Authors Note: Fallout New Vegas is my current baby, seriously, there is too much love in the room when I'm playing it. He he. I mean I know it's glitchy as fuck, I could compile a list of how many times I've been wondering the waste land only to have it freeze up on me, and I know the graphics haven't really progressed as far as you might have expected since Fallout 3. BUT! It's still an amazing game and so re-playable, they went all out on some of the characters and added in some nice little fun quests. Plus the Legion is just AMAZING and I think the characters defiantly have more depth to them, along with some fine ass mini-skirts. Always true to Caesar...*jazz hands*

Anyway this story may not be for everyone, so as with everything don't come here to complain if something happens you don't like, just don't read :-). The Courier is going to be called Lucina or Lucy in this story, which is Latin for 'Roman Goddess', though no doubt there are many other variations. The story itself is named Belladonna, a little cliché I know but I felt it was fitting, and the name if this chapter is a reference to Julius Caesar third wife Calpurnia Pisonis.

He could distinctly recall the first time he laid eyes upon her, the memory itself stitched into his subconscious and often a notion his found his mind wondered back to from time to time – how lasting first impressions are, and yet undoubtedly deceptive. Caesar had heard many a tale of the woman's ventures, of the couriers accomplishments and quick advancements across the wasteland, she was like a phoenix arisen from the ashes burning all in it's path.

Untameable and completely alluring.

Even Vulpes, a man more likely to kill you in your sleep than offer a compliment, had begrudgingly admitted to being impressed by her. It saddened him that his Frumentarii hadn't thought to get her name, 'courier' lacked the elegance he wished to bestow upon such a creature. All he knew at the time was her hair colour, a dark ashen brown that when lit by the sun displayed numerous colours akin to a rich velour.

She was a black widow as well they said and though he wasn't once to put much faith in conjecture, that wasn't to say he didn't inwardly hope some of them were true, a woman willing to scour the earth for her captor and then murder him in his sleep was a woman reading off the same page as he. Maybe she was a poet, as the artistic flare to way she dealt with people was nothing less than a masterpiece.

'They say she hacked the robot to get into The Strip,' beauty as well as brains, a man couldn't wish for more, he hoped she wore something befitting of a such a title, coloured red.

How yet disinherited he had first been when the woman finally appeared after a few days of receiving his invitation, and when into his tent walked a woman who looked as if she'd just stumbled out of some backwater village. She was shorter than he had anticipated, though he was not some much of bigot to assume small people couldn't handle themselves. The woman was no more than 5'4ft and her build made her look like younger than she was, though he could see the age in her eyes. Possibly mid-20's if he had to hazard a guess, though he'd never ask her outright, woman could be so temperamental. Like kittens walking over eggshells - a man should be gentle at first, then exert dominance later.

However as soon as the woman's pale features creased upon seeing him and a wide smile stretched across her face, he knew she was quite possibly insane. And he felt nothing but his desire burn up in his insides like taking a match to lighter fluid, it was insatiable, and he had to have her.

Her eyes stared out from beneath her wind swept hair that looked as if it had been prim and proper not a few minutes earlier, they were the coldest grey and he instantly reminisced about the first time he met personally with Vulpes. Cunning eyes, deceptive eyes, inviting her there seemed to have been a better idea than he had previously thought.

"So you're the great Caesar, leader of this misogynistic legion," and he had chuckled at her choice of words. No doubt she'd had a little talk with some of the slaves, his courier was the cautious type after all. "I love what you've done with the place," she earned herself a fleeting smile, though he was unsure as to what it was representative of.

"And you must be the Courier, I must say you're looking good for a woman who has not long ago taken two bullets to the head." It was his turn to to raise an eyebrow.

She marched right into the Lucky 38, Mr. House must have big plans for her.

"Contrary to what Mr. New Vegas has says about me, my name isn't the Courier, you'd think these guys would get my name right before broadcasting about it," her smirk could level cities and he had to tighten his grip on his throne for fear he might suddenly grab her, she was his Calpurnia.

The dark haired women let out a loud sighed and tucked her hair back behind her ear, trying to briefly tame the mess before continuing their conversation. "My names Lucina, but my friends call me Lucy," he wondered if she purposefully missed out the 'if I had any part.'

Lucina, what a name, he couldn't wait to whisper it in her ear as he bent her over his bed, hands groping softly at the pleasantness that was her chest. But work came first and he had big plans for her, so their meeting had been swift and to the point, leaving a residue of dissatisfaction in Caesar's stomach. The second she left the room turned cold and he leant forwards in his chair in contemplation.

If had known then what he knew now, he would have crushed her pretty little head between his hands until she begged for mercy and then taken her roughly one his throne. The look on Vulpes and Lucius's faces would have been more than entertaining no doubt.

She was his Calpurnia,and before their business was through she would be his, or she would die.

Okay that was the prologue to my story, and I know it was a little weird and all over the place, I promise that the longer chapters will be much more detailed and easier to follow. I guess with the prologue I wanted to create a sense of uncertainty and madness, since let's be honest, none of the Legion or anyone who works with them are playing with a full deck. Hopefully my updates will be quick and you like it so far, as always reviews are appreciated and I don't start smothering children when people point out mistakes, I am not perfect and my english skills are...less then desirable to the more eloquent of the masses.