Gabriel moved through the city with the ease of a great cat stalking throughout the jungle, knowing when and where exactly to place his feet with the least amount of sound. He moved with his own sort of grace, his hips swaying seductively from side to side, his legs making long strides of confidence. He moved with his hands at his sides, his shoulders squared and his back straight. He moved like a model or a stripper.

Gabriel could not pass for much more then twenty years of age, even if he tried. He stood at six feet in his height and his body was, as required in his line of profession, beautiful enough to become a showpiece. He dressed in pants that hugged his hips, tattered and torn, the blue jeans possibly showed more flesh then they contained material. They hung low without a belt, exposing a good amount of softly tanned skin and a trail of dark, thin hair below his belly button. On stage he’d not worn a shirt but on the street as he was now, he wore what would have looked in place on a beach and not on the street. It was a tight shirt, hugging his long, thin arms in the black sleeves and exposing everything from the waistband of his pants to an inch above his pierced belly button. The ring was silver, as it is the only thing that will hold open a hole in a lycanthropes body. His face is as beautiful as his body, his hair cut close all around and left longer and artfully shaggy at the top. His right ear maintained seven studs and his left six little rings.

He moved without a true purpose, walked because he could not drive, strutted because it was in his nature. His eyes are gray, not blue and not green. His pupils notably different. Vertical, cat eyes.

Gabriel had that distinct sensation, a cold chill of ice running down his spine, that usually meant someone was most defiantly watching you. There, accompanying the sensation was a cold wave that washed through your blood as surely as your heart beat. This one most often gave you the eerie feeling that you are not only being watched, but you are also being followed. Or it could also mean that you have just walked through a ghost, which Gabriel is nearly certain he has not done.

Gabriel glanced over his shoulder by turning his head only slightly, making a clean line of one side of his neck, a clean corner of his jaw at the other side. His earrings caught a street lamp and glinted at the side of his face and his narrow cat-like eyes caught sight of a man who had surely not been there moments before. A smile touched his lips, youthful and innocent despite the years spent as a stripper. He returned his eyes to the path in front of him and continued his advancement along the street.

Perhapes he was being watched, and a cat like instinct told him not to ignore the feeling, but it did not mean he must address it either. Perhappes he was being followed, and cat-like curiosity made him wonder exactly who was following him and exactly why. But he could hear his masters voice echoing even now. Curiosity killed the cat, me pomme de sang. Do not give in to every curious notion that befalls you, my Panther.

So maybe he was watching him, so maybe he was following him. But could Alice be blamed? That kitty was gorgeous and Alice being Alice, anyone who physically attracted him would end up being followed some time or another.

He simply decided to follow this boy now.

Alice had raised his eyes ever so slightly when the other looked back, but he had looked back down before the other, as if he wasn't interested. He was a very good actor when the time called for it. To most he would appear to be a young man walking down the street, maybe going somewhere or coming from somewhere who was simply spending his time reading and looking up every now and then.

Of course we all know that isn't the case, but the cat doesn't know, right?

Alice's longer legs were helping him quickly catch up to the other, without drawing much attention to him. The stilleto heels were rather quiet, maybe becuase his steps while light, were firm and that helped quiet them.

Alice was eyeing the other's rear before he caught himself and pulled his attention back to the present. It was time to gather a plan. For what? Hell if the authoress knows, but it sounds good to Alice.

The cold crept down his spine and he became certian that he was indeed being watched and followed, not simply walking through a ghost. Both were notions he would not dismiss easily, but had it been a ghost he would have spent a half an hour apologizing and begging forgiveness of what any normal person would preceive as thin air.

Gabriel sped his pace up just a little, which, in turn, caused his hips to sway more, his body to strut. And while this brought more eyes on him, a sneer or a smirk, or even a few admiring glances, the chill never left, and neither did the man behind him seem to fall behind or take a different pather. In fact, it seemed as though the other were catching up to him quickly.

Curiosity killed the Cat, Gabriel, and I most certinly would like to keep you alive and well for a good long time. The french accent almost rang in his ears, but, a cat is a cat. No matter what good advice he is given.

Gabriel spun around suddenly and stood, his hip cocked, knee bent, both hands on his thin hips. He looked almost like a disgruntled teenager.

"Why are you following me?" He asked this of no one in particular really. In hopes that someone will reply.

Alice's strides had been continually growing longer and longer, his speed raising, especially when the other sped up. While the boy was quick, at six foot eight inches with longer legs, Alice was quicker. He was built for speed after all.

Alice took his time looking inbetween his book and the other's ass. Yes, unashamedly looking pointedly at the other's ass. His lips were one of the ones that were pulled into a smirk, an admiring one. If you can get away with calling a lecherous smirk 'admiring'.

Right as Alice had looked back to his book, feeling slightly bored the other positioned himself and spun around. Which was rather unexpected considering Alice was very close to the other and didn't register it quite in time. So the next thing Alice knew, he was nearly plastered to the boy, nearly, but more space was quickly given as Alice took a step back.

He raised an elegant eyebrow and looked down at the other, sweeping some hair out of his face and repositioning his glasses. He took his time unabashedly looking over the details of the other. After a moment he looked back into the other's lovely face and then into his eyes.

"Perhaps because I may live in the area which you are most likely heading? Perhaps it is becuase I'm a serial killer and decided you will be my next victim? Or maybe I just find you extremely attractive and just decided to follow you for a ways until I'm bored? There are many other choices I can give you, and really, what is the point if only one is the correct answer."

Why'd he say that? No, not messing with the other's pretty little head, the answer is simple. He finds it amusing to say things like that. Why? Don't ask the authoress, ask Alice yourself.

Gabriel was pleased with himself that someone indeed did answer him. He would have felt rather silly if he had turned and shouted as he had to have no one answer his call at all. And so, the young man stood, his hands pressed over his hips, his head tipped back just slightly to accomidate this man's height, the sheer height of him, and then the heels.

He listened with a pleasently blank look over his face, his cat-like eyes scaning over the others face with a mild curiosity and show of interest. And when the other was threw with his many possibilities, Gabriel nodded slowly, his sooty black hair falling over his forehead.

"Oh." It is all he replied. "I don't know what the point is if only one of the choices could be correct. I'm really not a very smart creature so please, would you tell me which it is?" There was no remorse at the necessity to admit that he was less then smart.

Such innocance in one so worldly. Gabriel has been through many things that a human could not suffer, and yet, he remained a peacful, innocent, and curious creature. Angsty was not a word often used in the same conversation as this Kitten's name.

Let us hope that he never will be angsty.

Alice was mildy surprised, usually a smart remark was returned that annoyed him, but not this time. A simple rather ploite answer saying that he wasn't the smartest thing was replied. That left Alice dumbstruck for a moment, but shock quickly resided and Alice's expression had changed from snobbish to blank.

"Is that so?" While he had no expression on his face, his bass voice was caked with amusement. Yes amusement, he found the adorable little cat in front of him quite amusing. Alice's eyes strayed from the pretty face to the hair atop his head. The authoress should remind anyone that has forgotten, that Alice has a hair fetish and while he is wondering how soft the hair is, he is also mourning the fact that the other hasn't any long hair. How would he look with long hair?

Alice prefers long hair over short hair, so that can be good or bad for Gab. If there is something he doesn't like, or what he likes isn't there, Alice can 'emotionally detach' himself easier from his victim. Now, maybe he should get to answering the question.

"None, actually. None of those choices are the correct answer." Yes, he switched, at first it had been the last one but since he is slowly detaching himself from the kitty, he's changed moods. Like a pregnant woman at an ice cream shop. He lowered his head even more to Gab's.

"Might you have a problem with that?"

Gabriel watched the man's face, his expressions turn black. Had he been standing here as a panther rather then a human, his ears might have flattened to his head with the cunfusion that he felt. When Asher, his master, went blank like this it was frightening. Gabriel usually ran and hide when his master grew cold and quiet. Did this mean that if this man's face grew blank that he should run and hide?

Gabriel settled for cocking his head to the side in the mild confussion, making his pretty, youthful face the best immitation of human confusion as he possibly could. Because he was born cat, Gabriel spends the best ammount of his time as a panther. Human guestures do not come easy to him.

Gabriel really likes his hair, it rather reminds him a bit of a mushroom, though much more messy and spikey. The sooty black color is pale to what his fur is, course to the velvet feel of his fur. He blinked his cat-like eyes once, turned his head straight.

None, actually. None of those choices are the correct answer.

"Oh." He replied once more. Then he shook his head as if to say 'no. No problem with that.' So innocent, this little cat was. It is no wonder Asher often assigns someone to accompany him at all times.

Makes you wonder why there was no one to accompany him this time. Alice didn't know and didn't really care, he was too busy wondering what he should do with this boy. How does he get him into a more secluded area? Alice's blank face was nothing to be worried about, it was when he gave that feral smirk of his you should slip off somewhere very quickly.

Alice closed his book, the page save and slipped it into the back pocket of his pants. He was intently studying the other, mainly the face. He didn't really seem all that smart to him, another bad thing on his part, Alice preferred someone intelligent. The boy wasn't saying all that much either, and Alice was someone who really liked to have a small conversation with someone. Especially if the someone was a possible victim, to find out some things, you know?

"Oh? Yes. Would you like to know what the actual answer is?"

Alice swooped down and wrapped his arm around the other's shoulder, cocking his head as if to say 'Hm? Would you?' Let's see, Gab should really just kick Alice and start running. Alice would chase after him, but at least Gab would be trying to get away.

Gabriel is not nearly as stupid as he claims he is. He is simply nieve. In truth, he is quite an intellegent creature. Simply utterly submissive and entirly passive. As for the fact that our young Gabriel is out without some form of chaperon or baby sitter, he happened to have slipped out of the strip club alone. It is not hard for someone so quiet to go unnoticed.

Gabriel didn't stiffen nor run when the arm was dropped around his shoulder. In fact, it seemed he was more comfortable in such position then he had been as he'd thought he'd been getting followed or as he had been simply standing and speaking with this man.

He shook his head, closing his cat eyes, then reopening them as his head came to a stop. "No thank you. I think I know the answer." Smart kitty.

Sneaky little thing, isn't he? And really adorable too, Alice is so horrid to pick on the poor dear but he'll do as he wishes. As long as someone powerful enough doesn't stop him, he should be locked away for a long time...in a mirror sounds good. Alice smiled slowly, his mouth stretching out completely, that natural feral look was most noticeable. So the kitty thought he knew why? Let's pick at his brain then.

"Please, satisfy my curiousity and tell me what you think the answer is."

Polite and frank. Alice can be polite, it would be stupid not to. They were also walking now, whether it had been Alice or Gabriel who started to walk, Alice didn't know nor did he care. He just wanted to get things over with.

Gabriel's cat-like eyes turned up once more to look at this man who had his arm wraped around him. The warmth of the other's body was inticing, yet Gabriel knew that his master, nor many others, would approve of his wants. Often, it is the very thing that led Gabriel to trouble, the very thing that made him need someone bigger near him, someone of his own kind, to tell him that he would not need what he wanted.

"I think," the kitten replied slowly and after a moments pondering his words carfully, "that you would have me if I did or didn't let you. I think that you were following me with intentions of taking me."

They were walking, and once more, Gabriel should have been removed from the then crowd and placed on a lighted stage.

OOC: Forgive my delay in replying please.

Alice rubbed his chin slowly. Wow the kitty covered it well. His expression remained pretty much the same and he lifted up both hands and clapped them slowly, nodding.

"Very good, very good. Mind you it is a hobby of mine and while I try not to do it frequently, sometimes I just can't resist."

Yea right. He committed such acts whenever he felt it. Though he usually had a bag or something that carried whatever he may need. He hadn't expected running into a little cutie today. It brings up the question, aren't Angels supposed to be pure? Not this thing obviously. Blame the mom. Anyways, Alice is not so tacky to drag him into an alley and force himself upon the kitty. He needs a place to go...not his apartment.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead slightly, maybe he'd just leave him in the park. It's prettier there. He looked down at Gabriel. Now...he just needed to get him there. Smirk.

OOC: No problem! ^^ And like...blebbity bloobah...how is Alice going to get Gab to the park?

OOC: Do you forget, Kaylee, that Gabriel is of the most agreeable minds, he is of the most gulable, and he is so very willing to do anything. All that Alice would need to do would be to lead Gabriel there. Gabriel is so very agreeable that rough sex has no limit to him, even if he feels he might die. This is why Asher does not let him roam alone.

BIC: Gabriel found himself smiling at the praise, though this was nothing that should be smiled over. And then perhaps Alice can feel the slight rumbling through out Gabriel’s torso. Should he put his ear near, he may hear the long, mellow purr of a wild cat. It is not much like that of a house cat but much more like a quiet rolling thunder.

“And,” he said after a moment, “I suppose that if I screamed now then you would not be pleased?” And then a look passed over his features, one that very much would remind a person of a kitten when it’s ears have gone back and it’s eyes have grown large, when it knows that it is in trouble. “Will you like it very much if I scream?” Because if he likes screaming, that means he likes causing pain to make the screaming. The purring abruptly ceased.

(( Neh! Have you forgotten Will dear, that Kaylee happens to have the most horrible memory in the history of Once? >< But, thanks for telling me >;3 Tee hee, I luff Gab. Sho cute. ))

Aww darn, and the purring had been so cute.

Alice's arm was once again on the other's shoulder and if the other didn't really notice, he was leading him towards the park. It was only a few minutes away from here. The angel's expression was one that someone would have when they were thinking, and that is exactly what Alice was doing. He shrugged. He had had an answer for the other. By the way, he found the expression on Gab's face adorable.

"Well, sometimes it can be obnoxious, sometimes it can be exciting, it really depends on what mood I'm in, you know what I mean? Your mood can determine anything. Like...say you have a friend and you do something that generally wouldn't bother them, but if they were in a bad mood and you did whatever normally wouldn't bother them, but this time it did becuase they 'weren't in the mood'...that's kinda like me and screaming. You know?"

Alice was like a female with all those moods he goes through. He has so many and they change so quickly, it was normal for him to change his mood at least eight times in a day. And the park entrance was coming up, Alice was starting to head in that direction. It looked very pretty with the soft lights shining on the flowers and trees, didn't it?

If anyone is going to appriciate the soft lights shining on the flowers and trees, it was bound to be Gabriel. Most often, in the park, he spent his time doing as Asher called 'romping' and Justin called 'Just being Gabriel.' After all, Gabriel is not a human. Gabriel is a lycanthrope, born as such, in the shape of a cat. It is most like him to be fickle and fun in the same sentance.

At Alice's words, instead of shying away from him as he would have had he been less obediant and perhapes a little more human, Gabriel actually curled closer into the crook of Alice's arm as though Alice would protect him from, well, Alice.

He could smell the flowers, the trees, in his sensitive nose but he peered upward at the man with silvered eyes. He knew where they were, yet he asked: "Where are we going?"

So he is basically a big kitty who can take on a human form. How precious. And then there was the cuddling, or what Alice labeled as cuddling, he looked down at the other with a raised eyebrow then rolled his eyes, shaking his head. This kitten is really, really...something. Yes, that is the only word that Alice can come up with at the moment.

"We are in the park...'we' aren't going anywhere..."

He he grows quiet after that, mouth in a frown. He was not used to dealing with creatures like this one, he'll have to keep note. Maybe he'll experimant a little, see how it reacts to different emotions. Right now, let's try anger. Alice version of anger.

If the kitty can feel emotional auraus coming from people, Alice's feels cold suddenly. And clammy and overwhelming. Alice's anger can range from fire to ice. This happens to be ice, it's hard and cold. The look in Alice's eyes is the same. His face is set in a blank expression but his eyes are cold. He is dominating and did he just get taller? No, it's the affect.

Not exactly themost pleasant thing in the world.

That is exactly what he is. A big kitty. It is why all of his actions, everything he enjoys most, are what a kitten might enjoy the most.

“We?” He asked, turning his head upward once more to look into the other’s face. “What does that mean?” It sounded rather foreboding and he wondered at his brilliance of coming out after the darkness had fallen at night in this human like state.

Have you ever noticed that when you’ve had a terribly bad day, most cats and dogs will lay quietly and obediently at your feet and just be of some comfort. Or when you are angry, many do not even approach you? It is because an animal can sense your moods and emotions, not so much your aurous as much as your general mood.

Had Gabriel been in his other form at this moment, his ears would have lain flat and his tail would have wrapped around himself. His cat-eyes grow guarded and worried, curious. What had he done to make this one so angry so suddenly. But he was not so very frightened as to run and hide.

Not the most pleasant thing in the world, indeed. But not the worst. Asher has protected Gabriel for a number of years, and since, he’s been able to send the panther running to hide many times with just a glance. Frightening, that.

"Well, we are here, but we won't be going anywhere else. In other words, I will be going home afterwards. Where you go or end up doesn't matter to me."

Alice cannot even be compared to Asher without having a disadvantage, he is neither as old or as powerful as the vampire and it isn't 'natural' as some people call it, for an angel to be like Alice. He studied the cat and then, lifting a hand, tilted the other's chin up, holding it between his thumb and index finger. He was studying the other. Mind you, Alice loves learning about new things, and if he had been in the mood, he would have taken Gabriel and studied him for a while. He had that studious frown on his face. He was going to use Gabriel like a scientist would use some animal. Let's see how what affects him.

The sound of a hand striking a face. Alice has just back handed Gabriel, so hard in fact, even his hand is hurting. This is like an experiement to him. Let's see how a kitty, who is most likely not used to abuse, reacts to physical abuse. Alice's specialty. As well as the authoress'. There had been a pause between the slap and his next action, the grabbing of Gabriel and throwing him on the ground, to pull out a small trinket that he keeps in his shoe. A lovely, slim, knife.

Now that (hopefully) Gabriel is on the ground. Alice will drop onto the ground, straddling him, looking over him thoughtfully as he twirled the knife. He isn't meant to be intimidating, the anger is no longer there, in fact, this emoion is like ice. A cool, calm, perhaps even worse than anger. It's like he doesn't consider Gabriel as a living being, just a toy. And that is what he is right now to him, a toy. But a valuable toy, seeing as Alice rarely ever comes across whatever Gabriel is. He can smell what the other is, but he has yet to find out what he truely is. Must ask that.

"Tell me kitten, what are you?"

A calm, curious voice. But it's so cold. How insensitive Alice can be, how thoughtless. His Mum would be proud.

Gabriel's chin was lifted and held into position to face the other, and his eyes followed the path to meet the other's, though his eyes still held the curiousness, the fear, that Alice had instilled the moment he'd gone quiet and icey. Gabriel watched the hand in it's arc towards his cheek and did not struggle to remove himself from it's path. Rather, he took the blow as Alice had intended to apply it and involentarily flinched beneath the impact, flinched further under the sound in his ears.

...most likely not used to abuse.

Do you know why Asher keeps Gabriel under the supervision of others almost constantly? He does this because when he'd found the panther, the little kitten's wrists had been burned by silver chains, his back and front covered in wounds inflicted by one who thought of sex as a torture chamber. Gabriel could have said stop, and the rules implicated that the other must stop, but the Panther had not. He was far too submissive, far too obediant to stop when things become too...rough. And so, abuse, it had been a common thing in Gabriel's world, willingly.

Upon being thrown, Gabriel fell and scrambled backwards just a little before stopping and then being straddled. His eyes fell upon the flash of metal, the knife, and they widened, though neither in awe or in fear. Was that silver? If it was not, it would not harm him in the least.

"A Panther. Just like you say. A kitten."

Alice nodded. Indeed. It was almost frusterating how submissive this kitty was. Nothing to fight with, does he ever fight? Alice loked over his knife carefully. A panther, hm? The corner of his mouth twitched and he almost smiled. How nice. But he did not smile, instead he just kept staring with a blank, cold expression. A sigh slipped from his mouth.

"You're lucky. This is a simple steel blade...though the handle is silver, want to see?"

He dangled it by the blade in the the kitten's face. It was a pretty thing really, no real threat except for the slightly sharp tip of the handle, he tapped the nose of the other with the handle and gave what could be called a sweet smile. Before his face went blank. He sighed, shaking his head.

"You're no real fun. Too submissive, did you know that?"

He began to work on carefully slicing the shirt off the other, careful not to cut the other, yet. He had done this many times before. He shook his head. Then, with a slender finger, he traced the other's chest, feeling it and pressing slightly. Very nice, cutting the chest muscles might weaken them if he used the silver, yes? Alice should have become a doctor, he is so good at operating. He knows organ systems by heart.

But see, the nice thing about this panther s that he doesn't fight, and Alice can see almost anything he wants to see. He takes the normal blade, and slcied straight down the chest of the other. Not sliced it open, just a thin, not very deep cut. It should heal, right?

He whinced only a little under the touch of the silver. Yes. Silver can hurt a lycanthrope. And yes, his wounds will heal, though they are considerably slower to heal when the damage has been done by silver. And what can not kill them, a bullet to the lung for example, would kill them if it were, say, a silver bullet.

Gabriel shook his head when asked it he would like to see, but the other touched him anyways with the silver tip. He frowned. That was his only reaction, a slight whince and a frown. And when the other started cutting open his shirt, commenting that he was no fun, he lay his head back in the grass.

"I can fight if you want me to." This, this would be why Asher does not let him alone. He's far too complient. When his shirt is open, his nipple rings are revealed, silver. Why? What was the purpose in harming yourself in such a way? He lifted his head and watched the other trace a line down his chest. And then the knife cuts him and the panther whinced, terribly, his cat-eyes growing wide, a new found fear.

"Please...don't." But the blade is not silver, and already, the wound is begining to heal over.

OOC: Please forgive my delay, Lovely, my computer has been down.

(( Of course Will ^^ It's no problem at all ))

"If I want you to, hm?"

Alice tapped the bloody blade against his mouth, affectively getting the blood on his mouth. No problem, his simply licked it off, that thoughtful look returning to his face. What an odd creature, acting like this. He leaned over, looking into the face of the other.

"What do you want to do, precious?"

It was very fascinating to watch the wound heal. How interesting. When Alice gets old enough, he too will be able to regenerate. He lowered the blade again, lightly cutting a swirly design into the lovely chest of this lovely creature. And then he took the silver handle and pressed it into the cut, tracing the wound and pressing into it. He raised his cold blue eyes from the tan chest to the tan face. Who does this remind him of? Probably some past victim.

"Stop?"

The leopard whinced under the silver handle, his body spasming instinctivly, shrinking away from the silver by sucking his stomach and and creating a hollow affect. His eyes had grown wider, frightened and threatened.

"I," he replied meakly, "I want to go home." The other's voice brought his eyes to the side, looking at the grass in preferance to the face and his own face took on the appearance of an emption that was entirly unexpected in a situation such as this. Shame. How could he disappoint?

Stop?

"No." His word was hardly a whisper, his tone implied i guess not.

(( OOC: Oh dear, sorry about not replying in a while Will dear. I think Alice has lost all his patience, so I'll end this with a curtain call. Unless you want to post again or something, I think this should be it, hm? ))

Alice blinked once, twice, rolled his eyes to the sky then looked back down.

"Dear Gods, you are certainly a one of a kind, now aren't you, lovely?"

He slipped his own shirt off, rolling it up, and wrapping it around the other's head, around the mouth. Why? Its not like he'll scream or anything. No, but its just to shut him up anyways. Raising himself up slightly, dagger/knife in hand, he flipped the other over onto his stomach.

There, he wouldn't have to stare in that godforsaken pretty face of this submissive little cat.

No need to describe what happens next, but you can think whatever you want really, just keep in mind Alice is really, really creative in his ways of combining rape and torture. The two go hand in hand.

(( Curtain Call ))