The Black Dagger Brotherhood (64 page)

Slices of Life are little vignettes of the Brothers that I've posted on my message board. If you're a member there, you'll recognize them! If you aren't, here they are reproduced. Again, the Board may be found at
www.jrwardbdb.com/forum/index.php
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posted May 17, 2006

 

 

 

 

This first one was posted after
Lover Awakened
was written, just as I was starting to work on
Lover Revealed:

 

 

So the question was asked on the loop what free time is like for the Brothers. And what the girls did at the mansion. And I figured I'd share this little Slice of Life with folks. . . .

The Brotherhood did movie night the other night and it was hysterical! Well, movie day, as it were. The bunch of them ended up piling into the Pit—which, I'd like to point out, only has two leather couches and not a lot of floor space. Picture this: Wrath and Beth in one corner of a couch. Rhage and Mary on the opposite side. Z on the floor with Bella in his lap. Butch and Phury on the other couch. V behind the Four Toys on his chair. The place was like a frat house, and they watched the first two
Die Hards
back-to-back. Between Phury's red smoke and V's hand-rolls the place smelled delicious. Butch was drinking a lot of Scotch (well . . . duh). V was into the Grey Goose. Mary and Bella were drinking chardonnay. Rhage was into the Perrier—busy rehydrating from a hard night on the streets with the
lessers.

Halfway through the first movie, someone fell asleep. And can you believe it? It was Wrath! He's usually so incredibly focused but he's been working too hard. The thing was, he had his Brothers and his
shellan
—his family—all around him, and they were safe. He literally passed out, head flopping back on the top of the sofa, his long, long hair all over his chest (he's grown it out superlong because Beth loves it that way). Beth slid his sunglasses off and tucked a blanket around him—which was a nice thing to do, except . . . unfortunately the movements woke him a little, and he ended up repositioning himself all over her—he fell back asleep, mashing her up against Rhage. She just laughed. She was so relieved he was relaxing a little. She has to see him get up during the day and pace and pace and pace around their bedroom. It just about kills her, because he's almost stopped sleeping at all and he's losing weight. Straight up? This king stuff is killing him.

Anyway . . . Fritz kept bringing over hors d'oeuvres—you remember the spinach crepes Rhage loves? The group of them went through trays of those and other things. Fritz was so happy, running back and forth in the tunnel between the main house and the Pit.

Rhage, naturally, insisted on yelling out lines. You know what his favorite one is, of course: “Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.” But 'bout halfway through the second movie, he started nuzzling the back of Mary's neck. And then his hands started traveling. She tried to get him to cut it out—but not too hard. When his eyes flashed white, the two of them disappeared for a little while. Um . . . Er . . .

ANYWAY, Phury was really quiet. He's gotten terribly quiet. Sadly quiet. He keeps to himself mostly, and was really there more because he felt he had to be than because he wanted to be.

Z watched both movies for the first time. He was ABSORBED by them. Imagine the surprises in store—when Mr. Takagi gets shot by Alan Rickman? When the body shows up in the elevator with Ho Ho Ho on the shirt? When Mc-Clane is in the ventilator shaft? Then later when McClane's wife Tasers that idiot reporter? Z LOVED the movies. . . . He jumped in the right places and cursed at the screen and snarled and yelled. He was all involved and had a death grip on Bella through the whole thing. The only time he looked away from the TV was to make sure she had something to drink. Or to eat. Or to ask if she was comfortable. “Too cold? You need another fleece, maybe?”

I will say—even though I shouldn't—that Bella had a huge bite mark on her neck. He'd fed from her about an hour before they started to watch the movies. He'd gotten home from a night of fighting and he felt this . . . urge . . . to feed. He ended up sidling up to her in the bathroom. She was just out of the shower and was talking to him about this writing class she's taking online. Anyway . . . he was staring at her in the mirror, and she was chatting away and toweling off her hair and . . . she stopped and asked him what was wrong. When she got the picture, she turned and smiled at him. Um . . . dropped the towel she had wrapped around herself. At first he was apologetic about it. Like embarrassed, almost, because he hadn't come to her before. But then she was in his arms and he lowered his mouth to her throat and.....................well, they really got into the swing of things.
^*
clears throat* Boy, did they ever . . . *blushes* Er . . . ANYWAY . . .

V stayed out of the movie thing, for the most part. He was doing searches on the Internet, although what he was looking for I have no clue. Every once in a while someone would yell at him to get off the computer. He ignored them until Butch fired an empty beer can at him. (And who was drinking the beer? Beth . . . she likes Sam Adams, remember.) V ended up sitting with Phury and Butch. The bachelors, as the others call them.

Sooooooooooooo, that was movie night (day). Next one is going to be an
Aliens
marathon. And yeah, Rhage is going to insist on acting out the alien-out-of-the-stomach routine on the floor in front of the TV *sigh* Hollywood's just like that, you know?

posted July 23, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whoever said it couldn't snow in July had their fucking head wedged.