The sun had only just dropped away from the sky moments before, leaving a thin, faint line of orange across the horizon and the rest of the dominating sky in a dark, husky hue of blue, fading away into the east to first a deep, rich purple, and then a sulky black that bled over that horizon. It had only just dropped, still there were streaks of sunlight, and Asher was out of the house. The vampire could walk in very, very defused sunlight, such as now. This alone said he was old, and strong. He glide rather then walked the few blocks between his huge home and the theater. By the time he had reached the outside of the theater it was full nightfall. Most Vampires would not come out, or even rise, until this moment.

Asher wore a jacket of pale gold with darker gold embrodary, and an edge of true metallic gold thread shot through the embrodary itself. Just enough extra sparkle to mingle with the gold of his long hair as it flowed around his shoulders and emphasized the guestures of his hands. His shirt was a foam of white frills at the chest and wrists. The lace wasn’t nearly as soft as it appeared but it was far from discomfortable. The pants were the same color gold as the coat with a line of emrodary down either leg. Boots the color of a soft tan, nearly a white, graced his legs, their tops folded down just above the knee, laced with leather belts and gold buckles.

One couldn’t help but notice him. It was like noticing the sun. You couldn’t help but see it and turn your face to the heat of it. He looked dashing, lovely. If he was the sun, the figure beside him was the moon. A tall young man, unlike Justin had been, standing at six feet even. He was thin like Justin, pretty like Justin. He was darker then Justin in every way. Justin had been blond and brown with paled skin. Gabriel’s hair was cropped short in the back and sides, longish on top, like a messy mushroom. His hair was sooty black, his eyes unmistakingly gray with vertical irises, the way that a cats eyes are. In fact, his eyes were as intense as a felines, his movments as cautious and lanking. He wore leather pants, so tight it was unmiskable he wore no underwear. His shirt was a mesh of loose fitting fishnet. They entered the theater and Asher stopped. He closed his eyes briefly, then moved on. “What’s wrong, my master?”

“He’s attempted to keep me from the theater.” A twist of the lips. A delicate smile. Perfection. He sat through the play, legs crossed, hands folded, ignoring the nagging, angry feeling of the crosses, the attempt at anti-vampire décor. Uncomfortable but not strong enough to send Asher running. When the play ended, he sat. He did not move as the theater emptied. Gab sat beside him loyally, arms folded over his chest, eyes still on the stage. He sat waiting for Asher to move, Asher sat waiting for the boy, Dave, to come. He sat half way back in the audience, directly in the center. He looked so pleasant, as though welcomed heartily.

Shit.

When Dave had figured out what the freaky guy who'd bit him was--mostly by dint of much internet searching and a little bit of exploring in Jacobson's and the library--he had not been pleased. Of course, you probably wouldn't be either, all things considered... There had been a bright side, though. The guy was a vampire, which meant that there were things that would repel him...

So he'd done his best to put as much of the things that would repel a vampire around the theatre--and the ones that wouldn't repel guests, which unfortunately meant that garlic everywhere was out--and crossed his fingers. Maybe Asher wouldn't come back, when it was so obvious that he wasn't welcome.

It didn't seem to be working.

Dave sat uncomfortably in the soundbooth, looking down miserably at the too-familiar head of curls sitting in the middle of his theatre. Waiting for him? That was a nasty thought, and one that he didn't really want to test...

But he had to go down there and check the batteries in the personal mikes, and the rest of the techs had already gone home. He shivered and decided to go the long way, around the outside of the theatre and in the back door. Maybe the vampire wouldn't see him, that way.

He came in the back door, which closed behind him with a bang that made him wince, and actually jogged towards the green room.

"Mr. Tucky."

His voice seemed to project much louder then should have been possible to come from one man's throat and fill the entire theater. It was really a trick. What Dave would hear may sound as though Asher was using a microphone, what Gabriel sitting beside him would hear would be just loud enough for him to hear. How did he manage this? He'd been inside Dave's mind one, now he does not need eye contact.

Asher's accent was thick and rolling, slipping out around his managment at controling the rest of himself. Aside from that, it was more dramatic. In the old days, it would have been fine to attack and kill Dave for his games. In these more modern days it was not acceptable and considered bad taste. Asher stood and walked slowly down the isle between rows of seats. He glided, moving as though his feet did not touch the ground, his coat swooping around his legs, rustling like wind had caught it.

"I am begining to wonder if you do not want me here. This," his arm came out and swooped around the theater, "was a very weak attempt. And a very bad idea."

Unfortunatly for Dave, the only thing that could really keep Asher from the building was if the invitation for him to enter was revoked. And unfortunatly, the man who invited him in had died nearly thirty years ago.

Understandably--but probably foolishly--Dave froze. And we do mean froze. Not only was he not moving, but his blood seemed to run cold, his hands trembled, and he was white as a ghost. (Excuse the shameless use of cliches, please.)

"Ohshit."

This would be a good time to run, yes? Except, as we've already noted, Dave was either frozen in fear or unable to move without Asher's permission. He's very easy to bespell, you see. It's caused him trouble before.

Gabriel stood up when Asher was nearly to the stage and followed, his tall figure towering over Asher's, but somehow Asher looked taller. Seemed taller. Asher swooped onto the stage and pushed back the curtian's with the side of his had, finding Dave with his mind.

In fact. It was a very Stupid thing to do.

Gabriel would have heard none of this as he climbed onto the stage with cat-like movments. He moved like a cat and even greatly resembled one. All of this had been said inside Dave's mind, as though Dave himself had thought it. Except, though thought had a distinctly french accent. Asher found Dave with his blue eyes and a smile curled onto his lips. It was beautiful and dark like a bad omen.

OhSHIT.

I think we can excuse Dave for the nervous way his dark eyes darted up to Asher's--wasn't he shorter than Dave, last time? Or around the same height, anyway?--and for the fearful way he licked his lips.

He tried to back away, but it didn't seem to be working properly. That might have just been sheer terror overwhelming his motor functions. But might it have been Asher?

He's not going to do this again. If there's much left of him to remember that decision.

Asher slid across the floor, closer and closer to the immobile Dave. Gabriel stalked behind him, his body moving exactly as Justin's had, slinking with muscle in places where it should not be.

Asher took Dave's face in his hands, and with the way he reached up he indeed was shorter then Dave, but he still seemed to look down on the man. The guesture was almost gentle and loving, and Gabriel moved around them, looking at Dave. The look in his silver eyes with cat-pupils said that Dave looked very much like a piece of meat. Nothing more.

"You are going to apologize, offer me your apology."

His fingers slid down dancing across the side of Dave's neck. It was clear what Asher would accept as apology.

Perhapes i should have brought Justin with me this evening the thought was in Dave's head, the vampire's eyes flicked to the Panther and then back to Dave.

Swallow.

Dave is most definitely sorry that he tried this--though is he sorry that he tried it or sorry that it didn't work?--but he's having a bit of trouble articulating anything at all for the moment.

He swallowed again, trying to moisten his mouth so that words could come out instead of being stuck in his throat like week-old crackers.

"... just bite me and get it over with..."

The boy has guts, you have to grant him that much.

Ah, isn't this what we thought Asher wanted?

"With your apology? And you shall promise me that you will remove those wretched things from my theater."

My. Because before this, Dave had distincly called the theater his. Gabriel slinked around and stood very near Dave's back as Asher's face moved close, as though to kiss him, and then averted towards his throat. Asher's hand took Dave's wrist in his arm, pushed up his sleeve (if he is indeed wearing long sleeves) and let his eyes linger on the vein in Dave's arm.

Oh. Apology. Right.

"... sure. Sorry. Whatever." His voice was distant, mostly because he was trying not to look like a wimp in front of this person that he reallyreally didn't like. (The fact that Asher is male and touching him in a way that could be construed as intimate is, surprisingly, only an irritation in the back of his mind.)

"Just get it over with."

He isn't fighting because he doesn't have any way to fight.

"No more crosses."

The vampire raised Dave's arm to his lips prushed over the crook of Dave's arm. And then the strike, his fangs sink deep and then are retracted from the wound. The vampire's lips seal over the wound and his throat and Jaw can be seen working, sucking.

He was no longer dark. He was pleased, he need not be angry and so he was not dark. Asher might suddenly seem very appealing, very attractive doing what it is he is doing. Such a gentle touch, so nice the way his hair falls over his shoulder, exposing his throat. The eyes might be drawn to his throat, how it works, rather then to the actual process at the lips and arm.

Gabriel looked on eagerly, greedily, jelously. He knew his master had done this this way to let Dave watch. Asher had also done this spitfully. Before he pulled his mouth away the image feel away. He was still beautiful, but now he wasn't making Dave feel attracted to the process, he was making him see it for what it was. He took away the pleasent feelings and the pain was apparent. It was there.

Asher pulled his face away.

"No more stupid tricks, David."

He let his arm go then.

Asher might seem attractive, but only if someone were interested in his particular gender. Which Dave is not, and so his entire concentration was on holding in the whimpers that wanted desperately to come out--because his arm hurt, now--and holding still so that the vampire wouldn't think to do something else to him.

"No..." No more tricks. If he ever tried this again, he'd have an expert do it. (Were there such things?)

He pulled his arm close to his body and looked down at the vampire, shivering. Bloodloss has a tendency to make one chilled. Also weak and dizzy, and the pain wasn't helping.

He swayed.

There indeed were such things. Though, they rarely were experts. Most of them thought of Vampires the way that their employees thought of them. Most of them died trying to hunt a vampire or ride a person of one.

Asher was not going to offer this information.

Gabriel had his hands out, just in case the man did not hold his own and toppled. His eyes were no longer silver and cat-like. Rather now they were gray and very human, save for the vertical slice of pupil.

"You would do yourself good to sit down and rest, David."

Muttered: "I'd do better if you'd just stay the fuck away from my theatre." The boy still has guts, and he still doesn't want Asher around. That doesn't mean that he's going to do something as stupid as this again. He's learned his lesson.

Don't mess with anything supernatural or magical. (You'd think he'd have learned that with Wick...)

His wrist was still bleeding sluggishly, and he wrapped his other hand around it, stubbornly still standing, maybe because he didn't want to appear weak in front of Asher, or more probably because he didn't want to do anything the vampire told him to do.

If Asher had known that the little Fae had pulled games on Dave he would not have been suprised. It seemed to be faintly easier on the man then on most men or women that Asher bespelled.

"I am certian you would fair better if I stayed away from my theater. But I do not plan to and I will not start for the sack of a sluggish and over oppinionated boy."

His oppinion of Justin's clothing is what started all of this after all. It was a shock he'd said nothing about Gabriel's clothing as of yet. Asher's blue eyes flicked to Gabriel's and Gabriel obeyed the unsaid comand. The lycanthrope put his hands on the man's shoulders and tried to guide him towards a metal folding chair near by.

"Do not be stupid. Bravery only gets one dead." Not true, but probably close to it in this situation.

He hasn't had a chance to notice Gabriel yet... At least, he hadn't, before the werepanther put his hands on his shoulders.

"Fuck off," he muttered hoarsely. Whether he was talking to Asher or to Gabriel is open for conjecture. Probably he meant both, because he shrugged Gabriel's hands off with a scowl.

And then a wince, because he was suddenly much dizzier and needed desperately to grab something for support.

The only thing available was Asher. Which was no option at all. So Dave staggered, even yet, stubbornly refusing to take the vampire's good advice and just sit down already.

Gabriel's hands feel away and then were there again with hesitant touches. This man was obviously much, much less invading then Justin had been. After all, Justin was somewhat dominant. Gabriel was just submissive, nothing else. And in a normal situation, the lycanthrope would have obeyed Dave and removed his hands, begged for forgivness. But if it came down to his obideance, he listened to his master.

He didn't just guide this time. The Lycanthropes hands took firm grip of the staggering man and puched him towards the chair, trying to get him seated.

Asher said nothing, only folded his hands in front of him and watched Gabriel's efforts.

There was a brief moment when Dave resisted the were's efforts to sit him down, but it passed. Because, let's face it, Dave needed to sit down, and despite his stubbornness and pride, he knew it.

So he did. And then he shoved Gabriel away. If it can be called a shove when his hand hardly had the force of a starving puppy.

He was scowling that black scowl of his again, directed very firmly at Asher.

Gabriel stumbled backwards at the faint push. He more walked backwards very quickly, as though to do what the other bid as fast as he possibly could and he tripped, fell. He got to his knees, stood to his towering height over both of them.

"I'm...so sorrry. I didn't..." His voice was lighter, quieter, softer then Justin's demanding bariton or Asher's sweet tenor. He was looking at Dave, apologizing to him. Asher's eyes were on Dave as well, a sudden harshness.

"Gabriel." The Lycanthrope stopped stuttering his apologies and turned gray eyes to Asher. "You've no reason to apologize. It was David who is in the wrong."

Gabriel nodded, walked a line to Asher, stood near him, his hand bumping Asher's thigh. Contact, it meant Asher would protect him.

"Apologize to him David. You had no need to be harsh to one who simply tried to help you through your stubborness."

"Fuck. You."

Since he's already stuck getting rid of all the things he tried to keep Asher away, he's falling back on defiance and, well, throwing a childish temper tantrum. He's not going to apologize unless Asher makes him.

... that's not so unlikely, come to think of it. Eee.

"Fuck both of you. Go away."

He has work to do, though he'll just sit here for a few minutes before he actually attempts it.

Asher strode across to Dave, pulling Gabriel by hand. He took the back of Dave's neck into his grip and squeezed the nerves. He'd let go of Gabriel, who now stood in front of Dave. The big cat dropped into a crouch in front of Dave, his hands and feet scrunched beneath him.

"You will apoplogize to Gabriel."

If it had been Justin, he wouldn't be insistant on the apology, Justin probably deserved to be ignored once in a while too keep his ego at a human level. But Gabriel was so fragile, so easy to break.

"Or you may not be able to work in this theater for weeks." He squeezed Dave's neck for emphasis on the threat.

"Ow!" He tried to jerk away and almost tumbled off the chair--and onto Gabriel--which would have hurt even more. Joy. "Shit, lay off already. I'm sorry."

Now fuck off.

At least, that's what he'd like to say. However, Asher's grip on his neck and the pain in his wrist remind him that it's probably not the best idea in the world to antagonize this particular vampire. (Or any vampire, all things considered.)

So he doesn't say it, but he's certainly thinking it.

Gabriel's sad eyes flicked away from Dave's face to the floor, lingered on a crack that was a lot less interesting then he was making it seem to be. And then the gray eyes were on Dave again, he nodded. Gabriel nodded because he knew that if he did not accept that apology, Asher would not accept it.

Asher's fingers peeled away from Dave's neck and came to rest by his leg again.

"Stand up Gabriel." Gabriel stood on command, rising so effortlessly one may think it had not strained his body in the least to crouch like that. "We are going to leave David to his duties."

Asher turned his back on Dave with a soft rustle and swish of clothing and strode towards the back exit that Dave had entered and Gabriel followed on soundless feet, casting an apologetic, sympathetic, and still jelouse glance at Dave.

"Bastard."

Once again, it was hard to tell to whom Dave was directing the insult, but he obviously didn't have a terribly high opinion of either the vampire or his wimpy little friend. (Friend? More like a servant, it seems... Or something else?)

"Fucking bastard."

Dave just doesn't know when to shut up...

Asher stopped moving forward and Gabriel just nearly avoided colliding with his master. He turned slowly and just stood there. He didn't move at all. The air conditioning in the building clicked on and the vent above them played with his golden hair and caused his jacket to sway. The hair and the clothes worked, nothing else did.

It was like stillness before creation, you knew something big was coming, just not what. Gabriel let the silence fill up around him. He knew enough about himself that he did not want to be the first to break it. He wouldn't break it because he was afraid of what would come next. It was that utter calmness that anger would have been better. Anything would have been better.

Asher seemed to have drawn into himself, leaving everything outside as just a shell, a solomn faced statue. Gabriel stepped away slowly, once, twice, three times, then threw ease into the wind and walked, nearly ran and wrapped himself in the curtian, his breath coming quick in fear.

Asher just stared at Dave with those pale, empty eyes.

Dave is sometimes reckless, foolish, and dense. He is not, however, stupid, despite all evidence to the contrary. And he's certainly not blind, which is probably why his eyes followed Gabriel as the were hid in the curtains, widened, and returned to Asher.

He gulped.

"Oh, shit."

This was a bad place to be, now, wasn't it. In fact, it was a very bad place to be, and he would run away as fast as he could, as soon as his legs stopped feeling like wet pasta and he remembered how to breathe.

Gabriel could be heard letting a soft sigh filtter between his lips. He'd not been the one to break the silence. He lowered himself to the ground on his knees, wrapping himself into the curtians until the only thing to be seen were his silvering, cat-like eyes peering out full of fear.

Asher blinked once, a long, graceful sweep of lashes. Accompanying that sweep of white lash was a spark, somewhat like watching just a fraction of a movie. A man lay in a coffin, wrapped in silver chain, a cross on the lid of the coffin hovered over his face, glowing angerly. But it was not the 'image' that was overbearing, the emotions that accompanied it was what carried the message Asher was sending. The man's pain, his fear, his pleading and begging forgivness. His love and respect of his master growing renewed, his faith that Asher would punish him as he said he would, that he was as powerful and more so then the other vampires have rumored. His silent promises never to disobey Asher, his hope never to feel this wrath again.

And it's gone, and Asher is standing beside Dave. He'd moved while the image was in Dave's mind, while he'd rolled Dave's mind. He'd crossed the room slowly while Dave could not see. He'd made him blind to Asher, a very dangerous tactic. Can you guess for whom it was dangerous? His fingers, tinged with warmth of Dave's blood. He squeezed, his fingertips messaging into the nevers and tendons of Dave's neck.

"Do you feel obligated to tempt your fate, David, to test my patience ?" He moved behinde Dave and placed both hands on his shoulder's.

All Dave could do was whimper, trying not to and trying to hold onto that stubborn pride and bravery (or maybe stupidity) that kept him upright and defiant. We will have to forgive the boy for his lack of strength of will--after all, he's at quite a disadvantage here, isn't he.

He tensed under the hands and clenched his fists, trying to look behind and see where the vampire was, what he was doing, aside from what he could feel. But there is a limit to how far a human head can turn around, especially when said human's shoulders are immobile, and he couldn't see Asher at all.

At least, he hoped that was the only reason he couldn't see Asher. If the creature could become invisible, that would be even worse.

If worse was possible, in this situation, which Dave was beginning to doubt very much indeed...

The vampires finger's tightened over Dave's shoulders into a startling grip with minimal effort when the young man tried to turn around. He closed his own eyes, again with a sweeping of white lashes. Another image spit out from his own mind to Dave's. This image, like the last one, was yet another one of his own forms of punishment.

This image was a different man. He was in a pit. His eyes were covered in a silk blindfold, his mouth gagged with a silk wad of material. Over each ear was a piece of cotton and strip of tap, eliminating his hearing. His hands and feet were bound togather behind his back in silver chains. The pain, the fear. He'd even been allowed to watch as they lowered him into a pit, seventy feet deep, watching the hole of light above grow smaller and smaller until he was blindfolded. The fear, the pain. The silent pleading. Master, I won't do it again. Trying to kill her was stupid and ignorant and against your will.

Do you feel it, David? It's nearly certian that Asher did not mean the strong grip on the man's shoulders. It's almost certian he means the pain from the image. As he spoke to Dave's mind he also spoke to Gabriel's. The Werepanther unwound himself from his curtian sanctuary to do his master's bidding and began to search for free rope. Asher lifted Dave from the seat by his shoulders. The vampire violently kicked the seat from between them. It may be a very good thing that Dave can not see Asher's eyes at this moment. All of the blue had bleed over much of the white of his eyes, like drowning pools of anger.

Dave gritted his teeth on a soft sound that might have been a sob. He was tense, stiff, as if he were trying to fight against the terror and mental pain that held him immobile. His shoulders throbbed, as did his jaw where he had clenched the muscles too hard for too long. His hands were numb, and still clenched.

I wonder if Asher will stumble onto the fear that is guaranteed to reduce Dave to a shivering puddle of misery.

A pack of dogs--or wolves, whatever--would likely do the trick, don't you think? The poor boy is, after all, cynophobic, and rather badly, too.

Gabriel approached timidly, holding out the end of a rope, a coil of it in his other hand. He did not know what was being shown or said to Dave but it was obviously frightening him. Gabriel would rather know then not as he's seen all of this before.

Asher took the end of the coil and released Dave's shoulders. He tied the end of the rope into a complicated knot and slipped it over Dave's wrist, then began on another knot, allowing Dave to feel the roughness of the rope to his skin as it moved, manipulating into an identicle knot, Asher grabbed the other hand and slide it over that wrist, then pulled tight, in effect, yanking the hands togather. He'd tied his hands in front of Dave's body without a single word.

Handing the free end of rope to Gabriel, he indicated a rafter. While doing all of this, Asher flashed lovely images to Dave, torture chambers lit by lanterns, Forests in early morning, the near by trees covered in blood as a werewolf massecures a traveling party, random, frightening images and emotions.

Asher really goes all out when he's annoyed, doesn't he.

Dave was silent now, probably because his vocal cords were paralyzed with sheer terror, and there was no way that he could possibly be any more frightened. He thought, anyway. The werewolf was only the crowning terror...

... and he went limp, sagging to the floor, his hands not relaxing, but drawing close to his chest as he started to cry.

The poor boy is going to be feeling this in the morning, isn't he.

Asher is not annoyed. He is thoroughly angry. Dave has insulted his werewolf, his were-panther, and himself numerous times. Asher can only remain patient for so long.

Gabriel had by this point, climbed a ladder and crawled across the beams and supports over the stage. He dropped the rope over the beam and began to pull the rope slowly, trying not to hurt Dave as he pulled him to his feet until only his toes touched the stage. The lycanthrope tied the rope off and began to climb back down.

Asher grabbed the rope over Dave’s hands and pulled the young man towards him now until his breath was cold on Dave’s face, smelling very strongly of mint. “You’ve pushed my patience David.” He let go of the rope, allowing the young man to swing backwards. “Tell me, what will it take to get an honest repentance from your utterly senseless lips?”

Aw, come on, can't Asher take a little lip? It isn't as if Dave's actually tried to hurt any of them...

And, speaking of hurting, I don't care how gentle you're trying to be, it's going to hurt if you're lifted up by your arms by a rope, especially when one of those arms has a bite on it that has only barely stopped bleeding. (Actually, Dave's wrist, though it had closed temporarily, opened up again and started trickling blood down his arms as they were stretched up above his head.)

The young man whimpered again, turning his face away from that awful cold breath, imagining that he could smell his own blood on it, instead of the mint.

"Please..."

Please what? Dave doesn't actually know. Probably something like 'Please don't hurt me anymore' or 'Please let me go.'

Yes, but Gabriel would so anything not to actually hurt Dave, and so, as impossible as it was, he'd tried anyways. Now, Gabriel as on the floor and hurrying back to where he would be safe in the curtians.

"That is not what I asked, David."

His blue eyes flicked to the blood as the scent touched the air. From the curtians was a soft groan. Gabriel's cat-like eyes were no longer gray and frightened, they had become silver, alive, hungry, no longer just cat-like. Asher did not spare him a glance but watched the blood trickle, and then watched the man's body as it swung just slightly.

"What shall it take to gain a repentance. David, I do not like to repeat myself."

Dave trembled as he swung, trying to find a less painful position but only succeeding in doing something that made his arms hurt more. (He thought he might have wrenched one of his shoulders.)

He swallowed, because his mouth was very, very dry.

"I-I-I don't know..."

In answer to Asher's question, well... Dave is actually very unlikely to sincerely repent. He's too stubborn, too obstinate, and he has too much independence to grovel and really mean it. Also, whenever Asher is done, Dave is more likely to be angrier than he is penitent.

Though the anger will probably be thoroughly tempered by fear.

Real repentance is not what Asher is looking for in any case. It is fear he wants. If you are not going to obey him or leave him be out of respect or willingness, he will try to make you out of fear. If this does not work, well, dead people are not as much hindrance as a living, disobeying person.

Asher nodded slightly, but it was not to Dave that he was nodding. Gabriel now crawled free from the curtains, no longer moving upright but rather slinking on his hands and feet. It is once again apparent, as he makes his way towards them with his silver eyes intent of Dave’s arm, that there are muscles in his body where there should not be in a human body.

“I must tell you David, it is near a full moon. Lycanthropes have less control of their beast as the moon rides nearer.” Gabriel rubbed the length of his body along Asher’s thigh and Asher dropped a slim hand to Gabriel’s head, stroking the softness of his hair. He lifted his hand and as he did, Gabriel was moving forward and rubbing the length of his body against Dave’s Calves in a graceful and very cat-like movement.

Dave stifled a cry and tried to squirm away from Gabriel, but that was difficult, because he was practically dangling above the stage, and the only thing it accomplished was to open the wound in his wrist further, making the bloodflow increase.

Asher is most definitely getting fear from Dave. Lots and lots of it.

If this sort of thing happens again, it's doubtful that Dave will even remain at his job with the theatre. He loves his job, don't get me wrong, but nothing is worth experiencing this kind of thing on a regular basis.

"Get away from me," he snarled weakly. His voice was shaking.

Dave would not experiance this sort of thing on a regular basis if he could learn to just not taunt the vampire. Gabriel ignored Dave, in fact, if Gabriel could even hear Dave at this point then he was doing well under the beast.

The great cat rolled his human body around Dave's legs before strightening to his height of six feet and leaning in close to the man. His tongue was human but the strokes over the bloody skin was cat-like. Was that vibrating in his chest against Dave's body...purring?

"David, I would not taunt him. After all, you've already insulted him." He stood calmly, looking on as though this entire situation was not knew to anyone in this room save for Dave himself.

Well... he wasn't actually trying to taunt the vampire. It's all Justin's fault. Yes. They wouldn't even have met if Dave hadn't been annoyed by Justin, and therefore, the whole thing wouldn't have happened.

And don't you dare poke holes in my logic, either.

Dave was hyperventilating and his heartrate had sped up to the point that he could have put a hummingbird to shame. His fear was indeed so great that he didn't curse and shove at Gabriel as he normally would have, if the other male had gotten that close and that intimate with him under other circumstances.