A demoness awakens LII
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 / Al
Summary: Rachel comes back home, and brings foot and coffee. But her demon has been busy... and so a dangerous surprise is waiting for her.
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A demoness awakens LII: Trouble in paridise
- Rachel -
I jumped into the kitchen, together with two coffees and some Chinese takeout. Being a demon had obviously a few pros I had never thought about before.
Scarying the crap out of people to get coffee and foot for free was definitive a turn on.
My eyes scanned the kitchen. Where was Al? And since when was I so eager to scare people? Was I still high from my gig at Trent's?
I was about to reach for my demon's mind as he jumped into his kitchen.
"I brought food and coffee." Two portions of chup shue and two grand late Italian blend with extra cinnamon and whole milk.
He refrained from saying anything and marched right up to me. His eyes were darker than usually and I shuddered at the intensity of his stare. Without meaning to I stepped back a few feet. Al was so angry, that it burnt me through the bond. Worst of it, I didn't know why he was so pissed off.
"Al? I didn't know! It wasn't me." Whatever caused his bad temper had something to do with me. Better to say sorry and ask later what this was all about.
He seized me by the throat and lifted my off the floor. Suddenly breathing became a lot more difficult. I grasped for breathe and tried to pry his fingers from my neck, he just squeezed more forcefully.
I kicked and crawled at him but he was as unmovable as a rock. Without a thought I reached for the line, ready to glut him with force.
My head hit the surface of the kitchen table hard and my vision went dark for seconds. How could the damn demon be so fast? I crawled as his fingers again, reached for his mind.
Panic was bordering at my sanity, was this about me trying to kill him? He ought to know that my control about those stupid instincts was almost none existing.
"I'll not be betrayed!" he hissed and his crawls ripped open the robe, as well as my skin. Blood rushed to the wounds and turned dark blue into black.
"Al… please." My voice was so weak I wasn't even able to hear it over the rapid beating of my heart. He just shook his head.
"NO, I'm talking now, YOU listen!" he shouted at me, his voice barely more than a growl.
"How dare you wandering off, buying daytime in the sun without me, just to come back covered in witch and elf!" My head hit the surface again.
Bad nausea awakened in my stomach and if I had had enough air in my lungs to scream I would have pulked my head off.
'I didn't…' my mind whispered at him.
"YOU didn't WHAT!" His fingers left my throat and he hit me right in the face. Lucky me he was using his palm not his fist. He would have knocked my senseless otherwise.
My ears were ringing with the impacted of his vigor. I fell to the floor only to get the demon right behind me.
"Reach for the line and I'll rip your head off!" He hissed at my ear.
"I didn't be… tray you!" That should have been a scream, but it came out barely as a whisper. Fingers found my hair and he pulled at it.
"Explain!" his order sounded almost like a snake speaking human. Oh hell, I still haven't seen his true form.
"Explain… Rachel… EXPLAIN!" The last even if it was only the slightest mutter had the most impact. It almost sounded like a plead, like Al was at the verge of losing his temper. If this wasn't losing it I didn't want to know what was!
"Robe's Donald's… mum's boyfriend. Elf is Trent, wanted to intimidate him… didn't betray you!" My answer sounded weak, but at least it was the truth.
Al let go of my hair and rose to his feet. He left my bleeding, naked and full of fear on the floor and went for the coffee. His hands peened over his green velvet coat. I hated him worse than ever before.
"Not even a 'thanks' for the damn coffee? That figures! I hate you!" I tried to sit up and my stomach hurt like mad. It took my five seconds to recover and to make a fast survey report. Blood was pretty much everywhere, the robe was rendered useless and I would have to buy another to replace this one. My skin was torn, a few scratches were barely more than a few millimeters, and others were almost an inch deep.
"Have you lost your damn mind?" I shouted at the demon.
Al had his coffee in hand and drank a gulp, he eyed me over. His expression was one of utter boredom but the bond gave away his fight for control.
"What were you doing with Trent?" He asked, his voice was laden with hot fury.
"I ordered him to find the idiot who ratted us out to the undead!" He growled low.
"I wasn't asking about that. What did you do WITH him? Why do you smell of him?" The eyes that pieced mine were cold calculating even if the red was almost glowing.
"Quen came into the room and I wanted to embarrass him in front of his security officer, I kissed him." The demon's eyes got more intensive and a tremble worked its way over his body.
His hand reached into the fork coat and he extracted something that looked suspicious like a syringe. Hot adrenaline ran through my system. If it was what I thought it was, and Al found out, I was going to be toast.
"I would have expected a lot from you, but never that you would try to run off with a fucking ELF! THIS! What is this?" He threw the thing at me and missed by purpose.
My vision swam from the loss of blood. Al wasn't going to do anything about that, and I expected him to do more damage soon. I wanted to be able to fight back, at least as much as I could anyway. My mind connected with the line and Al didn't interrupt my concentration. He probably knew that I was going to heal myself.
Burnt amber washed over me as I reformed, this time completely without cloths, and of course hairy all over once more. I was so going to do something about that. Sitting in front of a furious Al without cloths was so not my image of fun.
"I don't know what the fuck that is! Why do you think I should know?" The dizziness was slowly rethreading as the demon-curse replaced the missing blood.
Interesting side-effect, I hadn't known about that one.
"Because…" and he was right in front of me again, the syringe almost poked into my eyeball. How has it gotten there? I was pretty sure he had thrown it at me. Did he have more than one? How many, was the question? Did he steal Trent's whole supply?
"…this contains your DNA! The demonic DNA! How has the elf gotten his hand on it?" His thumb put pressure on the syringe and a drop of liquid ran down the needle.
I gulped, this was a question I knew the answer too, and Al would smell any lie. My plan was to keep quiet, or to lie by omission, but instead of all my good intentions, I babbled it right into his furious red face.
"I… want to be a witch again!" Instead of hitting me he turned his back on me, walked a few feet and threw the syringe against a wall.
"NO!" He turned back to me, the tails of his coat swirling with the force of motion.
Al's eyes were black as the night-sky without stars. I wanted nothing more than to escape now, but something kept me glued right to the spot. Maybe it was a reaction trained into me by living with Ivy. Don't trigger the vampire's instincts then it's angry!
"Can you blame me? I want to be in the sun again, I want to be with my friends… with my family. I don't want to give up everything to live with you and all the other crazy demons!" A tear I hadn't planned on fell down my cheek. His dark eyes found mine and he snarled a very dark.
"YOU ARE MINE! If you think I will EVER let you go, you're death ass wrong! I'm gonna put an end to your stupid dreams with the sun!"
I really expected him to go for my throat again… but instead he turned his back on me and walked to the ugly face which was his kitchen entrance.
A big lumb formed in my stomach and against all common sense I followed him.
"Wait! What are you going to do?" I asked, my voice sounded a lot stronger than I felt, almost as if I was able to give him orders as well.
He turned his head to me.
"I'm collecting what's yours by right. If he's working my kitchen he can't steal from me!" Al strode further. I took a deep shuddering breath. He was going to abduct Trent; he was going to enforce the familiar bound on us. I had to do something!
Before I could think twice about it I had taken hold on his sleeve, like it would keep the demon from leaving. To my astonishment it did.
Al turned halfway around.
"No chance! You're not going to change my mind anymore. I left you with to much freedom student!" he said, his lips drawn back into a sadistic smile. A cold shudder ran down my spin and made me pause.
His mind was a ball of hard determination, he wouldn't change his mind, and I knew it. It left me only one choice… I had to kill him. I played the scene through my head a few times and noted that I totally didn't want to. Not for Trent anyway.
'There must be another way to save Trent…'
"Please…" I pleaded but he just shook his head.
"A demoness shouldn't be begging… especially not for an elf. That you reject me to an extreme that you risk death for it… well that hurts. But Rachel, you're MINE… mine ALONE, I'll hurt you so deep down your soul that you'll regret that you have ever met me." He hissed and wrested away from my hold on his cloths. More tears fell from my cheek. Hell, I was crying again.
Al took two more steps and reached the face, he would come back with Trent. I had to do something… anything… NOW! Where were those stupid instincts then I needed them?
Nowhere to be seen... of course! Again I snatched his sleeve, but this time I pulled him off the screaming face, right into me.
His eyes were a mess of emotial distress, anger, sadness, loneliness, hurt, hatred and a little tickle of lust.
'Lust?' I blinked as it fell from my eyes like scales, how was it possible to forget one was naked? It was totally beyond me, especially in this situation.
The demon eyed me over, he didn't go for my throat, but he didn't touch me either. Instead he straightened once more and turned back to his original plan. He didn't jerk the sleeve from me this time, but he was stronger than I and would simply pull me with him should I refused to let go.
"Al…" I whispered, and I hoped it sounded as sexy as I wanted it to sound.
The demon paused and raised one of his eyebrows.
"What do you want now, Rachel?" he sounded beaten, annoyed, hopeless. I shook my head, was I really planning to do THAT? With his sad expression and with the longing settling in my groin I was almost sure it would work. But what the hell would that make me. Using my body to get what I want? Turning slut for real… or even worse a whore?
He was about to turn away again, but I couldn't let him do that. I had to save Trent. What in the Turn's name was I doing here? Every time I wanted to help the stupid elf, I ended up in worse shit that before. But I had the power to do something, to make a difference, and this without killing anyone. Well anyone but myself.
I made up my mind and pressed myself into Al. Our bodies' touched, green velvet at my front, his arm between my breasts. Al looked down, still emotionless and sort of drained.
"Selling your body for the elf's sake?" He asked hatred colored his voice icy. I had to tremble at his words and shook my head.
"Please, stay. With… me," it sounded even more pleading and sweet than I wanted it too. Sure thing my instincts were all hot for the idea. Adrenaline pooled in my stomach and made it almost flip over. This was a dangerous game.
"So you want me… now of all times? While you reek of a witch and an elf?" his red eyes burned ways down my front. I pressed into him harder and nodded.
"Yes…" I licked my lips, while his eyes followed the path my tongue took. It felt so strange to hear those words coming out of my mouth, but they were true nevertheless.
"It's not erotic to smell like other men, Rachel. Imagine me going out without you and coming back covered in the smell of other women!" A violent shiver went through me and my eyes found his. I was damn sure they were glowing poisonous green. Alone the thought made me furious as hell.
"You see?" He asked me with a smirk. I could understand him now, but I wouldn't let him stroll off to take Trent. He was going to stay with me. Dizziness washed over me and I had to grab his arm tighter.
"Stay… wash their scent off my skin." Darkness was in my voice and I felt like falling.
He eyeballed me over, suddenly the sadness changed into worriness. His fingers reached for my forehead. I saw the fight in his eyes as not only darkness but also hotness came over me.
Al shook his head and disentangled himself from my grip, how he managed that was beyond me. I almost went down, but he kept me upright by my arms.
"No! This is not going to be THAT easy for you… you want me? Fine, seduce me. Make your point; get me all hot… without turning yourself over to the instincts. I want no one else for you to blame but your own lust for my skin! Prove to me that YOU want this…" His fingers traveled over his body.
"That YOU want ME." I felt him reaching for my mind and all the hotness and longing vanished like mist in the sun, I was myself again.
I stood there, breathing hard, almost ragged, and normal again. Crap! What was I doing here anyway, naked in front of a demon. Al? My teacher? My will to fight him off was strong but I remembered Trent and Donald in time.
If I let Al go in this mood, he would find both men… Trent would end in the ever-after tied to me and Donald… I didn't know what my teacher had ready for him. But trust the demon to come up with something unpleasant.
It was still daylight… but somehow I had the feeling that wouldn't be able to keep Al from crossing over for long.
"Al…" how the hell was I going to give him what he wanted? He grinned.
"Not so eager anymore! See, I knew it." He sounded hurt again and turned away, once more about to leave.
'Shit, shit, shitfucking, shit on toast with fairy farts on top!' My hold on his cloths shifted over to his wrist, one hand on his strong arm, while the other grasped the lace on his throat. He paused while I pulled him down to me. Al didn't fight my commanding motions. I placed a hot kiss on his lips. Right the way I had kissed Trent sooner, but this one was longer. I came away breathless. Even without the instincts that felt way better than it should have.
His eyes burned on my skin as he took in my naked body. He licked his lips, while my eyes followed the motion. Crap on toast, was he really attracting me?
"Nice, but certainly not enough, Rachel!"
I shuddered at the thought where this was going to end. How far would I have to go for getting him off Trent's back?
"Bedroom?" I asked and was surprised about the authenticity I heard in my voice. Al nodded and a second later we misted back into existence there.
Sorrry for the long wait. I have been very busy lately. And I'm pretty sure I can't make it twice a week or even once a week for a while.
Hope you like the way that story runs... will Rachel be able to keep her demon off of Trent... and what will it cost her ^^.
