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Gabriel hadn't asked Elle whether it was okay if he showed up at the club again or not. He didn't ask because he knew the answer was no. But he didn't care. If other men were going to oogle what belonged to him, he was at least going to sit there and watch and make sure that nobody tried anything.

He had tried staying away for the first couple of days after spending the whole day at her apartment, but it hadn't went well. He usually ended up at another strip club, with another blonde, and it at all went to hell from there. Two more had been reported missing in the last week because of him. He was making patterns which was never a good thing. He didn't want to get caught, after all. He had been doing this for too long to start getting sloppy now.

So instead he was back to Elle's strip club for the night, sitting in the back like he used to always do. He was nursing his second glass of scotch and carefully watching the surroundings for any funny business. No one had taken Elle into any of the private rooms for the evening yet, there was at least that to be glad about.

He was wearing one of his normal after work outfits of black pants and a dark blue button down shirt, complete with his his leather jacket. Nothing special. Nothing that would grab anyone's attention.

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[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle let her lashes flutter against his cheek, sucking in shallow breaths as she writhed into him. He would wait hours to what, exactly? Jesus, what was this guy's deal? As far as she could tell, all he did was fix watches and stare at her.

And maybe that should alarm her, but it didn't, not really.

"Sounds like a booty call to me," she whispered.

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He did other things. He read books, he sometimes too walks, and...he murdered people, but that one she would never know about. Because then she wouldn't like him anymore and it was important she liked him. It scared him almost how important it was.

"Who said we had to have sex," He whispered softly back. "I just want to see you. We could just talk, if you wanted."

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She laughed. She couldn't help it, because he was just so damn funny.

The last time she sat and talked to a man it was because he was paying her to sit and talk to him. Even then it had been a bunch of fucking lies because men didn't want to talk.

Yet he sat here with a straight face and told her he liked her and she was beautiful and special and he wanted to wait for her to get off her job at strip joint to talk to her.

And the scary part was she was starting to believe him.

"Whatever, tiger," she breathed. She playfully nipped at the soft skin of his earlobe, lightly pressing and moving down his chest until she could look him in the eyes. "You want to see me out of this hellhole, you get the fuck out and pick me up later. To talk."

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He gasped softly as she bit at his earlobe, a bold move on her part to do out in the open. He didn't really want to leave, to go where he couldn't keep an eye on her, but he supposed he didn't have much of a choice at the moment. If he stayed, she would probably just get angry and then where would he be? What would that accomplish? He knew he had to play his cards carefully with her.

So he would leave.

"Fine," He whispered softly. "I'll leave and come back to pick you up when you're done."i

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"Good boy," she said patronizingly, and abruptly slid of his lap with a dark little smile. At least he listened well. She couldn't help but stand up a little straighter, breathe a little easier. He was still interested, and she was still in control here. Just how she liked it.

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He didn't see that way. He just knew how to pick his battles. She'd open up to him more, accept him more if he let her think she was in control, he had picked up on that rather quickly. Control was important to her. Vital, even.

But for now he got up and left, leaving her to the dirty perverts of the world.
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Hours later and he was back, waiting outside of the club. He had gone back to his apartment and finished a few things up, even taken a nap. He had watched the news, listening to the theories on a new serial killer in the area. He took down notes. It was always good to know what the enemy knew about you, after all. It was how you stayed one step ahead in the game.

And he liked being one step ahead.

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Elle was exhausted by the time she finally managed to drag herself into the back for her stuff. Business was finally slow, but the lockers were noisy as if it were still midnight.

She kicked off her damn heels the moment she could, only half-listening to the girls in various states of undress talk around her.

Elle wasn't that popular with any of them, never had been, but they respected her by now. It was hard not to--she raked in the big bucks, and they didn't. But she didn't talk to them.

So that was why she only paid some cursory mind to them tittering on about some new psycho preying on blond strippers. She'd heard a warning from her manager when she'd walked in, but Ariel was talking about carrying around a gun just in case, despite the fact that she was naturally a redhead.

Mostly, Elle was just wondering if Gabriel was waiting for her or not. Not that she cared. She threw her bikini and shoes in her locker and pulled on some jeans and a sweatshirt, because it was chilly, before slipping on her boots.

She made sure to snap out a "get over yourself, Ariel; you're a fucking bottle blond" before she left, just for kicks, and was rewarded with a scandalized scoff and a "bitch." It was enough to provoke a small smile as she slipped out the back, and came around the front to go home.

The alley was dark but short, and she shivered, blearily looking out at the lightening sky against the city's skyscrapers. She looked to the left, towards the front of the club, and even though he said he came back, she was still surprised to see him waiting for her.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He had been leaning against the wall, waiting for her when Elle finally came out. He pushed himself off, glancing over at her. She looked pretty in the light of the streets. Better than the dim, garish lights of the strip club.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked curiously, tilting his head. He didn't know where she'd want to go to talk. Her place, his place, some twenty four hour diner. He would be fine with whatever. Once again, he let her choose, let her have that power he knew she needed to have so she didnt freak out and try to run or anything.

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"Sure," she said, tilting her head at him curiously with a smile. She hadn't expected to talk, really, but hey, maybe they would. As cute as he looked, waiting for her like a puppy, she was tired, and every inch of her ached. She'd rather have a hot bath, a massage, and a nap then be fucked every which way again, at least at the moment. And if he wasn't expecting it...

She drew in a readying breath and walked forward, impulsively leaning into him, stealing his warmth. "So what did you do tonight?" she asked, tilting her head up at him.

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He started leading her toward her apartment, remembering where it was from the other day. Better she didn't know where he lived just yet. He needed to know he could completely trust her before he let her into his domain.

"Not much. I finished the book I was reading, and I watched the news for a while. Nothing too exciting." And it wasn't, not really. But he didn't mind that. Living a mundane lifestyle made it easier to hide his other activities.

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It was a little too easy to wrap her arms around his waist as they walked, rest her heavy head on his shoulder. He was just warm and she was so tired, and he smelled nice. "Did you hear about all those missing blond strippers?" she asked conversationally, the mention of news bringing it to the forefront of her mind. "The manager told me the cops came by to warn us."

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He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. He didn't even skip a beat at her words. "I did hear about them, they've been all over the news lately. You better be careful then," He warned her, trying to keep a smug grin from spreading across his lips. "It would be a real shame if you got hurt."

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"Or dead," she mumbled, letting her eyes slip closed for a moment as he led her down the block. "It's probably some perverted sicko who's watched American Psycho too many times."

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"Or someone who's mother didn't love them enough as a child. Or too much. Maybe it's a whole Norman Bates sort of deal," He mused, not at all giving away himself. He knew better than that. The best thing to do was just to sound like the normal concerned citizen.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Ew," she grimaced, peeking to make sure she was going to trip. Assured the crib was still a ways off, she closed her eyes again with a soft hum. "I hate that movie. Even though it's so fake it still creeps me out."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I like Hitchcock," He said with a shrug of his shoulders as he led her toward the curb. "He really knew how to get into his audience's head, create real suspense and terror. Not like today's horror films where everything is about shock value."

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"I'd rather be shocked than creeped out," she protested, peeking again to step off the sidewalk and into the street just in time. "He thought he was his mother. That's just screwed up."

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"And much more interesting then the one sided, psychopathic for no reason killers that are in horror films today," He countered as he led her across the street. "It makes for a much more compelling antagonist."

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"Hey, they have reasons," she grumbled, letting her eyes slip closed again. It probably wasn't prudent to walk this way, but she couldn't help it at the moment. "Just not good ones. I don't care what you say anyway, I like my slasher flicks."

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"And I like my Hitchcock movies," He replied with a slight smile. He didn't actually mind slasher films, he just didn't find them as compelling, that's all. He glanced over at her again, as if debating something.

She looked exhausted, even just walking and so without giving it much thought he bent down and scooped her up into his arms. She was petite, and not very heavy, so he didn't think it'd be too much trouble carrying her the rest of the way. He was stronger than he looked.

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Her eyes snapped open and she yelped in surprise, grappling to cling to his neck. "What are you doing?" she exclaimed incredulously, blushing. Even though it was obvious what he was doing--he was carrying her, but that didn't explain why.

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He looked down at her as if the answer should be obvious. And it was, to him anyways. "You looked like you were going to fall asleep in the middle of the street. I couldn't allow that to happen." Besides, he kind of liked the feel of having her in his arms, pressed closed to him.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She let out a suffering sigh and kicked her legs a little, half-tempted to just shut up and rest against his chest. She was tired, but she had only been leaning against him and closing her eyes because she could. "I'm not invalid," she grumbled, glaring up at him. "And people are staring."

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"We're almost there," He argued, not letting go of her as he crosses another street. He could see her apartment building from here. He liked carrying her, and only a couple of people had actually stopped and looked at them. He didn't see what the big deal was.

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"You are so weird," she complained. "I'm not a baby. I can walk."

Really, it wasn't a big deal. But she was tired and grouchy and she was a whiner when it came right down to it. So she let out an aggravated growl and held on tighter anyway, letting her head loll onto his shoulder.