A quick author's note before we start:
This is my first attempt at a Dresden Files story and has been co-written by Wolfshade The Knight because of it. I've only been reading for about 6 months and have been reading the series backwards. A travesty, I know. But Ghost Story was all Wolfshade had on hand. The story was first written in an online chat format and is currently all in short-hand notes, so hang with us on the transition to a real story format.
This story is rated M for Mature Audiences only due to its graphic content of nudity, sex, extensive use of the F-word, sex, and lame jokes.
The timeline is set before Changes, with no specific references to the book. It is completely separate from the rest of the series from Changes onward.
Thanks For Reading,
MoreDucks.
She slides her pick into the lock of the door, jiggling this way and that. The actual lock was just one thing, the wards barring her entrance on the other side was a whole other ballgame. Marcone had warned her this one was... unusual. But the bastard failed to mention he was A REAL MOTHERFUCKING WIZARD. In the past, she had dealt with a few unruly mortals who had dug up some ancient tomes and threw words at her like knives. But a wizard? A true, bonafide one-of-a-kind, fire slinging, staff wielding, six foot tall power house? Now that was something new. The lock clicked softly and the door swung open just a notch. She could feel the power of the threshold humming as she put her hand against it. Crap, this will be a challenge. She sighs, reaching into her bag for a scroll.
Harry Dresden stands there at his lab table like usual, trying to work out a new spell. Something with a little more control and not so much "FUCK EVERYTHING IN ITS PATH" Magick. He pulls a book off the shelf behind him, ignoring the talking skull that resided on the same shelf Hmmm... maybe this will have what I need...?
"Ya know... you can't just make a spell like that... especially you, of all people, you are the expert of KABOOM after all."
"Shut up Bob!" Harry takes the book back to the table, flipping through the pages.
She places the scroll against the barrier, her fingers tracing the small outline of ancient symbols of power. The barrier weakens, enough for her to pass without... well, blowing to bits. She smooths her hair, taking a tentative step into the room. Her foot touches a chew rope. Fuck. A Dog. She scans the dark room, her eyes searching for anything giving away the presence of an animal. She gives a soft whistle, pulling a treat out of her bag. She takes another step.
Dresden scans over the contents of the tomb, then hears a the sounds of his "dog" Mouse walk towards the door. Mouse sniffs the floor, raising his head. "Mouse? What is it?" Harry put down the book.
"Maybe it's those hot twins with the giant ta-tas!" Bob chattered, his eyes glowing.
"Shut. Up. Bob!" Harry looks over his shoulder, for a moment, wondering when Bob had even had the time or the permission to leave his skull. He looks back to the huge floor rug he called a dog with a look of curiosity. "What's is it boy?"
She decides it's better if she draws the dog to her then stashes it somewhere. She whistles again, waiting for the dog. She slips on her gloves while she waits. To the untrained eye, they were just simple leather gloves. But in her hands? They were weapons of destruction, mayhem, and blood. She grins, hearing soft pads come towards her. Her hand seizes out, clamping onto a mass of fur. Her eyes widen and she stifles a gasp. What the... fuck? Dresden has a fucking bear as a pet!? She regains her composure, shoving the drug-laced treat into the mouth of the animal. The animal fights her and she practically jumps on it. It slowly relaxes, the drug having an effect. She stands, fixing her ruffed clothes. She turns towards the open door, realizing that this fucker had a fucking LAIR! She stifles a giggle this time, how cheesy. She sinks down the steps to his... lair.
He sets the book down, wondering where Mouse went off too. The giant animal never left his side.
"Mouse? Mouse?!" Dresden hops off his stool
"Oh by the way..."
"Bob! If you say one more thing about the twins, I'll kill you." Dresden picks up his blasting rob, heading towards the stairs.
"I'm already dead genius"
Harry rolls his eyes. "Mouse...?" He feels a twinge of terror strike him as the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Well... this can't be good...
She grins, seeing a shape block out the light at the bottom of the steps. "Mr. Dresden?"Her eyes sparkle with mischief and excitement.
He squints, seeing a non-bear-dog shape. "Yes...? I have a doorbell ya know."
She smiles wider, her teeth sharp. "Oh, well let me give you a ring. Impetus!" A forceful cold, fire fills the narrow staircase heading straight for Dresden.
His eyes widen, but his body reacts, jumping out of the way. The fire surges past him, setting the majority of his "lair" on fire. He grunts, getting up as fast as he can. "Well... maybe this will be Chicago's new hotspot." He chuckles at his joke, aiming his blasting rod at the woman. "FORZARE!"
She ducks the attack, stepping back into the apartment. She growls, the spell barely missing her. She takes a step into the view once more. Her fists clench, power gathering in her palm. She whispers, the room growing darker. "Opacis Oculis..."
Harry heads up the stairs cautiously, his blasting rod raised and aimed at the top. He readies his shield sensing an odd energy at the top. "Aw man... I just "cleaned" the apartment too."
The darkness was overwhelming, or it would be if her eyes weren't attuned to the spell. The room was darker than any night should ever be, but she saw through it clearly. She slides her knife out of its sheathe, ready to slice. Marcone wanted blood and pain. She takes a step to her target, now at the apartment level.
He reaches the top, seeing nothing but black. What the Hell...? A shroud? Harry Dresden sighs, then closes his eyes, opening his "Sight". He hated having to rely on this, whatever he sees he'll never forget. His Sight opens, allowing him to scan the room. He can see her standing there, something glinting in her hands.
"FOREZARE!" He releases another blast of sheer force, this time more precisely aimed.
She's unable to dodge the spell, her body thrown to the ground. She knocks over a lamp, her knife flying from her grasp. She grabs the other from her ankle sheathe, already rolling to her feet once more. She crosses the gap between them in a few bounds, slamming her body into his. She puts some magic behind the rush, her veil of black slowly dissipating.
He gasps, crashing into the wall. He feels the blood rush to his head, going dizzy from the impact. What the hell was that? It felt like a bus hit me... Dresden tries to get up, but his arm is dislocated, pain searing through his body. He takes a moment, forcing his arm back into place. "Hells Bells!"
She kicks his feet from under him, satisfied at the thump he made as the hit the floor. She settles her weight a top him, moving swiftly. Her knife drives down to his throat, her eyes meeting his. "Oh..." She hesitates, her eyes trapped in his... gorgeous pupils.
Harry looks up at her, regaining his senses. His head hurt, and his arm hurt even more. "Who the hell are you?" He stares into her eyes, curious to why he's still breathing instead of bleeding out on his living room floor, not that he minded right now.
Her blade presses to his neck, her mind a little foggy. She clears it, trying to pull her thoughts from his... handsome features to the task at hand. "Your Death, Mr. Dresden." She forces her blade a little harder against his throat. He was... charming... in a 'man marked for death by her boss' way.
He starts to gather energy readying for a counter attack. "And your boss is...? Never mind that, who are you, and when can I buy you dinner?" Harry grins, fearing he's probably dead now.
She cracks a smile. "Do they have Italian in Hell?" She settles her weight onto him, knowing it really won't do a damn thing. She was only 5'4'' and weighed in at about-Hey, a lady never reveals her weight. She senses his muscles coiling for another attack. She reigns her hormones, expanding her senses to hopefully smother his attack before he can muster it.
He grins some more, soon realizing his power was weakening, at most he'd only be able to blow-dry her hair. "Well I sure hope so, I'm famished."
She shakes her head. "You're quite the charmer... Too Bad I've gotta kill you. I wouldn't have minded a date."
She moves to slice his throat. A growl stops her. She turns. The Bear is AWAKE? The animal rushes her and she springs from her target's lap. SHIT.
Harry sighs in relief, he had been wondering when Mouse would get up. "There you are..." He gets up feeling his magick return to him. He faces her, ready for a counter attack.
She mumbles a few curses, stepping her way away from the animal and its owner. She contemplates her options. She couldn't leave with her tail between her legs, could she? Marcone would have her head mounted on his wall, her breasts mounted on a separate plaque in his bathroom- that pervert.
She twists the knife in her palm, thinking. "So... Too late for that date?"
He thinks for a moment, then looks to Mouse."You attacked my dog... and tried to kill me. And you offer me a date? Wow, I must be the ladies man of the century."
He keeps his blasting rod aimed at her. He mutters a few words, a sigil appearing on the ground where she stood. It was a ward, to keep anyone inside from getting out. "I think we'll talk, but first. Who IS your boss? And why am I wanted dead, again?" He thought to himself. This would be the third time this month.
She chews her lip, wondering just how she'd get out of this one. Well, she still had another scroll in her bag... but that one was to get out of the apartment. She just smiles at Dresden, sweetly. "Maybe it's that handsome face? Or those big, strong shoulders."
He smiles, taking a few steps closer to her, keeping his shield ready. Mouse snorts. Yeah right, Human. Dresden gives him a look. "Well, I'd agree mouse. Ok, enough witty banter, who is your boss?"
She sits, pulling her pack off her back. She takes out a water bottle, taking a sip. "Hope you packed a lunch. This will be an all-day event, considering I'm not talking."
Harry considers it then grins, pulling up a chair. "Well that's great because I just so happen to free today. Who knows? Maybe I can try a few new spells on you. Some are really fun, useless in combat though."
She gives him a look, fixing her shirt to reveal... a little more of her cleavage. Maybe she could distract him? "Well, I've got a 6 pm dinner reservation so we'll have to keep it short, key? I want to have time to wash blood out of my hair." She slips the bottle into her pack, her fingers curling the scroll.
He grins, then looks to his dog. Mouse gets up and plunges through the barrier, catching the woman off-guard and grabbing the scroll from her. "Oh would you look at that? I think dinner's been cancelled." He grins, sneaking a peek at her chest. Well endowed.
She growls at the dog, eying him. "And to think I sprung for the all-meat treats rather than the by-product chews to drug you. Fine." She makes a face, taking off her jacket and revealing her lace camisole. "What do you want to know?"
Harry nods to her. "Now we're getting somewhere. Good boy Mouse!" He gets up, moving to sit in front of her, about a foot of space is between them now. "Well first thing's first, lets start with your name."
She sighs, wondering if she should lie or if she should just use her real name. Well, she was just going to kill him afterwards. "Evelyn."
He smiles. "Nice to Meet you, Evelyn. Harry Dresden, Private Investigator and Wizard of Chicago. And No, I don't do parties." Mouse squints at her. "Now, who are you working for? I figure third time's a charm right?"
Evelyn eyes him, wondering if his lab was right under them. She taps her nails on the floor, listening closely. Would she chance phasing through the floor? "I'm sure you could guess. Chi-town's very own, John Marcone." She coils her muscles, preparing for a hard spell. She was sure she could keep it until she could find his lair. It would buy her some time.
He raises an eyebrow. Marcone? Are you kidding me? Out of all the supernatural bastards I run into every week, you think it'd be someone who actually had a good reason to kill him. Don't misunderstand, Gentleman John Marcone is one scary mortal, lord of the underbelly of Chicago. "Ok, so what why does he want me dead now of all times?"
Evelyn places her palm against the floor, concentrating. "I don't ask why, I just tell him how much I want for the contract." She looks up at him, a new plan forming. Slip under the ward, like a fence. She grins, but first some fun. Evelyn stretches, displaying her cat-like flexibility and large breasts.
Harry can't help but stare. After all, he was still a man. And, she? A woman with very large breasts. He felt like Bob: dirty. "Hells Bells... Having to deal with him again?"
He scratches his chin, thinking. He grins, having an idea, if she wants to play games he can too. Dresden mutters a few words sending a purple wave of energy her way, penetrating through the barrier and cloaking her body.
"I hope you like this new spell, I was bored one day and though this might come in handy. It's an aphrodisiac spell meant for interrogations."
"You're an ass-" Her eyes widen, her body awakening to the scent. She crosses her legs, her concentration on her spell broken. Evelyn curses him silently, her will slowly failing her. She growls. "Clever, is this how you get all your dates?"
Harry laughs, watching her with much enjoyment. "I'm sure it could get me a few, but it's newly developed, and I don't know how strong it's affects can get yet. So... this will make for an interesting day, don't you think?" He grins, pouring a little more Magick into the spell.
She squirms, not daring to show him anything. She chews her lip, trying to pull it together. The spell. Work on the spell. She places her palm to the floor again, spreading her magick. "If I tell you m-more... Will you stop!?"
Harry grins from ear to ear, sending another wave of energy at her, increasing the strength of the spell. "Well, that depends on what you tell me."
"Argh." The more Magick Evelyn pushes into her spell, the more it gets harder to fight the effects of his spell. It had gone from just a buzzing in her skull to full blown, physical arousal. She writhes a little, her insides begging for pleasure. She decides to lie. "The Why, The How, and the Bigger."
His brow raises in curiosity. "Oh? Please, do tell me everything." He sends a surge of Magick to her breasts, quite satisfied with this spell. Harry could see it was working, and much better than he expected.
"Ahh..." Evelyn can't tell if she's angry or amused at his spell. Marcone owes me DOUBLE. Her panties are now soaked. "The word... Its larger than him. White Council. Mmm... " She's almost done with her spell, it now seeping back into her skin from the floor.
He can see she's been working on something, what could it be he wondered. He Floods her senses with his spell, fueling the spell with much more power than before. "White Council... well, at least that's not a surprise... but I need to know more!"
Evelyn grips her jacket, struggling to keep her composure. He was working her so hard... She was close to her edge. "I wasn't able to g-gather much. I overheard Wardens before Marcone called me. 'Too Powerful, knows too much.' Generic 'Let's put a Contract out on him because we're too pussy-footed to take care of him ourselves' bullshit guys give me when they put out a hit. I don't ask, I just set the price."
"Hmmm..." Harry scratches his chin again. He laughs, almost amused at this. So... The Council puts out a hit using Marcone's services? Unlikely. She's lying. He keeps the Magick flowing, wondering how much longer until she gives in to her desires. The woman's will was strong, but she would break under this spell as long as she was under his control.
She makes her move, grinning sweetly. Evelyn suddenly falls through the floor with a whoosh, her boots hitting the floor from behind him. There she was again, free of his stupid ward. She snatches her knife. "Here we are, once more, my knife at your neck. We've just got to stop meeting like this."
She made a slight miscalculation in her escape. Well, two. One, his spell still had a hold on her... tight. Her body was shaking, trying to hold back as well as hold a knife to cut. Two... She left her shirt in the circle.
Harry Dresden tumbles out of his chair, leaping away from her. "You're resourceful, that's for sure, but you're already at your limit aren't you? So if I was to do this...?"
Evelyn cries out, sinking to her knees. Her senses were over-whelmed in ecstasy. "Y-you're. A. Deadman."
He twitches, sending her a new other wave, and another and another, just to prove his point. "Am I? Am I really?" He walks back to her, smiling innocently and clearly amused by this spell. It was funny. "Besides, it's a proven fact: Wise-ass Wizards are quite difficult to kill."
She fires off another spell, missing him by mere inches. Evelyn growls, standing on shaky legs as he reaches her. Harry grabs her by her arm. She grips him, her nails digging into him. She throws a punch to his jaw, knowing her Magick is spent. Steel toe boots, knives, and the brass knuckles hidden in her gloves were what she had for now. Harry is thrown off her, he wasn't prepared for a physical hit. And boy could this girl throw a punch like Murphy.
"Oww! Hells Bells... And I thought that body tackle was bad... " He gets up slowly, rubbing his jaw, he was bleeding now.
Evelyn manages to regain some composure and breathe. She advances on him, snapping a kick to his abdomen. She scoops up her knife, ready to drive it into his gut. "Payback time."
He reels in pain, and coughs. "Ok... I deserved that." He raises a shield, regaining his senses.
The Knife reflects off his shield, bouncing from her hand. The impact throws her off balance, falling against him. Evelyn readies another punch. He grabs her fist, pulling her into a kiss. What was he doing, maybe it's one of the side effects of the spell? Or the fact she touched him while under the spell? Hells Bells! This could be very interesting!
She tenses, readying for an impact. His lips?! What game is this bastard running now? Kissing her? Oh...Kissing her... He was a good kisser. She relaxes in his grasp. Was this the spell? Oh his tongue... For more than just smartass comments, now? She moans into his kiss.
Harry kisses her deeper now, feeling passion grow inside him, and lust. He felt a heat in his groin, and there was no denying it. His tongue explores her mouth, wrapping around her tongue. How long had it been since he had relations? Weeks? Months?
Evelyn raises another fist, searching her well of Magick for one last spell to fry this jackass. His tongue explores her mouth, putting fire to her insides. Her body presses to his, finding the last drop of energy. She prepares to blast him... She inhales the scent of him, the smell sending into a dizzy spiral of pleasure. He had surprised her with his fight. She had been caught off guard by his handsome physique, but his power had amazed her. Sheer power like his was a panty dropper, and she hadn't bothered to wear any. Her fist lowers, the spell gone from her tongue. This wasn't the spell anymore, it couldn't be. It was just Her... and Harry Dresden, Wizard of Chicago.
Harry starts groping her, his need has only gotten strong for her now. His hands find her breasts, squeezing experimentally. Nice... His breathing gets heavier, was this really his spell? No... not entirely. He felt something for her, and it was weird, but he did. He leans down and bites her neck softly. She moans, her fight forgotten. Her hands find their way under his shirt, her tongue licking at his ear.
"Your spell... It seems to have backfired." Evelyn's hands found Harry's zipper.
Dresden grins, weakly, a smug look on his face. "Well... I did say it's never been tested. Good to see it works on both parties."
Evelyn pulls the zipper down, slowly, agonizingly. "Let's see how well it performs... in the bedroom...?"
And that was how Harry met Evelyn. Thanks for reading. The next chapter will be up as soon as I finish editing it. Let me know if there is any changes I need to make.
-MoreDucks