A demoness awakens I

Disclaim: The charas are not mine, they belong to Kim Harrison and her Hollow series. I like the books very much and the relationship between Algaliarept and Rachel is sounding so promissing that I couldn't withstand the temptation to write that fic.

WARNING: Spoilers from "Black magic santion".
Pairings: (slightly) Rachel / Pierce and Rachel / Al
Charas: Rachel / Al / Pierce
Summary: Rachel gets a visit from Pierce who triggered her inner demon, which ended up with a pissed off Rachel, an angry demon and a scared shitless witch. If Rachel thought her life couldn't get much more screwed up, she was obviously wrong.

Please enjoy.


A demoness awakens I: When instincts take over

- Rachel -
I awoke in darkness. Again I had slept through the whole day. What was wrong with me? Okay sure, the last week had been hell. The coven had tried to give me a lobotomy and all. But shouldn't I be accustomed to people attempting to kill me by now?
Apparently I wasn't as used to it as I thought.

I showered and walked into the kitchen for a coffee. The church seemed still; Ivy must have been on a run, and maybe she took Jenks for backup.
I sighed and opened the fridge for some leftovers, finally going for yesterday's chicken salad. I felt a shift of air pressure and turned around to see who would be so rude as to jump directly into my kitchen. I opened my mouth to give that person a piece of my mind.

And there he was, Pierce. He smiled at me and passed me a mug of coffee.
"Good evening, mistress witch," he said, while I took the coffee from his hand and sniffed the delicious liquid in the cup.

"Hi Pierce." I felt myself smiling in return.
"And stop calling me that. We 're far too intimate for that formal stuff by now." I sipped the coffee, his usual gift.
"Ahhh, that's good." I closed my eyes in bliss.
"How is the ever after?" Okay, my real question was, how was Al taking the news of Pierce and me being an item? I half expected the demon to act like his regular nasty self, and beat Pierce to pulp.

"So far, so good; he is absent right now." I raised my eyebrows.
"What do you mean by absent? You didn't try to kill him again, did you?" My voice sounded displeased even to me. He shook his head.

"No, I didn't. He simply hasn't shown up at home, ever since that night, my lady," he said, drinking some of his coffee and eyeing me over my own cup. Our eyes met.
"I can't help myself, but this doesn't sound good."
"Why not? Rachel, he isn't going to kill me. He can't. Newt would take him apart"

"Great! And after she is done with Al, I would be next in line. I have enough problems as it is, I don't need a crazy demoness wrecking my parade."
Pierce sighed and put his coffee down, sliding his arms around me and pulling me to his chest. He smelled of redwood, the characteristic witch scent.
"I would fight Death himself to be with you. What's one or two demons for me?"

"So much for realism." I said dryly, not willing to extract myself from his arms.
"Rachel, one body would think you don't believe me"
"Oh yes I do, but I think you're overestimating yourself."

He laughed out loud and pressed his lips to mine.
"I assure you I'm fully capable of protecting myself and you from any danger."
He sounded so strong, so … well, so sure of himself. I wanted to believe it with every fibre of my being. But if I have learned one thing in my life, it was that false security was life threatening.
So his certainty was making me feel anything but certain. He raised my chin, so I would look into his eyes.
"Rachel trust me", he pleaded, laying feathery kisses on my cheeks.
Even against better knowledge, I gave in to his charms. But it felt so good to forget the world for a few hours and simply enjoy myself.

He must have sensed my lust, because he was grinning that absolute male smile, that thing a man only does when he is very sure of the woman in front of him. My own smile mirrored his.
"I assume we are without company, Rachel? What do you think about a little power-pull?"

"Ohhh, yes." I said, drawing his scent to me, opening my mind to the line and filling my chi.
Simultaneous he was doing the same. We started slowly with a kiss. Then we traced each other's outlines while we let the line energy run through us.
Heat pooled in my middle, and I hustled him to the island corner, as we kissed each other wildly.

He pulled away and looked me in the eyes.
"Be warned, my lady, this is going to be more than a mere power-pull." That was my only warning before he traced his fingertips over my neck, sending trickles of line imbalance through me. I gave myself to the sensation and let the line merge with my aura, becoming one it. He peeked down at me and kissed me again.

"God Rachel you look incredible while communing with a line." His kisses were getting more and more determined. I wanted him.
He was so fantastic, so experienced and smelled so good. I wanted him to take me right where I stood. Pierce touched my breast, and I moaned slightly.

The line gave a sudden pulse, which made me pause for a second. Then it felt normal again. Inwardly I shrugged and gave myself to the sensation again, simply feeling his fingers, his lips, his legs and muscled chest. He touched my face with one hand and my knee with the other. I knew what he was doing and gasped as he drew a line through me.

And there it was again, the strange pulsing.
"Pierce, the line is pulsing." I said slowly and dizzily, slightly worried.
"Everything is perfectly fine, Rachel." he responded.

He was the ley line witch of us, so he should know when something was going wrong; I trusted his judgement. Pierce lifted my shirt and dropped it to the floor, baring my bra covered breasts to the world. His tongue traced the boundary of my bra, which made the sensation even more intense. This time I screamed as the line raced through me with that strange pulsing. It was pain, but there was somewhat pleasure in it too. I leaned into him and raked his back with the sudden desire to inflict pain on him. He gasped slightly and grounded his hips against me. It wasn't enough. I wanted more, more of his body and more aggression.

'Claim me!' whispered something inside of me, and this thought spread all over the line. It was answered by the next pulsing, which left me screaming cause to its intensity.
An erotic growl escaped my throat; it seemed to run through him like a wave. Gripping my shoulders, he pushed me down on the island corner while his other hand wiped everything off the surface. It felt good, this bit of male domination. But those weren't exactly my thoughts, were they? Something was wrong. His fingernails teased my breast, pulling the fabric from my nipple, almost not touching it.

A flash of line through my body and mind again, leaving me writhing.
'Do it, do it NOW!' the strange presence in me purred via the line.

Pierce reacted to it instantly. He opened my jeans and pulled them down with more force than needed. I liked this very much; a good male he was, something that was worth my while. My fingers found his hair and used it to pull him down to me roughly. He groaned in pain, but he was following my lead. I began sniffing his neck like an animal, hunting for his scent, expecting it to make me even hotter for his touch, but somehow it did the exact opposite. It simply didn't feel right.

'Wrong! He smells wrong! Move!' My mind hissed at him.
My hand left his hair and with a sudden flash of line energy, he hit the wall on the other side of the kitchen.
I sat there covering up my breasts, totally puzzled. What had just happened? I shivered from the line's pulsing, which was still coursing through me. At least I was a bit more myself now. 'What the hell was going on?'

'Damn it, I want it. Give it to me. Give it to me now!' The strange voice screamed at me. Pierce slowly opened his eyes, staring at me like I had sprouted a second head.
"Rachel?" He sounded unsure with his pained voice, which left me shaking again. Double damn. Why was his pain turning me on? Something was utterly wrong with me.
"Your... eyes... they are black!"

'Black eyes ... since when were my eyes black?' He must have seen the astonished look on my face, because he added: "Yes, like Ivy's or Newt's."
The last name sent a cringe through me.
"Don't say HER name." I hissed and jumped from the island corner, ready to walk over to him. But my jeans were in the way, so I had to put them on properly first.

"Stay where you are, Rachel." He warned me, while he got his feet under him, an stood almost instantly.
That reaction puzzled me, and my steps faltered a bit.
"I don't want you near me. You have been messing with my mind! It appears that you even stripped me off my free will. You never did that before. Rachel, why?" he accused me.

That managed to hurt my feelings, and with that a sudden painful pulse ran through me. A desire for revenge appeared in my thoughts.
'Teach him his place', the pulsing whispered to me, overwriting my worry with the next pulse of pain and lust.

"You have been messing with me too. All demon with the lines ... but only witch in smell. Which kin do you belong to, little liar?"
I growled, but this time there was nothing erotic in it. My motions changed to seductive and liquid. Just like Ivy's when she lost it.
'Had I lost it? Definitely!'

He retreated from me.
"Stay there, I mean it!" He formed his fingers in awkward figures and I felt him reach for a line. My line!
'Damn she turned demon on me!' His voice echoed through my mind, tasting of his fear. Something in me screamed at this realization, but it was too unreal, too far away.
"You are not going to order me around in my own house, witch!" I yelled at him as he finished his line spell.
"Rachel don't make me do this," he pleaded, sounding lost.

"Know your place." A pulse ran through me, made me spread my fingers and a black ball of ever-after came to rest in my hand.
'Strange, I didn't even think of an invocation.'
His face looked utterly shocked at that, which made me grin in a very nasty way. I took a step in his direction and he threw his spell at me.
The next pulse hurt badly, but my will was with it and my hand came forward. A sheet of ever-after expanded between Pierce's petty, useless spell and me.

"Holly mother of Mary. You're indeed one of them," he hissed and stepped backwards, onto the sacred ground of my church, not once showing me his back.
'Kill him. Make him suffer,' the pulse of the line spoke to me.

The protection-spell vanished instantly, and everything seemed to happen at once. The air-pressure shifted, which meant someone just jumped into my kitchen again, as uninvited as my first guest.
I would deal with that later, after I was done here.
'I'll be damned before I let them treat me with this much rudeness.' My hand with the black charm raised itself.
I threw the thing at Pierce, but sadly someone caught my arm in the middle of the movement, which made me miss my target.

The person holding my hand pulled me toward him.
"Don't kill my familiar, Rachel." Somewhere in my mind I observed that this voice was known to me. But nevertheless, this uninvited intruder was going to pay for making my spell miss and his disrespect.
"How dare you?" My voice dropped an octave and sounded pissed, carrying a promise of pain and death with it. I jerked my wrist out of his hold. He'd just hit number one on my to-finish-off-list.

He drew in a sudden breath as I fixed my eyes on him.
"Damn my dame, I knew something was erroneous." Al's cultivated British accent sounded shocked, and before I was able to react he recapture my arm.

"Get your filthy hands off of me, demon!" I growled at him with a commanding voice full of rage.
The line energy entered me unprepared. My knees almost gave way as a moan of desire crossed over my bared teeth.
He turned me around in his grasp, so that his front was touching my back, jerking us to the island corner and smacking my head into the stony surface.

Pain exploded in my mind, turning me subdued under him. My nose started bleeding. A low grumble rose from my throat. I was going to kill Al and I wanted him to realize his mistake before I did so. No one had the right to hit me. No one!

Fingers slid through my red curls, and then he pulled my head up by the hank of hair he was holding.
"What do we have here? You would better try to calm down, Rachel, or I'll hurt you more than necessary." He promised darkly.
I reached for the line, preparing to use his body as a transfer medium. I would roast him good!

He sensed what I was doing and uneasiness spread through his thoughts.
"Well, capital. She's lost it! Shit!" That sounded odd coming from the aristocratic demon.
I felt the change of Al's tactics. His grip on my hair grew harder and he leaned into my back, his hip touching mine while his scent entered my system.
'Right! This is right. I want it. I want you. Do me!' the line pulsed again.
I fought its command as best as I could and lost cause to Al's next words.

"You're safe with me Jariathjackjunisjumoke." He whispered my summoning name into my ear like it was an endearment. How was this possible? I never gave it to a demon, but having him speak my name like that sent a surge of red-hot passion through me. It made me moan loudly. The pain from my skull added to the mind-numbing sensation.
'Good Lord, what is happening to me?'

He pressed his hips firmly against my butt, raised my upper body from the cold surface and leaned against me again. He sniffed my neck, and his tongue slipped over my skin, sending powerful bolts of longings to my groin.
I scratched the stone surface under me, licked the blood from my nose off my lips and pushed my rear against his middle section.
Shit, it never had felt that good, not so much that it was able to rob me of all self-control I possessed.
"You smell so good, so ready for me." His hissing into my ear amplified my need for his touch even more.
"Will you accompany me to my rooms, my dear Jariathjackjunisjumoke?" A hardening bump pressed against me as his voice turned husky.

My mind blanked for a second, the pulsing of the line grew stronger. In unison with it one word escaped my lips.
"Yes!"

Al kept his hand in my hair while the other removed my bra, kneading my breast carefully. What a difference to his earlier treatment, but one that made me feel like liquid fire.
'God, take me!' The words sounded like my voice, but if I had been in my right mind, I would have never sought his touch.
Hot fingers started to play with my nipples, while he sent new line energy into my body. I swear if he hadn't been holding me upright, I would have fallen to the floor.

Totally at peace in his arms, I watched Al's eyes shift to the shocked witch on hallowed ground.
"Gordian Nathaniel Pierce, I have a task for you. Do not fail me in this one, or I will give you to her when she finds out that her condition is your fault." He growled, which made me rub my bottom against his bulge in submission.
I wanted nothing more right now than that damn male to hurry up. A low hiss escaped his lips, affirming that my actions were wearing his self-control thin. My lips formed a grin of success.
"Go and find some contraception device, spell or whatever you can find. Make sure it's functional and bring it to my bedroom before I lose my will to fight her allurement."
Pierce just blinked at him, like his brain refused to work correctly.

"Do you understand my order?" His voice dropped an octave, sounding so much more dangerous than before. It made me press harder against him. I didn't want him angry with me, and I clearly didn't want him this damn distracted.

My eyes opened and my gaze found the witch's stare. He seemed to wake up from some sort of spell, his face pale like snow. I snarled at him, he just nodded and jumped out off my kitchen.
Line energy warped around my soul, and took me with Al through the lines to a room I had never seen before.


Hi all Rachel Morgan fans. Hope you enjoy that fiction. And that it isn't to much OOC.
It's about Rachel and Al, even if there is a bit of Pierce in it. I don't particular like that chara, but it was the only way to trigger the problem in a plausible way, since Al and Rachel hitting the sheets seems a bit of unreal from the storyline of "Black Magic Sanction"
(Even if it sounds more likely with each book, God I'm longing for a scene with them ^^)

Thanks for helping me with my english Shimaira.