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| Maggie McIntyre | Jun 21 2016, 11:37 AM Post #1 |
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The Banshee of HATE
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Normally, Eric Draven’s stature made him one intimidating person to be around. But when you crammed a seven-foot frame into one of the little booths at the Dunkin Donuts right on Lark Street with a box of donuts and coffee in front of him...it just from an expression of mirth to Maggie McIntyre’s face. She was seated across from him, dressed in sweatpants and a tank top. It was hot in Albany and she wasn’t about to roast herself by hiding in a hoodie. Besides, this was her home. She had no reason to hide here. Well, she didn’t hide, but she was certainly keeping her head down. Maggie had been for days now. She had only stayed at her cousin’s house for a night or two, and watched the clusterfuck that had been Battlelines from there. Surrounded by her cousin’s children, watching them cheer and boo. Kari had been unusually compassionate to her, bending the rules to let her children watch the show...provided Maggie was here. Still, after a few days, their presence was overwhelming and she was beginning to feel suffocated. She hadn’t spoken to him yet and it brought a frown to Erik’s face. He didn’t want to see his little brother so unhappy, nor did he want to see one of his biggest rookie stars quit over something so stupid. “Maggie, have a donut or something. You look like you haven’t eaten in a week.” He pushed the container of donuts towards her slouched form and stared hard at her. “I can’t eat those things. I only suggested here because I like the coffee.” She murmured, looking out the large window. Erik’s frown grew and he couldn’t help but push his steaming cup of coffee over to her. He just wanted her to talk to him. The co-owner of the EWA knew she’d been ignoring his little brother’s attempts to talk. Mikey had spent a solid hour distractedly staring out the window at their last investor’s meeting. “Then drink the coffee and start talking.” She sighed, reaching across the table to take the cup and take a tentative sip. “I don’t know where to start. He’s the one with the problems.” “I know he’s got problems, Maggie, but just to set the record straight...I’m not here as your boss. I’m here as his big brother. Now what the hell is going on between you two?” Erik stared down at her, finally catching her gaze. It was easy enough to tell in his expression that if she didn’t start talking, it would be much more awkward at work from now on. “I don’t know, Erik. You know Calder’s decided to become my own personal bogeyman and watching what he did to me that--when Mike promised...he promised to keep me safe.” “And you told him to stay in the back, let you fight your own battle.” Erik spoke softly, ripping a piece from a glazed donut and chewing on it quietly. There wasn’t much he could do to curb Maggie’s fear of Indrid Calder, nor could he stop the man from following her. That’s what the authorities were for. “I know what I told him. I thought he would throw it away...come out and help me. He knows how much Calder terrifies me.” Maggie took a sip of the coffee and wrapped her hands around the cup, sapping as much of the warmth as she could. It was hot outside, but in here--in this moment, she felt nothing but the chill of the stranger’s cold breath on her neck. No. It wasn’t his breath. It was simply the air conditioning. Yes, that’s all it was. She looked back up to Erik, her gaze haunted by things he could never dream of. “And then I have the Queen Bitch trying to cripple me because she’s a psycho.” The elder of the Draven brothers reached over, closing his hands around hers. He didn’t know why Calder made her his next project, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why Alyssa Marie kept attacking her. Maggie would always be a target as long as she stood by his brother. The Youth would never stop trying to bring Michael to a bloody end, no matter what schemes his brother tried to come up with in the meantime. “Look, my brother is an idiot. You and I both know that. He can’t see the forest for the trees, and he’ll keep falling for their ploys as long as they’re under his skin.” Erik sighed, “But I’ve never seen him as happy...or as settled since he’s been with you. I don’t want to see you two part ways like this and I’ve already had this conversation with him. So I want you to tell me what you need...and I’ll go back to Boston to pull his head out of his ass.” He squeezed her hands, giving her a small smile. “I--I just want to know that he’ll be there for me. Even if it means missing his chance to get back at Haven.” It was a big thing to ask, abandoning a fifteen year long revenge in the name of love...but she needed it. Maggie wanted him beside her, she loved him. She hadn’t known it before that first admission...but she did love him. “I’d do that for him. I talked him down from suicide in January, I don’t want to see him go through that again. I don’t want to have to do that again.” “Look, I know I’m not married...or even currently dating, but I’ve had my heart broken enough times to know that’s a tall order. You’re twenty-five, Maggie. You don’t ask someone to give up something like that in the first six months of dating. However, I don’t want to see my brother there either.” Erik couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling his hands back. “I know you’ve been enjoying your time up here with family and just laying low, so why not stay up here a little while longer? I’ll have Mike come to you...and you know, he’s terrified of that grandmother of yours. If he pisses you off again, you could always just invite her over for dinner.” That brought a little bit of a smile to Maggie’s face. “Mike’s going to have a conniption fit when he finds out you came up here to talk to me.” “I know he will.” Erik grinned at her declaration. “I also know I’m older, more experienced...and I have embarrassing baby photos I’m sure he doesn’t want me to show you. I know how to keep my little brother in line, Mags. Just...do what you can to get over this fight and try to reconcile. He’s not going to do anything to hurt you on purpose.” The elder of the Draven’s frowned as he went to move out of the booth. It certainly was not made for people his height and squeezing his frame into this hadn’t been the brightest of ideas. “Take care, Maggie. Mikey will text you when he’s on his way over here. I’ll make sure he treats you right, no worries about that.” She didn’t say anything as he left. The rookie just waved and went back to her coffee. This wasn’t going to be easy at all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey Queen Bitch. I have a question for you. How does it feel to know that soon enough, you’re going to be locked in a cage with me? I mean, you’ve gotten the drop on me a number of times and you’ve taken a tire iron to my knee twice now...but, you realize that soon enough, you’re going to be locked in a cage with me. Alone. Where no one can help you. There will be no husbands or boyfriends coming to help us when we’re crying out in pain. Alex won’t be there when I’ve got my boot on your neck and you’re struggling to breathe. He won’t be there when you’re flailing like a fish on a hook, desperate to get free of my claws. No one is going to be there to save you. No matter how much time over the last few months you’ve been preparing to finally get in the ring, you are still the lesser woman. It’s rare that I well and truly hate someone, but congratulations, Alyssa...you’re there. I’m not holding back. I’m not going to be nice. I’ve got a grudge and I’m not going to let it go until you’re bleeding from every orifice on your face...and perhaps a few new holes too. I know I’m a rookie, but I’ve still got more experience in the ring than you. You who considers herself a mistress of mind games because you made a man fall in love with you twice. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, you’re really not that creative. While it’s stupid for someone to fall for the same thing twice, it’s even worse when someone pulls the same shit twice...because they can’t think of anything better to do. You know what I’d love to do? I’d like to rip your ears off and string them on a necklace. Maybe use it to propose to Mike. Or as a peace offering to Indrid Calder. I know it was you that went to him to drug me in Mexico City. And really, how well did that work out for you? Sure, he terrifies the shit out of me...but that’s a fear I’ll get over someday. You went to the devil asking for a favor and one day, he’s going to come to collect on that debt. You aren’t half as scary as him. Calder makes me shake, but he’ll make you scream...and it won’t be from pleasure. But you won’t have to worry about him until I’m done with you. EWA’s favorite rookie has you in her sights, Alyssa Marie...and she has terrific aim. |
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