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 to write is that if you're a Smallville fan- more specifically a Chloe/Clark fan- my
story is out now. It's in the R-rated section and it's called 'La Vie.'
I know I wrote it, but I have to say that it's quite good.
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Redaura: Wow, I so had no idea you were British. Now, even though you didn't know who I was talking about, I'm sure you can understand how much of a blast I had. I hope this chapter clears up even more question's that you might have, and that you enjoy this chapter.
Elven Mistress: Thanks. Here's the next installment!
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Enough of my blabbering...on with the story!
#Chapter Six#
Theirry
All of our best forces were currently being used to give temporary relief to some of the humans who were now scattered throughout the more desolate parts of the nation.
I couldn't help but think on how ironic the situation had become, as humans weren't the only ones who had to run for their lives. My house had been reduced to ashes; forcing me, along with a few of my more fortunate guards, to make a mad dash for Kailand's home.
It was in his house that I could sense the presence of unease and fatigue in the mind's and bodies of every person that had fled with me. Each Night Person here had shown me on more than one occasion that they were strong and exceedingly capable. But right now, in the face of the apocalypse, they all turned to me as their leader; however, all I wanted to do at the moment was go back to L.A., so I could be with my wife, and make sure that she was alright.
I forced calm to permeate my being. There was nothing wrong with her. I would have felt it if she was alone or scared.
It was at that moment, while I sat in my cousin's office trying to connect with the foreign allies of Circle Daybreak, that the aforementioned came bursting into the small space with a wry expression on his face.
The weight of surprise lifted my features as I noticed who was following him step for step.
I dropped all the other things that I had been engaged with, and gave my full attention to the two people standing before me.
Sitting back and folding my arms together, I hoped that my face didn't appear as eager as I felt. I wiped the smile that was threatening to arise, off my lips, so I could hide how fervent I was in my need to understand exactly what was going on.
He opened his mouth just as I verbally sought to make sure that the door was locked.
His hand made a noncommittal wave while his shoulders became slightly hunched from irritation.
"Yes, yes it's locked." He made a seat for himself directly opposite mine, not waiting to see if the young woman had reciprocated his actions. Closely eyeing their apparel, it appeared that both of them were a little worn and ragged, though Kailand still retained that shine of immortal beauty.
"Would you like a seat Miss…?"
She sat down giving me a wary glance.
"Lanai."
I smiled warmly at her.
"That's a lovely name."
She gathered the pullover shirt that she was wearing, and wrapped it closer to her body.
Forgetting about her for a moment, I retreated almost unconsciously into a more familiar but silent language, speaking in what I thought to be soothing tones.
Where did you find her?
He rolled his eyes, his face briefly contorting into a barely checked scowl.
I don't think that you get to sound surprised
I reached out with my mind, making sure that there were no other people present in the vicinity.
I think that I'm the only one here who gets to be surprised He raised his shoulders quickly in a way that resembled a shrug. What is the fucking point of you holding the highest position in that…organization, when I can't have at least a head's up when the end of the fucking world is coming?
I remained silent for several beats, waiting for my own anger to slip away so that I could give a rational explanation.
I would tell you everything that I knew about the situation at hand, but mental barriers can be broken—
Not mi—
No matter how strong you are I gave him a softly pressed, but significant look. So now isn't the time
We stared at each other; him seemingly wanting to dismember me where I sat. The girl interrupted the tense silence and brought my attention back to her.
"Are you two done with…whatever?" Her voice was soft and hesitant, and not at all like the person I remembered her to be from that day in the courtroom. Even more unexpected, was the way she looked at Kailand. There was still open distrust and hostility masking her features, but the contempt that she had previously worn—like second skin- was missing.
He, in return, seemed to regard her with a less heated glare than the one he kept throwing at me.
"Excuse me." She unerringly seemed to know how I had mentally construed her, and in an instant, appeared to have remembered who she was. "I hate to interrupt that self motivating talk you must be having with yourself, but I have more important things to do than sit here, opposite of the Godfather of silence."
Well…
…she was witty.
Kailand seemed to be greatly amused by her words. Folding my arms again, I sat forward so that I could rest my hands on the desk.
"And I suppose you'd like to tell me what those things are."
Kailand raised a quieting hand before she could answer.
Sitting back to accept the comforts of his leather chair, he crossed his legs, one on top the other, so that his ankle rested lightly on top of his knee.
"As you probably already figured out, this is the girl who broke my nose with her shoe."
I felt my mood shift, rising to the occasion that was presented by an opened window of opportunity.
"Should I bow now or shake your hand?" I saw the young lady's lips twitch, seeming to appreciating my sense of humor.
Kailand struggled to keep, what normally would be a scathing remark, in check.
"As amusing as that was—and by amusing I mean tedious—I must say that that wasn't quite the response I was searching for."
The girl leaned forward and hurriedly spoke before my cousin could get another word in.
"To make a long story short, this… individual sitting next to me, promised to help me find my family in exchange for my life."
Wondering why he would help her—a person whom he had obviously despised—was beyond recognition. Opening my mouth to voice my confusion, I was abruptly cut off by my own thoughts.
"Why would you care about her life?"
She gave an ungraceful shrug. "I think we have some sort of connec-"
"That's enough." As he rose, I vaguely noticed that a fine layer of silver was glazing over his eyes.
"Thierry leave." He made a flinging gesture and pointed towards the door.
It was if his voice and actions had suddenly become my own personal life line that brought me back into the harsh luster of reality; because it was then that I realized that disaster was taking place as we spoke, and that there were far more important things than waiting all day for Kailand to admit that he had found his soulmate.
I pushed my chair backwards and stood up.
"Alright, I'll leave."
Thinking about the things I had been doing before I became side-tracked, I stopped halfway between them and the door, turning turned so that I could stare him in the face.
"I hope your men informed you of why I'm here."
He nodded in impatience.
"So you know that I'm stuck here for the time being."
His eyes traveled heavenward as he spoke. "I hope that you have a point."
For the first time in a long time I felt myself become nervous.
"Then I have to ask you if I am allowed full use of your men and resources while I'm here."
Kailand's eyes sharpened and he lost the lazy stance he formerly held.
"Is this for Daybreak?"
My silence was his answer.
He nodded once; seemingly more to himself than to me. "You are my cousin, and for that you may use what you must…but do not think that I am now one with your cause."
I gave my own nod of approval. "I wouldn't dare suppose it."
And with that, I left; thinking about all the confusion that was lying and waiting both behind and before me.
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Ms. Lanai
Moving to stand at the back of Kailand, I felt the ease that I had previously worn, vanish with his cousin's departure.
When I think on it now, I must say that I was almost surprised at the speed with which he used to turn and face me.
"I thought that it was understood that you were not to talk, whether it's about the connection or otherwise, until I ask for you to speak."
I sincerely tried to suppress it, but a tidal wave of laughter forced its way through my throat and out my lips.
"What century are you living in?"
His mouth shut tight and I noticed again, a familiar line of anger appear on the side of his cheek.
"Maybe we should just leave now rather than later." I walked past him to grab the doorknob, but he wrenched me around, and slammed my back against the door for the second time that night.
I could feel how heavy he was breathing as he pressed his body along the entire length of mine.
He was so close to me, that our faces were inches apart.
"Do you know what a soulmate is?"
I shook me head because I honestly didn't know.
"They say that everyone has another person—their other half—somewhere out there in this big lump of grass and water we call earth."
He stopped and stared at me.
"And they say that no one is complete until they find that person." His voice dropped several decibels. "But the thing is…everybody can go on just fine all by themselves, never having to know who or even if their soulmate exists."
I felt him push himself even more forward, until our lips brushed with each word that he spoke; and even then I didn't pull away, still entirely too stunned to even register what was happening.
"Now the thing with us is that, we were both living our lives fine. Fine, that is, until we met up again and touched each other; because touching, incidentally triggers or sets off that internal alarm that says—'hey…you've found her.'"
He smiled slightly, but I could feel the tension in his muscles.
"Now, what do you think happens after you've found that special someone?"
I looked into his eyes, which still had a trace of silver, but was now mixed with flecks of gold and orange.
I opened my mouth to respond, figuring that what 'happened next' was the reason why I could use my life as a bargaining chip for his services.
But I never got the chance.
He kissed me long and hard, letting his tongue evenly trace the surface of my lips, then pulled back to stare at me again.
My mind began to whirl in all different directions. As I tried to sort out my thoughts, I realized how ironic it was that a few hour's ago—had I not had the chance to question him—I would have been thinking…
…how could my sister's rapist be my soulmate?
I would've asked myself that question—repeatedly—standing here as I was, staring right back at him. The man whose face still haunted the dreams of my sister, but the face my fingers currently longed to touch.
Why, I asked myself. Why was this man brushing my cheek with his knuckles? Why was I leaning into his touch? Why was his other hand reaching for my waist?
For the first time since I'd laid eyes on him, I realized just how entirely good--looking he was.
Leaning in for another hard kiss, I tried to remember how I had gotten to the place I was now: in an office, directly opposite from a man who could just be the sexiest being- male or female- alive.
My thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt as he pulled back, looking at me with an angry grin on his face.
"It feels good to have control again."
Confusion…then comprehension swelled inside of me.
"An eye for an eye, huh?" I rolled back my shoulders, trying to control my breathing, all the while coming to an understanding of how it had to be from now until we parted.
"Don't ever talk about our…connection again," his eyebrows lifted slightly "and I'll never kiss you again."
Feeling the pulse of my pride throbbing and my heart racing, I quickly agreed.
There was no doubt in mind what or who he was…
…he was a dick plain and simple.
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An 2: Hate to leave it there… but I must.
*ducks from fast approaching objects*
Hey don't throw that at me. You know I said that I was trying to get out of that vicious clichéd cycle of: "We've found each other, and now we're free to love one another!"
Don't worry. What they don't make in bounds they'll make in leaps.
Honestly though, how could they be having a genuine go at it when he doesn't even know her first name?
An 3: Thanks for reading. Reviews are greatly appreciated!!!!!
