Sorry for the wait guys ā I'm an impulsive writer, some days I don't even want to write my name, inspiration comes and goes..hope this makes up for it though...R for a bit of uh...erotica at the end, nothing hard though. If this thing doesn't save, which it won't, because quick edit's gaaay, than there's breaks in there, if you want the original I have without breaks because can't seem to get it right, email me and I'll get you a readable version!
Also, the song is 'If You Could Only See' by Tonic
Chapter 4 - Heat
"So..you're saying she's gone?" Blaine said softly, taking the joint and rolling it between his fingers, his other hand preoccupied with the phone.
"Yes...she took the bait, she's gone and headed to Los Angeles...she should be easy to capture once she gets there." A slight smile graced the boy's face, innocent to the last even if the words coming out of his mouth were pure evil.
"Oh good...that means she's after Annette...that bitch always did cause problems...though I heard she gives a good suck-"
"Blaine!"
"Don't worry honey, I don't swing that way." He mused, leaning back in his chair as he put his feet up on the desk. "Keep your eyes on her, she'll be a pretty penny in a few weeks." The phone hung up, and Blaine put the phone back in its cradle. Easily his hand went to the lighter on the table, clicking it open and looking at the small flame that appeared.
For a minute, he watched it, nearly captivated by the flame. It had always drawn him, probably what made him pick up marijuana in the first place. He couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes, what with his mother inhaling the things like oxygen, but the flame at the end of it always made him watch. The red hot glow of the fire would take hours if he let it, but he shook his head softly, blond curls shaking as he lit the joint, inhaling softly, and letting out a small ball of smoke, watching it rise into the air.
Blaine was well aware of the things Kathryn had done to get her way. He chuckled softly, little puffs with each laugh, as he thought about it. Truly she was brilliant in the depths she'd go to. But she wasn't the mastermind she'd claimed she was. He lay back on the bed, eyes closing as he took another lackadaisical drag of the joint, the THC going into his brain and slowly relaxing him.
Kathryn depended on a small circle of people to help her with her plans, she had to weave each together to make sure that they were all going to go down with her. Blaine found it best that he battle his demons privately. A smile as he felt himself slowly slip into peacefulness. He wanted to make sure the traps were set carefully...he wanted to make sure he didn't walk into his own trap.
You could say he planned this...if you wanted to...but he was merely the conductor...He smiled slightly, watching the flame begin at the bottom of the blunt. He'd sent Kathryn those papers in the mail, he'd used his connections in Los Angeles to Get Annette into some good roles...and he made damn well sure that Sonny behaved himself. He wanted to watch the fireworks start.
...after all...what else was there for a pyro to do?
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The man hung up the phone, rather irritated by the kid's casualness of the situation, trashing his cigarette as he walked, down the little strip of a motel that the girl had been staying at the last time he'd reached her. He moved closer, arming himself in case the girl decided to pick up a gun on her way to LA. He continued, looking down the numbers, 13,14,15,16...
As he stood in front of the final door, he smirked, knocking on it and starting to cock the gun. "Kathryn? Kathryn Mertuil, I know you're in there!" Easily he kicked open the door, launching into a full scale attack...
On an empty room. He half chuckled after her realized that there was no one in the room. A hysterical spout of laughter as he sat down on the bed. Of course she wasn't here...that'd be easy. Simple even. He lay down on the bed, his eyes closing as he tried to go about his next course of action. Kathryn had obviously left...nothing was here, the beds were made. He ran a hand through his dark hair, closing his eyes.
"Oh Kathryn...where could you have gone.." He murmured, pulling out his map, and throwing it down on the bed as he lit up another cigarette, the rush of nicotine coursing through his brain and calming him down even as his heart sped to keep up. He exhaled a puff of smoke, putting a little red dot over the city he was in. He noticed the line, and only smiled...she skipped three towns, and stopped at the fourth. Another puff, another shot of nicotine. "There you are..." He traced the map with his fingers, pointing to the next point and circling it.
He closed the door, wishing not for his smoke to be disturbed as he leaned against the wall, eyes closing slightly as he inhaled another puff, smiling slightly as he chuckled, feeling the warmth through his hands from the cancer stick.
"I'll find you Kathryn...you can run as far as you want little lady..." He said, leaning up against the door. "But you can't hide..."
'Actually she can hide quite well.' He heard behind him, and turned slightly, confused as he saw a kid standing in the doorway.
"Where'd you come from?"
'I get around.' He said softly, holding up the detective's cigarette. 'You don't mind do you, haven't had one in months...' He said softly, taking a long drag and handing it back to the dark haired man, running a hand through his own slightly curly blond. 'You've got some catching up to do, and sitting here smoking isn't going to get her closer.' He chuckled softly. 'Just because you're a detective doesn't mean you can find her more easily...in fact, she'll have less trouble evading you because you're thinking on her level. She knows what to expect from guys like you...unlike the dumb asses, also known as our country's finest.'
Shocked he continued stared at the lanky teenager, sitting down on the bed, with widened eyes. 'How'd you get in?'
'Are you not listening to me?' He suddenly turned irate, his dark eyes looking at the man. 'You'll lose her, and someone will end up dead because of you!' He shouted, moving closer, eyes narrowing. 'Get off your ass and find her!'
The investigator's eyes closed, nodding his head. There was something ominous about the teen, something off...he had to agree...or something bad would happen. As he opened his eyes again, he found the door half open, and the boy gone. He let out a slight sigh of relief, finishing off his cigarette, and leaving the room quickly, moving to his car, map in hand.
((break here))
Cecile looked up slowly shifting as he told her to move her body to the left lightly. She moved as he demanded, keeping on her 'devil-may-care' face as the camera continued to click. It was days like today when she remembered Sebastian's words.
"Show me SEXY Cecile." He said softly, switching film quickly. She only nodded, taking her new spot on the couch, adjusting the straps of cloth they liked to call a bikini and leaned back on the disassembled car. In the background was a near post-apocalyptic scene.
It was a new fashion line...and she was going to be its spokes model, her face (and body) strewn across New York. Her hair was all over the place, lengthened by extensions and teased to new, scary, heights, as she lounged around casually in very comfortable underwear...supposed to outlast the cockroaches. She stretched, showing off her curves as he continued to photograph her.
"How sexy?" She murmured slightly, splaying her legs, laced to mid calf in stilettos as she stood, contorting her body into a position that through her abs into sharp contrast, as he took another picture. "Super duper sexy?"
The photographer shook his head, used to the eccentrics of models, and watched as she continued to writhe. He heard the door close behind him, and she smiled, sexiness thrown as she moved off the destroyed car to Ronald. She gave him a hug, a few inches taller than him in the heels, and kissed him softly. "If we could get back to work Signorina..."
"In a moment Gino." She said softly, kissing him softly again. He grinned at her.
"Having fun I see?"
"Oh, of course." She grinned, looking back to him, and kissing him softly. "Why'd you came by."
"I have to talk to you for a minute." Cecile looked over to Gino, who only nodded, telling his crew to take five as Cecile went into the changing room with him. She pulled her heels off, sitting on the counter and leaning against the mirror. She picked up her cup of tea, blowing the smoke off the top of the cup before taking a sip.
"What is it, Ronald?"
"I..have to leave?" She choked a bit, her green eyes widening. "Not for a while..just to check up on Annette, I haven't heard from her, and I tried talking to her last night...I'm worried."
"Ronald.." She said softly, pulling him close. "You're probably worrying over nothing."
"I know...but I want to make sure it's nothing that I'm worrying over, I should be back on Sunday."
"THREE DAYS!" She said loudly, and she heard something slip outside and crash. "Ronald.."
"It won't be that long, promise." Ronald chuckled, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. "I leave in an hour, but I'm leaving the car with you and taking a taxi to JFK, so be good alright..and listen to Gino." He said, slapping her butt lightly, and sliding off the table. Cecile nodded quickly, looking to him.
"Am I sexy Ronald?"
"You're always sexy, Cecile." He kissed her a final time, and walked out the door. Cecile only sighed, finishing off her tea, and then going off to finish her shoot...three days. She muttered softly.
"Great...what am I going to do for three days?"
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Annette parked in front of the club, getting out of it, and handing the keys to the valet man, walking into the club. She was starting to get a reputation, so she was easily allowed admittance. The club was about a month old, the feverish opening had passed, and now those who liked it remained, which happened to be quite a few. She could feel the heat even as she moved towards the bar. The pounding music of the club reverberated through her and made her feel alive...at least for the moment.
She hopped on a barstool, eyes looking around for the bartender as she waited for her drink...to lower her inhibitions...to free her mind. She wanted to let go, wanted to lose herself among the writhing bodies of the night. She noticed a drink get placed in front of her, the bartender nodding over in the corner to a redhead. She raised it, a slight smirk on her face before taking a sip and starting to walk off to the dance floor, waiting for him to follow as she downed it easily. It wasn't strong enough to do much...but she felt a warm glow that would proceed the buzz she'd get later. She moved towards the middle, starting to sweat as she started to dance, feeling all her problems and worries going away as she moved.
She felt a pair of hands glide across her stomach, and be pulled into a rather masculine chest. She only grinned, continuing to dance as the man behind her did the same.
For a second...she seemed almost free...Until the heat faded away and she was only replaced by a cold chill. She stopped, the breath leaving her lungs as she felt a cold hand glide across her back, and then down it. Her back arched in reply, moving against the man she was with and sending shivers down his spine as well. Annette pulled away from him, gasping slightly.
He watched her, his intense green eyes boring into her blue ones. She shook her head lightly, feeling the return of the heat and the bass that pounded through her feet and in her throat.
"You okay?" He shouted over the music, looking down at her. She nodded, a slight smirk on her face, and wrapped her arms around his neck, moving closer to him. He grinned, leaning down softly to kiss her. She moved her head upwards, lips pursed to kiss him.
Before she knew what happened, he was gone, down on the ground several yards away. A cold wind swept around her.
I see you...
Annette gasped, starting out of the dance floor, and moving back towards the bar, accidentally knocking over a Long Island Ice Tea. She only shook her head, as the wind continued to blow.
I see you.
She started making for the door, the writhing bodies now becoming a force, blocking her exit as the wind continued.
I See You.
She pushed her way out of the club, the wind dying as she closed the door forcefully behind her, gasping for breath as she looked up to the cloudy night sky, shaking her head softly in disbelief.
"Wh..What was that..." She said softly, the pulse that was still heard from inside the club giving her a headache. She tried to clear her thoughts, before walking to the car, letting her hair down, and putting on the jacket that she always kept in the car, shivering slightly as she turned the car over. As the perfectly remade engine roared into life, she turned the radio on, and gasped at what she heard. A bittersweet song with guitar, and a haunting voice came through her speakers.
"If you could only see the way she loves me...Then maybe you would understand...Why I feel this way about or love...And what I must do..." Her eyes widened a bit, and her breath hitched...it..it had nothing to do with her...just...just a coincidence...
"If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says, When she says she loves me" She closed her eyes tight, and looked up into the rearview mirror, shaking her head in disbelief.
"No...no...it's not-"
She met green eyes, slightly saddened and a face that was deathly pale. 'I see you Annette...' He murmured softly, before fading away from view. Annette shuddered, staying in her car, in the parking lot until well after the club turned its lights on.
((break here))
Kathryn closed the trunk, looking around her, and smiling a bit, moving up the steps to one of the best hotels in the city of Chicago, giving the bell boy her things and moving up to her room. She took her hair out of the messy bun, and sighed, lounging on the luxurious bed, with clean sheets for the first time in a week.
"Mm...feels like home...glad I paid them in cash." She murmured, looking towards the white whine as she ordered on the night stand table. She smirked, pouring herself a glass, and sipping it softly, as the bellboy opened up the door, with her bags in tow.
"Here you are miss.." He murmured, waiting there for his tip. She smiled, eyes closing softly. She was in need of a bit of fun while she was here. Easily she slid off the bed, moving closer to him with a seductive sway to her hips. He watched her, eyes slightly widened, as she laid on that seductive souther drawl, leaning over slightly to show him her full cleavage, and a little more.
"Oh, however can I repay you..." She smiled. "Hm hm hm..." She moved towards the bed, easily taking her top off and letting it casually slide to the floor. Behind her, the bell boy dropped the bag, licking his lips as he closed the door, putting the infamous 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, before moving closer to her, taking off his ridiculous costume and revealing himself in full to her.
She looked at him, in slight disappointment. No wonder you're a bellboy.. She thought to herself, before smirking at him. "Oh baby...you're going to have to come closer...I can't give you a right proper blow job from here, now can I?"
He grinned moving over to him. Rolling her eyes she pushed him down on the bed, looking towards him before crawling atop, looking down into his as he began to sweat, his arousal getting to him as the seductress crawled over his body. Just as she was about to put her lips around him, the phone rang. The man groaned, and Kathryn only kissed him softly, before picking it up.
"I'm a little-"
"Kathryn...they're looking for you,"
"Who..."
"You know who. cops, detectives...everyone's hot on your trail." She growled angrily, which only aroused him further, he moved to 'distract her' but Kathryn put a delicate hand on his shoulder, pushing him back into the bed.
"They won't find-"
"Yes..they will...you should leave, as soon as possible."
"But-"
"As Soon As Possible." Suddenly the phone clicked, the pleasant 'Welcome to the Hotel Monte Carlo, one of Chicago's elite hotels, with a 5 star r-' Kathryn hung the phone up, pouting slightly as she looked to him.
"Who was that..."
"Sh...no more talking." Her drawl returned, kissing him wildly, and grinding slightly against his crotch, before going in for more. Her eyes closed as she began the dance that people had been doing from the beginning of time...
Which would make them miserable right up until the Apocalypse came crashing down itself. Kathryn only smiled, watching as the man in front of her lost it, his face contorted in a state that only reminds of utter horror and ultimate pleasure. He growled long and hard as Kathryn made him explode.
Kathryn only smiled a bit, closing her eyes. She still had it...
A/Nā
FlamablePajamies - Yes ma'am tips hat thank you for reading!
Dark Raven Angel - You shall see, you shall see, ms Angel.
Faint Hate - wow...thanks...that made my day. And what sequels? is happy in her denial that couldn't possibly be dumb enough to try and make sequels to this movie
Morgaine Le Fay - Hm hm...I'll make him take a shower...if he smells fishy that is, but yes...you'll see how he plays out later.
