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[adameliasbeck-blog]

A bark of laughter escaped him and he shook his head. “No, no, not an FBI thing.”

God, he didn’t think it was an FBI thing. Maybe it should be an FBI thing? Was he a terrible person for not like… going to the police? He hadn’t even thought about it. Because it was Mikhail. He couldn’t turn him in. but he probably should. Murder was enough to send him running but not enough to call the cops?

He dropped his head to the bar. He was a terrible human being. What would he say if the cops ever did get involved. I know I didn’t turn him in, but hey, I broke up with the guy. That counts, right?

He was a terrible person.

He lifted his head. “I need like five thousand more drinks,” he said.

[alaricflamel]

A small, almost knowing smile began to form on his lips, watching him think. It must have been one hell of a thing. Before he even mentioned more drinks, Alaric was already prepping him another. “Don’t you worry 'bout a thing, friend. I got you.” He slid the glass towards Adam once more.

[ircnbound]

If it was only that simple. Jason had never been one to control his emotions, rather, they had a pretty good hold over him. “That ‘ain’t never been in my fuckin’ nature,” he explained, trying to calm himself down. He stopped pacing, for one. Mostly. Energy flowed through him at a speed where he felt it buzzing below the surface, and he had to burn it off somehow. “I get fuckin’ mad an- people around me get hurt, yeah?” His fists were balled so tight his knuckles were completely white, jaw clenched and he pulled at his short hair, as if forcibly keeping himself still. He was still seeing red, and wanted - needed to tear the Russian apart.

[alaricflamel]

“Go back to your place and box, then, if that’s what’ll really help. Or, just find some poor bloke on the side of the road. You’ll get your chance to take it out on Mikhail soon enough, I promise you.” He replied, eyes following his every move. Oho, would this be a good fight. He had the perfect plan to make sure Mikhail didn’t do something like this again, too. Let Jason unleash all his rage, to the point of near death on the Russian, and then stop the fight. Max was sure to be against the idea, which was why he wasn’t ever going to let him in on it.

“Go take a cold shower, while you’re at it. I’ll take care of your friend. Does he have family?”

[almcsteasy]

“But he didn’t go, he didn’t do anything, he didn’t tell on you.” He sniffled and rubbed his hands over his face. Trying to reason like this wasn’t going to do any good and he knew it - there was no talking either of them out of this. “Just don’t hurt him. Please? Don’t do anything to him, he didn’t do anything. Just leave him alone.”

When Alaric’s fingers curled around his jaw, Chris’ first instinct was to pull away but he made himself sit still, allowing the other to do what he wanted. Once he stood up, though, the smaller male crawled across the floor and sat down on the mattress, pulling the blanket around himself and over his head. “Lessons? What lessons?” He peeked out, biting down on his lip while he waited for an answer.

[alaricflamel]

“No, but he thought about it. He was getting confident. He needed to be taught what happens when you even think about it.” Alaric snorted. “I honestly can’t promise you that. It depends on how well he behaves during all this.”

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he turned back around towards Chris, another smile crossing his lips. “You’ll just have to wait and see now, won’t you?”

[almcsteasy]

Once he’d finally settled down, Chris had drifted off into an uneasy rest for the ride there. That was, until he was so rudely awakened and dragged out of the van. If it were anyone else and in any other situation, he probably would’ve enjoyed the hair pulling. But not like this. Alaric was too rough.

He felt like he was about to freeze, and curled into himself in an attempt to keep warm once he was put in the room. Being touched just made him shiver and squeeze his eyes shut again. When he was freed from the cuffs and the gag was taken out, the blonde sniffled and looked up at Alaric, holding his wrists in his lap and rubbing them where the cuffs had been digging into his skin.

“I’m sorry,” He looked like he was about to cry again, but he held it back as much as he could. “Is this because I was mean to you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be, I really didn’t. I’m sorry. I wanna go home, I’ll be good, I promise.”

[alaricflamel]

The room was filled with a harsh bark of a laugh. “Hardly. No. This is because your smart little boyfriend was thinking about going to the police about me. See, he has some evidence on me that he shouldn’t. But he’s about to know what happens to people who think about going to the police. Had he actually gone to them, his punishment would have been so much worse.”

A menacing grin spread across his lips, looking almost insane. He crouched, taking Chris’ chin into his hand. “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting any pleasure from seeing you like this.” Then he stood and nodded towards the mattress on the floor and the quilt. “Lessons begin tomorrow. Let’s see how long it takes for the noble Aldyria police department to find you.”

[almcsteasy]

When he was hit, Chris almost immediately went still. Not really because he was stunned or because it hurt, but because he was scared. That was when he let a few tears roll, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to get them to stay and to will them away. He wasn’t really sure why he was crying; whether it was the pain from being punched or the flash of bad memories he got, or both, he didn’t know.

This time, he wasn’t going to fight back. He allowed himself to be gagged with little resistance, biting down into the rag and letting out a shaky breath as Alaric spoke. A few muffled words came from behind the rag, nothing intelligible, and he nodded. If the older Chris hadn’t been brought up, he would’ve kept struggling and fighting against them. But for the time being, he decided that he needed to be good, for his own sake as well as the other Chris’.

[alaricflamel]

“See? Isn’t that better?” He threw his head back and laughed, turning back around. It would be another hour and fifteen minutes before they got to Littleton, so in the mean time, Alaric turned the radio on and pulled out another cigarette to smoke it in the car. “Hope you like classical.”

This time, it was Alaric who dragged the small man out of the van, fingers tangled in his hair and yanking. But that’s all he did, all he wanted to do (and got much pleasure in doing so), letting his two men drag him into the warehouse. A chill ran down his spine-- it seemed even his thick coat wasn’t enough to keep the eighteen degree chill from piercing his skin. Fortunately, it was much warmer inside, something he saw to before he brought Chris there. He didn’t want him to get frostbite. That wasn’t his goal.

When they threw him into a room, Alaric motioned for them to leave the two alone for a moment. He kneeled down, first taking the gag out of Chris’ mouth and then taking the cuffs off. “This is your new home for a week or so. Scream all you want, just remember what I said, hm? Be a good boy and you might just get to go home sooner. Might.“

[almcsteasy]

As soon as he saw the blood from Alaric’s nose, a little smirk spread across his lips. It fell right away, though, when he was turned around. Feeling the cuffs closing around his wrists just made him start to struggle again, kicking at the man behind him as hard as he could in an attempt to get him to back up.

“Stop!” He meant to only raise his voice a little, but the word came out on a scream. It took only a moment for him to start screaming, making sure that he was as loud as he could get. “Don’t! Touch! Me!” Even though he couldn’t reach him, Chris spat in Alaric’s direction again and attempted to kick the back of his seat.

[alaricflamel]

Without following orders, the man who tied Chris up, swung his fist right into his face, knuckles connecting with his jaw in an attempt to stun him. While he lay there for that split second, the man began to gag him with a rag. In the back of Alaric’s mind, he was glad that he’d picked a secluded warehouse all the way in Littleton. He didn’t bother wiping the spit from his face that time, only licking his lips of it and grinning.

“The more you struggle the more pleasure they take in doing this to you and the more punished you’ll be,” Alaric hissed through his teeth at him. “Every single movement, every single sound you make will only make it worse for you. And the worse it gets for you the more hurt Pierce will be. Think about that.”

[alicebeaumont]

In the midst of another round of mirthful laughter, by chance she caught the image of a man behind the bar. Her breath caught, almost hitching, and her smile fell. It felt as though the ground had moved beneath her feet. She wasn’t on the same footing as when she’d arived, knocked completely off kilter. Her acquaintances became concerned, and Alice did her best to recover despite her heart pounding and cheeks flushing. “I’m, no I’m fine…I just need to make a quick phone call I’ll be right back.” Alice rose and headed quickly for the ladies room, hoping she’d be the only one inside.

“Oh God,” she breathed or - tried to. What was he doing here? She leaned against the sink and tried to keep herself together in the aftermath of coming face to face with the man who still haunted her dreams. 

[alaricflamel]

A customer had engaged in conversation with Alaric, and he was never one to turn it down. After all, he might just learn something about someone in town. And knowledge was power. Though, when he looked back to her spot just to check on her, she was gone. Whatever the man at the bar was saying suddenly became gibberish as he stood up straight and searched the room for her.

He saw nothing. Heard nothing. He did pick up a disturbance in the group she was sitting with. Brows were furrowing, eyebrows raising, and he could hear them ask what was up with her. It stopped soon, though and they were back to laughing and talking. Alaric turned back to the man at the bar, holding up a finger and smiling. “Hold that thought, would you?”

Alaric motioned the bartender that was serving that side to meet him in the back. His own brows furrowed, he crossed his arms and paced while the bartender entered the back room. “Do you know what happened to the woman that just left?”

“I don’t know, she went to the bathroom or something. Said she had to make a phone call?”

It wasn’t a good enough answer, but he would have to deal with it. Alaric nodded and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Alright.. Okay. Thanks. Get back out there, now. I’ll be out in a sec.”

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[alicebeaumont]

@alaricflamel

The bar was bustling, and of course she realised then why her co-worker had suggested the King’s Den. It seemed like the place to be, although she’d heard wonderful things about the Railyard Tap, and still wondered if she’d prefer that kind of place. It seemed a little more her style - but in any case she was enjoying her first night out in Aldyria since her arrival. One martini in and Alice was already a little buzzed, as she and her new-found acquaintances laughed over one particular customer who had been difficult earlier that day.

[alaricflamel]

Alaric always came through the back when he came into work. It’s what his boss did and it’s what he learned to do. When he walked into the main room, he greeted the customers he walked by, greeted his employees, and asked if there were any new customers so that he could pay for their drinks on their first night. Someone pointed out the woman on the other side of the bar, right on the corner. Alaric was about to walk on over to ask what she’d been drinking-- until he saw her face.

The man froze in his place, actually backing away for once. His employees, thinking it odd, asked if something was wrong. But he just stayed silent, eyes glued onto the woman in the corner. “Get back to work,” he mumbled under his breath before breaking his stare and turning his back to clean some glasses.

The one thought out of many that stood out to him as he listened to her laugh, a laugh he hadn’t heard in years was, ‘This can’t be happening.’ It had to be a dream. But every time he turned back around to tend to the customers that were ordering drinks, every time he saw her, he knew it wasn’t a dream, and it was really her. The one person he ever loved as much as he loved his brother, if not more was sitting seats away from him. 

[ircnbound]

Adrenaline still surged through his veins, but the mention of a fight grabbed Jason’s full attention. Though he wanted to hunt the guy down then and there, he could work with Alaric’s solution. Didn’t have much choice, if he was thinking clearly, and he would once he calmed down. “Yeah, alright.” He’d been unable to get his hands on the Russian thus far, but he would have to wait a little longer.

[alaricflamel]

“Yeah? Good. Alright. I’ll text Max, I’m sure he and Mikhail will be pleased to hear about it,” he nodded, taking his phone out again and sending a quick text. Raising his head again, he raised his eyebrows at the still pacing man. Still upset over the body, of course. “I suggest you shove all the emotions you’re feeling right now into a box and save them for the fight. You’ll feel much better, Jason.”

[adameliasbeck-blog]

“I’d tell you,” he said, fingers tapping his glass. “But then someone would probably have to kill you. And you did just say you were avoiding that. The death thing. I’d hate to ruin that for you.”

[alaricflamel]

“What, is it an FBI kind of thing?” He asked out of curiosity. If it was, he definitely didn’t want to know. He didn’t need FBI coming after him and all his hard work.

[lyratruitt]

          “Any suggestions as to where I should direct my attention then? Since you seem to know what you’re talking about.”

[alaricflamel]

“Depends on what you’re lookin’ for, sweetheart.”

[almcsteasy]

When he was kicked, Chris cried out and curled into himself, arms wrapping around his midsection. “No!” He struggled against the man, grabbing for his phone but missing it as Alaric got it. “Give it back! Please? Please, please, I need it.” His hands went to his face and he looked out at Alaric through his fingers; even though he wanted to cry, he wouldn’t. He wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing that. Not yet, anyway. 

The blonde made sure to keep an eye on things that they passed, glancing out the window every couple of minutes. If he was going to try to deal with this on his own, he’d have to know where he was, right? As soon as Alaric spoke, though, Chris leaned in and hit him again, this time making sure that his hand connected with his face and not just his shoulder. “Don’t you fucking touch me. I’ll kill you, I swear to god.”

[alaricflamel]

“Oh, you don’t need anything where you’re going,” Alaric sneered, however it was knocked off by a weak attempt of a punch and the look on his face turned to a dangerous kind of rage. It filled his eyes, though his expression was cold. He could feel blood start to dribble from his nose.

“Put the cuffs on him.” Alaric told the man in the back, eyes still trained on Chris when his order was carried out. The man took Chris by the wrists, turned him around, and put the cuffs on his wrists, holding him down. “Oh, I won’t. But these two will.”

[almcsteasy]

As soon as he was put in the van, Chris’ phone was shoved into the top of the bra in hopes that it wouldn’t be taken from him. Even though he’d never really been taught the dangers that came with fucking with strangers, he’d always been told to keep his phone on him and hidden if it was possible, to keep it from being taken away. He kicked his other shoe off and picked it up, holding it in his lap once he’d gotten it. He’d hit someone with a shoe before and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again if he had to.

“He didn’t even do anything!” He protested, leaning forward and spitting in Alaric’s face. That kind of thing was probably part of what had gotten him into this situation in the first place, but he didn’t care. Chris wanted to be let go, and he wanted to go home and eat cheese sticks and go to bed. But that clearly wasn’t going to happen, was it? “I didn’t do anything either, fuck you,” His hand connected sharply with Alaric’s shoulder, and he was convinced that it did more harm to him than it did to Alaric. “Just fucking take me home! I wanna go home. Now!” He kicked the back of the seat in front of him, and was going to keep it up until he wore them down. “Take! Me! Home!” After each word there was a harder kick, and after he spoke he went back to kicking in earnest.

[alaricflamel]

As soon as Chris spit in his face, Alaric nodded to the man in the back. Wiping his face, he watched as he shoved Chris to the back of the van and kicked him in the side. Then, picking the small drag queen back up, the man noticed the phone and plucked it out from his bra, tossing it to Alaric. He inspected it and grinned. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Keeping secrets from me, are we?”

As they were driving, Alaric debated throwing the phone out the window. But it would just be more evidence for them to find. So, he kept it, turning it off and tucking it into his jacket. Then, turning back around, he looked the drag queen up and down. “Looks like you’re gonna have to be tied up and gagged. No one likes a screamer.”

[almcsteasy]

Looking out of the corner of his eye, Chris thought he saw someone, but he decided to ignore it. It was his mind playing tricks on him because he was still feeling paranoid. That’s what it had been the last couple of times he’d thought that he saw people, why wouldn’t it be that this time? Of course that’s what it was, it had to be.

Except it wasn’t. Not this time. As soon as he felt hands on him, Chris’ grip on his phone got tighter and he started to kick, hoping his heels would catch one of the men’s legs. All that did, though, was make one of his shoes come off. Even though it was muffled by the hand over his mouth, the blonde screamed and kept it up until he was out of breath. 

Being dragged, he continued to try to fight against them, but all he did was wear himself out. He was already tired from not sleeping well the night before and now he was making it worse on himself. And now he regretted trying to squeeze in exercise.

[alaricflamel]

Alaric, cigarette in hand, made his way across the street with his head ducked down and face covered with his large hood. As the two men took Chris to the van just around the corner, Alaric picked up the heel behind them, a smile ghosting across his lips. What a nice little present this will make, Alaric thought to himself.

After one of the men climbed in after Chris was thrown into the van, the other hopped behind the wheel and Alaric entered the passenger’s seat turning around to face the drag queen. “Your boyfriend is walking a very thin line, Christopher.” His voice was like that of a snake’s, low and hissing. “I’m about to teach him a lesson and show him what I can potentially do to him.” Alaric flashed a grin and waved the hell around. But before he completely turned back around to face the road, he paused for a moment. Then, “And I do believe that you need to be taught a lesson as well. Every action has their consequences, dear.”

[almcsteasy]

@alaricflamel

After spending the last couple of hours at home getting ready to go into work, Chris finally grabbed his bag from the living room, said goodbye to the older Chris, and headed out the door. Rather than driving, he decided that he would walk to Oasis and get in some exercise that he felt was badly needed. With his bag slung over his shoulder, the blonde started the route to the club, making sure to keep an eye on his surroundings after what had happened with Charlie. It didn’t take long, though, for him to stop paying much attention in favor of messing around on his phone, eyes glued to the screen as he walked.

[alaricflamel]

After hearing Pierce talk about thinking of going to the police about him, Alaric decided it was time to show him what he could really do to people who crossed him. Plus, the smaller Chris was already acting like a child to him, only making him want to teach the two a lesson even more. 

It was Thanksgiving night, the snow falling softly and the cold nipping at his face. He stood in a dark, corner on the street, smoking a cigarette as he watched Chris walk down the street. Why he would go walking in this frigid weather was beyond him-- but he was thankful for it. It just meant he wouldn’t have to break into their house. Eyes glued to the man in drag, Alaric nodded to his henchmen. It was time.

They nodded back and left his side, silently catching up with Chris. One moment, they were right behind him, both looking at each other. The next, they grabbed his arms, one of their hands covering his mouth. It was time to drag him to the van around the corner.

[alaricflamel]

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