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crucio ([info]crucio) wrote,
@ 2010-06-30 02:40:00


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smith, whitney, and elijah
When Whit got the call that Smith had gotten thrown in jail a few towns over, he was livid. Leave it to Smith to go get himself into trouble, right? After rounding Elijah up, he got in the car and headed out. It took three long hours to get to the town where Smith was, and Whitney told Lijah to wait in the car and he went inside.

After some talking, and some thralling, the two were walking out to the car together but stopped half way. Elijah leaned up against the window and wished they were the old fashioned kind so that he could roll it down and listen, but Whitney was far too fancy for that.

"I don't care what happened, Smith, the last place our kind needs to be is in jail," Whit said angrily. "What the fuck were you thinking?"

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-06-30 05:05 pm UTC (link)
Smith had been seated in the little holding cell, looking unperturbed about everything. He didn't have a mark on him, which was typical when he'd been fighting in human underground fighting rings. Sometimes, those things did get busted by the cops, but Smith was usually too slick to get caught, using his speed and other talents to disappear before the cops even knew he was there.

That night, however, he'd been particularly wrapped up in yelling at the bookie, trying to get his money. The rules had changed and no one had told Smith, so he'd been trying to 'persuade' the man to just give him his original bet back.

Smith caught sight of the car and the fact that Elijah was in it pissed him off. He turned on Whitney with a glare. "Why the fuck would you bring him? Are you trying to humiliate me? I needed to get my fucking bet back--it was over five grand. I wasn't going to walk away from that just because the goddamn cops were coming."

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[info]crucio
2010-07-01 02:41 am UTC (link)
Whitney rolled his eyes and settled his hands on his hips as he set Smith with a stern look of annoyance. He'd brought Elijah because the kid's stepfather had come looking for him and the last thing Smith would want was for something to happen to the little shit.

"If you'd been in town the past few days, or answering your cell, you'd know why I brought him - why do you even have a phone if you aren't going to answer it?" Whitney put his hands on his hips and arched a brow. "We should get a room here tonight, it's a three hour drive back and it'll be dawn soon. We can get your money back tomorrow - and instead of yelling at a bookie maybe you should try that thrall thing we can do."

Really, Whitney thought it was so damn cute that Smith could get so worked up that he would completely forget the things he could do. His temper was a big catalyst to their fights, but it was also one of Whit's biggest attractions to the younger vampire.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-01 05:46 am UTC (link)
Smith's jaw was clenched so tight he could barely talk, but he managed to snark back at Whitney. "He responds better to yelling," Smith huffed. Not true, but Smith wasn't very good at thrall. He was still young enough where it was a struggle, but more importantly--he was just shit at evening out his own emotions to push calm into a human being. His temper was his greatest weakness.

Whitney's stance put him off and he reached out to smack one of the man's hands from his hips. "Don't look at me like that. I shouldn't have called you. I should have called someone else to post my bail." He stalked back to the car and opened the door to get in the back seat.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-01 05:51 am UTC (link)
Whitney rolled his eyes as Smith smacked at one of his hands, and he scoffed for a moment before he turned to follow after Smith.

"It's not my fault you're so good at throwing tantrums," he noted just as Smith got into the car. He slid in as well, and started up the engine so that he could go and find them a hotel.

Once Smith was in the car, Elijah turned around in the front seat to peer over the headrest at the vampire. He arched a brow, curious as to what had happened, but knowing well enough not to ask.

"Are you all right?" he finally settled on after a moment.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-01 06:06 am UTC (link)
It wasn't until he was actually faced with Elijah that Whitney's previous words had registered. He'd been so focused on being embarrassed for this whole fiasco that he hadn't even inquired further about why Whitney had needed to bring Lijah with him.

"I'm fine," he said quickly and shook his head, passing the issue off. "What's going on? Why were you two trying to call me? Why are you here, Elijah?"

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[info]crucio
2010-07-01 06:10 am UTC (link)
Whitney glanced back at Smith through the rearview mirror as he pulled out onto the street, and Elijah settled Smith with a confused look.

"I don't know, I'm here because Whitney said I had to come with him," he explained. "I was calling because I missed you. Do you ever answer?" It was obvious that Elijah hadn't a clue as to what was really going on.

"No, he doesn't," Whitney said quietly. "I think he forgets to even turn the thing on."

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-01 08:33 pm UTC (link)
Smith dug in his pocket to pull out the cell phone. He tossed it up to the front and into Elijah's lap where he could see it was off. "I was only going to be gone a few days. I didn't think it needed to be on." And he'd forgotten, but he didn't want to ackowledge that Whitney's snide remark had been fact.

He pursed his lips, glancing back and forth between the two of them. "Keeping him in the dark about shit is going to help him how, Whit?" He wanted to know right now what was going on and he thought Elijah needed to be informed. "Why did you have to bring him? Not that I don't enjoy seeing you at my most humiliating moment, or anything, 'Lij."

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[info]crucio
2010-07-02 05:25 am UTC (link)
Now Elijah was worried, and he turned his gaze to Whitney, then back to Smith as a frown tugged at his lips.

"What do you mean?" he asked before he looked at Whit. "What's he talking about?"

Whitney narrowed his eyes at Smith in displeasure, and he gripped th stearing wheel a little bit tighter as he drove along. It as obvious that he was pissed, positively glowering in the driver's seat.

"Goddamnit Smith," he muttered, "You should really think before you fucking speak," he added before he turend his gaze to Lijah. "Your stepfather is in town, looking for you," he added, which caused Elijah to slink down in his seat with a terrified look on his face. "Happy now?" he added in Smith's direction angrily.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-02 06:34 am UTC (link)
Smith folded his arms across his chest and angled his gaze out the window to purposefully ignore the glare Whitney was giving him now. He also didn't want to see the amount of discomfort and fear that had caused Elijah. "Well he needs to know shit like that! You'd rather have him run into the guy unawares?"

Finally, he leaned forward and put his chin on the back of Elijah's seat. "We'll kill him. Or we'll claim him and stick him in the Cage for the rest of his life. Don't be afraid of that asshole. He can't hurt you." Smith felt very confident about this.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-02 08:31 am UTC (link)
"I was hoping we could take care of it for him, then he wouldn't have to worry about it," Whit said gruffily, and it was obvious by his posture that he wasn't at all happy with the other vampire.

Honestly, he didn't know much about Lijah's stepfather. He just knew that the one time the man had come up, the stress in the boy was so obvious that something must bad must have happened, and he figured that was why the boy had run away. Lijah hadn't said much at all to either Smith or Whit about the man.

At Smith's words, Lijah turned his head and pressed his forehead against the window, hoping the coolness of the glass would help his stomach to calm down. Whit spotted a nice hotel and pulled into a parking spot, and the moment the car was in park Elijah had opened the door up and was out of it, getting sick in the grass.

"See? We could have avoided that," Whit said as he turned to look over his shoulder. "I'll go get a room, meet me inside once he's... Done."

With that, he got out of the car.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-02 05:43 pm UTC (link)
It occurred to Smith that knowing someone for such a short period of time before falling in utter, complete infatuation with them and claiming them hadn't been one of his smartest moments. Did he really know anything about Elijah? His past? But Smith hated thinking things through and it had all turned out in the end--right?

He watched Elijah throw up, not sure what to do except for to walk over to him and touch his back. He'd assumed the kid had some daddy-issues, but he really hadn't considered that it was this bad. Smith felt like a royal heel, and he hated the idea that Whitney was probably in there thinking he was the biggest idiot on the planet.

"Lijah, I'm really fucking sorry, kid." He rubbed his back a little.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-03 01:07 am UTC (link)
Elijah furrowewd his brows as he remained doubled over, his hands on his knees. He coughed and spit a few times before he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, then he closed his eyes for a few moments.

"I'm fine," he muttered quietly, "I'll be fine," he added in between quiet breaths.

He straightened up, feeling a little bit embarassed as he turned to face Smith again. He wouldn't meet the vampire's eyes but he took a hold of Smith's hand to head inside.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-03 03:37 pm UTC (link)
Smith paused, not letting Elijah just go inside. "Look at me," he said firmly. "It's going to be fine. Whitney's a lot stronger than I am and he won't let anything happen to you." It was very rare that Smith would admit the fact that Whitney was stronger. But he wanted to make sure that Elijah knew they were with someone who could protect the both of them, especially against some human.

He didn't mention himself in that protection though, because obviously Smith was shit at taking care of anyone. He just messed up over and over again and he didn't expect Elijah to have much faith in him at all.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-03 06:55 pm UTC (link)
Elijah stopped and turned to look at Smith. At the vampire's words, he frowned softly and he lowered his gaze down to the ground.

"I don't trust Whitney, I trust you," he replied quietly.

Whit had offered him up to other vampires on a platter, after all. He had a long ways to go when it came to earning Elijah's trust back. But Smith, for whatever reason - even though he'd left Lijah and abandoned him after claiming him, Elijah was so quick to trust him again.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-04 02:41 am UTC (link)
It was painfully sweet and made Smith feel intensely guilty. How could someone be so trusting of him when he'd shown them not much more than abandonment and irresponsibility? It made him want to live up to that trust, even though he knew how good he was at failing.

"You know," he said, mustering up some charm instead of reassurance. "I'm glad Whitney is a clean freak because I know he packed mouthwash and toothpaste. As soon as we get you minted up, I'm going to kiss you." It was a cheesy response and maybe a little hollow after Elijah had just made himself vulnerable. But Smith was doing his best.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-04 02:53 am UTC (link)
Elijah recognized it for what it was, and he managed a soft smile, though it wasn't as full as his smiles usually were. He turned to fetch his bag from the backseat, and he handed Whit's over to Smith. He started the way back inside, and Whit was waiting by the door to lead them to elevator. Once inside, Elijah leaned against the wall and stared down at his shoes, and Whit stared straight ahead. The ride was quiet, and once they reached the second floor Whit headed out to find their room.

Moments later, they were inside, and Whit was unpacking his bag. Everything inside was neatly folded or put away.

"Here," he said as he handed over some pajamas to Smith.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-04 03:40 am UTC (link)
Smith was full of energy. During the elevator ride, he looked like a jumping bean, moving from foot to foot, unable to stand still. The quiet was driving him nuts and he figured that's why Whitney wasn't saying anything, so Smith didn't give him the satisfaction of making small talk.

Once they were in the room, he looked around. Nice digs, as usual. No Super 8 for Whit. Glancing at the pajamas with a raised eyebrow, Smith folded his arms over his chest. "What, I can't sleep naked?" He walked over to the curtains, always pleased that hotels had some of the best light blocking window-treatments around. He fiddled with them, opening and closing before going over to the coffee maker to make himself a cup.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-04 03:43 am UTC (link)
Whitney rolled his eyes and folded the pajamas back up to tuck them away. As predicted, he pulled out a travel size bottle of mouthwash, a toothbrush, and some toothpaste and handed it over to Lijah. He'd brought three toothbrushes along, one for each of them, and they had their own little cases, too.

Lijah thanked him and went to slip into the bathroom. He had his messenger bag with his notebook, his iPod, his camera, and a book but he hadn't thought to bring anything practical like Whitney had.

Once Elijah was in the bathroom, Whitney started to undo the buttons of his vest, and he watched the way Lijah's shadow moved beneath the door before he looked over at Smith.

"Do you know anything about this stepfather?" he asked quietly after a moment.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-04 03:57 am UTC (link)
Smith let the coffee run and approached Whitney. His hands darted forward and helped him unbutton the vest. He liked to undress the man and marvel at how meticulous the clothing was, how well everything was put together. He also liked to fumble with the clothes and make Whitney think he was going to ruin them. Being this close also made it easier to speak quietly.

"No, not much. I really don't know that much about Elijah at all. But it can't be good considering he puked just thinking about him." There was worry in Smith's voice and it was easy to tell that he wished he'd just shut up about it per Whitney's plan.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-04 04:03 am UTC (link)
Whitney eyeballed Smith's fingers as they worked, his head angled down to keep his gaze trained upon what the younger vampire was doing. Once the vest was off, he took it from Smith to fold it up neatly and put it away, though he didn't try to unbutton his shirt and left that for Smith to do as well.

"Well, we know when Elijah was sixteen he showed up in Shadow Falls. Probably ran away."

Whit hadn't ever really given much though to how strong the boy was. He'd been sixteen, ran away, landed in a town full of vampires, gotten a job, and saved money to survive in a shitty apartment all on his own. Now that he was eighteen he had access to is trustfund his mother had left, but before that the kid hadn't had much at all.

"Do you think we should ask him? What happened?" he said after a moment with a furrowed brow, though it was obvious by his tone that he was afraid that what he might hear would piss the both of them off.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-04 04:14 am UTC (link)
Smith was usually of the opinion that if something was unpleasant you either attacked it head on (if it was a physical threat) or avoided it (if it was an emotional threat). He wasn't sure he wanted to know what had happened to Elijah when he'd been younger. But he also realized that they needed to know if the man was actually in Shadow Falls now.

He was quiet for a moment, the question seeming to take the energy out of him. He worked each button slowly before peeling Whitney's shirt back off of his shoulders. It was one of his favorite things to reveal his tattoos slowly, addicted to the man's skin. "We should ask him," he said finally as he handed Whitney's shirt to him so he could fold it obsessively.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-04 04:21 am UTC (link)
Whitney leaned forward and dipped his head down to brush a kiss against Smith's mouth, and he let it linger for a moment before he pulled back to take the shirt so that he could fold it up and put it in the bag.

"I'm sure we can both guess what some of it might be," he said quietly as he undid his pants and slipped out of them to fold them as well once his shoes adn socks were off. "I heard someone was in town asking around about Lijah and I looked into it, found out who the man was. I don't know a thing about him aside from the relation to the boy and the fact that he was a judge back in the town Lijah use to live in."

He turned away to put the pants away and pulled out a pair of sweats to tug on, but didn't bother with a shirt, then he went to turn the covers of the california king sized bed down. He turned back to snatch up his shoes and socks to put them away, too.

"We'll probably want to kill this man, you realize that, don't you?"

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They should agree to kill him together and then Smith goes out and does it on his own so that Whit
[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-04 05:01 am UTC (link)
doesn't get punished for it. Then they can throw him in the dungeons for awhile and that will be more angst all around! :D lol I love their angst so much.]

Smith found Whitney's rituals very soothing even though he would absolutely never admit it and would always try to sabotage them. "Yeah, I realize that. And maybe Lij won't even tell us, but we should ask." Because if this man was an opponent, then Smith wanted to know all the information he could about him.

When his coffee was finished brewing, he went to get it, pouring some into the styrofoam cup the hotel provided. He sat down in a chair and took a few sips, waiting for Elijah to get out of the bathroom. He made no move to get out of his clothes just yet, feeling as if this conversation they were going to have would be one best had clothed in something.

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me too! and whit is gonna be all like >.> damnit smith, but secretly think it was a lil sweet
[info]crucio
2010-07-04 05:07 am UTC (link)
Whitney went over to the door to open it up and put the "do not disturb" sign on the handle, then closed the door and threw the deadbolt lock. He went back to the bed and slipped beneath the covers, though he didn't lay down, but instead sat propped up against the pillows.

Lijah came out of the bathroom a few seconds later and put his things down, then went to crawl up onto the bed, leaving the middle for Smith since the bed was so large. He had on his shirt and his boxerbriefs, but his pants were folded and sitting on top of his messenger bag.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-04 07:31 pm UTC (link)
Smith stared at the both of them from across the room. The two of them looked so prim and he had to wonder if that wasn't some sort of fetish of his. He would have laughed if the impending subject matter wasn't looming on the horizon.

Staying where he was, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "'Lijah--" he started out. "What exactly happened with this guy?" He didn't even refer to him as a step-father, hoping that might keep things detached.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-04 07:49 pm UTC (link)
Elijah looked like a tiny lump beneath the covers, and he wasn't looking at either of them. He had his face against the pillows, and he was quiet for a few moments.

"I don't want to talk about it," he finally said, his voice nothing but an unhappy mumble.

Whitney furrowed his brows and crossed his arms over his chest as his gaze flickered from the back of Lijah's head to focus on Smith.

"I can thrall him," he offered, causing Lijah's hand to come up to smack Whit in the arm.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-04 08:47 pm UTC (link)
Smith looked surprised, but pleased that Elijah was willing to smack Whit. It cracked him up and for just a moment, the mood was lightened. But with renewed efforts, he got up and knelt by Elijah's side of the bed. "I want to know," he said plainly, putting his face close to the pillow, nudging the boy's shoulder with his hands to urge him to unfurl and look up at him.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-04 10:01 pm UTC (link)
Once Elijah had smacked Whit, he scooted away, putting quite a bit of room in between them on the mattress. He knew Smith was close to him by then, felt it though he couldn't see the vampire, and he frowned at the nudge.

"No you don't," he said softly, turning his face to look over at Smith. "And it doesn't matter. Not anymore. It's been a long time."

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-05 10:01 pm UTC (link)
"Okay, maybe I don't want to know, but I need to know. And Whit needs to know too. You can't keep it all to yourself--it's fucking poison. And I need to know how to react to this man if he's in Shadow Falls when we get back." His voice was growing very serious and he stared at Elijah while he held his chin firmly. He didn't want to force him, but he was now officially obsessed with getting the knowledge ouut of him.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-06 01:19 am UTC (link)
Elijah frowned as he stared over at Smith. He'd thought he'd put his past behind him. He never wanted to talk about it or think about it again, but obviously that wasn't an option. He swallowed hard and blinked a few times.

"I don't want to talk about it," he repeated quietly. "Please... Can't we just go to sleep?"

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-06 02:37 am UTC (link)
Smith was painfully short sighted. He always thought about what was happening right now rather than what might be best for the future. He stood up sharply, glad he'd kept his clothes on. "Yeah, fine, sleep. Don't tell me."

Leaving his bag behind, but grabbing his wallet, he headed out the front door, slamming it behind him. He wasn't tired and he didn't care that the sun was rising. He wanted some fresh air.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-06 02:54 am UTC (link)
Elijah frowned, hating that he'd upset Smith. He blinked a few times, trying to keep the tears at bay but he didn't get up to try and follow after Smith. He just didn't want to talk about it, especially with Whitney there. He curled up into a ball and covered himself up as he tried to force himself to fall asleep.

Whit wasn't about to get up and go after Smith, deciding it best to let the other come back once he'd cooled off. By the time Smith did come back, Lijah was asleep - or so Whitney thought - and he was reading a book. He closed it when Smith came back into the room.

"Feel better?" he asked quietly, arching a brow. "He's asleep. Come to bed."

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-06 03:37 am UTC (link)
"No, I don't feel better. And I'm sleeping on the floor." Elijah had said that he trusted him, but he wouldn't trust him with this. Really, Smith deserved no trust so he didn't know why he was so annoyed and why he was so intent on punishing everyone.

He reached over Whitney to scatch a pillow from the bed so he could throw it on the floor where he intended to just crash. Today had been shit.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-06 03:38 am UTC (link)
Whitney rolled his eyes a little bit, and when Smith reached over him to snag the pillow he hooked an arm easily around the younger vampire's waist to tug him down onto the bed - or on top of him, rather. He captured Smith's mouth in a kiss, his free hand coming up to grip Smith by the chin so that he couldn't pull away from it even if he wanted to.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-06 03:54 am UTC (link)
Smith hated that Whitney thought a kiss, no matter how hot, was going to catch him off guard and melt his defenses right now. hekd caught that condescending roll of his eyes as well and it was infuriating.

What was worse was the fact that his body reacted immediately. He did melt and things did feel better for the moment Whitney was locked to him. He let out a little whimper.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-06 04:01 am UTC (link)
Whitney shifted to roll onto his side, putting Smith on his side as well, their chests flush together as they kissed. It also put Smith neatly in between himself and Elijah, where he should be. This was what Smith wanted after all, right?

Whitney deepened the kiss, his hand releasing Smith's chin to slip up into the other's hair and he gave a little tug as his knees slipped up in between Smith's thighs. After a moment, he broke the kiss, but stayed close.

"Not the floor, in the bed," he said softly, "I want you here."

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-06 05:09 am UTC (link)
"Families aren't supposed to have secrets," he noted, deciding not to balk at the bed thing. He would stay there because now that he was there it would be hard to wriggle down out of the covershe settled, falling quiet but had no intention of falling asleep.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-06 05:11 am UTC (link)
Whit sat up and took off Smith's shoes, and then his socks. He worked the man's shirt off next, and then his pants before he covered him up and settled back down.

"He'll talk when he's ready, he just doesn't know how to say it yet," he mumbled quietly.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-07 06:08 am UTC (link)
Smith squirmed a little as he was undressed. "Like he's magically going to figure out how to say it, or he's going to feel comfortable talking about it ever." Smith laid on his back, body stiff again. He was a little ball of tension, lying between the two of them, equidistant.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-07 06:26 am UTC (link)
Whitney reached out a hand and gently swept his fingers through Smith's hair, loving how soft it was. He wasn't sure what to do about Elijah. He could thrall the kid and ask him questions, but was that the right way to go about doing it? If it came down to thralling, he knew Smith wouldn't be able to keep calm enough to do it if what Elijah might say was what he was suspecting.

It was obvious just how much Smith cared about the kid now, and while that would have bothered Whitney before, he was attached enough to the damn boy that it was almost endearing. They were becoming some... strange incestuous version of a family. He was trying to think of what to say when Elijah shuffled around a little bit, the little ball beneath the covers uncurling some.

"I never knew my real father," the boy said quietly. "He left before I was born. It was just me, my Mom, and my Grandma. My Mom remarried when I was six. He started touching me and doing things to me not long after that, and eventually I started to think I should tell my Mom even though I was scared. But she got really sick with breast cancer, and he said if I told she'd not have any money to be taken care of and she'd die. So I didn't say anything. And then she died when I was nine, and I was stuck there with him. He took me out of school and home schooled me in private, never let me leave or go out. He took all outside communication away from me, the phone - everything, I couldn't get to. He basically locked me up and kept me prisoner and he'd beat me or starve me if he thought I was out of line and if I went outside he'd lock me out in the cold for the night and he'd fuck me and he'd tell me no on would ever believe me if I told them. So I never did and then I ran away. And I came here. So there. Now you know."

Whitney was quiet as he watched the back of Elijah's head since the boy still wasn't facing he and Smith, and he frowned intensely. He wasn't so sure Smith was going to be able to sleep now, in fact he wasn't so sure he'd be able sleep now.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-08 04:04 am UTC (link)
When Elijah began to speak, Smith's body fell perfectly still, the way only someone who didn't have to breathe could be still. The words seemed to seep into every pore of his body and wormed down deep inside of him all the way to the pit of his stomach where they burned and twisted. At first, the stillness was just because he was so intent on listening, but slowly it turned into frozen shock, a fear that wrought his limbs into stone. He didn't know if he should touch Elijah, or let him be and the choice was driving him mad as he listened.

Smith was going to kill the man, that much was certain. He didn't care if technically he was protected in Shadow Falls from being killed outright. He didn't care if the man was a food supply; he deserved to be executed. The man didn't even deserve to be eaten alive by rats and Smith couldn't think of a suitable punishment. All he wanted to do was strict extermination.

Finally, after seemingly too long of frozen silence, Smith reached out his hand and let the weight of it touch Elijah's shoulder under the covers.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-08 04:17 am UTC (link)
It was difficult for even Whitney to listen to, and he wasn't nearly as attached to Lijah as Smith. He frowned and reached over Smith after a moment and easily plucked Elijah up to settle the kid in between the two of them. Lijah's eyes widened in surprise and he squirmed a bit but once he was settled he just went still. It felt kind of nice being nestled in between Smith and Whitney, he felt safe.

"Don't worry about him, Smith and I will take care of him," Whit assured Elijah quietly before he reached over to turn the lamp off.

Elijah was quiet, and his eyes blinked rapidly as the light shut off. His cheeks were streaked with tears that he hadn't wanted either of them to see, but it was too late for that now. Swallowing hard, he turned to face Smith and tucked an arm beneath a pillow.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-08 04:21 am UTC (link)
Smith squeezed his eyes shut. That's what he'd wanted from Whitney, so desperately, but was completely unable to articulate it. He'd wanted Whitney to make things possible that weren't otherwise possible for Smith to accomplish. The vampire had physically put Lijah in his arms when Smith had been unable to do so.

As he dipped his head to nuzzle against Elijah's shoulder, pulling him closer, he let his hands find Whitney's and he interlocked their fingers together. He doubted he was going to be able to get any sleep, but at least he was very comfortable for the moment.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-08 04:26 am UTC (link)
Whitney rolled onto his side so that his back was pressed against Elijah's, and he let his left arm bend at the elbow so that his fingers could lace up with Smith's. His other arm was slung over both Lijah and Smith lazily, and he was quiet.

Elijah was offically mentally exhausted, just drained, and once he was snug in between the two vampires, it wasn't long before he finally just passed out. Whitney could tell by the way his breathing had changed, grown more even, and how his heartrate had slowed.

"What do you want to do about this when we get back?" he asked Smith quietly, knowing Lijah was out.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-08 04:56 am UTC (link)
"We can track him down together. Get rid of him quietly. Maybe the Council won't even notice." Smith spoke optimistically, putting into his voice that he really believed they could get away with it if they worked together. Deep down, he didn't believe that at all and he fully planned to take the fall for it. "Or one of us could claim him and make it look like an accident. That would be a more certain way to get the lightest penalty for it."

Maybe the Council would understand, though they would probably insist that the crimes should have been reported to the human police before Whit and Smith took justice into their own hands. But human punishments weren't enough. "He deserves to die painfully."

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[info]crucio
2010-07-08 05:03 am UTC (link)
"I'm sure what you want to do to him couldn't possibly look like an accident," Whitney said as he closed his eyes. "We'll just have to get rid of the body, hide it well," he added. "I don't want him to lay a hand on this kid ever again. Or anyone else's kid, for that matter. Those types just don't stop at one. Elijah probably isn't the first nor the last."

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-08 08:21 pm UTC (link)
It felt perfectly natural to be plotting the man's demise. He wanted to tear his throat out, but he didn't want to sully his mouth with the man's blood. It made him shudder to think about what Whitney had said about Elijah not being the first or last. It was very true. It usually wasn't a one time offense.

"Hide it," he repeated and nodded with agreement. That did seem like the best possible plan for all involved. But it wasn't the safest for Whitney and Elijah. Smith outwardly agreed and plotted in his brain another way.

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[info]crucio
2010-07-08 09:09 pm UTC (link)
Whitney honestly didn't even think for a second that Smith was plotting something on his own. He really did feel that they were going to handle this stepfather of Elijah's together. Closing his eyes, he rubbed at them with his fingers, a heavy sigh escaping him.

"Lets try to get some sleep," he mumbled quietly.

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[info]impotentwaffle
2010-07-08 09:29 pm UTC (link)
Smith wanted to say 'thank you,' but he found that the words refused to leave his stubborn mouth. So he twitched his fingers against Whitney's hand before settling down and closing his eyes.

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