Author: Ray Venn Hakubi PM
A Dark Heavens fanfiction. "That bastard's mine - he broke into my stables in Ireland, raped two of my women and killed all my horses!" - but what actually happened that day? And what twisted events led up to that fateful attack?Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Tragedy - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,806 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 08-14-08 - Published: 07-30-08 - id: 4436143
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As it turned out, I didn't see Wong again until two weeks later. Sarah had moved into the flat above the offices and was working full-time in the stables, going into town often enough in her evenings that it was obvious she was still seeing him. He hadn't come near the stables since questioning her, and I was starting to suspect why.
Sarah knocked at my office door, and I called her in by name. She came in and sat down on the other side of the desk with a small grin on her face.
"One of these days I'll work out how you do that." She chuckled, and I grinned back.
"Magic. I was a teacher in a past life." I told her, putting my pen down. "What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to join us down the pub tonight. Simon's bringing a couple of his friends along, and I don't know if I feel quite comfortable hanging out with so many people on my own, so to say." She told me, and I raised my eyebrow.
"And you're asking me? I'm flattered, but don't you have some friends your own age who could back you up?" I asked, getting something of a bad feeling.
"They've mostly gone home for the summer, and Grace and Chloe are working tonight – that's the girls from the city." She shrugged, smiling. "That and I know you've been looking for an excuse to meet Simon."
"How did you..? No, never mind." I frowned slightly. I had been asking her about him, after all. "Does he know you're asking me?"
"Actually, he suggested it himself, why don't I bring someone from work along." She told me, setting off alarm bells. If Wong was what I thought he was, he probably knew who ran the stable.
"It's a good job you asked me, then. Kincaid and the others'd just join the lads, and Kate and Ashley are both teetotal." I grinned, hiding the lie expertly. The Tiger's sons would recognise demons instantly and cause a scene, and the women would be completely useless and were probably what Wong was after.
If he was a demon.
"Yeah, I figured you'd be more likely to come." She nodded. "No offense to your boss's wives, but they don't seem like they'd be much fun in the face of male." She said it with such distaste that I wondered what exactly her opinion of them was.
"You don't like them?" I asked, curiously.
"They just seem a bit... I don't know. Eager." She replied, and I chuckled.
"Their man is enough for them, if that's what you're worried about. They say that once you've had with the Tiger, no other man can ever compare." Though mostly, I admitted to myself, that in this case 'they' was Bai Hu himself. His wives never talked about their sex life, at least not with me. "Even though they only see him every six weeks or so." I chuckled, though Sarah looked horrified.
"Every six weeks? No wonder they're so bad-tempered most of the time!"
"Actually, I think that might be my fault..." I admitted. "They were worried that the boss might take a liking to you if he found you working here full-time, so I told them there was no way it was going to be an issue... I think they might have taken it the wrong way."
"They think I'm gay?" She blinked. "That explains it then. Thanks a lot!" She huffed, indignantly, but didn't get up. "I'll have you know I'm a good Catholic girl." Which made me grin. "What?" She asked, taken aback. "Did I say something funny?"
"No, no." I waved it away. "Nothing. So what time were you planning on heading down there?"
"Sixish. I'll give you a lift if you want to come." She held up her keys, and I grinned.
"Oh, now you've definitely got me." I chuckled. "On the condition that I drive us back."
"Naturally. I plan on getting drunk." She told me. "But if you even scratch the paint..."
"Sarah, you drive a tank, if I scratch the paint it means I probably took us off a cliff somewhere." I told her, and her eyes danced with amusement.
"Oh, hush. It's not that big." She rolled her eyes, standing. "Anyway, I'd better get sorted, it's only an hour away." I nodded, absently, looking back at my work.
"I'll be ready. Meet you at the gate." I told her, and she let herself out. Suddenly, the solution to my problem presented itself, and I let out a whoop of triumph.