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makingthisupasigo2018-08-27 05:16 pm
likeknives) wrote in makingthisupasigo2018-08-27 05:16 pm
And the Monster Job (Leverage AU) - for Alec Hardison
cw blood, violence, mind control, manipulation, body horror, broken bones, death, murder, eating people, and pretty much all the vampire and werewolf movie tropes galore.
In the military, Eliot was privy to a lot of things that would make the general public too terrified to sleep at night.
They called them anomalous entities. Most of 'em just called them monsters.
Most people didn't know about them, but the ones that did stayed as far away from them as possible. Even the top military black ops teams had a strict do not engage policy. The last team that went up against a single vampire were all slaughtered.
Eliot had another encounter with one when he worked for Moreau. Well, make that a pack. Took out an entire team of assassins, Eliot only survived because he hid in the sewers for the rest of the night. He never forgot their unearthly howls, that snarling. Or how afraid he was.
He never really talked about his experiences all that much with the crew, once he joined them. They didn't often run across many of these...anomalous entities in their jobs. Once in awhile he was suspicious that one of the CEO's they took down was a vampire, seeing pictures and paintings of someone that looked exactly like them--three hundred years ago. Or he recognized the strange, animal-like growling from some of the guys he had to fight and take down. Especially since they were stronger than him. But for the most part, they didn't encounter them too much, and Eliot never talked about what he knew. It was irrelevant and he didn't want to scare anybody. It wasn't something he thought about a lot.
Until one day when he didn't have a choice but to think about it a lot.
Her name was Sévérine, and she was gorgeous. Looking back on it, he would have thought she'd be a vampire, considering the legends and superstitions associated with them. She certainly looked like one in that black dress she wore, the delicate lace that only accentuated her features and her long, dark curls. She was a mark, Nate had sent him to her at her office, to try and get information about her company which they suspected were stealing from various charities, funneling the money to some offshore accounts. He was pretending to represent an equally unscrupulous company who wanted to do business with her, and he figured he must have hit it off excellently because she invited him to have lunch.
It was a mistake. The moment he stepped foot outside to where her limousine was supposedly waiting, he was jumped. He recognized the growls at the last second, but he wasn't any match for the creatures that attacked him. It was like that night in Budapest, except he wasn't afforded the safety of bars.
Sévérine apologized, explaining that this was simply part of her business plan. By turning a potential business interest into a member of her pack, she was able to acquire the best deal possible, since the new wolf would have no choice but to acquiesce to her wishes. Sometimes she just up and took the company. She and her men left him there, with the instruction to come back here to her office once he changed back and to try not to get into too much trouble in the meantime.
Changed back.
Eliot remembered what he learned from his training, and that he had less than an hour before the...venom, virus, supernatural whatever to kick in from those bites before things got...well, hairy. As horrified as he was at this turn of events, he did not want to be responsible for killing innocents,, so he found an abandoned basement on the outskirts of the city and locked himself in just in time.
It didn't take long to find out just what would kill a werewolf, and as he held the gun with the silver bullet over Sévérine's head, he told her that it was just business, and he was sorry. He couldn't have anybody in his head, he couldn't have anybody with the ability to bend him to their will wandering around out here. Strangely enough, the weird, new instincts didn't stop him from killing her--in fact, they prompted him to--there was a weakness that he couldn't afford and he needed to destroy it.
He never told any of them. He couldn't let any of them know. He was guilty enough about the fact he had to get rid of Sévérine. He made it look like one of Sévérine's men did it, and fixed it so the rest of her company would be sold off and the proceeds donated to the various charities they were stealing from. An unfortunate side-effect of killing the Alpha wolf was that her pack suddenly became loyal to him, and he didn't need that crap in his head, he didn't need that power, didn't want it. He had a hell of a time trying to figure out a way to disband them. But at least they listened to him one last time when he told them to get lost and break up and never do anything unscrupulous again, so all's well that ends well.
He didn't feel like a lone wolf when he returned back to Nate and the crew, because Nate was the one he was loyal to. Nate was the Alpha that he needed, even if he was just...human.
Eliot hated thinking like that, hated being on this side of the monster equation, hated having something about him that was difficult to control--because he was all about controlling himself, he was a weapon anyway even on his best days. He couldn't afford to let himself loose, couldn't afford to have someone else in his head, couldn't afford to have a part of him that could turn into a monster that was just as much a killer as he already was.
But he had to deal with it just like he had to deal with the presence of his past, something that haunted him every day.
A few months had passed, and he figured he'd be good at dealing with it by then. Have perfect control.
That wasn't the case. Luckily most people had no idea werewolves existed and therefore the...slightly odd behaviors that he was displaying weren't anything to worry about. He already ate a lot of meat, he liked most sports, and look playing baseball was a thing now, except he just really liked chasing after the ball if someone threw it, and he usually growled at Hardison a lot anyway.
Which was fine. Nobody needed to know. He was used to keeping most of his life under wraps anyway.
Today he's eating a rather raw steak for breakfast (that's not weird at all) and watching the news on the big screen. Nate told them there was a job coming up but he wouldn't be in 'til that afternoon, and Eliot didn't have anything else to do that morning so he decided to cook up breakfast and lunch for everybody who happened to be awake early enough to get it. At least he made pancakes and eggs and bacon for everybody else.
In the military, Eliot was privy to a lot of things that would make the general public too terrified to sleep at night.
They called them anomalous entities. Most of 'em just called them monsters.
Most people didn't know about them, but the ones that did stayed as far away from them as possible. Even the top military black ops teams had a strict do not engage policy. The last team that went up against a single vampire were all slaughtered.
Eliot had another encounter with one when he worked for Moreau. Well, make that a pack. Took out an entire team of assassins, Eliot only survived because he hid in the sewers for the rest of the night. He never forgot their unearthly howls, that snarling. Or how afraid he was.
He never really talked about his experiences all that much with the crew, once he joined them. They didn't often run across many of these...anomalous entities in their jobs. Once in awhile he was suspicious that one of the CEO's they took down was a vampire, seeing pictures and paintings of someone that looked exactly like them--three hundred years ago. Or he recognized the strange, animal-like growling from some of the guys he had to fight and take down. Especially since they were stronger than him. But for the most part, they didn't encounter them too much, and Eliot never talked about what he knew. It was irrelevant and he didn't want to scare anybody. It wasn't something he thought about a lot.
Until one day when he didn't have a choice but to think about it a lot.
Her name was Sévérine, and she was gorgeous. Looking back on it, he would have thought she'd be a vampire, considering the legends and superstitions associated with them. She certainly looked like one in that black dress she wore, the delicate lace that only accentuated her features and her long, dark curls. She was a mark, Nate had sent him to her at her office, to try and get information about her company which they suspected were stealing from various charities, funneling the money to some offshore accounts. He was pretending to represent an equally unscrupulous company who wanted to do business with her, and he figured he must have hit it off excellently because she invited him to have lunch.
It was a mistake. The moment he stepped foot outside to where her limousine was supposedly waiting, he was jumped. He recognized the growls at the last second, but he wasn't any match for the creatures that attacked him. It was like that night in Budapest, except he wasn't afforded the safety of bars.
Sévérine apologized, explaining that this was simply part of her business plan. By turning a potential business interest into a member of her pack, she was able to acquire the best deal possible, since the new wolf would have no choice but to acquiesce to her wishes. Sometimes she just up and took the company. She and her men left him there, with the instruction to come back here to her office once he changed back and to try not to get into too much trouble in the meantime.
Changed back.
Eliot remembered what he learned from his training, and that he had less than an hour before the...venom, virus, supernatural whatever to kick in from those bites before things got...well, hairy. As horrified as he was at this turn of events, he did not want to be responsible for killing innocents,, so he found an abandoned basement on the outskirts of the city and locked himself in just in time.
It didn't take long to find out just what would kill a werewolf, and as he held the gun with the silver bullet over Sévérine's head, he told her that it was just business, and he was sorry. He couldn't have anybody in his head, he couldn't have anybody with the ability to bend him to their will wandering around out here. Strangely enough, the weird, new instincts didn't stop him from killing her--in fact, they prompted him to--there was a weakness that he couldn't afford and he needed to destroy it.
He never told any of them. He couldn't let any of them know. He was guilty enough about the fact he had to get rid of Sévérine. He made it look like one of Sévérine's men did it, and fixed it so the rest of her company would be sold off and the proceeds donated to the various charities they were stealing from. An unfortunate side-effect of killing the Alpha wolf was that her pack suddenly became loyal to him, and he didn't need that crap in his head, he didn't need that power, didn't want it. He had a hell of a time trying to figure out a way to disband them. But at least they listened to him one last time when he told them to get lost and break up and never do anything unscrupulous again, so all's well that ends well.
He didn't feel like a lone wolf when he returned back to Nate and the crew, because Nate was the one he was loyal to. Nate was the Alpha that he needed, even if he was just...human.
Eliot hated thinking like that, hated being on this side of the monster equation, hated having something about him that was difficult to control--because he was all about controlling himself, he was a weapon anyway even on his best days. He couldn't afford to let himself loose, couldn't afford to have someone else in his head, couldn't afford to have a part of him that could turn into a monster that was just as much a killer as he already was.
But he had to deal with it just like he had to deal with the presence of his past, something that haunted him every day.
A few months had passed, and he figured he'd be good at dealing with it by then. Have perfect control.
That wasn't the case. Luckily most people had no idea werewolves existed and therefore the...slightly odd behaviors that he was displaying weren't anything to worry about. He already ate a lot of meat, he liked most sports, and look playing baseball was a thing now, except he just really liked chasing after the ball if someone threw it, and he usually growled at Hardison a lot anyway.
Which was fine. Nobody needed to know. He was used to keeping most of his life under wraps anyway.
Today he's eating a rather raw steak for breakfast (that's not weird at all) and watching the news on the big screen. Nate told them there was a job coming up but he wouldn't be in 'til that afternoon, and Eliot didn't have anything else to do that morning so he decided to cook up breakfast and lunch for everybody who happened to be awake early enough to get it. At least he made pancakes and eggs and bacon for everybody else.