Autumn Leaves
Disclaimer: Don't own Victorious
A/N: I want to upload early to RESPOND TO GUEST: Yeah Jesse's death wasn't for naught though, I do have an announcement but one that I shall not say here in the author note. Except one of you may realize it, you may not, but I am going to throw in a temporary treat for you: The only clue may be a change in cover photo. Jesse was a good relationship for Trina, however, perhaps: Perhaps all hope is not lost? There will be a mini-arc and then something more that is in the works. Hey, I've finished writing AL a long time ago, so I had a little time during my new job on campus. Anyway, now that I got that response out of the way: Enjoy the early treat chapter. (There are only 7 chapters left after this one)
Chapter 51 (Femme Fatales verses the Cravens)
Wesley opened his door, stunned to see Trina leaning against the door frame. He expected her as she called him and told her she wanted to meet him for a little 'private time'. That being said, he sent his guards away, and Roger was now guarding the premises. "Hello, big boy." She was wearing black lingerie which was covered by a transparent black dress that stopped inches above her knees. In her right hand was a leather whip, on her face was a black kitty mask, and tucked neatly in her bra were two capped syringes. She rolled her tongue along her lips and spoke in a sultry voice. "Hope you haven't been too busy."
"You've come crawling to me now that Jesse is gone?" His words stabbed at her like a knife to the gut, but she retained her stoic expression and remained in the act. "I knew this day would come," Wesley took her wrist to pull her in, but she pulled away from him.
"Uh uh. I like to be in control, Wesley. You should know that by now." At least that much was true. What she wasn't saying was there was absolutely no possible way she was letting him touch her. "I hope you like it kinky, because I'm going to tie you up and enjoy you my way." She stepped inside and turned around to rub up against him. She lifted her arms up and around his neck, causing him to shudder in delight.
"Tell me. Has he had you in bed?"
"A little soon." She felt his hand on her hip, then instantly spun away from him. She shook her finger at him, scolding. "I will be in control. You don't get to touch me. I touch you." He was revolting and had the smell of alcohol on his breath, but he was nowhere near drunk.
"You are quite the temptress. I have rope in my bedroom…" She did a double take and raised an eyebrow at him. The man had rope? Perhaps she shouldn't be surprised, given the things that revolved around this lunatic. "Are you sure you don't want to be the one tied up?"
"Oh I'm sure." This wouldn't work on Beck, she knew that much. The man was too smart for his own good, a complete opposite of this hack. "I said I am going to be in control here."
"All right, all right." As she followed him to his bedroom, she started to see more and more trash from fast food restaurants such as McDonalds and Burger King. Trina rolled her eyes and smirked with satisfaction as she clenched her fists and entered the bedroom to see him already shirtless and on the bed. "The rope is in my closet."
"Oh you just make this too easy…Give a struggle at least." She retrieved the rope and moved around to the bed. She grabbed his wrists and yanked them onto the headboard, causing him to yell out in pain. "Oh I'm sorry, let me know if it's too tight for you. Big boy." She bound his wrists together and tied them to the bedpost on the right. Her next move was to tie his ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.
"Kinky, just the way I like. Tell me, how does it feel to be with a real man?"
She gagged as a ferocious stench ran into her nostrils and induced a severe wave of nausea. She turned around, retching as she reached up to her nose. Once done, she returned to the man, straddling his waist and moving her hands onto his disgusting, hairy checks. "Well. I'd say it felt good to be with a real man." She leaned down, letting her hair fall beside her and next to his face as she studied his curious gaze. "Unfortunately for you, that man was not you."
By now, the memory of her night with Jesse had fully returned to her. She never forgot the feel of his arms around her, or his body meshed with her. It was true what she'd told Tori so long ago, parting after something like that left too much pain afterwards.
"You don't think I am a real man?"
"Do you want my honest answer, Wesley?" With one hand, she pulled out the two syringes. Wesley's eyes began to widen as she slowly uncapped the long needles. "No, I don't think you're a real man. At least, you'd never be man enough to have me. Only two men would ever have been man enough, and only one of them ever did have me…To answer your earlier question. Yes, that man was Jesse. I loved him, and when he died, my heart burst…"
"Shit!" Wesley began struggling in his binds, screaming out for someone to help him. She wrapped her palms around the full needles and narrowed her eyes as he began to sweat and look up at her, full of fear.
"You're going to feel what that feels like. To have your heart burst. To want to die, to wish, pray, and beg the one that killed your lover to kill you too…To cry and scream, but realize no one's there to save you…"
"Get off me, bitch!"
"Stop calling me bitch!" With a loud roar, she jabbed him in the heart with the syringes and pushed the cap down. Wesley arched himself, screaming in anguish. When they were emptied, she hopped off him and pulled the needles out, watching as he whimpered and trembled. "Have some fucking respect for women you filthy, disgusting, revolting asshole."
"What did you shoot me with! What-" He began convulsing and trying to grab for his chest.
"Adrenaline injections. Full dosages. Enough to give you a heart attack and too low to detect otherwise. Since most of the police are corrupt enough and full of Scrapperz rats, the most anyone's going to think is you were having a little too much 'happy-fun time' after eating all those McDonalds burgers, and overworked your heart. Goodbye Wesley." She moved for the doorway, stopping as he let out a final cry.
"You won't win. My men are still out there."
"Oh. That's another thing." She turned her head over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. "They're not. The Cravens die today." She walked out, ignoring his screams and cries for help. She needn't wait around, as he was already complaining about his heart. "Some men just don't know when it's overdone until it's over. Such as waste."
At Dmitri's ranch, Travis was unable to be there to take the man out, so he sent his Lieutenant Mandy instead. Mandy didn't take long, since she'd worked with engines for most her life due to her family's life working in an auto shop. Granted planes and cars were different, but for her, that was only in theory.
She'd studied engines most her life, of all kinds, and it really didn't take much to cause an engine failure. She backed away from the crop duster and hurried towards a tree when she heard Dmitri's voice nearby. The man was walking with a girl who had her head turned down, clearly annoyed and upset. She growled under her breath and watched as the man climbed into his plane, boasting his ability. "You should see me fly, I swear there's no better pilot than me!"
"Whatever," The girl replied. Mandy leaned against the tree and swept her hand through her blonde locks, grinning as Dmitri started to take off.
"Old Bill was smarter than this guy." She flipped a wrench in her hand and watched as Dmitri began to show off by performing several barrel rolls in the air. She let out a loud yawn and started to walk off the ranch when she heard someone shouting from the sky. Her lip tucked into a smirk as she glanced over her shoulder in time to see the man's plane plummeting to the earth. "And Travis said this was going to be difficult." She shrugged her shoulders and continued her departure as the other girl ran for the crash. "Never let a man do a woman's job."
Rachel stepped into the barber shop where Eric was getting his haircut. She was pleased to see it was one of those shops where there was only one actual barber working, and no cameras. Eric was sitting already in his chair, and the barber was gone, lured out by a feigned emergency call from his wife. For some reason, Eric decided to remain there, which worked out well for her.
"Hello there," she began. Eric looked up from his magazine and raised an eyebrow at her. She pulled on a pair of gloves and started to walk over to him. "I'm here to finish your haircut."
"Oh? Really?"
"Yes sir." She picked up a barber's old fashioned razor blade and stepped behind him. He had a thick brown beard that was in patches. "You look like you need a shave, did you request one?"
"That would be nice. Last girl I was with said I needed a trim."
"Of course. Let me get right on that…" She slowly applied the shaving cream to his face while rolling her eyes and grimacing with disgust. The magazine he was reading was an odd one for a barber shop to have, as it was full of girls in bikini wear and other lingerie. "How fitting that's the last thing this guy's ever going to see."
She started to trim his beard, gaining up his trust. He hummed to himself and she put her fingers to his chin to tilt his head upwards. "Let me grab these whiskers on your neck…" Eric closed his eyes as she started to slide the razor down his chin and neck. When she got to the jugular vein, she tilted her head and looked to the magazine. "Well I hope you're enjoying the women on those pages."
"Sure am."
"Good…they'll look nice…drenched with your blood." Eric's eyes widened as she pressed in and made a small slit across his jugular. His hands flew to his neck as blood began to seep out. She dropped the blade in his lap, then made her way out of the shop, scoffing under her breath.
At the bar, Raven sat alongside Marvin, who was busy downing his fifth shot of Grey Goose. The man didn't notice her, or even recognize her as a Black Knight. The only other person was the bartender, and he was half asleep as it was. "Hey there hot stuff," Raven started, "What's cooking?" Marvin looked over to her with a light groan. He had a heavy five o'clock shadow and bags beneath his eyes.
"Depressed. My fiancé broke up with me."
"That's too bad."
"Yeah…I keep hoping the next bottle will finish me off."
"Love hurts."
"You think someone's your soul mate, then this shit happens." Raven slowly nodded and shook her head, letting her mind drift to Trina. She started to smile as she leaned back on the stool.
"You know, I have a friend that could use this, maybe you could use it too." He raised an eyebrow as Raven swept her hand through her hair. "There's this book called Blue-Eyed Devil, written by Lisa Kleypas-great read! I love it!"
"What's it about?" Eager to talk about one of her favorite books, she clapped her hands together and grinned wide.
"Okay, the guy-the 'blue eyed devil' is a self made millionaire named Hardy Cates. Kind of comes from a bad part of town, bad life and has a lot of enemies through the life he's lived. He's at the top of an oil industry, and always has vengeance on mind. Then there's the Heiress, a woman named Haven Travis. She comes from a highly wealthy and revered family but doesn't want to live the life they want her to. She marries a man they disapprove of and she goes on this highly dangerous course that screws her over. She comes home a couple years later, guarded and keeping her heart closed to others. Then-she meets Hardy Cates! Enemy to her family and the one person that can open her back up as their destinies unfold together." She clasped her hands to her chest and squealed with delight while Marvin simply raised an eyebrow. "I have got to suggest that book to Trina!"
Even though it was likely to be the last thing Trina would likely want to read, given her current situation and her tendency to make connections to everything around her. "So what's the big thing you think would be good?"
"This quote said by the author, Lisa Kleypas." She cleared her throat, ready to recite the quote word for word and eager to return to Trina and tell her the same quote. "I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that at very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."
"That is actually pretty deep."
"Yeah…" It was almost a shame she'd have to kill him now. "What do you say we go for a walk?"
"Sure…"
Within minutes she was guiding this man down a darkly lit street. He was stumbling all over himself, which was proving both useful and difficult. As she stepped beside a large tree, she saw a pair of headlights coming towards them at high speed. "You know Marvin, this has been a good talk."
"Yes. Yes it has."
"It's almost a pity I have to kill you. I'm sorry."
"What?" She pushed him forward, causing him to stumble out into the street. He moaned as the oncoming car honked at him. Raven ducked into hiding and looked away just as the car smacked into him and sent him flying through the air. Whoever the driver was didn't stop, so Raven was able to run up and check on Marvin. He had blood coming from his ears, mouth, and was no longer moving. When she checked his pulse, she confirmed him dead, and the shattered bottle in his hand gave proof that it was a drunken accident.
"Fitting though. Cravens, wiped out by women." She chuckled darkly and made her way away from the scene. "Still! Got to tell Trina that quote! Maybe it'll inspire her to feel better…"
So the Cravens bit it. Your thoughts?
