Title: Darkness of Companions
Based on: Companions of the Night by Vivian Vande Velde
Summary: A sequel to Companions of the Night. Kerry's life is threatened by an unidentifiable source Ethan/Michel seems to understand. He becomes her champion as she recedes farther into the darkness.
Rated: PG15. this chapter is less than appropriate.
Author's Note: I do not own any characters. This chapter is pretty much humourous relief. I promise it gets more serious. ;D
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"I can't believe you brought me to Canada!"
"I can't believe you weren't paying attention all through the flight until they announced the final destination."
She continued to drag her suitcase through the large terminal wondering what was in Canada. "I don't even own a passport." He handed her an official paper covered with a red slipcover. She watched him continue to calmly walk toward the car rental. His back was straight and he was loosely carrying his suitcase with one hand as his wide stride practically ate up the floor. She noticed a group of girls about her age stopped to stare at him. Was there ever a time he didn't look sexy?
The suitcase he had ungentlemanly forced her to carry banged across her knee sharply as she scuttled after him. The gray tile was wet with melted snow and she skidded the last few steps into his unyielding butt. *synonym for unyielding- firm :D) He exasperatedly helped her up and finished signing the required papers for the rental as she twiddled her thumbs.
"Mrs. DeBlass?" Michel jarred her sharply with his elbow.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She tried to smile charmingly like Mr. Obnoxious was doing, but the salesclerk only snarled at her and practically stabbed her with a pen.
"Co-sign here."
"Uh. Ethan. Whom do I sign as?" The salesclerk looked at her as if she was stupid and Ethan looked as if he wanted to destroy her.
"Either your maiden name- Kerry Nowicki, your married name- Kerry DeBlass, or both- Kerry Nowicki DeBlass. You should have thought of this before the wedding."
"Oh, you think you're so funny." She signed with the last one as he muttered 'newly weds' to the salesclerk and she nodded sympathetically. Without looking like he was in too much of a rush, he grabbed the keys and walked out of the station, leaving her to drag her suitcase along again. He was waiting leaned against the car door, and watched her struggle to put her luggage in the trunk.
"Are you done yet?"
Kerry snarled and tried to balance the case on one knee and foist it in. She ended up falling on her butt for the millionth time that night. He got in the car to wait for her. She scrambled in and hit her head on the roof, by this time she was in a foul mood.
"Do you know what's in Canada? Snow, that's what's in Canada. Snow and Frenchmen." He gave her a sharp look. Whoops, that's right, he was a Frenchman. "Why couldn't we have gone somewhere with a beach, after the experience I had today, all I want to be is hot."
"I'll give you hot." He blinked. Whoops, got sidetracked there. "There is nothing wrong with Frenchmen, or snow for that matter."
"I didn't say there was. I like Canada. I probably like it more than most Americans since I was born here."
"You were born here? Then you should know how awesome it is. It's not that much different from the states." He turned around the corner still trying to sell Canada's attributes. Throngs of overcoat-wearing people were crowded against the fence carrying signs reading 'We Were All Born Unique, Say NO to Commercialism.' Michel gestured to them as he drove through the fence. "See, they even have protesters."
The protesters ran out in front of the car and Michel had to stop dead before running them down. The leader, an old woman with bluish hair and cateye-framed glasses, walked up to the hood of their car. She yelled, 'Drop Materialism,' and yanked off her over-coat. Her fifty or so followers followed in suit.
Kerry jammed her eyes closed. "Oh I just knew I was going to get flashed when I was with you." He leaned on the horn and started to inch his way through. Naked protesters dove out of the way as they realized he didn't intent on stopping. The car tire bumped over someone's foot and they could hear a little scream of pain. Naked people were piling up on the side of the street trying frantically to get off of each other's nude bodies.
One particular fat die-hard held his ground and refused to move. Michel blared his horn and ran the poor fool over. He flopped against the windshield for a few seconds, his bitch-tits squashed before Kerry's face, prior to falling with a squawk to the ground. Kerry figured that was a sight she wouldn't get out of her head easily.
Michel rounded the corner and sped away with a few undressed souls jogging flappily behind. "Canada also has crazy flashing protesters." Kerry deadpanned.
Trying to marginally change the subject as one jogger still followed yelling something indistinguishable, Michel muttered, "So why didn't you tell me you were originally Canadian?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were Canadian?"
"I'm not, I was born in France and my family moved to North America for the smuggling trade." That was the most information he had ever specified about himself, and yet he still hadn't given her any hint about his true age. So he was a French smuggler's child named Michel, who may or may not have grown up around the area she had. All this of course could be a lie.
"I get it, you're a Canadian wannabe." He frowned and stomped on the breaks just as the light turned red. The nude marathon-runner behind them slammed into the back of the car. People were staring and pointing as the woman yanked a trench coat from the back bumper and hastily put it on. She gave Michel a rude gesture and huffed away.
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Kerry awoke around noon, hungry and irritated. She found herself in a small apartment containing a bedroom/kitchenette and a bathroom. Surprisingly the kitchen was stocked with food. She cooked a huge meal consisting egg rolls, pizza, spaghetti, and subs. It took her an hour to finish it all, and she was pleased with her first full meal in days. Afterward she washed and dressed in preparation for leaving the apartment.
She found the door locked from the outside. She mentally pictured the lock turning in her mind and the handle turned easily in her hand. Delighted with herself she walked into a large hallway lined with similar doors. It reminded her somewhat of a dorm.
The place was deserted as she found the steps and hurried down them. The dim emptiness was scaring her as she rushed out the door with a red glowing 'exit' overhead. She found herself shielding her eyes from the glaring sun as the door locked close behind her. With dread she tried to mentally open it, but found herself locked out of the building Michel had placed her.
He probably wouldn't be incredibly pleased with her, but then again when was he?
So she was stranded in Toronto with no protection. So what, it was Canada, its not like anything exciting ever happened here. Heck, the streets were even clean.
She looked up at the building, expecting to see a windowless structure. It looked quite normal from the outside, yet the room she was in had no windows. She concluded it was a vampire ruse to blend in, with the windows bricked in on the inside. Memorizing the street number she walked away from the building and turned a corner, wondering if she could find the CN tower before sunset.
She found herself in front of the Harbourfront Antique Market, and since it was free admission, she decided to explore. As expected, the prices were ridiculous and the proprietors kept shooting her dirty looks when she walked in wearing Michel's leather jacket. Couldn't they tell it was real leather, and probably antique too by the look of it? They were supposed to have a good eye for quality. She gave up, figuring if they had a piece of Wedgwood Fairyland, they would know how much it was worth.
The CN tower was only a few blocks away, its reflection in the glass of a nearby glass building testimony to that. The air was crisp, and the skies grew darker, promising snow as she hurried towards the national treasure. She looked straight up as snowflakes started to tumble from the sky, melting on her eyelashes. She blinked them off and pushed into the world's tallest building. An escalator ran down into a huge gift shop, and an area to purchase elevator tickets. She noticed there was a giant stenciling of the world engraved into the tile floor.
Wandering around the vast bottom-floor gift shop she spotted shelves of Canada, Toronto, and CN Tower souvenirs. Nothing grabbed her attention as she browsed while looking for the time. She wasn't sure when she lost her watch, but it was like losing an arm. She found one of a beaver butt, with a stick and the tail as the hands. She thought it was hilarious and searched for money in her jacket pocket. She wondered briefly where the credit card with her name on it came from as the salesclerk ran it up. She briefly contemplated getting a novelty watch for Michel, but she was pretty sure he was a huge walking clock. She grinned as an old joke about sundials and penises evoked pleasant mental images.
With a watch on her arm she was utterly aware how close to sundown it was. She barely had half an hour to make it back to Michel. She hurried back up the escalator and into the white streets of Toronto. The snow was beating into her eyes as she brought her hand up to guard them. Turning, she hurried back from whence she came, hoping she could recall the exact location. A snowplow plowed by with no consideration to pedestrians and splashed her completely with dirty slush. She hurried on for a few blocks until she could no longer feel her legs.
Scurrying into the nearest store, she hoped to find wearable clothes. Instead she found herself in the middle of a sex shop looking at the biggest dildo she had ever seen. But there had been a clothes display in the window! She turned to the window and found that in her blindness she was actually looking at an erotic scene she rather would not examine closely. A saleslady tapped her on the arm as she tried to inch her way out casually.
"My dear, you are absolutely soaked." Kerry turned and she gasped. "Why, that is the loveliest leather jacket I have ever seen."
"I knew it, everyone keeps mistaking it for pleather."
"I own a sex shop, I know leather, and that is gorgeous." She gestured to all the S&M costumes and whips around the store and Kerry wondered if it was too late to get out. The kind proprietor started to maneuver her towards the back of the store. "Now why don't you take a shower while I try to find something appropriate to wear with this incredible jacket."
Kerry almost signed in relief when she spotted the huge shower in the backroom bathroom. She was just about to close the door when the lady asked her to wait for a moment. Kerry smiled at the sweet old lady, and thought that maybe sex shops weren't as bad as she had thought. The woman returned and handed her a sheet of paper.
"What's this?"
"A release form. We take no responsibility if someone tapes you in the shower and sells it to horny teenagers over the web." Kerry goggled. "I'm joking of course." The lady pulled away the sheet. "I can't resist pulling that prank on every opportunity."
When she left Kerry looked apprehensively at the shower. She finally compromised and got in with her underwear on. The shop sold seduction- specialized lingerie, so it wasn't as if she would go without. After a quick shower, she looked around the room hoping there would be some dry clothes available. On the back of the door hung a harem-girl outfit. She cursed her luck.
Grabbing a towel she covered herself, slipped on a patch of water, and almost fell into the toilet. Looking into the bowl, she spotted many built-in pleasure devices, and decided any urge she had to pee was definitely gone. Slipping on the white pants and gilded micro-top she left the veil on the hook and walked out the door. A second later she grabbed the veil, supposing the total masquerade might be quite entertaining.
Walking into the store she headed towards the underwear rack. Her eyes widened at the strap of material that had tiny circles sewn in for the nipple. She really, really hated this. She finally found a really cute set of bra, thong, and garter-belt that had enough material for her to feel like she was actually wearing something. She walked around the rack and headed back towards the bathroom. A man grabbed her arm and started to rub inappropriately against her.
"Well look-y here, live porn." She tried to pull away, but he groped up her arm and grasped the sleeve of her top. She twirled around, full of rage. The top ripped, sending sequins flying everywhere. The man yelled about getting a damn bead in his eye as he stalked out of the store.
The kind lady rushed over and helped her off the floor. "Why did he attack me like that?" Kerry was having trouble keeping her nerves. It seemed to be just one thing after another.
"Well honey, those pants are semi-transparent."
She blanched. "Oh, sorry. I'm sorry about the customer too."
"He wasn't really a customer. Just some pervert who comes in occasionally to get a cheap thrill out of touching the underwear."
"Talking about underwear, I'd like to buy these please," She held up the lingerie in her hand and took out her credit card. ". and compensate you for this outfit."
"Well my dear, it's not legal for me to sell the undergarments to minors."
"How old do I have to be?" She wondered exactly how old she looked.
"Nineteen." Kerry scowled and fingered the credit card Michel had procured for her, probably illegally. She looked down and had trouble concealing surprised glee from her face. The card stated her age as twenty-one.
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Based on: Companions of the Night by Vivian Vande Velde
Summary: A sequel to Companions of the Night. Kerry's life is threatened by an unidentifiable source Ethan/Michel seems to understand. He becomes her champion as she recedes farther into the darkness.
Rated: PG15. this chapter is less than appropriate.
Author's Note: I do not own any characters. This chapter is pretty much humourous relief. I promise it gets more serious. ;D
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"I can't believe you brought me to Canada!"
"I can't believe you weren't paying attention all through the flight until they announced the final destination."
She continued to drag her suitcase through the large terminal wondering what was in Canada. "I don't even own a passport." He handed her an official paper covered with a red slipcover. She watched him continue to calmly walk toward the car rental. His back was straight and he was loosely carrying his suitcase with one hand as his wide stride practically ate up the floor. She noticed a group of girls about her age stopped to stare at him. Was there ever a time he didn't look sexy?
The suitcase he had ungentlemanly forced her to carry banged across her knee sharply as she scuttled after him. The gray tile was wet with melted snow and she skidded the last few steps into his unyielding butt. *synonym for unyielding- firm :D) He exasperatedly helped her up and finished signing the required papers for the rental as she twiddled her thumbs.
"Mrs. DeBlass?" Michel jarred her sharply with his elbow.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She tried to smile charmingly like Mr. Obnoxious was doing, but the salesclerk only snarled at her and practically stabbed her with a pen.
"Co-sign here."
"Uh. Ethan. Whom do I sign as?" The salesclerk looked at her as if she was stupid and Ethan looked as if he wanted to destroy her.
"Either your maiden name- Kerry Nowicki, your married name- Kerry DeBlass, or both- Kerry Nowicki DeBlass. You should have thought of this before the wedding."
"Oh, you think you're so funny." She signed with the last one as he muttered 'newly weds' to the salesclerk and she nodded sympathetically. Without looking like he was in too much of a rush, he grabbed the keys and walked out of the station, leaving her to drag her suitcase along again. He was waiting leaned against the car door, and watched her struggle to put her luggage in the trunk.
"Are you done yet?"
Kerry snarled and tried to balance the case on one knee and foist it in. She ended up falling on her butt for the millionth time that night. He got in the car to wait for her. She scrambled in and hit her head on the roof, by this time she was in a foul mood.
"Do you know what's in Canada? Snow, that's what's in Canada. Snow and Frenchmen." He gave her a sharp look. Whoops, that's right, he was a Frenchman. "Why couldn't we have gone somewhere with a beach, after the experience I had today, all I want to be is hot."
"I'll give you hot." He blinked. Whoops, got sidetracked there. "There is nothing wrong with Frenchmen, or snow for that matter."
"I didn't say there was. I like Canada. I probably like it more than most Americans since I was born here."
"You were born here? Then you should know how awesome it is. It's not that much different from the states." He turned around the corner still trying to sell Canada's attributes. Throngs of overcoat-wearing people were crowded against the fence carrying signs reading 'We Were All Born Unique, Say NO to Commercialism.' Michel gestured to them as he drove through the fence. "See, they even have protesters."
The protesters ran out in front of the car and Michel had to stop dead before running them down. The leader, an old woman with bluish hair and cateye-framed glasses, walked up to the hood of their car. She yelled, 'Drop Materialism,' and yanked off her over-coat. Her fifty or so followers followed in suit.
Kerry jammed her eyes closed. "Oh I just knew I was going to get flashed when I was with you." He leaned on the horn and started to inch his way through. Naked protesters dove out of the way as they realized he didn't intent on stopping. The car tire bumped over someone's foot and they could hear a little scream of pain. Naked people were piling up on the side of the street trying frantically to get off of each other's nude bodies.
One particular fat die-hard held his ground and refused to move. Michel blared his horn and ran the poor fool over. He flopped against the windshield for a few seconds, his bitch-tits squashed before Kerry's face, prior to falling with a squawk to the ground. Kerry figured that was a sight she wouldn't get out of her head easily.
Michel rounded the corner and sped away with a few undressed souls jogging flappily behind. "Canada also has crazy flashing protesters." Kerry deadpanned.
Trying to marginally change the subject as one jogger still followed yelling something indistinguishable, Michel muttered, "So why didn't you tell me you were originally Canadian?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were Canadian?"
"I'm not, I was born in France and my family moved to North America for the smuggling trade." That was the most information he had ever specified about himself, and yet he still hadn't given her any hint about his true age. So he was a French smuggler's child named Michel, who may or may not have grown up around the area she had. All this of course could be a lie.
"I get it, you're a Canadian wannabe." He frowned and stomped on the breaks just as the light turned red. The nude marathon-runner behind them slammed into the back of the car. People were staring and pointing as the woman yanked a trench coat from the back bumper and hastily put it on. She gave Michel a rude gesture and huffed away.
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Kerry awoke around noon, hungry and irritated. She found herself in a small apartment containing a bedroom/kitchenette and a bathroom. Surprisingly the kitchen was stocked with food. She cooked a huge meal consisting egg rolls, pizza, spaghetti, and subs. It took her an hour to finish it all, and she was pleased with her first full meal in days. Afterward she washed and dressed in preparation for leaving the apartment.
She found the door locked from the outside. She mentally pictured the lock turning in her mind and the handle turned easily in her hand. Delighted with herself she walked into a large hallway lined with similar doors. It reminded her somewhat of a dorm.
The place was deserted as she found the steps and hurried down them. The dim emptiness was scaring her as she rushed out the door with a red glowing 'exit' overhead. She found herself shielding her eyes from the glaring sun as the door locked close behind her. With dread she tried to mentally open it, but found herself locked out of the building Michel had placed her.
He probably wouldn't be incredibly pleased with her, but then again when was he?
So she was stranded in Toronto with no protection. So what, it was Canada, its not like anything exciting ever happened here. Heck, the streets were even clean.
She looked up at the building, expecting to see a windowless structure. It looked quite normal from the outside, yet the room she was in had no windows. She concluded it was a vampire ruse to blend in, with the windows bricked in on the inside. Memorizing the street number she walked away from the building and turned a corner, wondering if she could find the CN tower before sunset.
She found herself in front of the Harbourfront Antique Market, and since it was free admission, she decided to explore. As expected, the prices were ridiculous and the proprietors kept shooting her dirty looks when she walked in wearing Michel's leather jacket. Couldn't they tell it was real leather, and probably antique too by the look of it? They were supposed to have a good eye for quality. She gave up, figuring if they had a piece of Wedgwood Fairyland, they would know how much it was worth.
The CN tower was only a few blocks away, its reflection in the glass of a nearby glass building testimony to that. The air was crisp, and the skies grew darker, promising snow as she hurried towards the national treasure. She looked straight up as snowflakes started to tumble from the sky, melting on her eyelashes. She blinked them off and pushed into the world's tallest building. An escalator ran down into a huge gift shop, and an area to purchase elevator tickets. She noticed there was a giant stenciling of the world engraved into the tile floor.
Wandering around the vast bottom-floor gift shop she spotted shelves of Canada, Toronto, and CN Tower souvenirs. Nothing grabbed her attention as she browsed while looking for the time. She wasn't sure when she lost her watch, but it was like losing an arm. She found one of a beaver butt, with a stick and the tail as the hands. She thought it was hilarious and searched for money in her jacket pocket. She wondered briefly where the credit card with her name on it came from as the salesclerk ran it up. She briefly contemplated getting a novelty watch for Michel, but she was pretty sure he was a huge walking clock. She grinned as an old joke about sundials and penises evoked pleasant mental images.
With a watch on her arm she was utterly aware how close to sundown it was. She barely had half an hour to make it back to Michel. She hurried back up the escalator and into the white streets of Toronto. The snow was beating into her eyes as she brought her hand up to guard them. Turning, she hurried back from whence she came, hoping she could recall the exact location. A snowplow plowed by with no consideration to pedestrians and splashed her completely with dirty slush. She hurried on for a few blocks until she could no longer feel her legs.
Scurrying into the nearest store, she hoped to find wearable clothes. Instead she found herself in the middle of a sex shop looking at the biggest dildo she had ever seen. But there had been a clothes display in the window! She turned to the window and found that in her blindness she was actually looking at an erotic scene she rather would not examine closely. A saleslady tapped her on the arm as she tried to inch her way out casually.
"My dear, you are absolutely soaked." Kerry turned and she gasped. "Why, that is the loveliest leather jacket I have ever seen."
"I knew it, everyone keeps mistaking it for pleather."
"I own a sex shop, I know leather, and that is gorgeous." She gestured to all the S&M costumes and whips around the store and Kerry wondered if it was too late to get out. The kind proprietor started to maneuver her towards the back of the store. "Now why don't you take a shower while I try to find something appropriate to wear with this incredible jacket."
Kerry almost signed in relief when she spotted the huge shower in the backroom bathroom. She was just about to close the door when the lady asked her to wait for a moment. Kerry smiled at the sweet old lady, and thought that maybe sex shops weren't as bad as she had thought. The woman returned and handed her a sheet of paper.
"What's this?"
"A release form. We take no responsibility if someone tapes you in the shower and sells it to horny teenagers over the web." Kerry goggled. "I'm joking of course." The lady pulled away the sheet. "I can't resist pulling that prank on every opportunity."
When she left Kerry looked apprehensively at the shower. She finally compromised and got in with her underwear on. The shop sold seduction- specialized lingerie, so it wasn't as if she would go without. After a quick shower, she looked around the room hoping there would be some dry clothes available. On the back of the door hung a harem-girl outfit. She cursed her luck.
Grabbing a towel she covered herself, slipped on a patch of water, and almost fell into the toilet. Looking into the bowl, she spotted many built-in pleasure devices, and decided any urge she had to pee was definitely gone. Slipping on the white pants and gilded micro-top she left the veil on the hook and walked out the door. A second later she grabbed the veil, supposing the total masquerade might be quite entertaining.
Walking into the store she headed towards the underwear rack. Her eyes widened at the strap of material that had tiny circles sewn in for the nipple. She really, really hated this. She finally found a really cute set of bra, thong, and garter-belt that had enough material for her to feel like she was actually wearing something. She walked around the rack and headed back towards the bathroom. A man grabbed her arm and started to rub inappropriately against her.
"Well look-y here, live porn." She tried to pull away, but he groped up her arm and grasped the sleeve of her top. She twirled around, full of rage. The top ripped, sending sequins flying everywhere. The man yelled about getting a damn bead in his eye as he stalked out of the store.
The kind lady rushed over and helped her off the floor. "Why did he attack me like that?" Kerry was having trouble keeping her nerves. It seemed to be just one thing after another.
"Well honey, those pants are semi-transparent."
She blanched. "Oh, sorry. I'm sorry about the customer too."
"He wasn't really a customer. Just some pervert who comes in occasionally to get a cheap thrill out of touching the underwear."
"Talking about underwear, I'd like to buy these please," She held up the lingerie in her hand and took out her credit card. ". and compensate you for this outfit."
"Well my dear, it's not legal for me to sell the undergarments to minors."
"How old do I have to be?" She wondered exactly how old she looked.
"Nineteen." Kerry scowled and fingered the credit card Michel had procured for her, probably illegally. She looked down and had trouble concealing surprised glee from her face. The card stated her age as twenty-one.
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