Head Like a Hole

[lily tomlinson]

The exit had been a fast one, quickly throwing Laurel back in his Aston Martin (a company car, mind you) and driving away from the little restaurant. He was good at making an exit when needed, though his first instinct was to fight.

The drive was even faster, going 100 miles an hour when he should be doing 40. And that was slow for a vampire, especially when his car could hit well above 200mph from Pystol's adjustments. Before long, they'd swerved into a parking place at a Night World bar, a refuge for most of Seth's employees.

Shutting the engine off, he turned to Laurel and smirked. "Now, I know you hate it when I throw you over my shoulder," he said, not really sounding apologetic. He was just stating it like it was. "But would you rather have been ripped apart by another vampire? It's a lot faster if I just grab you and run."

[doreyg]

Laurel resisted a little but not much, she was really too busy thinking over the implications of what remembering her past lives were.

She would have to find Terra and talk for one, then perhaps find Fire, maybe Vita.

Anybody would be nice really.

About halfway through the ride she stopped thinking, by the time they reached the parking place she was starting to get downright furious.

Laurel stared at Liam for a moment after they had stopped adn then lifted her arm and whacked him around the back of the head, it was a gesture she had used on several persistent suitors long ago and despite the fact that Liam was a vampire and could kill her in rather dramatic ways she felt like using it now.

"You, how dare you! You should've at least asked me, told me about it... Instead you just grab me and run and think that it's completely alright!" Laurel paused for a moment and then let out a loud snarl and opened the car door, stepping out quickly "Honestly, you youngsters..."

Another pause, Laurel looked even more confused but climbed out of the car anyway and tilted her head back to glare at the sky "you could've at least let me make sure Ombra was alright, if you've killed her Val won't be very happy."

Another pause and then Laurel lets out a loud sigh and jams her hands in her pockets, she feels far too old.

[lily tomlinson]

She did NOT just hit him. No female hit Liam Black and got away with it. Not even his soulmate, who was apparently turning out to be even crazier than he was, if the 'youngster' bit was anything to go by.

With a hunter's grace, he followed her out of the car, grabbing a hold of her arm tight enough the the bones started to grind together. He didn't break anything just yet, but he made sure it hurt.

Hit him, will she? Ha!

"Did you lose your brain on the trip here or something?" he hissed, "Because obvioiusly you've losed every ounce of common sense you had. Firstly, when fighting a vampire, it's a smart idea not to reveal your plans in either thought or conversation, as they'll react accordingly. And secondly, the next time you hit me, I'll starting breaking bones. This-" his grip tightened on her arm "this is just a warning. Don't think because we're soulmates, I'll go easier on you."

[doreyg]

Laurel hissed in pain but gritted her teeth and turned to glare at Liam, holding her head high and her eyes narrowed.

Why couldn't she have got a soulmate like Adam? she hadn't had a crush on Adam or anything but Adam had never tried to hurt Cassie, Adam would have thrown himself off a cliff before he hurt Cassie... And instead here she was with a vampire who was actively hurting her, actively threatening to do even worse to her and it just wasn't fair.

"First of all" she hissed,, tugging at her arm ineffectually "I was not planning to do anything to you, second of all I have just had the shock of my lives and I am not in a very good mood and maybe I overreacted but may I point out that in one day I have found my soulmate, discovered my soulmate to be a person completely different from me, have seen a persons spine ripped out and then have had my soulmate turn into me and drag me into a extremely fast car."

Laurel isn't breathing hard to her credit, she's just looked rather cold and rather tired... She wonders vaguely about trying to open the bond to let Liam feel what she's feeling but stomps down on the idea rather quickly... She doesn't want a broken arm after all.

Even if Lily could maybe heal it, or do something to it.

[lily tomlinson]

Liam inhaled deeply in exasperation, and then slowly let out the breath, in an effort to calm himself. Didn't work.

Turning cold eyes on her, he said, "Now, I do this for your own good," and he tugged sharply on her arm, effectively dislocating it for the moment. "There is a lesson in this: Never hit me, and we'll get along just fine. And if you think you're the only one having it hard in this little arrangement then you would be mistaken."

He quickly released her arm and headed for the bar. Yeah, he'd gotten himself a human soulmate. Human! He had to run around protecting a female all day, when normally he'd just let them be killed. He'd had a rebellion at work. He'd nearly gotten the crap beaten out of him by Damon, and attacked by a god-knows-what type of witch, and now he had a little witchlet sassing him at every turn. He was the victim here! At least that's what he thought. He also thought it was about time for a nice strong drink and to be around company that actually realized just who he was, and knew better that to treat him with such... such... Urgh!

[doreyg]

Laurel simply gritted her teeth hard and let out a tiny yelp, followed by glaring at Liam's back and sniffing back the tears of pain that flowed to her eyes, she wasn't supposed to hate her soulmate was she?

And now her arm was dislocated, and she was standing in the parking lot of a strange place with her vampire soulmate storming away from her and no form of defence whatsoever.

Good, she hoped something would kill her quickly and she could come back far away from Liam, another solar system would be nice.

Luckily she does remember some things about treating dislocated arms, and while the method might be a bit primitive and very painful it does work... So because she is a little mad at him after all she opens her mind up wide to his and throws herself and the car... The shoulder snaps back into place and she lets out a faint whimper as she lands on the ground, dry heaves once and then curls up into herself until the shaking stops.

At least her shoulder is better.

[lily tomlinson]

Liam turned back, one eyebrow sardonically raised, cruel smirk in place. Funny thing, Liam doesn't feel bad at all. There's reasons for it all, and they're plausible to him. Seeing her drop to the ground and dry heave only served amuse him. He was still angry at her for hitting him.

He knelt over her and brushed a bit of hair out of her face, putting his face a little to close to hers. The smirk never dropped. "If you'd only asked like a good girl," he said, "I could have fixed your arm without it hurting."

Well, actually, he'd been planning on letting her suffer for a few moments before fixing her arm anyway. There was no need for her to go and do something silly. Ah, well, nothing to be done about it now.

He tilted his head back to look at the car with a critical eye. "If you even so much as scratched the paint...." He shook his head in irritation, letting out a hiss of breath. It wasn't his car to destroy. Wasn't him she'd have to deal with. Seth was one person that he wouldn't try to protect his soulmate from.

[doreyg]

Laurel shudders for a few moments more and then looks up at Liam, it isn't a glare but it is rather disapproving and definitely rather cold.... She pokes at her shoulder experimentally and then stands, giving Liam another cold look.

He probably expects her to rant, or burst into tears or something but instead she just very calmly raises a eyebrow and smiles coldly "Shall we go in? I do hope this place doesn't have any more of your old acquaintances in it."

And that she starts walking, straight backed and not showing any signs of pain whatsoever.

She'd be rather proud of herself if her shoulder wasn't aching so fiercely.

[titan]

Addy sees Liam and the other girl enter the bar, and has to cover her mouth with her hand. There's no possible way. He's got a human with him, and she's alive! What are the odds? Slim to absolutely none. She could go an greet them, give him hell, but she doubt that that will be quite as entertaining as letting them come to her. No, it's better to be patient and wait for them to come to her.

[lily tomlinson]

Liam was not particularly wanting to to the bar. Not with one Addison Belmont standing over there and looking thoroughly amused. She was sure to make his night a living hell for bringing Laurel here, and even moreso if she found out he was soulmated to her. And it's not like he could just kill her. No-oo. Because she was the type of woman that carried around guns and axes and who knew what and how she fit more weapons into her attire. Ugh. Women.

But the conundrum: Mysteriously all the waitresses were now avoiding his table. He couldn't get a drink unless he went to the bar. Tricky little wench that Addison was. Very tricky, indeed.

Inwardly groaning, but keeping up his look of superiority, he made his way to the bar. If Laurel followed, bully for her. If she tried to run, he was tying her to the ceiling for the rest of the evening and finding a new female to entertain him while he got drunk.

"Addison, Addison, Addison," he drawled, leaning his arms on the bar top, "Always so amused. Didn't anyone ever tell you that some amusements will get your pretty little face ripped off?"

He smirked faintly, fighting the urge to turn his head and check up on Laurel. Besides, if she ran, there wasn't a way she'd get out. Too many hunters in one building. Running triggers instincts. She'd be incapacitated before she reached the door, and he'd have a blooming fight on his hands.

"Why don't we put it aside and you give me a double whiskey, and a... special.... orange juice for my accomplice this evening?"

[doreyg]

Laurel considers the option of running and then considers the option of just staying put... But then a rather burly vampire happens to glance over her and she very calmly leaves her seat and follows Liam at a slow pace... Not running, she thinks she has memories of being ripped apart by vampires once and it was not a pleasant experience.

So now she's standing neatly behind Liam, not glancing around but very carefully adjusting her hair to try and hide her pulse... Her eyes may widen slightly at the "special" orange juice but she doesn't protest out loud... She had visited a few Vita-enhanced balls after all, she did hope she could still hold her alcohol and... Other things.

...Really, Deb would've been so much better for Liam.