Intruder

Peter Gabriel |OC| Werewolf

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         Watching the man stumble around, Kyleigh wondered if she should even give the guy the alcohol at all. But being around her father long enough, she knew this wasn’t some drunken fit. This guy was messed up. On what? She didn’t know.

        Slowly approaching him, she opened the bottle and held it out to him. His eyes were scaring her the most and she wondered if she should call an ambulance or something.

      “Dude, what the hell is going on with you? Do you need help?” she asked, backing away from him slightly in case he attacked her.

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      He snatched the bottle from her at lightening speed. His fucked up eyes closed, he put the bottle to his lips, and started to gulp. A real pro at work. Soon after he took the bottle away his breathing slowed to a more steady pace, his hands not as shaky -- but the veins were protruding -- and eyes receded.        "You... you just did." He took the final gulp and stood up.        "If you could get my bag... from the room... I'll leave." Wiping some sweat from his forehead with his bottle-hand. "Take some of the cash from the front pocket to fix the bathroom... and don't take any more than what ya need. I know exactly how much there is."

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       Kyleigh was just about to leave when she heard the loud thumps coming from the room. Stepping closer to the door, she began to hear the sounds of water. Like a pipe had burst and the liquid was now spilling all over. Pressing her ear to the door, she wondered if she should do something. Maybe the guy inside was in trouble. Maybe he broke something and was now freaking out. Either way, it was her job to find out.

       “Hey!” she said as she knocked on the door. “You already in there man?” 

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     Streams of tension came with the sound of the running water.      There was another BANG, this time closer to the female's ear; something bashing against the door as if trying to break through.  There must of been three consecutive bashes before he came through the door, working against the latch to snap it right off.       Peter stumbled past her, losing his footing in the car park and fell against the curb on the car park's opposite side. Slumped over it, he flipped onto his back wrenching in pain and yelling.       "VODKA! Gimme the goddamn vodka!" His eyes were wide open, near blood-shot and popping like the sockets were closing and trying to push the eyeballs out. 

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"Please do this, for me? It’s gonna hurt more if I bang it off of something." Kira was well aware how bad it was going to hurt, but she needed to get it back in place somehow.

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     Taking a breathe, he slunk forward. Lowered his hand from his mouth and grabbed lightly hold of her arm. 'Okay..,' another breathe, 'I'm gonna count to five and pop this sucker back in.'      'One... two...'      He did it on three. 'Ahhhh, oh god I panicked!'

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         Well that was rude, Kyleigh thought as the door shut in her face. She simply shrugged it off though, and went back to the main desk. Since John was busy with his stupid show, he didn’t even see her there.

      After a few moments of waiting, she snuck back to his office, to the cabinet where he kept his stash. Taking out one of the bottles of Vodka in there, she tucked it under the back of her shirt and told him she’d be right back. Going down to room Nine, she set the bottle down in front of the door and knocked very loudly so the man could know she had left it there for him. She was very curious about him now and didn’t move after she knocked.

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     There was a long silence. Silence, silence, and even more silence. Almost as if he'd up and ran. The lights were on, but there was nobody home.      There was also a sound. A thrashing sound, of water on shower curtain. Then another, this one was more robust. A thick thump of something solid off porcelain -- a sink, perhaps -- then more water. Lots more water. It spilled out of the bathroom and onto the carpet of the bedroom. 

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"No I can’t fix it, at least not by myself. I’m gonna need you to pop it back in place."

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Peter bit the knuckle of his pointer, shaking his head with trepidation. "Uh-uh, no no noo. Can't ya... bang it off... something?"

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Rolling her eyes with a grin she walked out to her car, hopping into the front seat. “We’ve got to get this over with. Cause I have to be at the garage in a couple hours.”

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Peter slid in to the passenger side, fastening his seat-belt as he did. "Now that sounds more interesting. Now let's hope that you can redeem driving for women everywhere." Outstretching his arms, his hands clutched the dashboard. 

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        Kyleigh laughed at the man’s comments. John would always be John, no two questions about that. It had taken her a long time to adjust to how he was, but now it was just normal life for her.

       “Yeah but if you don’t ever talk to at least one person you don’t know, how will you ever make friends?” she teased. He was an odd man, but then again, who didn’t have a little weirdness about them these days?

       ”I think I can help you out with that. John’s got a nice stash in his office that I always ‘borrow’ from. What’s your poison?” she asked.

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    Peter ignored her tease, only cracking a half-smile, figured there wasn't much to laugh at while a pain was slowly brought into his stomach. There was sweat building on his forehead, not enough to notice but he felt his body reacting.      "Just... uh, just vodka. Don't bother with a glass," his eyes clenched, "just gimme the bottle." He was hurriedly trying to open the door now, he succeeded and turned to her, standing on the threshold. "Leave it outside the door and knock -- loudly." Fingers curl into his stomach. Then he backed away inside and the door slammed in front of her. 

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          Sitting behind the desk of the shit-hole of a “motel” she worked at, Kyleigh didn’t expect anyone to actually come in. Most of the time it was just random travelers or a couple looking for a place to do whatever in for a few hours. So when the man walked in and approached her boss John about a room, she was surprised. Of course John was his usual cheerful self and it made the brunette roll her eyes.

         Getting up, she looked at the man and smiled. “You can follow me, I’ll show you where it is.” She said.

         Once they were out of the office and walking down towards his room, Kyleigh spoke. “Sorry about him, I wish I could say you just caught him on a bad night, but he’s always like that.” They reached room Nine and she turned to face him. “You got a thing for full moons or something? You seemed pretty worried about it back here.” she asked.

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      Peter dragged along behind her. His legs like jelly from the walk he made from the previous town. Nothin' but his knapsack to weigh him down. "My mother always said not to speak to strangers. Y'know; stranger danger." Trying to avoid the question as he stopped in front of the female. "Thanks for showin' me to my room, maybe you can tuck me in? He's sure as hell not gonna do it. Shame, always wanted a disgruntled Motel-keeper to read me a bedtime story."  As he put the key in the lock, he sighed.  "You seem like a sweet girl... I-- just don't be here when the clouds clear. Like he said: this place attracts all the freaks with a full moon. I'd appreciate it too, if you had a secret stash of alcohol that I could potentially borrow from?"

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She squinted at him, shaking her head a little. “Yeah they are. Went shoppin’ the other day. And I’m not helpin’ ya pick up women.” She said, grabbing her jacket.

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"Fine fine, let's just get goin'." Peter's thoughts jumped manically around, never settling on a single thing. Hence his impatience and motormouth. 

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Arya hopped off the dresser and pulled on a clean pair a jeans. “Your wha’ now?” She asked, raising a brow at him.

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"Wing-woman. Y'know, the feminine equivalent of a wing-man. You can help me pick-up." He shoved his hands in his pockets, shrugging. "Are those new jeans? I don't remember seeing them on the floor before." 

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She shook her head and closed her eyes, why was she letting this idiot stay with her? "Jus' don' take my money." She grumbled. "I've got ta go grocery shoppin'." She said.

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"Not a great big step up from boring, but," he clapped his hands with enthusiasm, "let's go! You can be my wing-woman."

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A long sigh left her lips and she shook her head, fingers running through her hair. “Ah fer fucks sake. You can stay here in the spare bedroom. No mor takin’ my money to get drunk.” She said.

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"Note: you said to get drunk. I assume everything else is on the table." Peter gave the girl a long stare then a brazen smile lit up his face. "Kidding, won't happen again. So I have nothing to do today, which means I'm bored. So I'm gonna shadow you today, what's first on your list?"

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"You're a chick, what's a four letter word for a short skirt?" Tapping the pen against the newspaper.

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Picking up the shirt she sighed, throwing it into the sink before siping at her coffee. "It's cold but I'll drink it." She shrugged, hopping up onto the dresser to sit. "Why'd ya come here drunk?"

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"... it just sort of happened. Had another rough night, drank, came here to sleep it off. I'm homeless, remember? I sorta... owe you money for the coffees, too. Spent what I begged for on, well, use your imagination." Implying with his hand miming his severe drinking. 

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The brunette stared at him with an annoyed glare for the longest time before taking the coffee and sitting up. “Are ya’ fuckin’ kiddin’ me?!” She almost yelled, seeing her shirt all muddy in a ball on the floor. “You’r ‘a pain in the ass ya know that?” She grumbled, slipping out of bed, not bothering to look for her pyjama pants.

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Peter looked off to the right, "he tries to resist dirty joke. Aaand, I'm back." His head cocks in her direction again. "How's your coffee? Mine was cold by the time I got back."

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Groaning she rolled onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows. “Jesus, what’s the rush?”

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He shrugged nonchalant, arms loosey goosey. "No rush, I just like everybody else up when I'm up. Brought ya coffee--" Smiling, he picked up a to-go cup of coffee and held it directly in front of her face. "Y'know, 'cause we're friends... and I may have used your shirt as a rug to wipe my feet on last night. I was drunk."

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Arya grumbled, only rolling over in bed as a voice tried to wake her from sleep. “Ah fuck off.”

[bedbxrg]

"... why did you sound Irish? Forget it, just wake up. Up up. Let's go!" Clapping loudly in the female's ear.