Characters and Alternative Reality belong to Kim Harrison. I am not Kim Harrison. Daydreams and future perversion belong to me.
Warning Future: explicit sex scenes, violence, fowl language, dubious consent, slavery, seduction, angst, sorrow, loss, blackmail, humiliation, really slow updates, etc.
My mind can come up with some very disturbing things in ways that make me feel they are essential to the story.
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Sorry for Short Chapters, Long Chapters, Late Updates, and Constantly switching things around.
After reading Ever After, I found myself having to revamp my other fanfic Demons Return. Most of my plans for the rest of this story is still in place though I'll have to change some things around. Hopefully, I will continue them both. There will be quite a lot of overlapping between the two stories. Some readers may want to stick with just one over the other.
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What happened to my vow to start being smarter about my decisions? I mused as I made my way around the sewer tunnels, enshrouded by toxic fumes, searching for a rampant hundreds of years old undead vampire, alone. Jenks was anxiously going from man whole to man whole, marking my pace. The poor pixy had dropped one foot into the tunnel after me and had promptly fainted from the noxious stench. I'd thankfully been able to catch him before he sank into the muck. The quickly approaching summer was not helping with our search; it was currently suck on molten sludge mode.
I'd given Nina my room in our once again re-sanctified church, Ivy was with her at the church to protect her incase walkie-talkie man, A.K.A Ohem, the vampire I was currently chasing after, tried once again to take back his maltricent child. Rynn Cormel, our city's leading undead vamp, had been twice angered that he had been forced to share his children with the fallen undead and then again when their violent blood sacrifice had not been enough to sate the bereft vampire. Ohem had not gone out to meet the sun that morning, but had somehow managed to slip into the underground tunnel system beneath Cincinnati. Mindless, he'd attacked me, and run from me when I drew a line through his centuries old ass. Right through a sewer, which unfortunately could let out into several other sub tunnels with several different access points. I got to follow after him, glad that my waterproof, disposable coveralls would keep the heated muck off me, though I still planned to throw out the entire outfit once I'd found the dead rat.
It was unsure whether or not the vampire would remain revenant after dark or not, but I wanted him caught now, before he was free to attack our church. I still had to go back sanitize before readying for the funeral prosession. Not to mention I was supposed to have packed up some stuff to make room for Nina and move in with Trent, at least while Quen and the girls were gone. I wasn't sure what I was going to do now that Elsabeth had came back with the girls for the ceremony. We didn't particularly like each other. Though, we could have started off on the wrong foot. What with her finding me soaking naked in her bathroom and promptly gone to tell off her fiancé, assuming I was a prostitute. The way she'd glossed over all the scraps and bruises made me wonder exactly what kind of sex the billionaire was into. No, bad Rachel!
I eventually came to the first fork - each path looked equally disturbing. I prayed as I opened my second sight that I might be able to trace a residual energy path from where my own aura had impacted his in our little scuffle – a trick the IS had just learned and that Jenks and I had crashed a seminar on at the first hit of spring. There was a faint trace for me to follow, but what I saw in the mirrored everafter distracted me from it. There were cameras and raised wheeled chairs pointed straight at me. A demon with a bulbous news microphone was dictating into his prop while his voice was pumped into the surrounding crowd. I saw an enormous mega screen in the background and had a nice view of my own mouth dropping open in surprise and then of myself gagging, trying to learn to breath around the stench.
Great, I was a demon reality show. I had better be collecting royalties for this.
I hurried after the trace and tried to ignore the itchy feeling between my shoulder blades. I only had an hour or so before twilight, and I had no way of knowing what would happen from there. I wanted the parasite bagged so Ivy's and Nina's overly stressed pheromones wouldn't overwhelm me when I got home. I had no wish to test my new found resilience against vamp pheromones on two emotional, edgy roommates, and a new live in lover.
I caught up to him waiting impatiently just before the squares of light let in my the manhole I was pretty sure lead up to Eden park, where I'd had a picnic once with Kisten before he'd died twice to protect me from Ivy's former undead IS boss. Black eyes turned at the sound of my feet shuffling across the concrete walk. No one was home.
My head cracked back against the curved wall, and I was out.
