It's a new day[but an old lie] {Delilah}

[maddog]

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

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The blood flew, misting the air around the four sweaty bodies that stood menacingly in the narrow alleyway. A whimper from the ground protested the blows reigning down on its owner’s body, but there would be no reprieve in the near future. The grunts of those delivering the blows, the dull slap of shoes and hands against pliant flesh, the low, keening cries of the soon-to-be-deceased; it was all background noise to him, after ten years of living in the bowels of the city’s underground. Almost like a song, if one were to tilt their head and listen close enough.
Hear the knuckles splitting as they hit the cheekbone? That was the clash of the drums. And the groan of pain as the toe of a boot found that innocent left kidney? The beautiful strum of the bass.

Goddamn, he fucking LOVED it when criminals turned stupid and thought to double cross him. It was like winning the lottery…every damned day. Why was it that people actually thought that they could try to trick the Devil and get away with it? Did they think that ‘ol Pointy Tail wouldn’t figure out their scheme, catch up to them with eight cronies at his back and beat the ever living shit out of them? Did they REALLY think that they could steal money with some kind of bait-and-hook play? Sure, the woman really had a nice rack and an even nicer ass, but c’mon now. As if he were so stupid, that a good fuck in the back of the club would get him blind enough not to notice that funds were suddenly being moved from his offshore accounts.

These people really didn’t deserve to live. Why God put such stupid little cockroaches on the earth was beyond him…but hey, free concert, right?

With a sigh as what had been high pitched wailing lowered down to pitiful grunts and cries, Gabe lifted a hand up regally, motioning for his guys to stop what they were doing. The accountant in question was lying sideways on the floor, tied to a chair and looking quite the bloody mess. His girlfriend was a few feet away, in the same condition, if not worse. She was cowering, whimpering and looking at them like they were the Horsemen themselves…hell, she should be grateful as all hell that he hadn’t given her to the guys.

And people actually said that he was heartless. Please.

As his men moved to the side, giving him a good eyeful of the puddles of blood, sweat, and…gah, he fuckin’ hated his wolf’s strong sense of smell sometimes. Thank God they hadn’t taken the two schmucks back to his place.

”Well, Mr. Neckman,” He drawled, looking down at the watch on his wrist. After watching the little man curl up into a ball and rock back and forth, he knelt down beside him. ”I have a meeting to attend, so I’m afraid that I can’t stay to finish the show. You’ve been a very bad boy, Mr. Neckman; trying to distract me with that cheap piece of ass over there while you stole from me.”

Whimpering became high pitched noises again, as the gangster slowly pulled out a switchblade from his pocket. With a quick slice to his neck, he watched the life slowly drain from the man’s eyes. God, what a stir of elation that he felt in the pit of his stomach, while he watched pain turn to fear, and fear turn to acceptance. Petting the balding man’s bloody hair, he continued to talk as if they were having a conversation. ”You see…I can’t let you live. If I do, it’ll look like I don’t mind people trying to steal from me. This world is all about reputation, you see. If I let mine go to hell, I’ll be replaced…and I can’t have that. I have too much to do before I die.”

He patted the dead man’s head tenderly, as if petting a child. Standing with a little sigh as blood pooled around his feet, he strolled to the street, two men flanking him. He waved over his shoulder, casually commanding his cronies to take care of the woman. Her screams echoed in the dark, damp alleyway as he sauntered over to his car.

Next stop; The Seven Sins for his meeting. Gabe smiled as he leaned back in the plush leather upholstery of the bulletproofed town car. There was a man who, or so rumor said, was a major player in the world of crime, murder and mayhem. He was old, powerful, and like Gabe, not exactly human. Would the Mafioso want to team up with a fellow freak looking for a foothold in the world? He really did hope so.

…Well, no; if he wanted to be honest, he really hoped he wouldn’t. War was so much fun, after all. Why mess it up with politics and playing nice?

When the car pulled to a stop in front of the casino, he stood in front and enjoyed the view. His little Cantina was a spot of mud compared to this place, with its glamour and its size. It made him nostalgic for his little piece of Heaven back on the East Coast, currently being watched by the annoying FBI.

It really was as if a guy couldn’t get a foot up in the world, unless he was willing to play by the government’s rules, he thought with a dark little scowl, moving with traffic into the lobby. He wasn’t human, afterall; not anymore. Thus, such silly little laws as ‘don’t kill your fellow citizens,’ or ‘weapons of mass destruction are bad’ just didn’t apply to him.

So, there he was; looking to make a deal with a demon. If anything else, he’d be dealing with a brother in arms…but hey, one bright side; at least this wasn’t exactly uncharted waters, since he was being told to wait! Him, WAIT? Like some kind of common criminal looking for an audience with the king? Fuck, if that didn’t make his blood fucking BOIL!

His ears perked up as he caught the sounds of a raunchy beat, and while it really appealed to his angry side to start up some nice, reasonable bloodshed, he decided on following the music before he killed a potential ally.

And then was really glad he did. Hello, half naked women and booze! The guy owned a casino AND a strip club? All in the same building? Hell yeah; definitely a point for making nicey nice with the locals.





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[Delilah]

What the hell was going on?? Delilah had never seen anything like it. Business was beyond booming!! It was to the point the spunky red head actually had to start doing paperwork. Normally it was easy, she could have offload all the ‘boring’ stuff to someone else. But alas Delilah had spent most of her wonderful winters day doing that thing she despised almost as much as the snobby bitches that seemed to come out of the woodwork occasionally… ACCOUNTS! She’d spent FAR too long in that stuffy office, listening to the commotion downstairs and simply letting her perfectly manicured fingers ram into the numbers on her calculator. The little demon was not known for her violent outbursts but even she started to become scary, so much so that her second in command offered to work through the night and told Delilah to go get it outta her system. Wow her staff knew her so well! Love them!

A quick trip to her room had been in order, get the smell of office off her and get the smell of Miss Dior Cherie. She changed into a pair of black denim hot pants and put on a lace white top that tied under her bust. She slipped her feet into her patent black Christian Loboutin’s and headed back down to her domain. Her deep red curls followed a little behind her as she whisked her way through the lobby. A cloud of cotton candy glitter dust followed her as she fell off her body with her haste. It was practically her version of “Delilah waz ere!”. You could find glitter dust most anywhere Delilah had been. For what she was, she was very deceptive. Most guys didn’t expect the demon that sold herself for money to be so bubbly and smell like sugar and Dior and wearing a pair of shoes more expensive than some cars.

As Delilah approached the door way she noticed someone stood in it. He was looking in and it was soooo obvious he planned on entering. Hell Delilah had seen her girls. Not many could pass that place up. As Delilah came up behind him an “Excuse me?” She asked in that low yet sweet and sensual southern drawl of hers. She didn’t even give him the chance to move before placing her hands on his waist, holding her body against his side as she went past him, and ended up facing him. Her eyes scanned his body up and down and a slight smirk filled her lips. Her hand had stayed attached to his waist as she started to step backwards, still looking at him until her arm was forced to break away and then her body turned with a snap.

After breaking away from the tall, dark and handsome stranger, Delilah moved towards the bar pulling herself up onto it. Her legs hung delicately off the side of the bar as her bar tender laid a shot glass and two large bottles beside her. Vodka and Kaluha, wow they were good. She yelled after her with a thank you and got a little wink in return as she filled the shot glass and bought it to her lips, tipping her head back with her hair flying about as she did so. Delilah then laid the shot glass back onto the bar and shook her head. Setting her flame colored curls back in place.



-- sorry its crappy and this is what she's wearing--

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[maddog]

You and I, we may look the same
But we are very far apart
There's bullet-holes where my compassion used to be
And there is violence in my heart

Into fire you can send us
From the fire we return
You can label us a consequence
Of how much you have to learn

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God, he’d wandered his way into some kind of backwater Heaven, he thought with a wolfish grin. The music that had drawn him in, had led him to a skin-tight fantasy land, and Gabe couldn’t help but tack on another notch of respect for the owner of the casino. Gambling AND walking sex icons? Oh, what an idea! It didn’t exactly do much for the female clientele, but from his experience, the males of their species were the big spenders, pouring their hard earned cash into frivolous ventures such as these.

And, eyeing the flapping bills in some of the dancer’s g-strings, he’d guess that there was a lot of pouring going on in this place. Fuck, he was jealous.

Not to mention that he was getting a bit hungry, watching these dancers shake their assets, like some kind of walking smorgasbord. His fingers practically twitched for want of a touch, and he sighed with the knowledge that he probably shouldn’t stay. Ever since he’d killed his ‘owner,’ Vitto, and had broken free of his Cronie Shackles, he had a problem with keeping his hands to himself and desires in check. It was, as if, with one little werewolf bite, he was becoming more impulsive by the minute.

In his line of work, such things meant instant death, he mused, watching the girl on center stage do something very…artistic with her hips. Guys like him, with aspirations like his, needed to be careful; cautious. Too much attention meant jail time, and while he was rotting behind bars, some other schmuck would complete what he’d started.

Total domination of the criminal underworld. Oh, the words were so sweet, his mouth watered. Or was that just from want, when Miss Center Stage went and twisted in that beautifully gymnastic way?

Whatever the reason, all thoughts were immediately dashed from his mind, as someone came up behind him. Instinct had him stiffening all over- and not in a good way, goddammit- and moving away from the unseen presence. Something ugly flashed in front of his eyes, and as usual, that damned panic set in. Fucking abusive childhood was going to get him fucking killed, he thought, as he tried to quell the urge to fight and flee.

There was no punishing presence behind him; just the softness of a sweet smelling woman. As that seductive voice reached his ears, he found coiled muscles slowly settling. Panic was immediately replaced by desire, and he eyed the woman as she practically rubbed her body against half of his.

And fuck if a certain part of his anatomy didn’t stand up and wave an emphatic hello. From instinctive fear to animalistic desire. His brain was definitely going to explode at some point in the near future…good GOD.

”No problem,” He said, voice a scratchy little rumble. Idly, he watched her wander over to the bar, leaving a path of turned heads in her wake. For a moment, he merely stood there, watching her with another grin playing at the corner of his lips.

Then, like a good little puppy, he followed her. With a glare, the stool to her left was immediately vacated, and he slid onto the worn wood.
”With a show like that, a guy could get to wondering about what you’re doing for the next few hours,” He said, after ordering a scotch.


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