this to.. had only known him a few hours. He is a loose cannon, and I will enjoy killing him over and over.”
Dominique: “He burned them.” She didn’t look away. Her eyes stayed on his because there was no where else that her focus should be. “The discs are gone. He told me what he did.” Part of her wanted to kick Trahir square in the *** for it still. The other part wanted to kick her own *** for actually sitting in Doc’s office and admitting what she just did. There was no love lost from what she could see. So this was leading to her next question.
“So he gave you a copy. What happened to that and who is the one telling you about it...Mortll?” She figured that could be one possibility. She was driving him around in his moving boat of a car and giving Nicolette time off from being stuck behind the wheel. “It wasn’t me.” The campers in the woods was her mess but she saw the same thing on the discs for the first time on a television screen as well. She stretched and then shifted to fold her legs beneath her. “He said he wants…”Her words fell short while her mind started spinning with the possibilities of who else had been handed the discs.
What if… her jaw tightened. “He wants me?” Okay, so given the conversation currently at hand she feels like she was speaking Greek or something and it had no place in what they were discussing.
Doc: When she admitted that Trahir had burned the incriminating discs, he should have felt better. But he didn’t. Because for one, Trahir had sent him a copy. And two? Who else did Trahir send it to? And three, who else was a party to the whole blackmail scheme? There had to be at least two involved, Trahir and someone else. Either Trahir took Dominique’s face and broke the masquerade while being filmed, or, someone else took Dominique’s face while Trahir filmed. That meant, there was a loose end, an unknown entity that could still put his spawn at risk. ******* Friend? No. Trahir had burned that ******* bridge. But when she said, ‘He wants me?’, that stopped him cold.
“Really? As what precisely? An object? A trophy? Surely not a partner that deserves fair treatment.. because .. someone with ‘that’ mindset would not ******* blackmail you.. and they would not try to get your Sire to turn on you.. now would they?” ******* Trahir. He wanted something. What precisely he wanted, Doc was not sure. “Let me lay this out.. You tell me what you think..alright?”
Doc schooled his voice to be flat, emotionless, and he tried to chose his words to be impartial. “A man sets up a woman. Something incriminating. He informs the woman’s father about this .. incriminating evidence, that he has. He doesn't offer to destroy it to the father. No. He just tells him, he has it. And that his daughter should.. ‘behave’ properly now. It’s not enough information to let the father have proof that the man was behind all of it. Just hints. Then the man, starts getting close, to several other important people in that man’s life. Why would he do that? What do you think his purpose is? Does it sound innocent and above board to you?”
Dominique: “Well…”
Dominique’s mouth opened and one word came out that was supposed to lead into several more but obviously that was a bit delayed. The whirlwind of events of the past month played out in her head. She didn’t skip any details as she skimmed through it all. It was giving her a few questions to carry home with her when she left. She just wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.
“His words…” She was ******* stumped just where the hell to go with all of it but might as well just put it out there despite the cloud of wtf Doc sent up and for good reason. It all happened. “Doesn’t want me laying with anyone else.” She blinked and heard his voice reciting the rest. “Yeah, so there is that. He isn’t a saint that is for sure. I am no trophy so that can’t be it. So, perhaps he was out to hand me my *** and somewhere in the midst of it he found out he would be dealing his own out there as well? As for above board or innocent. No, he likely would be the last to claim those qualities.”
Over and over she felt the pleasure of the moment increase as she cleaned him then rubbed her satellite dish size ears into his damp skin. She couldn't stop. She stretched then curled up in a fur covered cloud of purring.
