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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"Without those little guns you wouldn't be so tough." This from the brunette biker chick. Brave words, but she was standing on the other side of the little crowd.
"I'm not going to offer to arm wrestle you. I know I'm outclassed without a gun. That's why I've got them."
"You refuse my protection?" Marcus asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"You are a fool," Raina said.
"Maybe, but I'm still the one with the guns."
Gabriel laughed again. "She doesn't believe you can protect her, Marcus, and she's right."
"You question my dominance?"
Gabriel turned, giving me his back, staring at Marcus. "Always."
Marcus moved forward, but Raina tightened her grip on him. "We've aired enough dirty laundry in front of Ms. Blake for one night. Don't you think?"
He hesitated. Gabriel just stared at him. Finally Marcus nodded.
Gabriel gave a purring laugh and knelt down by the body. He smeared his fingers through the blood. "It cools so fast." He wiped his hand on Alfred's sweater and touched the open chest wound. He ran his hand around the edge as though he were scooping icing from a bowl. His hand came out crimson. He raised it to his mouth, blood dripping down his arm. His tongue licked along his bloody fingers.
"Stop it," Marcus said.
The woman knelt on the other side of the body. She knelt, lowering her torso, butt in the air, like lions drinking at watering holes. She lapped up the blood from the floor with quick, sure movements of her tongue.
"Jesus," I whispered.
There was movement in the room like a wind over a field of wheat. They were all out of their seats. They were all moving towards the body.
I stepped back, put the wall at my back, and began working my way towards the door. If there was going to be a feeding frenzy, I didn't want to be the only non-shapeshifter in the room. Didn't seem healthy.
"No!" Marcus's voice roared through the room. He stalked to the body, pushing everyone back without a gesture. Even Gabriel rolled back onto his left side, propped up, sitting in the blood. The woman crawled back, out of reach. Gabriel stayed within touching distance of the master werewolf. He gazed up at Marcus, but there was no fear on his face.
"We are not animals to feed on our dead."
"We are animals," Gabriel said. He raised his bloody hand towards Marcus. "Smell the blood, and tell me you don't want it."
Marcus jerked his head away, swallowing hard enough for me to hear it. Gabriel rose to his knees, pressing the blood close to Marcus's face.
"Without those little guns you wouldn't be so tough." This from the brunette biker chick. Brave words, but she was standing on the other side of the little crowd.
"I'm not going to offer to arm wrestle you. I know I'm outclassed without a gun. That's why I've got them."
"You refuse my protection?" Marcus asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"You are a fool," Raina said.
"Maybe, but I'm still the one with the guns."
Gabriel laughed again. "She doesn't believe you can protect her, Marcus, and she's right."
"You question my dominance?"
Gabriel turned, giving me his back, staring at Marcus. "Always."
Marcus moved forward, but Raina tightened her grip on him. "We've aired enough dirty laundry in front of Ms. Blake for one night. Don't you think?"
He hesitated. Gabriel just stared at him. Finally Marcus nodded.
Gabriel gave a purring laugh and knelt down by the body. He smeared his fingers through the blood. "It cools so fast." He wiped his hand on Alfred's sweater and touched the open chest wound. He ran his hand around the edge as though he were scooping icing from a bowl. His hand came out crimson. He raised it to his mouth, blood dripping down his arm. His tongue licked along his bloody fingers.
"Stop it," Marcus said.
The woman knelt on the other side of the body. She knelt, lowering her torso, butt in the air, like lions drinking at watering holes. She lapped up the blood from the floor with quick, sure movements of her tongue.
"Jesus," I whispered.
There was movement in the room like a wind over a field of wheat. They were all out of their seats. They were all moving towards the body.
I stepped back, put the wall at my back, and began working my way towards the door. If there was going to be a feeding frenzy, I didn't want to be the only non-shapeshifter in the room. Didn't seem healthy.
"No!" Marcus's voice roared through the room. He stalked to the body, pushing everyone back without a gesture. Even Gabriel rolled back onto his left side, propped up, sitting in the blood. The woman crawled back, out of reach. Gabriel stayed within touching distance of the master werewolf. He gazed up at Marcus, but there was no fear on his face.
"We are not animals to feed on our dead."
"We are animals," Gabriel said. He raised his bloody hand towards Marcus. "Smell the blood, and tell me you don't want it."
Marcus jerked his head away, swallowing hard enough for me to hear it. Gabriel rose to his knees, pressing the blood close to Marcus's face.