Christmas 2007: Vic

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Vic's Prison Cell

[Rahne] Rahne snuggled under Vic's arm and rested her head on his shoulder "I dinnae wanna go home" she muttered, stroking down his arm.

[Vic] Vic lent his head against Rahne's, closing his eyes and breathing in her scent. He knew it wouldn't last forever but it still kinda hurt. "I know, pup....I don' wan' ya t' leave either....."

[Rahne] Rahne looked around the room, she was so familiar with it now it seems, the porn magazines, the pinboard and the shadow cast by a half-full bottle of vodka hidden behind the plain chest of drawers.

[Rahne] And in one courner, a small pile of presents, she kissed his arm and closed her eyes "I ... I know tha it's nae a great place ta spen' Christmas bu' ... well ... was it okay? Me an' m' family bein' here."

[Vic] Vic smiled, pulling Rahne closer and stroking her hair lightly. He'd really enjoyed Christmas, although the sting of little or no contact from the school still hurt. Only a few presents....it wasn't that he cared about gifts but....the thought would have been nice.

[Vic] Still.....he wasn't going to let Rahney know how much that hurt. "I loved it, Rahney." He nuzzled her hair. "Y' made it a good one f' me, an'.....I dunno what I c'n do t' thank ya an' y' family for it."

[Rahne] Rahne nuzzled in closer and ran her finger along one of the fangs of his necklace "Ye dinnae hafta do naethin' Vic ... ye part o' tha family now ye know." she smiled and saw him glanceing at the presents and couldn't help the sigh.

[Rahne] She ... she was sure they hadn't ment to forget him ... "L-Lizzie did saw she was gonna be bringin' her presen' herself ..."

[Vic] Vic couldn't stop the tense at the mention of Lizzie's name. No, don't get angry. Rahne didn't need to know just how much the blog about TJ had hurt. "That's nice. She say when she was comin' over?"

[Rahne] Rahne ran her hand up and down Vic's arm in a soothing manner at him tensing "Dinnae ... guess she has stuff ta do wit' her brother an' Warren firs' ..." she trailed off and looked away awkwardly, London was only an hour away from the prison ... surely she could have come over sooner.

[Vic] "Yeah. Gess she did." He didn't mean to sound as deadpan as he did, but damnit, it hurt.

[Vic] Vic sighed through his teeth. "S'pose she get hre when it suits her, same as always, yeah?" He forced a grin. "How's Rem doin'? Heard from him?"

[Rahne] "Aye ..." Rahne forced a smile back up at Victor "Nae ... then 'gain I ain't been on a 'puter since I came down here, an' I dinane thin' he's 'llowed ta use tha phone yet."

[Rahne] "Mus' ... mus' be hard on him aye?" She curled up around Vic and closed here eyes "I wish we coul' be there fer him ... all this time I knew s'methin' was wron' wit' him ... bu' I thought ta m'sel' 'He'll talk when he wan's ta' ... an' he nae'er did ..."

[Rahne] "Though ... mebby it's fer tha best aye? Tha he's 'way fr'm us while he sorts out his stuff."

[Vic] "Yeah....still, wanna help, y' know?" Vic couldn't help the guilty glance to where he knew the vodka was. Thankfully if Rahne had noticed how drunk he was a couple of times she hadn't mentioned anything.

[Vic] "It's kinda hell bein' in here - I get no news." He whined, kissing Rahne on her head.

[Rahne] "We'll be gettin' ye outta her soon though aye," Rahne snuggled in closer, pressing her face against his warm, soft fuzzy skin "I'm sure tha new judge is gonna be lots more fairer aye?" She smiled hopefully and kissed his arm.

[Rahne] She placed her hand at the small of his back and rubed slightly when she saw his shift uncomfortably "Is it still hurtin'?"

[Vic] Vic sighed and purred slightly as Rahne rubbed his back. He didn't mind purring in front of her - she didn't laugh. "Yeah....a bit. Dunno what's up wit' it - I mean, I can't pull muscles or shit so....it jus' aches, y' know?"

[Rahne] Rahne kissed the small of his back and smiled, continuing to massarge it "Mebby it's tha cold? It's a wee bit chilly in here aye? ... Or mebby stress?"

[Vic] Vic shrugged, leaning back into the massage. God he was going to miss Rahney's hands.....and the way she talked and....god, everything about her. After she'd gone, he'd just go back to these four walls.

[Vic] It was more then he could take....so he'd get drunk. Again. Vic twitched and hissed slightly as Rahne brushed over his tail-bone, sending shivers up his spine and a spike of pain.

[Rahne] Rahne pulled her hand back at the twitch "There?"

[Vic] "Yeah....." Vic stretched slightly, feeling his spine unkink. "Actully....m' whole back feels achey. Wouldja....?"

[Rahne] Rahne smiled up and him and stood up, "Sure ... lay down on tha bed then."

[Rahne] Once he did Rahne staddled his hips and began to massage his shoulders "Ifrinn ... ye really tense Vic." She commented.

[Vic] Vic purred, closing his eyes as he felt Rahne knead his skin. "An' y' really good a' this...." He grunted as she found a knot. "Whaddya expect, pup? I ain' had a chance t' unwin' since I got arrested....."

[Rahne] Rahne leant down to kiss the back of Vic's neck, tickling him with her wram breath "I'll bet ... bu' me bein' here help's aye?" She spred her fingers and slid them slowly down his back.

[Vic] Vic's purr turned into a low grolwing hum as he stretched under Rahne's hands, smiling. "Yeah. Yeah, it helps. Gonna miss ya, pup."

[Vic] God, he hadn't felt this good since....since he'd worked out how he felt about Rahne.

[Rahne] Rahne leant her body over Vic's and kissed down his neck and his back "I'm gonna miss ye ta Vic ... bu' now tha I've got money I can come an' see ye more often ..."

[Vic] "So lon'....as y' don'....fall b'hin'...." This really did feel good. If she kept this up, Vic wouldn't be able to lie on his front in a while.....

[Vic] "Mmmm....bu' that'd be nice, pup...."

[Rahne] "I willnae ... imma good girl." She nuzzled into his back and gave his spine a quick lick And maybe with me around you won't need to drink so much.

[Rahne] She smiled as he twitched and let out a soft moan at that "Why dinnae ye turn o'er so I can massarge tha fron'?" She sugested, smiling slyly.

[Vic] "Y' very good." Vic couldn't help the grin as he rolled over, hand tracing down Rahne's face. He really did love her..... "Rahney...."

[Vic] "I...." C'mon, Creed, what's so fuckin' hard!! "Um.....I-I....wish y' didn' hafta leave." Great. Nice fuckin' cop-ou'. Some lady's man I am.

[Rahne] Rahne covered Vic's hand with her own and smiled down at him "I wish I didn't niether ... bu' let's nae talk 'bout tha' aye ... less jus' ... jus' 'joy tha time ..."

[Rahne] And maybe, for a little while ... we can pretend that it's all going to be okay. She lent down and kissed him.

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[Victor] Vic slumped back against the bed, lifting the bottle up to the light. Hmm. A third left. Or is that two thirds empty? Maybe he should slow down a little - it was only just gone twelve in the afternoon.

[Victor] Eh, screw it. He bought the bottle to his mouth and took a couple of mouthfuls, grimacing as he swallowed. Shame he couldn't get anything to mix it with in here. Vodka was nasty.

[Elizabeth] Lizzie scowled at the guard as he gave her a rather pervy look as he stopped outside the cell door. "Sure you wouldn't rather give me a little visit?" he leered, vaguely recognising her from a poster on a bus shelter. "What's so special about this freak?"

[Elizabeth] "He's one of my best friends," Lizzie said dryly and pushed past him, through the now open cell door.

[Victor] Vic looked up quickly, pushing the bottle down the side of the bed. Oh fuck. It was Liz. " 'Ello doll." He grinned slowly, almost succeeding on keeping the slur out of his voice.

[Victor] "NIce t' see y' 'gain." He pushed hair out of his face and used the same hand to wave at the guard, who left them alone with a wink, closing the cell door. "So what th' fu-fuck y' been up t'?"

[Elizabeth] Lizzie almost dropped her bag, her knees feeling wobbly...oh, no, no no no...

[Elizabeth] She sat down on the edge of the bed and attempted a genuine smile. "Oh, nothing special you know, the usual, enjoying being home..."

[Victor] "Yeah, bein' home 'n jolly ol' fuckin' Englan's a blast, innit?" Vic grinned bitterly. Nope, not gonna get angry. It isn't really her fault....just....why didn't she visit before.....

[Victor] "Gotta admit, 'Er Majesty's Prisons really do live up t' th' tr-travel brocure, ya know?" God, and she stank of Warren. So they'd finally managed to actully fuck, eh?

[Elizabeth] "So..." she hung her head. It was going to sound so, so bad. Looking back up at him she cleared her throat. "What's the price for vodka in prison? All I know about the inside is what I saw on Prison Break and to be honest all I was doing then was checking out Wentworth Miller..."

[Victor] Vic swallowed, then scowled. Like he hadn't expected her to notice. "Gess I ain' so good a' pret'n'in' I'm sober eh?" He pulled the unlabelled bottle from between the bed and the wall. "This? Free. Par' of th' payment." He unscrewed it and took a swig. Let her watch.

[Victor] " 'S better'n thittin' on my ass all day, eh?" He grinned, looking at the bottle. "Jus' ge' drun', get little bonuses off th' guar's an' shit. Good way t' live insi'."

[Elizabeth] Feeling incredibly uncomfortable she gave the bottle a long, long look. A little over a year ago now, since she'd been made to give up. Pretty much kept to it.

[Elizabeth] "Payment?" she asked, still staring at the bottle...


[Victor] "Oh yeah." Vic took another swallow. "I help smuggle thith shit it, ya know? Han' it out, some t' inmates, some t' th' poor fuckth that watch us, an' keep a bit t' the side f' me." He lent his head back, holding the bottle out to Liz. Hey, he could be nice. "So how's TJ? Feelin' abandoned?" Or not.

[Elizabeth] "She feels bad," she replied, her hand stretching out almost for the bottle before she snapped back in herself. What was she doing? Really? Was she crazy?

[Elizabeth] "So, idiot question but how have you been getting on? Have you gotten my letters and stuff?"

[Victor] "Letters?" Vic snorted. "Sorry, musta missed 'em in th' millions I wade through ev'ry day, y'know?" She'd sent him letters? He'd had a couple but....

[Victor] " 'M fuckin' fiiiiiine, mate. Jus' fuckin' dandy. I've settled righ' int' my li'l hole f' the nex' twen'y five years." He waved the bottle at the room. "Migh' even ge' myself a file 'n' work at th' bars. Keep the boys en'ertained, ya know?"

[Victor] He downed a few mouthfuls. Yeah. So much for being happy.

[Elizabeth] "Vic, Christ, why are you giving up? You've not had your appeal yet - they'll see what a pile of biased shit it all is. Please, just don't..."

[Elizabeth] She reached over to take hold of one of his hands, holding it with one of hers and stroking gently with the other, moving a little closer after a short while.

[Victor] Vic took another drink. "Yeah righ', Liz. Th' won' give me t' fuckin' appeal. Y' know tha', I know tha'. What else'm I menta do f' twen'y five fuckin' years?"

[Victor] He looked down at their hands - what he could focus on anyway. He really was drunk. Lizzie's hand was tiny compared to his. "I ain' givin' up. There was nothin' t' figh' for."

[Elizabeth] "We'll bust you out. I don't care. I'll make that bastard admit to what he did! You shouldn't be here..."

[Elizabeth] Her shoulders sagging she bit her lip. "You can't carry on like this, you know. You deserve so much more.."

[Victor] "Oh?" Vic leveled his gaze at Liz, smiling lazily. "An' what makes y' thin' I can' bust ou' m'sel', Liz?" He looked down at the bottle. Enough for the moment. "Do I really, mate? I mean, th' jury foun' me guilty, so y' know, mebbe thith mutie freak does deserve t' be behin' bars."

[Victor] Definately enough. He was doing the depressed drunk ramble.

[Victor] " 'M doin' fine."


[Elizabeth] "Oh of course you're fine! Because unlike some people you dont run the risk of dying of a fucked up liver!" Lizzie snapped without meaning to, fixing him with a furious stare. "Bullshit do you deserve this! This self pity won't help you Vic - and yes maybe you could get yourself out!"

[Elizabeth] "But I - I can do it without leaving a mark! I can wipe away every trace of you from here!"

[Victor] "Yeah. But wha's the poin'?" Vic shrugged, stuffing the bottle down the side of the bed. "So I can' die of a fucked-up liver. An' I'm self-pityin'. Liz, I said I'd follow thith through. So let me!" Vic put his palm against his forehead, closing his eyes.

[Victor] " 'Thides....thassa lotta people t' wipe. All these in here....th' judge, ev'ry one in th' courtroom....then there's th' jurors......not t' mention all th' people tha' read th' paper, did the autopsy...."

[Victor] "I'm tryin' t' do somethin' righ' an' I'm fuckin' it up." Vic smiled bitterly. "An' no one wants t' fuckin' know, 'cept Rahney. An' Remy."

[Elizabeth] "Well what do you want me to say to you?" Lizzie sighed, rubbing her forehead with her hand, feeling exasperated slightly. They did care...Everyone did.

[Victor] "Why the fuck have y' lef' me t' rot?" Vic said quietly, dropping his hand and looking at Liz blankly. "Did I do somethin' wrong?"

[Victor] "No. Forget it." Vic shook his head. "Jus' forget it mate. I'm here f' the full time. I'll b-be fucked if I'm thpendin' it sober though. Don' have much goin' f' me e'en if I did ge' th' appeal."

[Victor] "No' wit' th' smugglin' an' figh'in' an' shit." He smiled at Liz again. 'No worries, mate. Since when ain' Victor Creed not looked af'er 'imself, eh?"

[Elizabeth] "Rot? Rot? Why won't you let me in!" Lizzie gasped. "I've tried and tried and you wont let me help! What else do you expect me to do?" she cried out, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

[Elizabeth] She turned her hands into fists and beat them against the bed, trying to get her breathing under control. "Of course I'm fucking worried! You're my friend and you're here and you don't deserve this!"

[Victor] Vic's eyes widened at Lizzie's outburst. He flared at the comment about not letting her in. "Y' gave a very good fuckin' impression of jus' leavin' me ta fuckin' rot, Liz!!" He almost snarled. "No fuckin' calls, no fuckin' messeges......"

[Victor] "Not even any fuckin' comments on that wankin' Myshit!!" He closed his eyes tightly. willing the tears away. Keep hold of the anger. "What the FUCK can anyone do t' help me Liz? I'm on my fuckin' own here - an' I so fuckin' hope Teej don' feel abandoned, my frien', because I FUCKIN' DO!!"

[Victor] Vic put his head in his hands, the treas running from between his fingers. He'd fucked up. again.

[Elizabeth] "I TRIED!" Lizzie sceamed back. "I tried every fucking DAY! They kept laughing at me, refusing to put my calls through - I am sorry but my range doesn't strretch from New York to here!"

[Elizabeth] Tears glistened in her blue eyes as she sat on the floor by his bed, putting her head on his knee. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry I've been a bad friend..."

[Victor] Once the tears started they didn't stop. Vic felt Liz lean her head on his knee. Could he really believe her? Even through the alcohol and the stink of the cell she didn't smell like she was lying....

[Victor] He pulled his hands away but didn't look at Liz. "Y-y' really....?" He hated the way his voice cracked, even though it was still slurry. "E-ev'ry day?"

[Elizabeth] Sniffing, she nodded. "I try all the time but they never let me through...I didn't come before Christmas as I wanted you to spend some time alone with Rahne and I didnt want to butt in on you two," she said quietly, her voice wobbling.

[Victor] Vic slumped back against the wall. Oh god.... "That's my faul'....." He looked down at Liz, and opened his arms. "Min' a hug fr'm a drun' guy?" He managed a slight smile despite the tears. "Stop y' m-makin' damp patches on me....."

[Elizabeth] Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand she returned the smile and climbed up on to his lap and wrapped her arms frimly around him. "I really missed you."

[Victor] "Missed y' too." Vic hugged Liz tightly. "I'm sorry I fucked up again."

[Victor] "Th-th' Myspace an' phone is....prob'ly my faul'...." Vic closed his eyes, burying his nose in Liz's hair. "Still smell like 'nilla...."

[Elizabeth] Rubbing his back comfortingly she sighed slightly. "No...you wouldn't know they were blocking your calls and everything - and I'm semi banned from MySpace. I'm not allowed to do too much or worry too much or train too much or eat and sleep too little. Warren and Remy's orders," she smiled.

[Elizabeth] "Warren is downstairs by the way - he said he'd wait and give us a little space then see if you wanted him to come up later on."

[Elizabeth] "And what else would I smell like?" Lizzie asked with a laugh.

[Victor] Vic raised an eyebrow at that, something similar to his old grinshowing through. "Y' wan' the truth, doll? Warren an' sex. Or Warren's sex, shoul' I say."

[Elizabeth] Turning scarlet, her mouth fell open. "I had a shower! How can you - " she shook her head slowly. "Is it...bad? Do you mind?"

[Victor] Vic shook his head and grinned. "Do I min' smellin' sex, darlin'?" He licked his lips and gave her a once over, still grinning to show he was joking. God, he felt almost like old times. Except ratted.

[Victor] He patted her on the head. "It's fine, doll." He smiled gently. "An' my nose is doin' weird shit - yesterday I couldn' smell a damn thing so....." He shook his head. "Warren lookin' after y', righ'? Not doin' anythin'...."

[Elizabeth] "Of course he's looking after me! You'd think I was made of china, seriously!"

[Elizabeth] "Yeah? Well that's weird - or maybe a hint to lay off the booze, maybe?"

[Victor] "Good." Vic smiled, hugging Liz again. "I ain' promisin' anythin', Liz. Like I thaid - said - twenty-five years is a long time t' be sober...."

[Victor] "But le's not go int' that righ' now. Y' din' come t' hear me bitch."

[Elizabeth] "Just...Please try?" she asked quietly, winding her arms around him a little tighter.

[Elizabeth] "But, yeah, lets just...Well, talk about whatever you want to - anything! I'm all ears!"

[Victor] "Well, why don' y' tell me wha' batfink's like in bed?" Vic raised an eyebrow and grinned, holding Liz on his lap. Warren would flambe him for this....

[Elizabeth] "Oh, now why would you want to know that? Need a few pointers?" she smiled cheekily and leaned up to give him a quick kiss before untangling. "Tell you what - I'll go get him and you can ask him yourself!"

[Victor] "Well, wings are pretty hot...." Vic said just loud enough for Liz to hear. "Y' do tha', Liz." He caught her hand before she left. "Jus'....look, don' tell him how drun' I am, okay?"

[Victor] "An'....I promiseI won' drink in fron' of y' both."

[Elizabeth] Lizzie paused as he caught hold of his hand and turned back to face him. "I won't....But he'll probably notice I'm afraid. But I'd really appreicate it if you didn't...Thanks."

[Elizabeth] "And wings are verrrrrry hot!"