Steal Away The Night
Chapter Two
Surprise, Surprise.
Jennifer looked up at the sudden, random clinking of a fork against a glass. This indeed was odd for dinner never consisted of toasts, they simply ate and she was allowed to retire. Wynn smiled down at her perplexed expression. He knew she was used to silence, Michael never ate while they did and he never spoke, Wynn only spoke to remind her and at once Jamie of upcoming events, and she and Jamie had never so much as responded. Tonight Wynn had several dinner guests, and he obviously was showing off for them.
"My dearest friends I have an announcement. My daughter Jenni has just informed me that she and Michael will wed!" Jennifer fought to not roll her eyes and smiled for him. He always referred to her as his daughter, he always had ever since she was little. She hated it but always went along for the sake of not being punished. He always enjoyed his petty torments.
His friends all clapped and gawked, they were aware of who Michael was, they too mostly worked in the sanitarium. And this daughter of his, who never worked with him was suddenly marrying his greatest achievement. Although they weren't totally surprised and were sure he had set it up, they were surprised she had gone along with it.
"Terrance," one man said. "What did Jamie do? Obviously she... isn't with us anymore."
"Well John," she shook his head. "She ran with the baby she carried for Michael, and he got upset."
"Oh, our condolences." A woman said with a smile to Jennifer.
At the feel of tears in her eyes, she looked at Wynn. "Father, may I be excused for a moment?"
"Certainly dear." He smiled at her and she quickly got up, averting everyone's attention and going into the bathroom. Once out of range of sight and sound she bent over the sink and began crying, her soft, covered sobs echoing throughout the room. She calmed and looked into the mirror, unsurprised to see Michael watching from the doorway. She wiped the running makeup from her cheeks.
"You don't have to be here Michael, just go back like I'm fine. They won't know the difference."
He seemed to stiffen at this but forced himself to go back down the hall while she cleaned herself up.
Michael shook his head once he left the room. This was why he hadn't chosen Jennifer, she was the emotional one. The one who always got caught up in her feelings. He truly wasn't looking forward to what would take place, not completely. But in a way he was. He had always enjoyed watching her, she was very much a younger version of himself. She often was silent, and would sit and stare through walls, but she took things too harshly, Jamie had to die.
He smiled beneath the mask, if ever he would feel so much glory during a kill as he had with Jamie Lloyd let that person come. She had been totally expecting of it, but still she was smug about getting the baby away from him, she had taken his child. But still, she had gotten what was coming to her. Out of both girls Jamie had been the ruthless brat, always smug when something went her way, even towards Jennifer. But what amazed him was that the older girl could still love her so much.
Well, he had to hand her that. She had amazing self discipline, which would come in handy when their child misbehaved. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad, maybe she would start using that self discipline against her depression, now that she was becoming an adult. He frowned, a child, this was where it became tricky. Children were only conceived one way, at least one way here, special equipment for conceiving children was slim to none. This would have to go the way it went with Jamie. She'd have to be fixed to a gurney and put to sleep. He hadn't liked doing that, not one bit. It felt awkward, even though he really never acted human, he had felt like an animal, taking her that way.
He made it back into the dining room and Wynn looked at him. "Is Jenni all right, Michael?"
Wow. Tough question. Did he mean as in now or to his standards? Might as well kill two birds with one stone, so Michael simply nodded yes.
Just moments later Jennifer came in, and upon seeing the expectant looks on the people's faces she smiled down at Michael, having always been a decent actress. She bent down and kissed his masked cheek. "Thanks for checking on me."
"Awwwww." Many voices echoed. She fought to keep from blushing, that having been totally embarrassing. Beneath his mask, it began to get very, very warm, and Michael shifted uncomfortably. That had caught him totally off guard, she had never attempted any type of physical contact with him, and he fought away the remote thought that he might have enjoyed it. He never had needed a woman to provide pleasure for him, he wouldn't start now.
... Of course, that nurse he killed in the therapy room at the hospital Laurie was at had given his fingers a nice zap when she had kissed and licked them. Yes that had been nice, maybe when Jennifer was a bit bolder he'd be able to say the same...
When everyone had left, Jennifer took up her usual job of cleaning the dishes, then she moved back into the dining area and waited for Wynn's attention to roll to her, he was talking to Michael, a sheet of paper in front of them. Once done explaining something he looked at her. "Yes Jenni?"
She felt a bunch of weight on her suddenly, now that both Michael and Wynn were watching her. "Um, may I be excused to bed?"
"Just a few minutes, I'd like to talk to both of you. As I was explaining to Michael, we've set the date for your wedding, or whatever you would like to call it."
She sat down. "When is that?"
"Tomorrow at midnight. Oh don't look so tired, it only takes a few minutes, then of course, the consummation takes longer..." He grinned slightly as she went red in the face.
"Terrance..." She growled.
"Ah, ah, ah. It's father now, show me the respect I show you."
She glared. "Hooking me up with my uncle is hardly what I would call respectful."
He laughed. "Oh, don't look at it that way, look at it as... A duty. Speaking of, I'm putting you through medical school. You'll be a doctor here at the sanitarium, work with the patients and live in the same building where you can play the role of wife and mom."
This actually didn't sound bad. She had always wanted to work with the patients, but he had never allowed her out in fear she would be attacked. Or God forbid get outside and run.
She shrugged. "I suppose, if that's what I'll get out of it, fine."
"And just think, Jenni." He placed her hand on Michael's. "With this, you can make Laurie pay for what she did. For abandoning you to me. Make her hurt, Jenni, make her hurt like she hurt you."
Michael's hand slowly turned over beneath hers, inviting her to agree with them. She looked at it for a moment, then pressed her palm into his, their fingers closing around his.
Wynn smiled. "That's my girl."
Jennifer flinched as the ceremonial blade slid across her palm, the pain of the cut she had created sharp. She then handed it to Michael while she studied the bloodied pale flesh, and once finished with it, he handed it to Wynn. Then Wynn raised their arms in the air, showing the large assembly both runes, and pressed the cut hands together. Their pact, their promise, their marriage. Suddenly her heart began to beat, as people filed out.
Wynn led them to a room, much like her own, lit with candles. He stopped at the door and nodded them to walk in. "Now I'm sure I don't have to explain what happens next, but before it does, there is one final step."
Her heart thudded so dully she was sure both men heard it. "Step?"
He smiled. "Why yes," his eyes met the floor, then hers. "You have to kiss."
Ugh, I'm not kissing him! She thought as she and Michael exchanged awkward looks.
Oh give me a break, if she wont even do this how can I be sure she'll.... He smirked behind the mask. I love telepathy.
"Oh Jen, this is nothing! It isn't even really a kiss I mean, it isn't like he's going to take the mask off."
Point, but still, he's my uncle. We shouldn't even be holding hands by now.
Teasingly Michael squeezed her hand at this and watched her eyes widen slightly. He wanted so badly to laugh at her, but that would probably drive her further away, anything to hurt Laurie...
"Do, do you have to watch?" She asked Wynn softly.
"Of course, how can I be sure you really did?"
She snorted. "You may as well stay for everything."
He grinned. "You're lucky, I did for Jamie."
Michael frowned. That had indeed not been pleasant.
With a slight look of despair she turned mutely to Michael and sighed, looking up at him. He felt a smile tug at his lips, just barely. Now, this is.. romantic. The sarcasm was thick enough to cut. He gently brought her arms to rest around his neck and his own around her waist. She squirmed slightly but didn't go against it, and once again, her face tilted upwards. Thatta girl. Slowly he pressed his masked lips to hers, feeling her sigh against the latex. He knew without having to read her mind that she had realized it wasn't so bad.
Truthfully thinking to himself as the embrace lasted, it wasn't bad at all. Since she had kissed his cheek last night he had been unable to take his mind off of her, the thought of this, kissing, or even just touching her hand had made him thrilled. He had always promised and forced himself not to get involved with anyone, but now that this was for both their goods, he let himself free. His arms involuntarily tightened around her and she gasped lightly, feeling him press completely against her.
Tonight would indeed be quite long.
Ok. Finally got that done, lol. This has been revised soooo much from it's original state it isn't even funny, mainly because I have to keep it rated 'R', so I'm trying to keep it unspecific. If you read between the lines feeling him press completely against her should be a bit obvious, as to what I mean. *coughs* If you're a really sick minded person I could always email you the original. Let me know if you can receive Wordperfect 10 docs and if not I'll convert it to plain ol wordpad or notepad.