Fic: Cataclysm, Prologue.
Characters: Josef/OFC, Mick.
Rating: PG-13 for this part.
Spoilers: Nothing specific.
A/N: I started writing this before the last episode aired so it might come across as AU. Also, this is unbetaed and I suck at grammar... BUT I am planning to use a beta for the rest of the fic (I just have to convince her. Heh)
Its her eyes that first capture his attention. Hollow, dead. There is no spark of interest in them when he blatantly checks her out and that is a surprise. Hes used to people looking at him, admiring him, fearing him. Beautiful women blush like little girls when he actually deigns to glance in their direction. But not this one.
Josef Konstantin isnt accustomed to being ignored, especially from someone who works for him.
When shes close by, he can smell her blood: rich, thick, subtly laced with cocaine and ecstasy that humans seem to enjoy so much. Her pale skin is complimented by the deep red of her hair (the color reminds him of the blood that must flow through her icy veins) and her cold, grey eyes. Hell, if she wasnt so lifeless, she could pass for the undead.
He remembers the first time he saw her at his downtown office building. He ventures over there occasionally, usually at dusk, to make sure everything runs smoothly and it was on one of these visits that he ran into her. Literally. She was walking towards him; looking at him and seeing right through him. Like he was just a human. Offended, he switched tracks at the last minute and collided with her. That definitely got her attention. The file she was carrying fell to the ground; he watched without making any effort to help as she gathered the contents together. It wasnt until she stood up and locked eyes with him that she finally noticed him.
Thanks for the help, she says, her husky voice laced with heavy sarcasm, eyes filled with irritation.
Dont mention it. Giving her a cold smile, he continues. Who are you?
Who wants to know?
He cocks his eyebrow. The person who pays for your Christian Louboutin.
In that case, you can call me maam.
And then she walked away, not glancing back at him once.
Hes seen her a few times since then. On each occasion, shes completely ignored his presence.
Napping at this time? Didnt think that was your style.
Opening his eyes, Josef finds Mick sitting across from him, a prominent smirk displayed across his face. His best friends eyes are sparkling today, like he got lucky. Of course in Micks case, that probably means he got to sniff that reporters sweater or something.
Im counting all the cash Im paying you by-the-hour to play detective, Josef snarks. Did you find anything yet or are you still ripping me off?
Like you wouldnt kill me the second I scam you.
True.
Explain to me why you need me to do a background check on your employee. Dont you have your own people for that?
Maybe I just want to give you something to do instead of spending your time mooning over Bessie Turner.
Beth Turner.
Potato, puhtato.
Shaking his head, Mick throws a file on the table and photographs of Josefs latest hobby-of-the-week spill over. There are pictures of the redhead going into a club alone, leaving the same place with a mediocre looking guy; images of her meeting with someone (that can, at best, be described as a drug dealer) in a dark alleyway.
She likes her fun, Josef remarks, studying the pictures.
That she does. She spent the next evening in an AA meeting and the one after that at church.
Ah, humans and their contradictory natures, Josef sighs. So, what else can you tell me about her? It better be more than her address and work history because I already have that information from my people.
Did they give you her name?
No. I prefer to hire generic brands, Josef bites back sarcastically.
Her real name isnt Caitlin Kings.
Is it Frigid McBitch?
Mick grins. Try Cassidy Stuart. And if the hospital records are correct, shes spent a lot of time in a mental institution.
Insanity does add a little spice them. Spotting the disapproving look on Micks face, Josef smirks. Dont worry. Ill be gentle.
Thats what worries me, Mick says somberly before getting up to leave. Ill give you a heads up if I find anything else.
Pleased, Josef leans back in his chair, links his hands together behind his head, and muses on how long its been since hes had to actually hunt for something interesting.
If you have the time, feedback?
Characters: Josef/OFC, Mick.
Rating: PG-13 for this part.
Spoilers: Nothing specific.
A/N: I started writing this before the last episode aired so it might come across as AU. Also, this is unbetaed and I suck at grammar... BUT I am planning to use a beta for the rest of the fic (I just have to convince her. Heh)
Its her eyes that first capture his attention. Hollow, dead. There is no spark of interest in them when he blatantly checks her out and that is a surprise. Hes used to people looking at him, admiring him, fearing him. Beautiful women blush like little girls when he actually deigns to glance in their direction. But not this one.
Josef Konstantin isnt accustomed to being ignored, especially from someone who works for him.
When shes close by, he can smell her blood: rich, thick, subtly laced with cocaine and ecstasy that humans seem to enjoy so much. Her pale skin is complimented by the deep red of her hair (the color reminds him of the blood that must flow through her icy veins) and her cold, grey eyes. Hell, if she wasnt so lifeless, she could pass for the undead.
He remembers the first time he saw her at his downtown office building. He ventures over there occasionally, usually at dusk, to make sure everything runs smoothly and it was on one of these visits that he ran into her. Literally. She was walking towards him; looking at him and seeing right through him. Like he was just a human. Offended, he switched tracks at the last minute and collided with her. That definitely got her attention. The file she was carrying fell to the ground; he watched without making any effort to help as she gathered the contents together. It wasnt until she stood up and locked eyes with him that she finally noticed him.
Thanks for the help, she says, her husky voice laced with heavy sarcasm, eyes filled with irritation.
Dont mention it. Giving her a cold smile, he continues. Who are you?
Who wants to know?
He cocks his eyebrow. The person who pays for your Christian Louboutin.
In that case, you can call me maam.
And then she walked away, not glancing back at him once.
Hes seen her a few times since then. On each occasion, shes completely ignored his presence.
Napping at this time? Didnt think that was your style.
Opening his eyes, Josef finds Mick sitting across from him, a prominent smirk displayed across his face. His best friends eyes are sparkling today, like he got lucky. Of course in Micks case, that probably means he got to sniff that reporters sweater or something.
Im counting all the cash Im paying you by-the-hour to play detective, Josef snarks. Did you find anything yet or are you still ripping me off?
Like you wouldnt kill me the second I scam you.
True.
Explain to me why you need me to do a background check on your employee. Dont you have your own people for that?
Maybe I just want to give you something to do instead of spending your time mooning over Bessie Turner.
Beth Turner.
Potato, puhtato.
Shaking his head, Mick throws a file on the table and photographs of Josefs latest hobby-of-the-week spill over. There are pictures of the redhead going into a club alone, leaving the same place with a mediocre looking guy; images of her meeting with someone (that can, at best, be described as a drug dealer) in a dark alleyway.
She likes her fun, Josef remarks, studying the pictures.
That she does. She spent the next evening in an AA meeting and the one after that at church.
Ah, humans and their contradictory natures, Josef sighs. So, what else can you tell me about her? It better be more than her address and work history because I already have that information from my people.
Did they give you her name?
No. I prefer to hire generic brands, Josef bites back sarcastically.
Her real name isnt Caitlin Kings.
Is it Frigid McBitch?
Mick grins. Try Cassidy Stuart. And if the hospital records are correct, shes spent a lot of time in a mental institution.
Insanity does add a little spice them. Spotting the disapproving look on Micks face, Josef smirks. Dont worry. Ill be gentle.
Thats what worries me, Mick says somberly before getting up to leave. Ill give you a heads up if I find anything else.
Pleased, Josef leans back in his chair, links his hands together behind his head, and muses on how long its been since hes had to actually hunt for something interesting.
If you have the time, feedback?
