Black Gold

Book of Cajun · Rev - 22:20

Black Gold

Diego de la Caridad · Sadistic Charmer

Low and behold the glorious Spaniard that was Diego de la Caridad had a life outside of the sunset. He actually walked and talked and was animated during the day! And boy, oh boy was it a sight to behold. The male preferred the solitude of the ocean. Something about the consistent, cold breeze that caught his attention, and much like the waves it continued to pull him back. Back to the sweet smell of sand, the salty air of the ocean. But most of all, Diego was attracted to the beach simply because at it any moment it could swallow him. Complete and whole. Wouldn't spit him back out until days or weeks later. The sadomasochist particularly liked that aspect of Mother Earth. She could beckon any man to her wildest and most beautiful settings. Convince them that she was the most calmest of all forces. Oh, how men fell into that wonderful trap.

Diego was currently enjoying the steady in and out of the waves. The white froth tickling at his bare feet. He had settled for his usual uniform - which was walking around half naked. A simple pair of bright orange board shorts decorated his frame. For a man who did not have a job he sure did have quite an array of clothing. In the many tugs of the tide there was something not so familiar tickling at his feet. There was a sudden vibration and it was growing stronger and stronger. Forked tongue slipped out to scent the air. Hot, hot heat attacked his senses. The cold-blooded immediately retracted. But never one to miss out seeing destruction and turmoil, the snake in him propelled him to the lava-induced catastrophe. A sound of utter pain reached his ears at around the same time he arrived to the site.

The man was careful. Actually, the beast was careful. Something about snakes not clicking with fire was kind of a turn-off. Diego saw as the many crewmen ran about, trying to douse the flames. But oil flames were the most stubborn of the sort and Diego only offered a faint smirk. He was faraway enough that they wouldn't expect him to help but close enough to have a front row seat. The man actually laughed when one of the crewmen was sliced riiiight on open. Oh this was great! In his excitement, Diego tasted the air once more. The taste of fresh blood was delicious. But.. wait.

His eyebrows knotted together in confusion. Diego tasted the hell out of the air - his forked tongue flicking about wildly in the burning air. He recognized that scent... It belonged to one of his favorite people at the moment. Actually.. There was Venna and her glorious Southern Sass scent then underneath that there was something. Like an aftertaste - the burn after a good shot of whiskey. He recognized it. That scent alone lit a fire underneath his own butt. Diego raced to the center of all action - to the man who tasted like Venna's whiplash. The other crewmen just noticed the Spaniard and were all telling him to go away, to run but he would not have it. Deep within his psychotic mind, Diego knew that scent. Knew Venna had a brother and well, he wasn't that stupid. Rescuing the brother of his current fascination was going to confuse a shitload of people and put him that much closer to Venna.

Diego reached the edge of the platform and looked down - it did not look pretty. But the snake did not hesitate, he jumped down to the meshed flooring and immediately began to lift the debris off of the injured man. He worked at lycan speed and in absolutely no time the man was free. Diego licked his suddenly chapped lips and glanced to the steel pipe. Those completely black eyes could now see that he was unconscious and thus would not struggle. The fire was getting hotter and the snake in him was most certainly not happy! Thus he extracted the steel pipe probably faster than he should have. The flames were coming far too close and that lava was right underneath them. Diego grabbed the unconscious male and threw him to safety. Yes. Threw him. Toward the crewmen where the unconscious male was immediately taken care of. Now for Diego's safety. He readied himself and threw himself in the general direction of where he threw the other man. Diego landed safely.. Well, except for the flames attacking his board shorts. But before he could register that, a crewman was already dousing the flames. The unconscious male on the other hand... His skin was burned, clothing melting onto the fairness of his flesh. Far off in the distance the sound of ambulance could be heard. Diego stood there, wondering if the ambulance would be fast enough.

He glanced to the unconscious man and told the crewmen to give him space. Diego hunched by the burnt man and searched his pockets for a cellphone, he found it and began to go through it. This took him a rather long time considering he had lived in the mountains for most of his life and only being exposed to technology these past two years or so. However! It gave time for the ambulance to get there and begin to load the man into the gerny, Diego finally found the number he wanted. Venna's. She didn't answer so he left a message. It went a little somethin' like this:

``Venna, this is Diego. Your brother is in the hospital.``

A little vague but he decided at that moment to jump in the back, lying - saying he was the man's cousin. Luckily they didn't ask for a name, just trying to keep him alive as they traveled to the hospital and the freshly opened burn unit. Diego was a shadow as they lead the male, now coming to, to the burn unit. And well what a view he had. His neighbor was one very sexy and one very burnt blondie. Hm. Could be why Diego stayed.

-- Edited by Diego de la Caridad at 22:38, 2008-07-13

CajunSass · Nightmares and Dreamscapes

It had been an odd day for the Cajun woman. Ravenna hadn't gone home the night before. Instead, she'd opted to spend the night at John's place. His loft. Of course, if you asked her how they'd actually gotten there, she wouldn't have been able to tell you. It was just one of those things, ya know? Get fucked up at a rave, lose all ability to think coherently and have zero memory of it upon waking up.

Well, no. She remembered the getting fucked up, part. She remembered aiming a decisive right hook at the Japanese bitch's beady little eyes, remembered how glorious it had been to feel fist meeting flesh. She also remembered practically clamoring all over Diego, and .. she thought she remembered feeling his forked tongue against her finger. That last part, though, was a bit hazier than the earlier part. Needless to say, she remembered a good deal. Just, making it to John's, that was what remained a mystery.

When she'd woken up, she'd been confused and disoriented. And thirsty. And God knew she'd nearly broken her face trying to get ahold of the water he'd left at her bedside. The memory of her disorientation was .. perhaps not the most pleasant memory in recent times. And once she'd been steady enough, she'd thanked John and headed out for a walk, to think. The walk had turned into a day out, though she promised herself that she wouldn't seek out any of the places she knew Señor Snake might have been lurking -- instead, opting for a quiet day under a tree. There was a lot to think about, like. Was she going to let the female wolf heal her, or anything.

Time had passed all too quickly. So quickly, that when Venna felt her phone vibrating against jean-clad hip, she'd realized it too late, having dozed off. But she flipped her phone open as soon as it lit up with the message that she had a voicemail.

The voicemail, that was what had her blood running cold. Ice cold. She didn't know how the snake had gotten her brother's phone, or how he knew her brother was in the hospital. But maybe some of that paranoia that John kept pushing on her was finally making sense. Fearing the worst, she scrambled up from her place on the ground.

Fear lit into her the entire way to the hospital -- after she'd lifted someone's parked car. She wasn't a carjacker on a normal basis, but her brother was in the hospital, and hurt family trumped legal channels. No, really. As soon as she reached the hospital, she practically ruined the 'borrowed' car's engine by slamming it into park and racing out of it.

Her heart was pounding as she frantically forced the triage nurse to tell her where her brother was. And even more frantic was the way she ran to the burn unit, adrenaline at full throttle. Her pain was nothing compared to her fear. The fear that Diego had done something. Or that he'd let something happen.

She skidded to a stop when she found her brother's room, warm hazels cold and deadly as she caught sight of the snake. "What did you do?!" came the furious question. It was probably unfair to the snake, but he hadn't exactly launched into an explanation over the phone. Worry marred her pretty face as she darted to her brother's side and looked down at him. They'd had their moments, true, but he was still her brother, and she would still protect him with her life. But she could see the burns .. and maybe that was what knocked some sense into her. Surely Diego didn't want to hurt her enough to light her brother on fire, right? Hazels flickered back towards the snake, ignoring the pretty blonde burn victim. "What happened?" Her voice trembled slightly, despite the steel underneath. She was strong, she would be strong, for her brother.