Thicker than water-
Chapter 3
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Rain Andrews wasn't a fool.
She known that something big was up the day that she had found out that she was pregnant. And while she had been puzzled about how her pregnancy had occurred, she had never the less known that something was up.
Which had made her incredibly paranoid about what was going to happen next.
Which had led her to do research into unexplained pregnancies eerily similar to her own and had found out that at least half a dozen women in the area, all of them between the ages of eighteen and twenty two, all of them pregnant...had either mysteriously died or gone missing over the span of two years.
She'd thought is suspicious that so many pregnant women had either died or gone missing without a trace. But what had really sealed the deal in her mind was when she had received a visit from a man called Lawrence Limberger.
A multi-millionaire business man whom had parked himself right outside of her apartment one day and waited for her to come out.
It had been seven months ago, just three weeks after she had found out that she was pregnant. She had walked out the front door of her apartment and had stopped in mid step when she noticed the sleek black stretch limo sitting in front of her building.
She stood there staring at it for several heart beats, warning bells going off in her mind as the door opened and a big man standing about six foot seven inches, with dark hair styled similar to Jon Travolta in the movie Grease, wearing a dark purple suit and looking like a really gay gangster got out of the limo with a bouquet of pink roses and white orchids and walked up to her.
"Ah, good afternoon Miss. May I ask if you are Rain Andrews?"
She took an abrupt step back as he stopped directly in front of her, the scent of overly ripe and rotting blue cheese wafting from the man was causing her stomach to cramp and lurch dangerously. She lifted a hand to her nose and mouth and gagged a little bit before managing to croak, "Who wants to know?"
He gave her what he probably thought was a charming smile and thrust the flowers in her arms and grasped one of her hands in his and lifted it to his lips as he said, "Allow me to introduce myself my dear. My name is Lawrence Limberger, perhaps you've heard of me."
"I don't own a TV." She lied, feeling that it might be in her best interests to play dumb with a man as creepy as this one and find out what he wanted. His violet eyes widened a little bit and he chuckled and pressed a quick kiss against her knuckles and she jerked her hand from his grasp and wiped it on her jeans as her skin began to crawl.
"Ah, I see. Well-"
"Could you please just tell me why your here, sir. I've got some errands to run."
"A lady who cuts right to the heart of the matter, I like that-" The creepy man practically purred as he tried to step closer to her. She stepped back away from him and gave him a mean look that apparently was intimidating enough to stop him in his tracks and prevent him from trying to get close to her again. He gave her a predatory look and cleared his throat and blanked his expression and said. "I was contacted by your doctor about your...uh...little issue-" He said, his eyes flickering from her face to her body. Pausing briefly on her breasts before looking lower.
Rain flushed in outrage and had to fight herself to keep from planting her fist in his face for lying to her and staring at her breasts. There was no fucking way that any of her doctors would tell a man like this anything about her pregnancy, or anything else. Not without her written consent first.
Those things were no ones business but her own.
"And I was wondering if you have thought of what your going to do about it."
Her first impulse was to ignore him and start walking away, maybe contact her family and some of her friends and tell them that there was something weird going on and that Mr. Limberger was obviously a part of it. Her second impulse was to file for a restraining order. Her third and final impulse was to tell this man to go fuck himself.
Again, what she did was no ones business but hers. But his unnatural interest in her baby had sparked her suspicious nature.
"First of all Mr. Limberger, you insult my intelligence by lying to me about my doctor giving you confidential information regarding my health. Second of all, what I do with the baby is none of your concern. And third of all, you should leave now because our conversation is over." She thrust the flowers back into his arms and then turned and started to walk away when the man reached out and grabbed her arm in a bruising grip and spun her around and growled at her.
"Now you listen here you little tart, that baby is important and I'm willing to pay you a fortune to give it up for adoption-" Her hand connected with his cheek a second before she lifted her leg and kneed him in the stomach hard enough to force him to double over as his breath left his lungs in a 'whoosh' as she grabbed the lapel of his dark purple jacket and reared back her fist and punched him in the nose then dropped him in disgust as blood started to run down his face.
Some of it smearing along her knuckles. It was such a bright and vivid red, almost like ketchup. The color made her feel ill as she growled, "I wouldn't give you this baby if the fate of the world itself rested in your hands. Now go away you loser!"
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Her words had stung him unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Unlike the hatred of his enemies, unlike being exiled from his home planet and stripped of his titles. Her words had hurt him almost as badly as being struck by her delicate hands. They had also sparked something in him.
Anger. Who wouldn't be angry to be called a loser?
Rage. Certainly, being laid low by a woman was humiliating to say the least.
And something unnameable that coiled low in his stomach spreading warmth through his normally cold blood.
He'd had camera's planted in her home while she was out one day so that he could see her. Whenever he found out that she was in debt, he made it disappear. And though he didn't exactly understand the reasons himself, he did know one thing.
He desired the human female. She was just so unexpectedly vicious for a human female that she drew out his long suppressed mating instincts. "Carbuckle...make sure that the female lives-" Limberger said all of a sudden, his violet eyes staring unblinking at the slight figure on the screen. Carbuckle sputtered on the other end of the line, trying to choke out the word 'why' when Limberger said.
"I want to try another inter species creation experiment with her... Perhaps a blending of human and Plutarkian this time."
Behind him Throttle went totally still, even the breath in his lungs was totally still for a moment before he let out a loud enraged cry and threw himself against the door of his cage with such force that the entire back of the cage was lifted up off of the floor, tilting dangerously on it's axis as he flung himself back then threw himself forward again and toppled the cage right on top of Limberger before he could think to move.
