He opened the door to the van and peered in at his beauty.
She stirred groggily as he picked her up. Her arms subconsciously fell around his neck. "Mm. What happened to the party?" she slurred.
"party's inside dear." he said and carried her inside. He nodded at one of his guys and they opened the door for him. "make sure they are all present." he said and carried her to the conference room.
He handed her to two of his men and sat in the big chair at the end of the conference table. He clicked his mouse and the six screens at the end of the room lit up.
Six faces of the leaders of the six continents (minus Antarctica) showed up on the monitors.
"this better be good, Grigori." a stern looking Chinese women from the top left said.
"I have the package, as promised, ms. Chan." he said calmly. "now. Most of you have submitted your offers but now I must know who and what you are going to be using her for."
"her?" said the Russian leader in the bottom right screen.
"yes, Mascoff. it is a female and I am pleased to see you offered 650 million American dollars for her." he said. "so let's get on with it shall we?" he said.
One by one the leaders listed off what the girl would be use for and one by one they got more and more impatient.
"But tell us, Director Grigori: how do we know she's what you promised?" asked European representative, General Zayne.
The director nodded at his men and they took off the blanket to reveal her pitch black wings folded neatly into her back.
"I can guarantee she will be top notch performance." he promised.
The girl moaned and groggily started to move. "ow." she mumbled and started to pull on the mans' grip.
"mm! Let go." she wined and dropped to the floor on her butt, eyes still closed, head still buzzing from the drug. She gave a little 'oof' as she fell back and laid on the floor.
"once the drug wears off." the director cleared his throat.
"Anyway." he went on, but was cut off by the monitors being hacked and the president of the US filled all the screens.
"Director Grigori. You are under arrest for crimes against the united states and aiding our enemy. You will be taken into custody and your posessions will be confiscated."
The Director grabbed the girl in a hurry and was out the door before anyone could blink.
He scrambled down to the dock as government agents flooded his facility. He ran down the steps and laid the girl on the bed. Starting up the engine he motored away from the dock and out into the open sea.
A few hours later, making sure he wasn't followed, he went down to living space to check on his beauty.
He woke her gently and sat on the bed next to her.
"Wha... What happened?" she asked groggily as she sat up. She quickly became aware of her surroundings and pulled the blanket up to cover her exposed body. "who are you? Where am I?" she asked and scrunched her nose at the smell.
"sorry. We haven't properly met. I'm Director Michael Grigori. You can call me Michael." he smiled sweetly at her and rubbed her leg. "you are safe with me. There is a suit for you in the back. Lunch is ready in ten. You must be starving." he smiled again and headed upstairs.
The girl stood after he was gone and went to the back to find a red bikini on the bed. Great. But it was the only thing to wear so she changed and grabbed one of his white button up shirts as a cover up.
"Could you help me?" she met him upstairs and turned so he could tie it around her neck, the back went just under where her wings attached.
"you know I never got your name." he said and pulled the knot tight.
"Lilith." she said and pulled her arms through the shirt. "what smells good?"
"seagul" he said. He laughed at the horrified face she made. "I'm kidding. It's hamburgers. You're not a vegan are you?" she shook her head. "good."
She sat down as he handed her a plate with a hamburger on it. "thanks." he went bak to the wheel to steer the boat.
She couldn't help but notice how good he looked in his white shirt like hers, open and flowing behind him like a sail; letting her see his sculpted chest and stomach. She admired how his tanned back and arms flexed as he turned the wheel. He reminded her a little of a younger Tom Cruise.
She sat back after finishing her hamburger, still hungry, and watched him for a while.
He turned around and smiled every so often as if to make sure she hadn't jumped over board.
After a while he came to sit down next to her with a glass of champaign. "We should be there in a few hours." he took one of her black curls from behind her ear and twisted it around his finger. "now what did you want to ask?"
She took his glass away from his lips just as he started to drink and took one for herself. "just a couple questions. Where I'm going, who you are. You know, the basics. Just to judge if I can trust you or not." she took another sip and handed it back to him.
"I already told you who I am." he said.
"your name but that doesn't tell me what I want to know."
"okay." he shifted. "ask away."
"what do you do?"
"I am a salesman. I can get pretty much anything and everything a person could ask for. Except wealth. I can't make you rich. That you have to do on your own." he smiled and took another sip.
"where are you taking me?" she asked.
"My island. Just inside the Bermuda triangle. Virtually undetectable." he said. "there you'll be safe."
"so why do you have me in the first place?" she asked.
"what is this? Twenty questions?" he chuckled, dunked back the champaign and got up. "do you want a glass?" he struggled to open another bottle of champaign.
Lilith stood and took the bottle. "sure." she popped open the cork and handed it back to him. "So you were saying?"
He intentionally avoided looking her in the eye and wandered back to the wheel. "it'll be another hour or so." he said, his voice flat.
She sat back down on the bench and crossed her knees, annoyed that he wouldn't answer her question. She sipped her champaign.
"so how old are you?" he asked a while later.
"so now it's your turn for twenty questions?" she shifted to face him and drank the rest of her champaign. "Seventeen. My birthday should be coming up soon though. What day is it?"
"July 12th." he said
"yeah. My birthday is in two days." She said. "so how old are you then?"
"just turned twenty-one." he said. "my birthday was yesterday." he said with a smile.
She giggled. "geez. And you're already rich with an island. Tell me you're not one of those snotty rich kind are you?" she teased.
He smiled again. "the island was inherited from my old man. He was a business man. So what have you been doing?" he asked.
She shrugged. "nothing I guess. I've been town hopping. Staying mostly around the Orlando area this season. Going to parties, crashing bars. That kind of thing."
He looked back at her with one eyebrow raised.
"what? A girl has to have fun." she protested.
He laughed. "we're almost there. There's a chest downstairs. Would you get it for me? It's kind of important. Don't open it though." he said without taking his eyes off the ocean.
She went down and grabbed the brown chest and brought it back up to the deck just as he pulled up to a dock. "so this is your island?" she asked and tried to keep her jaw from dropping at the beauty of the place.
"yup. Home sweet island. Come on. I'll show you around." he said. They grabbed each end of the box and hauled it onto the island.
He led her to the house type thing nestled neatly in the trees. "home sweet home. Just set it right here, would you?" they set it on the table. And he opened a bottle of vodka.
"Jesus. How many bottles do you need?" she said, gesturing to the one still in her own hand.
"living out here alone, one gets bored." he said and took a swig of the vodka. "there's a pan in the bottom draw, would you get it out for me? Then I'll teach you how to fish." he said and twirled the knife with a smile.
She got out the pan and handed it to him. "so fish is for supper? Good cause I'm starving." she said and dunked back another swig from the champaign bottle.
After several failed hand fishing attempts by Lilith, Michael resulted to a net and they ate good that night.
Lilith sat back on the sand, her usually flat stomach bulging with a food-baby, to watch the sunset over the water.
"I've never seen a sunset like this before." she said.
"only one like it. And I get to see it almost everyday." he smiled at her and took her hand.
"what?" she smiled back, self conscious.
"they were right. You're beautiful." he said and rubbed the Back of her hand with his thumb.
"who's they?" she asked. "you never answered my question back on the boat." her smile faded.
He sighed. "If I tell you, you'll leave."
"I promise I'll let you explain." she said.
He tilted his head back, enjoying the evening breeze. "I told you earlier that I could get anything and everything a person asked for, yes?" she nodded. "well, I was hosting an auction..."
"and I was one of the items." she finished and sighed. "so my reputation fallows me." she tilted her head back and let out a huge agitated breath. "well I said I'd let you explain before I took off. So out with it."
He kept himself from smiling. "well when they told me you were the one they wanted I received six files, one from each continent that wanted you. They were about you obviously. You sure do get around."
She smiled mischievously at remembering the many countries she'd been to. "yeeaah." she breathed. Australia in spring. Mexico in summer, brazil in the fall. She laughed. "good times. Sry go on."
"I studied you for a while, tracks your pattern which was almost non-existent, when I found out you were going to a party just south of my facility I went personally to pick you up. I got you drunk, slipped a drug in your drink and put you in the van. I got back, we'd just started the bidding when the stupid president freaking interrupted and threatened to arrest me. I grabbed you and fled, and now here we are." he said.
"So I'm just an assignment." she said disappointedly.
"at first, yes. Not anymore because..."
She sat up on her elbow. "because why?" she turned to face him. "why not anymore?"
He shrugged and put his hand behind his head, the other stretched out on the sand behind her. "it's just, for the first time my package actually seems human." he smiled at her. "and ive had a lot of them pass through my fingers to my buyers. But none of them seemed... Real. Like ever since my dad had gotten sick and I'd taken over when I was sixteen I've had so many things come to me. In the beginning it was hard seeing so many things be used like that, but eventually I stopped watching. They became items, numbers, money that came and went."
"why did you grab me when you left? Why didn't you leave me?" she asked and sat cross-cross.
He shrugged again. "You were different. When we were talking at the party before you just seemed so real." he smile again and reached up to tuck a curl behind her ear. "you don't remember any of this, do you?"
"it's a blur but Yes. I remember talk. How long did we talk?"
"three or four hours."
"how much did I spill?" she smiled.
"pretty much everything." he teased. "who was Jarreth again?"
She punched his arm. "that's not funny." she actually remembered the conversation perfectly, she just wondered how much he did. Obviously a lot.
She laid back down and put her head on his arm. They laid there halfway into the night talking. It was amazing. Finally talking out all her problems, hearing the problems of a normal-ish life for once. They laughed and one of them would cry every so often when they hit a painful memory. After a while she felt like she knew him, and him, her.
She laid her head on his strong chest and fell asleep until the warmth of sunlight on her cheek woke her up.
She rolled to face him. He smiled. "morning, my sleeping beauty." and traced a hand down her cheek.
"morning." she said.
She stood and sauntered over to the shack. "you want another bottle? Oo, vodka." she pulled a bottle out and popped it open for herself. When she turned he was there, close... Really close.
She stood frozen, staring into his bright green eyes.
He wrapped his fingers around the bottle over hers, his gaze never leaving her eyes. "i'd love some." he smiled and took the bottle.
She stood there for a second after he'd left, then turned around and popped a bottle for herself. Her cheeks were flushed as she sauntered out to meet him on the beach.
She sank down in the sand, her knees on either side of his head.
She lifted his head and shoulders onto her knees, smiling suductively. It's how she's always gotten what she wanted.
She trailed her fingers across his cheek and he opened his stunning green eyes.
"hello." he smiled and stared up at her.
"so what is there to do on this island?" she trailed a finger from his chest and tapped his nose.
"what did you have in mind?" his mouth quirked up in a mischievous half grin.
She smiled again and stretched her hands down his chest, leaning over so her face was just above his. "I can think of a few things." her lips were close to his, she could feel his breath on her chin.
He smiled again and started to lift his head to meet her lips, but she pulled back and slipped out.
"but there's a trick." she said and stood. "first you've got to catch me again." she smiled and wiggled in anticipation.
He smiled and scrambled after her.
"ah!" she laughed as she jogged down the beach, him staggering after her.
Five minutes of laughing and chasing, he finally caught her and they went rolling in the sand.
She landed on top and her laughing slowed as she stared down at him. Her elbows were trapped between them, keeping them apart; his arms around her waist, keeping her close.
They slowly stopped laughing and just stared into each other's eyes. Slowly and hesitantly she bent her head and met his lips with her own.
Her arms slipped around his back and pulled him closer. He rolled and tilted his head, deepening the kiss.
When they finally broke apart both of them were out of breath. She smiled and he pressed his forehead on hers.
His smile faded and he sat up.
She sat up as well and frowned. "what's wrong?"
He rubbed his forehead. "I can't do this."
She cupped his cheek and turned him to face her. "what's wrong?"
"this." he said urgently like it was obvious. "I'm not supposed to do this. You were an assignment, an item on auction! I'm not supposed to have feelings about you." he said like he was accusing her.
Her mouth opened in shock, she looked taken aback. "what about what you said last night? That was all a lie?"
"no. I don't know. I'm so confused." he put his head in his hands.
Every cell in her body zinged with hurt and wanted to get out of there, but she didn't know why she was hurt by his words. She barely knew him and it was likely he was working with Them. The only reason she stayed was because she needed to get close to Them.
She kneeled behind him and hugged his shoulders, pulling his head toward her chest. "I could clear it up for you." she kissed his cheek and worked her way toward his mouth, kissing him hot and deep.
He pushed her down in the sand again and kissed her more urgently, like the answer would be absorbed through his lips.
She pulled back, her hands on his chest. "wouldn't the cabin be more comfortable?" she asked.
"I don't care." he started kissing her again and became more greedy. She responded and pulled him down on top of her.
And even though it would take her a while to admit it to herself, it was the best time of her life, out there on the sand with Michael.
So ya. I'm posting this. I'll be updating soon and I will get back to I on some things
Dylan:rage doesn't own any of the MR facts
Me: sadly no
Dylan: R&R?