He had a plan. Not an excellent one mind you, but a plan none the less. And before the night was out, it would have to be enough. Sure, it was going to piss off all the wrong people. It usually did when you violated a precious rule. Especially like kidnapping a person from the Light; as if he gave a flying fuckwit.
No, he'd have to lay low for a spell, one or two decades tops.
But, a colleague of his, that owed him a favor, was a dimensional gatekeeper. He'd just cash in his passport to Harlow, miserable chap he was, and all of the other loose ends would be sorted, well, kind of, as the need required. First and foremost though, speaking of needs…
Ever since he'd had the misfortune of shacking up with the unaligned succubus, before their defeat of the Geruda; his thoughts, dreams, and wank-fest fantasies kept straying to that little annoying gothic git of hers, and it was high time he did something real about it. There were only two things keeping them apart really. For one: and it was major, Kenzi was human (cue the gag reflex). For two: not really as important, she hated his guts and once tried to cut off his junk.
He sighed to himself at the memory, which constituted as flirting in his book.
She wanted him too, deep down. The poor girl was just in denial. So, it was actually a service he was doing her. Letting her be claimed by him. After all, he was one of the most powerful dark Fae in existence, wasn't he? So, why suffer to want, when he could just take? Giving choices was for pussies.
Vex grinned, nodding in agreement at his own brilliance, before looking down at his empty hands with a scowl.
He released a fist to slam down upon the bright shiny black veneer bar, "Are you a fucking retard mate?"
The staff knew better than to let his shot glass remain empty for more than a second. Automatic refills were a perk of being a club owner. This bartender, Finn, however was new. The short red haired, black skinned, pooka jumped, careless with the bottle of whiskey, splashing quite a lot as he poured his new boss a nip. He'd come highly recommended by the Morrigan. "Apologies sir…"
"Oh, what the bloody hell," Vex whined, swiping at the leather sleeve of his jacket, "now look what you've done." He should have known better than to listen to that bitch. "I thought you were supposed to be some menacing shape shifting goblin; not an incompetent munchkin halfwit."
Finn frantically tried to clean up the spill with a rag, only spreading it around even more, "Please forgive me sir, this is my first time being a barkeep, I'm sure to improve." His timid act wasn't fooling Vex, as he saw shrewdness behind the man's yellow eyes; time to whip it out apparently, and show the pooka who was who.
He flicked his wrists wickedly, causing Finn to pitch forward and start ramming the bar with his face. Each smack triggered the pooka to change forms. Bang, a harpy, bang, an owl, bang, a bridge troll. Vex clapped excitedly in amusement, "This game is fun!"
"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but I need you to sign these invoices."
It was Clarissa, his manager slash assistant; half demon, half pain in the ass. "Sure you do," he said with an eye roll, stopping his physical manipulation of Finn, "any other time it's a forgery, you're just spoiling my good time, admit it."
She preened with a Mona Lisa smile contradicting the innocent shake of her head, "I wouldn't dare."
Her prim and proper white pants suit (she just loved to be ironic) was a size too small on purpose, and with no chemise underneath, it was easy to distract Vex with her ample cleavage. He licked his lips, staring at the two red mounds (as all demons had that skin tone), straining to spring free, as she smirked; Finn returning back to his normal form, angry but with newfound respect for his master. Clarissa winked at the pooka.
"Anything else I should know before I open up? I received your email last night about a trip; will you be leaving tonight?" She handed him a pen, tossing her long high braid over a shoulder. It was pitch black and to her ass.
"Yeah," Vex chicken scratched his signature and threw the pen back at her, "You'll be running the lot of it while I'm gone. So don't screw it up."
"And just how long will might that be?" Clarissa asked with her eyebrow arched up in suspicion. She had a feeling this excursion was going to be lengthy. And there would be more than just liquor invoices to sign if that was the case. "The permits, your appointments with the Mayor…"
Vex raised a hand, shooing her, "Stop being such a bore, 'Rissa. It's no longer my problem, right? So be a good cow and shut it," he blew her a kiss and giggled before turning his head towards Finn with a growl, "No worries though," his voice dropped down an octave in warning, "I'm- always- watching…"
And with that, he vanished into a wake of blue mist; leaving them both seriously annoyed.
"A right fine ass, that one is." Finn spat, resuming to wipe down the bar vigorously.
Clarissa smiled again mysteriously and nodded in agreement, "Yes, he does have quite the fine ass, I agree."
The pooka coughed and sputtered, in denial and explanation, as she threw back her head with an evil cackle; her skin sparkling and coming to life in liquid fire. "Lucky for you half pint, I'm not the jealous type." Clarissa purred playfully, casting him another wink, as a forked tongue slithered out over her bottom lip, causing Finn to stomp a foot indignantly, wishing he were back home on the glen, now more so than ever.
That had not been what he'd meant, and the no good bitch knew it.
"Ah, to hell with it…"
She sobered knowingly, pleased with his choice of words, "Indeed."
"Hey, c'mon Bo, wake thy sweet ass up already."
Kenzi was tickling her best friend's nose with a peacock feather, perched a safe distance away, so as to jump off if need be, her queen sized bed. There had to be enough DNA on those sheets to write a CSI episode. So totally staying on the comforter was a must. Besides, her hot collared roommate had taken a long enough nap, and Kenzi was restless. Hello, it was almost ten o'clock- at night- on a Saturday. And she was not staying in, playing the spinster, just because Bo had already gotten her Chi fix from Lauren.
"Wake- up- damn- it," She howled, mimicking a starving wolf to the moon or Dyson for that matter, same difference. Kenzi laughed out loud over her own joke.
"Stooooppppp….it's not funny."
Bo wrinkled up her nose, twitching it like Samantha from Bewitched, while smacking her face to palm to rub the itch out. The feather having been snatched out of Kenzi's hands already. "I'm tired, and you would be too, if you actually did more than play robot hookers all the time." She pitched a pillow at her friend and flipped over onto her tummy.
"Purty pweeze, Bo-zee," Kenzi begged, doing her best to sound pitiful, "girls just wanna have fun, you know, and I want… no, I need, to get out of this house; party, dance, drink wine, flirt with sexy Fae boys, and eat some of Trick's cooking…" she paused, pretending to hurl, because last time the house special had been haggis, (ewww). "Okay, maybe a cheeseburger instead, just, come on."
Bo turned, sat up while extending an arm, pointing towards the exit. Oh, and her eyes were doing that creepy glow thing too, her voice all deep and auto tuned, "Get out."
Kenzi sprang back, landing onto the four inch heels of her black thigh high boots with all the balance of a cat with nine lives. She adjusted her pink wig and gave Bo the middle finger, her ice blue eyes bugged. "Jeez, chill out psycho, fine, I'll go."
The succubus returned the flip-off, "Good," and flopped back to the bed with a sigh, immediately followed by a soft snore.
This was totally becoming the norm of their relationship lately and Kenzi was getting miffed. She had no idea why, but it was like Bo hated her or something, and it hurt. Perhaps it was time to move on down the road, find her own gig, and give Bo what she seemed to want; a Kenzi free life.
Swiping away a stray tear quickly, so it didn't smudge her liner, she grabbed her purse and her dark purple leather half jacket. She went to grab her house keys on the coffee table, finding her hand hovering over them, as if something invisible had stopped her.
Instead, Kenzi straightened back up and turned full circle, soaking it all in.
Every memory of battles they'd fought together, drunken escapades they'd regretted the next morning, rainbow pedicures, and magical discoveries they'd shared right in that very space, all alive in her mind like a movie in slow motion.
Yeah, this sucked a fat sausage, but the time had come.
Resigned, she shut the door quietly behind her with a click, making sure to push the handle lock beforehand, hoping (maybe) Hale would be a peach and collect her stuff for her once she found a place to crash.
Kenzi strut down the porch stairs, only stopping one more time to whisper, "Good-bye." Not really expecting an answer, yet still disappointed, she shrugged, walking with a heavy sadness, a survivor's determination, and a newfound mission.
The keys stayed behind, right where she'd left them.
He was so close he could taste it; watching his prey from a far, and really digging the whole Japanese anime look. Kenzi had a flair for the more daring fashions, much like himself. Another reason to chalk it up to fate he felt, justified in what was to come. Two peas in a pod they were. And soon, real soon, she would see that too. Then finally these nagging fantasies of his might be quenched enough to give him peace. But, not right away. Vex had a suspicion she wouldn't easily bore him.
The Dahl wasn't overly packed, which meant it was still early. He'd purposely picked a table towards the far right corner, so he could observe without being too conspicuous. Trick knew he was there of course, and every few minutes gave him a distrustful glare. The blood king, even during the truce, never really cared for Vex. Not that he could understand why. He'd never done anything to the man personally. But, being overlord to the Dahl gave him no choice. Trick had to tolerate him or he would be breaking his own blood law of neutrality, in so providing a place for the Light and Dark to check in and mingle. Yet, his kind were hardly ever welcomed and one got used to it.
He raised his tankard of ale to signal the waitress, not straying his watchful eye from the small girl looking miserable at the bar once. Curiosity was killing him, but he had to be patient.
She looked like someone had stabbed her in the heart. A point in which, for some strange reason, had him seeing red. He also wondered why Trick didn't seem to be paying her much mind; weren't they close because of his granddaughter? If anything the powerful runt appeared to be avoiding her, displaying discomfort even. How odd
"Another one sir?"
"Yes," Vex absentmindedly handed over the empty to the blonde, when a light bulb flashed, "say you," he grabbed her wrist before she could trot off, "I've not seen your likes around here before, do you know me?"
"Um, no sir, should I?"
He gave her one of his more charming smiles, "Perhaps not sweetheart, and believe me that's to your advantage." She blushed, him still holding her arm hostage and tracing Celtic symbols on her skin with his thumb. "Could you do me a small favor though, for a boon of course?"
Vex magically produced a handful of coins; slipping them into a pocket of her green uniform apron.
"I'd be happy to," she said with a double meaning.
"Very good," his hand immediately left her, raking through his black crop of hair thoughtfully, all attention back on Kenzi. "See that woman all alone at the bar with the pink hair and gorgeous boots; could you be a love and deliver this envelope for me?"
The waitress's blush intensified with embarrassment at her misreading, making her bow her head to hide her cheeks, and want to get away from him as soon as possible. "Of course sir," she stammered, taking it from him, "any- any- anything else?"
He waved the back of a hand in dismissal, throwing out an afterthought instead of answering, speaking more to himself. "Why so glum little bird…?"
Vex stood up, needing to high tail it out of there before Blondie followed through. He wouldn't be going far, just the back alley, but for what he had set up, it couldn't be handled inside. He crossed his fingers Kenzi would take the bait and soon follow.
Yeah, then he'd have his girl and his questions answered, wouldn't he. Because nobody fucked with what was his, and whoever had hurt his pet like that was going to suffer a brain hemorrhage. Vex would make them do it to themselves with a power drill.
He could barely suppress clapping his hands as he crossed the threshold outside, or his erection for that matter. It would be like a little kidnapping gift to her before they quantum jumped.
"Who'd have thought," he mumbled aloud with a smirk, leaning against the brick face of a parallel building, about to light up a smoke. "She's making me a romantic."
A/N- This is an idea I had, still forming in my mind. Let me know if you're interested and I'll continue.
