Sandara quickly noticed Victor's watchful eyes over the next couple of weeks. Not seeing any harm in it until the third week the brothers had been there. The puppet master could find no sleep one night and had taken up residence in the kitchen with a steaming cup of hot chocolate and her latest book, The Firebrand. It was two in the morning and she was about a quarter of the way through the book when he entered.
"What are you doing up?" he asked as soon as he entered, having smelled her from down the hall.
"I find that absorbing another being's life force tends to make me unable to sleep for awhile," Sandara answered as she calmly turned the page of her book, taking a sip of her drink.
"you're gunna look at me when I'm talking to you" the large feral slammed his hand down on the table, finally drawing her attention away from her book, but only long enough to raise an eyebrow at his hand before continuing reading. "I'm talking to you!" he growled and ripped the book out of her hands.
"I don't respond well to threats Mr. Creed, you will do well to remember that as I am your superior here."
With a growl Victor launched himself at her, grabbing her by the neck and pinning her to the wall, "no one is my superior, you'd do well to remember that frail." His voice was low and gravely as he pulled her closer and ran his nose up the side of her neck, taking in her scent of vanilla and cherry blossoms. An evil smirk slid across his face, his fangs exposed, "you smell appetizing, almost good enough to eat."
Sandara's eyes widened as she felt his fangs drag along the skin exposed by her tank top since she had not thought to wear her jacket. "Mr. Creed, remove yourself or I will be forced to do it my way."
"Mmm, that sounds fun" he growled out but stopped when his limbs pulled away against his will. He looked up to her face and saw the same thin wires he had seen three weeks prior coming from her mouth. "Please, would you care to inform me how it will be fun when I have sucked the very breath from your body?"
Her entire demeanor had changed, her eye that previously had been covered was revealed completely purple while the other was still golden. The blank look that had previously been on her face was replaced by a sly smirk as she pulled his lips closer to hers, a silvery blue vapor appearing from his mouth and going into hers. Victor felt his strength leaving him, his heart slowing down, and his muscles shrinking.
Sandara pulled back and smirked, raising a hand to stroke the side of his face, "does this still sound like fun Mr. Creed?"
"It would be if you stopped with that soul sucking nonsense."
"Sandara!"
The South American woman's head snapped up to see Zero and Stryker standing in the doorway. "Aww Stryker, upset because you're missing out on the fun?"
"Put him down Spider, I'd hate to lose my best spy just to finally get rid of you." He gestured to Zero who had a gun aimed at Sandara's head, no tranquilizers this time.
Sandara or Spider as Stryker was now calling her, sighed angrily and backed away, her hands in the air in a surrender position. "Alright, alright, I'm backing off; you never let me have any fun."
Stryker walked forward and pulled out some bandages, covering up her purple eye. Her expression switched to one of surprise when she saw Victor slouched against the wall, Zero with his gun still trained on her, and Stryker standing in front of her, "she came out again didn't she?"
"Yes, I'd prefer if you kept a tighter leash on your other self." He turned to the door and gestured to Zero, "we're done here Zero, let's go." They left the room leaving Sandara standing there awkwardly while Victor found his strength and stood up.
"so now that the soul sucker seems to be out of the way, how about we get back to what we were doing?" the feral said with a smirk, moving toward the still shocked Sandara.
"No Victor, a brush encounter with Spider is more than enough reason for me to disappear for a couple days. I will return when Stryker has something for us to do." She turned to walk from the kitchen but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder, "oh no, you're not getting out of this that easy." Victor growled out before he pulled her to him, slamming his lips down on hers, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist, walking to his room, and slamming her back against the wall as soon as the door closed.
"Victor, we can't do this" Sandra tried to say as soon as her mouth was free but he just silenced her with his lips once again.
"You talk too much frail," he said as he nibbled on her neck.
Sandara growled and shoved him away, knocking him back on the bed and crawling on top of him, "never call me frail."
Victor smirked and watched as the tattoos on her body start to twist and writhe as they ripped each other's clothes off. Getting annoyed with being the submissive one, Victor flipped her over so he hovered above her, taking in the markings that covered almost her entire body. Sandara shivered as he ran his hand over the sunburst around her belly button, discovering that she had gotten it pierced at some point in her life from the silver ball that still rested there.
They continued to ravage each other's bodies until well into the morning when they finally collapsed on the bed. "That was the first time someone was actually able to keep up with me. I'm impressed."
"Well when I suck out people's energy it tends to stay with me for awhile. Plus it is one of the upsides of being pat succubus." Sandara said as she traced lines and images on his chest with her fingers.
"That would be why I'm not able to go as long as usual, you sure know how to wear a guy out," Victor said as he wrapped his arm around her naked waist, "I might keep you around for awhile."
"Oh I'm not going anywhere, you offer way too great a meal, besides, you can't get rid of me that easily."
Victor was slightly shocked that this was coming from Sandara and not Spider but he just growled a possessive smirk on his face as he pulled her closer, "ready to go again?"
"I can go as long as you can amante."
Sorry it took so long and it is not that great a chapter but I was trying to think of something and it never turned out right now here we go. Just so you know amante means lover in Portuguese. Thanks to everyone who has remained faithful and believed I would continue to update, cupcakes to all!
~NightStalker
