Guns and Candy
By Aldrae
Rating T
Warnings: a few spoilers for EP 15-16. Some twincesty vibes.
Authors Notes: Drabble of sorts, (I tried to keep it short, but it just would not obey me.)
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"Anna."
His voice was soft. It usually was, but this time the softness was different. His breath tickled her neck as he stood behind her.
Her hands shook with a mixture of raw anger and other emotions she had no wish to name.
In an attempt to calm herself, she remembered her recent meeting with The Baby.
"What are you going to do when you meet your Brother…?" He had asked as he danced. He was cheerful, condescending and flippant; as if she was just another one of the many whores he did business with"… dressed like that?"
I know your secret…
The insinuation beneath the seemingly innocent question was infuriating; the covert accusation that she was simply out to seduce her own brother annoyed her more than any of them had expected.
You wanted a license to trade away your flesh. I wonder how much your brother would be willing to pay us for the goods you have to sell …
Dirty little secret…
His Freedom, perhaps? Maybe even his soul?
Bait, was she?
She had not meant to reveal she was armed… at least not so soon. But The Baby's question had made her angry.
There was a reason she had come here. Listening to this trash was not it.
"I have to kill him."
She had been so certain of that.
And now, he was here for her to kill. Her mind screamed at her to move.
She couldn't.
She could do nothing but stand there, frozen and trembling, despite how angry she was with him, and how badly she ached to turn around, place her gun under his jaw and ventilate his recidivist skull.
Not that it had worked the first time.
Rage, Revulsion, Hate, Fear…
His hands moved, touching her sides, moving forward gently to pull her body against his own. His hands were pale and warm against the dark, flimsy material of her dress. Long, slender, gun-calloused fingers moved lazily underneath the short skirt, grazing the skin of her inner thigh.
His scent surrounded her. His touch made her shiver with equal parts desire and self disgust.
Pain… Betrayal… Loathing… Obsession…
There was no difference anymore.
His fingers found the hilt of the derringer, strapped innocuously to her thigh. His thumb purposely…? accidentally…? brushed against the skin between the hilt of the gun and the edge of her plain, white, decidedly un-sexy panties.
They had taken away her automatic. But none of them had thought to search her for other weapons. No one had suspected there would be a tiny handgun strapped to her thigh, hidden underneath her dress.
A very special garter, designed solely for her darling, mass-murdering brother.
She supposed it should not have surprised her that he had known it was there.
"Good girl." He murmured. He let go, rearranging her dress with disturbingly maternal tenderness. "Don't use it yet. They won't keep you long"
She awoke with a start, heart pounding, and found herself still sitting in the back seat of the red Mercedes. The car had stopped.
Carefully, she got out.
"The Professor will see you inside." The driver said politely. The guards, with their concealed weapons and well cut suits, waited to escort her into the building.
She wondered if any of them knew just how soon they were going to die.
Nina suppressed the thought with a shudder. It was not a premonition. Dreams were just stupid, distracting things.
Right now, she had a brother to kill.
End
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