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Of course, the Merovingian's apartments were the most luxurious. The walls were encrusted with gold leaf, painted with scenes of French country life. At the rear of the room the Merovingian himself sat flanked by two dark haired bodyguards. Jay recognized these, they were the vampires that called themselves Cain and Able. How trite. They'd been away on the day Mara'd finished off the other vampires. Great. This just got better and better.
"Aries, welcome. Would you care for some wine? It is a nice vintage." A slight hint of amusement indicated that the Merovingian was fully aware of the ridiculousness of virtual wine having a vintage. Jay hated him for his pretense; he hated all of them for dragging him back to this place.
"What do you want from me Mero?" Jay crossed his arms and gave the Merovingian a cold stare.
"Why, the pleasure of your company. Persephone has especially missed you, as I am sure she has told you herself. I have missed your, hmm, excellent advice." A slight smile followed by a wide grin "We have already arranged for your old friend Megtilde to be here." He indicated a figure seated in the shadows. "Meg, aren't you glad to see your friend?"
First her hands, followed by her entire body emerged into the light. Meg was exactly as he remembered her. Her long red hair reached the back of her knees, her blue eyes looked as crazy as ever, she was as beautiful as ever. Jay felt a knot begin to harden in his stomach.
"Oh, God. Oh, my God. You have no idea Mero. You fucking idiot." Quick as a flash, Megtilde leaped across the room, kicked Jay in the mouth then grabbed him by the hair.
"Glad to see me little brother?" she hissed into his ear as she stroked his tan neck with a pale finger. Blood blossomed where she dragged her nails against the skin of his back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Persephone sit up, her rapt attention focused on his pain and rage. Which enemy would finish him first, he wondered grimly? His bet was on Meg. Either way, it would be long, drawn out and terrible.
"You should have made sure I was dead. Or you should have sided with me." Meg whispered as she continued to tear his back to ribbons with her free hand. In the place of regular nails, she could unsheathe razor sharp two- inch claws. Jay had seen what they could do to flesh, just never felt them on his own flesh before. For the next few moments everyone watched Jay bleed, heal, bleed again. First a few drops, then a puddle of blood began to form on the floor.
"This is a taste, brother, just a taste." Megtilde slammed him to the floor, face first in his own blood, stalked back to her shadowed seat licking her fingers.
"Ah, yes, a few questions. I assume you will cooperate?" Jay hesitated and the Merovingian continued "Jay, you are not known for your loyalty. Your allegiance lies with the most powerful. I believe that is now me." The Merovingian leaned forward and stopped smiling. "Do not try my patience. Give me the Architect's codes. Megtilde no longer has any part of them them. I have looked."
"So Megtilde is the Merovingian's pawn?" Jay said with a laugh. "Oh, you are a fool Mero. She is too powerful for you to force her mind. She has them and is using you to exact revenge while she plans to remove you. You can't control her."
"No. You are wrong. Megtilde, come here. Remove your clothes, show him." The Merovingian motioned and curtains were drawn back letting in the late winter sun. She stepped into the light. An interlacing of thin metallic lines started at her neck and continued down both arms, across her abdomen, down both legs-she was covered in them.
"She was quite weak when we found her. For the first century she brought down some prey, until she weakened to the point where she was unable to create the effects the humans dubbed 'The Bermuda Triangle.' She hadn't fed in forty years when we found her. You can imagine." The Merovingian got up and stepped out from behind his desk. As he approached Megtilde she shivered. Jay bowed his head; that was fear. Whatever he had done to her, Megtilde was his creature now.
Over her pale abdomen the Merovingian moved his hands until he was cupping both of her heavy firm breasts. He smiled at Jay "I like her much better like this, don't you?" Jay actually felt sorry for Megtilde.
"Not really. If you want the codes, you'll have to take them. I won't give them to you." Jay knew what would happen if the Merovingian got the Architect's codes, he'd be able to manipulate much of the Matrix, possibly even the Architect himself. The codes were part of the three's basic programming. It allowed them control over the Matrix; more control that any other exile. The codes didn't work alone, only when they were together. It was a safety feature designed by the Architect-it was required for them to be in agreement before a manipulation could be made.
When Megtilde went insane, Mara stripped her part of the code from her before she left her on the island. Jay gave his up willingly. Mara had the entire code, but it didn't work unless it was active in three programs. Jay was surprised that Megtilde thought he had her code, but he had been the one to subdue her, maybe she thought he took it then.
"Aries, your love of giving pain is well known, as well known as your dislike of experiencing it. Come now, I will treat you well. You will retain your "free will", unlike Meg. I will let you return to your "normal" life. Dark will surrender her part, she is no match for me. Let us avoid any unpleasantness between old friends."
"You are not my friend." Jay stated flatly.
"Take him to the dungeons. Vlad may start on him, but give him to the Twins when they return."
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Of course, the Merovingian's apartments were the most luxurious. The walls were encrusted with gold leaf, painted with scenes of French country life. At the rear of the room the Merovingian himself sat flanked by two dark haired bodyguards. Jay recognized these, they were the vampires that called themselves Cain and Able. How trite. They'd been away on the day Mara'd finished off the other vampires. Great. This just got better and better.
"Aries, welcome. Would you care for some wine? It is a nice vintage." A slight hint of amusement indicated that the Merovingian was fully aware of the ridiculousness of virtual wine having a vintage. Jay hated him for his pretense; he hated all of them for dragging him back to this place.
"What do you want from me Mero?" Jay crossed his arms and gave the Merovingian a cold stare.
"Why, the pleasure of your company. Persephone has especially missed you, as I am sure she has told you herself. I have missed your, hmm, excellent advice." A slight smile followed by a wide grin "We have already arranged for your old friend Megtilde to be here." He indicated a figure seated in the shadows. "Meg, aren't you glad to see your friend?"
First her hands, followed by her entire body emerged into the light. Meg was exactly as he remembered her. Her long red hair reached the back of her knees, her blue eyes looked as crazy as ever, she was as beautiful as ever. Jay felt a knot begin to harden in his stomach.
"Oh, God. Oh, my God. You have no idea Mero. You fucking idiot." Quick as a flash, Megtilde leaped across the room, kicked Jay in the mouth then grabbed him by the hair.
"Glad to see me little brother?" she hissed into his ear as she stroked his tan neck with a pale finger. Blood blossomed where she dragged her nails against the skin of his back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Persephone sit up, her rapt attention focused on his pain and rage. Which enemy would finish him first, he wondered grimly? His bet was on Meg. Either way, it would be long, drawn out and terrible.
"You should have made sure I was dead. Or you should have sided with me." Meg whispered as she continued to tear his back to ribbons with her free hand. In the place of regular nails, she could unsheathe razor sharp two- inch claws. Jay had seen what they could do to flesh, just never felt them on his own flesh before. For the next few moments everyone watched Jay bleed, heal, bleed again. First a few drops, then a puddle of blood began to form on the floor.
"This is a taste, brother, just a taste." Megtilde slammed him to the floor, face first in his own blood, stalked back to her shadowed seat licking her fingers.
"Ah, yes, a few questions. I assume you will cooperate?" Jay hesitated and the Merovingian continued "Jay, you are not known for your loyalty. Your allegiance lies with the most powerful. I believe that is now me." The Merovingian leaned forward and stopped smiling. "Do not try my patience. Give me the Architect's codes. Megtilde no longer has any part of them them. I have looked."
"So Megtilde is the Merovingian's pawn?" Jay said with a laugh. "Oh, you are a fool Mero. She is too powerful for you to force her mind. She has them and is using you to exact revenge while she plans to remove you. You can't control her."
"No. You are wrong. Megtilde, come here. Remove your clothes, show him." The Merovingian motioned and curtains were drawn back letting in the late winter sun. She stepped into the light. An interlacing of thin metallic lines started at her neck and continued down both arms, across her abdomen, down both legs-she was covered in them.
"She was quite weak when we found her. For the first century she brought down some prey, until she weakened to the point where she was unable to create the effects the humans dubbed 'The Bermuda Triangle.' She hadn't fed in forty years when we found her. You can imagine." The Merovingian got up and stepped out from behind his desk. As he approached Megtilde she shivered. Jay bowed his head; that was fear. Whatever he had done to her, Megtilde was his creature now.
Over her pale abdomen the Merovingian moved his hands until he was cupping both of her heavy firm breasts. He smiled at Jay "I like her much better like this, don't you?" Jay actually felt sorry for Megtilde.
"Not really. If you want the codes, you'll have to take them. I won't give them to you." Jay knew what would happen if the Merovingian got the Architect's codes, he'd be able to manipulate much of the Matrix, possibly even the Architect himself. The codes were part of the three's basic programming. It allowed them control over the Matrix; more control that any other exile. The codes didn't work alone, only when they were together. It was a safety feature designed by the Architect-it was required for them to be in agreement before a manipulation could be made.
When Megtilde went insane, Mara stripped her part of the code from her before she left her on the island. Jay gave his up willingly. Mara had the entire code, but it didn't work unless it was active in three programs. Jay was surprised that Megtilde thought he had her code, but he had been the one to subdue her, maybe she thought he took it then.
"Aries, your love of giving pain is well known, as well known as your dislike of experiencing it. Come now, I will treat you well. You will retain your "free will", unlike Meg. I will let you return to your "normal" life. Dark will surrender her part, she is no match for me. Let us avoid any unpleasantness between old friends."
"You are not my friend." Jay stated flatly.
"Take him to the dungeons. Vlad may start on him, but give him to the Twins when they return."
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