Warning. Rated R.
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Who said, it was gonna to be easy? Nobody.
That's what Catherine had been told from her parents, from Thomas, her real father figure who still had a place inside of her heart. You have the power to achieve something very important into your hands, but in order to do it, you'll need to have the will and courage to make it happen. Nothing was easy to get, without trying. It was the words, he had told her when he heard she was going into Princeton University, in order to become a successful lawyer. Just like him. However that was before everything had happened.
Damn, if Thomas had the chance to see what she'd been doing now, he'll go right back down into his grave. Cause no father would want to see its own daughter going from a successful cop into a prostitute-No-Bodyguard at daylight and hitman, who hits on bad girls, at moonlight. Undercover cop.
Going undercover was never proven to be easy. It could go on into weeks, months and even to years. In order to catch the bad guy, things would have to be on its way. The bad guy's way. Get into his sensitive part and make the person melt iniside through his hard feelings and let later, track him down, like a mouse caught up into a trap. Damn these guys that go through all that stuff, mostly end up traumatized and crazy. But, since Cat wanted to save her career and her position with the law. She can't play both good and bad at the same time, expecially for one man whom probably doesn't care about the sacrifices she had made for him to be safe and there he is, going out with the first and not last annoying red haired bitch who managed to convinced him about accepting his monstrous side even more than his humanity. Hell with it, she was done, or wasn't she?
Forced to have sex and to claim that she was sick with an transmitted disease but with a special gene, was not quite a good excuse, but it was the only one she could find.
Still marked by the feeling of having been penatrated by Lucifer himself and after having sex with him, which was quite unextected, Cat opened up her eyes up to see that she was lying atop on a very exhausted Òliver who had collapsed on bed after they had soared together and loud enough to make the club tremble through. Her head on his very relaxing heartbeat as he slept. Trying to not wake him up, she pushed herself out from his body and propped her elbow to the cushions with her hand on her cheek and with her free arm, pulled up the blue sheet to cover her exposed body as she stared down at the lying man next to her side, with nothing cover on. She had to admit this, Àlvarez was so damn good at bed. The first time, the night before when they had tried after she revealed herself as an naked woman to him, it was something and despite the fact he was totally shocked by her appereance, he managed to give himself into her by kissing her as she responsed back to his devouring lips as she got an hold of his hair, pulling his body close to hers as they both rocked made him rock, until he moaned like a monster. Well quite, then he turned the tables after he had come out from his disbelief. Luckily, they had protected themselves.
However it wasn't that matter that bothered her. Catherine rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceilling with her arms covering her hidden waist through the blue sheets and clutched her fingers together, in anger. Swallowing a very sounding gulp through her throat, Cat kept on staring at the ceilling, trying to stop the tears who were threatening to come out. No. Alvarez hadn't raped her, but she still felt unclean, in a sort of way after this brutal night over.
The second time, it was even harder. He bursted into her room and slamed the door behind as she had come out from the shower right from her room, walking out completely naked. She saw his hungry eyes staring right back at her. Blinded by fury and Hungry like a caveman, he walked to her height grabbed her back with his arms and devoured her mouth with his as she moaned with the hardnest kiss he gave back. Wouldn't want to give him the satisfaction of fighting him back, since Ayaka was supposed to be all professional, sensual and dark with no emotion, sex wasn't a complete negative answer for her cover person. Kisses turned into wild ones as he would follow down to her neck to her wide picked breasts. Trying to cover up her shock, Cat helped him to underess by taking off his white shirt , belt and pants in a halt as she let her hands carressing her his abs, his hips, his strong back as she kept on kissing him. When he suddenly had stopped to her surprise. She questioned him with a look. He looked down at her with a wicked smile as she waited for him to answer, but only to feel that he has dropped one arm down, while the other remained on her bare back. Uncertain, she could feel his breath on her face as he leaned down to her ear and whispered these words. "Lie down."
Her eyes widened in shock. Damn, he wanted her. All of her and now.
Cat bend down to her knees until she could feel the carpet on her back as she watched him kneeling down onto her and relaxed his body under and crushing himself under hers. He used his hands to mainted his position, from falling down hard and whispered again. Like he had caught her, from fleeing away.
"You think you are at the edge of everything, Aya? Well, you haven't seen the best of me, yet..So, don't move.." He pressed her hard as he arched himself to her, leaning his head down to her neck, kissing her and licking her up like a vampire. Then down to her collarbone as he traced with his tongue taking his time, while she remained unmoving like a doll, but gasping over the feeling he made her feel. But it was all fake. Damn, she felt him everywhere! It was so disgusting!Oh God!
Stay cool, Cat. Stay cool. You're protected. You have used protection, pill and female condom, all your life. Clean. And you're gonna stay clean, so don't worry. It's not like he's gonna rape you, just let him get rid of his anger with you. Using you for sex.
And then, he eyed her breasts. She felt his stare on them. She sworned in a breath when she heard him snicker when he reached up to that category. Damn, her heartbeat was rushing into fear, knowing what he planned to do now. However, Cat closed up her eyes as she waited for the worst to come.
Lying onto her, she felt Alvarez helding her up by the back with one of his muscular arms from the floor as if she was a danmsell in distress, liftting her a bit up as she let her head fall back and felt it. First, she felt him licking and kissing her breasts savouring every taste with his tongue until he changed his way of doing hard teeth sucking and bitting up her nipples very hard as she moaned out with pleasure, trying wound her arms around his neck, her legs around his thighs, trying to regain her composure back up. But he kept on continuing as she kept on screaming again and again. It was wrong, totally wrong, but she couldn't do anything but, hoping it won't last that he would stop as a part of her wanted to run away in fear. Damn, her knees were starting to buckle as she dropped her head down letting her long hair fall on the floor as he kept on sucking her when she was wincing in pain through her hacerlerating breathing. He was tasting her as they both laid. Well mostly him, since she almost couldn't feel the ground under with her being held by him, like she was some prey to some vampire. Oh God, that could leave a mark on herself, forever.
'Don't panic. Don't panic. You're playing undercover, you're supposed to enjoy this moment not to loathe it. Everything's being recorded in here.' She tried to comfort herself, when he stopped leaving her nipples quite bruised and wanted to do more, but with a yelp, Cat had managed to get out from his hold as she went back up to her feet , stepping backward and stared at him with a glare. Flames were into her eyes, boiling the anger into them. Damn, she could still feel the pain and kinda felt violated, at least for the moment. To her mind, that man was a monster. How dare he? You call that love? Not that she cared of it, but Lena did, before she opened up her eyes and left him with her daughter on her hold. It was impure and digusting lust. Nothing to enjoy. Trying to catch her breath, Catherine held an arm to cover up her breasts as her widen but angry eyes had never left Òliver's, through her falling hair from her sight. Realizing what he had done enough to make his mistress angry, he looked worried for a second as he went back up to his feet. Despite the two of them being naked and drenched from the sweat from making hard sex. He could hear her growl and see her act, like a tigress who was ready to attack its prey and tear it with her claws, into small limbs.
"Aya-"
"Don't ever do that again. Don't ever touch me, without asking for my permisson.."She gritted through her teeth, like a warning when he tried to explain despite her threatening glare.
"I thought, that you-"
"You thought, what? You and I both know that I can be a threat to sex. A threatening matter, Òliver! That I can be very deadly as we speak now.." Oh God. He flinched at this point. He almost had forgot about that matter. That she was sick and despite of having a rare gene that helps her to fight her illiness, the chances of getting it, were very high. Oh Damn. He watched her with shocked eyes as she slowly walked up to him, naked but like an amazing feline creature as she looked to be. More like seemed to be. She dropped her arm from her breasts as he stared right back to them like he had to appolegize to them. She brought back her hair away from her eyes and carressed his chest with the back of her hand.
But watching him struggle his words with worry had almost cracked her up. This man deserved to be punished.
"I didn't meant-"She caught him off by pushing him to the bed as she laughed at his face. Too shocked to do anything, Alvarez fell right down to the sheets in surprise, but like a idiot when Ayaka sat down onto his lap, like she had done the night before and with a hard glance, her hand traced down to his abs and even lower as she grabbed his hidden part through, while the other hand held a green condom to his face. Oh God, he felt her fingers clawing up through his crotch, this gesture made him shiver through his entire body. That pain. Shocked, he looked up at her and boy, she looked evil. Very evil.
"You forgot this, by the way.."She gave him a teasing stare. Damn, she really wanted to crush his stupid pride for good with what he had done to her. Setting up the plastic bag on his private part, she grabbed both his hands and held them up to his head, back at the head board of the bed, crushed her body to his ,by making him moan when he felt her breasts crushing to him when she had brushed up his lips like a tigeress and rubbed him hard. Marking him like a slave with her private mark into him, like an animal. Making him scream as an punishment action, but only this time things were getting a little different, now. On top of him, she was the one under control by kissing him to every part of his body, grabbing his thighs and held them both tight. As she leaned down into him and rubbed him hard, brushing up his lips as he held her against him, making love like two beasts in hunger for each other and together they soared. Screaming out loud and running out of energy, so heavily. Until they both collapsed on each other's bodies, on the bed. So exhausted as they laid on each other.
However, she was angry, but worse state, she hated it. It was forced sex. Like animals were savagely doin it. It was against her nature, never for once in a lifetime she would have done it. Even with protection. Never.
With Vincent, it was different. It had so many emotions into was vibrate with passion and pleasure with love. Real love. Love with a big L. True love was never that disgusting. Ever. Vincent made her feel safe, when they had made love for the first time. She could still remember the time when they took their time to explore their bodies kissing every piece of them. He was so gentle, but also scared to hurt her as his eyes had glowed for a few seconds, sensing how fast the adrenaline was rushing into him making him feel so excited would also make the beast excited as well. But everything went just fine and magic as they both continued to make love after she managed to soothe him by touching his cheek, trying to calm him down as they both exchanged another thousands of kisses, until at early dawn where they were clutching to each other in bed and so deeply in love, together at each other's arms. Ohh, these memories were hard to forget. She still remembered his smile as he laid next to her, looking all adorable and sexy and his eyes begging her to stay with him.
And that night on the rooftop, where they had exchanged their first kiss and his love confession to her, as he breathed these precious and unforgetting words out to her. It felt like oxygen. Vincent looked so fascinated by her bravery and loving sight to him. She felt like she was the luckiest woman on earth when he had leaned down to kiss her as she responsed back.
"I'm so in love with you.." Oh God, Vincent. She missed his voice that sounded so deep to make her shiver through her spine and racing heartbeat. He was still present into her thoughts, even through they took separated ways after she convinced herself that she was done with him. Trying to hate him for the pain he made her go through. However, he was nothing that monstrous comparing to Àlvarez's actions.
Àlvarez was just a disgusting creature that she needed to stop and put him into a cage, right away.
Damn. Good thing, it was protected sex cause she wouldn't give him any pleasure later on. If Òliver wanted to have something from her, she'll blurt out saying something like she needs air and like she stated before. She's an independant woman who decides what she wants to do and that doesn't let anybody control her from her way. That she wasn't an 'd have to think up straight. This undercover thing won't last months and years, she planned to have this finished by a few weeks, before the end of spring.
'Hopefully, Tess won't feel disgusted..'
Four to five hidden cops into disguise went to the bar as they offered a much more security safe place for the girls. What they did not informed them, was that they were actually trying to tape record everything in here.
Including, inside of the room, where she and Òliver had sex. Everything was being watched and heard from the precinct. They could see her privacy being violated through tiny cameras hidden at the corner of every wall in each room. Damn, the shame indeed.
Cat rose up into the bed, thrown the covers away and stretched up, as she got up to her feet with a grunt of pain and headed away from the bed to the dresser. She clutched to the chair where her blue robe hang on the back, as if it would help her to stand still on her balance.
Damn, he nearly killed her tonight with all that dirty sex, they've had made together, tonight. Not carrying for her exposed naked body in front of the mirror, she looked back to her reflection, but what she just saw was below her fears. Oh God, she looked bad. Tears were running through her face, without she even noticed, her breasts and nipples were bruised from the bitting, clawing marks were on the bare of her shoulders and arms. Probably the same thing were into her back as well. An hickey that could possibly pass for an bluish or purple bruise was left on her neck. And as for protection, she was safe since she was into birth control ever since a longtime now. She even used the female condom version that mostly women wouldn't want to use. It burned down there. No, he didn't raped her, at all, if so, then why did she felt violated, so?
Because, it just wasn't right. She shouldn't be doing this with him. Alvarez was the wrong man, not the right one. She should be having a great time with Vincent, instead. She wanted him to be here with her, sharing his smile. Just like before, it all happened. Guilt was eating up her mind when it shouldn't and yet, she was still thinking about Vincent. Shaking up her head, she tried to think clearly.
'I'll have to do some tests. Just in case, but I doubt that I have something bad going on into me..Focus, Cat, you chose to do this. To go undercover, to figure out what happened with Lena. You musn't cry, not now..' She raised up her hand to wipe off the drenched tears from her face and stared right back to the mirror, not at the lying man on the bed whom she tried to avoid the sight. Oh, Lord. She felt so disgusted as if his penetration was still into her body, everything. So unclean.
Catch Àlvarez into a bad act and arrest him. But in order to do that, she has to earn his trust. Or she may have, already by now. Trying to compose with her breath, Cat kept on staying calm as she tried to comfort herself. Hoping to not burst into tears, or else she'll blow her own cover.
'You just had protected sex with him. It's not like he had raped you, even if you felt it, like it..You're Ayaka, badass and fearless woman, bodyguard and hitman and wild, but mean girl that beats desoybedient strippers. Not Cat, the good cop and courageous and carrying loving woman. So stop worrying and go back to work!'
She almost had added 'The woman who once loved Vincent Keller, ' to her list. Damn! It was a good thing she didn't yelled his name while she was screwing up with Àlvarez.
She groaned in frustration by taking her blue nightgown from the chair as she headed to the door and twisted the handle open and rushed out of the room, as she couldn't wait to get out of the room. Running away from an very exhausted and sleeping Òliver, in haste.
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After a nice and very heating up shower, Catherine managed to walk down to the stairs where very louding music could be heard from upstairs. Hundred of people were laughing, dancing and yelling through the music as flashing lights were blinding her eyes.
Cat made sure she rubbed herself three times all over herself, including her very private parts with the soap she could find into the small shower as hot water was hitting her body, trying to erase all signs of penatration from her boss. She was washing his hands's presence away from her, until her skin could go raw. Oh God, she could still feel him everywhere that scared the hell out of her. After she dried off and putted the nightrobe on, she came back into the room to find an very empty bed with the sheets being thrown out. Guess, the guy had woken up and left as he took his clothes and went downstairs, she thought so. But didn't quite cared, anyways. With her robe hanging on her shoulders, Cat went to the closet and tried to find a dress to wear for the rest of the night. Couldn't go outside as an naked woman, anyways.
With the dress on and hair all curled, with a little touch of mascara, some heavy eye shadow on her eyelids and black eyeliner. Add up some powder on trying to hide that hickey that including the scars on her shoulders and red lipstick, Cat made sure she was ready to confront the night, until she had forgot something important when she looked up at the mirror. The necklace with the red gem, lying to the desk. The one that Àlvarez had offered her, on the very first night they both shared together.
El veneno del amor. Poison of love. Rumored to cursed to the person who wears it, would lose everything so precious. Àlvarez, even mentionned,that even the beloved one close to that person, the soulmate would get poisoned and maybe die from an horrible and painful death. Believed to be cursed. But that were just rumors. Like she cared about curses.
It was just a legend. Nothing more. It's not like it was going to kill her off.
Through the crowd, she caught the sight of Òliver talking to an barmaid with a short strawberry haircut in a black short dress which she had recognized. Lina. The two of them were having an argument from what she could see. And boy, Lina looked pretty annoyed when he stated that he was seeing and screwing someone important. That she shouldn't interfere into his buissiness. And quite uncomfortable when she got up to greet them both, Òliver mostly, through the barmaid's evil eye. That bitch was jealous, despite trying to keep her hands occupied as Òliver had kissed her goodbye and headed back to the hospital, staying he had to go back to work.
And had a quite nice evening with the nice and cheerful barmaid at the bar. Lina looked she wanted to spit out her venom and right directly to her. As eyes could sent deadly looks, expecially from snakes's staring.
"You think, you own him?"
"It was never a question of owning anyone here. Alvarez and I deal things with professionalism. The sex is just a thing between us, which I can take care of.."
"Like spreading your mucus, for an example? Face it, you may be the new girl here, but you're not gonna last more than two weeks, cause I know Àlvarez here. He change and switch women like a pair of a new t-shirt.." However, Lina didn't looked stupid. She may have found out who she really was under that tough attitude of hers. But, Cat wouldn't believe she had the guts to defy or to blown her cover. She decided to take the plunge, either way.
"Like he did with you?" Cat could had guessed that she touched red thin line here as Lina had stared back, with a glare. The chatting went on and on until she reached some point, that she would never hurt her boss that she was trying to make feel better and safe while she was still around.
Or else, it seemed to look that Lina had feelings for Àlvarez, from the way she had acted back."Don't worry for Òliver, I'll take good care of him and while you stay on my good side, everything should be fine"And Cat left the bar without even waiting for the barmaid to answer as she headed towards to the dancing stage.
Damn, she has to get over the louding music one way or another, else she'll end deaf, even before reaching up forty. Cat folded her arms to her chest as she observed the girls dancing and quite wild, to be fair.
The so interested dancer, red haired Anna dancing in a green and expensive bustier and tight plum pants with the highest black heels she ever had seen was moving around the pole, leaning down on the stage floor, by crawling up like a cat. Her eyes and smile were both enjoying the moment to feel loved and desired as she was dancing around the pole dancing. The men were going nuts around here.
So she was the one who got away from the beating. Let's see if she still can run, expecially now that she was under control here. With wild and dancing red hair, Anna had stricking resemblence to Tori, but from the looks, it looks that Anna chosed to be born bad. The two other girls must be Natasha, the black haired one, who only wored a black tight leathered skirt which left the rest of her torso exposed and the other one, a blond haired one managed to keep herself under better control here, Dancing in a red bikini was better than the two others. But under bad influence, since her eyes looked quite lost and ready to trip over and fall down to the crowd.
And all she has to do was waiting for a costumer to go and tell her that one of the girls had acted wrong so that she could teach them a lesson? Oh, Boy. What else could go wrong?
Or maybe she could wait and attack Anna, after she was done with her shift? The girl walked away from beating, after all. It could solve one of Esperanza's problems. Yeah, it could be fun.
SPLASH!
A surprising pitched sound was heard from afar that had awaken her from her thoughts, she turned her head to see that among the dancing crowd, there was Lina on the floor, who kept her hand close to her, as she tried to hide it. And tons of pieces of shattered glasses of shots were on the floor. She must had cut herself from picking up the pieces. Blood...
"Hey, are you okay? Gee, that must hurt!" Her eyes widened at that sound of the most deepest voice she had heard through the crowd. Her breath got caught inside as she looked like she was about to choke. No. No. She must be hallucinating, but her eyes weren't making this up. They were showing up the truth and right directly to her face. She just couldn't believe it or more didn't want to believe it!
What? She kept watching 'him' on trying to help Lina who refused his help as she wanted to handle the cuts on her own, without exposing herself to an stranger.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm sorry-"
"Here, let me help you-"
"It's ok, I can handle this.." Too shocked to act, Cat had sworn that her heart was racing wildly and loud enough, she heard that deep voice from the crowd. Oh God. No, it can't be! She managed to shake her head in denial, as she put a hand to her chest, trying to control her heartbeat from exploding. She stepped a few steps back, as her eyes had never left the stranger who volunteered to help Lina.
Vincent was here. Right there. Even if his back was turned to her eyes, it was him right away and trying to help a lady in distress. Oh, Lord, what was he doing here, in the middle of the night where he could be exposed? Even with all the war hero thing still new to people's ears and sight, he could still be a threat to a few people who still were hidden away to get him and kill him.
Seriously, Cat, what's wrong with you? Things between them were over. So why would she worry? Because she felt guilty on leaving him alone at the Central Park Bridge, expecially after she accused him of setting up an attack where Lena was waiting, inside of her cell. She was sure of it, however, she couldn't forget his hauntening eyes through her rearview, his screaming as he stood alone at the rain. It was the last time, she had seen him. Until now.
She watched him bending down to his knees, being careful of the shards of glass that were on the floor and covered Lina's bleeding hand with a tissue. He insisted her to take the tissue, before she could bleed all over. And it was something that Lina didn't wanted to happen, with her secret doomed to the light, she would be left alone and without any support and job.
"Here, take mine.."
"But I don't wanna to take any advantage of you-"
"No, you're not, don't worry about that. Just press it around your palm, might not want to get worse or even to bleed to death.."Always a gentleman into these situations. She watched Vincent turning his eyes down on the floor as he winced at the sight.
"I'll help you with these, later.."
"Let me do it-"Or maybe not, after all. Vincent kept on refusing as he helped her to stand up on her feet, with his hands holding Lina's with a good and firm pressure on trying to stop the bleeding. He really had no idea, with whom he was dealing, did he? Lina was sick and very sick. His beast senses would have had told him so, but for a weird way, it didn't.
"Drop it! The janitor dude would do it. Now get up and let's fetch up the medicine cabinet, so I'll check on your wound and maybe you can serve me a glass of scotch, later on.." What? Vincent was here for buissiness? He has to be kidding, he wouldn't do and help the girls for blood money and tending their suffer after she had beat the hell out of them, no?
"You're a doctor?" As it was obvious by now.
"Used to work as an ER resident before and now that I'm back up here and being officially alive, I might start to look up for a job." Damn, right!
"You mean? You're that guy from the news?" Turns out, that she was aware of the recent news, lately. Yay, another fan!
"Yep. My name is Vincent Keller and I might need a lot of gauze to treat your wound here...So, you better show me your medecine cabinet and right away!" Lina guided him away from the crowd leading him downstairs. The secret place, where the torture would take place and where the doctor's office was in between the cages. Not to say that everything was being recorded and watched and everywhere. Trying to hide her emotions into anger, Cat folded her arms to her chest as she watched the two of them walking away. Always formal, aren't you, Vincent? Always gonna have to save the first red haired girl, even if she was an fake one. He would still led her a hand, offering his help. That was the first thing she hated to endure while she was with him. Never being treated as normal. Unlike, with Alex, Tori and now with Lina, Cat never felt like he had treated her with normal care, despite all the beasts and anscestors stuff going around. Just the handler, nothing more. No wonder, he couldn't handle to be with her anymore. Or was it the other way around?
She really hated him for making her feel like this. Making her feel mad and what's worse in all this? It was that she couldn't shake it away that feeling. He could still make her fall hard for him.
...
He watched them from afar and he didn't liked what he had seen. Lina was taking risks on being with 'him'.
Dear, Lina, when are you going to learn to be careful, carrying your hold onto a stranger you barely even know?
He could get rid of Lina right away just like he did with Helga, Alicia and Gretchen. Only Lena had managed to survive, but for how long? She was quite feisty and strong, must be from the russian blood she carries on, even if it meant to be in her counting hours, for the moment. She was a survior, unlike a bitch like Gretchen who thought that she could get away from him.
The horror in her eyes when she was being reawakened after being under the anesthesia would always left a mark into him. He had enjoyed to see her getting killed. Her widened eyes into shock, without even managing to scream her lungs out, when she had seen his claws under her was so damn fast. He was too fast when it comes to kill. When he had silenced her apart. Everything in brutal and fastening silence. Ripping all her organs out. He loved it. Every single of , with Alicia and Helga, things were a little different. He couldn't get into her organs and why? Because they were sick and a good and sick man like him, who deseparely wanted a cure, didn't wanted to get his hands into them.
Both beasts and sick. And got rid of them, until the cops had found them later on. Damn it! Shaking his head to avoid the panic nature into him, he kept on watching .
Especially the man who was helping, the poor and wounded Lina.
A stranger who called himself Vincent Keller. A strange man with an uncertain past who was into the club and helping damsel in distress, just like her, at the middle of the night. That man had really no idea of the mess he was going into. Bad mistake, Keller, a very bad mistake as he kept on listening to their conversation.
If he called himself a doctor, he could have had stayed away from her, since she was carrying an marked life sentence and awful secrets that nobody wanted to know and still, he helped her out.
However, he knew who Vincent Keller really was. And how? Because the other part of him was slowly going weak and would probably get him killed, one day. He had sensed it. And smelled it.
He had seen the bruises starting showing up onto the ex-soldier's skin, slowly making its way in. One by one, they would be attacking his immune system and internal organs, if the beast doesn't unleash himself out, the human man would probably die and slowly and painful. Unable to detect, which means losing all his senses. Headaches. Agressive , bruises mostly . Vomitting. Death. And even if he unleashed the beast out, he'd die faster. Who said that death could knock twice in a lifetime? However, it would be faster and quick without having the threatening feeling of the heart wanting to explode inside of its ribcage, either way. There was no cure to this sentence.
He smirked at this idea and not only at this point, but to the other person who was watching the couple walking away, with a frown stuck to her features. Man, he could sense some envy and jealousy going on. Vincent Keller's secret and ex-girlfriend was an target, that he could use.
This new girl, Ayaka must certainely had known more than she already knows.
...
"It's almost over. Just hold on.." Lina winced as the stranger tended her injury, with much care and as soft manner as he could. Vincent tried to go soft as he sutured the wound. Luckily it wasn't deep as she thought, but from the way the blood was rushing out, it just freaked her out. And this stranger was just there at the right time and right moment.
Vincent was a different kind. He hadn't run from her in fear and there he was tending her her injured palm.
Vincent didn't asked any questions when they had come down to the secret basement where cages were around, but she could had felt him shiver and still, he didn't turned around to look up to them. He just headed towards the doctor's office, with her hand holding on onto hers. The office looked small when they walked inside. Old white color were at the walls and used. An normal sitting bench with the longest white paper was there, a small table with a black lamp with two chairs was at the right side of it and bolted to the wall, as a desk that looked like it had been snatched from a real doctor's office was behind it. Behind the couch-bench were cupboards up and down to the sink-counter were the drawners. Mostly for all the medicine equipement were there. Alcohol, bandages, gauzes, gloves, hundred of pills of every diseases were filled, including sterilizing surgery tools were there. Posters were tapped to the walls. Òliver made sure that everything was intact in this place.
As Lina sat down to the table with the tissue still pressed on her hand, Vincent kept on checking for the bandages and any alcohol bottle, to defect the wound as his attention went to the cupboards as he opened them all to check for any alcholol bottles when he stopped at one moment. Oh, God. He must have had found them. Her medicine bottles and they were hundred of it. She clutched her eyes shut in shame when he picked up one of them and read aloud.
"Zidovudine, Lamivudine, Emtricitabine. Who's using antivirals drugs against HIV, here?"
"I do.."She turned her head to him as he stared right at back to her, with his brows knotted up in wonder. Great, he was now going to judge her. She had seen that look from many strangers. However, Vincent tried not to, because as a doctor, he knew more than to be judgemental.
"You had any side effects, yet?"
"Not so much. Just a little bit tired, a few rashes or lesions on my skin and some diarhea. But other than that, I don't feel any pain. I'm good.."Then, he nodded in understatement as he put the bottle back into its place. Searched a little bit farther and managed to find what he was looking for.
"That explains, why you didn't let me touch you. Because you were infected with the virus.." He took off his coat and left it on the counter next to the sink as he rolled up his sleeves to his forearms. And when she didn't answered back, he scoffed."Don't be ridiculous, I have no open-scars on my hands and besides, I think I'm going to wash them at least twice before I could touch and work on your wound." He turned both the tapes on to wash his hands with the soap he could find and rubbed them to disinfect from any germs, while she hung her head, looking down at the table in shame.
"Sorry.."
"And with gloves.."
"I said I was sorry.."
"Don't be..You were just afraid, that's all..Nobody catches the virus by a shaking hand..And yet, people are still afraid of catching it." He dried off his hands as he pulled down a paper towel and took the necessary equipement from the drawners, including surgery tools, into a green small basket with him to the table as he sat down across from her and took a pair of rubber gloves and wore them. She gulped at the very sight of it, nervously as he brought up the lamp closer to her hand and flashed up the light above it. "Lay your palm up to the light, so I can take a look at it and way better under the light.." She did as he told her to do as she watched him pull off the handkerchief, slowly as he could to not hurt her, which failed.
"It doesn't look that bad. From what I can see here, the bleeding had stopped, the only thing left to do is to disinfect it and close the cuts. Good thing is that you don't have any pieces of glasses stuck into your hand." At this reply, Lina rose up her eyes worried as he took another towel paper sponged it with the alchohol liquid. Sensing her worried eyes to his stare, he looked up to her and assured her with these words.
"Don't worry. You can trust me and with your secret being safe with me.." He held her hand with his fingers and started to clean up the cuts as she tried to not winced even if the pain persisted still. Most of everyone knew about her being infected, but nobody had known that she injured herself on work. At the beggining, Lina wasn't sure if she could trust Vincent Keller from before, but now she believe it that she could now. There was this aura that told her that she could, that this man would never hurt her.
Even if she could never have him into her bed. Feeling normal, for a second for once even if it was by casual questions that often took by surprises.
"So Lina, where are you from?"
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"Ouch! What the hell are you doing here?"
"Doing my job.."
"Esperanza only had the chance to do it-"
"Well, she's no longer here now, so I can decide if you deserve to be punished or not.."
"What?"
"I got your attention. Good. Now, if you stay put and nice, you may not have to go through the suffering here." Cat had dragged Anna down to the basement, without no reason. Had opened up one of the cages's door with the keys that Esperanza had gave to her and forced the bad stripper to sit down on the chair and tied both of her wrists to the arms of the chair of torture. From what Àlvarez had told her, Anna got away from Esperanza's beating once, but who knows if she could go away from Cat's warnings. However, it wasn't for putting Anna strapped down to this chair, it was to see what Vincent was up to and with Lina.
"Heard, you got away from your old hitman's beating once. Well, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I think you're gonna have to spent the night here. Be happy, I won't have to touch you tonight.."Cat went to the front, before Anna's sight. God, she looked so much like Tori that she held the temptation to beat her up. For stealing her man after looking up and searching him for three long months, she did enjoy to watch the girl getting a little frightened by now. Even if she could beat her up by now which she didn't, she in other facts, got an hold of a long red lock of her hair and pulled hard enough to make sure that Anna was still listening to her. Cause watching her wince made her feel good."But if you're being naughty and start to go all banshee here, then you won't leave me no choice.." And she backed away from the cage and pulled up the door back and lock it.
"What if I have to pee?"Dumb question, but kinda true.
"Use your panties, they're pretty tight. Nobody would see the difference. You're old enough to hold on, on your very own."And walked away, before the red haired bitch could say anything else.
Anna was born bad, like Eve, the blonde one with the smoking cigarette as for the others, she hadn't meet them yet. Forget, Alicia, Helga and Gretchen. Those who still were left were Anna, Eve, Olga, Natasha and Kayla. And Lina, the barmaid. The woman that Vincent volunteered to care of tending her injuries. She couldn't help but to listen to their conversation through the door who was left open not wide enough, but trying to peek through the small light from where was the space.
Where she could hear Lina's giggling through it. Damn it, Vincent must have had said something or gave her drugs he shouldn't have had injected into her. Because they seemed to have a good time with each other. Cat held her breath as she continued to play silent as the two of them were laughing with each other's good company.
"Never ask for a lady's age. It might be very rude in the future for you, young man!"
"You're that old? Never thought of that. I'm being serious here. How old are you?" Oh Boy, she sweared that she had never had heard Lina laugh so much and the fact it was her ex-boyfriend who could do it, made her feel envious. After a few deep breaths, Lina managed to answer back.
"Okay, okay, you got me. Almost thirty eight. I'm turning thirty eight, next month." A long whistle was heard through the room. Lina didn't looked like a thirty eight year old woman of her age, but way young. But with plastic surgery these days, anything could be possible.
"Well, you don't look like you're turning thirty eight. You look ten years younger, than you already have.." It was a nice compliment as she heard the bartender giggling like a shy little girl.
"You're the first man whoever told me that I looked way young than I do look. Despite that stupid sickness stuck into me.."
"How long were you infected?"Vincent couldn't help, but to ask. However Cat had already had known the answer to that question.
"Two years by now. I had too much to drink that night and had unprotected sex with a random stranger, that I barely even had known. It was only later on, that I had tested myself at some hospital where a colleague from Àlvarez had examined me and found out I was HIV-positive. It had screwed up my career at the bar, my social life and my own well being." Well at least at this part, Lina was telling the truth.
"Did you tell anybody?"
"I couldn't do it. Cause I was too ashamed of my actions and mistakes, expecially Àlvarez who took me from the streets and made me his companion, but that was a couple years ago, before he meet his wife. Yalena.."Lina's voice started to break as she went on with her story,which made Cat feel a little uneasy to hear. The barmaid used to be a homeless person before she became the person she is today?
"However, the rumors of me being deadly sick had surfaced up from the same costumer that slept with me once and had reported the incident to Esperanza, the other hitman..Putting the blame on me. That it was my fault."The beating part, Cat remembered when Esperanza mentionned that she once had beated the girl because of the costumer's whining. Turns out, that he had abused with booze and made it way worse, by infecting her with this disease. However, Esperanza didn't took it that way since she went for the costumer's version. Cat couldn't help, but to feel bad for the barmaid as Vincent followed, trying to be sympathetic.
"I think she didn't take it well, uh?"
"At all. And ever since that day, I've been making and serving drinks at the bar, with less money that I used to make, but that doesn't matter, I was about to perish anyways. Can't stay young forever, you know?" A real drama queen, that woman wasn't she? Cat was about to the leave the door when she heard Vincent scoffing inside. Like he had agreed with whatever the barmaid had told him.
"No. Nobody can. Expecially for those who believe that love lasts forever.." Damn, her heart almost raced at this part. Vincent sounded so lost when he had blurted out these words. Like he was talking alone and to nobody here, but Lina heard him right.
"You used to believe into that?" Curious as she was, Catherine waited for Vincent to answer back. He sighed.
"There used to be someone. Someone so special that kept me believing that with love everything was possible, but not anymore. Because that person is gone now.." From the sound of his voice, he seemed to be defeated by his own experiences with women, including herself. Comdamned to be alone forever, that's how he must had felt he was the one who took all the blame and deserve it after what he made her through heaven and hell.
She should feel good about it, but if so, then why she felt bad, anyways? It was by his own mistakes and bad choices that lead them apart and hard choices she had to do for him to save him from his own. Prices, you take and the baggages you carry on your shoulders forever.
Trying to stop her heartbeat from losing itself, Cat managed to open up the door a little wider as she looked up at the scene where both Lina and Vincent had stood up to their feet after he managed to clean up her wound which was covered by a nice bandage and Vincent even though he smiled back at Lina, he did kinda looked pale and with dark circles under his chocolate eyes made him look tired, like he had spent sleepless nights for a very long while, despite the strong figure of his body. Tired and quite, ghostly pale, but handsome as ever from the last time she remembered him. His tired eyes had responsed to his assuring and blushing smile when Lina thanked him, for taking care of her palm.
It made her look jealous and envious. A feeling that just couldn't go away as easily, just like women don't forget easily and their hatred could last forever. Damn, why was he able to do this to her? Why? Slowly moving like a panther, Cat stood quiet as she heard them talk.
"Thank you again, Vincent."
"Take care of your hand and make sure it stays far away from any infection. If it gets any worse, you can always count on me."He took off the gloves and threw them to the sink.
"So, I assume you want to take the job?" No kidding, Cat walked inside of the room in disbelief while the two people were unaware of her presence. Was Vincent serious enough?
"If it's possible, I'll like to start right away by now.."
"I'll have to call Òliver to confirm that.." Like hell, she would! Àlvarez would had gone mad if he had heard that the infected barmaid had an affair with the new doctor here.
"Don't need for that!" Cat had raised her voice loud enough for them to make herself heard,as they both looked up to her in they weren't alone and that she was making the rules here. Not them.
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Both startled at the same time, he and Lina looked at back at the person who almost blurted out an answer that sounded a little too much alarmed, than it should have had been. Vincent looked up from Lina's stare until it reached Catherine as she camed into the office.
And he just couldn't take his gaze off from her appereance. This woman still managed to take his breath away as he felt his heart aching, for some unexplained reason he couldn't describe.
But. God, she was beautiful.
There she was with this strapless and short blue dress, this bodice that caressed her curves and held her breasts with such good admirance and sexy that he really wanted to take that damn thing off so he could kiss and taste them. Her brown long haired hair turned into loose curls were falling on her naked shoulders, her smoked hazel eyes covered into a mixed darker color with a small touch of mascara and eyeliner to awaken them up. Not that Catherine cared about make-up since he had often seen her without it. These red lips. Oh, God. These legs and muscular arms were just amazing, for a woman of her size, she really looked like she wasn't afraid of everything. She looked very wild. Like a damn warrior, ready to fight and to die with dignity as ever.
But something was telling him, that she was boiling with anger here when she had catched them both here. Him, mostly.
And that necklace with its red gem hanging between her breasts made her look powerful? Too much powerful while he felt a little weaker, in all of sudden? When he looked down on it. His legs were about to give him up as he fought back the urdge to transform into a beast and tried to blink twice before his eyes turned into a gold amber light. He swallowed back his breathing into control mood as he tried to fight the beast inside. His heartbeat was racing so violently that it wanted to explode, like any heart attack would do. This wasn't right at all.
What the hell is going on?
"I don't think you need to call Àlvarez to confirm that.." Cat defended herself back as she was completly unaware of Vincent who stepped back away from them as he tried to avoid them, including that necklace. The one that she wore made him feel uneasy. Damn, he clutched his hand to his chest in pain, trying to fight it and slowly taking deep breaths.
"But we need a doctor here, Àlvarez had told us that he has to keep the appearences clean that he has to stay at the hospital most of the time. He can't be at two places at the same time. Expecially, when he's under suspicion here-"But Lina got cut off as Catherine kept on slaming on back.
"I'll be the one to tell him that. So you can save your breath for yourself and besides, like Keller had said here, you better take care of that hand of yours.."she nodded up to the bandaged hand of the bartender back. Lina tried to not look anxious towards the new girl here.
"It's just a couple of cuts-"
"Not from what I've seen. You looked like you were bleeding on the dancing floor and without Keller's helping you out, you would have got yourself fired or might be dead.."
"It was just a few cuts. No need to get all feisty, Lana-"
"But I'm not the one who cares a life sentence that could get back up to reality once it's been infected.."Ouch that hurt a lot. Vincent gulped back as he turned his head back to the women, Catherine's hazel eyes looked like they were full of hatred now. Jealousy, maybe?
"You know someone who can take care for the rest of your shift?" The slender woman with the strawberry hair just shrugged her shoulders.
"Olga. She's not good with the language, but she knows how to make a couple of great mixed up drinks. I can help her out with it.."That was a nice excuse, but it didn't quite convinced the brunette in other way as she folded her arms to her chest. The necklace was still glowing back to his eyes, giving Vincent an headache.
"Good. But don't stay too long.."had answered the hitman in disguise which he had agreed back. He managed to make a few steps back to the table, trying to hide any evidence of pain here.
"You heard your hitman, don't force yourself too much. You may be in good condition in all that, but it could always get back up to your face." Trying to held himself to the back of the chair as it could support him,Vincent tried to ease things up by stopping their argument by telling them that he was still here and not invisible to their fight. Lina tried to compose herself from falling angry here, but she didn't wanted to let herself being builled by Àlvarez's new flame here, and she wouldn't even be surprised if it didn't lasted for a week. After all Àlvarez changed women in every week like a new shirt.
"And the name's Ayaka here. I don't want to repeat it all over again. Is that clear?" However the barmaid just shot her a deadly glare here. Instead of talking right back to the new hitman, she turned around to thank Vincent, who stood up still, despite the fact that he was trying to hide the pain in his chest.
"Thank you, again Vincent.." And turned away from him as she passed back to Catherine left side, heading away from the doctor's office here. Leaving them alone. Or more like leaving the ex-lovers alone in the same room. And now that they were alone, they could talk after a very longtime since that rainy night where she left him alone.
"Don't you think that you were a little too harsh, here?"Vincent managed to break the silence as she glared at him. Oh God, she felt like she wanted to explode in any minute.
"And what were you thinking, by exposing your ass here?"
"I'm the one who makes its decisions here and who decides if I want to expose my ass or not.."Oh really? And since when was he able to make good decisions, for once? All decisions he took often, lead into very regretfull disasters.
"You really think you can take this job, without having the risks to expose yourself-"
"I'll only be helping these girls to get back on their feet, once after they got their lesson from their hitman. Uncivilized lesson to not forget about.." Well that was a surprise he had known about her undercover job after all. Not that she was shocked by his words, but surprised. "Is that why you're keeping this girl behind these bars by now, right?"What? Did he figured out about her dragging Anna into one of the cages? Still trying to remain unresponsive to his questions, Vincent had scoffed as he grinned but his smile didn't reached up to his eyes.
"Your heart is telling me the answer, anyways by now."
"And what does it tells you?" She challenged him as he followed back.
"It tells me that I'm the right spot here. Don't tell me you're seriously taking this position, Catherine."She rose up her eyebrows trying to not laugh at this sentence. Since when he showed concern to her own decisions, now?
"Cause you think you can blow my cover, like you almost did, before?"Reminding him the last time he almost had blown her cover before, when he was all about 'Me, me,me!'. Vincent lifted up his hands in defense as he tried to explain or more stating that it wasn't his mistake when he had felt like he could go and expose himself to everyone and leave all the blame to herself and alone. However, he kinda had regretted it, later on.
"I didn't do anything before. It was you who panicked about losing control while I was trying to retrieve the gem away from the gang that you were ordered to stop.."
"I didn't panicked. It was all mixed emotions that you made me go through.." Catherine walked towards the table and put her hands on the chair as she faced her ex-boyfriend across from the table who was separating them both. "You took a path for the worst and made me do the horrible act that I sworn, I wouldn't have done to you, from all these years ago."
"Reynolds made me do these killings-"
"And by finishing him off, would have been easier to take? No. The entire Bureau and SWAT team would have gone from heaven and hell to catch species like you, Vincent." He just stood here, trying to hide his anger as he fixed her with deceived eyes as she kept on going."You and Tori wouldn't even have the chance to live 'Happily Ever After' at all, but to spent your entire lives in jail. It didn't mattered if you had any stupid and screwed up DNA or not. You were uncontrollable because of her!" But it wasn't all Tori's fault, he was the one who chosed the wrong path and almost had costed her life. Not only Tori's, but Catherine's as well. No wonder she was lashing out in frustration at him, now. He dropped his arms on both sides as he sent her a warning glare. By being careful with the choice of her words coming out of her mouth.
"Don't blame Tori. She has nothing to do with it..."
"Just like you liked to push your tongue down to her throat? I've bet you enjoyed watching me catching you up here-" Seriously, once again that kiss? He thought she got over it by now. Vincent didn't wanted to let her put the blame on him, so he lashed out as he pointed something that almost was 'invisible' to his sight, even if it was well covered. But despite her attemps to cover her bruise by make-up, he could still see it. After all, she was once forced to wear a scarf to cover up his stupid act of 'self defense'. Angry, he cut her off.
"And just like you're liking screwing up with the bad guy here? Think I didn't see that spot on your neck?"That just stopped her from saying anything else as he nodded up to her shock this time, in anger. Oh crap! She made sure she got that hickey spot covered with make-up cover at least twice, before leaving the room but Vincent wasn't dumb enough to not have caught it. With the vision he has, nothing couldn't get away from him.
Oh God, what if he had heard her making sex with Àlvarez? Was he standing into the club for a longtime or did he just passed upstairs at a close to Lena's room in out of nowhere?
"Your silence is telling me that I'm right, Catherine.."His stare had gone more darker now, his eyes mostly. She felt shivers rising up through her spine as she stepped back from the chair. Oh God, he had heard the sounds and the moaning. She felt so ashamed that she tried to change the subject, mostly because she was afraid that someone might step into the room and catching them into a fight, that might end up bad.
"You want the job? Go ahead and take it!" She tried so hard to not let herself giving into anger not in front of him to please him here. "Take care of the girls after I had skinned them alive as for an punishement. However, I hope you have a solid stomatch to hold on, after you heard them scream for mercy.." At this revelation, she saw his eyes widen in fear as he couldn't believe she was capable of doing anything as delivering a close up but very injured and battered woman with uncontrollable sobs into his office.
Would she?
"You wouldn't think of doing that, wouldn't you?" Not if she didn't had much choice, but if it was to discover whatever had happened to Lena, she would. And besides she saw him kill beasts as she tried to cover for him and her biological father. She was done covering bad guys and wanted them to be to out to the sun and let the entire world see them for who they were, for real. Like Òliver Àlvarez, for an example. Catherine managed to swallow back the tears from her view, as she tried to remain calm as her tigthen up her hands into fists as she wanted to punch, Vincent who was waiting for an answer.
"You had your shares of making my life a living hell, while you were killing the same kind of species like yours under the dark and going out with the very first person whom you held hostage outside at the woods for a target to another beast. Vincent."Pushing the pain from his chest aside, Vincent just shook his head in disbelief, his lips were pursed as if he tried to not wince in pain. No. Not his Catherine. She wouldn't do anything such as committing a crime. The one, he had remembered was sweet and loving. The most brave woman he had meet would had never let herself go down that far.
"I finally had gave up to this part now. I had chosed my humanity now, I'm a different and better man now,Catherine. Been trying to do the right thing from the start.." He wanted her to believe that it was true, that he has changed for real that he wouldn't go back to his beast days and made her suffer, like he did a few months ago. However, she just shook her head, her decision was already made now.
"It's you who's says that. Not me. Cause that part of me who was trying to convince you to become better, Vincent, is gone. " She looked back at him. Oh God, his eyes. The way they looked at her made her feel bad as they couldn't buy the fact that whatever words had come out from her mouth were the asbolute truth. Vincent was shocked like a statue right in front of her.
"Catherine, don't leave us like this. Just don't.."
"There was never an 'Us' in this story, Vincent, believe it or not..You didn't even tried to fix anything for the two of us before and like I once said before, I couldn't be the only one who had to fight for us and I meant that part." Vincent just shook his head, as he looked like he begged her to not do anything wrong or becoming an hunter, like he was once forced to do. Repeating the same mistakes, like she was ready to commit a murder. That fury burning into her hazel eyes had told him that she was ready to do it. Oh God, please, don't make it happen!
"Catherine, don't do this.." His voice was begging her as she turned her back at him, ready to leave the room, but stopped as she reached up the door, trying to not look at him.
"As for Anna, the girl who is inside of that cage, you wouldn't have to worry about her. She is there to spent the night inside of that cage, because of a bad incident that had occured a longtime ago. I'm not gonna hurt her, if it's that what you're thinking now.."And as she was about to leave the room, she turned her head at him and added this to his widen and shocked eyes as he stood completely helpless. Good, she had strucked him into fear now. Turned the tables, as they often said.
"But I'm only saving her for desert. I mean, who knows what can happen, these days?"Her voice had almost broke to this held up his breath in shock as he watched her head turning away from his sight as she headed out from the room, leaving him alone once again. He shivered as he imagined of these thoughts.
But with a nightmare that might never leave him. But to be forced to hear, endure the screams and the pleads of the wanted creatures whom Cat might have to slay and torture every night. Innocents pleading for mercy, when he would be sitting in this office, behind that desk of hundred and uncountable files, and to endure the pain and the suffer from these innocent girls who were condemmed to a bad lifetime of crime. All from Catherine's act. His worst nightmare was about to become true. Vincent just clutched his eyes shut as he put his hand right back to his chest as if the pain had never got away even with her being out of sight. However, it was more like a heartbreak than a bullet that ached him.
The loving and beautiful woman who once had saved his life like hundred of times, from before, either it was by loving him inside and out, man and animal, was about to become an avenging female beast.
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Ouch, I hope you don't hate me for this chapter, but like I told you from before, Vincent won't have it so easily and in order to prove it, he's gonna have to fight for Catherine's trust.
And something tells me, that's it's not going to be very soon, it might be Cat's turn to make him suffer while he would be around the block here and taking care of the girls here and maybe keeping an eye on Lina as well. Looks like she's hiding something if you go back to the last chapter. As for the sex scene, I don't know how it happened, it just came into my mind and looks like Cat didn't quite liked her second experience with Òliver as she felt disgusted once 'it' ended. Sorry, if you hated that scene!
And her memories with Vincent in bed, were great to describe. I tried my best to describe that sex and lust scene and it was quite my first time writting it.
As for the story going into R catergory, I don't know. I'll see how it turns later on, or whetever if I put it back into T catergory.
PS: I do love Zelly309's work! I believe she writes way better than me! I kinda wished I could get ahold of her book, somehow! She's great!
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