Disclaimer: Same as last chapter.
No profit, etc.
Author: J.A.K
Rating: PG-15
Summary: What would you do if your sister's rapist turned out to be your
soulmate? This is the story of a girl who had to
answer that question.
Author's Note: Nothing much to say, due to the fact that my chapter's
out on time. All I can really think of to write is that if you're a Smallville fan, I have a new story coming out that will be
the continuation of a fabulous piece done by Debi. It
will be very long, and extremely satisfying to those of you who are in love
with CHlark (if you like Chloe and Clark as a couple,
holla back... uh- I mean... respond in kind *grins*).
Oh yeah, I have to give out a warning and say that the story does border on the
NC-17 side. But I promise you it's not smut. It's just a natural release of
teenage hormones.
Sharmeen: It feels really good to update on
time. When I don't (I'm not sure about any one else) there's this gnawing
feeling at that back of my mind. I know the last chapter was confusing, but
there's a huge scandal (that unfortunately has to be a secret) going on within
the ranks of the Night World.
Elven Mistress: Thank You for loving it
and reviewing.
Redaura: I did it! A week has come and gone,
and I've updated on time. P.S.- Thanks for giving up
congrats on that other stuff. Even though I felt like I was gonna
piss in my pants, I got through it (along with the rest of my choir) and had a
great time. To dispel all rumors I must say that Kelly Clarkson is a really
sweet person. By the by: Carson
Daly is H-O-T-T hot in real life (don't give me that look, he is).
Rocket: Thanks for reviewing and I hope you got what you wanted.
Enough of my blabbering...on with the story!
#Chapter Five#
It was three hours later, and I was almost at the check point that I had made for myself before leaving the bar. But it was at that precise moment that I heard it.
The scream wasn't like the ones I had been hearing all around me. It was somehow familiar and extremely loud. Loud enough to temporarily shatter the barriers I had placed around my mind.
I silently cursed myself and my still drunken body for allowing my curiosity to control me, and headed in the direction of the voice.
As I walked toward the street that opened into a major intersection, I caught light of where the source of commotion was coming from. There, locked in the arms of what I presumed to be another vampire, was the same girl that was from the bar. She struggled desperately, lashing out against a grip that must have felt like solid iron.
Not understanding what the reasoning was behind my sudden need to intervene, I quickly cast it off as my feelings of obligation to help someone who had previously helped me.
I walked calmly over to where they were.
"Are you quite finished?"
The vampire's head jerked up and looked at me quizzically.
"No," he responded firmly.
I could feel the immediacy of my anger spill over my composure and into my eyes, dilating the pupils until they were glazed over with a fine layer of silver. Feeling bored with the man who was foolish enough to oppose me, I asked in a very distracted sort of way if he really felt that he worthy of my attention.
He blinked a few times, and then smiled with an arrogance that I knew would result in his death. "Who the fuck are you jackass?" The girl tried to pull away and he applied what I knew was bone breaking pressure. "Don't you see that this is a freaking free for all?" He showed his fangs and slid his tongue along them in a way that he must have thought was menacing. "Now leave before you make me angry."
Before he got a chance to turn his body away form me, I had extricated the girl from his grasp and took his throat in mine. I went ahead and called upon a small well of my power, just to show him who his betters were.
Amazingly enough, it felt as if the alcohol had washed itself completely from my system.
"If you knew who you were talking to, I'm sure you would be scared shitless right now." I gave my own sort of grin that could never really be called a smile and licked my lips.
"But because your brain appears to be incapable of recognizing class when it sees it, I'm going to help you along." The man froze up against the wall that he was currently being pressed against. I could smell the tidal waves of fear rolling off of him as if it were water rolling off a ducks back. I knew he realized who I was, and I knew that it scared him. It made me feel good that I was the source of his fear. It made me feel in control.
"Just in case you didn't know, I am your Lord and master."
The man's eyes grew to twice their normal size as he cut off my speech. "Y-you, you're Kailand."
I smiled now out of true pleasure. "Yes. Regrettably enough for you though, I am already familiar with my own name." I opened my mouth again, able to continue the cat and mouse game for an immeasurable length of time. I quickly shut it, however, when a loud noise that sounded like a barely repressed whimper, broke through the fortification of my ego.
I looked at the girl, almost forgetting that she was there and absentmindedly wandering why she had stuck around.
The man seemed to take my momentary aversion of attention as a sign to escape. Unfortunately for him, it didn't work.
I grabbed him by his collar and delivered a mental blow so strong that it knocked the vampire unconscious on the spot.
My eyes went back to the young woman who was kneeling before me.
"As much as I love that more than appropriate position, I must ask you if your legs won't get cramped that way."
That comment appeared to have snapped her out of whatever bit of terror she was trapped in.
She got up slowly, and gave me a measuring look.
"So are you gonna kill me, or is rape more your specialty?" The venom that was laced in her words assured me that she wasn't humoring me.
"I just saved your life, which, in case you didn't notice, was not on my list of things that I had to do."
She glanced down both sides of the street, which I noticed were strangely empty.
"Then why do it?" Her gestures became accentuated by her hands, which were flying wildly. "Why save me? I hate you remember."
My eyes narrowed. "How could you hate me? You don't even know me."
Her eyes reciprocated my actions. "How convenient of you to forget my face already. The least you could do is remember the person who broke your nose."
That remark was enough to make me lose my temper in a way that would undoubtedly affect those closest to my position, negatively. I was positive though, that nobody who had a brain and was in a ten mile radius, would appreciate being knocked unconscious for something that they didn't do.
"You?"
Her teeth flashed in the night as her lips split to form a nasty looking smile.
"That's right. Me."
My jaw and my fists clenched. Always stay in control, I reminded myself, never show your frustration to anyone.
I forced relaxation over my features and snorted.
"Of course I forgot you. The amount of alcohol I ingested and my more than capable brain are a constant reminder that rough bitches are a dime a dozen, not worthy of my time or memory."
She raised her hand to slap me, and I felt satisfaction ripple through my body. I caught her fist easily with my fingers, and shoved her against the wall until our bodies were touching in a way that any on looker might have assumed to be intimate.
She raised her other hand, and I caught that too, seizing both her wrists in my grasp and holding them over her head.
"You don't want this." I assured her, staring straight into her eyes. "And even if you did," I snorted again "you could never handle it."
She thrust her chin up and out, and said, calmer than any person I'd ever threatened: "I'm sure you want this, but I know the only way you could ever get it is by FORCING YOURSELF ON ME LIKE YOU DID MY SISTER."
Though my grip didn't loosen I felt myself go a little numb with shock.
Not only had her voice rung in the cavities of my ear, but it resonated deeply in the fissures of my mind.
All of sudden I didn't give a damn about preserving my composure, all I wanted were answers.
I felt my teeth lock together in a grip that made me grimace. My free hand wrapped around her throat, applying damaging pressure to her air passage, but not enough to suffocate.
Yet.
"How did you do that?" My voice was an intense whisper, like any calm before the storm.
She opened her mouth, but I didn't give her a chance to speak.
"How did you do that?" I registered absently that I had pushed her further into the brick wall.
"I- i-" But then she abruptly stopped.
She gave another one of those puzzled stares before closing her eyes with a slow drawn out sigh.
Why the—didn't she notice that I could kill her at any second?
But then I felt it.
I also felt the horror that accompanied my newest revelation, and was momentarily betrayed by my teachings; because it hadn't happened the way everyone said it did. There weren't any fake ass pink sparks—a result of what they had said was immediate contact—and the two of us weren't off floating on cloud nine.
It actually, came about more gradually—and to be honest… it felt kind of good.
But feeling good was one thing; liking it was another. And even if I had liked it, I didn't have time for it. It was simply unacceptable.
So I pulled away from her, and told her to run from here as fast and hard as she could.
"No," she said stepping closer to me. I stepped back.
"First, you let me touch you, then you truthfully answer me one thing."
I sighed, weary with the whole night and the way everything had unfolded.
"Agreed."
With that said, she took one sure step forward and was again within inches of my body. Her hand traveled along the side of my face and rested on my cheek.
I realized, as I was really looking at her for the first time, that her eyes were a deep rich shade of brown.
I saw my own eyes reflected in her irises.
"Did you rape my sister?"
I considered lying, but became conscious of the fact that somehow she would know if I were. So I responded with the truth.
"No."
Her face contorted briefly, and she seemed to be battling within herself. She probably didn't understand the magic that was happening inside of her. She probably didn't understand why she knew for certain that I was telling the truth. But most of all she probably didn't understand why her sister would lie about what happened.
According to Thierry she wasn't lying, I thought miserably, she was just telling the truth according to the way she saw it.
Enough I told myself. Right now Thierry could really suck my left—
"What's happening?"
She had already dropped her hand. Now she just appeared calm.
"What?" I asked.
She halfheartedly flung her arms out in semi-wild gesticulations.
"I said what is going on here. I know that we're under attack, but I'm not sure by whom, or why."
Okay.
She wanted answers—so I was going to give her answers.
"The human world is going to die," I shrugged my shoulders "except for those unfortunate few who are to be kept alive for the purposes of being used for food and sport."
I don't know why, but at that moment I got a sudden urge to know more about her. At least know the name of the person who had found a way to keep me engaged in conversation for more than three minutes.
"Now my question." I said.
She again gave me that look that said she was ready for the challenge.
"What is your name?"
Her eyebrows shot up.
"My name?"
I looked skyward, exasperated.
"That is assuming you have one of course."
She folded her arms, indignation fresh on her face again. Obviously the moment she'd been having was broken.
"Of course I have a name, I just don't know if I want to share it with you."
I was feeling my anger rise again.
I began to turn around, my hands resting tightly at my sides. "Then keep it to yourself, and I'll just be on my way."
"Wait."
She reached out to touch my arm
"Help me find my family."
The serious expression on her face made me well and truly amused.
"I am a Lord of the Night World." I turned back to face her "Trust me when I say I have better things to do than helping a human girl find her family."
"These streets are dangerous. I probably won't make it all the way back to Queens by myself." She glanced down and then back up, looking as if it was severely hurting her pride to tell me what she was about to say. "I need your help."
I laughed out loud then, and even though I had no intentions of obliging her (as I had done too much of that already), I couldn't help but think that turn about was fair play.
Her eyes narrowed and her fists rose again.
I don't know why, but those two things made me laugh even harder.
"Okay, Kailand, you go ahead and laugh it up. But somehow I don't think you'll be laughing so hard when I turn up dead, and you have no choice but to join me as a member of the deceased."
That made the laughter stop almost immediately.
A growl threatened to escape from my throat as I realized I had been backed into a corner.
This was beyond irritation, I thought. This was irritation bordering on rage.
In between my anger, however, there was a grudging respect.
Human or not, she was smart.
"First off, you will stay in my office. I will send out one of my staff to find and retrieve your family. And then you will leave. I will not talk to you during this period, nor will you speak to me." I stood tall, trying to appear indifferent to the situation. "Understood?"
I actually saw her bite her tongue as she stared dumbly at me for about seven seconds.
When the silence ensued I told her to answer me.
Her eyebrows rose fractionally for the second time that night.
"Oh, I thought we weren't speaking to each other."
I nodded my head. "As soon as I know you can understand simple English."
We stared at each other for a few more seconds. A proverbial battle of wills I thought even as she dropped her gaze.
"I understand."
And without looking to see if she was following me, I turned around and was on my way back to the check point I should have been to more than a half an hour ago.
I glanced surreptitiously around my shoulders to see what the girl was doing. She caught my eyes and glared hard into them.
I stared forward again and snorted for the third time that night.
Wait till Thierry hears about this one.
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