Author's note: Huge thanks to everyone who's commented so far, sorry about he delay, I haven't forgotten about this story, I've been a little busy in real life, anyway, I'm back on track now, and updates should be coming more regularly. I've also rewritten part 5 as well.
Part 6
"Go away, I'm off duty at the moment." A Night World Lord's job was never done. ^No rest for the wicked^ Slade Nightshade thought as the irritating person knocking on his bedroom door just did not seem to want to bugger off and leave him the hell alone.
"Deva Harman is *up* to something forbidden and it involves waking a Dark Dragon!" the whiney female voice continued. She sounded like a stubborn child who just wasn't getting her way.
Slade pulled the covers over his head. All he had wanted was one day off, one day where he could kick back and relax and not have to constantly curse Hunter Redfern for being an ass and getting himself blasted by blue fire. When the Council had come to *him* to take over, he had taken the job without question, his chance for power, glory and terror. Now he was beginning to regret it.
He heard the door opening, and something heavy sitting on the bed beside him, a slender white hand was yanking back his red satin bed covers, shaking his shoulder impatiently. "Get *up* you lazy jerk this is *important*!"
Slade sighed, his eyes still closed, as he lay there naked, trying to find the sheets again. "Of course it is Blythe, everything you say is important, leave a message with my secretary."
"You want to know about this, get up, get up, get *up*!" She hit him with a pillow.
It was the last straw. Slade's eyes opened and he sat up, his messy blond hair obscuring one eye as he grabbed the pillow out of Blythe's hand and pushed her off his large double bed, sending her flying across the room, her back hitting the wall opposite.
Blythe sat up, giggling, almost manically. "You're so cute when you're pissed," she said, standing up again, taking a moment to regain her balance as she walked back over to him.
It became clear that Slade wasn't going to get any sort of rest while Blythe had news about Deva Harman. The leader of the Circle Midnight witches, Deva was usually up to something, and it was usually illegal and forbidden, but she was great in bed and he generally let her do what she wanted.
Blythe's arms wrapped around his waist, her chin on his shoulder, her coppery red hair brushed against his bare chest, almost like a kitten's fur. "What is it Blythe?"
"I wanted Cash to do something for me, but he's about to help the witch bitches kidnap some girl Deva wants to sacrifice for some icky magic ritual, he said something about coloured dragons." Blythe's tongue was dipping into his ear as she spoke.
"Get off me so I can get dressed," Slade told her, trying to untangle her. She had been one of the vampire girls Hunter had liked to keep around, though why, Slade wasn't really sure. Blythe tended to get a little irritating after about - oh, ten minutes.
"Why? It's not like I've never seen you without your clothes." She grinned and started to reach for his crotch. Slade sighed and pushed her hands away. She pouted and let go as he pulled on a black bathrobe and a pair of boxer shorts.
"What kind of coloured dragon?" he asked. He had been told one kind of dragon had been used as distraction to get the last Wild Power, the Harman girl Iliana. Someone had made an alliance and woken him up.
Blythe shrugged, stretching out on his crumpled sheets in a rather slutty pose. "The girl they wanted, Cash said her name was Saffron, and Claire seemed to think she was an Arcobaleno dragon, and the one they needed to wake was the nasty kind of these dragons, and, it's all kind of confusing, really."
"Does Deva know something about this witch who isn't a witch?" That whole thing had been bugging him for weeks since the Wild Power had killed the last dragon. As he was dead, he couldn't tell Slade who woke him up, no one else seemed to know, and no one had come forward admitting it was them.
"How the hell should I know? Get Cash and make up come kill someone for me!" Blythe sat up swiftly, following him down the stairs to his office.
"Who is it you want dead?" Slade said, closing his eyes. The sooner he got rid of her, the better. Cash Redfern was one of his most frequently used assassins, and for some unknown reason, he seemed to actually like Blythe.
"Willow Redfern, she's mean," Blythe complained. It was almost hard to believe that Blythe was actually 200. What she had done in all that time was a mystery.
"Why don't you go take care of her yourself? Free reign, do what you want, take who you want with you."
Blythe opened her mouth to protest, then changed her mind. "But I want - oh, okay." She turned around and danced happily off.
^Thank God for that,^ Slade muttered, sitting down and picking u[p his phone. He thumbed through his address book, looking for one of his Circle Daybreak spies, someone who would make more sense than Blythe. Ah. She would do, he thought, dialling the number.
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Part 6
"Go away, I'm off duty at the moment." A Night World Lord's job was never done. ^No rest for the wicked^ Slade Nightshade thought as the irritating person knocking on his bedroom door just did not seem to want to bugger off and leave him the hell alone.
"Deva Harman is *up* to something forbidden and it involves waking a Dark Dragon!" the whiney female voice continued. She sounded like a stubborn child who just wasn't getting her way.
Slade pulled the covers over his head. All he had wanted was one day off, one day where he could kick back and relax and not have to constantly curse Hunter Redfern for being an ass and getting himself blasted by blue fire. When the Council had come to *him* to take over, he had taken the job without question, his chance for power, glory and terror. Now he was beginning to regret it.
He heard the door opening, and something heavy sitting on the bed beside him, a slender white hand was yanking back his red satin bed covers, shaking his shoulder impatiently. "Get *up* you lazy jerk this is *important*!"
Slade sighed, his eyes still closed, as he lay there naked, trying to find the sheets again. "Of course it is Blythe, everything you say is important, leave a message with my secretary."
"You want to know about this, get up, get up, get *up*!" She hit him with a pillow.
It was the last straw. Slade's eyes opened and he sat up, his messy blond hair obscuring one eye as he grabbed the pillow out of Blythe's hand and pushed her off his large double bed, sending her flying across the room, her back hitting the wall opposite.
Blythe sat up, giggling, almost manically. "You're so cute when you're pissed," she said, standing up again, taking a moment to regain her balance as she walked back over to him.
It became clear that Slade wasn't going to get any sort of rest while Blythe had news about Deva Harman. The leader of the Circle Midnight witches, Deva was usually up to something, and it was usually illegal and forbidden, but she was great in bed and he generally let her do what she wanted.
Blythe's arms wrapped around his waist, her chin on his shoulder, her coppery red hair brushed against his bare chest, almost like a kitten's fur. "What is it Blythe?"
"I wanted Cash to do something for me, but he's about to help the witch bitches kidnap some girl Deva wants to sacrifice for some icky magic ritual, he said something about coloured dragons." Blythe's tongue was dipping into his ear as she spoke.
"Get off me so I can get dressed," Slade told her, trying to untangle her. She had been one of the vampire girls Hunter had liked to keep around, though why, Slade wasn't really sure. Blythe tended to get a little irritating after about - oh, ten minutes.
"Why? It's not like I've never seen you without your clothes." She grinned and started to reach for his crotch. Slade sighed and pushed her hands away. She pouted and let go as he pulled on a black bathrobe and a pair of boxer shorts.
"What kind of coloured dragon?" he asked. He had been told one kind of dragon had been used as distraction to get the last Wild Power, the Harman girl Iliana. Someone had made an alliance and woken him up.
Blythe shrugged, stretching out on his crumpled sheets in a rather slutty pose. "The girl they wanted, Cash said her name was Saffron, and Claire seemed to think she was an Arcobaleno dragon, and the one they needed to wake was the nasty kind of these dragons, and, it's all kind of confusing, really."
"Does Deva know something about this witch who isn't a witch?" That whole thing had been bugging him for weeks since the Wild Power had killed the last dragon. As he was dead, he couldn't tell Slade who woke him up, no one else seemed to know, and no one had come forward admitting it was them.
"How the hell should I know? Get Cash and make up come kill someone for me!" Blythe sat up swiftly, following him down the stairs to his office.
"Who is it you want dead?" Slade said, closing his eyes. The sooner he got rid of her, the better. Cash Redfern was one of his most frequently used assassins, and for some unknown reason, he seemed to actually like Blythe.
"Willow Redfern, she's mean," Blythe complained. It was almost hard to believe that Blythe was actually 200. What she had done in all that time was a mystery.
"Why don't you go take care of her yourself? Free reign, do what you want, take who you want with you."
Blythe opened her mouth to protest, then changed her mind. "But I want - oh, okay." She turned around and danced happily off.
^Thank God for that,^ Slade muttered, sitting down and picking u[p his phone. He thumbed through his address book, looking for one of his Circle Daybreak spies, someone who would make more sense than Blythe. Ah. She would do, he thought, dialling the number.
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