Labor Day isn't quite a holiday for us. Dragoncor/Earthdarggon is meeting today to discus some upcoming meetings and to set a schedule for the web series (plural) we'll be shooting through the fall. While Jon and I have been busy at home doing post production editing and writing respectively, Ralph has been maneuvering the amazing connections he's found to some very interesting and potentially productive meetings. This meeting and the discussion with SAG on the guidelines for actor contracts I plan for this week should give us a firmer schedule for when things like Demon Under Glass, 15%, Blood Oath and even the Privateers will commence. I'm hoping to announce dates next week.
Soldier's Destiny Excerpt
Warning! This is Adult Content! Yao! And Spoilers! Also Rough Draft!
Dinner was my favorite pot roast and potatoes. Then, my plan was to have Vincent for dessert. The adrenaline from the fight still coursed through our veins. The energy crackled between us, demanding release. That night, I planned to show my Love who was in charge. I pinned him easily on the sofa, because he wasn't quite expecting it. As I slanted my mouth across his, my hands were in his hair, freeing it from its ties. We were making out on the sofa when the alarm sounded once again. I groaned against Vincent's mouth. I had kissed him to the point where I felt him yielding. I really didn't want to stop.
“Tell me this is a false alarm,” I said into the intercom. It didn't matter how I sounded. Vincent was still clinging to me.
“I wish the hell it was,” Heisler muttered. “Go to Camera 2.”
Vincent punched up the feed to our TV. There, sitting in the waiting area reading a newspaper was Simon Molinar. My lover huffed impatiently as I rolled off him.
“He said that he believes he has an appointment with you two,” Heisler continued. “What do we do? The guards were moved to safety without incident.”
“We'll bring him to Auerbach,” I said. “I don't think he'll be a problem. But send Maximilian down as well.”
“At least he waited until after dinner,” I sighed.
“Let's put the fucker in a box, so I can fuck you,” Vincent muttered.
“Yes, dear,” I smirked.
Molinar was still reading the paper when we ambled up to him. It was incredible to realize how old he must be. For all appearances, he looked younger than me. Only his eyes belied his nearly angelic face. There was so much going on in those deeply calm, gray-green eyes, I could never begin to read them.
“Simon Molinar?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied smoothly. “Thank you for seeing me. Are you remodeling?”
I looked at the bullet damage and other wreckage wryly.
“No. Why do you ask?”
“No reason, I suppose,” He replied. He was amused. “How do we proceed?”
“Follow us,” I said as Maximilian fell in alongside us.
“I remember you from that terrible incident at the border,” Molinar said to Maximilian. “You are an impressive specimen. Are you unique in your family?”
Maximilian looked at me quizzically.
“You can answer him, “ I said.
“I come from a long line of magnificently built Altereds,” he said with his usual pride.
“Fascinating,” Molinar murmured. I sensed pride in the Vampire. That hadn't occurred to me. “Where are we off to? Will I meet everyone now?”
“Not tonight,” I said. “The Benefactors aren't here and the medical team has its hands full just now. We are going to show you to your quarters. Tomorrow, you'll meet everyone.”
“What sort of quarters?”
“Quite comfortable, I promise,” I replied.
“I don't suppose there is a choice now,” Molinar murmured. “I'm seeing some very nasty Delphi night suns deployed about.”
“For the protection of the staff and installed under duress,” I admitted with surprising ease. “We knew that you are not a threat to us. We can't wait to find out what you want us to know.”
That admission placated and relaxed the Vampire. We walked in a comfortable silence to the Medical Wing for a brief moment.
“There is an energy about that near crackles along my skin,” Molinar remarked. “Is that something you keep going in the building for your powers?”
“We have ways of boosting our energy for defense that is part of the building,” I replied. “But they are not active right now.”
“That's just us,” Vincent said. “In the aftermath of expending great energy, we sometimes have residual output. No one else has ever felt it from us.”
“Not even I have,” Maximilian said with wonder.
“It's strong enough that I feel as though I've topped off,” the Vampire said thoughtfully.
Thankfully, we had arrived. I had been through too much to think about the implications of Molinar's observations. I knew that Vincent couldn't handle it just then. Besides, there were ways we had to dissipate that energy that I knew my lover was very anxious to resume. We showed Molinar to an Altered suite. There was a living area with a kitchenette and a huge entertainment center. The bedroom had a large bed, a lounge chair and another TV. Auerbach arrived on our heels. He seemed stunned to be meeting the Vampire in this manner.
“Remind me never to bet against you,” he said to me before extending a hand to Molinar. “Hello, Mr. Molinar. Thank you for coming.”
“Thank you for the welcome. And call me Simon.”
“Simon, we are terribly busy tonight. An emergency that must be attended to,” Auerbach said. “We would like to have you meet us tomorrow with the rest of the Benefactors when we can give you our full attention.”
“I appreciate your taking me in like this,” he said. “You are quite insightful to my situation.”
“That would be your progeny,” Auerbach said. “They seemed to know that you needed them.”
“Yeah, gramps,” Vincent said. “Make yourself at home. We'll catch you in the morning.”
Molinar was taken aback by my cheeky lover. Still, he smiled appreciatively.
“And don't worry, actual sunlight is only in one place in the facility, so you won't necessarily be restricted here,” I said. “But that will depend on you.”
“I shall be quite fine, gentlemen. Don't let me keep you further,” he said.
“There is an overnight kit with clothing and toiletries,” Auerbach said. “Give a shout if you need anything.”
“Thank you. Goodnight.”
Auerbach was silent for a while as we walked him back to his nerve center, so I spoke up.
“Doc, he'll keep until tomorrow. You have a full plate,” I said emphatically. “In fact, if Wolverine squad is stable, you should be eating then hitting the rack.”
“Yes, Doctor,” he quipped.
“We're serious, Doc,” Vincent said. “We count on you to hold us together. You can't burn out in one night with all this shit happening.”
That was far from eloquent, but it made the point.
“That's why I didn't stay to chat with him,” Auerbach assured us. “I plan to give the staff their marching orders, have a stiff belt and get some sleep. I promise.”
“Okay then. Goodnight, Doc. Goodnight, Maximilian,” I said. “We'll convene over breakfast tomorrow.”
I waited until we got back to the apartment before contacting Heisler again.
“Mark, no one is to go near Molinar tonight. That includes Auerbach unless there is an actual emergency,” I said. “And notify us first in that event.”
Vincent looked concerned. “Do you think he'll try t o talk to Molinar on his own?”
“Unlikely while he's dealing with Wolverine squad. I'm just being cautious,” I replied. “Our Doc is as earnest and curious as that Doctor Bassett. But I don't want to lose ours. This time, we'll look after him....Now, where were we? Oh, yes...”