[Sodium_noir] Shades of Gray

[Alyson Young]

Two-Tone, Rachel, Shade
Lasombra, Gangrel, Caitiff
The Chaste Dragon Bordello

 > She's right of course. What else is there except hand over the document? 
So why
 > is he trying to hang it out? What was it with this Vampire? She wasn't 
the first of
 > the undead in his bed as Shade amply proved. In truth he craved the 
danger and
 > the illicit thrill. Being fed from was quite a buzz so long as you 
didn't let them take
 > too much. The cold marble flesh in the hot night was a delicious 
contrast. To sleep,
 > prone, naked and exposed beside a creature that predated your species. 
It was all
 > about the danger.

[OOC: I had no idea she was nipping off Panic while they rollicked - I'll 
assume that she hasn't had enough to affect her blood pool, or else has 
spent it for extra (ahem) stamina.]

 > "Fair enough!" He pouted, holding out his hand.
 > "Fairy snuff!" Tink giggled in his ear, unheard and unseen by the others.

Rachel hands over the document... brushing fingertips as it changes 
hands.  Her heart... well, if it were beating, it would have skipped one, 
wouldn't it?  As it is, it beats, just once, at his touch.  Dammit, she 
curses inwardly.  If he's such a bastard, why does he make her feel 
alive?  And why does she *want* to feel alive, when she's so much better 
off since she died?

"Well, there you go," she says.  Realizing she hasn't let go of the 
document - that her fingers are still clinging to that shadow of a contact 
- she forces herself to let go.  "If you need anything, you've got my cel 
number.  We're also setting up front at the Suzy Wong - you can leave 
messages there if you'd rather not call me."

She stands.  "Hey, Shade, now that I mention it, that's where I'll meet my 
minion unless there's a good reason to do it somewhere else.  Wanna meet up 
there at one?"

She gives Two-Tone the "wrap it up, we're going" look.

Meanwhile, it gradually dawns on her that Panic is bound to read the 
document... bound to find the note she left.  Can she even remember what it 
said?  She thinks back.  No, dammit, she can't.  She was so blinded by her 
frustration, the mixture of pain and ... could it be love, really? ... that 
she just wrote, straight from the heart, half a page on the back of a copy 
without even really being aware of it.  She couldn't have borne the thought 
of reading it back over at the time, and there's no turning back now... 
it's in his hands, and she can't get it back.

The dice are cast, she thinks.  Hopefully they don't come up craps.


[I'd rather bleed with cuts of love than live without any tag]

--
Blessed Be,
Mouse

"I don't want to run and hide
I've seen it all from either side
Truth and fiction must collide someday."
           - Midnight Oil, "Feeding Frenzy"