Lucky Number 13
Please see Prologue chappy for summary. I own nothing, though I wouldn't mind owning Sirius or Remus. :) Heehee...
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WARNING: Dark thoughts, very morbid- thoughts of graphic murder. Um... mentions of slashy-ness. There will be more as we go on. Intense moments. :)
Chapter 2:
Shaky Awakenings
He got away.
It was almost hard for him to believe, but he escaped- escaped with a bloodied blade and another death to plague his conscience.
It had been years since Sirius Black had seen Galeston, his hometown, and he owed it all to Dr. Holland that he got here- or more thanks to his car. It contained most of the doctor's personal belongings, a wallet for example, with enough money to keep him going for a while. Also, one of the compartments contained a lovely change of clothing, Gothic wear, just his style (he wasn't sure about Holland, though). It also contained a pair of scissors, allowing him to snip his hair the way he wanted. It was a rough- cut, but better than his old wild grow.
The small changes didn't exactly give him a disguise, but it made him feel cleaner in a way, to shed the disgusting feel of gloomy Gray Harbor. Prison dirt, one might say.
He made it to Galeston, checking into an old fashioned inn called The Widow, under the alias of "Cyrus Tenaar". It was a cozy place and absurdly empty. This was good, that meant no one could bother him here. The inn is where he met the kind hostess Molly; Sirius didn't catch her last name, but she was a nice woman with three sons that he knew of so far.
Then there was the quite helpful Remus Lupin. A kind, informative young waiter with short honey brown hair and moon colored eyes.
Sirius grinned as he lye on the bed in the room that Molly's son, Fred, had prepared for him. Shirt removed, hair let down, and a lit cigarette to his lips- he smiled as he remembered Remus's light British accent, his naturally smiling face, and how adorable he looked in an apron. It just tied beautifully around his slim waist; hinting, teasing Sirius about what could be under the fabrics that clothed his body.
"Cute," he murmured, blowing the smoke through his nose, no question of his sexuality coming to mind. "Naïve, I expect." He chuckled. "But cute."
It's been a while since Sirius had felt any attraction to anyone (woman or not), being in prison for twelve years, perhaps even before. His last relationship had been... lightly putting it, crushing. Putting all thoughts of that aside, he couldn't exactly afford a relationship for the time being.
Sirius Black didn't escape prison to scope anyone out. There was only one reason and one reason alone: revenge.
He took one last drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out on a conveniently placed ashtray on his bedside table. Blowing out the smoke, he reached under his pillow and pulled out the sword he stole from Holland's office wall.
He traced the gold dragon designs on the hardened sheath with his fingers, frowning at the very thought of what he was going to do with this steal. It made him feel guilty and yet...
A sick smile graced his face.
It would make him feel much better, so much better- to spill the blood of those bastards that ruined him, his life, and his childhood. To see the look of horror on their faces when they die, to feel death take them, to see their lifeless eyes grow cold...
Sirius shook from these thoughts, the guilt returning.
But why should he feel guilty? It was his damned father's entire fault he went to prison in the first place.
"And all those damned rich bastards that helped him," Sirius murmured angrily pulling the sword from its sheath, the silver blade glinting in the moonlight that shown through an open window.
"I'll kill them," he vowed. "I won't rest until they soak in their own blood." He threw the ashtray, slicing it in two with one swipe of the Asian blade, kohl eyes glinting dangerously.
"I swear it."
"You're in a good mood," Remus commented putting on his apron and grabbing a rag.
"Always am, dear." She chimed. "But let's not dilly dally around, hm? Lots to clean, lots to do!" She whistled happily taking the broom and sweeping (with the broom upside down, mind.)
Remus blinked looking at the windows which were fogged with Molly's wax. Shaking his head, he took the rag and began to clean them properly. For most of the daily chores, Remus had to follow Molly around, fixing whatever she "cleaned", and having to stop her from pouring acidic bug-killing spray all over the azaleas on The Widow's only garden.
"Mum's really happy," Ron said while helping re-wash the dishes (Molly scrubbed them with Clorox). Ginny, the youngest and only daughter, was helping to dry.
"Because we have a guest?" Remus inquired checking anything else for Molly's odd "cleaning".
"Close," Ginny giggled. "Because we have a handsome one!"
Ron gagged, "Remember what she was like when she first hired Remus? No offense, mate."
"None taken," Remus shrugged. "Wait a moment... what?" he looked at them funny.
"Oh, you don't remember?" Ginny giggled again. "She cooked funny, almost forgot how to cook- goodness, she thought you were adorable! Still does, by the way." She winked.
Remus blinked, blushing with embarrassment, wishing he didn't ask.
"Don't worry," Ron said finishing the last dish and handing it to Ginny. "It's not like she's going to chase you, she loves Da too much. This is pretty normal for her, whenever she thinks someone's attractive she acts all funny. Da gets pretty jealous, doesn't he Ginny?"
"Sure does," Ginny said putting the dish in the cabinet. "I remember when we went to a book signing in the next town over. Mum wanted to get the autograph of her favorite romance novelist, Gilderoy Lockhart." She made a face. "Mum flirted, he flirted back."
"Disturbing, really." Ron blanched.
"Fun part was when Da punched him out." Ginny grinned. "We made the front page of the London Times."
"'Jealous Husband Practically Destroys England's Most Handsome Face'," Ron quoted drying off his hands with a towel, grinning as well.
"I remember that article," Remus said suddenly. "They took a shot of your father, didn't they? I couldn't really tell, though."
"Yup, Da was beating the stuffing out of him- the guy screams like a bloody girl!" Ron said laughing.
"Out of my kitchen!" Molly said, suddenly bustling through the door. "I have lots to cook, our guest will be hungry!" She went straight for the refrigerator pulling out cartons of eggs, sausages, a number of other breakfast items. She was humming a happy tune as she placed a skillet on the stove, setting the temperature with a carefree hand.
"Later," Ron said, suppressing a snigger. "I'm going to go see Harry, his parents invited me over for breakfast."
"Have fun, dear!" Molly chimed. "Say hello to Mrs. Potter for me!"
But Ron was already out the door.
"Would you like some help, Molly?" Remus asked.
"With the cooking? No, no... Ginny, set the table, would you?" She said to her daughter. Ginny nodded and headed for the back parlor where the family dined.
"But there's one thing you can do," Molly said. "See if our guest wants to eat. Ask him if he'd dine with us?" she blushed a little. "I'd certainly like to get to know him myself..."
"Sure- oh my!" Remus reached for the skillet and pulled it off onto another burner, for the egg Molly cracked had set a flame.
"Oh, whoops..." Molly blinked, taken from her little dream world. "Um... I'll just... clean that up and... try again..."
"Be careful," Remus said heading for the kitchen door, "Don't hurt yourself, Molly."
"Yes, yes..."
He shook his head, going through the door, around the bar, and ascending the stairs. First door on the left, he remembered Molly saying. He stood in front of the wooden oak door with a brass number one, knocking softly on the polished frame.
There was silence, so Remus tried again, this time louder. "Sir?" he said.
Nothing.
"Sir, are you awake?" Remus placed a hand on the brass knob, turning it, finding it to be unlocked. Hesitantly, he stepped inside.
He looked around to see the room had a shady look, even for the morning. The normal colors were shadowed; Molly's usual creamy decorating hidden by the darkened shades. The reason being this was because of the window, which was closed by the curtain, forbidding the sunlight.
Remus made for the windows, which was a natural habit for him, to open them up to let the light in- but he stopped in mid-stride, hearing a groan from the bed.
Staring awkwardly, he slowly approached the restless sleeper, nearly tripping over something. Two somethings. He bent down to pick them up. They appeared to be pieces of an ashtray, somehow cut cleanly in two.
Remus's eyes narrowed, How strange... he thought. He placed the broken tray on the bedside table, looking at the one who occupied the bed.
Cyrus Tenaar looked disheveled, his pale face with a feverish look. His hair, once tied back was let down and disoriented, strands seemingly everywhere on Molly's cream colored pillows. He lye shirtless, the pants he wore the other night still in tact. His face was scrunched, caught in a nightmare.
Remus stared unsure of what to do. Naturally, a hand raised to shake his shoulder...
"ARGH!!!"
It happened rather quickly, Remus barely touching Cyrus's arm, Cyrus's shocking outburst- but some how he was flipped over and now he was lying on the bed, Cyrus over him and wide awake, reaching back... reaching back for a weapon that was never there.
Dazed, the waiter looked into Cyrus's wide kohl colored pools, watching as the shock- probably of finding Remus there- diminish from his eyes.
"Remus?" He breathed. "What are you doing here?"
Remus couldn't speak, a look of shock and fear on his face. He breathed heavily, one arm locked over his head by Cyrus's tight grip; his other lower arm pinned under Cyrus's knee. It hurt, and it left him paralyzed.
Seemingly realizing the pain Remus was in, Cyrus released him.
"What did you just do...?" Remus managed, ignoring the fact that Cyrus was still straddling him.
He was silent for a moment, studying Remus's reddening face. "You... startled me, that's all. Sorry." He said removing himself from Remus's waist. "It's a reflex." He added glancing at the waiter's still shocked face.
"Reflex..." Remus swallowed, sitting up. "R-right..."
There was a pregnant pause as Cyrus sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his long hair. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes. Lighting one he took a long drag, looking over at Remus.
He blushed.
Cyrus raised an eyebrow, "Want one?" he offered.
"Um... no... no, thank you, I mean-I don't smoke." Remus looked away, still red in the cheeks.
"So," he said blowing the smoke through his nose. "What's on your mind?"
Remus still didn't look at him. "Excuse me?" he asked trying not to sound- in a way- small or squeaky.
"You can't have come up here for nothing," Cyrus pointed out.
"Oh yes," He cleared his throat. "Molly wanted to know if you wanted to come down for breakfast. That's all."
Cyrus took another drag, before turning to the broken ashtray and putting the bud out. He smirked, looking at Remus. The waiter still wouldn't look at him.
"Hey," Remus jumped a little when Cyrus touched his cheek, forcing him to look into those wild eyes.
"Can I ask you a favor?" Cyrus whispered huskily, touching the tips of Remus's honey colored bangs as he trailed his fingers down the side of his face.
Numbly, Remus nodded, chest tight and cheeks tinted pink.
"I'd like a tour of the town," Cyrus murmured, "A walk around, you could call it. Would you mind taking me when you're free?"
He nodded again, shivering under Cyrus's light touch.
"Wonderful," Cyrus smirked, getting off the bed and picking up his discarded T-shirt. "I'll be looking forward to it." He stood at the frame of the door, looking over his shoulder. "Coming?"
Shakily, Remus removed himself from the bed, walking towards the door and following Cyrus down the stairs.
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Oh dear, I'm going to have to stop here... poo, I wanted to get more done too! (Hey, that rhymed! ... right...) Um, sorry I have to go, my few, loyal readers! I'm going on vacation for a week! WWWWWEEEEEE!!! :) I'm goin' to Hawaii, I'm goin' to Hawaii! Yay! Well... I hope you all enjoy my short update, I'll make my next one longer, I promise!
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Hetera
PS: EEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!!! I'm worried about this chapter! Oh, it's so short- short isn't good! People like long ones, but I don't have time- I gotta pack, gotta get moving, gotta wake up at four in the morning, it's eleven thirty-six!!! PM! I hope you all aren't mad- did I rush the fluff? Should I slow it down? Does this need editing? EEPNESS! TELL ME!!!