Some Kind of Wonderful: 9
A/N: Hi all. Thank you for all your reviews. I really want to get this finished up in the next two weeks. So two chapters this week and the last two next week. Now all I'll ask is that you review good or bad. I'm trying to reach 45 reviews two more than for Redefined. I'm sure you guys as good as you are will get me there sooner rather than later. This chapter ends the claiming period. This isn't as long as my others I will save that for the last two. Now I have nothing else to add except that you enjoy. Skyz.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs .
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Chapter 9:
"Fuckin' junkies," a muttered voice reached Wolfe's ears and slowly his eyelids fluttered.
His vision swam and he could feel the flow of blood from the two men huddled across the room. Hear the chatter of the precinct. Cars along Main Street.
Smell the stench of his own vomit.
A grimace crossed his face as pain racked him and rolling over slightly, he finally succeeded in keeping his eyes open.
He stared at the bars that currently kept him from the world.
"Great," he muttered.
He could hear the hushed whispers of the men as they watched him sit up and let out a disgusted snort as he glanced at his dirty shirt.
Tearing it off, he rose and tossed it in a nearby corner. Rolling his shoulders, he stretched and grinned.
This was more like it, he thought. The pain of merging with his demon was worth it. What was a little pain when he could feel like this? As if, he could rule the world! Things were looking up.
His gaze settled on the two men across the room from him and he smirked, as he found them staring right back at him.
"I'm sorry...did you want something? Didn't your mothers ever tell you it's rude to stare?" he asked as he sauntered over towards the bars.
He used his hearing to listen for any sounds of guards and when he found none he fisted his hands around the bars.
Hesitating he glanced back at the men. Settled on the one who was nearly his size and jerked his head.
"I'm gonna need your shirt," he commented.
A few seconds later after a slight struggle Wolfe stood on the other side of the bars a shirt firmly in place and a finger lifted to his lips as he shushed them.
"Sorry mates, there's only room enough for one escapee today," he said with a small laugh.
Turning he walked away a spring in his step.
~*~*~
#We're headed for Sunnydale luv. Any clues as to what we're looking for?#
"No clue," Buffy muttered aloud.
#It's not Delos who took her. He's too preoccupied about getting here before things get outta his control. Wait a minute!#
Buffy paused at the insistent tone of his voice. Her eyes scanned the darkened street.
"What is it? Mornay? Angelus?"
#Nah...just got the sense of-never mind. What's the plan? You probably need to get back to the Scoobies. They can't be left-#
*Oz is with them,* she replied in her mind as she realized talking aloud would draw unneeded attention to herself.
She could feel Spike's confusion.
#Who's this Oz fella?#
Before she could reply, she felt him begin to shift through her mind until he found what he wanted.
#Werewolf huh? You trust him?#
*Completely.*
#Haven't got anything to worry 'bout do I pet?# He asked teasingly.
Buffy rolled her eyes.
*Spike! I don't see anyone else in my head do you? That's what I call committed. Now...maybe I should head back. I wasn't thinking clearly, when I left. Maybe there was a note left or-"
Buffy's thoughts broke off, as six men seemed to materialize from the shadows and began to circle her.
"Well isn't this nice Spike? A midnight fight," she said aloud.
#Humans...Must mean we've got more on our plate than we thought. Rufus must be in town too.#
Buffy nodded and lifted her sword.
It was a quick and relatively easy fight as she had Spike on her side. In little to no time, she had all six of the men knocked unconscious.
She stood over them feeling the urge she assumed was Spike's to rip them apart and...eat them.
She shuddered.
"I'm not gonna be eatin' anyone anytime soon Spike," she muttered as she gathered their weapons.
#Now what? I think it'd be wise if we went back home. Check in--#
"Alright. Check in check out. Get a game plan. Okay off we go."
~*~*~
Rufus Travers cast a disinterested look about the main street of Sunnydale. At this time of night, the town seemed to be oddly busy.
He wondered how these bloody Americans could be so foolish as to risk their lives when surely, they were aware vampires and such roamed freely to maim and kill. Stupid fools, he thought bitterly.
But all the better.
They would think nothing of it once he opened the hellmouth and their lives as they once knew them ended.
Things were coming together.
Now that the spell had been dropped he'd set his Witches on the boy's trail and soon he was confident they would have him.
While Martha was busy, he was on his way to the house they had rented on the edge of town to gather the rest of his ingredients before he went to the hellmouth.
His cell rang and he snapped it open answering it with an edge to his voice.
"Yes?" he growled.
"Team one has yet to report in sir."
Rufus gritted his teeth and wondered why he suffered these fools. He should have done this himself!
"How hard can it be to keep the Slayer from interfering?" he asked his patience nearly gone. He had to remain calm so that when it was all said and done he could kill these stupid fools and be done with them. He would even let Martha join in and oh, what fun they would have!
"So the Slayer's still on the prowl then? Listen I don't care if you lose another team I want you all out there looking for her! I want her gone. I do not need her ruining everything. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
Rufus hung up and his face hardened along with his thoughts. No one was going to stop him from doing all he'd planned.
He opened his phone again and dialed.
Things were at hand. There was only one thing left to do.
~*~*~
Martha Travers smiled politely as Principal Snyder rambled on and on about how upstanding and ambiguous Sunnydale High was.
The little toad of a man would not shut up and she was beginning to tire of listening to his voice.
She'd been sent here by Rufus to access the lay of the land so to speak.
"Yes well, here's our library. Our---on hand librarian is on leave at the moment. But I assure you-"
Martha strolled off, leaving Snyder to stare after her. Her eyes scanned the library with keen eyes. Rufus had been assured this was where the hellmouth was located.
"This librarian..what is he like?" she asked curiously.
In her minds eye she was already seeing where everything would go, what she would need to do in order to have everything ready when Rufus arrived.
"He's...." Snyder paused trying to think of a word that wasn't as off putting as all that came to mind. He would not let his dislike for Rupert Giles show. He wanted the profitable donation this woman had dropped hints of giving them for this private tour at such a late hour.
Snyder let out a relieved sigh as Martha's cell began to ring.
Snatching it open, she answered her voice worried.
"Rufus? What's wrong?" she asked waving a curious Snyder away.
"Change of plans darling. We have to begin the ritual immediately. Special Projects has failed to detain the Slayer."
Martha frowned and glanced at Snyder.
She moved further away.
"Okay. Have....you found it yet?"
Rufus let out a frustrated growl.
"No! Call the Witches, I want him found immediately! I've got to go to the house, pick up everything then I'll be on my way there. Have everything ready."
"Of course Rufus. Goodbye," she said quietly.
"Goodbye darling."
Hanging up Martha turned a blindingly bright smile on Snyder.
"I have a proposition for you Principal Snyder...."
~*~*~
Buffy strode into her house only to find Willow and Oz were the only ones there.
Her frustration level rose off the charts and she couldn't suppress the scowl that appeared.
"Where'd Giles and Xander go?" she asked.
Willow clenched her hands together and glanced at Oz for help on how to explain what had transpired while Buffy had been gone.
"Well...Giles decided he needed to go to the library and gather all the books he could on...something or another. Took Xander with him because...well he was the only one who didn't have anything to do."
Buffy strode toward her weapons chest and lifted the lid. She began pulling out various weapons, discarding one after the other.
"You guys stay here. I want you Willow to do a locating spell for Wolfe-"
"I'll need something of his," Willow said quietly.
Buffy frowned as she pulled out a large broad sword.
This will do, she thought as she closed the lid and glanced up at Willow.
"I'm sure my blood will work right? Once you locate him, find him and bring him back here."
Willow hurried to gather Buffy's blood and Oz knelt down next to Buffy.
"What are you going to be doing?" he asked.
"I'm going to find Angelus," Buffy muttered grimly.
Oz arched a brow.
"Why?"
"Because he's the only one stupid enough to do something like this. He wants my attention and now he has it."
~*~*~
"Shouldn't we be looking for Joyce?" Xander asked as he followed Giles from his car.
"Buffy and the others shall look for Joyce. We have things that are more pressing. Like trying to ward off the hellmouth from Rufus Travers."
Xander glanced at Giles as they strode towards the back entrance of the school.
"Can we handle this alone? Shouldn't we wait for the manpower? Buffy?" he asked once again glancing at Giles.
"Must you doubt me? Rufus is hell-bent on opening the hellmouth and if we neglect that very fact, all of us will die by the hands of all the demons that will come out and rule the world! Now do be quiet and hand me the crowbar."
Xander swallowed whatever he was going to say and handed over the crowbar.
However, he was unable to stay that way for long.
"Don't you have a key or something?" he asked.
"Do you honestly think Snyder would trust me with a key? He took it when I went on leave," Giles muttered as he swung the bar and muttered a spell to disarm the alarm as the glass shattered and he reached his arm in.
Pushing aside the glass, he turned to Xander.
"Climb through," he instructed.
"Me?"
"Yes."
Grumbling Xander slowly climbed through the window.
Giles followed.
~*~*~
Buffy made her way into the mansion her sword at her side and a determined expression on her face.
She was going to make this quick.
She could admit to herself that she was nervous and scared. She was really missing Spike's presence. He'd left to go to his body as he and Delos arrived in Sunnydale.
As she entered the room she had shared her one and only truce with Mornay she felt Angelus before he walked out of the shadows.
"Well....what do I owe the pleasure of this Buff?"
Buffy slowly shrugged out of her coat and tossed it aside.
"I've come for my mom," she said calmly.
Angelus strode further into the room a smile on his lips.
"What makes you think I have her?"
"Not much of a leap to make. No one else would be so stupid...so here I am."
Angelus laughed as he rubbed his hands together.
"Well. What's the point in playing games? You've caught me Buff, I've got Joyce here. Give me a sec."
Buffy tensed as he left the room only to return a few seconds later with Joyce in his arms.
Buffy let out a gasp of shock and horror.
"Mom! What have you done to her?" she demanded stepping forward. Angelus clucked his tongue as he tossed Joyce to the ground.
"It's nice to have friends in high places...hiring those T'dron demons was a stroke of genius. Really, I mean you had no idea what they wanted! It was so easy Buff. I'm going to enjoy this. Just like I enjoyed draining your mommy!"
Buffy's thoughts were jumbled, her emotions shredded to only one.
Rage.
"I am going to kill you," she screamed.
#Pet?#
Spike's voice barely registered as she met Angelus's eyes.
*My mom,* was all she could think.
She could feel Spike using his senses to ascertain what was going on.
#She's still alive. Barely. She needs to get to the infirmary.#
*I need you Spike. I need your help.*
With that, she dropped to her knees next to her mom.
~*~*~
Driving was never one of Delos' favorite pass times. He usually had a minion drive him around, but as he was currently out of those, he had settled on driving himself around.
Driving through the streets of Sunnydale, he was angry to note, the streets were almost deserted. It was after midnight now going on three in the morning and he was ashamed to realize he had not anticipated this.
Where was he going to get food now?
Moreover, there was no way he would feed from any of the vagrants that wandered the streets filthy and drunk!
"Well Spike, it looks like we'll have to go hunting. Some one is bound to be about," he spoke aloud glancing over at Spike's still form.
As he glanced at him, he was startled to see Spike's whole body jerk forward.
He could feel the link between them rip.
Splinter.
"Wh-"he began.
Spike's hand reached out, jerking the steering wheel.
The car swerved, as Delos lost control and the car ran head long into a utility pole.
"Hello Delos," Spike said slipping his game face on, he grinned through his fangs.
Delos scrambled out of the car.
Spike followed.
"Where are you going? Can't we talk? Sire to....minion? Better yet lets not and say we did. How 'bout I kill you instead? That works for me," Spike growled as he flew at a stunned Delos.
~*~*~
Wolfe cocked his head sniffed the air and grinned slightly.
"Spells are in the air," he mused.
He was attuned to a state higher than he had thought possible. He could feel the tug of his parents. Torn he hesitated.
Which one needed him more?
"Well...if it isn't Wolfe, the hybrid himself," her voice from behind had him slowly turning.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he took her in.
He'd seen her of course, but in person, she looked as if she could be Grace's twin!
Her brown eyes sparkled with amusement and another darker emotion he couldn't describe.
She looked him up and down a considerate look on her face.
"Mornay," he said with a small nod.
She smiled as they slowly circled one another.
"I see my reputation precedes me. Tell me...how does it feel to be so desired? A means to an end?"
Wolfe shrugged.
"It's always nice to be wanted," was all he said.
She reached out.
He didn't flinch as she trailed her hand down his cheek.
Cupped his chin.
He felt the urge to move away, but the feel of her hand on him tamped it down.
Where it should have been cold...
It burned.
"Ever thought of ruling the world Wolfie?"
"I won't be used to end the world."
"Who said anything about ending the world?" she purred.
"Then what are you suggesting?"
"I'm talking about ruling the world. Together. How about it?"
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A/N: Chapter 10 will be out on Thursday.
A/N: Hi all. Thank you for all your reviews. I really want to get this finished up in the next two weeks. So two chapters this week and the last two next week. Now all I'll ask is that you review good or bad. I'm trying to reach 45 reviews two more than for Redefined. I'm sure you guys as good as you are will get me there sooner rather than later. This chapter ends the claiming period. This isn't as long as my others I will save that for the last two. Now I have nothing else to add except that you enjoy. Skyz.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Btvs .
~*~*~
Chapter 9:
"Fuckin' junkies," a muttered voice reached Wolfe's ears and slowly his eyelids fluttered.
His vision swam and he could feel the flow of blood from the two men huddled across the room. Hear the chatter of the precinct. Cars along Main Street.
Smell the stench of his own vomit.
A grimace crossed his face as pain racked him and rolling over slightly, he finally succeeded in keeping his eyes open.
He stared at the bars that currently kept him from the world.
"Great," he muttered.
He could hear the hushed whispers of the men as they watched him sit up and let out a disgusted snort as he glanced at his dirty shirt.
Tearing it off, he rose and tossed it in a nearby corner. Rolling his shoulders, he stretched and grinned.
This was more like it, he thought. The pain of merging with his demon was worth it. What was a little pain when he could feel like this? As if, he could rule the world! Things were looking up.
His gaze settled on the two men across the room from him and he smirked, as he found them staring right back at him.
"I'm sorry...did you want something? Didn't your mothers ever tell you it's rude to stare?" he asked as he sauntered over towards the bars.
He used his hearing to listen for any sounds of guards and when he found none he fisted his hands around the bars.
Hesitating he glanced back at the men. Settled on the one who was nearly his size and jerked his head.
"I'm gonna need your shirt," he commented.
A few seconds later after a slight struggle Wolfe stood on the other side of the bars a shirt firmly in place and a finger lifted to his lips as he shushed them.
"Sorry mates, there's only room enough for one escapee today," he said with a small laugh.
Turning he walked away a spring in his step.
~*~*~
#We're headed for Sunnydale luv. Any clues as to what we're looking for?#
"No clue," Buffy muttered aloud.
#It's not Delos who took her. He's too preoccupied about getting here before things get outta his control. Wait a minute!#
Buffy paused at the insistent tone of his voice. Her eyes scanned the darkened street.
"What is it? Mornay? Angelus?"
#Nah...just got the sense of-never mind. What's the plan? You probably need to get back to the Scoobies. They can't be left-#
*Oz is with them,* she replied in her mind as she realized talking aloud would draw unneeded attention to herself.
She could feel Spike's confusion.
#Who's this Oz fella?#
Before she could reply, she felt him begin to shift through her mind until he found what he wanted.
#Werewolf huh? You trust him?#
*Completely.*
#Haven't got anything to worry 'bout do I pet?# He asked teasingly.
Buffy rolled her eyes.
*Spike! I don't see anyone else in my head do you? That's what I call committed. Now...maybe I should head back. I wasn't thinking clearly, when I left. Maybe there was a note left or-"
Buffy's thoughts broke off, as six men seemed to materialize from the shadows and began to circle her.
"Well isn't this nice Spike? A midnight fight," she said aloud.
#Humans...Must mean we've got more on our plate than we thought. Rufus must be in town too.#
Buffy nodded and lifted her sword.
It was a quick and relatively easy fight as she had Spike on her side. In little to no time, she had all six of the men knocked unconscious.
She stood over them feeling the urge she assumed was Spike's to rip them apart and...eat them.
She shuddered.
"I'm not gonna be eatin' anyone anytime soon Spike," she muttered as she gathered their weapons.
#Now what? I think it'd be wise if we went back home. Check in--#
"Alright. Check in check out. Get a game plan. Okay off we go."
~*~*~
Rufus Travers cast a disinterested look about the main street of Sunnydale. At this time of night, the town seemed to be oddly busy.
He wondered how these bloody Americans could be so foolish as to risk their lives when surely, they were aware vampires and such roamed freely to maim and kill. Stupid fools, he thought bitterly.
But all the better.
They would think nothing of it once he opened the hellmouth and their lives as they once knew them ended.
Things were coming together.
Now that the spell had been dropped he'd set his Witches on the boy's trail and soon he was confident they would have him.
While Martha was busy, he was on his way to the house they had rented on the edge of town to gather the rest of his ingredients before he went to the hellmouth.
His cell rang and he snapped it open answering it with an edge to his voice.
"Yes?" he growled.
"Team one has yet to report in sir."
Rufus gritted his teeth and wondered why he suffered these fools. He should have done this himself!
"How hard can it be to keep the Slayer from interfering?" he asked his patience nearly gone. He had to remain calm so that when it was all said and done he could kill these stupid fools and be done with them. He would even let Martha join in and oh, what fun they would have!
"So the Slayer's still on the prowl then? Listen I don't care if you lose another team I want you all out there looking for her! I want her gone. I do not need her ruining everything. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
Rufus hung up and his face hardened along with his thoughts. No one was going to stop him from doing all he'd planned.
He opened his phone again and dialed.
Things were at hand. There was only one thing left to do.
~*~*~
Martha Travers smiled politely as Principal Snyder rambled on and on about how upstanding and ambiguous Sunnydale High was.
The little toad of a man would not shut up and she was beginning to tire of listening to his voice.
She'd been sent here by Rufus to access the lay of the land so to speak.
"Yes well, here's our library. Our---on hand librarian is on leave at the moment. But I assure you-"
Martha strolled off, leaving Snyder to stare after her. Her eyes scanned the library with keen eyes. Rufus had been assured this was where the hellmouth was located.
"This librarian..what is he like?" she asked curiously.
In her minds eye she was already seeing where everything would go, what she would need to do in order to have everything ready when Rufus arrived.
"He's...." Snyder paused trying to think of a word that wasn't as off putting as all that came to mind. He would not let his dislike for Rupert Giles show. He wanted the profitable donation this woman had dropped hints of giving them for this private tour at such a late hour.
Snyder let out a relieved sigh as Martha's cell began to ring.
Snatching it open, she answered her voice worried.
"Rufus? What's wrong?" she asked waving a curious Snyder away.
"Change of plans darling. We have to begin the ritual immediately. Special Projects has failed to detain the Slayer."
Martha frowned and glanced at Snyder.
She moved further away.
"Okay. Have....you found it yet?"
Rufus let out a frustrated growl.
"No! Call the Witches, I want him found immediately! I've got to go to the house, pick up everything then I'll be on my way there. Have everything ready."
"Of course Rufus. Goodbye," she said quietly.
"Goodbye darling."
Hanging up Martha turned a blindingly bright smile on Snyder.
"I have a proposition for you Principal Snyder...."
~*~*~
Buffy strode into her house only to find Willow and Oz were the only ones there.
Her frustration level rose off the charts and she couldn't suppress the scowl that appeared.
"Where'd Giles and Xander go?" she asked.
Willow clenched her hands together and glanced at Oz for help on how to explain what had transpired while Buffy had been gone.
"Well...Giles decided he needed to go to the library and gather all the books he could on...something or another. Took Xander with him because...well he was the only one who didn't have anything to do."
Buffy strode toward her weapons chest and lifted the lid. She began pulling out various weapons, discarding one after the other.
"You guys stay here. I want you Willow to do a locating spell for Wolfe-"
"I'll need something of his," Willow said quietly.
Buffy frowned as she pulled out a large broad sword.
This will do, she thought as she closed the lid and glanced up at Willow.
"I'm sure my blood will work right? Once you locate him, find him and bring him back here."
Willow hurried to gather Buffy's blood and Oz knelt down next to Buffy.
"What are you going to be doing?" he asked.
"I'm going to find Angelus," Buffy muttered grimly.
Oz arched a brow.
"Why?"
"Because he's the only one stupid enough to do something like this. He wants my attention and now he has it."
~*~*~
"Shouldn't we be looking for Joyce?" Xander asked as he followed Giles from his car.
"Buffy and the others shall look for Joyce. We have things that are more pressing. Like trying to ward off the hellmouth from Rufus Travers."
Xander glanced at Giles as they strode towards the back entrance of the school.
"Can we handle this alone? Shouldn't we wait for the manpower? Buffy?" he asked once again glancing at Giles.
"Must you doubt me? Rufus is hell-bent on opening the hellmouth and if we neglect that very fact, all of us will die by the hands of all the demons that will come out and rule the world! Now do be quiet and hand me the crowbar."
Xander swallowed whatever he was going to say and handed over the crowbar.
However, he was unable to stay that way for long.
"Don't you have a key or something?" he asked.
"Do you honestly think Snyder would trust me with a key? He took it when I went on leave," Giles muttered as he swung the bar and muttered a spell to disarm the alarm as the glass shattered and he reached his arm in.
Pushing aside the glass, he turned to Xander.
"Climb through," he instructed.
"Me?"
"Yes."
Grumbling Xander slowly climbed through the window.
Giles followed.
~*~*~
Buffy made her way into the mansion her sword at her side and a determined expression on her face.
She was going to make this quick.
She could admit to herself that she was nervous and scared. She was really missing Spike's presence. He'd left to go to his body as he and Delos arrived in Sunnydale.
As she entered the room she had shared her one and only truce with Mornay she felt Angelus before he walked out of the shadows.
"Well....what do I owe the pleasure of this Buff?"
Buffy slowly shrugged out of her coat and tossed it aside.
"I've come for my mom," she said calmly.
Angelus strode further into the room a smile on his lips.
"What makes you think I have her?"
"Not much of a leap to make. No one else would be so stupid...so here I am."
Angelus laughed as he rubbed his hands together.
"Well. What's the point in playing games? You've caught me Buff, I've got Joyce here. Give me a sec."
Buffy tensed as he left the room only to return a few seconds later with Joyce in his arms.
Buffy let out a gasp of shock and horror.
"Mom! What have you done to her?" she demanded stepping forward. Angelus clucked his tongue as he tossed Joyce to the ground.
"It's nice to have friends in high places...hiring those T'dron demons was a stroke of genius. Really, I mean you had no idea what they wanted! It was so easy Buff. I'm going to enjoy this. Just like I enjoyed draining your mommy!"
Buffy's thoughts were jumbled, her emotions shredded to only one.
Rage.
"I am going to kill you," she screamed.
#Pet?#
Spike's voice barely registered as she met Angelus's eyes.
*My mom,* was all she could think.
She could feel Spike using his senses to ascertain what was going on.
#She's still alive. Barely. She needs to get to the infirmary.#
*I need you Spike. I need your help.*
With that, she dropped to her knees next to her mom.
~*~*~
Driving was never one of Delos' favorite pass times. He usually had a minion drive him around, but as he was currently out of those, he had settled on driving himself around.
Driving through the streets of Sunnydale, he was angry to note, the streets were almost deserted. It was after midnight now going on three in the morning and he was ashamed to realize he had not anticipated this.
Where was he going to get food now?
Moreover, there was no way he would feed from any of the vagrants that wandered the streets filthy and drunk!
"Well Spike, it looks like we'll have to go hunting. Some one is bound to be about," he spoke aloud glancing over at Spike's still form.
As he glanced at him, he was startled to see Spike's whole body jerk forward.
He could feel the link between them rip.
Splinter.
"Wh-"he began.
Spike's hand reached out, jerking the steering wheel.
The car swerved, as Delos lost control and the car ran head long into a utility pole.
"Hello Delos," Spike said slipping his game face on, he grinned through his fangs.
Delos scrambled out of the car.
Spike followed.
"Where are you going? Can't we talk? Sire to....minion? Better yet lets not and say we did. How 'bout I kill you instead? That works for me," Spike growled as he flew at a stunned Delos.
~*~*~
Wolfe cocked his head sniffed the air and grinned slightly.
"Spells are in the air," he mused.
He was attuned to a state higher than he had thought possible. He could feel the tug of his parents. Torn he hesitated.
Which one needed him more?
"Well...if it isn't Wolfe, the hybrid himself," her voice from behind had him slowly turning.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he took her in.
He'd seen her of course, but in person, she looked as if she could be Grace's twin!
Her brown eyes sparkled with amusement and another darker emotion he couldn't describe.
She looked him up and down a considerate look on her face.
"Mornay," he said with a small nod.
She smiled as they slowly circled one another.
"I see my reputation precedes me. Tell me...how does it feel to be so desired? A means to an end?"
Wolfe shrugged.
"It's always nice to be wanted," was all he said.
She reached out.
He didn't flinch as she trailed her hand down his cheek.
Cupped his chin.
He felt the urge to move away, but the feel of her hand on him tamped it down.
Where it should have been cold...
It burned.
"Ever thought of ruling the world Wolfie?"
"I won't be used to end the world."
"Who said anything about ending the world?" she purred.
"Then what are you suggesting?"
"I'm talking about ruling the world. Together. How about it?"
~*~*~
A/N: Chapter 10 will be out on Thursday.