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Mick was surprised when he got back to his place to find Beth there. Even more surprised when she hurled herself at him pushing into a wall, kissing him with such a passionate, forceful kiss. Mick made a noise of surprise in the back of his throat, then indulged himself in the kiss for a while before gently pushing Beth off of him. “What was that all about?” he asked. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, but it came as a complete suprise to him.
"Tsk, tsk," Black Eye chuckled, again with the creeptastic, fatherly patience thing.
"Mister St. John, you’re embarrassing yourself," he paused, eyes seeming to darken, key dropping dangerously, "and disrespecting me."
Lance moved fluidly around the fire and into the living room as though it were his apartment. “Please,” he gestured to Mick’s open chair as he draped himself over the love seat, “have a seat, old friend, brother.” His smirk was positively wicked.
"You have something I need, Mick. A resource, which I require for the production of the mortal cure." Beth didn’t like the way he looked at her. His eyes followed her around the room, seemed attune to every little movement, quirk or sound she made. The chill of his stare made her feel bare somehow, like she was being stripped, weighed and priced. She’d never been more uncomfortable in her life.
"I sent Coraline to procure it some months ago, as I’m sure you will remember, but alas, she allowed herself to become sidetracked by her weakness for you and," he swirled his hand at the other end of his wrist like royalty, blah, blah, blah, you know the rest."
"Now it falls to me to obtain the precious element." Again his gaze scoured the journalist.
"Ms. Turner," he called her out, surprising the woman from head to toes, " He knew her name!
He knew that Lance found him being disrespectful, but he had to protect Beth. Mick stiffened a little when the vampire made himself at home, but then forced himself to relax. He had grabbed Beth by the hand and pulled her with him over to the chair. Keeping her close just in case he had to move to protect her. The fact that Lance referred to him as a brother made his skin crawl.
"Whatever it is I don’t have it," he said flatly. "Coraline may have given me a taste of mortality, but I don’t have it anymore. Whatever secret or resource that she had rests with her."
When he called Beth by her name, Mick was horrified. How did he know? Had he snooped through his files? Whatever the case, the fact that he knew Beth’s name wasn’t a good thing. May be he was going to use her as leverage to get Mick to help him find this resource for the mortal cure. Mick shifted uncomfortably in his chair and became hyper aware of where Beth was beside him. He was ready to run with her if things turned bad.
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"Ah, but you do," Lance countered.
He held Beth in his black, serpent's stare and she, like a field mouse, was frozen inside. She felt for the first time just how dangerous a vampire could be, how much more so than man.
This wasn't her first preternatural baddy rodeo, but Josef had humor and standards while the others had just been bat-crap crazy. Lunatics were all alike in a way, all predictably unpredictable, and for Beth, that made them easier to process, easier to mentally categorize. But not this guy. This was something else, a level of indifference for life that she'd never experienced before. Lance didn't seem to look on her with the consideration a hungry man gave a pheasant. She felt more like the grass than the bunny, just an unavoidable bit of the landscape, something to cushion the fall of the huntsman's boot.
"You have Ms. Turner, Mick. And I need her to make more of my cure." He just dropped the news in Mick's lap plain as you please. It was as if he'd just asked for a bottle of Evian. *Um, yeah, I'll have a water annnnd... the body of the blonde, if ya don't mind. Thanks, old chap.* Not only was he entitled and presumably murderous, the guy was just rude. Hey, it seemes like a small thing given the circumstance, but civility was all they had at that point. There had to be a line, right?
"Look, I don't know what you think you're doing here, but I'm not going anywhere with you," she barked.
Locked in his gaze, she flipped silently through her mental rolodex of escape plans. There was discouragingly little on the subject of thwarting sociopaths of antiquity. Hmm, something to work on if she got out of this alive.
