I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel: the Series. I am looking forward to buying them, so I can own them to a certain extent, but for now my old taped versions off of FX, will have to do. I don't own Spike, Angel, Lorne, Doyle, Gunn, Connor, Cordelia, or Fred. I do, however, own Michael, Tim, Skittles, and a small prayer box that I keep their auras in, around my neck. Hehe... Joss is the Desperado to my El Mariachi. Obviously, there is no comparison. I want to dedicate this story to everybody who has actually been reviewing. I love you all! That being said, and this being read, I think it is wise if I get...
On with the show.
::Stuff and Nonsense- Shakedown::
"I don't know what to tell you Angel cakes. The boy is definitely down for the count." Lorne stroked the boy's hair away from his closed eyes and sighed. "What made him go all comatose, on you?"
Spike grunted. "He was magically shot in the chest." He threw himself back on the couch and sighed. "I haven't slept in two days straight. If I don't kill a baddie soon, I'm going to kill the Mick."
Lorne threw a look at the peroxide blonde and sniffed. "What did he do to you?"
"He breathed in my oxygen." Spike kicked his legs up over the side of the couch and let them dangle over the armrest.
"You don't breathe, Spike." Angel reminded his childe, absentmindedly.
"You don't get laid, but you still get mad at me for wankin' in your shower." Spike grinned impishly and chuckled.
"That was lewd, crude, and had nothing to do with anything we were just discussing." Angel gave Lorne a pleading look and the green demon sighed.
"Spike can you take a nap or something? I have to concentrate on this spell that the furies gave me.
Spike pushed himself up on his elbows and scowled at Lorne. "Furries? Those damn costumed perverts, with their effin conventions?" Spike grunted and lay back, once more. "Fuckin' Bambi and Flower getting' it on next to a Marvel comic book station. Ugh..."
Lorne laughed. "Said the vampire who whacks off in his 'Sire's' shower. The furies Spike... Lovely ladies with melodic voices and lots of majicks." Lorne looked back own at his paper and sighed. "Their handwriting is kinda scratchy, though. You would think that never changing beings, could make an exception, as long as it was for their own betterment."
"Just try to decipher it as best as you can." Angel coaxed the demon.
Lorne grinned at the vampire. "Watch it Angel. You're two steps away from coddling the kid and taking him on as another son."
Angel rolled his eyes and smiled softly. "I'm just trying to help the helpless, Lorne. It's on my calling card."
Lorne nodded. "All right, then. God, I wish I could read this." Lorne took a deep breath and sighed. "Ni heolas go haontios."
Angel perked up and shook his head. "It's Gaelic. It means that there is no knowledge without unity. It pretty much means that you don't know what a person or a group of people are like, until you live with and become as one of them." Angel sat back and thought about it. "Is this about Michael, do you think? Are the furies trying to make us understand him, or something?"
Lorne gasped, when he felt the head under his hand turn. He looked down and found a pair of glassy blue eyes staring back at him. "Hello."
"They're warning you about Michael. He has unified himself with humans and he has picked up some of their good qualities, as well as their bad ones. He knows how to get in our heads, as well as our bodies." Tim moved his hand over and grabbed Lorne's wrist, weakly. "Don't stop."
Lorne smiled at the boy and shook his head. The boy was in need of some affection, obviously. He pet the boy's hair softly and directed some ideas at Angel. "What we need to do is separate the boy's soul from the spirit."
Tim sighed and shook his head. "If it was possible, don't you think I would have accomplished it by now?"
Lorne looked down at the boy seriously and shrugged. "Do you really want to have your soul unmingled?"
Tim frowned. "Why wouldn't I? I could be my own person and take care of Kelsey, without him always tugging my mind away from my work. I could watch a movie without feeling his presence in my mind. I could..." Tim frowned.
"Have a chance to feel lonely?" Angel asked, thoughtfully.
Tim looked away from the vampire and over at Spike, who rested soundly on the couch. "You have someone who shares your hungers and your blood. Your auras aren't mingled, but you have a connection that is close to as deep, as what I feel." Tim sighed. "If Spike were killed, or he had something done to keep your links closed permanently... Wouldn't you feel lonely?" Tim looked back at the older vampire.
Angel leaned down toward the boy and fluffed his pillow, slightly. "I would feel, hurt. I would feel like I had lost something special to me." Angel looked up at his childe and smiled. "I would feel the way I felt, when I realized your friend had possessed my son and taken him away from me." Angel looked back at the boy, pulled out a handkerchief, and handed it to him.
Tim dabbed his eyes and looked over at Spike. He smiled and shook his head. Spike had been awake, the whole time.
Spike had tried not to let the others know he was awake, during the conversation. It was pretty nice to hear that somebody cared whether he lived or died, allegorically speaking, especially after his hell of a life in Sunnydale. Buffy didn't care whether he could walk, as long as he could get her off. Xander didn't care if he were beat black and blue, as long as he didn't touch his darling Anya, whom he just happened to leave at the alter. Spike still couldn't get over that little fiasco. It was amazing the way that he lived through World Wars and major Depressions, and the hardest times he could think of were all related to Buffy and Sunnydale.
"I know that you are awake, Spike." Angel chuckled. "Your blood is almost pumping, you're so agitated. What's going on?"
"Just thinking about Connor, is all." Spike turned toward the couch back and shrugged. "I'll try to go back to sleep and leave you Chatty Cathy's to it."
Angel stared at his childe's back and shrugged. "So, where are we as far as deciding on the soul mingling?"
Tim pushed himself up to a sitting position and sighed. Lorne scooted back on the carpet, to give the boy some room to breathe. There was comforting and then there was crowding, and luckily Lorne knew the difference. Tim thanked Lorne, telepathically, and the demon smiled. "Well, I suppose I better just get used to the idea of being in here, by myself." Tim slumped and shook his head. "Michael is going to be pissed, though." Tim frowned. "Pissed enough to come looking for us."
Angel smiled and nodded. "Just what I was counting on."
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Connor felt like he was waking up from a bad dream. His chest ached and he felt like he had been running a marathon. After a few moments of groaning, he realized, all at once, that he could feel and no matter how crappy he did feel, feeling was definitely a good thing. Connor tried to push his mind away from the crazy and embrace his new liberty. He did the only thing he could think to do that would insure that he was truly free from bondage. He opened his eyes.
Color and light flooded his senses. The colors were faded and the lights were dim, but to Connor they were beautiful. They meant that he could see, again.
"Hel... hello?" Connor cleared his throat and groaned, once more. His throat was achy and dry. "Hello?" He called out, a little bit louder. Apparently, no body was nearby or they would have answered.
Connor moved his fingers and smiled. 'Houston, we have movement.' Connor felt the area around him and sighed. He was lying in a bed. The bed wasn't as soft as he would have liked, and the sheets seemed to feel pretty gritty, but it was better than waking up in a corner in God knows where.
Connor took the opportunity to sit up and assess his situation. His head swam and he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, until the dizziness passed. Connor opened his eyes once more and looked down at his body. 'All right. I appear to be naked.' Connor lifted the covers that were draped around his lower body. 'No, that appears to be a negative. I'm wearing pants.' Connor smirked, ruefully. 'At least, I have that going for me.'
Connor pushed the covers off of his legs and sighed, before swinging his legs
over the side of the bed. He took a deep breath and attempted to stand on his
own two feet. He was mildly disappointed, when his legs refused to hold him up.
Connor shook his head and grunted.
He looked around the room and mental made some more assumptions. 'I'm in an abandoned hotel room. I've been kidnapped. I've been drugged, obviously. I've possibly been... used.' Connor shivered at that thought. He shifted uncomfortably and tried to feel if he was misused, in any way. He shook his head, when he decided that it was unlikely. The only things that ached were his chest and his throat. Connor frowned, and decided he needed to look in a mirror immediately.
He fought against the weakened legs and made himself stand. After a few faltering steps, he made his way to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He was shocked when he saw the shadows under his eyes and the way his cheekbones had hollowed out. It was only a slight change, but it was enough to bother him. After he had decided that he had inspected his face for long enough, he took a good look at his chest.
He gasped when he saw that there was a scar over his left pectoral that had not been there before. He touched the scar and winced. He had seen enough wounds to know what it was. He had been shot. 'How did it heal? How long have I been out of it?' Connor opened his mouth and looked at the back of his throat. It was red and swollen, but there was no damage, as far as he could tell. It looked like something had quite literally crawled out of his body, through his mouth, though.
Connor shook his head softly and looked around the sink. He found some toothpaste and Listerine, as well as some complimentary soap. He decided to wash up real fast and find his shirt, before heading out to find his father. Angel was probably out looking for him and he didn't want him to worry, overly much.
It had been dumb of him to go after that demon, he realized. He had put Gunn and Wes in danger, by underestimating the power of the monster. He would never do that again, he mentally vowed, as he scrubbed his bicuspids with a toothbrush. 'Next time, I'll take bigger armaments and leave the humans at home.' Connor thought with a weak smile.
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Michael was astonished. For the first time in his entire existence something truly puzzled him. The physical make up of his body, was amazing. He could become a woman with merely a thought. He could make his fingernails longer or shorter, depending on his preference. His hair could be in a bob or a cute little shag job. He could be a man, with bulging muscles, or a little studious computer nerd, who looks beautiful the moment he takes those damned glasses off of the bridge of his nose.
Michael grinned and felt his teeth with his tongue. The incisors grew and he knew for a fact that he looked like a certain dark hair, dark eyed vampire. Also, what was the deal with the clothing? How could clothing just... appear? It didn't make sense. It was cool as all get out, but it still didn't make sense.
Michael ran his fingers through his hair and looked in the mirror. His hair changed colors, until it made the perfect shade of brown, and his eyes mixed until they were almond shaped and hazel. Michael smiled and watched his lips become fuller and his teeth less angular. He ran his fingers down his body and felt his chest take shape. "This is amazing." His voice would even change to fit the person he portrayed. "I love magic."
There was a knock at the door and Michael winced. He wondered if he should bother to change into a more manly form, or to just go ahead and walk his slight and feminine frame to the door. The fact that he was naked was no matter, of course. He just wanted to be prepared for whatever type of company decided to stop by. Michael decided to try to be as misleading as possible and he morphed into the body of a small woman. It would be impossible to guess the age he was portraying, but he decided to spruce up the experience a little. Before he knew it, he was wearing a pair of spike heals and a short black dress, cut too low for his new shapely figure.
He walked to the door and sighed, before opening it. "Hello?"
A large man, with a rough shaven face stood in the doorway and look Michael up and down. "What's your name, little lady?"
Michael looked down at his form and grinned. "Little lady?" He giggled and shook his head. "Micah. I'm named after a man in the Bible."
"I bet he didn't dress as pretty as you do." The man flirted, shamelessly.
'Micah' grinned and shrugged 'her' small shoulders. "I bet he didn't do a lot of things that I do so well." Micah leaned against her doorframe and sighed. "Is there something wrong?"
The man looked confused for a moment and shook his head. "Why would there be?"
"You knocked on my door." Micah smiled, sweetly. "I don't think you are here to borrow a cup of sugar, now are you?"
The man grinned widely. "No ma'am. I just heard that someone had moved in here, recently and I wanted to meet the new neighbor."
Micah stood up on her tiptoes and brushed her nose against the man's chin. "How about you come in here and get familiar with the new neighbor?"
The man's jaw dropped and he stuttered for just a moment. "B... bu... but I have a wife just down the hallway."
Micah dropped down to her feet and shrugged. She turned around and walked into the middle of the apartment, leaving the man in the doorway staring after her. She had her back to him, when she started unpinning her dress. She heard the man gasp and then, the door shut. She turned to find the man standing inside the doorway and she smiled, knowingly. Micah nodded and took a few steps toward the bathroom. "Now, don't you go anywhere. I will just be a minute."
The man shook his head and tried to adjust himself, inconspicuously. "I'm not going anywhere."
Micah walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She looked in the mirror and sighed. "This could be fun." Micah ran her fingers through her hair and slipped her dress off of her shoulders. It fell to the floor and disappeared. "Interesting." She thought out loud. Micah ran her fingers down her ribs and watched as she became taller and broader. Less feminine, more masculine. Male, not female. Michael grinned into the mirror and realized that there was no longer any reflection. He looked over at the tub and smiled. "This could be very interesting. Don't you think, darling?"
The girl's dead eyes stared back at Michael, as he nodded his head. "I thought you might say something like that, you stupid whore. You should have never hefted that video at my head." Michael walked over to the cold body and pet the long blonde hair. "Now, I have to kill your neighbor and it's all your fault. How do you like that, bitch?" Michael leaned down and licked up the dry blood, around the edges of the girl's mouth. He took out the ball gag that he had placed there earlier and kissed her softly. "I don't think we need this anymore, do you? No, play times over between us."
Michael straightened up and ran his hand over the hair that he instinctively knew was bleached blonde. "I have a new puppy, now." Michael laughed and paused just long enough to think up a pair of tight black pants. "Don't want to distress the man too much, now do we?" Michael chuckled again and headed into the bedroom, with a new song in his heart.
TBC
-Thank you for reviewing, if you did. If you didn't, shame on you and review this time! Okay, now I got you two chapters out in less than four days! Gimme a treat people! I really don't have all this free time on my hands, so I want to know if you like what I'm writing, or if it's just crap. Review whether it sucked or not. I just like to know if it's being read.-
--The subtitle was Shakedown, which is a song by a local band that I know named Mister Grits. They really are talented and cute to boot.--
On with the show.
::Stuff and Nonsense- Shakedown::
"I don't know what to tell you Angel cakes. The boy is definitely down for the count." Lorne stroked the boy's hair away from his closed eyes and sighed. "What made him go all comatose, on you?"
Spike grunted. "He was magically shot in the chest." He threw himself back on the couch and sighed. "I haven't slept in two days straight. If I don't kill a baddie soon, I'm going to kill the Mick."
Lorne threw a look at the peroxide blonde and sniffed. "What did he do to you?"
"He breathed in my oxygen." Spike kicked his legs up over the side of the couch and let them dangle over the armrest.
"You don't breathe, Spike." Angel reminded his childe, absentmindedly.
"You don't get laid, but you still get mad at me for wankin' in your shower." Spike grinned impishly and chuckled.
"That was lewd, crude, and had nothing to do with anything we were just discussing." Angel gave Lorne a pleading look and the green demon sighed.
"Spike can you take a nap or something? I have to concentrate on this spell that the furies gave me.
Spike pushed himself up on his elbows and scowled at Lorne. "Furries? Those damn costumed perverts, with their effin conventions?" Spike grunted and lay back, once more. "Fuckin' Bambi and Flower getting' it on next to a Marvel comic book station. Ugh..."
Lorne laughed. "Said the vampire who whacks off in his 'Sire's' shower. The furies Spike... Lovely ladies with melodic voices and lots of majicks." Lorne looked back own at his paper and sighed. "Their handwriting is kinda scratchy, though. You would think that never changing beings, could make an exception, as long as it was for their own betterment."
"Just try to decipher it as best as you can." Angel coaxed the demon.
Lorne grinned at the vampire. "Watch it Angel. You're two steps away from coddling the kid and taking him on as another son."
Angel rolled his eyes and smiled softly. "I'm just trying to help the helpless, Lorne. It's on my calling card."
Lorne nodded. "All right, then. God, I wish I could read this." Lorne took a deep breath and sighed. "Ni heolas go haontios."
Angel perked up and shook his head. "It's Gaelic. It means that there is no knowledge without unity. It pretty much means that you don't know what a person or a group of people are like, until you live with and become as one of them." Angel sat back and thought about it. "Is this about Michael, do you think? Are the furies trying to make us understand him, or something?"
Lorne gasped, when he felt the head under his hand turn. He looked down and found a pair of glassy blue eyes staring back at him. "Hello."
"They're warning you about Michael. He has unified himself with humans and he has picked up some of their good qualities, as well as their bad ones. He knows how to get in our heads, as well as our bodies." Tim moved his hand over and grabbed Lorne's wrist, weakly. "Don't stop."
Lorne smiled at the boy and shook his head. The boy was in need of some affection, obviously. He pet the boy's hair softly and directed some ideas at Angel. "What we need to do is separate the boy's soul from the spirit."
Tim sighed and shook his head. "If it was possible, don't you think I would have accomplished it by now?"
Lorne looked down at the boy seriously and shrugged. "Do you really want to have your soul unmingled?"
Tim frowned. "Why wouldn't I? I could be my own person and take care of Kelsey, without him always tugging my mind away from my work. I could watch a movie without feeling his presence in my mind. I could..." Tim frowned.
"Have a chance to feel lonely?" Angel asked, thoughtfully.
Tim looked away from the vampire and over at Spike, who rested soundly on the couch. "You have someone who shares your hungers and your blood. Your auras aren't mingled, but you have a connection that is close to as deep, as what I feel." Tim sighed. "If Spike were killed, or he had something done to keep your links closed permanently... Wouldn't you feel lonely?" Tim looked back at the older vampire.
Angel leaned down toward the boy and fluffed his pillow, slightly. "I would feel, hurt. I would feel like I had lost something special to me." Angel looked up at his childe and smiled. "I would feel the way I felt, when I realized your friend had possessed my son and taken him away from me." Angel looked back at the boy, pulled out a handkerchief, and handed it to him.
Tim dabbed his eyes and looked over at Spike. He smiled and shook his head. Spike had been awake, the whole time.
Spike had tried not to let the others know he was awake, during the conversation. It was pretty nice to hear that somebody cared whether he lived or died, allegorically speaking, especially after his hell of a life in Sunnydale. Buffy didn't care whether he could walk, as long as he could get her off. Xander didn't care if he were beat black and blue, as long as he didn't touch his darling Anya, whom he just happened to leave at the alter. Spike still couldn't get over that little fiasco. It was amazing the way that he lived through World Wars and major Depressions, and the hardest times he could think of were all related to Buffy and Sunnydale.
"I know that you are awake, Spike." Angel chuckled. "Your blood is almost pumping, you're so agitated. What's going on?"
"Just thinking about Connor, is all." Spike turned toward the couch back and shrugged. "I'll try to go back to sleep and leave you Chatty Cathy's to it."
Angel stared at his childe's back and shrugged. "So, where are we as far as deciding on the soul mingling?"
Tim pushed himself up to a sitting position and sighed. Lorne scooted back on the carpet, to give the boy some room to breathe. There was comforting and then there was crowding, and luckily Lorne knew the difference. Tim thanked Lorne, telepathically, and the demon smiled. "Well, I suppose I better just get used to the idea of being in here, by myself." Tim slumped and shook his head. "Michael is going to be pissed, though." Tim frowned. "Pissed enough to come looking for us."
Angel smiled and nodded. "Just what I was counting on."
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Connor felt like he was waking up from a bad dream. His chest ached and he felt like he had been running a marathon. After a few moments of groaning, he realized, all at once, that he could feel and no matter how crappy he did feel, feeling was definitely a good thing. Connor tried to push his mind away from the crazy and embrace his new liberty. He did the only thing he could think to do that would insure that he was truly free from bondage. He opened his eyes.
Color and light flooded his senses. The colors were faded and the lights were dim, but to Connor they were beautiful. They meant that he could see, again.
"Hel... hello?" Connor cleared his throat and groaned, once more. His throat was achy and dry. "Hello?" He called out, a little bit louder. Apparently, no body was nearby or they would have answered.
Connor moved his fingers and smiled. 'Houston, we have movement.' Connor felt the area around him and sighed. He was lying in a bed. The bed wasn't as soft as he would have liked, and the sheets seemed to feel pretty gritty, but it was better than waking up in a corner in God knows where.
Connor took the opportunity to sit up and assess his situation. His head swam and he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, until the dizziness passed. Connor opened his eyes once more and looked down at his body. 'All right. I appear to be naked.' Connor lifted the covers that were draped around his lower body. 'No, that appears to be a negative. I'm wearing pants.' Connor smirked, ruefully. 'At least, I have that going for me.'
Connor pushed the covers off of his legs and sighed, before swinging his legs
over the side of the bed. He took a deep breath and attempted to stand on his
own two feet. He was mildly disappointed, when his legs refused to hold him up.
Connor shook his head and grunted.
He looked around the room and mental made some more assumptions. 'I'm in an abandoned hotel room. I've been kidnapped. I've been drugged, obviously. I've possibly been... used.' Connor shivered at that thought. He shifted uncomfortably and tried to feel if he was misused, in any way. He shook his head, when he decided that it was unlikely. The only things that ached were his chest and his throat. Connor frowned, and decided he needed to look in a mirror immediately.
He fought against the weakened legs and made himself stand. After a few faltering steps, he made his way to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He was shocked when he saw the shadows under his eyes and the way his cheekbones had hollowed out. It was only a slight change, but it was enough to bother him. After he had decided that he had inspected his face for long enough, he took a good look at his chest.
He gasped when he saw that there was a scar over his left pectoral that had not been there before. He touched the scar and winced. He had seen enough wounds to know what it was. He had been shot. 'How did it heal? How long have I been out of it?' Connor opened his mouth and looked at the back of his throat. It was red and swollen, but there was no damage, as far as he could tell. It looked like something had quite literally crawled out of his body, through his mouth, though.
Connor shook his head softly and looked around the sink. He found some toothpaste and Listerine, as well as some complimentary soap. He decided to wash up real fast and find his shirt, before heading out to find his father. Angel was probably out looking for him and he didn't want him to worry, overly much.
It had been dumb of him to go after that demon, he realized. He had put Gunn and Wes in danger, by underestimating the power of the monster. He would never do that again, he mentally vowed, as he scrubbed his bicuspids with a toothbrush. 'Next time, I'll take bigger armaments and leave the humans at home.' Connor thought with a weak smile.
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Michael was astonished. For the first time in his entire existence something truly puzzled him. The physical make up of his body, was amazing. He could become a woman with merely a thought. He could make his fingernails longer or shorter, depending on his preference. His hair could be in a bob or a cute little shag job. He could be a man, with bulging muscles, or a little studious computer nerd, who looks beautiful the moment he takes those damned glasses off of the bridge of his nose.
Michael grinned and felt his teeth with his tongue. The incisors grew and he knew for a fact that he looked like a certain dark hair, dark eyed vampire. Also, what was the deal with the clothing? How could clothing just... appear? It didn't make sense. It was cool as all get out, but it still didn't make sense.
Michael ran his fingers through his hair and looked in the mirror. His hair changed colors, until it made the perfect shade of brown, and his eyes mixed until they were almond shaped and hazel. Michael smiled and watched his lips become fuller and his teeth less angular. He ran his fingers down his body and felt his chest take shape. "This is amazing." His voice would even change to fit the person he portrayed. "I love magic."
There was a knock at the door and Michael winced. He wondered if he should bother to change into a more manly form, or to just go ahead and walk his slight and feminine frame to the door. The fact that he was naked was no matter, of course. He just wanted to be prepared for whatever type of company decided to stop by. Michael decided to try to be as misleading as possible and he morphed into the body of a small woman. It would be impossible to guess the age he was portraying, but he decided to spruce up the experience a little. Before he knew it, he was wearing a pair of spike heals and a short black dress, cut too low for his new shapely figure.
He walked to the door and sighed, before opening it. "Hello?"
A large man, with a rough shaven face stood in the doorway and look Michael up and down. "What's your name, little lady?"
Michael looked down at his form and grinned. "Little lady?" He giggled and shook his head. "Micah. I'm named after a man in the Bible."
"I bet he didn't dress as pretty as you do." The man flirted, shamelessly.
'Micah' grinned and shrugged 'her' small shoulders. "I bet he didn't do a lot of things that I do so well." Micah leaned against her doorframe and sighed. "Is there something wrong?"
The man looked confused for a moment and shook his head. "Why would there be?"
"You knocked on my door." Micah smiled, sweetly. "I don't think you are here to borrow a cup of sugar, now are you?"
The man grinned widely. "No ma'am. I just heard that someone had moved in here, recently and I wanted to meet the new neighbor."
Micah stood up on her tiptoes and brushed her nose against the man's chin. "How about you come in here and get familiar with the new neighbor?"
The man's jaw dropped and he stuttered for just a moment. "B... bu... but I have a wife just down the hallway."
Micah dropped down to her feet and shrugged. She turned around and walked into the middle of the apartment, leaving the man in the doorway staring after her. She had her back to him, when she started unpinning her dress. She heard the man gasp and then, the door shut. She turned to find the man standing inside the doorway and she smiled, knowingly. Micah nodded and took a few steps toward the bathroom. "Now, don't you go anywhere. I will just be a minute."
The man shook his head and tried to adjust himself, inconspicuously. "I'm not going anywhere."
Micah walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She looked in the mirror and sighed. "This could be fun." Micah ran her fingers through her hair and slipped her dress off of her shoulders. It fell to the floor and disappeared. "Interesting." She thought out loud. Micah ran her fingers down her ribs and watched as she became taller and broader. Less feminine, more masculine. Male, not female. Michael grinned into the mirror and realized that there was no longer any reflection. He looked over at the tub and smiled. "This could be very interesting. Don't you think, darling?"
The girl's dead eyes stared back at Michael, as he nodded his head. "I thought you might say something like that, you stupid whore. You should have never hefted that video at my head." Michael walked over to the cold body and pet the long blonde hair. "Now, I have to kill your neighbor and it's all your fault. How do you like that, bitch?" Michael leaned down and licked up the dry blood, around the edges of the girl's mouth. He took out the ball gag that he had placed there earlier and kissed her softly. "I don't think we need this anymore, do you? No, play times over between us."
Michael straightened up and ran his hand over the hair that he instinctively knew was bleached blonde. "I have a new puppy, now." Michael laughed and paused just long enough to think up a pair of tight black pants. "Don't want to distress the man too much, now do we?" Michael chuckled again and headed into the bedroom, with a new song in his heart.
TBC
-Thank you for reviewing, if you did. If you didn't, shame on you and review this time! Okay, now I got you two chapters out in less than four days! Gimme a treat people! I really don't have all this free time on my hands, so I want to know if you like what I'm writing, or if it's just crap. Review whether it sucked or not. I just like to know if it's being read.-
--The subtitle was Shakedown, which is a song by a local band that I know named Mister Grits. They really are talented and cute to boot.--