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Subjects & 3 Subjects-
AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Beauty & the Beast
PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of delicious yums!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters.
WARNING: violence, bloodplay and
death- Cordelia/Spike, Anton/Spike, Cordelia/Mia/Anton, Cordelia/Mia/Anton/Spike
NOTE : We've landed in Monte
Carlo now. And some fun is gonna start. ENTER TWO NEW CHARACTERS Mia & Anton
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OTHER
ROYALTIES : 2 SUBJECTS
She was nervous
the entire way out of the airport. She's still pretty tense and I get that.
Penn is a pretty scarey thing.
My hand
is resting on her inner thigh and I gently move my thumb back and forth, trying
to be soothing. I don't know if it helps, but...
*Ring,
ring*
I nip her
neck as I reach into my pocket for my cell phone. "Hello?"
<"William!
You've landed, I assume.">
I smile.
I love hearing her voice, it's just so... seductive. Just hearing it makes
me... okaaay.
"Yes,
we're in the limo, on our way to the hotel. Have you heard anything else
about... ya know?"
<"No. I haven't heard of any sightings of him, but
we've got our eyes and ears pealed, my dear. When shall we expect you? We got
the adjoining suite to your room-">
"How
very presumptious of you, Lover! You just *assume* that I'd be *interested* in
a sleepover party?"
I hear a
rumbling laugh, <"Hello, William," Anton says.>
Ohshit. I
damn near come, I think. I haven't heard his voice in... too long. Suddenly,
I'm hard as a god damned rock
I
can't help sighing a little. I get the feeling that I'm completely forgotten
sometimes when he's on the phone. He's not even *here* with me, anymore. He
doesn't do it on purpose, I know. He's got this whole other world that I don't
even *know* about... not that I don't *want* to know about it.
He is
opening up a little and talking to me about his life, a little. But the more I
hear, the more worried I get. Take this Mia and Anton, for instance. He really
cares about them. And what if I don't like them? Not a huge deal, I'll pretend
I do, for him... But even worse, what if they don't like me? What happens then?
I
mean, it's like meeting the in-laws, or something. And if they're all
old-world, maybe I'm dressed too slutty. I didn't even take that into account.
This red dress... that's like the color of whores or something like that. And
it's strapless, and low in front and all tight-fitting, with this slit all the
way up the side to my thigh...
I
think I'll change when we get to the hotel. Into something ... not so slutty.
"H-h-hi..."
I stutter.
<"Oh,
dear William... you *know* you're interested in a sleepover... and I've been
waiting to be inside you for fifty years.">
Ohshit. I
quickly grab my cock through my jeans to stop myself from coming. I *do* manage
it, which is nice. Painful, but nice.
<"I
understand you've taken a consort," he says.>
"Yes...
I- yes- a mate."
<"A
mate? Does she give her blood willingly to my William?">
"Yes,"
I say, looking over at her. I really hope she likes them. I really hope *they*
like *her*. I lean over and lick her neck as I say, "Indeed she
does."
<"I'll
have to have a taste then, William. We've got a few things to take care of
before we see you. Where will you be?">
"We're
on our way to our suite now, then I think we'll gamble a bit- maybe get some
food."
<"Okay,
Will, we'll come to you then.">
"Don't
you mean *in* me and *on* me? Perhaps on my beautiful companion as well?"
<"Yes,
quite. We'll find you later. Love.">
I hang up
and stick the phone back into my pocket.
"Was
that them? Are they going to be at the hotel? Or do I have time to
change?" I ask. And I'm still mentally going through my new wardrobe,
trying to figure out what else I have that would be more appropriate for
meeting them. Maybe I could ask Anne... She's probably been a servant for a
while, and could give me some advice on what I should wear to meet someone
who's... older.
"I
*like* this dress," I say as I slip my hand through the slit. "It's
perfect... makes you look like the goddess you are. So the way I see it, you
have two outfit choices: leave it on, or... take it *off*."
I
whimper and part my thighs as he teases me through my panties -- yes, I
actually wore them tonight. "Are you sure?" I ask, though. "It
doesn't make me look... like... you know..."
"Like
what?" I ask, slipping my index finger under the scrap of material that
passes for panties. I tease her moist lips while nipping at her neck a bit.
I
moan and grab his hand, pulling it away. Because actually he's helping prove my
point here. If when he sees me in this dress, he thinks 'sex', then doesn't
that mean it *does* make me look like-- "Like... like a ... whore."
"Never,"
I say. And why is she suddenly even *more* worried than she was? "What's
wrong, Luv?"
"You're
a little biased," I say. "Seriously, look at me objectively. And
what's wrong is what the hell was I thinking, wearing this 'come fuck me' dress
to meet these two people who mean so much to you? I should be in something classy
or elegant or... NOT spandex and tight and ... slutty and--"
I cover
her mouth quickly with my own and take to probing her mouth with my tongue.
Then, I
pull away and say, "No offense, Pet, but that is exactly what they intend to
do, no matter what you're wearing... and you don't have to worry about
impressing them, they're already impressed."
I kiss
her lips quick once more before adding, "But... if you really feel the
need to change, you can absolutely do so."
"I
... I just don't want them to see me in this and decide I'm not --
notgoodenough," I finish quickly and turn to look out the window. I really
haven't paid enough attention to the sights, and I've never been here before.
"Cordelia-"
I say and turn her to look at me. "They're gonna *love* you," I tell
her. "They're gonna be just as amazed with you as I am. Hell- they're
already impressed by you!"
"You
keep *saying* that, but how can the be impressed with me if they haven't even
*met* me yet?" I wonder.
I
turn to look back out the window, as we get deeper into the city. And I guess
if I'm honest with myself, I know there isn't anything I could wear that would
make me feel less nervous about this meeting. After hearing about them, I know
how much they mean to Spike. And that means it's so important that they like me
and don't decide he made a mistake in choosing me.
We
just really don't need yet *another* obstacle to get in the way of our being
together.
"They're
impressed with you because I chose you," I say. I mean... "Not to
be... egotistical or anything, Pet... but I'm- hot stuff, like Em said. I guess
that's what Angelus turned me for- to attract attention, to get our name out
there... and because he knew how damn sexy I am!" I smile and add, "They're
impressed because after one hundred and thirty years of searching, I finally
chose *you*."
I
laugh a little. "Great, Spike. Really. Not feeling *any* pressure
now..."
"They're
going to *love* you, just like Em did."
The limo comes
to a stop in front of this huge, gorgeous building. Our hotel. Wow- there are
fountains across the street in a park and it's really gorgeous. We'll have a
balcony overlooking the ocean in the back. Perfect.
The door
is opened for us and we step out. "John, see to our things."
"Oh.
My. God," is my first reaction as we step out of the car and I check out
the -- "That's not a hotel, it's a castle!" Seriously, it really does
look like one.
The
weather here is just perfect, cool enough to be comfortable for being outside.
. There's a nice breeze, and I can smell the salt water, which means the beach
must be nearby. "Have you been here before?" I ask.
"This
hotel? No.
Monte Carlo- yes. Once every few years."
I place
my hand on the small of her back and lead her inside. "Reservation for
William Roberts."
"Ah,
yes. Right here. A master suite, correct, Sir?"
"Correct.
The best one in the place."
"And
there was a request for an adjoining room by a Mr. and Mrs. Minucci. Is that
correct?"
"Yes,
that's perfectly fine."
I sign a
few forms and then am asked, "Will you be gambling during your stay?"
"Yes-
I will be. I have five million in cash that will need to be put into
chips."
"We
can take of that for you and have the chips forwarded to the casino."
A few
more forms later and we're on the elevator.
"Cordelia?"
I ask. I really have to know.
"Hm?"
I don't even remember walking into the elevator. Not once I heard that Mia and Anton
have a room connected to ours. No, since then my mind has been helpfully
supplying me with everything that could possibly go wrong when I finally meet
them. I could say something, not say something, do something, not do
something--
I
don't think it helps that my hormones are all unpredictable at the moment,
either.
"Where
are you, Luv?"
He
knows me too well, already. Okay. Deep breath. I step closer to him and turn my
back on him, to lean against his chest as he wraps his arms around my waist. "Right
here," I say, covering his hands with my own.
"Cordelia...
they- I mean... you're right. Mia and Anton are *very* special to me. Ever
since Angelus left us... they've almost taken on his role. I love them very
much and like I said, they love me too.
"They-
wanted to be close to me. I need to be close to them, but not at your expense.
They will want to include you because they're going to love you. But you don't
have to do anything you don't want to. Okay?"
God,
I'm not even thinking about *that*, yet. "Let's just get past the part
when we - I - find out if they even like me or not," I say. "After
that... we'll just see what happens."
"That's
okay, Luv, but you really don't have anything to worry about."
We get
onto our floor and step out of the elevator. Our suite is the left one at the
end of the hall. We have the left corner of the hotel, which means one wall of
the suite faces the city, while the other faces the ocean.
I slip
the card into the lock and then type my code into the door. "Wow-
it's..." Wow.
"I'll
second that...." I say as we walk inside. I thought the penthouse suite in
L.A. was incredible. But... wow is pretty accurate, here.
It has
all the amenities. There's a balcony off the living room with a sliding glass door
to it that overlooks the city/country. That balcony is shared with the
adjoining suite.
I walk
into the bathroom and... holy shit. It's huge. There's a shower that is
separate from the huge bathtub/hot tub. The tub is set up on stairs, close to
the window so you can overlook the ocean.
I walk
into the bedroom and stare at the huge king sized canopy bed in the middle of
the room. There are two gorgeous mahagony dressers as well as two walk-in
closets and a small make-up/dressing alcove.
The
private balcony is off the bedroom and has a small rocker swing on it. I'm sure
we'll shag out there at some point!
Also
included is a full bar with a refridgerator, filled with all kinds of junk she
can have.
"So-
do you like it?" I ask as John, Anne and two other minions carry in our
bags.
"I
think the appropriate response is 'duh'," I say as I sit down on the bed.
It has dark red sheets, pretty appropriate color for a vampire. "Ooh,
satin," I say and lie back.
"Nothing
but the best for my baby," I say. "I'd like to do some gambling
before we meet them, if you want. I can look around while you get your make-up
and clothes on, and then we'll go. Does that sound okay? Or... do you want me
to stay with you?"
"Oh...
I ... I decided I wasn't going to change. Unless you've changed your mind and
think I *should*..." I say, sitting up.
"It's
completely up to you, Pet. If you *want* to change, then change. You certainly
have enough outfits. If you wanna try something classier, that's fine as well.
For them- it just kinda depends on their mood. However, I do think I'm gonna
change, if it makes a difference."
Men
are just impossible to get clothing advice from. I stand up and the next time
she walks in-- "Anne."
She
stops and looks at me. "Yes, Mistress?"
"Would
you--" No. She's a servant. You don't ask, you tell. It's just been a
while since I've had those. "Are all my bags in?" She nods.
"Okay, then. Help me find something that I can wear to the casino, and
also to meet some old friends of Spike's."
She thinks
for a second and then nods. "I think ... I have an idea…"
"Good."
I turn to Spike. "You can stay or go, whatever you want to do. I'll be
fine here as long as you leave a few of the servants here for ... just in case
... he's around."
"Alright,
Luv."
*Knock,
knock*
That's
the adjoining door.
I walk
through the living room to it and open it. It's a fairly young girl with rosy
red cheeks. "Yes?"
"Master
William of Aurelius?"
"Yes,"
I say. "State your business, Child."
"A
letter... from my Mistress." She hands me a small scroll and I close the
door. Hmm... I have a seat on the couch and open it up.
'William-
You need be aware that members of Donovan have rented rooms 305, 306 and 307.
Rumor says that their Master is not long in coming nor far in distance. We have
added mystical barriers around the suites, but Donovans are completely capable
of breaking magical bounds. Take heed and we will see you this evening. Amore, Mia &
Anton.'
Well...
nothing we can do about it now, except... well- all the minions are already on
alert. But I think I'll stay, just in case. I grab one of my bags and slip in
to the bathroom. I pull out the suit I had made.
Unfortunately,
to be in this world, sometimes you must dress like it. So- I kick off my Docs and
jeans, rip off my black t-shirt and decide to take a quick shower before
getting changed.
The suit
itself consists of the typical black trousers, dressy loafers and a pocket
watch, given to me by Anton. I don't like the traditional shirt and blazer combos,
so it's more of a tunic/blazer type shirt.
And once
I'm dressed, I think I look pretty good, except the hair. It's wet now from the
shower and I grab some gel. I think I'll let it be a little curly and spikey
tonight.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry,
Mistress," she says quickly.
"Just
hurry up," I grumble, glancing over at the bathroom door quickly. But if
she burns me one more time with the curling iron, I *swear*...
The
dress she chose is perfect. It's black, and the material is silk. The bodice is
fitted and strapless, as well as low cut and dips to just above my breasts. The
skirt itself has two layers, with one layer a little longer than the other. And
finally, it has a diagonal hem, which starts around mid-thigh and then dips to
just below my knee. What I think makes the dress, though, is the sheer, gauzy
shawl that tops it off, draped over my shoulders.
And
now Anne is helping me get my hair up in a french twist, curling a few locks of
hair here and there and letting them stay loose around my neck. And can I just
say it's *so* weird watching in the mirror as my hair arranges itself?
When
she's done, she helps me get the jewelry on. Everything but the tiara... I'll
save that for a special occasion. And I'm glad I managed to get ready before
Spike came out, because I can't wait to see the look on his face. I think I
clean up pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. And I feel *much* better
about facing Mia and Anton now.
I put the
letter in my breast pocket and glance at the clock.
"Luv?
You almost ready to go? I wanna play before we meet them!"
"Anne?"
My hair's still being fixed... it looks like.
"Almost
done, Mistress," she says. I can't help sighing. She's such a
perfectionist. It's not like my hair's going to stay that way for longer than
five minutes. It has a mind of its own.
"You
can come in," I call to him. "Anne's almost done with my hair."
"I'll
wait," I tell her. "I gotta make a phone call."
I
remember now why I switched to men for a while there... they take less time to get
ready to go out.
I dial
the phone number, <"Hello?">
"Hey,
Abby, it's Will. I was just calling to check on Emily."
<"She's
doing better! Still healing, but... stronger every day. How is Monte
Carlo?">
"We
just got in." I glance at the bedroom door to see if she's waiting there.
I always wanted to look in a doorway and see a beautiful woman leaning there,
waiting for me... just a fantasy... and Cordelia is one of the most beautiful
women I've known.
"We're
actually going to meet Mia and Anton of Revail..."
<"Ah-
right... I know about them. I've never met them, but Emily tells me they have
quite an afinity for you.">
"They
do, as I for them. Have you heard anything of Penn?"
<"I've
not been listening. But I'll let you know...">
"And
please let me know if Em needs anything," I say. She mumbles okay and then
hangs up.
"Almost?"
I call into the bedroom. I gotta grab a drink from the bar.
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"Well?"
I ask Anne, who is currently rummaging through one of my bags, that has nothing
but shoes. And it's not hard to find a pair of shoes that would match this
dress, but as I said, she's a real perfectionist.
"Here!"
she finally says, handing me a pair of black sandals with not too high heels.
"Smart choice," I agree. I don't want to trip or turn my ankle when
we're walking around the casino. I let her fasten them on me, and I'm warming
up to the idea of having servants again.
Okay.
"Well?" I ask, standing up and checking how I look in the mirror
again.
"Just
perfect, Mistress," she says.
"Thanks,
Anne," I say. "Well, I think Spike and I will be gone for a while.
So... go do ... whatever it is you two do, when we don't need you around,"
I finish with a shrug. I wrap the shawl around my shoulders and walk out into
the living room.
"Spi--"
Damn. I'm not the *only* one who cleans up well.
I turn
around when I hear h...e...r...
"Bloody
hell... you look..."
Holy
shit.
That
dress... and her hair up... off her... gorgeous... neck... shit... I'm *so*
hard.
Fuck. I
walk over to her and I'm not sure what exactly you'd call it... 'maul' I guess
is a good word for it.
I crush
her to me and grind against her furiously as I sink my teeth into her throat...
oh fuck... she's... soo...
"OHGOD..."
I moan and grab his arms as my knees give out on me. And shit, he's drinking
and I'm trembling, so close to coming...
"Spike,"
I whimper as I feel my inner walls flooding, wanting him inside and I'm *so* glad
I decided to wear panties... well, a thong, actually. Can't have that annoying
panty-line.
And
he keeps thrusting his cock against me through our clothes, rubbing against my
clit and --"OHshit, SPIKE... please..."
Fuck.
I really
don't wanna mess up her hair... so... I back us toward a wall. "Need to be
inside you, Luv," I groan.
I pull
her dress up around her waist and tear the thong from her body and when did she
get my pants opened? I don't know, but I don't really care as she wraps her
legs around me and I slam into her.
"OHGODSPIKE!"
I scream as I come, shaking and quivering around him. I squeeze him as tight as
I can with my inner muscles, wanting to feel him come with me.
She keeps
squeezing me as I thrust inside her... fuck I love what she does to me.
"Love
you," I grunt before just letting go and flooding her insides. Damn it...
this is *so* unnatural that a *human* could make me lose control this much.
I
thrust forward, grinding against him as he thrusts up against me, moaning as the
pressure on my clit sets off another, not as powerful orgasm inside me. And
it's still just so surprising how he affects me, how quickly my body reacts to
him.
When
I can do something other than pant for breath, I laugh a little. "I guess
you like the dress then?" I ask. And I've still got my arms around his
shoulders and legs around his hips, not quite willing yet to lose this
incredible closeness of having him so deep inside me.
"*Oh*
*yeah*," I say as I lick the wounds on her neck closed. "*Very*
*much*."
I love
being this deep inside her. I love feeling her around me like this. Shit-
"Do you even *know* how much I love you? Can you even comprehend it?"
I ask quietly.
I
nod. "When you went to go save Emily... and I thought I wouldn't ever see you
again... I... you found me on that balcony, because I was seriously considering
jumping off it. " I say, finally admitting what I was thinking yesterday.
That's how much I need him. It isn't just that I don't *want* to go on without
him, so much as the fact that I *can't*.
"Shhh,"
I say quietly before kissing her. I taste a few of her tears mixed into the
kiss and it just... makes my heart melt. I am *so* not the vampire I should be,
but I consider myself to be so lucky *because* I'm not the vampire I should be.
I start
moving again, slower, inside. I love feeling her folds squeezing me... god- it
feels just... "Perfect. I just- this is perfect, Luv. Us... together...
forever."
I guess
any hesitation that I had with turning her is gone. Untouchable or not... she's
very touchable for me.
"Sounds
perfect to me," I agree, grinding my hips against his and squeezing my
walls around his cock. I gasp as he brushes that spot inside me, and tighten my
legs around him as I start to tremble again. "Spike... love you," I
moan.
"Love
you too," I groan before being absolutely STUPID.
I pull
out of her (*extremely* reluctantly) and unhook her legs from around my waist.
Shit- I
am *so* stupid... really... but- she's looking at me like I am *in**sane*. And
I suppose (to some extent), I am.
"I..."
shit, I run my hand through my hair. I really do wanna be back inside her... so
deep I'll never be able to leave...
I
hesitantly take a step toward her but back up again and quickly, painfully,
shove my cock back inside my trousers.
What
the hell--
No,
I'm not going to get mad. Or upset. Not when he's got that 'I really need to
say or do something but I'm afraid to' look. Even though I'm just about ready
to cry from this ache inside me. I was so close--
Later.
You are *not* a sex addict. A *Spike* addict, maybe but--
"What
is it?" I ask.
"I-
we need to- I wanna be able to smell your arousal all night... I want the air
to be drenched in you- you have no idea how... incredible it is- to inhale your
mate's desire... I want us to be *so* close, all night long... just begging for
each other. Can you imagine how incredible it'll feel later?"
I
sigh and lean back against the wall, careful not to ruin my hair. I just had to
fall for someone who liked to torture himself. But if it's what he really
wants...
I
nod. "Let me... clean up a little, and then we can go to the casino,"
I say, and then turn and walk back to the bathroom.
I
straighten my clothes and walk to the bathroom to knock on the door.
"You're not getting yourself off in there, are you?"
I
roll my eyes and open the door. "No," I say, as I continue to clean
the cum off my thighs and sex. "*You* will get me off later," I say
with a smile over at him. "But this dress is silk and I'm not going to get
it all ... sticky." Okay, that's better. "All right. Just let me get
*another* thong and then we can leave."
"No
thongs," I say as I grab her arm. "I wanna be able to pet you without
anything in the way... that's why we *bought* this dress. Remember?" I slip
my hand under the shortest side and slip three fingers into her sticky, wet
sex.
I
moan and pull away. "This dress is silk and I'm *not* getting any cum
stains on it. You can manage just fine, around the thong," I say firmly,
sticking my tongue out at him as I walk past him and to one of my bags.
I
open it and find another thong, slipping it on quickly. "Okay, we can go
now."
"Fine,"
I growl. "I'll just rip it off later and you can shove it your purse.
Let's go," I say as I hold out my hand. "Feel like catching a bite
first, or do you wanna have some *cock*tails as we play?"
I
roll my eyes at him again. "Whatever," I shrug as we walk to the
door. "I'm a little hungry, but not starving."
"Okay,"
I say as we get into the elevator. I take the time to press her intimately
against the elevator wall and start to make my way under her dress for her
thong.
"Someone
has a prezzie," I sing playfully as I slide one finger under the thong.
One finger is all I need to rip it from her body.
"Spike,
behave," I ... well, it was pretty close to a growl, actually. He quirks
an eyebrow at me and I add, "You *will* *not* rip the thong off. I said
this dress was silk and I didn't want cum stains on it later and I *meant*
it."
One
thing he has *got* to learn about me is I really care about how I look. And
when I put *this* much effort into creating this image tonight, he damn well
better not mess with it. It's too important to me that I look perfect tonight,
to meet Mia and Anton. I thought he would understand *that*.
"I
promise I'll lap it up before you get any stains on it," I say sweetly,
but she damn-near growls again.
"FINE,"
I half-growl, half-pout.
The doors
open. "We gotta stop at the front desk to make sure they forwarded the
money."
I
follow him over to the desk and the desk clerk is busy on the other end.
"Hey," I say, trying to get Spike's attention. He refuses to look at
me, pretending to be waiting for the desk clerk. "God, Spike, I didn't
mean..." I forget sometimes how sensitive he is.
Okay,
here I go, trying to explain. "Spike, you *know* it really turns me on
when you do the cave-vamp thing and rip ... things... off. But not when I'm
about to meet the two people who mean so much to you. I told you I don't want
them to see me and think slut, I want them to see me and think I'm ... good
enough for you."
"I
know," I nod. "I just... wanna smell you- you're driving me
crazy," I whimper softly. "I can smell your hormones and they're
driving me *insane*..." I slip an arm around her waist and down to her
ass, which I grab. "And in what world would you *not* be good enough for
me?"
"In
a world where people adore you as much as I... do." Well, that was sappy. Something
I'm usually not. But oh well, it's out there. Might as well just deal with it.
And
if he says anything, I'll just blame it *on* those hormones. I am PMS-ing, and
I can blame pretty much anything on that.
"They
are gonna *eat* *you* *up*," I say before pressing a kiss to her lips.
"Eh
em, Sir?"
"Yes,"
I say to the clerk. "Was there any problem with the money?"
"No,
Sir. Your credit is established in our casino as well as our sister casinos in
the city. Enjoy."
"I
will," I say. "Let's go, Pet. Daddy needs a new pair a' Docs."
I
take his hand and we walk outside. "So where are we going first?" I
ask. "And are we walking or driving?"
"Walkin'
down the street. I wanna check on something first, if that's okay."
"That's
fine," I agree. The weather is just perfect, and these shoes are
comfortable enough for walking. And I feel so relaxed, right now, surprisingly
enough. I should probably be worried about Penn, but I can't seem to even
remind myself he's a danger. I know he *said* he was in Monte Carlo, but he
hasn't shown himself yet... so maybe he was just blowing steam. Trying to scare
me, like Spike said earlier.
And I
just won't give him the satisfaction of ruining our vacation, like that. Spike
makes me feel safe, so as long as we don't run into Penn, I'm going to pretend
he doesn't even exist. Instead, I'm going to focus on the fact that I'm in this
incredible place with the man - vampire - that I love.
I pull
her down a darkened alley, toward a club.
I know- surprise-
a dark alley! Big shocker there, but... There it is.
"Come
on. This'll just be a few minutes." I pull her through the door to the
demon bar, and as far as demons go- this place is more up-class than L.A..
I pull
her up to the bar and sit down. "Est-que tu parles ingles?" I ask the bartender.
"Oui,
yes. What is it... you want?" He asks, setting up two glasses. He fills
them with fresh human blood and pushes them toward me. "For the sir and
his lady."
Gross.
I'll just let Spike drink the blood. I don't *drink* blood. Well, Spike's yes,
but... ANYway...
I
turn and look around. This place is a little bit different from the club in
L.A. There's still a lot of kissing and ... blood drinking, but they're more
classy about it here. No people in cages, but they're guarded by what I assume
are vampires who are told to ... protect them or whatever. I still don't quite
understand all of it, but it doesn't freak me out as much anymore.
I glance
over to one table and see him... Felipe. I down the two glasses of blood and
whisper, "come on," before pulling her toward the table.
"Ah-
Spike! Come back, I see!" He exclaims as he thrusts up into the girl he's
currently... thrusting into.
"We're
in town for the race and games. I'm... looking for some information."
"I'm
looking for a hot woman to fuck me. We can't all get what we want, Spike. You
know that." The girl starts to whimper, but he smacks her face and growls.
"Gonna
help or shall I beat it out of you?" I growl softly. I *hate* men who hurt
women that way. There's a difference between being rough and *hurting*. He
always crosses the line- if he even knows where it is.
He scans
Cordelia's body and then says quickly, "She could fuck it out of me,"
he offers.
That's
it. I growl before grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket. The girl hops off
him as I haul him up off the floor. "Listen, you little *pillock*," I
say as I hold his throat. "I need some information. And I'm only gonna ask
*once*." I grab his cock and start squeezing painfully. "Now- gonna
help?"
He gasps
and starts nodding emphatically. Damn- if only he wasn't the world's best (and
worst) snitch.
"What?"
He gasps as I drop him to the floor.
"Clan
Donovan. They in town? Or is it a ploy?"
He nods.
"They're here alright," he says. "And Clan Revail is none too
happy about it. Donovan's been itchin' to take them over for a long time, you
know that. Why the worry?"
"Because
they're tryin' to take *us* down too. And they might- have inside knowledge of
our clan. Any news of that?"
"The
runt? No."
He's
telling the truth- I can tell. "If you... I'll be back in a couple
days."
I take
her hand and we start to walk out... when I see (out of the very corner of my
eye) a familiar pair of eyes staring at me.
I whip
around and drop her hand as I approach the darkened corner with the eyes.
I
really hate being left to myself like that. Especially when I've got ... too
many eyes on me. But I'm a big girl and I can handle myself, and besides,
Spike's just a few feet away....
I
walk back over to the bar, and stand with my back against it. I'm still being
stared at, leered at, etc, but at least nobody will sneak up on me. I glance
over to the corner where Spike is, and I really hope he hurries.
"Hello,
my dear. I haven't seen you in here before," a male vampire asks as he
walks up and stands *way* too close to me. He's got a slight Spanish accent,
but otherwise he speaks English pretty well. "Are you ... taken?" He
touches the scar on my throat and I knock his arm away. "Calm down, I
wouldn't hurt you," he says. "But others would, you should be
protected."
I
roll my eyes at him. "Oh, let me guess... you'll do that? Get lost."
Where the fuck is Spike? "Hey!" I grab his hand, when he slips it up
under my skirt, and then shove him away. "Was it the 'get' or the 'lost'
you didn't understand?" I demand.
I manage
(or he lets me) get so close... I pin him against the wall- pressing intimately
against him. "Hello, Noah... been a while."
"Yesss,"
he hisses as he starts to stroke me. "Indeed it has, Willll."
I lean
forward and lick the corners of his mouth before saying, "You *wanted* me
to find you... so here I am..."
"Yessss...
here you... are..." he starts kissing down my throat, but I pull away.
"What? Don't wanna play, Will?"
"*You*
aren't supposed to be anywhere *near* me and you *know* it," I remind him.
"I
can't help it, Will... I *felt* you in town... I... needed you, like
always."
I press
my lips against his and kiss him deeply, leaving him practically breathless
before saying softly, "Where *is* he, Noah?"
Jerk
number one limps off after I show him just how well I can defend myself. But
Spike is going to pay for leaving me here all alone. Especially since I seem to
have attracted even *more* attention now. Damn it.
I start
toward the corner where Spike disappeared to, when the vamp from earlier, who
told Spike about the impending clan wars, steps into my path. "Going
somewhere?" he asks, his eyes traveling my body in that same way that Penn
did last time I saw him.
"No,
but you're going *away* from *me*, unless you want Spike to kick your ass
again," I say, trying to look past him to the corner I saw Spike wander
off to.
"Hey,
I'm not going to hurt you, we're all family here," he says with a smile,
sliding closer to me. I back up a little, and he does it again, and again, and
soon he's got me backed up against the bar. "I can keep you amused while
Spike's busy," he adds, reaching for me. I knock his hand away and kick
him in the shin. "That's uncalled for!" he growls and grabs my arm.
"Someone needs to teach you some manners."
"Leave
her alone," someone growls and grabs jerk number two, throwing him to the
floor. John. That's a relief, almost as much as if Spike had come to my rescue.
He kicks jerk number two, hard, in his groin, while he's down. "Felipe, I
should have known it would be *you*, and I should stake you now for
disrespecting my master's mate in this way. But I think Master Spike would
rather have the honor himself."
Felipe
tries to get away, but John slams his boot down hard on Felipe's ribs, hard,
pinning him in place. "You're not leaving," he tells Felipe calmly.
Then he turns to me. "Are you all right, Mistress?" he asks, a
worried expression on his face. "He didn't harm you, did he?"
"No,"
I say, shaking my head. "He was just being a creep. Thanks for --"
"Don't
thank me, I was doing my duty," he interrupts me. "Master Spike is
around, yes?"
I
nod. "He's ... talking to somebody, I guess."
He tries to
kiss me again but I turn my face and deny him. "Where *is* *he*?"
"God,
Will… I can't…"
"*Where*
*is* *he*, Noah?" I say as I grab his cock through his pants.
"Ohgod,
please…" He tries to thrust into my hand or grind against it, but I just
squeeze harder.
"WHERE?!"
I growl.
"With
Donovan… he's… ohgod… please…"
"Where?"
I whisper as I nibble his ear.
"I
don't… know…" he whimpers.
"Okay,"
I say. "I'm sorry," I tell him before slamming his head against the
wall behind him, knocking him unconscious. I just got a plan.
And a
pretty effin' *good* plan, I think.
I look
down at him and I do feel bad... he was- what's that?
I
smell... I inhale deeply again and- her fear!
Fuck!
I whip around
and rush over to where I smell is originating from... and she's with John...
"LUV!
ARE YOU OKAY?!" I pull her into my arms.
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