Muhyuhuhaha? Another chapter? What is this Christmas? This is just wonderful. So many gifts in such a short amount of time. Heehee. Anywayz, here I am typing chapter 4, when it hits meh that I stopped chapter 3 too quickly… I think. Abruptly, maybe.

Chea so I don't own any of the Darstalkers chars. So sad for meh.

Chapter 4

Morrigan stared up at those lofty rafters, eying the "boss" with out so much as a doubt in her mind. She wasn't afraid of him, she didn't care what he said or did. Zabel on the other hand was shaking in his boots. Their boss, the producer, and for the most part director, (all the same man) stood his ground with an evil grin across his face. No offence, the man was well groomed, but that might have been the only good quality he had in him.

It was as if he woke up on the wrong side of whatever he was sleeping on, and took all of that negative energy out on the lesser and weaker people around. He was the type of person to get angry, might even kill some one, because they put cream, instead of sugar, in his coffee. Then again he was someone who would praise you of some little miscellaneous act you did two days ago. He's like the sun, big and full of gas, but couldn't do shit without him.

But that's how he got things done, with fear and strong words. If that didn't work he always had some type of "persuasive" act to get the person in question to change their mind.

"As I said before. It's so nice of you, Morrigan, Zabel, to take time out of your busy schedules to come here today. I mean, what with all those fans, it's amazing that you two got here in one piece." His voice carried the distance, as if it shouldn't have. He smirked and the woman to his left giggled soft as she held onto his arm. "What do you have to say for yourself?" he said as he stared down Morrigan.

"I-I.. I can explain, sir." Zabel stepped forward, glanced up at him then down to his feet. "Ya see, wha-what 'ad 'appened—"

"Not you, Zabel!" he snarled somewhat, before his face quickly went back to his I-want-to-hear-what-you-have-to-say-dear face. Zabel quickly retreated like a defeated puppy and took his spot to the right side of Morrigan. "Ms. Aenslaed, I meant that question for you."

Aenslaed? He never used her last name before, ever. He was up to something, but what? She wanted to ask but didn't. Not now anyway.

"I had a slight delay at home, sir." She folded her arms under her bust as she felt her neck strain to stay looking up at him.

"A delay at home? Why, whatever were you doing?"

All the people who had been working on the set had stopped what they'd been doing to watch the little discussion that was going on. Morrigan scoffed softly, almost to herself. Which was a hard thing to do, with everyone dead silent around you. Nosey bastard.

"I never knew my private life had become so interesting to you all of a sudden," she said. Of course she was late because she wanted something more than a kiss from Lilith back at home, but she wasn't going to say that outright. Not in front of all these people. Nor was she about to say anything about Lilith to her director, other than she was just some girl staying with her at the moment.

"Your privacy becomes my business when you start wasting my time." He took a step, startling the woman who had been hanging onto his arm at the time.

Morrigan watched as he worked his way down the steps and smirked at the lady who hung onto him. She had almost lost her balance on one of the steps, because she had to hurry; two of her steps were only one of his. The woman was real petite. So why was she hanging on to someone who was almost twice her height? Good Question.

The director was a big man. About six-five, or something close to that. And this girl was only about five-four. It was an odd mix, but I guess what they say about they say about love being blind was true. Wait love? Did the boss love? Eh, we'll have to hit on that another time.

"I'm so sorry that I was wasting your time. I'll call ahead next time."

"Always making jokes, aren't we?" He stopped at the end of the stairs and smiled, the little woman batting her eyes and smiling sweetly too.

They were only a couple of feet ahead of where Zabel and Morrigan stood; their clothes more visible in what little light they had down here. They were a matching pair, in clothes any way. Both the boss and his arm toy were in matching tailored suits in a deep color that looked almost black from where they stood. The only difference was the woman wasn't wearing a light blue shirt under her blazer and had on the shortest suit skirt they ever saw. It had to be in Guinness for that. All it looked like was a piece, a small piece at that, that she just found and went, "Hey, let me wrap it around my waist… I hope it short enough."

The boss looked pretty handsome from this distance. His orangey-blonde hair was cut close to his head, a bit longer than a buzz cut, and gave him that certain authoritative look that most men shoot for. On the other hand the woman had shoulder length hair that flipped up at the ends. It even had streaks of bluish-purple running through it. Morrigan never understood why the boss had picked this woman to be his… Blech. Quinn Bee, (or just Bee) wasn't even all that helpful around the set. Maybe that's not why he "hired" her.

Morrigan laughed softly and brought her hand up to her mouth to stop her for doing such.

"So glad some one's laughing."

"I would say…" she laughed a bit as she traced the woman's outfit, her hair, just all of Quinn, "that I'm sorry. But that'd be a lie. And I wouldn't lie to you. Not like that." She caught the lady's gaze and grinned at her, making the woman blush and lean her head on the director's arm as her eyes looked for something else in the room.

"No, not like that. At least you acknowledge that you do lie to me in other ways."

She made no remark and just lazily gazed around the room with the grin still on her face.

He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly through his mouth, "Morrigan, Morrigan. What am I to do with you? I put so much time into you and only get a miniscule amount of effort out of you."

Miniscule amount of effort? So what happened to all of those other movies she did? That she worked so hard on? What were they, chopped liver? "Sorry that I don't bend to fit all of your idiotic credentials." There was heat in her voice as she spoke, "If I did, I'd be hanging off your other arm, Pyron. And I don't do lap—"

That boiled him. "No one! Talks to me like that!" He glared at Morrigan and the woman to his left had let go of his arm and took a couple of steps back and up the stairs. "Not even you. When you talk to me, or refer to me, it's Mr. Pyron, if anything." It's not always a good thing, especially for your health, to test the inner workings Pyron had planned. Just bad juju.

Morrigan didn't even budge. All of his flashy anger fits never did scare her, only pissed her off. He was acting like a spoiled brat that didn't get his way. "Is that all you wanted to do, get me pissed? Or can I go get ready now."

Pyron had heatedly walked over to her. You could see how much effort he put into it just to walk over there without hitting anyone. Not that anyone was in his way. They all moved to the side, afraid to get pulled into his wrath. He stopped with in an arm-length of her body. He looked over her with a grimace on his face.

"Or, maybe, you were just trying to look big and bad and let off some steam on someone who wouldn't crumble under your pressure. Because if that's the case, I'd gladly sit through your next tantrum."

He gave her an evil grin and something had flared between them. She wanted so badly to fight, but held it back. She wasn't getting kicked off the movie just because she broke his nose, or at least crippled him for a week or so. She also knew that he could start a fight either without risking his title.

His eyes moved from her to Zabel, whose eyes were locked on something across the room. "Go get dressed," he hissed. Pyron turned his back to them and started for the stairs. "EVERY ONE BACK TO WORK!" he said as he climbed the stars, Q. Bee quickly following at his heels. Everyone panicked and rushed off to find something to do, anything to look as if they were doing an important task.

The door to his office shut loudly behind him, leaving the rest of the studio in silence. His two goons, Victor and Anakaris took their places at each side of the door, just in case Morrigan had any smart ideas. She was close to maiming him once. But that was way back when. And she was new then. Anyway it was not like he could have stayed up there all day. Or maybe he could. He did have an assistant director who could just follow the script. But there was always that thing about Pyron that if it isn't like what he imagined, then it back to stage one again. So yeah, he was coming down again. But only after he steamed off.

"Love, d'you 'ave ta do that? And 'ere I thought you were gettin better at talkin with 'im." Zabel sighed and let his body ease down. "Please, if you're gonna do that, make sure I'm no where in tha room."

"Yeah, sorry about that," she spoke as if she was still in deep thought. "Couldn't we just get kill him—"

"Morrigan!" he rushed closer to her and placed his hand over her mouth. He moved his head close, breathing in her ear as he spoke, making sure no one heard them, "You know we're not strong enough yet. Plus we still need—" He jumped and pulled his hand back. Morrigan had licked his palm. She grinned at him and went for the wardrobe section, shaking her head slowly.

He wiped his hand on the front of his pants and caught up with her as she was sorting through her costumes. "You're not really gonna carry that out now are ya?"

She continued to sift through as if she hadn't heard him. "Morri? Please tell me that you're not gonna do anything stupid…"

Morrigan turned her head to face him and touched his cheek smiling at him before looking back down to her clothes. "I wouldn't do anything…stupid." She held up a sheer-sequin-strap-looking cloth and wondered if it was supposed to wipe the floors or draped over a couch. It sure didn't give that feel of security that nothing will accidentally fall out when she bent over. She put it back down on the rack and went back to searching. "No I won't do anything stupid…" She laughed to herself softly.

Zabel knew that when she was acting like this that she was either coming up with some addition to her future plans in her head or someone was going to going to wish that they hadn't said anything to her. This time he knew it was both. "You'll contact me, first, right?"

She nodded and picked up her wannabe succubus costume and headed for the changing area. Zabel sighed deeply and rubbed the back of his neck watching her walk off. "You'd better go find your costume, Zabel. Wouldn't want you to get yelled at."

He paled somewhat and rushed over to his own clothing rack and shifted through them until he found the costume needed for this scene. The last thing he wanted was to get on the director's nerves.

But what had just happened? Morrigan had said she was going to invite him to the showdown, that's if there is one. He already knew most of the game plan. However, if Morrigan was coming up with something new, the others will have to hear about it, sooner or later. Zabel was leaning towards "sooner".

"AWAKENING SCENE! EVERYBODY, YOU'VE GOT 10 MINUTES TO GET READY. THEN BE ON SET!" Someone had shouted it over a loud speaker, while the whole place looked as if someone drew a stick through an ant mine. Another day at work.

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"Absolute hell, that was."

It was 8pm. Well 8:16pm. Almost twelve hours from when they had entered the building and Zabel was exhausted. Morrigan took step a couple of paces ahead of him, seeing as he was walking slower on purpose. "But I'm tired, love."

"And I'm not?" she sighed. "Just hurry up."

He stopped walking for a moment and watched her walk towards his car. He hadn't noticed before, how nice an ass Morrigan had. It was that costume she was wearing. Whoever designed it was a total perv. Or maybe they just knew how to make her body look so… He shook his head and looked up at the darkening sky. It was mid July so there was still light outside. Not much, but some.

"Would you hurry it up? You can look at the stars after you drop me off." Morrigan was leaning with her back against the car door, watching him like a turkey in the rain. "At least open the doors," she grinned.

"Oh, yeah…" He clicked the little button on his key chain twice and the door locks popped up. Morrigan slid in the passenger seat and reclined it all the way back. She sighed and stared at up at the roof light, watching it fade slowly into darkness.

Zabel opened the driver's side and plopped in the car, letting out a breath and easing into the seat. He looked over to Morrigan and felt heat rush to his cheeks. He had to look away quickly, trying to get that image out of his head. Damn costume. She was lying in the same position she was in when she "woke up" for the scene. They had her stretched out on this king sized bed, full of black and red silk sheets that flowed around her body. Maybe it was just too much for him. He shook his head again and fumbled with the keys to start the car.

Morrigan smirked and sat the chair upright, buckling herself in. "My outfit bothered you that much?" she half laughed as she said it.

He looked startled but kept his gaze to a tiny little bush that sat at the corner of building. The car engine was humming softly as he sat there having a staring contest with a shrub.

She laughed, a hint of teasing in her voice, "Was it? I'd hate for it to bother you…" She leaned into him, her hand on his own that was holding the gearshift, and nuzzled him. "Especially when I wear it for the opening premiere," she said as her mouth hovered over his cheek. She left a soft kiss on his cheek as she went lower, hiding her face in the nape of his neck.

"M-m-morrigan…" he swallowed hard and took a deep breath to calm himself.

She would do this from time to time. No warning at all. All of a sudden she was all over him, or anyone in close range. She'd lure them with her body, voice, eyes, and just wait for them to succumb to her advances. But this was different, or so he thought. Maybe that lusty glance she gave to him during shooting wasn't something he imagined. "Morrigan," he whispered

"Hmm…?" She had nuzzled him slowly, her face still hidden from the rest of the car. A kiss was placed on the skin of his neck before she bit at him tenderly, sliding almost all the way out of her seatbelt. If it weren't for that belt she'd probably be all over him already.

"Morrigannnn…" Zabel shut his eyes, and let out a deep sigh at the nibbling. He couldn't pull away, but even though he knew he was supposed to. "Morri…love. We…nh." Her mouth had locked onto a small spot of his neck and sucked. She pulled back after a moment, after a while actually of sucking sounds and small noises that came from his throat, as if she was satisfied with herself and the new forming hicky on his neck. He glanced at her grinning face and looked sheepishly away, placing his hand over the blood-mark on the right side of his neck.

"I wasn't going to bite you if that's what you were worried about," she said.

"It wasn't that," he stopped and sat there for a couple of seconds. "You 'ave to warn me, love. I'm not used to being pounced' n' teased," his voice was low but he knew that she could have heard him.

She laughed and that startled him a little, "If I were to tell you a head of him of what I was going to do, then it wouldn't be fun, Zabel."

He turned his head back to face her once more and really looked at her. There was always something that was different in her when she changed like this. It was like bi-polar, but not so extreme. More like normal turns to extra horny then back to normal and it won't change back for a while. "Keep to yaself for the rest of the ride, please, eh? I won't be able to drive, if ya tried somethin' like that again." He turned to face forward and put the car in drive, and didn't have to look back at her to see that she was smiling mischievously at him.

"I'll try my best," though it sounded as if she didn't really mean it. She eased into the chair and watched him the whole ride home. So much for not feeling embarrassed.

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The car pulled leisurely into the driveway before the engine was cut off. Zabel and Morrigan sat in the stillness of the car and stared at the house. She had calmed down somewhat and was just eyeing the neighbor's bushes when she noticed the car was parked.

"Why'd you turn it off? I thought you were just going to drop me off and leave," there was a small sense of hostility in her voice.

"I was…"

"But?"

He shook his head making his shoulder length hair spill around his head. He opened the car door and stepped out walking over to her doorstep. She watched him and did the same. She leaned her shoulder on the door and looked at him. He looked up from his gaze on the ground and met her emerald eyes that still shone brightly in the little light that was seeping through the windows.

Zabel wasn't one to hold back anything, especially a little foreplay. But when Morrigan was like that he didn't know what to do with himself. It was like she took all of his dominance away and kept it for herself, to be used as she saw fit. It was just too much for him to deal with. Maybe he was…

"Do you hear that?"

Her voice called him back from his inner thoughts. He shook his head as Morrigan tried the door pushing it open. "I thought I told her to," she walked inside with Zabel at her back, "lock it when I wasn't here."

There were voices coming from the living room. Lilith's of course and two more, maybe? She motioned for Zabel to be quite when he closed the door, by placing a finger over her mouth. She glided down the hallway and stopped. The sound of Lilith's teary voice caught her, taking her into a sort of dash. She slid past the doorway leading to the room and looked in.

Lilith had her head buried in the front of a girl's shirt. She was crying, softly, and was being comforted by another lady who sat behind her, rubbing her back in slow circular motions. The girl whose shirt she was tearing all over had her hands in the air, to show that she wasn't armed, or something close to that. Lei-Lei shook her head and had that I-didn't-do-it look on her face.

"She jumped me when I knocked on the door…"

"She didn't jump on you, sister. Merely clung to you, for lack of a better word." It was Mei-Ling. Lei-Lei's older sister. Out of the two she was the calm more reserved one. She was rubbing Lilith's back in a smooth, soothing action.

Lei-Lei leaned her back on the couch sighing deeply, "Whatever. Anyway, it wasn't as if I could peel her of. She'd," she shot her thumb in Morrigan's direction, "chew my head off if I left a bruise by accident." She caught Morrigan's glare she was giving off and just simply smiled at her.

Lei-Lei was the playful type, maybe a bit too playful. She never knew when to back down, that's what Mei-Ling was for. They sat there on the couch with Lilith sandwiched between them. It was so uncanny that they were sisters. They didn't anything alike. It took Both Morrigan and Zabel a couple of months to believe them.

Lei-Lei was born with a bluish tint to her skin and an even darker shade of blue to her almost black hair, not to mention her ruby dipped eyes (not that that was an issue. People were just discovering different eye traits so no one questioned her). At first the doctors thought that she wasn't getting enough oxygen to vital points in her body, that that might have caused the bluish tint. But when they found out that it was just her pigment they let it somewhat alone. Doctors are like that. They either want to know everything about it or they leave you the hell alone, as if you've got the Black Plague or something. She was rarely sick so that was a good thing. Thus there she sat, quite content, smiling at Morrigan.

She wore a light red, almost pink, vest with a high collar. The periwinkle shirt had a deep neckline and showed off most, if not all, of her cleavage. She really didn't mind the staring that she got from passing strangers. In fact she kind of enjoyed it. Especially the looks she got from Zabel. Her hair was cut medium length so that it didn't quite reach her shoulders, but was still able to flare out at the ends. She always did like messing with her hair. She wore jeans that matched the shirt and shoes that matched the vest.

Mei-Ling sat on the other side of Lilith, no emotion running through her face at all. She was only two years older than but sometimes she looked way older. Her hair was just shoulder length and gave that feeling of business-like. It wasn't like she was always serious; she just gave off the feeling. No, she wasn't tanned blue. Her skin tone was sort of tanned but not as harsh. It was soft looking like buttermilk with a touch of chocolate. She wasn't dark by any means, but she wasn't pale either. She wore a thin tan button up sweater that covered her arms but only fell over the swell of her breasts. Underneath that she wore a beige summer dress that fell down to her ankles in a soft cloth. She smiled at Lei-Lei a patient smile.

Zabel had came up behind Morrigan and peered into the room, "What's tha prob—" He began to stutter the last couple of words, then just decided to stop trying. Lei-Lei always had that first effect on him.

"Hey, Zabel," Lei-Lei grinned.

He didn't trust his voice to work so he just smiled back. That caused her to giggle a bit.

"If you two are done flirting, may I ask what you two are doing here?" Morrigan stepped into the room. The feeling of having Zabel drool behind her was unnerving. She took a seat on one of the smaller couches that littered the room and watched Lilith waiting for an answer. Morrigan spread her arms on the back of the couch, tired and anxious. She wanted so badly to snatch the smaller girl away from these two, but held it back, fighting it.

"We came here to talk." Mei-Ling started up, leaning away from Lilith who had stopped crying now and was watching Morrigan from the corner of her eye.

"Yeah, kinda worried that you haven't been reporting to us about any updates in the plan," Lei-Lei said, shooting a quick glance from Morrigan down to Lilith. Morrigan was smirking now, causing Lilith's face to turn pink.

"That's because I haven't come up with anything yet. Well not anything that would help us finish this faster. We'd have to wait—," Morrigan started.

"For what? For them to ambush us first? Yea, can't wait for that," Lei-Lei rolled her eyes and watched Zabel take a seat on a chair next to the coffee table.

"Whatever," Morrigan scoffed. She looked to the girl in Lei-Lei's lap. "Lilith, come here…please?"

Lilith sniffled, after affects of crying heavily, and got to her feet. In less than ten paces she was standing next in front of Morrigan, who looked up to her and smiled. Lilith tried a smile but it wasn't her usual happy one. Morrigan reached up and took her hand leading her to a spot on the couch next to her. Lilith curled her legs under her and rested her head on Morrigan's chest, wrapping her arms around her waist. Morrigan brushed the Lilith's hair to the side of her face and kissed her forehead. Then looked up to the sisters. "You knew what I meant."

"Yea, but I don't wanna wait around for you to decide when you're good and ready to fight with us."

"You know damn well that I can't choose this, or when it's ready to come out!" Morrigan stopped petting Lilith's head and glared at Lei-Lei, heat and power rising from her.

"We know that. Right Lei-Lei?" Mei-Ling stepped in and tried calming her sister down. Lei-Lei just looked off to the side, arms crossed. "It just that I fear that time might be running a bit thin. We might not have that much left before they, out enemies, decide to come for our lives."

"You know I wouldn't get you killed, Mei-Ling. Not if I could help it." She was speaking to her but her voice was calmed some what as she was looking into Lilith's eyes.

"Yes I realize this but…" Her voice trailed out and she didn't know what to say.

"I am trying. Really I am. For the past couple of years I've been wondering myself. But we've made it this far haven't we?"

"By sheer luck, yes. But that is luck, Morrigan, and nothing else."

"So what do you expect me to do?"

"Find a faster way to bring your source of full power to the surface." Mei-Ling eyed Lilith, but Lilith's eyes were only for Morrigan.

Why couldn't she look away? Everything they'd been saying were only heard as soft sweet nothings to her ears. Was Morrigan doing this to her? Lilith shook her head slowly and looked down. Her arms tightened a bit around Morrigan's waist. Morrigan looked up and petted Lilith's head gently, who was slowly drifting off to sleep.

"I am trying."

"Not hard enough I presume." Mei-Ling stood up and so did Lei- Lei a moment after. "We will be back to talk some more. But the health of that little one must come first."

Morrigan had almost forgotten that this teary-eyed girl, Lilith, trampled them. Why had she been crying? "Why had…"

"She would not tell us. All she did was cry and we comforted her, that is all." It was as if she knew what Morrigan was to ask of her. Mei-Ling was at the doorway. "Please hurry and find a way. It would pain me to see someone of his characteristics reign over this planet. I am not sure what we would do, if our lives were spared."

Morrigan sighed, and rubbed her temple, "It wouldn't help to tell you not to worry about it, would it?"

"I am afraid it would not." And with that the sisters left the room. The front door could be heard opening and closing with a small click.

"What d'you think 'appened?" He hadn't said a word when Lei-Lei and Mei-Ling were in the room, so now his voice sounded odd.

Morrigan shrugged.

"What are we gonna do now?"

"Truthfully?"

Zabel nodded.

"Wait."

"But you 'eard Mei-Ling. I don't think she can wait. 'Er patience is runnin low."

"I know. But she isn't ready yet. I'd be able to tell if she was," she looked down at the girl wrapped around her.

"Well you know 'er better than I do, love. Let's 'ope that you picked the right choice, eh?" Zabel walked over and looked down at Lilith then Morrigan. "I-I…have to go now. I'll talk to you later too."

"Yeah, sure." She looked up at him, but the look was different from what they shared in the car. Maybe it had worn off, now that she was with Lilith. Whatever the reason he felt a bit calmer.

"Call me after she wakes up."

"Yeah, okay."

Then he left. Leaving the two women alone.

"I'm sorry, Lilith. I guess things are going to get harder from now on. And here I was, hoping that I'd be able to keep you to myself." She smirked at the sleeping girl and kissed her forehead again. She adjusted herself and lifted Lilith in her arms, bringing her upstairs to the bedroom. "After you wake, tell me what happened. Okay?" She placed the girl on the bed and tucked her in. She left a kiss on Lilith's lips and walked out of the room. "Time to feed. But I'll be back."

Lilith was left, alone to sleep. Morrigan knew she wouldn't wake, not until she came back. That gave her some security. But how long could she go out and not worry about Lilith?

Yay! The fourth is done! On to the fifth and whatnot. Fun stuff. Groovyness and whatnot. Anyway, yea. This one was long. Muhuhahahaha! Oh oh.. I almost forgot. For those of you who don't know who Lei-Lei and Mei-Ling are: Lei-Lei is Hsien-Ko and Mei-Ling (whose name I had to look up, oy) is her sister that transforms into that seal that dangles in front of Hsien-Ko's face. Fun stuff. Chea.