emptynight: (♩ He's a good time cowboy casanova)
Two flights of stairs might have been Everest as far as Thomas was concerned as he staggered out of the basement. He barely noticed the stragglers being dragged back into the house as he made his way up the stairs. The blissful numbness that had filled his mind started to fade, as if being burned away by the slowly rising sun, and his stomach threatened secession with every move. Thomas made it to the first floor without falling and was about to reach for the banister on the second floor stairs when Lara’s instructions rose unbidden over the disappearing numbness. Something between a sob and a scream passed his lips as Thomas forced himself to turn from the stairs, and the promised refuge of his room, and make for the computer room.

Hoping the void that kept the threatening maelstrom at bay would hold for a few more minutes, Thomas turned it on and pulled up his email program.

From: Thomas Raith <godofcologne@livejournal.com>
To: Lara Raith <lara@houseraith.com>

Subject: Your Little Favor

Sister-mine,

It is finished. Their Hunger is a pale imitation of ours. Control is possible but difficult. Extreme subtlety will be required. We were too well-matched in power for me to attempt.

Thomas

The numbness was fading fast as Thomas hit send and began making his way up to the second floor. It disappeared utterly when his foot hit the second floor landing, in sight of his room, and Thomas dragged his body inside by sheer force of will, locking the door behind him with fumbling hands. He leaned against the door heavily as the emotions that he’d numbed with alcohol, the memory of what he’d done, rose up in Thomas’ mind in a confused conflagration. An overwhelming sense of defilement, as if something thick, dark, and oily covered him, just under the surface of his skin, filled Thomas and he ran for the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

He had just enough sense left in him to lock that door too before he was on his knees, pale hands gripping the porcelain god. The patron of college students everywhere was used to hearing simple prayers muttered as the night’s revelry turned sour in stomachs; this prayer, however, was different, beyond its ability to grant. Every limb, every muscle, every square inch of skin felt tainted, as if marked by some dark stain, and Thomas’ hands tightened against the cool white porcelain, his only anchor in a sea of guilt and shame, as he tried to wretch up everything inside himself.
emptynight: (too pretty to die)
An open letter and a pair of fine Italian leather gloves rested on Thomas' bed as he paced the room, fingers punching a familiar number into the phone with way more force than necessary. He growled audibly as the phone rang, every muscle tensed as if ready to spring. It took until the fourth ring for someone to pick up, speaking with a voice rich, seductive, and utterly poisonous. Like Merlot and cyanide.




Portions of the conversation had been loud, and the crew was alternately cringing or looking at him pityingly. "Get out," he growled, bristling at the mixture of sympathy, fear, and even excitement wafting off of them. Thomas waited until they were gone, slamming the door behind them, before he sank to the floor at the foot of his bed. The anger was ebbing, leeching out of him along with his strength, leaving behind fear, helplessness, and an aching emptiness.



*O happiness, my beloved one, sing farewell

emptynight: (sword)
From: Thomas Raith <godofcologne@livejournal.com>
To: Lara Raith <lara@houseraith.com>

Subject: Re: Re: Re: Your Little Adventure

Lara –

You think you can pay me off to sleep with Jean-Claude? Sister mine, you should have just stuck to piquing my interest in this as a challenge.

Go buy yourself a real whore.

Thomas
emptynight: (reading)
From: Lara Raith <lara@houseraith.com>
To: Thomas Raith <godofcologne@livejournal.com>

Subject: Re: Re: Your Little Adventure

Dear Tommy,

Such language, baby brother! I simply asked if you could do the family business a small favour and you respond as if I’d asked you to sign your soul away. Honestly, aren’t you a bit old for such theatrics? It’s not like you’re ten and I asked you to put away your cowboys and toy cars because I stepped on one in the hall, Tommy. You can say no to me.

But is there any way I can convince you? It would be a great help to the business. Our research does seem to suggest the St. Louis court isn’t strictly White Court, that they are some mongrel mixture of our kind and the Black. I know that’s a rather distasteful notion (I could hunt down whatever Skavis or Malvora refuse began that bloodline) but it is both Papa and my opinion that our ‘brethren’ do not have our abilities and cannot subjugate you to their will. And even if there was a danger, I’m certain your unique heritage would make you more than capable of surviving the encounter. Give your sister a little credit, won’t you, Tommy? I would never send you into the lion’s den if I didn’t think you’d survive.

Would it help if I reinstated your access to the family coffers? You can stay in your little apartment and have your autonomy, but you won’t have to put in those hours at your salon simply to pay the bills. Just think about the offer, won’t you, baby brother?

Lara
emptynight: (♩ He's a good time cowboy casanova)
Chatting with Alice was an all too pleasant distraction and kept Thomas from dwelling on Lara's little request. Still, when Alice bounded away, no doubt to pleasantly brute force her way onto some other poor unsuspecting soul, Thomas left the couch and went over to the computers, sitting down at one and opening his email again. He muttered an apology to Alice, just in case, and mulled over his possibilities. The fact that he wasn't going to kneel to Lara's demands was unchanged, but she wasn't the type to give up. He'd cross that particular bridge when he came to it, but reasoned that this was precisely the sort of situation where talking or asking for help was going to be safe, and having nigh indestructible vampires at his back was the sort of thing Lara could appreciate. That particular bit of Alice's advice he could take without reservation and responded to his own sister.



From: Thomas Raith <godofcologne@livejournal.com>
To: Lara Raith <lara@houseraith.com>

Subject: Re: Your Little Adventure

Lara –

You want me to seduce a vampire/incubus of unknown power in order to determine whether his kind can be controlled like your relationship with our father.

You want me to voluntarily put myself in a position in which I could become enslaved by an older vampire whose strength I suspect rivals that of yourself and our father put together.

You want me to do this out of the goodness of my heart ‘for the family’ after you’ve deign to have me disowned under pain of death.

Big sister, I only have one thing to say to you, and I mean it with every fiber of my being:
Go fuck yourself.

Thomas
emptynight: (reading)
From: Lara Raith <lara@houseraith.com>
To: Thomas Raith <godofcologne@livejournal.com>

Subject: Your Little Adventure

Dearest Little Brother,

You’ve always been the favorite, and you know I’ve always done my best to spoil you rotten, Tommy. That’s why I didn’t forbid you from this little television venture you insisted on, even if it is terribly gauche and your behavior is risky not only for yourself but for the entire family.

Still, I admit your insistence on this rebellion has paid off. Papa has decided that there exists an excellent business opportunity in Missouri (I shudder to even say that. What is there in that state that anyone would want?). He has wanted to expand our Silverlight holdings, to diversify beyond film, for a while now and your inadvertent discovery of a market in St. Louis has pleased Papa greatly.

Unfortunately, Papa and I have been unable to find any credible sources of information on controlling interests in the area, and we suspect that our informants actively in the area have been compromised. So it falls to you to be our source of information on the court in St. Louis; we need to know whether they are amenable to the usual takeover methods. I know, you are having a wonderful time being a carefree exhibitionist on cable television, and I’m cruelty incarnate for asking you to get involved in family business. But really, Tommy, I’m just asking you to put your libido to good use for once; it’ll hardly even be an imposition. Those three you’ve gotten attached to aren’t going to hold your interest for long, and you will move on. I’m simply giving you a suggestion of who to move on to.

Your loving sister,
Lara

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