Post by Rafael Herman Thomas on Nov 29, 2014 0:51:16 GMT -6
He felt like a dog that had been dressed up for its owner’s amusement, though perhaps in a sense, that description wasn’t too far off the mark in this case. Today was, technically, his very first day on the job, and while he’d had to wear a suit to the interview, he hadn’t had it on nearly as long. He’d put it on, walked to the interview, and had taken off the suit and put on more comfortable clothes the second it had been over in a nearby restroom. This morning, he’d gotten up, and Dani had given him plentiful food (really, he’d actually been forced to tell her to stop trying to feed him for fear of him exploding), and had then all but put his clothes on for him. Perhaps a bit embarrassing, that a twenty-five year old man required help getting dressed for his first day on the job, but as with most things, Rafael was a sterling exception to such a societal rule.
In reality, this was Rafael’s first real job. While there were thousands, maybe even millions, of men in the city of New York that might scoff at such a thing, the only defense that Rafy really had was that… well, for over fifteen years before this, he really had had a job. It just so happened that this previous job had consisted of nothing but fighting every full moon, and eventually killing innocent fellow werewolves for the sake of sport, or rather that he might die or get beaten or maybe even something worse if he didn’t. His job had essentially been surviving, he just was never the one who got paid for his labor.
Not that this was a thought process that he really wanted to go down right now. Especially not as he waited in the posh room of a rather posh house, waiting for his new employer to enter with his new charge. In truth, Rafael didn’t know much of what to expect from a job like this – in his interview, his employer, Mr. Martin, had only made it clear that he was being brought on to help protect his newly graduated daughter, Rosalynn. A politician, he was always concerned for the well-being of his family, and had thought that a new, capable, and formidable bodyguard might do the family some good. New, capable, and formidable, and Rafael had fit all three of those bills. Especially the formidable part, once Mr. Martin had gotten into… Rafael’s background. An uncomfortable topic, to say the least, but one that Rafy found that he couldn’t lie on regardless. But something had possessed Mr. Martin to hire him, and Rafael wasn’t about to argue with the chance to make some money for himself, to help support his little sister. Or to finally start… atoning, for all of the things he’d done, by finally vowing to do the opposite of what he’d been doing for so much of his life – rather than destroying innocent lives, he would protect them. And perhaps then, finally, he might find peace of mind.
But he certainly wasn’t peaceful of mind right then, fidgeting and restlessly shifting in the corner of the room like a dog that needed to go to the bathroom. Though, fidgeting was probably a little something of an understatement. He wasn’t moving so much, nestled quietly there in the corner like a shadow – only the occasional twitch and shifting of his weight were indications that he was less than comfortable. But, when the doorknob to the room turned, Rafael suddenly straightened. Any discomfort became wiped from his face, as he strode purposefully a few steps forward so that he might be clearly visible to all who entered. Standing tall and with his hands clasped behind his back, he looked more like a soldier ready to receive orders than a bodyguard getting to meet his charge, but in a way… that was the way Rafy had been trained. He was a warrior, ready for battle at a split second’s notice.
He wasn’t, however, particularly ready for what was about to come through that door.
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