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The huge killer leaned back in the saddle of his Victory Judge, eyes making random sweeps of the late night denizens of Harper Rock City as the bike rumbled a quiet, yet throaty idle beneath him. He had spent weeks in the north of the city, systematically killing off the Lionelli that made their home in Foucault Castle. The last thing the city needed was more ‘connected’ families. He had heard rumors at the Met, and taken action. Mordechai seldom waited around for help, doing his best work solo, though he had seen some acquaintances of his slipping through the shadows and doing their part to end this scourge. For over two weeks, he hadn’t even left to feed, using his powers to lure unsuspecting cattle into the halls of the old castle. Now though, he needed to make a run home to see his kennedy, and drop off the multitude of parts he had found for her, and maybe make a run over to Pru’s place, the High Noon. He had not seen much of her since she had found a new focus in life, and it would be nice to run into her.

The trip to swansdale was uneventful, even with the increased police presence, and the way they stared at the seven foot three inch, three hundred thirty pound, leather clad behemoth that rolled down the streets with their hands resting firmly on the butts of their service pistols. Long hair streaming out from beneath his helmet, Mordechai finally slid the judge into his reserved spot beneath Veil, and rode the elevator to his apartment to divest himself of the hundreds of weapon parts he had found in the castle. Looking out the open window over the lights of the city, Mordechai smiled, when his enhanced vision showed none were near or looking, and just one more black shadow amidst the night’s blackness, dove out the window. With speed and smoothness built from years of practice, the male shifted into the form of a massive harpy eagle. The seven foot wingspan propelled him higher and higher until he was just a speck against the moon laced clouds. Circling once, the eyes of the eagle let him easily scan all of the surrounding area, the slightest movement catching his attention, til it was catalogued and stored in his memory. Tucking his wings slightly to increase speed. Mordechai rode the cities updrafts till he reached the smokestack of the old abandoned power plant, and with one more cautious circle dropped to the backlot of the High Noon Saloon, shifting back to his true form, just as the bear paw sized talons graced the asphalt.

Slipping around to the front, Mordechai nodded a greeting to Annie, then headed up the entrance hall. Enter the barroom proper, his eyes swept the floor, taking in the gangsters, college kids, and regulars, as he spoke quietly in a deep rumbling voice that was eerily reminiscent of the overbored Judge’s idle to the head of security standing behind the door bouncers, “Going back to the boss’s place. If you see her let her know.” Meeting JJ’s nod with a matching one, he slipped the secret panel and strode quietly down the hidden aisle to Pru’s office.

Calling out quietly as he entered, Mordechai found an empty office awaiting him. Entering the killer watched the cctv for a moment before settling into the oversized reinforced chair he had brought in when he gave Pru her Hayabusa. Not many ready found chairs could handle the massive package of muscle and sinew wrapped inside his riding leathers, without creaking, or breaking. It matched the one behind the desk of his office, and in just a few moments, his eyes were closed as he slowly spun on the well oiled bearings….as he subconsciously dropped right into his normal behavior when he sat in his office thinking, chair spinning, eyes closed.

His eyes were closed as he slowly spun, but his ears tracked the cadence of the footfalls in the hall, and cross referenced with the light scent his nostrils inhaled, let him know that someone he knew, someone that belonged, Lorelai, was entering the office. Almost since the night they met, for some reason, the slight blonde telepath had been afraid of him. To him it made no sense, he had never harmed her, had brought her items she had needed for her rituals, had even started coming into the saloon before sunset, fighting the slight lethargy he sometimes felt to place a thin clean blanket he had bought over the table in the back room, then more nights than not sitting outside till he sensed her movement inside to be sure she was undisturbed, then silently slipping away. Something had gone wrong when Pru saved the woman. The killer did not understant all the nuances, other than to know that each night, somehow, Lorelai was transported to the table in the back room. Usually dressed as a Victoria's Secret model.

Mordechai waited till she spoke, then dropped both New Rocks to the floor stopping the chair so that he was facing her, perfectly aligned. His eyes snapped open, one obsidian, one cerulean, he had forgone the colored contacts that usually hid his heterochromic irises. “Hello Lorelai.” He paused as she offered to place a call for him , but then slightly shook his head the long tresses making a silken swish against the silk of his shirt. “That is not necessary, She is a busy woman, I do not wish to intrude upon her” Mordechai thought back to the months it had been since he had laid eyes on his friend in the castle up north, then gave a slight shrug. “If she does not come in I will leave shortly. Do you still dabble in the arts? If so I have a few more of those syringes you use”

The large male shifted slightly in the chair but remained seated. The woman was pretty enough as she stood in the doorway, but the crossed arms were a sure sign of defensiveness. Mordechai knew that his very presence was often intimidating do to his brobdingnagian proportions, and did not wish to cause a further schism between them. At least now she was the taller, even if she was only one third his weight. He remembered the last time he had been here talking with Prudence, she had mentioned that the *****’s spawn had shown an interest in Lorelai and knew that it was generally accepted to be good manners if you asked to the well being of significant others. Their conversation had seemed slightly stilted as it was, so he decide to add a personal touch. “How is….Mr Damico doing, Pru mentioned that you had found someone” There, that was definitely polite and caring, kennedy would be proud.

A slow smile softened the stony visage as the killer waited for the petite blonde to speak. Ever since he had opened his eyes she had been staring at them. The heterochromic iris’ seemed to catch everyone's attention, more so since his transformation. It was the main reason he wore the cosmetic black contact that he had decided to forego this night. In public it helped him to blend in, remain as inconspicuous as a seven foot killer could be. In private, or with his few friends, he cared not and recently had begun to wear it less and less. The more time that passed since his turning, the less he cared what anyone thought… the less he cared about anything. Still it was amusing to watch Pru’s spawn stare, it was almost as those she was having a conversation with herself about it to decide if she should mention it or not.

Finally she began to speak, answering his questions mainly, not adding much detail other than what was strictly necessary to provide the answer. Then she surprised him, a two - fold surprise. First she asked about his beloved kennedy, and then she moved farther into the room, closer to him, and sat across from him, as if to continue the discussion. The smile spread as Mordechai thought about his kennedy. It even reached his eyes for a moment as his gravely voice made itself heard. “ kennedy is doing well. She has recently taken up a new craft, and spends most of her time at the apartment practicing, improving, and turning out items for sale. In my travels I find many of the parts she uses so in a way, it is a collaborative effort.” He paused for a moment as his eyes scanned her face. This was the first time the woman had ever entered his presence without her sire almost ordering her to stay and talk. “If you wish, I can keep an eye out for items to help you with your rituals. Prepare a list of some of the things that are harder to find, and I will try to fulfil it.” The laconic killer was a horrid conversationalist, he preferred action to words, but there was nothing to do. Nothing but talk. His eyes roved about the office resting for a moment on the armoire. Mordechai knew that Pru had given space to Lorelai for clothes but he decided that topic was verboten, as the last time they had met up the telepath had almost seemed to have a psychotic break when Mordie had pointed out that Pru should get knickers like the ones Lorelai was sporting as part of her outfits for cruising her Hayabusa. Instead he chose to go with what he hoped was a more neutral topic. “I was wondering, is the blanket I brought for the table sufficient? Or would you prefer something different?” An eyebrow cocked as he awaited reply