Riley Aventine (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} amulius) wrote, |
Riley's outside, however, had been doing much, much better than his inner thoughts. His talks with the shamans had been neat and organized, they had goals and they had a plan. His inner thoughts, however, had been muddled and confused. His dreams had been full of darkness, sex, and blood - but mostly blood. Puddles of it, buckets of it, splashes of it on sheets and on his skin. Every night had been a whirlwind of waking up, shaking his mate awake, and then fucking her like a mad man until his hips wouldn't move any longer. If he didn't have a new pup on the way by now, he had even more worries.
He had decided to take his beat up gunmetal gray pickup truck to Tao's home this time, if only to keep himself out of the animal mindset that seemed to be stuck on the vampire's body. This time he would not end up shredding his clothes, he was determined, he would not have to use the spare set that he had plopped down onto the passenger seat of the truck. He pulled up in front of the house, turned off the truck and left it, and stuck the keys in his front pocket as he ascended the steps to the house. This time he didn't bother to make his presence into a big showy announcement, instead he passed by the human attendant without a word.
Riley paused in front of the door to Tao's office briefly, and then turned the knob and stepped inside. "The gods have willed that the Dubois' man have his spirit bared to the four winds." He announced in his best cryptic old man voice with a small smile. "Or, in other words, we can grab this motherfucker's brain by the balls as long as he stays within a four yard radius."