Kin of the Clan
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cybersuzy really hit the muse by saying, "There is one thing I always wondered in the Kin Of The Heart and Kin Of The Soul verse. I've read the short story about Blair manipulating Jim when he goes to visit his family in L.A., and I imagine that this story might be self-sufficient, but still I wonder about Jim and Blair in this universe. Of course, about how Jim would react to the Gang and their interaction with Blair."
I present more of
Kin of the Clan
Jim heard a thump at the top of the stairs, but his chair was turned the wrong way for him to see it. He slumped in his bonds to try and make himself look helpless. Sooner or later these guys had to underestimate him. They had to. The alternative was that Jim was going to die in this basement, and Jim refused to believe that. He would not die because the punk son of some murderer he’d put in prison saw an opportunity. Thank god Blair was in LA and hadn’t come to Chicago with him.
“Oi! He’s down here!” someone with an English accent yelled. Then there were heavy footsteps on the stairs. Maybe Harrison had called in friends. Damn it, Jim couldn’t take much more. His right shoulder was dislocated, at least two ribs were cracked if not broken, and he was dizzy from hunger. If the idiot trio had called for backup, things were going to get more than a little ugly. But Jim could only play the hand he’d been dealt. He kept his eyes closed and slumped against the ropes.
“Hurry up!” Someone else called.
“Keep your knickers on!” The person was standing so close that Jim was startled. It took him a second to realize that his hearing was wonky. He couldn’t hear a heartbeat at all. “He’s in rough shape.”
Jim ruthlessly suppressed a shout of joy as he felt someone cutting the ropes. This was his chance to get free. When the new guy knelt down to cut the ropes off Jim’s ankles, he bided his time until the last strand fell away. Then he brought his knee up as hard as he could under the guy’s jaw. Immediately, Jim leaped to his feet. He expected the attack to take this new enemy down. Instead, the bleach-blond punk stumbled backward a few steps before catching his balance.
“You soddin’ bastard. You hit me.” There was something wrong with the guy’s face—he looked twisted and deformed.
Jim answered with the best backhand he could deliver with his left arm. The disabled shoulder was a real handicap. Clearly it was more of a problem than Jim had anticipated because the punk grabbed his dislocated arm and pressed his fingers right into the joint. Jim screamed and went to his knees.
“Spike?” A much larger man appeared at the top of the stairs.
“He tried to attack me.” The punk—Spike—definitely sounded like he was defending himself. He put a hand on Jim’s neck, and Jim braced for the pain, but nothing could prepare him for the hot knives that seemed to carve into him. With one strong pull and a twist, Spike put Jim’s shoulder back into place. Jim could only pant through the pain.
“Can he walk?”
“He was strong enough to attack me two minutes ago. Bloody idiot.” Spike pulled Jim to his feet and then slammed him back against the wall. Now Jim had a much better view of yellow eyes and a ridged nose and forehead.
“What are you?” Jim didn’t want the answer, but he had never been one to live in ignorance. Spike grinned, and in the process showed off long fangs. Fuck. They couldn’t be real.
“Subtle,” the second man said as he came down the stairs. Jim looked at him. He looked normal enough—good looking in a beefy sort of way. But like Spike, he didn’t have a heartbeat. Jim could hear water dripping and footsteps and his own heart, but these two had no heartbeats.
“I don’t do subtle, Peaches. Besides, you try staying out of gameface when someone kicks you in the face.”
“Maybe you should practice the skill.”
“Sod off.” Spike twitched and suddenly his face was normal. He had stunning blue eyes and he smiled at Jim. “So, this is Blair’s bit of nothing. Seems like he’s a something. You smell that?”
“Yeah,” the new man said. He came up to stand next to Spike, and Jim figured that his shitting trip had just gotten shittier. “I’m Angel, and this is Spike.”
Jim froze. Narrowing his eyes, he looked from one to the other and back. “Angel and Spike? LA Angel and Spike?”
“Seems like our boy told him something,” Spike said.
“Not enough,” Angel answered. He pulled out a cell phone and started dialing. “We came because Blair got a feeling that you were in trouble. We’re the rescue.”
“Speak for yourself,” Spike said, “I’m just feeling put out because he hasn’t been introduced to family properly, and I’m here to fix that.” He smirked at Jim and tightened his fingers around Jim’s neck. It made Jim worry about what a proper welcome might look like.
Angel shoved the phone at him. “Here.”
Jim took it, not sure he had a lot of choices here. For a rescue, this was feeling a lot like another kidnapping. He brought the phone up to his ear. “Yeah?”
“Jim?” Blair sounded panicked on the other end.
“Chief. Are you okay?”
“Me? You’re asking me if I’m okay? You got yourself kidnapped out of a hotel full of police? Are you okay?”
“A little roughed up, but I’m good. If you could tell your friends to let me go, I’ll call the local PD and get them on tracking down the three kidnappers.”
Spike interrupted. “Yeah, don’t bother mate. Those three aren’t alive to bother anyone again.”
Jim’s insides turned to ice. These two had killed, and Spike in particularly seemed rather gleeful over it. That was the mark of a psychopath, and Jim was too weak to fight him. Jim wondered if he could dial 911 on Angel’s phone before either of them could stop him.
Spike leaned close to the phone and spoke loud enough for Blair to hear. “You explain clan to him pet because I would hate to break your Sentinel before we could bring him home.”
Blair’s response was a barely whispered, “Oh shit.”
“Sandburg?” Jim demanded. This was definitely looking like another kidnapping.
“Let me talk to Spike,” Blair said. Jim started to hold the phone out, but Spike shook his head and tightened his grip on Jim’s neck. He was going to leave finger-sized bruises on Jim’s neck at this point.
“Are you two having tea down there?” a woman shouted from the top of the stairs.
“Blair, tell him,” Angel said loudly, nearly shouting at the phone.
Slowly Jim brought the phone back to his own ear. “Sandburg, what’s going on?”
“Oh man. This is why I didn’t want you in LA. Okay, how much have you noticed?”
“Do you mean the part where both of the men holding me captive are dead or undead or something?” Jim asked.
“Vampires,” Blair said. Well shit, that was the one word Jim had been trying so very hard to avoid. “Yeah, and lots of people at the house are sort of human optional—not that everyone is. Sometimes humans even accidentally book rooms at the hotel. We tell them there’s a horror movie convention in town. It works better than you think.”
“Blair,” Jim growled.
“Right. Okay, so I’m part of their clan and if you’re part of my clan then that means that you’re clan to these two. And being clan with vampires is great if you have a friend who got kidnapped in a strange city. They’re good guys to have around when things go wrong, you know?”
“I know I’m pinned against a wall with two men who seem to assume they have a right to force me to go with them instead of calling the police,” Jim said bluntly. If Blair was in a mood to obfuscate, then Jim needed to cut through some of the bullshit.
“Oh, yeah. Okay, so clan function on hierarchy. You have Angel’s phone, so I assume you’ve met him and the person who’s holding you up against the wall is probably a lean blond man, right?”
“Spike,” Jim said.
“Right, you’ve met. Okay, so Angel is the head of the clan, which means he’s like the commanding officer, and he is usually fine with not giving many orders, but when he does, obeying is not really optional. And Spike is like an enforcer. What Angel says, Spike makes happen, and sometimes Spike is a little rough, so maybe you shouldn’t argue.”
Jim clenched his teeth. So he was being kidnapped and Blair’s idea of being helpful was to tell him to cooperate with the vampires. “Sandburg, tell your friends to let me go.”
“And I’m pretty low on the totem pole,” Blair said almost apologetically, “which means I don’t ever try to tell either of them what to do. I’ll talk to Xander. I promise I’ll go talk to Xander as soon as I figure out where he’s gone. Just don’t argue. Have you met the dark haired woman with them?”
“No,” Jim said. He eyed the room for weapons, but he couldn’t see anything and he was weak and he had no idea how strong vampires might be. Vampires. At this point Jim was starting to suspect that he was hallucinating this whole thing. Maybe he’d taken a particularly hard hit to the head in the last round of beatings.
“That’s Faith. She’s more human, so if you need something, talk to her. Angel, can you hear me?” Blair asked. Jim’s gaze shifted over to the larger vampire.
“Yes,” Angel shouted toward the phone much louder than really required.
“He doesn’t understand, Angel. Don’t hurt him if he tries to get away because that’s what his training tells him he should do. I promise I’ll explain it all to him when you guys get home, or I’ll have Graham explain using military words, but don’t hurt him.”
Jim grimaced. Blair could have made this easier for him, given him some way out. Instead the little Benedict Arnold had warned his captors to secure him. “Sandburg,” Jim growled.
“Man, there is no way you can slip away from those two, but you can get hurt if you try. Spike is going to make sure you stay, and sometimes he forgets that humans are breakable.”
“Oi, I do not,” Spike objected before plucking the phone out of Jim’s hand and tossing it to Angel. “When I break humans, I mean to.” He gave Jim a particularly nasty grin. Then he grabbed Jim by one arm and spun him around before pinning him to the wall again. “Peaches, hand me the rope.”
Jim knew he couldn’t fight, not now, but the idea of having his hands tied behind his back when his shoulder had just been dislocated was almost enough to make him do something irrational. The pain would be excruciating. “You don’t have to do this,” Jim said as calmly as he could. His first goal had to be keeping himself undamaged. After that he could figure out a way to escape and then he’d find and kill Blair.
“Yeah, mate, we do,” Spike said. He looped the rope around Jim’s wrist. “Until you figure out that clan means you follow our rules, we’ll just make sure you don’t have a choice.”
Jim braced himself for the pain when his arm was pulled back, but instead Spike looped the rope around Jim’s waist before tying his other hand. With both hands tied down to his sides, Jim couldn’t fight, but the only pain came from the injuries Harrison had left him. Spike turned him around again, and then Angel was there in Jim’s face.
“I have a demon in me.” As if to demonstrate the point, the ridges appeared on Angel’s face and his eyes turned yellow.
“I noticed,” Jim said. He tried to stay calm, but he could feel the panic clawing at him.
“Blair loves you, and we love Blair. But my demon only know possession. Blair is mine. Ours. By threatening to take him, you become a threat to my clan.”
Icy fear went down Jim’s spine. He had no doubt that if he posed any threat to Angel’s clan that Angel would kill him as easily as he’d killed Harrison and his two idiot friends.
“But if you’re mine, then my demon doesn’t rage. It doesn’t mind if two of my clan find comfort in each other. If I were a good man, I’d give you that choice, but I just don’t think I can take the risk of you saying ‘no.’ This will hurt at first.” Angel moved closer, and Jim took a breath as Angel grabbed his ear and forced him to bend his head to the side. While he knew the bite was coming, Jim still couldn’t avoid the rage at having someone feed off him. His knees got weak, and he struggled in fear. None of it mattered. Angel fed for several long, miserable seconds, and then he pulled back. Jim couldn’t take his eyes off Angel’s red lips. They were stained with Jim’s blood.
“Now you’re clan,” Angel said calmly. He looked at Spike. “He’s hungry and damaged. Get him fixed up.”
“I do know how to take care of humans, mate.” Spike actually looked offended. After Angel had gone back upstairs, Spike turned and looked at him. “Welcome to the family.” Then he grabbed Jim’s good arm and started pulling him toward the steps. Jim was definitely killing Blair, just as soon as he figured out what the hell Blair had gotten him into.
cybersuzy really hit the muse by saying, "There is one thing I always wondered in the Kin Of The Heart and Kin Of The Soul verse. I've read the short story about Blair manipulating Jim when he goes to visit his family in L.A., and I imagine that this story might be self-sufficient, but still I wonder about Jim and Blair in this universe. Of course, about how Jim would react to the Gang and their interaction with Blair."I present more of
Kin of the Clan
Jim heard a thump at the top of the stairs, but his chair was turned the wrong way for him to see it. He slumped in his bonds to try and make himself look helpless. Sooner or later these guys had to underestimate him. They had to. The alternative was that Jim was going to die in this basement, and Jim refused to believe that. He would not die because the punk son of some murderer he’d put in prison saw an opportunity. Thank god Blair was in LA and hadn’t come to Chicago with him.
“Oi! He’s down here!” someone with an English accent yelled. Then there were heavy footsteps on the stairs. Maybe Harrison had called in friends. Damn it, Jim couldn’t take much more. His right shoulder was dislocated, at least two ribs were cracked if not broken, and he was dizzy from hunger. If the idiot trio had called for backup, things were going to get more than a little ugly. But Jim could only play the hand he’d been dealt. He kept his eyes closed and slumped against the ropes.
“Hurry up!” Someone else called.
“Keep your knickers on!” The person was standing so close that Jim was startled. It took him a second to realize that his hearing was wonky. He couldn’t hear a heartbeat at all. “He’s in rough shape.”
Jim ruthlessly suppressed a shout of joy as he felt someone cutting the ropes. This was his chance to get free. When the new guy knelt down to cut the ropes off Jim’s ankles, he bided his time until the last strand fell away. Then he brought his knee up as hard as he could under the guy’s jaw. Immediately, Jim leaped to his feet. He expected the attack to take this new enemy down. Instead, the bleach-blond punk stumbled backward a few steps before catching his balance.
“You soddin’ bastard. You hit me.” There was something wrong with the guy’s face—he looked twisted and deformed.
Jim answered with the best backhand he could deliver with his left arm. The disabled shoulder was a real handicap. Clearly it was more of a problem than Jim had anticipated because the punk grabbed his dislocated arm and pressed his fingers right into the joint. Jim screamed and went to his knees.
“Spike?” A much larger man appeared at the top of the stairs.
“He tried to attack me.” The punk—Spike—definitely sounded like he was defending himself. He put a hand on Jim’s neck, and Jim braced for the pain, but nothing could prepare him for the hot knives that seemed to carve into him. With one strong pull and a twist, Spike put Jim’s shoulder back into place. Jim could only pant through the pain.
“Can he walk?”
“He was strong enough to attack me two minutes ago. Bloody idiot.” Spike pulled Jim to his feet and then slammed him back against the wall. Now Jim had a much better view of yellow eyes and a ridged nose and forehead.
“What are you?” Jim didn’t want the answer, but he had never been one to live in ignorance. Spike grinned, and in the process showed off long fangs. Fuck. They couldn’t be real.
“Subtle,” the second man said as he came down the stairs. Jim looked at him. He looked normal enough—good looking in a beefy sort of way. But like Spike, he didn’t have a heartbeat. Jim could hear water dripping and footsteps and his own heart, but these two had no heartbeats.
“I don’t do subtle, Peaches. Besides, you try staying out of gameface when someone kicks you in the face.”
“Maybe you should practice the skill.”
“Sod off.” Spike twitched and suddenly his face was normal. He had stunning blue eyes and he smiled at Jim. “So, this is Blair’s bit of nothing. Seems like he’s a something. You smell that?”
“Yeah,” the new man said. He came up to stand next to Spike, and Jim figured that his shitting trip had just gotten shittier. “I’m Angel, and this is Spike.”
Jim froze. Narrowing his eyes, he looked from one to the other and back. “Angel and Spike? LA Angel and Spike?”
“Seems like our boy told him something,” Spike said.
“Not enough,” Angel answered. He pulled out a cell phone and started dialing. “We came because Blair got a feeling that you were in trouble. We’re the rescue.”
“Speak for yourself,” Spike said, “I’m just feeling put out because he hasn’t been introduced to family properly, and I’m here to fix that.” He smirked at Jim and tightened his fingers around Jim’s neck. It made Jim worry about what a proper welcome might look like.
Angel shoved the phone at him. “Here.”
Jim took it, not sure he had a lot of choices here. For a rescue, this was feeling a lot like another kidnapping. He brought the phone up to his ear. “Yeah?”
“Jim?” Blair sounded panicked on the other end.
“Chief. Are you okay?”
“Me? You’re asking me if I’m okay? You got yourself kidnapped out of a hotel full of police? Are you okay?”
“A little roughed up, but I’m good. If you could tell your friends to let me go, I’ll call the local PD and get them on tracking down the three kidnappers.”
Spike interrupted. “Yeah, don’t bother mate. Those three aren’t alive to bother anyone again.”
Jim’s insides turned to ice. These two had killed, and Spike in particularly seemed rather gleeful over it. That was the mark of a psychopath, and Jim was too weak to fight him. Jim wondered if he could dial 911 on Angel’s phone before either of them could stop him.
Spike leaned close to the phone and spoke loud enough for Blair to hear. “You explain clan to him pet because I would hate to break your Sentinel before we could bring him home.”
Blair’s response was a barely whispered, “Oh shit.”
“Sandburg?” Jim demanded. This was definitely looking like another kidnapping.
“Let me talk to Spike,” Blair said. Jim started to hold the phone out, but Spike shook his head and tightened his grip on Jim’s neck. He was going to leave finger-sized bruises on Jim’s neck at this point.
“Are you two having tea down there?” a woman shouted from the top of the stairs.
“Blair, tell him,” Angel said loudly, nearly shouting at the phone.
Slowly Jim brought the phone back to his own ear. “Sandburg, what’s going on?”
“Oh man. This is why I didn’t want you in LA. Okay, how much have you noticed?”
“Do you mean the part where both of the men holding me captive are dead or undead or something?” Jim asked.
“Vampires,” Blair said. Well shit, that was the one word Jim had been trying so very hard to avoid. “Yeah, and lots of people at the house are sort of human optional—not that everyone is. Sometimes humans even accidentally book rooms at the hotel. We tell them there’s a horror movie convention in town. It works better than you think.”
“Blair,” Jim growled.
“Right. Okay, so I’m part of their clan and if you’re part of my clan then that means that you’re clan to these two. And being clan with vampires is great if you have a friend who got kidnapped in a strange city. They’re good guys to have around when things go wrong, you know?”
“I know I’m pinned against a wall with two men who seem to assume they have a right to force me to go with them instead of calling the police,” Jim said bluntly. If Blair was in a mood to obfuscate, then Jim needed to cut through some of the bullshit.
“Oh, yeah. Okay, so clan function on hierarchy. You have Angel’s phone, so I assume you’ve met him and the person who’s holding you up against the wall is probably a lean blond man, right?”
“Spike,” Jim said.
“Right, you’ve met. Okay, so Angel is the head of the clan, which means he’s like the commanding officer, and he is usually fine with not giving many orders, but when he does, obeying is not really optional. And Spike is like an enforcer. What Angel says, Spike makes happen, and sometimes Spike is a little rough, so maybe you shouldn’t argue.”
Jim clenched his teeth. So he was being kidnapped and Blair’s idea of being helpful was to tell him to cooperate with the vampires. “Sandburg, tell your friends to let me go.”
“And I’m pretty low on the totem pole,” Blair said almost apologetically, “which means I don’t ever try to tell either of them what to do. I’ll talk to Xander. I promise I’ll go talk to Xander as soon as I figure out where he’s gone. Just don’t argue. Have you met the dark haired woman with them?”
“No,” Jim said. He eyed the room for weapons, but he couldn’t see anything and he was weak and he had no idea how strong vampires might be. Vampires. At this point Jim was starting to suspect that he was hallucinating this whole thing. Maybe he’d taken a particularly hard hit to the head in the last round of beatings.
“That’s Faith. She’s more human, so if you need something, talk to her. Angel, can you hear me?” Blair asked. Jim’s gaze shifted over to the larger vampire.
“Yes,” Angel shouted toward the phone much louder than really required.
“He doesn’t understand, Angel. Don’t hurt him if he tries to get away because that’s what his training tells him he should do. I promise I’ll explain it all to him when you guys get home, or I’ll have Graham explain using military words, but don’t hurt him.”
Jim grimaced. Blair could have made this easier for him, given him some way out. Instead the little Benedict Arnold had warned his captors to secure him. “Sandburg,” Jim growled.
“Man, there is no way you can slip away from those two, but you can get hurt if you try. Spike is going to make sure you stay, and sometimes he forgets that humans are breakable.”
“Oi, I do not,” Spike objected before plucking the phone out of Jim’s hand and tossing it to Angel. “When I break humans, I mean to.” He gave Jim a particularly nasty grin. Then he grabbed Jim by one arm and spun him around before pinning him to the wall again. “Peaches, hand me the rope.”
Jim knew he couldn’t fight, not now, but the idea of having his hands tied behind his back when his shoulder had just been dislocated was almost enough to make him do something irrational. The pain would be excruciating. “You don’t have to do this,” Jim said as calmly as he could. His first goal had to be keeping himself undamaged. After that he could figure out a way to escape and then he’d find and kill Blair.
“Yeah, mate, we do,” Spike said. He looped the rope around Jim’s wrist. “Until you figure out that clan means you follow our rules, we’ll just make sure you don’t have a choice.”
Jim braced himself for the pain when his arm was pulled back, but instead Spike looped the rope around Jim’s waist before tying his other hand. With both hands tied down to his sides, Jim couldn’t fight, but the only pain came from the injuries Harrison had left him. Spike turned him around again, and then Angel was there in Jim’s face.
“I have a demon in me.” As if to demonstrate the point, the ridges appeared on Angel’s face and his eyes turned yellow.
“I noticed,” Jim said. He tried to stay calm, but he could feel the panic clawing at him.
“Blair loves you, and we love Blair. But my demon only know possession. Blair is mine. Ours. By threatening to take him, you become a threat to my clan.”
Icy fear went down Jim’s spine. He had no doubt that if he posed any threat to Angel’s clan that Angel would kill him as easily as he’d killed Harrison and his two idiot friends.
“But if you’re mine, then my demon doesn’t rage. It doesn’t mind if two of my clan find comfort in each other. If I were a good man, I’d give you that choice, but I just don’t think I can take the risk of you saying ‘no.’ This will hurt at first.” Angel moved closer, and Jim took a breath as Angel grabbed his ear and forced him to bend his head to the side. While he knew the bite was coming, Jim still couldn’t avoid the rage at having someone feed off him. His knees got weak, and he struggled in fear. None of it mattered. Angel fed for several long, miserable seconds, and then he pulled back. Jim couldn’t take his eyes off Angel’s red lips. They were stained with Jim’s blood.
“Now you’re clan,” Angel said calmly. He looked at Spike. “He’s hungry and damaged. Get him fixed up.”
“I do know how to take care of humans, mate.” Spike actually looked offended. After Angel had gone back upstairs, Spike turned and looked at him. “Welcome to the family.” Then he grabbed Jim’s good arm and started pulling him toward the steps. Jim was definitely killing Blair, just as soon as he figured out what the hell Blair had gotten him into.
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Date: 2014-01-21 02:53 am (UTC)Shakatany
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Date: 2014-01-21 05:25 am (UTC)Shakatany
ETA: just read it for a third time - where is Xander?
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Date: 2014-01-21 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-21 04:42 am (UTC)Oh Blair! Jim is gonna be so pissed!
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Date: 2014-01-21 06:28 am (UTC)my second thoought was YESSSSSS!!!!!
then came coherency and link clicking.
Thank you! I love this 'verse, so glad to see more.
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Date: 2014-01-21 05:16 pm (UTC)Wow!
Date: 2014-01-21 05:47 pm (UTC)Anyway, sooooooo awesome. Thanks for sharing.
Also, I wonder what Faith's reaction to Jim would be? Or rather what Jim's would be? Would he sense her slayer-ness or would she register as a regular human...
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Date: 2014-01-21 09:35 pm (UTC)Ok, I'm upset I had to have a life and had to sleep and go to work before seeing this. I would have skipped everything and just stare at my screen, had I known !
OMG you actually fulfilled my most precious dream ! Like you totally surprised me in the way you handled the prompt (as you usually do !) and well... you actually were interested in my prompt, and Spike and Angel saving princess in distress Jim, and Blair being totally on board with this, saying don't forget to tie him up well for when he arrives, I'm just kinky this way ! It was excellent, it hit all the right places, and... just... aszifg it was brilliant.
I really hope that one day you will have the inspiration to continue it !
Love !
What an introduction!
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Date: 2014-01-22 01:48 am (UTC)Off to figure out how to convert it do my ereader.
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Date: 2014-03-12 04:25 pm (UTC)Actually I'm feeling a bit tempted to reread back from the beginning. Must resist temptation to give self more to do! ;-)
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Date: 2014-01-22 06:33 am (UTC)I can just see how the meeting could go : Blair would think "ok, I've got my good vibes, my silver tongue and my tricks. I can totally make one grouchy detective and vampires get along".
And then Jim would realize how deep Blair is involved in the supernatural, and the gang would discover Blair's little secrets, and then the clan would be "how could you hide this from us ? I thought we were clan !" and Jim would just stare the judgement of doom at him. And then the clan and Jim would commiserate about Blair being what he is. And that was absolutely NOT Blair's plan. Alliance, yes. But not at the cost of being scoffed at !
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Date: 2014-01-22 07:36 pm (UTC)Re: Kin of the Clan
Date: 2014-01-23 06:26 pm (UTC)I wonder how the sentinel in Jim will react to Angel? Sentinel's are solitary fighters; they don't have 'families' with other sentinels in them, so I can see Jim having trouble accepting Angel's dominance - he's not used to that. However, Jim probably has some demon in him, and most demon's do understand the hierarchy. It would be kind of cool if Jim felt the urge to submit to Angel, but didn't understand where that was coming from.
LOL. My mind is running on overdrive. I missed this universe more than I realized, obviously.
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Date: 2014-03-12 04:23 pm (UTC)Poor Jim, though. Not the easiest introduction to the clan.
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