NAME: Kirk Baldridge
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TITLE: All About Us
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, names, places, etc. They all belong to Kim Harrison, and I would just like to take this opportunity to thank her for creating them.
FANDOM: The Hollows
PAIRING: Rachel/Ivy
RATING: K+
SUMMARY: Al is in hiding, while Rachel finally gets the answer to one of her questions.
SPOILER: Sequel to You Don't Always Get What You Want and Sometimes You Get What You Need. It is set an undetermined amount of time afterBlack Magic Sanction. You need to read at least Sometimes first, because I'm not going to give too many explanations, so if you haven't read the story before this you probably aren't going to understand everything that's happening here.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: For the sake of clarification, My Immortal and its sequel, Through Her Eyes, are a separate timeline from my other four Hollows stories, which-if you wanted to read them all-belong in the following order: You Don't Always Get What You Want, Love and Vampires, Disturbing, and Sometimes You Get What You Need.
Rachel Morgan ducked under the fist that had been coming straight at her head.
"Is that the best you can do?"
She twisted her lower body and swung her legs around in one fluid movement, intending to sweep kick out her attacker's feet, but the living vampire reacted by simply leaping straight up in the air.
"Oh come on!"
The witch's red spandex bodysuit was soaked with sweat, and she was breathing more heavily than she liked.
"You're not even trying."
Across from her, Ivy Tamwood smirked. Her black bodysuit was bone dry, and her breathing steady.
"Were I really trying, dear heart, you would already be dead."
Rachel knew Ivy was right. On a purely physical level, she could never compete with the average living vampire. Her martial arts training might allow her to outmaneuver an unskilled one like Skimmer, but even she was capable of moving faster than the eye could follow and punching like a truck. This was exercise for Rachel, and a distraction for Ivy.
"Maybe. You realize, of course, things would be very different if I could do this my way."
Ivy arched an eyebrow. "Is that a fact?" She crossed her arms. "Okay. Show me."
"All right." Rachel threw a rather clumsily obvious left that she knew Ivy could block in her sleep, shifting her weight at the last possible moment to bring up her right leg for a kick to the midsection. It didn't surprise her at all when Ivy ignored her arm completely and instead brought her own hands down to deflect her foot. She smiled. This put the vampire slightly off balance. Drawing on the ley line energy she held spindled within her, she unleashed an invisible blow that knocked Ivy backward.
Hitting the wall hard enough to knock the breath out of anyone else, the vampire grunted. "Ouch." She would have just as quickly counterattacked, but was surprised to find she could not move. Her warm brown eyes, ringed with black, widened slightly. "What are you doing?" She felt the left strap of her spandex suit slide down her shoulder. "Rachel?"
"I told you." Rachel smirked as she did the same with Ivy's right shoulder strap. "My way."
Ivy's breath quickened as her breasts were exposed. "My wicked witch. You do know how to torment me."
"Just wait." Rachel licked her lips. "You haven't seen anything yet."