How Life's Rivers Flow

By Vampire-knows

Lupo

This was not going to be a simple trade. He didn't just want his convertible back. He wasn't going to prove his ability by obtaining my baby and then give her back in return for something he already owned. He wanted something more from me.

What did he want? Well, that's what I was trying to figure out.

I sashayed back over to Iggy with my Mai Tai in hand, half of it already gone. He was busy with some chick, making her giggle like a little school girl, completely under his control.

I stood off to the side of their little ordeal, swallowing my disgust along with the last of my Mai Tai. I tapped on some older guy's shoulder, knowing Iggy was keeping track of my every move even though it didn't show. The man turned around, hungry eyes raking up and down my body and a grin splitting across his semi-handsome face.

"Can you take this back to the bar for me?" I asked, voice innocent but eyes burning.

He nodded, eagerly snatching the glass from my hand. "You want a refill, hot stuff?" his voice was low in a pathetic attempt at sultry.

"I'm good now. Maybe later."

He ran off, leaving me to turn back to the mess that was the chick trying to convince Iggy to follow her into the ladies restroom. But then I caught her gaze, the innocent look I had been feeding that man like candy dropping off my face. My expression was dry and void of emotion, my eyes conveying the only word it took to get her to listen. Leave.

"I, uh, never mind," she squeaked, pushing away from Iggy and stumbling away quickly. Iggy watched her leave, stunned and confused for a moment before turning around nonchalantly to glance at me.

I didn't feign disinterest. We both knew what was going on. If this was the game he wanted to play, then I would have to comply. Instead, I just raised an eyebrow at him and let my smirk play on my face. "Well, that was rude of her," I spoke up casually, watching as his own smirk lit up.

"Getting desperate there, aren't you?" he asked slyly, starting to move to the music again while waiting for my response.

"I want my car back," I answered, starting to dance as well though I was more preoccupied by our conversation.

"It's technically my car now," he stated and placed his hands on my hips, deciding if he was going to talk with someone while dancing he might as well make it less awkward to onlookers. He had an image to upkeep, after all. "I have the papers, bill of sale, everything."

"I owned that car for two years," I explained, moving my hops to the beat and stepping closer to him. "I saved her from a scrap yard, fixed her up, made her into the gorgeous thing she is today, all by myself. For all intents and purposes, she's mine."

"And if you try to take her, I'll be seeing you in a cell," he all but growled into my ear, his hot breath giving me an involuntary shiver. The smirk on his face didn't move, but mine had fallen into obscurity as I moved onto my next tactic.

"How much do you want for her?"

"I've seen the shack of an apartment you live in, Greyback. You don't have money."

"I can get some."

I could get a part time job. If my new band didn't get any gigs early on, I was going to have to anyway if I ever wanted cash of my own. Hell, I knew other ways of 'finding' money. Whatever amount he wanted, I could get it. Probably.

Iggy chuckled, "I'm not selling her. You'll have to try harder than that."

"I'll do all of your school work for you." You might fail, but I'll do it.

"That's almost a worse offer than the money," he laughed, having fun with this as I got progressively desperate.

I got my lips close to his ear, not having to go up on my toes too much due to my heeled boots, "What about something more intimate?"

"That's definitely a worse offer than the money," he snorted, though I could tell by the change in body language that he didn't really believe that. But apparently he had a goal that I had not reached yet.

I was about to open my mouth again when there was a tap on my shoulder, making me part from Iggy's grip and turn around. My annoyed look instinctually turned back into innocence as soon as I came face to face with the man from earlier.

He was holding another Mai Tai out to me while trying to smolder, something I was pretty sure I had only witnessed Fang and Aidan pull off.

I took it from him and took a long drink, actually thankful for the refill on the small buzz I had going. "Wanna dance with me instead of that string bean, baby?" he asked, watching me finish the drink.

I glanced over at the bar, seeing the long line of people waiting for drinks. "Can you get me another refill first?" I asked sweetly, sending him on his way and turning around to find that Iggy had wandered off to the side of the room, away from all of the people.

I went to join him, keeping my walk sultry as I approached. When I reached him, he was leaning against the wall, the girl from earlier gabbing away with a hand on his chest. As soon as she spotted me, though, she hightailed it, leaving Iggy alone.

I grabbed ahold of the edges of his jacket and placed my lips next to his ear once again, wasting no time, "What am I going to have to do to get my car back?"
He took his time to answer, his smirk getting wider as he did so until it had morphed into a grin by the time he spoke. "You are going to have to follow my every command, every order, no matter what. Do this well enough for long enough and you just might get her back."

I mulled it over in my head, though I already knew my answer. I stepped back from him, raising a hand for him to shake, "Okay."

He just stared at my hand before looking me in the eyes with a burning gaze, "This deal is too big for a simple handshake. We need to seal this another way."

I couldn't help the little smirk that made its way onto my face, "Fine, but not here."

I climbed out of the passenger side of Iggy's convertible, staring up at the towering house before me. His family must have been loaded, though I had already guessed that from his car.

I followed Iggy up to the front door, watching as he walked in with no regards to noise. Either no one else was home, or he didn't care whose attention he pulled. He led the way through the fancy house and up the stairs, finally reaching what was probably his bedroom.

It was about the size of my apartment itself, and very tidy for the most part. The walls were a dark midnight blue that matched the bedspread on what looked to be a California King sized mahogany bed. I didn't get to continue my observation of the scenery though.

My attention had been pulled by the long fingers that were busying themselves with the unzipping of my dress.