Blakesley
Blakesley got out of the car and waited for his driver to come around and close the door for him. His bones ached, dammit. Remind him not to take a telekinetic. Christian had just been too tempting a target to resist. He walked up to the front of the hotel and went to the person at the desk, making sure the place was heavily populated. "Excuse me..." The receptionist looked up. "Can you send a call to Taylor Hanson, Jane Hall and Natalia Rayner to tell them that Blakesley would like to talk to them?"
"I'll see what I can do, sir."
"Thank you. I'll just wait over here until you get a reply." Blakesley moved out of the way slightly.
Taylor
Taylor opened the door to his and Mouse's room to see a messenger.
"Mr. Hanson?"
"Yes?"
"Someone at the desk wishes to speak with yourself, Ms. Hall and Ms. Rayner."
Taylor frowned.
"Do you know who it is?"
"Sorry Sir."
Taylor nodded, before the man left. He closed the door and turned to Mouse.
"Did you hear that?" he raised his eyebrows, "for some reason..."
He shook his head slightly.
"That didn't sound right for some reason."
Mouse
"Who would know us all by name? I don't even introduce myself as Jane...I'm always Mouse," Mouse said worriedly. "Who do you think it could be? Priss wouldn't have appeared down there, she would have just 'ported in to avoid notice, and she doesn't know Natalia. Who knows all three of us, and would refer to us formally?" Her eyes suddenly narrowed. "He wouldn't *dare*..."
Taylor
Taylor hesitated, then scratched his forehead.
"Well, if it's someone important we better not keep them waiting..."
He pursed his lips and looked toward the window.
"I'll go. It doesn't sound right for some reason."
He opened the door.
MOuse and Natalia
"I'll come with you," Mouse said as she stood, Fafnir pressing his head under her hand. Bets looked up from her place near the door, curioustity thrumming through her.
What's going on?
/Probably nothing. But would you go guard Natalia please? Mouse requested. The malamute sighed, then got up and went through the door. She scratched on Natalia's door to be let in, and the violet eyed mutant opened it.
"Bets?" The malamute pushed past her and inside. "Mouse? What's happening?" Natalia looked down the hallway in confusion.
"Nothing, don't worry yourself any, sweetie." Natalia nodded and closed the door again. Mouse turned to Taylor. "Let's go then."
Taylor
Taylor hesitated worriedly, then put his hands on her shoulders.
"I really don't think you should come," he insisted, knowing she could tell he was worried for her.
"For all we know it could be press. Someone who's seen me with both of you and has somehow picked up your names. I don't want either of you exploited, ok? As soon as they see that ring on your finger they're gonna put two and two together and go nuts."
Mouse
"Ok...but I have a really, really bad feeling about this. Take Fafnir, at least," Mouse insisted. "And I'll go next door and talk to Natalia."
Ok, Pack, let's go see what this twolegger wants.
Taylor
Taylor nodded.
"Ok. But Fafnir? You have to stay hidden. You know you're not supposed to be here. Try not to let any of the humans see you."
He leant in and kissed Mouse, before beginning down the hallway toward the stairs - Fafnir right behind.
He began down the stairs, pausing slightly before opening the ground door. Knowing Fafnir would stay hidden as he was told, he cautiously began toward the lobby.
When he got near to the desk, he looked around for whoever had wanted him.
Blakesley
Blakesley smoothly moved up behind Taylor. "Hello, Jordan...oh, my mistake. Jane told me you prefer Taylor..." He would've tapped him on the shoulder, but as both of his hands were in casts, and one arm was in a splint, not an option. "How nice it is to see you again."
Fafnir whined slightly deep in his throat as he watched the twolegger come up behind his Pack Leader. He smelt sick and rotting, like pain and death...
Taylor
Taylor froze, his eyes widening.
He instantly recognized the voice... not only from the dreams, but from Anaheim. He didn't want to remember the face.
Closing his eyes, he gulped.
"What do you want?" he asked in a low voice, without turning around.
Blakesley
"Just a friendly chat," Blakesley said in injured tones. "Of course I was looking forward to seeing the ladies as well, but you, being the man of honour that you are left them in their rooms, one would surmise. How...chivalrous of you."
Taylor
Taylor gulped a little, noticing his hands quivering. He hoped Blakesley wouldn't notice.
"It happens after time," he replied softly, opening his eyes and looking to the side - not enough to see the doctor behind him.
"Just tell me what you want and get out of here."
Blakesley
"Scared to look me in the eye, Taylor?" Blakesley said in an icy purr. "Do I still cause you nightmares? I've been told I have that effect...Do you wake up sweat drenched and shivering because all you see is glimpses? I do know you got your memory erased, but I think it must not be complete...otherwise you wouldn't have a problem looking at me. Your clone was very informative." Even if you have no infomation, bluff as if you do.
Taylor
"And maybe it's because I know what you look like. From Anaheim. And I don't need a reminder," Taylor replied, softly again.
Even though they were in a public place, he wasn't exactly in the positon to aggrivate him and get away with it.
"And Christian wouldn't say anything. I bet he was in and out pretty quick."
Blakesley
"You would think that, wouldn't you?" Blakesley said calmly. "I do believe you know Miss Terry as well...strange things, genetics. A human alien hybrid with no powers of her own... and the fact that she trusts humans made her easy to fool after she captured Christian for me. Sometimes a face is prettiest as it turns blue...with blood running down from the mouth. Contrasts, you see."
Taylor
"For all I care you could have killed her. After what she did to..."
He cut himself off and liked his lips, looking around at the people in the lobby. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite into the lobby, so no one was even glancing in their direction.
"Fafnir?" he called softly in wolf, "I left the doors open for a reason. Tell Mouse. Don't let her do anything stupid."
MOuse
Fafnir slipped upstairs to fetch Mouse.
"Oh, she isn't dead. Christian took her with him, for some reason known only to himself," Blakesley said peevishly, noting to the back of his mind that Taylor had growled. Was there a dog or some other canid nearby? Must have been. Well, he'd have to be even more on his guard. "Your clone is a very interesting individual."
Mouse looked up as Fafnir approached the door and phased through ti. Let's go. Silently the two of them padded down to where Taylor was. We're here, amour.
Taylor
"Interesting is probably the right word. If anyone gave him the time of day he could tell a million stories. Not particularly on my list of things to do. I've already had more... encounters with him than I'd like."
He let his shoulders relax slightly, knowing that Mouse was now nearby and could watch over him. Nevertheless, he stepped forward slightly.
Mouse
Blakesley shadowed him and took a step forward to stay inside Taylor's personal space. "Really? He had only the fondest words for you. Except he was rather uncomplimentary of your appearance."
Step away, Blakesley, step away, Mouse willed, Fafnir snarling deep inside his chest by her side.
Taylor
"Stay calm, he's only doing it to grit us," Taylor said softly in wolf.
"Why should I care about that?" he began in English again, "if you don't have anything else... constructive to say, then please get the hell out of here."
Mouse
"For me, this is constructive. Tell me...did Natalia enjoy my memory box I sent?" Blakesley smiled slightly.
He's injured. Mouse said in surprise as Blakesley shifted slightly. His arm's in a sling, and I think the other hand is in a cast!
Taylor
Taylor almost snorted, before turning to face Blakesley.
"Christian do some damage, huh?" he smiled slightly, having no troubles looking into his face as he wiped the nightmares from his thoughts.
"I believe I said you couldn't contain him."
Mouse
"What happened to the welt?" Blakesley said curiously, raising his hand slightly before he forgot it was in a cast. "I whipped you across the face...the scar should've run from your hairline down to your chin..."
Can we kill him now? Fafnir inquired in a growl.
Too many people. Maybe later.
Taylor
Taylor looked uncomfortable for a moment, placing a hand on his cheek as the area in question heated slightly.
"Amazing, isn't it?" he said softly, "I guess you'll leanr something new every day."
He eyed the casts. Hearing Mouse and Fafnir's conversation, he squinted up at the doctor.
"Did you know there's a death warrant out for you at the moment?"
Mouse
Blakesley tipped his head slightly. "A death warrant? For *me*? I admit to feeling quite surprised. I was only doing my job after all."
And you're a sick, sick bastard for taking such pleasure in it. Mouse spat venomously. Don't do anything stupid, don't do anything stupid, don't do anything stupid...
Taylor
"Some job."
Taylor winced a little at Mouse's emotions... he was trying so hard to keep himself together.
"If you don't want anything else, I'm being expected."
He would have walked away long before, but Blakesley was between he and Mouse. So, he made to walk past him.
Mouse
"It pays the bills." Blakesley shrugged eoqouently as he moved with Taylor. "And it entertains me. They were all so beautiful in their pain, and like angels when they died."
Mouse swayed forward, then swayed back as her fingers tightened convulsively in Fafnir's fur. Don't kill him, don't kill him.
"But sometimes you have to go for the pain, rather then the death. Natalia is never so beautiful as when she suffers." Blakesley smiled, and something in Mouse's brain clicked over. "Voice never as pure as when she screams..."
You're dead, you just don't know it yet, she promised him icily in her head.
Taylor
Taylor stopped abruptly when he spoke, and frowned. Then he looked across at the doctor's casts.
"You're not exactly in a position of power here."
He looked up at his face.
"You don't know who's watching."
He stared into his eyes for a moment, before pushing past and making it to the door before the doctor could respond. He opened the door and went through to meet Mouse on the other side.
Mouse
Blakesley caught Mouse's eye and smiled chillingly before turning on his heel and leaving. "You don't know what you're in for..."
"Taylor!" Mouse hugged him hard. "Just don't listen to him. He's one of those guys who gets into your head..."
Taylor
"And don't I know it," Taylor shivered a little, slamming the door behind him.
Then he leant in to her and kissed her again.
"Thanks for coming. I felt you here, that's probably the only reason I didn't do something stupid."
Mouse
"I was so close to doing something myself," Mouse said quietly. "Let's go back upstairs again. Nat will be frantic...if she caught a glimpse through her window or something. Damn that man! Can't he just leave her be?"
Taylor
"I don't know," Taylor shook his head, putting his arm around her.
"He knows there's a death warrant on his head now."
Mouse
"That might give him pause...maybe." Mouse shook her head slightly as they headed back upstairs. Crisis averted...for now.