A demoness awakens LI
Disclaim: The charas are not mine, they belong to Kim Harrison and her Hollow series.
Side-fiction: Taming ones lust

WARNING: Spoilers from "Black magic santion"
Pairing: Rachel / Al
Charas: Rachel / Trent / Quen
Summary: Rachel has jumped, but whereto, and whats gonna happen there? Find out^^.

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A demoness awakens LI: Demon in the office

- Rachel -
I almost expected problems with the jump, since daylight didn't seemed to like me anymore. But it didn't even hurt as I came through at Trent's office.
The blond elf was talking on the phone and freezed in middle sentence.

"What in the Turn's name…" he bashed the cradle of the phone onto its body. Little cracks in the plastic surface showed how strong he really was.
"What the hell are you doing in my office, Rachel? And what's up with these cloths?" I pause while I notized that I was still wearing Takata's robe… only Takata's robe. A blush started to come up, but Trent had seen the real deal, as well as half of the country, so I tried to fight it back. No point for feeling mortified now.
I probably failed at the attempt to keep myself from blushing, but Trent only saw the grin on my lips as I took one of his vases off the rack and made it slip my fingers. The carefully worked porcelain, which was probably worth five times my rent cost, broke.

"Hey, that's mine." He hissed at me, while I slowly rounded the corner.
"Trenton Aloysius Kalamack, I'm pretty peeved at the moment." My eyes found his and he slowly rose to his feet. I still didn't get how Trent always mananaged to keep his composure. He had to know he was in deep shit with me. I had used all three of his names, like a demon. I have never done so before.
"What the hack are you talking about? Get out of my office otherwise I'll sic Quen on your ass." I laughed and it sounded scary even to me.

"Trenton, dear… the place I'll take you to has no Quen." I licked my lips and he reeled back only now acknowledging the threat I could pose.
"Rachel! You promised!" It almost sounded like the beginning of panic. Delicious and exactly what I wanted from him.
"Yes, yes… I promised… whatever. Trenton Aloysius Kalamack… someone ratted us out to Cormel and I want to know who. I'll only ask you this once… and if you dare to lie to me I'm going to enforce the familiar bound. Do you get that? That run almost killed us all… and this was the last drop in the sink. I won't ever allow anyone else to step on my back again… you get that? You want demon… you get it!" He made big eyes on me.

"Yes." He gulped sharply, obviously planning to kill me in the back of his head. I so didn't care right now.
"I don't know who it was, but it hadn't been me, that much I know for sure." His voice sounded thin, but at least he wasn't lying to me. Good for him and good for me.
God knew, I didn't want to make Trent my familiar, but after I threatened him with it, I would have to go through with it, otherwise my threats would mean nothing in the future.

"So, tell me Trent… do you have any idea who you can blame this on? Maybe Cormel has been spying on you." I sat down on the table and watched his moves carefully.
The robe slide down my leg as I crossed them, it flashed a long hairless well-trained leg to him. Trent's eyes flickered over to it, only to move back to my eyes. His ears turned a little red. So he noted it, had he been fantasizing about my naked self? It almost made me blush again, but my inner demon saw the big opportunity to intimidating him with it.

"Spies… from Cormel, I don't think there are any spies in the inner circle. And they were the only people who witnessed your visit." I raised my eyebrows at that, while my fingers circled my knee. His eyes automatical tracked the movement. Funny, was Trent attracted to me?

My thoughts went back to the inner circle Trent had mentioned. It had to include himself, Quen, Ceri and Dr. Anders, since they had been the only people present beside Vampiric Charms. Sadly, the damn ley line witch was the only one I could think of.

Ceri had asked me to be her daughter's Godmother, and she was a lot better educated in demon law than I. She surely knew all the ways it could screw her and her daughter's ass over if she were to betray me. But was it a violation off our deal after all, I didn't know? I would have to ask either Al or Dali about it.
Ceri was wise and old, and probably even more virtual than Trent, would she try to off me back-stabbing wise? Would she risk the safety of Jenks and Ivy by doing so? I had no clue, how reckless she could get if it came to protecting the ones she loved.
On the other hand the pretty elf woman knew Al much longer than I, and I had the strong feeling she had a lot of respect for his ability to keep himself among the living.
She would have known that this trap could only fail and color, me suspicious, but the woman was too intelligent to mess it up like that.

Trent was a mouseburger, and his ass was on the line even more than any others, since he was the legally aspirants for the job of being my familiar. He had sicced the Coven on my ass because of it. And I had no doubt he would try something resembling again if the chances to come out of it on the winning side were high enough. But things have changed, I was no longer the proto-demon creature his father had created by curing my Rosewood Syndrom, no I was a fully fledged demon woman, with instincts and powers and a mate on my side.
He also knew his door would be the first I would kick in to get in his face, given I survive his attempt on my life in the first place. No, if Trent were behind it he would have made sure I dropped dead and stayed that way. Good thing he was in the dark about the demon resurrection curse… so even with that he would still be on my shit-list.

That left Quen and Dr. Anders. Anders had been a bitchy little professor at the University of Cincy. She went off a bridge to fake her death. It might have been her only choice to survive the real killer, who happened to be Al… ironically. She left me alone with Nick as my familiar and no way to break the bound. I was still pretty pissed at her for this, even if I could understand her motivation. Staying alive was always a good and powerful motivation.
The woman had attact me as I was visiting Ceri and her daughter, and she had paid for it up the ass. To be true I still didn't know how she was holding herself up after Al had glutted her with force. Another of his going-postal-on-people I had forgotten he messing with my head? It was going to stop right there, or I was bound to kick him in his family juwels. But since Dr. Anders had been unconscious for more than half of the meeting she couldn't be the culprit.

So it was down to Quen, but he was Trent's head of security, and Ceri's fiancé as well as Maria's father. He had heard a lot of stuff about demons that Trent probably wasn't aware of. Especially about Al. Not a pleasant thought to know all his little dark secrets, while you were told by a person who had witnessed it all first handed. I shuddered at the thought of this and shook my head.
Quen was more aware of the fact whose door I was going to kick in, and whose job it would be to get me out of Trent's office, should the attempt fail. And he knew I could bring the demon along. A pretty pissed one, who had been Ceri's master once. The demon with all the bad little corners in his mind, he was just waiting for my decision to make Trent my familiar. Al had offered to beat him into shape more than once already. Color me suspious but I didn't think being his mate would change the offer. No, he might even upgrade it. Even if I had no clue what his demon-mind would come up with next. I seriously didn't want to know. Quen was an excellent warrior, he had also been my dad's friend, and to top it off he wasn't known for being stupid or bored out of his mind. He couldn't be at fault either.

Well and here I stood, right at the beginning of my quest, not an inch closer to the solution. A slightest growl escaped my lips and Trent stared at me with disquiet eyes.
His gaze finally traveled from my leg to my face, my fingers stopped circling my knee and our glances met.

"Trent, listen, if you know anything, I would suggest that you tell me now. Without Al looming behind me, because I seriously doubt that he will be as patient as I."
The elf turned pale at the name of my demon. He shook his head.
"Rachel, I seriously don't know how Cormel could have gotten wind about your little raid party. Really. I've better things to do than to mess up your life… you're doing a far better job on that matter than anyone else ever could." I hissed at him, but fuck, he was telling the truth. I was better screwing everything up than anybody else.

"So help me out Trent, if we don't find the culprit, Al will. And he's probably going to leave a path of blood in his wake." His eyebrow rose.
"You're sleeping with him… so you go and put him on a leash." I pinched my eyes to slits until only the black was showing.
"Trent, you don't want to go there. Really you don't." His beautiful curved lips moved into a smirk of barely surpressed glee.
"What, is the demon not good enough?" He whispered and it felt like magic unvealed around me. Swept against my aura and I rose my eyebrows.

"Gee, Trent, am I crazy or are you jeaulous?" Now it was the elfs turn to look peeved which made my mood instantaneous better.
Silence fell over us as the door to his office opened. Quen was holding a pile of papers and looked at me like I had just stepped out of a horror flick.
I flashed my most affectionate smile at Trent as I moved closer. Quen's eyes became slits and he was positively not amused. Oh I would give him a reason to be not amused.
Trent's eyes shifted back to me as his security officer put the stack of paper down.

"What are you doing here, Rachel? And how did you get behind the security borders." I laughed out loud, and hell it sounded psychotic. Where was this coming from?
"I just came by to tell Trent that I'm not impressed by the Cormel incident and that should he be the one at fault… he's going to fill the still vacant post of my familiar." My smirk moved over to Quen, like I needed to emphase that Trent was legally mine.

The security officer turned a bit pale at first, but not for long since he turned red right afterwards.
"Leave!" he ordered me. I grinned into his direction and seized Trent by his tie, pulling him down to my face. Inchs of air remained between us. Quen started muttering Latin and reached for the line, while Trent's blue eyes went wide with rising panic.

"I would suggest you two find me the traitor in your little inner circle. And I recommend that you do it fast. Fast enough that you can give the culpit to Al, come sundown, otherwise he's gonna turn this place upside down. I seriously doubt that I would be able to do much about it either."

Quen moved to the right, I knew he was just searching for a better angle to throw his black spell at me. Trent wasn't fighting my hold, so I jerked him closer.
I still didn't know why I did it but I kissed him, wild and with tongue and lips behind it. The elf went totally stiff in my embrace and dropped to his knees as I let go of him.
Quen's outcry was one of complete rage and he threw his spell.
Eyes closing as I raised a sheet of protection between us and him. It was almost entirely black by now, but I didn't care anymore. There was no way to turn myself back into a witch.

Trent gaped at me like I had lost my mind, and perhaps he was correct. A big sadistic smile moved over my lips.
"See you soon Trent." I gave him a bunny kiss-kiss and jumped.

Hopeful this little performance had emphased the pretty bad situation he was in, and would make them both work fast enough that nightfall wouldn't turn into a fucking bloodbath.
Sure I could keep Al occupied with the dinnerplans, but it was a long night until the meeting, and if Al wanted to find time to mess with Trent, he would find some.


Sorry for making you wait so long for this chapter. I was pretty busy the last few weeks.
Hope you like the little scene at Trents office ^^.