Chapter 21

Since that night when meeting Slayher, Phury managed to get the female out of his mind since weeks passing...until now that is. He didn't want to hit ZeroSum, not after the good hunt Rhage and he had, but Rhage insisted on getting a quick drink before hitting the house and hitting his mate. Yeah. It wasn't easy trying to avoid the one being who just happened to stir your insides in a good way. Golden eyes scanning the crowd, Phury had yet to see the crimson haired female. Whores came up to him, but he brushed them off with a smile, shaking his head and giving a solid no as his answer. Picking up his martini, he pressed the brim to his lips, but didn't drink. He was unsettled, nervous almost. Nervous for what? He didn't know. Well he did, but-

"Yo Phury. You alright? You seem tense." Rhage asked, looking at his Brother with worry on his gorgeous face.

"I'm alright. Just thinking about the hunting is all. Nothing doing." Exhaling, he downed his martini and set his glass down only to have a waitress walk by and pick it up with a smile.

"Hey." Rhage waved his hand and Phury looked at him. "Is it a female? Cuz if it is, then you can count on me to give you some good ti-"

"Taking tips from you isn't wise. Not after the way you won Mary."He laughed and so did Rhage. "You better get going. Mary will be worried and I don't want her on my shoulders asking why I let you even come here in the first place." He mused watching as his Brother got to his feet.

"Alright. You coming?"

Phury looked around, then back at Rhage. "In a bit. Wanna get another drink then I'm out."

With a nod, Rhage hit the emergency exit and ghosted, leaving Phury to fend for himself now. Alone in the large booth, he once against scanned the crowd until...there...shit, it was her. Slayher. How long had she been there? Her back was to him, her hair straight along her back. She was wearing leather shorts that accentuated the under curves of her ass and showed off her nice long legs. He could see himself on his knees, running his tongue and lips all along her calves and the backs of her thighs. And just when he reached the top, he would no doubt graze the skin of that curvy a-

He cursed himself, thinking of such things. As if she read his mind, she looked over her shoulder, looking at him, with intense blue eyes. Did she know? No, of course not. Sympaths wouldn't purposely let there minds wonder, not when there were so many humans around to get in there line of mental fire. Fully turning, Slayher approached, her stride never wavering. She had that dominate air about her, showing attitude and not caring who the fuck complained about it. Wearing a deep purple muscle shirt with a V neck collar, the leather shorts and leather black stiletto buckled boots, she screamed bitch and attitude. His eyes quickly accessed that she wore no bra, for he could see little indents on her shirt, clearly telling everyone around her, that yeah, her nips were pierced, so who cared?

Sitting straight, he met her gaze when she stopped, the table the only thing keeping him from going over and grabbing her. "Everything cool? You seem...tense."She asked, her eyes raking over his large form, from head to toe almost. If she wanted him, she didn't show it.

Phury only shrugged. "Long night is all. You would be when five lessers were on your ass."he said, unable to look away from those lovely pale blue eyes of hers. How would it feel to have those eyes look upon his body, with no clothes? Phury cursed himself again, wanting to break a bottle on his head just to clear his fucking mind. Without a word, her hands placed themselves on her hips, and she leaned forward, as if teasing Phury with a glimpse of the inside of her shirt. "Your a liar. You know that?"She said, not even smiling. "I hate liars. Irritates the fuck out of me. So I'll ask again. Are you cool?"she asked, her voice calm and collective.

Phury, stared at her, his heart beating. Fuck. Is this what his Brothers went through when they stared at the females whom they were going to share their lives with? Looking at her, he only said. "You're making me tense."He simply said and stood, as if ready to bail before he did anything stupid.

"Do I scare you?"She asked, her eyes never leaving his or his body.

"No."He said, ready to make his way towards the emergency door.

"Do I turn you on?"

That got him to stop mid track. He didn't look at her, then again, he didn't have to. By him stopping like that, it practically gave her the answer she wanted. "Just say I do."She said, her arms crossing over her chest now.

Phury wanted, God, did he wanted to say those words. But how stupid would that make him look? Yeah, she turned him on, just by looking at her, it was turning him on. Did she harbor feelings for him as well? Would she find him crazy, a weirdo or something? With a curse, he looked at her, holding down her stare. "You turn me on. There, are you happy?"he asked, already pissed, though at himself really. To his surprise, she walked over him, arms still crossed until she was right in front of him. She looked up into his eyes, then slipping her hand up, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought him down and he let himself be brought down. Her lips were hovering before his, as if debating whether to kiss him or not. Her eyes held his and because she had to,since she was a bitch like that, she roamed his mind, making herself discreet as she did. She searched and came up with something she didn't expect. His cock in his hand, hips thrusting up, hand pumping. He was moaning, panting and...saying her name. He was moaning her name, nice and low, growling it almost. Her own body warmed a bit at the sight and she quickly pulled away from his mind. He didn't notice what she did, since he didn't pull away from her. Leaning her head to the side, she pressed her lips to his ear lobe and whispered huskily, "Don't ever stop saying my name."She said, feeling his body tense now.

She pulled away, letting go of him. With a small smile, she nodded her head, turned and walked away, strutting almost, as if giving him something else to think of. Phury turned on his heel and was out of the club within a second. He scrubbed his hand down his face.

How did she know? Did she...read my mind?

Yeah, that was most likely. He had been surprised, especially when she asked, no, demanded that he keep saying her name while jacking himself off. She wasn't the least bit upset and for a second, he thought he smelled her arousal. Well that answered a question, which was that she was a bit turned on by him. Knowing that he was in the cool with her, maybe, he would snag a date or two from her. Yeah, dating a sympath let alone fucking one was down right crazy, but he was a daring male. As the fresh May air hit his body, he was reminded to head home and so he did. With a smile, he dematerialized, his eyes forever remembering that sweet ass of hers.

Slayher didn't know why she let him go, but her gut told her to let him leave. That he wasn't meant to be touched, not by someone like her. Sympaths weren't the best to have as lovers, clear and point. If wouldn't even be right to have a warrior like him have her. No. Such a thing would be tragic. She remembered how it went with Murdher and Xhex. She didn't believe the male was dead, no way. But she never asked and never pressed her cousin for details about the incident. Focusing her thoughts, Slayher looked down on the dance floor, trying to loose herself on the flow of moving bodies. She didn't even notice her cousin, until she heard her voice.

"You like him?"Xhex asked, standing next to her. The two were alike, except for Xhex who had her hair short like a mans and wore shitkicker boots all the time, not deadly stiletto heels like Slayher. And while Xhex had gunmetal gray eyes, her's was a sky blue, very lovely for a woman who was a born killer. Not bothering to look at her cousin, she said in a cool tone, "No. And don't even press me alright."she said, her eyes searching the crowd, though she knew he wasn't there, since he just left.

"FYI. I won't press, but at least keep your hormones in check. Don't mess with a Brother Slayher, fair warning."Xhex said and walked off. Was it that easy? Xhex fell for a Brother, and what happened? He went running from her after he risked his life and saved her. The male that dreamed of her knew what she was and he didn't care. Maybe with her, it'll be different, but the last thing she wanted was for Xhex to see that Slayher managed to fall for a Brother and keep him. She wouldn't do that, not to her, especially not her. She was dear to Slayher. If it weren't for Xhex, Slayher would still be up in that colony, fighting for her life. Escaping after finding out about she having a blood relation was what kept her going until she managed to make her move, escape the colony and find sanctuary here, in this club, with not only Xhex, but with Revh, iAm and Trez. They were her family and if the Scribe Virgin was giving her a chance to keep building it and adding more to it, then chances were she might take that opportunity or let it slip away from her hands. The last thing she wanted was being alone. She had been alone for almost two hundred years of her life, beaten, abused, messed with. She wanted something any female wanted and that was a family. A strong fine male of worth and lots of children who would look like her and her mate. Slayher looked down at her hands and thought,

Could hands that kill be gentle enough to hold an infant?

To others the answer would have been yes, but to her, the answer was no. Slayher was a killer, a murderer. How could she use these killing hands to hold an infant. She didn't want to think about it. Not now. Instead, she preoccupied herself by breaking up a bar fight that was happening. She would thank the fidiots for the annoying distraction.

Xhex stood by small stairs that led to the dance floor. She watched as her cousin descended them, heading out to break up a stupid bar fight. She wondered how okay it was to let her cousin even mess with a Brother. The last thing she wanted was for Slayher to get her heart broken the same way it did with Xhex. Loosing Murdher was the hardest thing and though there was no proof, Xhex knew the male was dead, no questions about it. Yeah, it wouldn't be fair to keep her only blood relative from being happy. The female suffered for who knows how long up in that damn colony before finally escaping and finding a piece of her family. Xhex rubbed the back of her neck, remembering that night. ZeroSum was about to close and Xhex and Trez were kicking out a few druggies and drunkies. When everyone was gone, they checked to make sure no one was around, until Xhex found Slayher in the woman's bathroom, her hair in tangles, her clothes ripped and dirty, her face smudged with dirt. She was thin, way to thin for her size. Xhex was about to kick her out, until she stopped, feeling as if she knew the female.

Slayher had turned her head, looking from the mirror, to Xhex and looked her up and down. She didn't smile, didn't say anything at first. Xhex hated to be looked at, let alone checked out and observed, but then she refrained when Slayher spoke.

"You don't look like him...that's a plus." She simply said and went back to looking into the mirror, ran warm water and lathered her hands with soap, only to begin washing her face. "You know how happy I am that you don't look like that bastard. God, how your mahmen suffered."She suddenly said and heard a bang and metal bending.

Xhex had just gritted her teeth, hissing. "Who the fuck are you and how do you know me?"She had demanded, her eyes glowing.

Slayher wiped her face dry with a paper towel and just shrugged, saying, "I'm your cousin. Your...father...was my father's brother."Slayher, leaned against the sink, arms crossed. "Funny..isn't. Both are mahmens were taken and raped by sympaths. I didn't know about you, until my father told me."She snorted. "Bastard killed her...kept me, told me what happened to my uncle and about what he had done. I didn't know about you, until sometime."She shook her head, laughing a bit. "I escaped that rat hole...just to find you."

"And I'm to believe all this. That you just happen to be my cousin. My only blood relative. Bull shit, alright. I don't know what you heard about me, but I'm nothing to you."Xhex said, ready to personally kick Slayher out, until she was stopped by...laughter.

"Oh God...figured I'd be turned away. I understand. Having someone just appear, tell you you have a cousin and expect things to be all happy and joy. Well...hey, I gave it a shot. So if you want to kick me out, go ahead."Slayher didn't budge, just stood there, arms crossed, eyes locked with Xhex.

After a few miutes passed by, all Xhex could do was curse and punch the metal towel dispenser once again. "Your my cousin..."She said, shaking her head. "Fucking for real."She said, looking at Slayher, only to receive a nod as a yes. "And what do you want from me, huh?"

Silence had passed, minutes ticking away and just as Xhex was about to demand an answer, what she got wasn't something totally unexpected.

"Nothing." Slayher had said. "So long as you knew of me and my existence, that's all I wanted. Now that you know, I'm out of here."and with that, she pushed away from the sink, heading for the door. When she reached for the handle, her arm was grabbed, xhex stopping her. "Yes?"

Xhex didn't look at her for a moment, not until a few minutes passed, until she finally spoke. "I'll get you a job here. Give you a place to stay."She said. Slayher just stood there, surprised really.

"I don't need anythi-"

"Bullshit you don't need anything from me. Look at you. Look at what your wearing. Let me just fucking do this for you. For all that you went through in that fucking hell hole." Xhex wasn't one to plead, but with Slayher, she was damn close to doing it. Finally, Slayher had agreed and both Xhex and her had become all chummy...in a silent killer way. They didn't smile at each other, didn't hug, didn't say they loved each other, but from that day on, they had a connection. That was about five years ago and now, here they were. Xhex watching as Slayher easily handled to beefy looking human males and escorted them out of the club.

Slayher didn't bother with males. She didn't date or wasted her time. All she used them for was a quick one, two fuck and that was it. She only drank from either iAm or Trez. Revh...she wouldn't take from him. No one knew why, but all she said was that it just wouldn't feel right.

Turning away, she saw Revhenge step out from the dark hallway that led to his office, his sable coat on, cane in hand, hat on his head. She quickly went towards him, quick stepping it, until she stopped right in front of him.

"Where are you going?"She asked, not being nice about it.

Revhenge simply rolled his eyes. "Out mother. Why? I'm not to go out passed twelve or what?" he said a little peeved.

Xhex narrowed her eyes. "Of course you can go out, I just want to know where and with who. Unless you're just heading back at your place?"

Revhenge didn't want to say that he was hitting up the new club that he went a few weeks ago. If Xhex were to find out that Revh wanted to get chummy with the owner, then yeah, he wouldn't hear the end of it. " Just out for a drive...by myself thank you. I'm tired of being cooped up here or at my house. And before you ask, no your not tagging along, neither is Trez or iAm, alright."He said and walked off before she managed to get her last two cents, which she still did even as he opened the emergency door.

"Call within the fucking hour, or else I'm coming for you."Was all she said and Revh stepped out.

The May air hit his body, though he could not feel it. No doubt it was fresh and crisp, but all his body was registering was that is was cold as hell and he needed to get inside his Bentley ASAP. He thanked Trez for leaving his ride in the alley and Revhenge tried his best to quick step it, but he cursed his useless ass body for being what it is. If it weren't for the dopamine, Revh would easily walking his club without the use of a cane. Be able to hold his body up, like the proud male that he was. But because of his half sympath side, he couldn't afford to have his mind unleash itself and simply attack any bystander within its radius, making them do unthinkable things to either themselves or to others. Unlocking his ride, he climbed in, slammed the door shut, revved up the engine and had the heated blasting on high. Slowly, his body heated, though it still felt like it wasn't enough.

He placed the shift on drive and sped out of the alley, easing out without causing an accident and made his way just a few blocks down. The female she had met was rather...interesting, something that Revh...for some reason, just wanted to know more of. Something about that female made Revh just was to be near her. He passed slow cars, going left and right, switching lanes without bothering to signal. The club wasn't far. Passing Screamers and his new place, the Iron Mask, Andrea's club was settled right close to Sam's actually. He was surprised when the lot there was taken, then again, who would have thought a night club would be settled there. Easing off the street and onto the clubs parking lot, her parked in one of the many empty spaces, though a few cars here and there and a very familiar black Escalade. He quirked a brow and simply turned his car off and eased out, using his cane for balance. He slammed his door shut, locked it and made his way towards the entrance.

The doors were rather nice, metal and chrome all around. He pulled one open and stepped in, smelling the sweet scent of wood dust. The flashed all around, then dimmed on and off. Revh made his way to the dance floor and spotted the blonde female in the center, hands on her hips, heading her call out to someone.

"Perfect. The lights work great. Now the stage lights."She shouted and a few lights lit up from the stage floor, dimming and brightening up. Then dimmed off, only to have the lights from the top light, change colors and flash.

"Perfect. All the lights work V. Were done for the night."She said and turned, jumping when she saw Revh. "Jesus, don't stand there like a stalker."She said, shaking her head.

Revh only chuckled. "Sorry. Didn't want to disturb you or your...light inspection."He chuckled and heard a scoff. He looked up to see V appear.

"You tell the worsts jokes." V said, looking at Revh.

"And you give the best pick up lines."He shot back with a smile.

V smirked and bowed his head. "Touche' my man, touche'."he turned to look down at Andrea. "Lights are wired, place it secure, all your camera's are operational. Your good to go on all the electrical stuff."He said, shaking her hand.

"Thanks my man. I owe you. You guys get free drinks from me."She said and looked to Revh.

V smiled "Well isn't that nice. A certain someone doesn't offer that."He scoffed, knowing to well Revh had his reason. "Anyway, I'm out. Meeting my Brother for a few hours of clean up. Andrea, Revh, have a pleasant night." V waved his hand and was out in a blink of an eye.

Andrea turned back to Revh, arms crossed. "Well..what brings you hear?"

"Just to check the place out, see how it was doing." Revh moved passed her, looking around. "Its looking good."He let his eyes gaze at the shiny floor, the clean carpeting, the lit up bar counters and the nice stage. He distracted himself, trying his best not to turn around and look at her. He shouldn't have come here. Shouldn't have even bothered or even thought of her, but dammit, it was something about her, something...alluring. Revh, hissed lowly at himself, wanting to punch himself, though he sure as hell wouldn't feel the damn pain. His back towards her, he focused his eyes on the bars, loving the color she choice, as well as the lights. As he let his mind wonder, he wasn't aware she was behind until she spoke, surprising him.

"If you need something, all you have to do is ask, alright."She said, arms still crossed, waiting for him to turn around.

He didn't dare turn, nope. If he did, he would sure as hell look like an idiot, even say something stupid. Yeah, he should leave, just dematerialize out of here and to his car. Get in and drive off, back to his place, where he can just crawl into bed and force himself not to think of her.