Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)
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				Title: <strong>Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 07:02:34</strong>
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				"...and I am Beth Turner for MSNBC. Back to you, Martin."&nbsp; The word 'Mute' appeared in the bottom of the flat screen's display, killing the sound as Mick St. John drained a wine glass filled with thick crimson fluid in one long pull. He tossed the remote control to the side and rose gracefully back to his feet. He walked back to his little used kitchen island to refill his glass from a waiting bottle.<br><br>It's been 6 months to the day since he watched her board the plane for New York, and there'd been no talk of him following after. Beth had made it exquisitely clear that she wanted him out of her life. Too much happened between them, with Beth essentially murdering Coraline, and Mick allowing Josh to die. Perhaps it was better this way. The time would have come where Beth would have asked to be turned, just like she'd asked Mick to turn Josh. She just couldn't see the value in mortality, something Mick would have given anything for. Not to mention that Coraline was still out there somewhere. One day she'd return, draw by the strange, mad connection they had for one another.<br><br>Six months... it was like a blink of an eye to the 86 year old vampire. He could only imagine how fast time must pass for his best friend, Josef with over 400 years under his belt. <br><br>Speaking of his friend, Mick finished his dinner and rinsed his empty glass out in the sink, before storing it at the bottle back it a secret refrigerated compartment. Josef had requested a meeting this evening, and by request, he'd told Mick to show up or else. The vampiric private detective grabbed his jacket and walked out the apartment door to see what his friend wanted. Josef had been giving him his space, largely because he considered Mick's moodiness a serious buzzkill, so if Josef wanted a meeting, it must be something important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 07:38:37</strong>
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				Delilah O'Grady (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Image:Jordana_brewster.jpg) tapped her fingers on the arms of the chair she was settled in as she watched Josef beneath her eyelashes. He looked right back almost as if he could be doing something better than holding a meeting between Mick and herself. She wanted this meeting for one thing only and it was to learn about the private investigating business. Just a few months ago, she had been working as a insurance adjuster for the local insurance company in Los Angeles. The work with the insurance companies to investigate insurance fraud had given her the jumping board needed to get her into criminal investigation courses and into the field of private investigator. <br><br>From what she heard in the Los Angeles private eye business, the only man that was clean and good enough in what the private investigator was the one and only Mick St. John. The past few weeks, she had sent emails and letters to find out exactly who could get her a meeting with Mr. St. John and see if he would be willing to take her on as an assistant as a way to get to know the P.I. business while she went to school to find her way in the industry. She knew it would be a long process but she managed to get a year under her belt as an assistant insurance adjuster and that was what got her into the field. <br><br>Having looked up more information, the Bureau of Security and Investigative Services of the California Department of Consumer Affairs required private investigators to be 18 years of age or older, have a combination of education in police science, criminal law, or justice and experience equalling three years (6,000 hours) of investigative experience, pass a criminal history background check by the California Department of Justice and the FBI and receive a qualifying score on a two-hour written examination covering laws and regulations. Now, she knew it was a lot but Mick St. John was someone who could train her and even give three years to in exchange for other things. No, not sex but she knew her way around the underground especially with a few connections to the Irish Mob. Yes, she had a few family members in the mob but knew that was not the life for her. Ending her life too early in that shit was not for her but being able to help to investigate whether a husband was cheating or someone was on the run was a bigger high than chocolate. "Will he be coming or am I going to be here all night?," she questioned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 07:52:55</strong>
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				"You won't do very well in the private investigating business with that sort of attitude, Miss O'Grady." Josef replied with a sly little smile. "As I understand, and I've no reason to believe I've been misled, the second most important trait for any PI is patience." He hopped to his feet, "Of course, for that very reason, I've never been all that interested in Mick's professional life. Well, that and how often people seem to shoot at him." The wealthy businessman clucked his tongue and glanced at his watch. "He is..."<br><br>The office door abruptly opened and the devil himself walked through the door, sport's coat fanning out behind him as Mick quickly apologized. "Sorry I'm late, Josef, traffic was a bear." He walked right over to the conference table, giving Delilah a small nod without actually paying her too much mind, mentally noting she seemed a bit different than Josef's normal type. "So, what's up?"<br><br>"Mick, allow me to introduce you to Delilah O'Grady." Josef put a hand on Mick's shoulder and firmly turned him toward the young woman. "She's going to be your new assistant." As Mick did a quick double take, Josef just laughed and patted him on the shoulder, then pushed him down into a chair. Before the PI could object, Josef pressed on, "Delilah, would you be a dear and tell Mick a bit about yourself and your qualifications?"
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 17:30:20</strong>
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				Dear? No one had called her a dear in, well, not one had ever called her that before Josef. Interesting to say the least but she was no one's 'dear' at all. She doubted she even was a saint but she kept to herself when it came to law enforcement and tried not to cause too much trouble in her wake. Not her problem people took her scrappy persona and thought to ruff her up. "I have patience, I have been waiting a good few weeks to meet with Mick St. John, have I not?," she questioned, narrowing her eyes at Josef. There was something off about this one, somehow felt as if he had a lot more years under his belt than his boyish looks could give away. She doubted he would like to be called a boy when he wore Armani suits and wing-tipped shoes.<br><br>Delilah looked up from her position on the chair towards the door where the one and only Mick St. John made his presence known. Traffic was a bear? Interesting to say the least, having expected this Mick St. John to be hard and tough, maybe even chewing tobacco and cursing like a sailor. Well, she could curse like a sailor too though she rather use her mouth to better uses like defending her topic papers or trying to calm down a woman when she found out her husband was cheating on her with the pool boy. This guy was a lot different than the mental picture she had in her head. That and because there were not pictures or even video footage of this man made her think he enjoyed to go under the radar to have more clients trust his style of investigating.<br><br>When Josef introduced her as his new assistant, she was got herself ready for a fight. Already she could see the shock on Mick St. John's face which if she had a camera for it would be priceless. She had not expected Josef to inform him he had an assistant when she thought she would have to argue herself into the job. Still, she was going to explain herself and make sure the position was not taken away from her. If Mick St. John was the best in the business, she wanted to throw her bag in with his lot. "The name is Delilah, I get the Delilah reference a lot so I won't object if you go into Biblical stuff. I have worked as a insurnace adjuster for a good year now but I want to get into the P.I. business. Sources say you are the best and I want to work for the best," she explained as she watched Josef putting his hands to his mouth as if he was amused to hear her spiel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 17:54:18</strong>
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				"See Mick, she's perfect." Josef passed a copy of the young woman's resume over to Mick, grinning as if he'd just either heard or told the single best joke of his life.<br><br>Mick swallowed and held up his hand toward Delilah. "I'm sorry, could you excuse us for just a moment?" Mick physically grabbed Josef by the shirt and hauled him out of the chair as if he didn't weigh a thing then drug him across the room to speak in low tones. Despite the lowered voices, she could still pick up his opening remark, "Are you out of your mind?"<br><br>Josef slapped Mick's hand off, and began smoothing his ruffled suit, "Are you? I can't believe you just manhandled me."<br><br>"Josef!" Mick caught himself and lowered his voice again, then next bit to soft for her to hear, "You bring a human for me to work with? Does she even know about us?"<br><br>The wealthy vampire just smiled at his upset friend, his lips clearly visible to Delilah if she could read them, "Mick, you've been brooding in your cave for too long. You need someone to distract you, pull you out of this funk. She's bright, clever, determined, and frankly, a bit of a pain in the ass. The two of you should get along swimmingly. She wants you to show her the ropes." He wraggled his eyebrows playfully.<br><br>"This isn't a joke, Josef. I can't just..."<br><br>"You will." Josef interrupted, humor and lightness draining from his face, only to be replaced by a sort of stern strength unthinkable in one whom looked so young. "You'll do this because I'm telling you to. I know she'll need to learn a great deal about your business, and about us. You'll take her, teach her, and work with her. At least then you can be pissed at me for making you do this rather than pissed and moaning about Beth for leaving you."<br><br>Mick's hand curled into a tight, white ball of a fist, and it looked like he was going to strike Josef, then he twisted his chin around and popped his neck. "Fine."<br><br>"Wonderful! This calls for a celebration. I'm going to go, I've got a lingerie model or two waiting for me upstairs. You two crazy kids get to know each other a bit better. Feel free to use the office, just flip off the lights when you leave." Once more the devil may care playboy, Josef turned and walked out, without so much as a 'By your leave.'<br><br>Mick just stood there for a moment, then turned and walked back over to the table, "Sorry, I'm sorry about that. I don't know what Josef's thinking. I'm not really the partnering type."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-04-2009, 18:22:51</strong>
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				Nodding, she let the two girls work out their problems. She patted herself down to locate her pack of cigarette's. The past few months, Delilah had worked to kick her nasty nicotine habit. When she worked for the insurance company, she had picked it up as a way to calm herself down as she listened and read the horrible fraudulent reports and even the clean ones the insurance company refused to pay for. There were was one story which hit her low in the gut and made her realize that the insurance business was a gut-twisting industry which cared more about having to pay out for a dead man than actually assisting the family in properly paying the man's insurance to cover debts and losses. After that particular incident, she put in her two weeks' and signed herself up for criminal classes at the local community college.<br><br>She let the two of them hash out whatever was going on. Delilah knew the pair were talking about her and the way Josef stated that she was to become Mick's assistant. Hell, if she was working on her own for the longest time and someone came out of nowhere stating he or she was her business associate, she would have been righteously angry and question the reason for this intrusion. However as she heard Mick asking if Josef was out of his mind, she could not help but smile. Josef was a lot of things and maybe even crazy for the way he kept his office hours. Who worked at this hour? Usually it was the nightowls who came out at this hour in preparation to hit the clubs or the Hollywood scene. <br><br>Vaguely, Delilah wondered if these two men were former lovers. Just the way the two argued out of the corner of her eye made her feel as if these two were somehow involved romantically together. Looked even as if Mick was upset Josef would do something like this to him. In Hollywood, even the most handsome of actors turned out to be Madonna-loving, rave-dancing, booty short-wearing, leather-adoring gay man who ultimately had to hide that side of him to make it in the movie business. Still, if Mick swung that way it would be better for there would be no uncomfortable nature of male/female cohabition once she started to work side by side with him. However, if he was straight, she knew not to stick her pen in the office ink. <br><br>Leaving the two men to talk it out further, she moved around Josef's desk to take a look at the nightlife of Los Angeles. Amazing view when it was not covered by the huge blinds Josef placed in. Tonight, however, the blinds were pulled back and she could see the nightlife of Hollywood a few blocks from here opening its eyes and preparing itself for the debauchery to take place in that area. Her eyes flickered towards the street below and wondered if anyone was looking back up at her in wonderment of the tall building. "Beautiful," she whispered beneath her breath before she turned back towards the two men.<br><br>Hearing Josef calling for a celebration it meant that she was back in as Mick's assistant. Whatever Josef must have done to prove she was no flake and wanted to be in business, the man deserved a box of muffins. Well, maybe not muffins but low-fat yogurt by the way the man looked waif-thin and almost too thin for his own good. Though maybe the two lingerie models he had upstairs were keeping him from gaining any weight and using his calories on pleasing the lot of females who were interested in a Casanova. Somehow, she felt Josef could even outdo Casanova himself and become the Manwhore of Hollywood if he really wanted to set a record.<br><br>Delilah crossed her arms over her chest, the tell tale squeak of her leather jacket rubbing against itself the only other noise in the place. She wore to the meeting a worn out biker jacket she found in the local Salvation army, long-sleeve henley, dark denim jeans, boots and her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail. Not the best impression to make with an employer but Josef had given her a quick call telling her to meet him at this building in under an hour or forget about working with Mick St. John. Usually, people like Josef who thought the world was their oyster and everyone worked on his time were the type of people she stayed away from but since he obviously knew how to get ahold of Mick and had contacted her the first time when he heard about her need to meet with Mick St. John, she let it slide. Now being able to have alone time with Mick gave her the strength and determination to keep him from regretting this new acquisition.<br><br>"I do not want to take over your business, just learn from it. I want to get into the P.I. business and from what sources have told me, you are the best of the best in Los Angeles; maybe all of California. If I want to be a private investigator, I go with the best not the most cheapest of convenient. I can help out as being an assistant while I learn the ropes of how to be one while working up to learning the courses from the local college," she explained as she glanced back towards the city nightlife. The City of Los Angels, yes, this was her city and she hoped to help one person at a time if she managed to get Mick on her side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 04:38:36</strong>
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				Mick sighed and rubbed his face, silently cursing Josef for putting him in this situation. Still, while he might be known to mope from time to time, Mick was a man of action, and if this was the hand he was dealt, he's play it. He squared his shoulders and gestured for her to have a seat, "Alright, so you'll be taking college courses. That's perfect because I prefer to work at night. Being your own boss means you can set your own hours. If you want to work with me, you'll need to work my hours. Let's say, 10PM to 6AM, Monday through Friday. Sometimes I'll need you to run errands and the like during the day. Work daytime hours, get off earlier that evening. If I need overtime, you'll work it because this life isn't about an orderly 40 hours a week."<br><br>He rubbed his chin, looking her over, "I'm guessing you can handle yourself, but you'll need to take self defense training. I'll set you up with the instructor. With your build, I'm thinking Krav Maga. If you've a preference, just let me know. When working, you're going to be representing me. Save the leather and jeans for stakeouts. In the office, I'll expect office attire. Until I get a feel for what you know and what you can handle, you're going to be doing some receptionist work. That's not intended to be a dig. You'll need to know how to field calls and screen clients in this business, and I can't afford to send you into a situation you can't handle."<br><br>Rising to his feet, Mick stretched and began walking around the room, pacing like a caged tiger. And actually, there was something predatory and graceful in his movements as he walked. He looked back to her, "No guns. I don't like guns. You you honestly feel you'll need a gun to enter into a situation, walk away. I don't want you to carry one while on the clock. Your free time is yours to use as you see fit."<br><br>"Oh!" He snapped his fingers, "Salary. I have absolutely no idea what the going rate is for an assistant in this city. What were you looking to get paid, anyway? And while you're telling me that, impress me. Tell me what you've been able to learn about me already. I want to know how perceptive you are. How much you pay attention and what you can deduce from what you see."
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 05:33:58</strong>
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				Not a problem considering the way she worked even as a insurance adjuster, she had to go undercover to make sure the man who reported being disabled was in fact walking around pinching the stripper's asses at the Lady Go Around strip club. Still, she wondered if customers were opened to seeing Mick St. John at a late hour. Whatever floated their boat to finding out if their husband was a cheater or if their daughter was a true runaway. "What about the weekend or is that touch and go? No problem with overtime as long as it does not cut time into breathing eating and maybe a bit of sleeping." However when he mentioned her having to dress professional, she glanced down at her attire. Delilah looked fine next to Mick who could be Mick Jagger's stand in with the clothes he wore tonight.<br><br>As far as she heard, the going rate for a private investigator ranged differently because one could make their own hours and the rate to be paid for their services. On that note, it reminded her a lot like a hooker who charged however much she wanted to and set her own hours on taking John's between her legs. Funny that her Boss's last name reminded her of anonymous men who paid to have sex. Now where she wanted her mind to be considering she doubt she could go into hooking to pay the bills. Even now, she had doubt she might crap out and have to fight to get this job to pay off her loans and mortgage. Even a one bedroom loft on the East Side of Los Angeles cost about a good grand a month. Sucked but it was the best she could do on her budget and small trust fund. <br><br>"Well, the median annual earnings of salaried private detectives and investigators were $33,750, three years ago. Half of the private eyes made between $24,180 and $47,740. Then the skeezy ones and a few who really suck at their jobs earned less than $19,720. Now, from what I gathered and heard from former clients you are above the ten percent who have earned more than $64,380. I am fine with getting paid the usually base of 30,000 and throw in health insurnce. With you, I peg tiy at maybe $80-100,000 but one can never tell much on the IRS records. Though funny thing, you do not have any tax records that show more than necessary, strange," she pondered, knowing she had let out the fact she had delved into his private records. She knew a guy who dated her second cousin that could get her information off of the web. Sure, he might be a meth addict but give him twenty bucks and he could tell even the last place Mick St. John could have peed on which was a weird to want to know. <br><br>Time to show him that she caught a few things during this interview. "You usually wear all black, either to hide some love handles or to go with the mysterious look of private investigator. There is a silver necklace of a cross I believe, not sure the origin, you even have a few rings on your finger, almost gawdy like and a bit like a portrait of fat Henry when he wanted to bejewel himself. The tweed coat looks old, maybe you bought it made like that to give it a feel. You hate working with people by the way your body language spoke of being paired off with a dame like myself. I bet Josef had to promise you something or even threaten you with past deeds to get you to hire me," she went on, looking him up and down as she narrowed down his age. Delilah went onto explain that he could be into botox by the way he had little to no frown lines at his age of midthirties. She then went on to deduce he had gone into some sort of military career from the way he held himself and the slight thickness of his fingers that looked as if he could easily carry a knife or a AK-47.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 23:20:37</strong>
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				He'd need to ask Josef for help setting up the health insurance... and the salary. He'd never really had an employee before, and there were taxes, withholdings, ... probably other details as well. Damn that smug bastard for putting him in this situation. That said, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. She was clever, ambitious, determined, and did her homework. Actually, now that he thought about it, this was worse, much worse. How was he going to keep her in the dark if she was worth a damn?<br><br>"Alright, $30 grand it is. I'll cut you a check every Friday for the previous week. That'll give me two weeks to try to get the payroll set up with an accountant. You're right, I don't work with people and I've never, ever been a boss. One of the reasons I've chosen this life is not having to answer to people, with the possible exception of old, meddling friends." He rubbed the back of his neck and took a deep breath.<br><br>Looking over at her, he grinned and arched an eyebrow, "Botox? Really?" He laughed a bit at that, but just shook his head, neither denying nor confirming any of her insights. Instead he just crossed his arms and looked down at her with a smile, "I can't say I'm happy with how this has happened, but it's not about you. I promise I'll do my best to be a good teacher and boss. That said, while I'll share my business with you, I'm a very private man. Don't try to peek behind my curtains. You did your homework, and I appreciate that. However, I catch you trying to investigate me anymore, you're gone."<br><br>He walked over and offered his gaudy, ring covered hand, "Welcome to St. John Investigations, Ms. O'Grady. You start Monday."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>09-04-2009, 23:52:51</strong>
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				She was fine with that as long as he was not going to make her work and then never pay her for it. If he was going to do that, she could get another job as a bartender in one of the local nightclubs. She might not know how to make a appletini but give her a rum and a coke, well, make a customer a mean rum and coke drink. Nonetheless, Delilah was going to give him a chance to see he was no money launderer or asked her to go too far in her effort to be his assistant. While other females might not complain to bang the Boss, it would not look good on her record if word got out that she fucked the Boss for a letter of recommendation. Even in Los Angeles, word could spread fast and then everyone would be expecting her to be on hands and knees to acquire a job.<br><br>"Yes, Botox," she commented as she flickered her gaze over his face. He was smooth as a baby's ass and no crow lines in sight. Yep, he had to be juicing on the Botox or he was one lucky son of a bitch never to age as quickly as the people here in Los Angeles. What a person would not do to find the Fountain of Youth in their own million dollar backyard. Hell, she would go for some youth but at her age of twenty-six, she was doing mighty fine in not ending up in prison or six feet under. The better she stayed out of those two places, the greater her chances of surviving until she croaked out at sixty-nine. What? It was her favorite number and best place to be in her life.<br><br>With Mick St. John, she bet he had nothing to worry about with each passing day. The way he dressed, looked almost as if he was going to visit a funeral for every day of the week or maybe even his own funeral. Delilah smiled to hear she had done a good work on finding as much as she could even though it crossed the line into harassment. She wanted to know all she could about Mick but if it came to knowing the whole truth about Mick and a steady job, Delilah went straight for the job. So long as he did not want her carrying drugs in her ass or selling it to little kids, Delilah was fine with leaving his business to his own.<br><br>Delilah did not hesitate in shaking his hand and admired the over the top Henry ring. "Thank you. Mr. St. John and you won't be disappointed," she answered, smiling as she knew Monday was two days away. Enough time to set herself up in her place and start finding appropriate clothes for the job. Clothes made the woman and the need to blend for the job was important. "If you excuse me, I have some P.I. assistant shopping to do," she answered as she removed her hand from his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 00:48:24</strong>
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				"So do I, actually. I need to get you a desk." He still seemed amused about the whole Botox thing. He didn't bother to give her the address or phone number of his office. She either knew or she'd figure it out. He started to head out, holding the door open for her as she passed, then said, "Oh! Umm, 6PM. I'll be there waiting for you on Monday, although I normally don't make it into the office until 7 or 8. You can use those initial hours to sort through the mail, calls, email, contact clients, whatever and be prepared to report to me when I come in. We'll start you at 6-2 Monday through Friday. Should give you plenty of time for sleep, classes, or whatever."<br><br>That settled, he rode the elevator down with her and headed over to his convertible, tossing her a wave before driving off into the night.<br><br>+++++++++++++<br><br>The next few weeks were pretty much what she would expect. The first week was sort of iffy as he was trying to find things for her to do, but they'd settled into a good routine where she'd handle all the correspondence and computer work, including phone records, background searches, reverse phone directories, whatnot. In all fairness, she was much better at that sort of work than he was. Mick St. John was pretty hopeless with anything more complicated than email and Google.<br><br>True to his word, she received her first check the following Friday, with all the proper State and Federal taxes taken out, and somehow he'd managed to get her the same sort of excellent health&nbsp; benefits that Josef gave his employees. He'd put her in contact with a Krav Maga instructor that was willing to work around her school schedule, and was apparently covering the fees himself.<br><br>And above all, he was treating her with respect, telling her about the business and how to speak with and read with people. There were a few weird quirks she picked up on, like how she never saw him eat. He'd installed a little minifridge and a microwave for her, but didn't keep anything in it. He was also uncannily perceptive. She'd mutter a soft curse about some computer glitch, and he'd walk out from his office to see if something was wrong. Still, everything seemed above board, which probably meant whatever he was hiding was really bad.<br><br>It was a Thursday when a tall pale woman clad entirely in black leather, wearing stiletto boots, with her hair pulled back into a severe ponytail walked unannounced into the office just after 11:45 at night. She carried herself like a cross between a fetish model and a hardcase. Her eyebrow arched slightly as she looked at Delilah, crimson lips frowning. "Where's St. John?" Parts of her leather catsuit looked slightly wet underneath the overhead lights, as if something had splashed upon her and hadn't yet dried. There was a dangerous... hollowness in the woman's cool gaze.<br><br>Mick had run out to meet with a client but was due to be back any moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 04:30:23</strong>
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				Delilah never really asked for a desk but give her a filing cabinet and she could easily sit on top of it while she made calls and filed paperwork. All she wanted was a chance to show Mick he was not going to regret hiring her nor even think she was a burden to him. Delilah wanted to know the ropes to be a private investigator and one day even own her own agency. It would be small but it would work as long as she kept her eyes and ears open to learn as much as she could for Mick St. John. What she did have on Mick St. John was small but the information as to where to find him at his place and his cell phone number from Josef helped all the more. The man never gave out his card unless it was needed and even from the people she managed to track down, their cards somehow were thrown out or never to be found. <br><br>"6 PM is no problem at all for me and good to see a set schedule but ready for anything," she answered as she headed into the elevator and pressed the button to take her downstairs. From there, she would head out and slide into her bright red Mini Cooper and drive back to her loft where she would start a list of things to get on. Even in Lose Angeles, this fallen Angel could not rest until she ticked off the items on her list. To learn from the best, Delilah would have a bigger short to even become the best in the industry. <br><br>++++++++++++++++++++++++<br><br><span class="bbc_u">A few weeks later...</span><br><br>Delilah blew a piece of stray hair from her face as she continued to type in the information into the excel sheet opened on her laptop. After the first week of getting used to his system and to ensure him that she was not going to fuck up but helped him with the way he catalogued his records, she poured herself into her job. The outfits for work had been stuffy and too constricting but she managed to make it work for her. Where she would have to worn a regular&nbsp; under the top suit most women would loathe, Delilah fashioned her suit to be more of her own style. Even now, as she pulled her hair back into a slick ponytail, she had a Club Monaco pinstripe suit with pearl necklace (http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/club_monaco_pinstripe_suit.jpg). It gave her a sleek look but was not too over the top or too uptight for her feel. <br><br>At the moment, she was trying to upload and keep track of the last few months of Mick's files. The way he kept his files in different cabinets was old school and fun but after the wrack of papercuts she went through, better to electronically keep a filing system for him. He could still have his cabinets but if perhaps a new client came in wanting his services, she could print out the necessary forms to be filled out along with an already made file name to place on the manilla folder. Yes, Delilah had done a lot of things for Mick but she did it to prove she was not going to be lazy or start complaining about nothing happening to catch her attention. Besides, her college classes managed to keep her busy whenever she had free time to herself and off the clock.<br><br>God, her classes were getting a bit hard but she was managing with connecting with other students and exhanging email and phone numbers. This weekend Delilah had a study group meeting at her place to go over a test on the process a criminal investigator goes through when being made a witness in a trial. She assumed it was an easy set of guidelines but there was a slew of red tape to go through along with forms to sign off on to even have a chance to either help the defense or try to cloud the case against the defendant. At least one thing was great in all of this, a steady paycheck to pay for her clothes and place to live.<br><br>Sliding away from the mahogany desk Mick purchasd just for her (he was a great employer, better than her lost job), Delilah grabbed a bag of grapes and a bottled water from the minifridge. "Delish," she whispered beneath her breath before she popped a few green grapes into her mouth. There were a few times she was grateful for the fridge and microwave right behind her but a curse when it came not to overeating while she worked. Delilah was going to have to shed those extra calories doing Krav Maga with the trainer Mick managed to contact in order to learn a few defense moves. The first time she went at it with the instructor, Delilah swore she dislocated her shoulder but a few intricate shoves and horrible pain had gone away. Now she was able to get around without hobbling from the ache of her overworked muscles but everything was business as usual. <br><br><em>'Where's St. John?</em><br><br>That made Delilah's head glance up from her save of the excel sheet. Wow, whoever this female was, she wondered if she could give Delilah the name of the store she visited to get those amazing clothes. Not something she would be allowed to wear at work but maybe on her offtime when she hit a few of the dive bars in Los Angeles. "Mick is meeting with a client, would you like something to drink or eat while I call Mr. St. John?," she questioned as she stood from her seat and motioned for the woman to settle herself on the chaise and the few chairs for the clients to settle themselves in. As she motioned for the female to sit and relax, Delilah grabbed her cell phone from the table and speed dialed John's own iPhone. Hopefully, he would pick up and get his ass back to the office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 05:35:30</strong>
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				"My dear, something to drink is the very last thing you want to offer me." The muscular woman offered with a wry smile as she had a seat, neatly crossing her legs despite the heavy leather jumpsuit. As Delilah dialed, the pale woman drummed her blood red red talon like fingernails onto the chaise' arm, not seeming so much impatient as biding her time. "Just tell him the cleaner is here, my dear. He'll be here shortly."<br><br>There was something undeniably odd about the way the self proclaimed cleaner was watching her, following every movement with those cold blue eyes, especially considering Delilah's mob connections gave her the background to suspect exactly what this woman meant by 'Cleaner'. She certainly wasn't dressed to clean windows.<br><br>++++++++++++++++++<br><br>"St. John." Mick answered after his phone began ringing. He was in his car with the top down, so she could hear wind whistling in the background. "What's going on, Delilah." His face paled slightly as he listened to what his new assistant had to say. "Tell her I'll be there in 5 minutes, then excuse yourself and go get yourself a coffee at the diner down the block. A coffee and piece of pie. She won't be offended." No asking what the cleaner wanted, no hesitation, just a series if quick, cryptic, and nervous sounding instructions before his hung up on her and slammed his foot on the gas and roaring down the curiously empty LA streets.<br><br>++++++++++++++++++<br><br>"Well, isn't that a shame. He doesn't want you to talk to me. Funny that. I wonder what it is he's hiding from you?" Her sly smile suggested that she knew exactly what he was hiding and found the situation terribly amusing. What was potentially more perplexing is that Delilah hadn't had a chance to tell her anything yet. Had she just read her expression, or somehow heard conversation from across the room?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 06:30:26</strong>
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				Was the woman an alcoholic? Strange to hear her phrase her answer in that manner unless she was someone who was on the wagon and trying desperately to stay on it. Her cousin, Johnny, was a complete drunk who would drink for weeks at a time, go sober with the whole attending Alcoholics Anonymous meetings before something set him off and he went back to the bottle once more. With this female, Delilah doubted she was a drunk but looks could be deceiving especially in Los Angeles where someone could take on the role of a sixteen year old while pushing their thirties in real life. Delilah did have to hand it to the woman for she looked flawless just like Mick, she guessed both went to the same plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills.<br><br>Delilah's thoughts screeched to a halt as she listened to the female mention the fact she worked in the 'cleaning' business. The way the guest dressed, Delilah doubted the female was an actual cleaning lady. Instead, she knew exactly what the female was talking about when it came to the other avenue of 'cleaning' up messes. She thought of what exactly Mick was into but stopped herself when she knew getting into his private business was off limits. Whatever Mick got himself into, as long as he paid her check and did not involve her in illegal acts, Delilah would pretend this female was an ordinary individual with a usual job.<br><br>When Mick picked up, she informed him of the female and the message she wanted to give to him. She listened to his instructions, frowning at his comments but overall knowing when he mentioned her to go down to the diner he meant it. However, the diner which was a block away could easily be overtaken by gun men or a serial rapist might jump out at her if she walked down to the place. What was best was to settle herself downstairs in the lobby with her textbooks and do a bit of midnight studying. Not given a chance to reply back, she looked at her phone before she codelocked her phone. <br><br>"Sorry, he will be here in a bit," she commented, not about to give away the expression of hearing the woman's words. The woman had been on the other side of the room where Delilah had tried not to talk too loud. Strange and intriguing all at the same time. It was interesting to find out more things about Mick but whether or not she would be fired for wanting to know. To hell with it, she wanted to find out. "Why does he not want you to talk to me? Are you two former lovers or does he think I am going to start going third degree on you?," she questioned before she went around to her table to retrieve her bookbag and shut down her laptop for the next few hours.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 07:45:35</strong>
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				"Mick and I lovers? What a delightful thought. I'd love to sink my teeth into that boy. Have you had an opportunity to really see him in action, when he's truly out for blood?" She sighed wistfully at the thought, then returned her piercing gaze to Delilah. "No, I don't think you would have. Not yet." She draped her arm across the chaise's back, getting comfortable. "Sadly, he prefers his lovers to either be considerably softer than I or considerably more insane. Peculiar tastes in women, our Mick." Something about the way she said 'Our' seemed to leave Delilah out of that grouping. <br><br>She tapped her lips with a gloved finger as she mused, "Hmm. Do I know why Mick wouldn't want us to chat? If I had to guess, it's that he's trying to keep you out of our world. The last time he let an outsider in, she couldn't handle the reality of the situation and left, breaking his poor little heart. Perhaps if he doesn't actually let you into his life, he doesn't have to worry about that. Or maybe, he just doesn't trust you to be able to keep his secret. That seems more likely, given Josef had to pressure him into hiring you. You aren't his friend and confidante. You're his punishment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 08:11:53</strong>
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				Truly out for blood? All. Right. Mick could be doing something else on the side to earn the high income she guessed him to be having but this one could take the cake. "No, not that I have had the chance to, I am his assistant, fielding calls and what not until he thinks I am ready to go out into the field with him," she commented as she made sure she had powered down her laptop properly before she slipped it into the laptop case she brought with her to work. It seemed silly to take a book bag and laptop bag but she paid a lot of money for a Toshiba Satellite and she was not about to get it dinked and smacked around with her huge textbooks. She continued to listen to the female as she started to mention Mick's taste of woman which was none of her business. Mick and his women were his own thing and not her own. <br><br>"Out of your world? You mean the high and mighty? Look, I could care less about money and I am not about to bang Mick for it," she answered, shaking her head as she placed the strap of her book bag between her chest. She had to push her pearls to the side but it worked to distract her from the woman's tirade of trying to crack at her self-esteem and confidnce. Delilah had been around enough of these hoity-toity bitches that it was a rare thing to crack her hold on attacking the woman. For one, she had to be a friend of Mick or Josef's, especially the way she talked about Josef pushing Mick to take her on as his assistant. "There are grapes and juice in the minifridge and you can microwave some tacos if you like. If you excuse me, I have to study for classes but have a wonderful day," she answered, throwing on the most sweetest smile onto her face, enough to make a diabetic go into a sugar coma.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 08:47:11</strong>
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				"You are delightfully charming, Delilah. If things don't work out with Mick, I'll ask Josef if I can have you. I think you'd find my dress code a little more entertaining than St. John's. You'd get along with my girls nicely." She lifted her hand to toss Delilah a little wave as the human left.<br><br>++++++++++++++++<br><br>Delilah was down in the lobby with a book in her lap when Mick's convertible screeched to a halt before the building. He killed the engine and leapt out, over the passenger side door. He hit the lobby in a full run, his coat fanning out behind him, and he was fast. It was probably just the late hour and the way her schedule had been beating her up these last few weeks, but he almost moved fast enough to blur before her eyes as he crossed the room and threw open the door to the stairs. The door's slam was almost deafening, but after a moment she could faintly hear his footsteps as he ran up the stairs.<br><br>++++++++++++++++<br><br>Although he'd just sprinted up the stairs, Mick was not out of breath, sweaty, or even breathing hard as he walked into his office. He did, however, take a deep breath to ensure Delilah wasn't still present, then narrowed his eyes at the cleaner. "Vampire's blood. What happened?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 18:09:25</strong>
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				Delightfully charming, sure Delilah was just that and a whole lot more but she was in no need to be hanging around other jail mates tonight. Whoever this female was, Mick would handle her and get her out of the office which would give Delilah the peace of mind and her space back. After getting used to the office for the last few weeks, she called it her 'hole in the wall' where she could type up reports, field calls and even squeeze in a bit of studying. Now she had to go downstairs to ignore the fact this woman was talking about her as if she was a dog or a nice hand me down. Delilah was no one's hand me down.<br><br>++++++++++++++++++++++<br><br>Settled in the lobby with a book in her lap, Delilah went through the procedures in her head, ticking them off one by one on her fingers. Delilah never knew how long having to go through the red tape could be until she thought about it which made her head spin like a yo-yo. A check at her watch showed it was chiming to midnight and wondered how Mick could be out in his vintage car without being hijacked or beaten to death to sell off the parts of his car. As she glanced back up to rub at her eyes, she felt the quick rush of air hit her face. Opening her eyes, she blinked after what she thought she saw was not real. What she thought she saw was a blur of a human and then the sound of the door being slammed closed. Pushing aside her stuff, she ran towards the door leading to the stairs, having to imagine it was the studying which was making her see things. Or no?<br><br>+++++++++++++++++<br><br>The female looked up at Mick with a coy smile on her face. "Well, your keeper was milling about asking me if I wanted to drink. Does she not know what you are? A bit difficult to keep hiding it from a human and especially one who is not contracted out as a fleshie. Though I bet she would make a tasty morsel, wouldn't she, Mick?," she questioned before she laughed at her own comments. The woman would find out sooner or later what Mick was though the female also needed to know to watch what she was saying before it got back to her and needed to clean up something else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>10-04-2009, 20:00:34</strong>
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				"She doesn't know what we are, and I'd just as soon keep it that way, which is easier without people dropping by unannounced when they should be calling first. Of course, my assistant has nothing to do with why you're here." St. John replied, clearly not wanting to discuss Delilah with the cleaner. <br><br>"Mick...Mick. All work and no play... such a dull boy. I admit, I wanted to lay eyes on this new mortal, given that if you're careless, I might need to visit..."<br><br>"Stop. You know I handle my own affairs. Don't you dare come into my place of business and threaten my assistant." Mick hadn't flashed his vampire face yet, but his buttons were being pushed and he didn't like it.<br><br>"I am sorry." She actually sounded somewhat mollified. "You're right, of course. I got carried away. A group of hunters have come to town. I'd say 4-5 individuals. They know what they're doing.&nbsp; I received a text message this evening from one of my normal clients. A messy eater, nothing like yourself. The text gave me the location of a dumpster, and when we went there, the dumpster was trapped. Therese opened it and it exploded with flame. She had no chance. They began firing from the rooftops. Cecily leapt up to face them, not knowing the bullets were silver. My other two girls and I made it away. One was shot twice with the silver, but we were able to dig the bullets out and give her some fresh blood, so she should be well in a few days. In the meantime... I'm scared, Mick. And furious. We've lost at least three vampires tonight. From mortals no less. I've spoken with Josef who is warning everyone and doing a headcount. He told me to warn you in person and to ask you to look into it."<br><br>Mick's anger faded away, replaced with a sort of concern that was foreign to some vampires. "I'm sorry. I had no idea. Of course I'll look for these hunters."<br><br>She rose to her feet and walked over to caress his cheek with a gloved palm. "How could Coraline have turned a mortal who's so empathic? No wonder you feel as though the gift is a curse." She gave the cheek a little slap, then pressed a note into his hand. "The address of the alley and the client's cell&nbsp; phone number. Goodnight, Mick." With that, she turned and left.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 05:04:57</strong>
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				Delilah cursed for the fifth time in the lobby as she tried to get the guidelines in the correct order. It seemed she fucked up one guideline or managed to screw up the order in which each went in order to be let onto the witness stand. Usually, cop and crime shows made it look fucking easy enough to be a witness but there were rules to go along to keep the evidence or memories from being forged or misled. Now, that she could easily agree with because she remembered the many times her relatives paid crooked cops to lie on the witness stand and change their memories on a series of events to keep one of her own family members from a harsh prison sentence. While she could not say it was right it had been the way of their family for many years she could not take someone at face value.<br><br>Was Mick the same way? Did he lie on the witness stand? No, Delilah could say right away he would not lie on the stand or on the bible a person's hand was lain onto to try and save a criminal from prison. She had no clue why she thought it but Mick was not capable of lying to save a murderer's ass or a cheating spouse. If a cheating spouse cheated, Mick would inform the other spouse of the infidelity and if someone was stealing money, Mick would have cops there to arrest the person. Again, she knew not why but it disturbed her there were other faucets to this man which could indicate he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.<br><br>The people Mick associated himself with were people who could easily be part of a criminal industry. It was not new for the justice system to corrupted or even greased up to a powerful entity's. However with Mick it was possible he could be involved in some shady dealings and it was how he made it to the top of being the best private investigator. It made Delilah have a sickening feeling in her stomach to where she jumped out of the lifestyle in Chicago to the frying pain of Mick's own seedy world. Made her rethink not knowing about Mick's personal life. If she could figure out whether or not Mick was dealing in some bad shit, it was enough to make her resign from this job and find another assistant's position with an investigator who was not going to seal her fate and head off to prison. She managed to get out of prison once by not getting involved in family business but if she did get into Mick's own shady dealings, Delilah would not get out of this scot free a second time.<br><br>The chime of the elevator gave her something to focus on. For Delilah to be overthinking this much at twenty minutes to one in the morning was going to keep her awake. First few days of getting used to the 6pm-2am schedule had fucked her REM cycle over but now she was used to being awake when everyone else in Los Angeles was either sleeping or partying. However, being interrupted from the small snack by the presence of the 'cleaner' had made her hungry to dig into something sweet and when she had a sweet tooth, everyone needed to back away from her. "Hope you have yourself a good night, Delilah and here," the voice of the cleaner caught her as she flickered her eyes towards the white card the cleaner handed towards her, "in case you feel like ditching this moralistic job and come work for me." With that the cleaner left and made Delilah even more curious to find out what the fuck was going on. Snatching up her books, she headed back up to see Mick and try to comprehend what happened in the last hour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 19:17:56</strong>
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				When Delilah made it back to the office, the side door to Mick's apartment was standing ajar and she could hear him moving about in the other room. Taking a look through the door, he was standing behind his couch with his shirt off, reaching down into something behind the massive piece of furniture. And no, no love handles there. He must obsessively work out when she wasn't around to keep a physique like that. Whatever he was reaching into must have be some sort of storage chest, because he pulled out a Dragonskin bulletproof vest and slipped it on. He'd ordered it after last year when he'd been shot in the back by a hunter with silver and was nearly killed. Sure, it was odd to see a vampire wear something like that, but Mick was a bit more clever than the average Vamp.<br><br>Looking up as he pulled his shirt back on, he saw her in the doorway. "Delilah... I thought you'd gone home for the night?" He began to walk over to her, "Look, I really don't have time to explain right now, but I've just gotten a new case and it's not safe for..." He froze, midstep, head tilted to the side as if he'd just heard something. Which, of course, he had. The elevator outside dinged and there were four men walking down the hall. He hurried over to his hallway monitor and took a look as the men, armed with submachine guns and shot guns prepared to kick down the door. "They followed her."<br><br>"Down!" Almost faster then her eyes could follow, Mick zipped across the door, wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her like she was nothing. Time slowed down as the office's door was kicked in, armed men bursting through. Mick kicked her massive mahogany desk over and fell behind it, pinning her body to the floor with his own as gunfire filled the room. The microwave exploded it a shower of sparks as bullets thudded dully into the desk's sturdy surface. Nice thing about silver is that it wasn't as dense and heavy as lead, so it had lousy penetration.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 19:48:42</strong>
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				Once she made it back to the office ready to find out if there was something going on that she should know in order to high tail it out of Los Angeles, Delilah entered into the office. The place looked the same as she left it when she went downstairs to leave Mick and the cleaner privacy to talk. She settled her book bag and laptop case behind the mahogany desk, every intent to remove the items from the back. Instead, her eyes caught sight of the door which lead to his apartment slightly opened. What was strange to her was the door was always kept locked from the other side. Mick never wanted her to invade his space and she was fine with that, considering she would have hated anyone else who walked into her apartment without her permission.<br><br>Nevertheless having found out some vague information through the cleaner, Delilah's curiosity was peaked to find out what Mick was doing in his place. Wow. It was the first thing which came to mind as she eyed Mick through the crack in the door. He was shirtless and there was no love handles but instead a nicely toned body. She would have pegged him as having a soft body from having to work these hours and eating to fuel his energy. Wait. Delilah recalled Mick never ate when he was around her. He could be anorexic or hated to eat around other people which was understable but she ate as if no one was there and she would dig into her meals. <br><br>Why was he putting on a vest? Shit, this was not good. Mick did not want her owning a gun but he had a kevlar vest? The bastard was lying about having a gun. Who would have a kevlar vest but not a gun? "You told me to go downstairs, remember? You have a gun, don't you?," she asked at the same time he let her know he had no time to explain to her. What was going on? This was strange for him to be acting this way when before everything felt normal and serene. What the hell had she gotten herself into by becoming his assistant? <br><br>"Followed her?," she questioned before the air was sucked out of her as Mick threw her behind the overturned mahogany desk? Immediately, she placed her hands over her head to protect herself as she went into the fetal position. Fuck, the place was being shot up by enforcers and she got herself caught into this by coming up to investigate Mick's ulterior motives. This was not good. Her ass would be filled with lead because she had to come upstairs and not get in her Cooper to drive back to her apartment. She kept quiet nonetheless as the bullets kept flying and hoped Mick raised her pay if the two survived after this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 02:47:48</strong>
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				Mick listened for the machine guns to click empty, body tensed and ready to move. Surely enough, they did after a few seconds. He rose, grabbing the ruined microwave and hurling it so hard at one of the shotgunners that when it struck him, it lifted him off his feet and slammed him back into the wall. The other shotgun roared, striking Mick in the chest and knocking him back to the floor.<br><br>"Got the fucker!" One of the hunters called triumphantly as Mick writhed in pain on the floor. The vest had absorbed most of the shot, but a few pellets had buried into his shoulder and arm. He hissed in pain, fangs extending and eyes turning a pale, unnatural blue with tiny pupils. The hunter, expecting the vampire to be incapacitated walked up to finish the job, only for Mick to grab him by the throat and hurl him out the office's window.<br><br>"Dammit!" One of the Machine gunners opened up with his reloaded uzi, causing Mick to dive for cover again. "Torch him!"<br><br>Mick heard the distinctive sound of a pin being pulled from a grenade, then a thump against the other side of the desk. He grabbed Delilah again with a quick, "Got to go!" He scooped her into his arms with unnatural strength, grabbing her laptop case as well in a bit of curiously out of place consideration, then ran and leapt out the already shattered window as the room behind them burst into the blinding flame of white phosphorus. <br><br>You know, it really doesn't take as long to plummet to one's death as you might imagine. Just a couple seconds from window to ground. Barely enough time to process what was happening. But then, instead of splatting on the ground like the last gentleman who took that exit did, Mick just landed with a grunt and took off running for his car that was still parked out front. Looking down with his Vamp face in full effect, he asked, "Are you hurt?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 04:53:08</strong>
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				Delilah waited for the weapons to be empty of guns and possibly give her time to grab her book bag and snatch up her pepper spray. It might not do much but it was better than waiting for the men to put in a new clip and come around to finish the damn job. However Mick had other plans as she glanced up to see him grab the ruined microwave to use a weapon against the intruders. Either it was the adrenaline taking over him or somehow he was on steroids to be throwing applicances around as if it weighed nothing at all but Delilah did appreciate when the microwave was thrown it made its mark to slam the murdering bastard into the wall.<br><br>"Mick!," she cried as she saw the other assailant cock the shotgun and managed to shoot Mick in the chest. Delilah was now grateful he had the kevlar vest but she was without one and on the fucking ground. Not a good thing at all. Mick would be useless to her and as she got a good luck at the man who wanted to finish the job, she put the man's face to memory. If she made it out alive or at least in some shape of alive, this man was going to end up in the god damn river. She might not put her hands on him but give a few calls to her cousins in Chicago, have them come over to visit her and pay another 'visit' to this asshole for trying to take out an O'Grady. No one fucked with an O'Grady, even if she was not part of the syndicate.<br><br>Mick did not have to tell her twice as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was shocked he could still go on even with the blood seeping out of his wounds. The adrenaline must still be in his system but she doubted the two could make it out of this room with her being used as fucking barrier. Now with a grenade being popped, she wondered where the two could go but it was soon revealed as he took the two of them out the window. Not a good idea given he sent out one of the bad guys through the damn window. Not a very effective escape route. Nevertheless, she could not fight from his hold as he jumped out along with her bag. How nice of him but it would only weigh them down further to plummet to their deaths.<br><br>You know while it might not be a bad thing for someone to plummet to one's death if he or she wanted to off themselves, Delilah was not in that category. No, siree. Delilah wanted to fucking live and see herself at the good age of sixty-nine. Hell, once she went out the window to the ground with Mick, she had vaguely thought about jumping out of his arms but his adrenaline took that choice out of her hands. Instead, she was left with grabbing onto Mick's shoulder and praying it would be a quick death. It would suck if she was broken and hurting on the ground, slowly and painfully dying on the sidewalk.<br><br>Where she should have felt severe and horrible pain, Delilah felt nothing. No pain, no crushing blow, no flashing of her life before her eyes. Nada. Opening her eyes, she felt the blood drain from her face. No wonder Mick managed to get to her side all the way to save her, not eat a thing around her, have flawless skin, wear dark clothing, throw the hot microwave at the guy and land on his feet without crushing his legs, the guy was a fucking Dracula. With finding out she was thrown into this shit with a dead fucker, Delilah started to scream her head off. "Let me go! You should have died back there! Help! 911! Someone call the cops!," she screamed at the top of her lungs as she worked to get herself out of Mick's arms as she tried to put together how she could not have realized he was a vampire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 05:23:57</strong>
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				Mick's hand snaked over her mouth for a moment as he closed his eyes and shook his head, putting his vampire face back away for a moment. "Would you please be quiet while I get us away from the men with guns and explosives who'll just as happily kill you as they'll kill me? Afterwards, you can scream, run for holy ground, splash me with holy water, or whatever makes you feel better." <br><br>He sat her into the passengers seat of his convertible, vaulted in his own seat and took off, getting away from the building as sirens could be heard in the distance. "Don't jump out of the car. You'll only hurt yourself and I've worked awfully hard not to let you get hurt tonight." With a groan, he shifted his his wounded shoulder and glanced over at her, "Look, I know you're still reeling over the entire 'My boss is a vampire and I nearly just got killed over it' thing, but could I make a bargain with you? I'll find a quiet place to park, you dig the silver out of me before it kills me, and I'll tell you whatever you want to know." After a brief pause, he threw in, "Plus a 5 grand raise and two weeks of paid vacation."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 05:42:17</strong>
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				Delilah had no choice but to bite down on his fingers as he covered her mouth. One thing she hated was people touching her mouth for one reason or another. Nonetheless, she did shut up her complaints as she was moved into his vintage car. "You lied to me, I thought you were another low-life black market schemer but no you are some freaking blood-drinking Anne Rice vampire." She smacked at his shoulder though not towards his hands. Delilah did not want to run the car off of the road but she was angry as an Irish female could be when it came to being murdered by a group of men. These men were after Mick and not her but she was too curious and had to come upstairs. Hell, she could have stayed downstairs while the men went up but it would not be fair to leave Mick to the fate of the men. Wait. What was she thinking? He was a vampire for Christ's sake. A vampire who could have handled himself but he had to lie to her face about it. <br><br>"As if I want to mess up my new suit though already ruined with your blood," she answered, glancing down at her bloodied jacket, even her fake pearls were coated with his blood and what looked to be silver. No wonder in the contract, Mick put a rule for employees not to wear silver. For her, she assumed it was because he was allergic to the stuff but not she knew it could literally kill him. Another thing to put away in case he thought her neck was a nice place to chew on with his fangs. She was ready to let him bleed to death until she heard him mention the raise and the paid vacation. What? Delilah may have come along a vampire, not an usual freak she met in her life (being a member of the O'Grady's of Chicago a lot of things were possible to see) but the raise could help her get far from Los Angeles and this whole crazy mess. "Fine, but you owe me for this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 06:11:12</strong>
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				"Oww! Hey, hey, hey!" Mick winced to the side as she began slapping his shoulder. "Will you stop? I think I liked it better when you were terrified and screaming for the police." He looked over at her, his face a little pale and sweat on his forehead, "And when did I lie to you? You're the assistant for my PI business, and I've been a good boss. At no point did I say 'Oh, Delilah, by the way, I'm definitely not a vampire. And a black marketing low life? You're one to talk, Ms. Delilah O'Grady, of the Chicago O'Gradys.&nbsp; I didn't notice mob ties on your resume, but did I judge? No."<br><br>He pulled his iPhone from a pocket and gave Josef a quick call. "Josef! Get out they foll... Oh... They did? Any of them alive? No, I understand. Look, I'm hurt. Took some silver to the shoulder. I need a... Alright. Thanks, Josef." He hung up and looked over at Delilah. "They tried to get Josef too. He's fine. He upgraded security since the last time he was attacked. Got a safe house set up. We'll go there, you can torture me with some tweezers, and I'll answer questions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-04-2009, 07:07:52</strong>
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				Frowning at Mick for feeling bereft at her striking at him but he deserved it for lying to her. "Sure, you like it better when I knew nothing about you being a bloodsucker," she answered, rolling her eyes at him. Nonetheless, this bloodsucker looked a bit pale for his own good and the silver must be getting to him. Shit, no wonder the bullets had not penetrated the mahogany desk. From what she rememebred silver was easily pliable but not the best to use in bullets. While it might sting to get hit in the side if she was shot with silver for Mick, Delilah bet he was in hell for it. Made her feel a bit better because he had not revealed the fact there were people who were vampires and those who wanted to murder vampires by any means necessary.<br><br>"What? I am not involved with the family's business. It is their business and not my own, Mick unlike you who should have told me you were friends with a cleaner! A cleaner who gets rid of the bodies and makes sure nothing is left behind," she replied, shaking her head. She was not ashamed of her being part of the O'Grady's, she could admit to being related to a few of the infamous O'Grady's in Chicago but she was not in anyway participating in illegal actions of her relatives. No way was she about to head off to prison for anyone's stupidity. Crossing her arms over her chest, she listened as much as she could to Mick's conversation and overheard Josef had been hit as well. Well, she would be damn but she met another vampire without even knowing about it. "Fine, lets get this over with before the cops pull us over for speeding or you pass out," she commented.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>13-04-2009, 17:28:03</strong>
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				"I can't believe you're blaming me for not telling you I'm a vampire. That's not exactly the sort of thing you drop in casual conversation. Delilah, could you find me the Arthur Johanson file... oh, and I'm a vampire. Thanks." Mick pulled onto a road leading into the hill, "I've only had to deal with hunters three times in 80 years because I'm discrete. And it wasn't my fault these found me. They ambushed a vamp downtown who must have had the Cleaner programmed in his phone, which is idiotic. They used the phone to lure the cleaner into a trap, killed two of her assistants, then tracked her. She came to me, because I help investigate and solve problems in the vampire community."<br><br>He turned again, this time pulling into a gated driveway. He reached over with a pained groan, punched a code into the number pad to open the gate, then pulled up to the house, a three story mansion hanging half over the hill propped up by massive stilts. He killed the engine and sat back in the seat, breathing deeply. "Alright," Mick said, almost more to himself than her. He climbed out of the car and walked around to pop the trunk and grab a first aid kit from within. "Always carry a first aid kit in your car. Never know when it'll come in handy."<br><br>He walked up to the door which was equipped with a number plate instead of a normal key lock. He punched in a long code, the door popped open, and he walked into the nicely furnished home, heading right into the kitchen and taking off his shirt and vest. The shirt got dropped in the sink before he sat down at the kitchen table with another groan. The first aid kit thumped onto the table, "There are a pair of forceps in there. The silver shouldn't be too deep. Don't worry about sterilizing the forceps. I don't get infections."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>14-04-2009, 23:39:35</strong>
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				"It would have been nice to know considering the fact that my name originates back to a demoness. Not to say I am a freaking demon but I could have seen where you were coming from," she explained, not believing she was having this conversation with Mick, a vampire of all people. Hell, she would have pegged him for a mobster not a vampire for Christ's sake. It seemed she was going to have to readjust just who she thought could be part of a mob might actually be a vampire especially the way Mick acted sounded lot like her own relatives. Jesus, she would not be surprise if one of her cousins was some sort of werewolf.<br><br>If there were vampires, there had to be werewolves out there, right? "Are there werewolves? If there are, is there a way to know?," she questioned, just trying to get the subject off of the fact she was almost killed because she wanted to know about Mick's past. Now she was off trying to get away from the murdering bastards all the while wondering if this was some horrible dream. A pinch on her arm and a wince of her face gave her the knowledge it was all the more real especially when Mick pulled into a gated driveaway. From the looks of this place it gave her the feeling of a very powerful person who could throw away his money to make people disappear lived in this palace. <br><br>Getting out of the car but not before grabbing her stuff, Delilah walked after Mick. "Why do I feel like a retina and thumb print scan will be needed if someone has to use the bathroom," she asked beneath her breath as she eyed Mick pressing in the series of number and closing the door behind him. Damn, she was going to have to see his naked chest once more but only this time it was covered in blood and shrapnel. Dropping her bag on the kitchen floor, she immediately went to work on getting the silver out of his body. Delilah might have gotten herself involved with something far more bigger than herself but as she focused on being a Nightengale and helping out Mick, she forgot about the fact that Mick was a vampire who could easily snap her neck with one pinkie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 18:32:29</strong>
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				"Yes, there are werewolves. Not many. They can't hide as well as we can, and they avoid urban areas. A lot in Canada and Russia as I understand. Never faced one in a fight. Don't want to. Vampires are strong and fast, but so is a good attack dog. A werewolf would be... intimidating." He grinned a little at the idea, then shrugged his good shoulder at her. "Don't jinx me." It was too late for that though. You foreshadow a werewolf in the season premiere, there would be a werewolf sometime by the finale.<br><br>"You've done this before," Mick gritted between clenched teeth, eyes closed tightly. His features were paler, more angular. No doubt there were fangs and inhuman eyes he was trying to hide from her as he gripped the counter so hard the granite was beginning to splinter in his hand. As she pulled the small bits of silver free from his flesh, his blood bubbled and steamed on the small shot. When she was finally finished, he sagged in the seat, visibly relieved, then took a deep breath.<br><br>"You might want to step back into the living room for a minute before we talk, Delilah." He shook off his vampiric features and grinned weakly at her, "I'm going to need to eat... not you! Don't get that look." He got up and walked over to the kitchen sink, sliding open a hidden panel to reveal a refrigerated compartment stocked with blood fill sacks. "I'm sort of a vegetarian as a general rule."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 15:16:18</strong>
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				Now if there were werewolves and vampires, it opened a slew of more creatures to think about. Sure, she might have thought maybe there were certain things out there like ghosts and poltergeists because of restless spirits not able to let go of what could have happened in their human life. In Chicago, she knew there was a lot of history to look over and she could bet there was ghosts wandering the city in search of absolution. Now she had to think about fairies, leprechauns, vampires, lycans, maybe even banshees to worry over in case any of them wanted a piece of her. She was going to ask Mick specifically what was out there and if there were any repellants which actually worked. <br><br>"Of course I have done this before, I may not actively participate in the O'Grady syndicate but I do know how to pull out bullets and tend to stab wounds," she answered as she aimed to get out every piece of silver from his body. It was hard to get out every one without having to grab onto his shoulder while she yanked out the sharpnel with pliers. Whoever these murdering bastards were, one thing she could admire the men on was the amount of silver placed into the bullets. There was enough amount of silver just from this small wound to make a couple of rings out of and she loved silver jewelry but once again Mick had put the rule on her not to wear silver. <br><br>Throughout this task of taking out silver from his body, Delilah had to try her best not to start running for hills as she was face to face with Mick's other 'face'. His other face being the paleness to his skin, white eyes and sharp fangs in his mouth. "If you even tried to eat me Mick, I would remember to ingest some silver into my blood beforehand," she warned him as well, not trusting him but having to under these dire circumstances. Now she wondered if she made a mistake not staying with the family and going into the business with the group. Nope, she would have hated being locked up in prison once the Feds started to close in. However, she disobeyed his order and watched him open up a secret passage to get to the blood. "Aye, so vamps do not have to drink from human but also their blood bags?," she asked as she walked around the counter to head towards the fridge to grab herself a drink trying to be calm on the outside while on the inside she started to make plans to split town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>19-04-2009, 03:52:27</strong>
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				"The fresher the blood, the better it is for us." He explained as he turned his back to her, ripping open one corner of the blood bag. "I just try not to feed from people if I can help it. A vampire's bite is addictive and I don't want that sort of power over people." Mick tipped up the bag, draining it in long chugs before tossing the empty into the sink.<br><br>The refrigerator wasn't really what a person would call stocked, but it would probably suit for her purposes. There were two bottles of wine, assorted can soft drinks, a few cans of juice, and bottled water. The sort of drinks a real estate agent might stock in a house they wanted to sell.<br><br>Grabbing a second bag from the concealed refrigerator, Mick frowned a bit and asked, "And for god's sake, Delilah, what more do I have to do to show I don't want to hurt you? I accept you as an employee when I /really/ had good reasons not to. I've helped you, tried to be a good boss. Not once have I done anything to hurt you, and the one time you were nearly hurt I did everything I could to make sure you wouldn't be hurt, even when I could have just run and leave you. And now, I'm poisoned with silver, hurting, and drinking cold blood from a bag, all because I don't want to hurt you, even if your blood would speed my healing. So stop trying to convince me how tough you are and what a bad idea it would be for me to feed from you. I know already. In fact..."<br><br>He froze abruptly, then cursed. "Stupid, stupid vampire." He tore open that pack and drained it as well before turning back to her, "They're here. Get upstairs and keep the lights off. They didn't follow the Cleaner. They couldn't have. She'd have noticed. They're using tracking devices. Probably planted a beacon on my car while I was inside." He grabbed the bullet proof vest and put in on her. "Here. Don't get shot. I might need you to pull more silver out of me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-04-2009, 23:29:07</strong>
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				The bottled water was the one to catch her eye as she reached in and snatched it up. A twist of her wrist and she was drinking half of the water in a few chugs. After what went down in the last thirty minutes, being able to refresh her dry mouth and keep herself from falling in shock was on the top of her list tonight. Already her mind was working on ways to get out of town without leaving behind any evidence of her ever being here. The problem was she had enrolled at the local community college with her real name ahd she somehow had a feeling it would come back to bite her in the ass. Yes, it seemed later on in the season she would unknowingly befriend a lycan but that is for another episode.<br><br>"God you and your dramatics," she answered, rolling her eyes to hear him explain himself. He sounded like one of those cheesy vampire characters from the over romanticized books in Barnes and Nobles who were looking for redemption and acceptance of their 'abilities'. Yes, he saved her from death, yes, he had been shot with Silver and yes, he was keeping himself from drinking her blood but she wondered if he repeated his 'woe is me' speech to anyone who found out he was a vampire. "Fine, fine, sorry for thinking you were going to go psycho vampire on me," she answered, waving away the problem but stopping when he did not move as if he was listening for something.<br><br>Shit. That was never a good thing. "What?," she asked, shaking her head of the fury she felt for these men to continue their search to kill not only Mick but her. Nonetheless, it made her that much more determined to live by any means necessary. If it meant having to go with Mick's lead, she would go with it as long as she could before Delilah could escape on her own. The only other place where she could be safe was back in Chicago, easy enough for her to buy a ticket and warn her family of the danger she was leaving behind. The O'Grady's were known to band together in a time of need and though Delilah had not joined up in the family 'business' everyone was there for another. "Damn it, I am getting rid of these shoes," she replied as she removed the easily heard click of her shoes before she headed upstairs barefooted to wait out this break in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>02-05-2009, 07:37:35</strong>
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				The stainless steel blade whistled a short song of bloody promise as it was drawn from the wooden block. Mick's game face was fully engaged, because, truth be told, he was pissed. He'd lost his home tonight, he'd nearly been killed, he'd taken abuse from his lippy assistant who took his curse as some sort of personal insult against him, and he'd been forced to kill. He didn't like to kill, didn't like to embrace the monster within, but by god, if they wanted a monster, they'd get one tonight. He'd had enough. <br><br>Guided by his inhuman senses, he sped through the staged house and flattened himself against the wall beside a picture window. The window shattered inward as two hunters leapt through, submachineguns at the ready. Mick slit the closest one's throat in a smooth, swift slash, nearly taking the man's head off, then snatched the pistol from the body's hip holster as it fell. Although he might not like guns, he could clearly use one as he thumbed the safety off and pumped two shots into the second gunman, one in the temple, one in the throat.<br><br>The smell of fresh arterial spray tore at Mick, trying to distract him, urging him to stop and lap at the blood like a mad beast, to feed while the bodies were still warm. While he was tempted, there was more blood to be spilled tonight. He heard the front door get knocked in, probably with a police style battering ram. He flipped the safety back on and tossed the gun up the stairs. While he wasn't certain she'd take the pistol, she might need the weapon to defend herself if he failed, which was a possibility.<br><br>Mick snatched up an uzi and almost casually gunned down the two hunters pouring through the front door, before turning and dropping the one coming through the back down with a short, controlled burst. He felt nine foot tall and bulletproof. He was an unstoppable vampiric god, dealing death to those who dared challenge him. He was... a small metal ball came bouncing into the room... totally screwed.<br><br>A flash bang grenade will take out the hardest of men, even with earplugs and eye protection. Add inhumanly acute vampiric senses into the mix and you're in a world of pain. Blood leaked from the corners of Mick's eyes and his ears as he rolled about on the ground, his weapons forgotten in the face of unthinkable agony. But his pain was just beginning, because a gray haired gentleman smoking a cigar and wearing a long Texas duster walked into the room and shot Mick full in the chest with a shotgun. The shell had obviously been loaded with silver, based on the way Mick cried out and began writhing on the ground, still blind and deaf.<br><br>"You are a god-damned one vampire army, ain't ya boy? Killed every soldier I brought to town with me. Some damn good men, with families." He spat to the side and brought the shotgun up to his shoulder, sighting down at the helpless vampire's face, "Small price to pay to send a monster to hell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 06:35:36</strong>
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				Delilah rushed upstairs and headed for the first door which had a pair of locks on it managing to slide herself into a guest bedroom. Her eyes flickered all over the place, trying to find the best place to hide herself. If she went for the closet, it would be the first thing the intruders would search through for any witnesses. <em>Come on, Lilah, think</em>. Taking a deep breath, she eyed the balcony and wondered if there were any trees near the balcony to take a hold off to get her down onto the ground. No, she could not be a bitch and leave Mick to the crossfire but then she remembered the man was a bleeding vampire for Jesus, Mary and Joseph's sake. He could handle taking on a group of mercenaries but then again he was injured. She really hated having a conscience, only one in her family to have one when it came to helping other people without getting something in return.<br><br>Bang. Bang. Biting down on her tongue helped to keep Delilah from cursing outloud as she heard the tell tale gunshots coming from downstairs. Shit, those bastards had to be loaded with a lot of guns to keep on coming like roaches. Moving quickly, she headed to find anything in the room worth using as a weapon. The mirror could work if she broke it and the sound of the guns could override the sound of glass breaking but it would be hard to handle a broken mirror shard. Likely, Delilah had to use a torn piece of cloth to keep the broken mirror pieces from cutting into the flesh of her skin. At the sound of a gun being thrown upstairs, she took a quick look to see what it was thrown her way. A gun. <em>Thank you, Mick</em>, she thought as she got onto the floor and slid towards the gun. Her book bag dug into her side but it did not matter as long as she had the gun in her hands. The vest was of good use as she kept hearing shots being fired, palming the gun and keeping herself flat against the hallway wall. <br><br>Her eyes glanced around the hall way even more trying to find anything to use as weapons along with the gun in her right palm. If only she brought along the gun she kept in her book bag but she was stupid enough to leave it in a drawer back at Mick's office without putting it back in her book bag. Glancing down at her book bag, she sighed and knew what she had to do. It was not going to be easy but she had to do it in order to help Mick out. "Ahhh," she cried out as she pressed her hands together though she pressed the side of the gun to her head in order to keep a handle on the damn gun. God, someone used a flash bang greanade something she had seen happen in police raids in Chicago but to know it came from a person who wanted her dead was not her kind of fun. Whoever thought throwing the grenade was the best solution to shut her up, someone was going to lose a very vital part of their anatomy for their foolishness.<br><br>Sticking her head out far enough to see what was going on down below, she held her breath as she saw Mick on the ground and some guy who wanted to be the next "Boss" Hogg shot Mick in the chest with a shotgun. Oh, no he did not do that. Mick was not going to end up dead on her time. He may be a vampire but he at least kept her alive through all of this. Taking another deep breath, Delilah concentrated on her target and cocked the gun. "Woohoo, oh Billy Bob Thornton," she called out as she watched the male take his eyes off of Mick and glanced in the direction of the stair case where she situated herself for the shot. Whether his name was Billy Bob Thornton or Redneck McFeelMySister, Delilah could really care less as she smirked at the man and pulled the trigger. There was a kickback as not only she pulled the trigger but the bastard turned his gun to shoot at her. <br><br>"Son of a...," he called out as he fired his weapon only to stumble a few paces and glanced down to see the bloom of red appear on his shoulder. His shot made contact with the kevlar vest she wore, knocking the breath out of her and wishing she wore thicker layers tonight. That was going to leave a bruise but now was not the time to worry about bruises. Mick needed her help and Delilah might not have shot Billy Bob whatever his real name was in his heart but it was close enough to make him growl out in frustration and take another shot at her. Once more she shot two more times at him, needing to empty the bullets into this wicked man's chest but waiting to see where the two extra shots went. One shot got the bastard in his leg and another managed to scrape along his cheek before it embedded itself into the wall behind him. He was not going to leave her knowing he murdered Mick in front of her. Not on her watch. <br><br>As she kept an eye on anyone else in the place, she started to walk down the stairs sideways, her chest burning still from the impact of pump action shot gun. "Drop the shot gun before I drop your ass, Buddy," she yelled out as she made it to the floor. God, there was the scent of blood in the air it almost made her want to retch but the retching had to come at a later time. Mick was on the ground full of silver and needed her help. The gun held in front of her, she continued to move closer as the wannabe Texas Ranger tried to get back onto his two feet finding the bullet must have snapped a bone in his calf or upper thigh. Nonetheless, he placed the gun towards Mick ready to shoot if necessary. "You are going to have to pump the gun to load the new shell and before you do that your brains will be splattered all over the adjacent wall. As an O'Grady, I promise you that fucker," she threatened as she cocked the gun again and pointed it at his head while at the same time calling out for Mick to let her know he was still kicking. Please let him be alive, she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>13-05-2009, 02:36:32</strong>
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				"Missy, you're makin' one helluva mistake." he dropped the shotgun and held his hands out to the side. "I can tell you aren't one of those leeches and no matter what they've promised you... immortality, power, eternal youth... all they want is your blood. Right now, that's all your boyfriend can think of. You get close enough, he'd rip out your throat and feast on your blood, because he's an animal in pain, and that's all he is."<br><br>"Course... there's another reason you're makin' a mistake. I've got a sniper." He shielded his head and rolled to the side, only for not a damn thing to happen. No gunshot, no girl falling over, nothing.<br><br>"Sorry. You had a sniper. Sorry, I'm late." Josef walked into the house, dusting off his hands and beamed a big smile at Delilah. "Nice work... whatever your name was again. I'm terrible with names, sorry." He stood a few feet away from Mick and looked down with a sigh, "What have I told you about wearing your vest?"<br><br>Mick didn't reply, apparently preferring to writhe in agony.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-05-2009, 00:38:29</strong>
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				Did this hick think she was Mick's girlfriend? This was not about immortality, power, youth or love because right now it was doing what was right. She may have come from dirty family but did not mean her apple had to fall far from the proverbial tree. If this dope thought he was going to be able to get out of here without a few more bullets in his body, he had another thing coming. Just before she had a shot to give him, well, another shot to his body, she saw him shield his head and roll to the side. The man had brought a sniper to murder her and he had every intention of taking out Mick once she was dead. At least Delilah fired off one more shot as she smacked herself into the wall to escape the shot of the bullet.<br><br>However, when no bullet came, she peeked out into the hallway glad to see Josef there. Son of a redneck had a sniper trained to take her out. To make sure the sniper never took a shot before Josef took him out Delilah went about patting herself down. She made sure there were not extra holes where no holes should be on her body. Satisfied she was not bleeding out of anywhere the anger at how the wannabe Texas Ranger moved out of the line of fire set her teeth on edge. "You tried to kill me? Oh, now you are going to wish I was dead," she answered, walking down the stairs ready to take him out. Somehow she was not disturbed by the fact Josef easily dispatched a sniper from wherever he was perched or even looked as if he was amused by this whole scene. <br><br>Delilah should have known Josef was a vampire as well by the mere fact the man was ruthless beyond most businessmen. However, whether or not he was a vampire was not important, what was important was to get Mick out of this place before he died of the silver in his body. Which by the way seemed to be making it hard for him to do much by writhe in agony. She had to hide the wince in her expression as she made her way down the stairs with the gun still ready to fire at the hillbilly. God, she wanted to spread his brains against the wall but it would only take a nosy neighbor around here to alert the cops about the shoot out. In ritzy places where this house was, Delilah had a feeling each of the neighbors had the police on speedial to keep out the riff-raff.<br><br>"We need to get Mick out of here and hopefully before he clonks out on us," she commented as she made her way towards Mick's writhing body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>23-05-2009, 20:20:01</strong>
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				"I've already called an associate who's preparing to receive Mick." Josef raised a hand in warning, "I'd be careful about getting too close to him right now. He's not himself and he'll hurt anyone who comes near. He's in desperate need of blood you see. Even if you wanted to volunteer some of yours, he's not in the mind to stop, and in addition to the loss of a good assistant, I'd have to listen to him mope for decades. And you've no idea how that man can mope."<br><br>"Kill me and got it over with, you vampiric bastard!" The colonel called from the ground. "I ain't got all night."<br><br>"Au contraire, mon ami. You have as long as I need to make certain this never happens again." Despite Josef's light tone and friendly smile, there was something chilling, something monstrous in his eyes. It was crystal clear that Josef was gladly willing to go places Mick couldn't, wouldn't. Mick might be a white knight, but Josef was a pragmatist, and that willingness to do whatever it took would keep him alive long after Mick succumbed to his own chivalry. <br><br>A van pulled up outside and the cleaner walked in, her heels clicking sharply on the ground. "So it worked. They came for St. John."<br><br>Josef cut his eyes sharply toward the woman with a slight frown, then pointed down at the colonel. "Take him, then come back and clean this place. I'll take Mick."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 07:46:21</strong>
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				As soon as she heard those words, she stopped in midstep and instead neared towards the Texan. At least the bastard was not going to try and rip out her throat because of the need to feed on human blood. She rather keep her neck thank you very much and while she helped out Mick right now, giving blood was a street she was not willing to drive on for the moment. Alright, she might give him some blood as long as there was a consensus it was not going to be a regular time thing. Did Josef and Mick contract people to donate blood? Could they turn into bats? How about mesmerize people with their glances or even turn at the image of a crucifix? Well, she could cross off the crucifix considering two of Mick's rings were in the shape of crosses and she found a few artifacts around the office which held a bit of religious bearing. The whole keeping the vampires back with holy water also might not work considering Los Angeles was a fairly Catholic city but only because of the Hispanic population. Almost on every street there was a Guadelupe or a St. Mary's church ready to invite people to listen to the hearings of their faith. How did Mick and Josef handle those things?<br><br>"Thank you for the advice, I do not want to become a chew toy," she answered as she tried not to hit the Texan across the jaw with the butt of the gun. It was highly tempting considering he continued to spout out hatred no matter if he was done for the count. Really, people like him should be pushed out onto a lifesaver and left to defend against the ocean animals. Let a shark have away with him or better yet a group of jellyfish to show him there were other creatures that enjoyed to sting in various places. The man deserved the worst to deal with what he tried to do not only to Mick but to herself as well. She was not trying to get in this world but managed to get herself pulled in because of her need to become a private investigator. Nonetheless, she gave her help and only hoped Mick would pull through for this. Delilah did not just start shooting for him to die on her. Nope, if she had to smack him over and over with the gun, she would just to shout in his face to never die on her again, she would. If she could shoot at someone, certainly it was possible to smack a vampire over and over to wake up.<br><br>"Where am I supposed to go?" She helped to kick a bit of ass tonight even managed to keep her cool with a vampire in the car driving her to a place that got shot up not twenty minutes ago and she wanted to know where she was supposed to head off towards. Great, she should of asked if her help was needed and bowed down low to Josef to give some sort of honor. Right now, the best option was for her to head back to her apartment, grab anything that was within reach once she entered into her place and head back out to her car. All she needed was make a few quick calls to her family in Chicago and be welcomed back into the fold while she layed low from the hunters. This is what she should have done instead of making comments and gestures of wanting to aid the vampires in their quest for world domination. Alright, not world domination but who knew what was going to happen now. <br><br>"It worked? Were you trying to get him killed?" Really, it were times like these she wondered why she did not set her standards low with Los Angeles. Have a vampire for a boss, no problem. Get in a shootout with hunters, fine with that. Nothing should surprise her now unless she found out the Muppets were aliens but she put money it was true. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Corinthi</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 05:26:33</strong>
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				"Delilah. Mick is my dearest friend. I had an inkling he would be followed, yes, but I never intended for him to be harmed. The hunters were far better equipped that I would have expected. Mea culpa." Josef placed a hand over his heart, but really had a hard time looking contrite.<br><br>The Cleaner grabbed the wounded human by the scruff and began dragging his cursing, screaming self toward a parked vehicle. He caught Delilah's eyes, "This'll be your fate one day, sweetheart. One day they'll stuff you into the back of a van. It's not too late. Take what you've learned and fight!" He was picked up off the ground and physically thrown into the back of the rather discreet black van.<br><br>"Silence mortal. We'll hear enough from you shortly." The Cleaner winked over at Delilah before climbing into the van after the bleeding mortal and closing the doors.<br><br>"You aren't going to like this next bit I'm afraid, but I assure you it's for the best." When Delilah looked back to Josef, he was twirling a wooden drumstick through his fingers, "Mick's too dangerous to transport as he is, so we're going to stake him. He'll be fine. It just paralyzes us. Now, you can come with me to see that Mick's tended to, or you can take his car and head home. No one else should bother you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight: Season 2 (Corinthi and Marguerite)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 01:47:18</strong>
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				"Well, if you had an 'inkling' he would be followed, why not come on a day where he might have a better chance to fight off a group of killers?," she asked, shaking her head at the nerve of the female coming around to Mick and leaving him to deal with the mess. Now the man was riddled with silver bullets and she had a bet he was going to be very angry about the damage down to his clothes but most of all to his place. Then again, considering he might be older than her great-grandfather, he might have enough money to buy half of Los Angeles and rent the other half to the mortals. <br><br>Now she watched as the cleaner who made all of this possible dragged off the wounded Texan idiot. Even now, he was trying to curse and scream all the while grabbing her attention. "I am fine how I am, thank you," she called back as she shook her head. Now it was now time for her to get a move on from this place. If The Cleaner could wink at her after she threw the murdering bastard into the back of the black van, best for her not to say too much of her experience to anyone. She rather file this under a bad night and never speak about it again. Hell, she would be glad to pretend she did not know about the fight at Mick's office or a few dead men who fell to their deaths from the building lived and worked in. <br><br>"You know, I would have thought I only had to worry about finding a parking spot in Los Angeles but this takes the damn cake," she whispered as she turned to look at Josef with the stake in his hand. Good God, another thing to add to her list of what made vampires tick. Rubbing the back of her head, she glanced up to Josef and then towards the writhing Mick. Hmm, maybe it was time to pose what were her chances of escaping out of this drama. Best to get it out before she found anymore people coming after her in the apartment. Hell, she could pack and get the hell out of Los Angeles in under an hour, thirty minutes if she had to merely take her cash, cell phone and identification. <br><br>"Do you think I can just leave this whole night of vampirefest and just run for the hills?," she asked. Let us see where she was able to stand with Josef. 
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