There's less action, more drama in this chappy but I thought it was necessary for development of some characters
"Violet, what the hell's gotten into you, baby?" Cerise could be a mean bitch whenever she wanted. Owning one of the top stripping clubs in Brooklyn, she was a woman on top, or that was what she thought she was.
Violet looked her friend in the eye and whispered bluntly, "Nothin', thank you for the bail, Cerise. I'll pay you when I find a decent source of money."
Cerise grabbed Violet by the arm, stopping her from motioning forward and yelled, "You don't lay that shit on my, Violet. I wanna know what's goin' on. I bailed you outta jail and you were accused of kidnapping, a teenage girl whom you said was your daughter, but her parents accused you of her kidnapping and… and later your attorney came and got you outta the case with a click of his fingers as he…"
Violet interrupted her sharply as she got out of her grip and headed to the car, "I fully know what happened, babe. You don't have to remind me. The Foresters fuckin' hate me and they didn't even take care of my daughter. They lost Aurora and I'm not sure how much I'll take anymore."
Violet was now leaning on the car hood, hiding her face in her palms, desperately fighting tears. Cerise watched her silently for a moment, then she gently touched her shoulder.
Violet raised her eyes to meet her friend's inquiring look. She grunted angrily and stated, "Yes, Aurora is John's daughter."
Cerise's eyes widened and she yelled again, "Holy Fuck! John Winchester, the guy you cheated on Wayne with?"
Violet nodded nervously, "Oh, yeah. The Winchester himself. In all his fuckin' glory."
She got in the car and as Cerise jumped in beside her, the expected interrogation started as her friend started the engine.
"Why didn't you tell 'im?"
"I…did!"
"Well…?"
"He didn't believe me!"
Cerise nearly hit the car in front of her when she heard the answer. She shifted in her seat to face Violet who took out a cigarette and started smoking.
Cerise shouted hysterically, obviously offended by Violet's devil-may-care-face, "Really he actually didn't?"
"Yep!"
"What did he think was the result of him putting his dick in you?"
"Reaching his orgasm, I guess."
Violet blew clouds of suffocating smoke out of her lips and Cerise continued, driving as hilariously as Herbie, "The sonovabitch! How could he do that?"
"He did it long time ago, Cerise. I was just stupid to ask him the same thing twice. John has ethics, he and I were just a one night stand. I wasn't supposed to keep her."
"What're you talking about? He sure as hell had ethics when he fucked his best friend's wife then let his son die. John is a selfish bastard. He's always been like that!"
"Wayne is the one who took my child."
Cerise was stunned, she slowed down as Violet continued through her tears, "He told me 'It's payback time' and I thought it was all about me and I didn't fuckin' care, alright? Hell I'm already doomed and stopped lookin' for salvation long time ago."
"You're not the only woman in the world to cheat on your hubby."
"You don't get it, d'ya? I sent Aurora away to be safe, I didn't want my job to trouble her or put her in danger. I put her out of Wayne's league, safe and sound with the perfect family and perfect lifestyle, yet he reached her and snatched her punishing me for a shit that I did, long time ago. It's been ten years for God's sake and he still wants revenge,"
"and crappy shitty Johnny got out of it clean, just because it was your daughter. Now you're all in it, alone, accused of kidnapping your own daughter while he's restin' his full ass on a…crappy shitty porch."
Violet lit another cigarette as she mumbled seriously, "His son is kidnapped, too. He's a very good looking young man and he's helping John with the job. Wayne took him and left a bloodbath behind. John was seriously injured when I found him."
Cerise lifted an eyebrow in confusion and she laughed sarcastically, "You feel pity for him."
"Yeah, I do."
"Why is that?"
"I know what it's like to lose your child and not have one goddamed trusted official resource on your side. Other parents go to the cops seek security and all but us, it's me against the world theme and this time we got Wayne. The best hunter around, smart, esper, dangerous and strong. I know John was an asshole and he abandoned me, but I don't hate him. I don't want his son to die, in fact, I wish Wayne would keep the boy and Aurora together, maybe he'd protect her. Winchesters have their flaws but they're real men and they're suicidal when someone else's life is at stake."
"Really, that's why John didn't give a shit about you and…"
"He didn't know she was kidnapped, Cerise. Knock it off!"
"What happens when he knows, huh? Tell me."
Seeing that they reached Cerise's club, Violet opened the door of the car and shot out racing to the front door. Cerise gritted her teeth in anger and followed her friend, ready to crack her neck as soon as she found her.
Inside the club, everything was going so well, Cerise was greeted by everyone and she watched as one of her girls pole danced in front of one of her favourite customers.
The customer noticed Cerise and greeted her, "Hey Black Beauty, what ya doin' here? I thought you'd stay in your office like a proud little queen."
Cerise giggled and shoved her arms around him saying, "There ain't no black queen, Ames, besides, I can't find myself except in here, with the heat'n'beat, the girls dancin' everywhere, reminds me of the old days."
There was a tap on her shoulders and when she turned around she saw Violet with a worried expression on her face. Cerise asked her quietly, "What's wrong?"
Violet looked around then replied, "He's here!"
"Wayne?"
"No, John. He's here and I guess he's lookin' for me. What am I supposed to do?"
"What's this, Jr. High?"
"I just don't want him with me, I know what he'll say, he's doing it outta pity and doesn't believe that she's his daughter. No, thank you I'll do it on my own."
Cerise turned to Ames, smiled sweetly at him as she grabbed Violet's arm, "See you around, sugar!"
She dragged Violet along till they reached a safe place then hissed to her as she scanned the place quickly, "Where's he?" Violet jerked her head towards one of the poles and there Cerise saw John Winchester, staring blankly at a stripper who tried desperately to attract his attention but to no avail.
Cerise pressed her lips admiringly and whispered, "Well he's slammin' handsome, a bastard but handsome. He didn't change since the last time I saw him.
"You only saw him once."
"How old is he?"
Violet glared at her then shifted her attention to John saying, "Stay with me, he's here but he'll never admit to the daughter thing all he's gonna do is order me with this marine tone of his to follow him or come with him or whatever shit he might think of."
"Why don't you…?"
"Miss Sommer?"
They both turned to see a huge young man standing politely at a short distance and looking as harmless as ever. He towered both of them as she looked at Violet with an interest mixed with impatience.
Violet's eyes flickered with recognition while Cerise clicked her tongue in amusement as she hushed, "Hey sugar? How come I don't see ya around so often?"
Sam shifted his feet uneasily and Violet could tell his cheeks flushed red as he murmured, "I'm not here for…uh, you know?"
Violet shouted suddenly in alarm, "Oh my God! John's coming, what the hell does he want?"
She turned to Sam asking harshly, "Are you his other son?"
Sam looked puzzled so she added in the same manner, "Samuel. The one who doesn't live with John anymore?"
"Yeah, it's me!"
"You should be ashamed of yourself; your Dad loves you to death."
She saw the unexplainable expression on his cute face and didn't wait for an answer, instead, she headed towards John and wrapped her arms in front of her breast demanding in frustration, "What the hell are you doin' here?"
Taken aback by her attack John couldn't help the trembling in his voice as he answered, looking at Sam while doing so, "I came to take you with us so we can all look for your daughter."
"Our daughter!" One brow arched in challenge, arms wrapped tighter, Violet looked like a caged animal fighting for its release.
John sighed heavily and tried to be patient, "Okay, our daughter! We have to team together to find her, it's Wayne who kidnapped her, isn't it?"
He arms fell limp to her sides and surprisingly tears sprung to her eyes as she answered sadly, "Yes, I think so! I was accused of kidnapping her, though. Her parents accused me."
John stiffened as he repeated, "Her parents?"
"Yes, she was adopted when she was nine, John. I sent her away, gave my girl to a family, a rich and good one. I didn't want her to live the life we live. I thought it would be safer."
"Safer?! What the hell are you talkin' about? You sent her away when the only safe place for her would be beside you? You know there's no safe, Violet. The world is cruel and ugly, it's a bloodbath everywhere and the only safe place for our children is next to us."
"It's funny that you're saying this as your son was kidnapped because of you when he was supposedly safe and secure, by your side. Sometimes I think we are the lethal, John. We're trouble and they get in trouble because of us and our fuckin' job."
She stopped as she saw John's face darken and his tone weaken as he whispered, ''Hell, yeah this is not the first time for me to hear that. Maybe you're right."
Of all the crazy things in the world, Violet couldn't believe that John would agree with her, she never expected this defeat and she hated it. It hurt to see John like that; vulnerable and small in front of his son's disappearance.
He looked over her shoulders to see Sam talking to Cerise, quite embarrassed. She turned to look at the son of the man she loved and said, "He looks like you. Same hair color, same sad eyes, but can I say he's more decent and polite, he has an undeniable perfection tone that makes me wonder, how did you of all people bring him up like that?"
John shrugged his shoulders in a devil-may-care manner and sighed harshly. Violet could swear his breath was a mixture of Old Spice and tequila. She never missed the scent.
"So what's our daughter's name?"
She looked at him suspiciously but answered as quick as possible, glancing around to escape his haunting eyes, "Aurora, I named her Aurora."
"What a name? Couldn't pick an easier name, huh?"
"I'm sorry I didn't call her Samantha or Deana, so we could keep the royal names in the family."
"Does she know you're her mother?"
"Yes but since she went to live with her new parents, she refused to see me. They told me she was ashamed of my job."
"Who told you?"
"Her foster parents, Emily and Cleve Forester, that's what they told me when I went to visit her, two years after I gave her to them. We had it written in the contract that I should never have further contact with her but…but…"
"You're her mother. Maybe her feelings are different, Vi. Maybe you could try and reach her without…"
"I already did that," the tears forming in her eyes now were rolling smoothly down her face, "I tried to catch her after school, I even brought a present along with me but she threw it in my face and asked me to leave. She told me she was too bright to stay by my side and that if I were her mother I'd never have given her to another family. She told me that they were her family, not me. She told me to leave and I guess I just submitted."
Now she was sobbing and sniffing, John had already grabbed her and held her tight, in his strong mass of muscles and sweat. She shivered and he murmured, "God, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Violet."
"She thought I was a tramp, buddy. She thought I was a whore and I couldn't tell her I was a hunter. I wish…I wish I'd never met you, John."
"What did you do after she told you so? Don't tell me you just left!"
"Well, I left. I left her and went back to her so-called house and there I had a fight where I broke some ribs of two of the security guys and Cleve's nose. I was about to reach for the Momma bitch but they already called the police and I had to runaway. I ran outta New York and swore never to come back unless my daughter needed me personally. I guess now's a good time."
She paused then snorted faintly as she looked up at John, already smiling, and said, "How did you know I'd never leave in peace?"
"I just know."
"I love you, John."
"We'll find her. I promise."
He hesitated a little, looked at her pleading eyes and knew he'd never catch her weak again; he couldn't help but kiss her pout lips, hungrily, warmly and deeply. Their tongues met fast and already she reached for his teeth and started caressing them with wicked passion. He gave in to the moment and smoothed her hair with his hands while she grabbed his neck and held on tight to it. He knew he had a lot to do and he was scared as hell of the future but the moment was strong and all the other thoughts were swept away by the heat storming out of their bodies.
"Dad!"
John got out of her grip and watched as Sam looked at him in terror. Violet was wiping her lips and trying to fix her messy hair, but there was no sign of embarrassment on her face.
She stood there watching Sam's expressions in carelessness while John swallowed hard and said nothing. Sam eyed Violet from head to toe in disgust and murmured, "I'll wait in the damned car!"
He left with frustration and his feet thumped loud on the floor as he disappeared into the crowds of dancing people. Before John could say anything, Violet whispered coldly, "Go!"
He watched her, puzzled as she continued, pointing in Sam's direction, "I don't belong with you and your son, John. I'll find Aurora on my own. You just…"
He grabbed her by the shoulders and barked through gritted teeth, "I'll find Aurora! I'll find my son and my daughter."
"I won't come with you, buddy. I'm not part of your family, I'll never be. I don't want to. God bless your son. Go and find her. I'll stay."
"But…"
"Bring them back. Bring them alive."
He held her tight and left, penetrating the madness and the mess of colored lights. In his dark clothes and black beard, he looked doomed and dead. And so she was.
"Holding my last breath, safe inside myself. Are all my thoughts of you, sweet raptured light, it ends here tonight."
Violet glanced at the source of sound, the beautiful extremely tall, extremely pale white girl, with her long black hair and twinkling wild blue eyes. The girl was dressed in a thin black bikini and a weird red petticoat that didn't seem to match whatever she was wearing. Her voice was strong and wounded; she could scream at the top of her lungs, pole dance and seduce dozens of men while attaining the required sadness in her song.
Violet thought they used lighter tunes in stripping clubs, she never found a Goth performer stripping before and it was an interesting sight to watch, anyway. Besides, there was something wicked and scary about the girl. Something in her dance moves, in her wide eyes, in her songs, Violet couldn't tell but it scared her to death.
"Pandora a.k.a The Stripping Snow White. She's my greatest success. Since she showed up the club has been makin' money more than ever. The bitch's voice puts a spell on everybody includin' silly old me. She's all that."
Violet turned to see Cerise standing right behind her, holding a glass of champagne and smiling excitedly. Violet could see she was happy about her creepy performer and to compliment her she said, "Looks like a missing piece in a Romero movie."
Cerise threw her head backwards and laughed loudly, "You're a total corny bitch. She's adorable." She then had a sneaky expression on her face as she whispered in Violet's ears, "How about Johnny? Is he a Romero fan?"
Violet smiled and looked away while her friend threw her arm around her neck and pulled her back gently, imitating baby-talk, "Oh Violet, I can't live without you. You're so sexy in your tight low slung pants and the curve of your waist gives me horny dreams about ya."
"John is actually pathetic with words besides this is more like a Freddie Prinze Junior kinda love."
"Yeah I bet John's kinda love would be grabbing you and sucking your lips like a lost traveler who just found water in Kalahari. He didn't even mind his youngest who looked like he was about to throw up. By the way do you think that boy might have a taste for older women, not very old like fifteen-twenty years older?"
Violet smirked then turned again to watch Snow White, who was dancing bare naked now, rolling her legs round the pole like a mad witch offering a sacrifice. Their eyes met and Pandora smiled coyly then sent her a kiss through the air. Though merely a normal, insignificant gesture, Violet couldn't help the chill that ran up her spine. The girl looked like a member of the Firefly family. She'd be damned if she wasn't.
