A/N: Here's chapter three! Sorry it took so long…so many things…Regardless, we will continue! Wayyy to many ideas and plans to just, give up…Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bloodlines, but I do own my OCs. There is also a lemon in this chappie, if you're not a fan.
Venus had gone back to her regular shifts, and frankly, it was annoying the hell out of Victor.
She hired someone shortly after their relationship became a lot more serious, just so she could spend equal time at work and in the Chantry. But, when her assistant had a family death and had to travel across the country to attend the funeral, Venus was left with double shifts.
Which meant she was either at work during the late night, or wiped out in bed by the time he was ready for anything.
He met her there at Confessions, deciding that if he was going to talk to her, he'd have to come to her. It was rather busy, which surprised him after all the drama as of late. He sat at one of the few empty seats, providing her with a small smile, "Hello, dear."
"Hello, love." She handed someone a drink, then turned to stand across from him, leaning her forearms against the counter and giving him quite the view, "Feels like it's been years."
"Yes, quite." He said, "I do hope everything's been alright over here."
"As good as it's going to be. A few empty death threats from some Anarchs, but, that was before Michael left."
"The Anarchs have been threatening you?"
"Just a pair of them. Pair of girls, cute couple, I have to admit. Actually, one of them was that girl from ages ago. The one you sent to the dumpster."
"Oh, so I made an Anarch out of her, have I?" He snickered, "Well, it matters little now…the Anarchs won't be bothering us anymore. Not in this state."
She looked a bit confused, pouring out a Bloody Mary, "You warded them away?"
"You haven't heard?"
"I'm afraid I've been so cooped up in here, I neglected to ask."
"They made a full-scale assault on the Chantry…they destroyed it. Leo died…"
"Leo's gone?" Her eyes widened as she slid a drink his direction, "Bless his soul, the poor bastard…not sure he deserved that…"
"It's a rather troublesome subject…amongst the other Tremere." He took a small sip, staring at the counter in a downcast fashion, "We were already hurting for members before…"
She shrugged a shoulder, "I wouldn't mind the Embrace, but I'm not sure I would be a very good Tremere."
"He has been pressuring me…for a while now…even before Leo died." He said, "I kept pushing it off…"
"Who?"
"Strauss, of course."
"He wants me Embraced?"
"Well…I mean, eventually. To some Kindred, ghouls are merely a transitional phase…especially in our current situation…"
She took a deep breath, "I'm not sure. Then again, I'm not sure I have a say either. I'm just worried about my family and the club."
"I'll keep him off your back, you mustn't worry." He said, "I have been keeping him at bay since you were ghouled in the first place."
"I don't want to put that much pressure on you…"
"It's all fine and good, he understands that you're running a business."
She gave a little nod, "So, where are we supposed to find new Tremere? Where did you find the apprentices?"
"It's almost luck rather than anything." He mused in memory, "Out of all of them, Iphigenia was only one legally installed into the pyramid, aside from myself and Strauss. Leo and Delilah were illegal…"
"Really? Even Delilah? That surprises me. Then again, that girl can be quite kinky."
"It's all down to a matter of intelligence and drive, I suppose." He said, "Strauss figures it's better to have few apprentices who are willing to learn than many who are uncoordinated and irresponsible. He doesn't want either of us to lower our standards when recruiting…"
"That makes the most sense. I surely wouldn't be as determined as the others."
"You sell yourself short, dear." He smiled.
She gave a small smile with her plump purple lips, reminding him how much he missed her kisses. "Why don't I close the place up for the night?"
"If it is indeed closing time."
"Mmm, it'll be fine." She hummed, turning to head upstairs and kill the lights. The dancers seemed disappointed, but moved out anyway. No arguments tonight.
Venus yawned, "It'll be nice sleeping at your side again instead of at the apartment." She pulled her keys from her purse and twirled them around a finger absent-mindedly.
"Yes, quite nice." He smiled, "You seem exhausted."
"A little. Not nearly as much as I would be if I worked a full night."
"Well, that's fortunate at least." He said, "Most of us have been staying in the red tower, for the time being…until a new Chantry is constructed."
"Ah, that makes sense. Is it nice and quiet?"
"Usually."
"Good. Sounds like a pleasant evening then." She smirked at him.
The walk to the tower was rather brief, "I believe my room is on one of the lower levels, as it's only a substitute."
"Sounds like less walking. I like it." She smiled, "I hope the bed's comfortable."
"It should be quite fine, nothing too different from the Chantry." He said, opening the door for her.
She stepped in and looked around, "Oh, it's so romantic…your Prince really does love the color red, doesn't he?"
He chuckled, "It is a rather consistent color with him."
She set her bag down and started wandering closer, that familiar look on her face that usually meant one thing.
Jyhad talk and sex.
"Tell me about it. Tell me about what happened." She slung her arms around his neck and gently started a kiss.
"What? The attack?" He smiled.
"Yes. I didn't hear much of it."
"Well, they destroyed out Chantry and killed Leo…so…I slaughtered them all with my Gargoyles, those that didn't run away of course." He kissed her, "Including Armando."
"Gargoyles?" She asked softly, still in a daze, then she broke away from the kiss and met his gaze, "Including Armando?"
"Indeed. I could always boil the man into ruins…he just didn't heed my warnings…"
She pressed herself up against him and kissed his neck, "Tell me about it. Slowly."
He chuckled for a while, "It's me, dear…you know I don't usually kill them slowly…or…perhaps I do…Blood Boil is anything but pretty…"
"Mmm…I can imagine…" She peeled her top off.
He licked the backs of his fangs, "I've…I've told you I loved that outfit, yes?"
"Yes, you have…" A pretty grin lit up her face as she peeled her shorts off.
"Or…perhaps it's just your body in the outfit, that intrigues me so…"
"It might be…" She rolled her hips in the air and started making out with him.
He peeled his outer trench coat off, making some sort of half-hearted attempt to hang it up somewhere, before he began to work on his suit and his pants and boots, "Well…what can I tell you? First, I rose his body temperature so steam poured through his skin, then he rose like a balloon, swelling massively. Then he exploded and turned into dust, giving us a brief glimpse of his bones and his entrails before they finally vanished into the air."
She sighed in his ear, "I want you to fuck me, Victor…"
"It's the same power I used to kill Boris, you know. I wanted to be basic. Well, as basic as one could get for a Tremere…"
She smiled and leaned in to lick the shell of his ear, "What, no fire? None of those other fun toys in your bag of tricks?"
"One must be careful, Venus. With great power, comes great secrecy. It's foolish unleash everything at once. For now, I will hide my assets until I need them."
She smiled and made out with him a bit more, slowly walking him over to the bed.
"I think Lafayette will be my next target." He said, getting on top of her once she laid back.
"What do you plan for him…?"
"I'm not sure yet…I doubt killing him will be as easy, nonetheless, it's something I'm quite earnest in doing." He said, "I had a chance with his sire…and one could argue that I dealt the finishing blow…but…Mister Vanderbilt burned the entire Hallowbrook Hotel down…in effect he killed Andrei and Caesar. I want my chance with Lafayette. I think a Tremere should kill a Tzimisce in this struggle, it would be…poetic…amongst other things."
"Mmm…yes…" She purred, writhing beneath him as she kissed at his neck and jawline.
He reached his hands down and rubbed her hips, occasionally giving her bum a squeeze as he received her kisses. She sighed his name, rubbing her hands up his back and landing there at his shoulders to massage him.
He relaxed and closed his eyes, more or less looking as if he was going to fall asleep on top of her, "That feels so nice…"
"I forgot I was never able to give you your massage."
"It's…it's alright…" He gave her a tight, yet relaxed hug.
She combed her fingers through his hair and kissed his nose, "Now, where were we?" She started kissing him again.
"I believe I was worshipping you." He said, reaching up to grab her breasts.
She laughed, "Oh, good, you know that's just how I like it…"
"Trust me, just by looking at them, I'm sure they need a good rub from time to time."
"I love it…it's simply wonderful…"
He smiled and kissed her lips, squeezing her breasts a bit harder before he rubbed them gently afterwards. She moaned into his mouth and hooked her legs around him, grinding against the slowly growing bulge in his underwear.
He slipped his underwear off once he could reach, then he clamped a hand on one of her breasts, while his other hand went down and started massaging her waistline.
She bit her lip and remained fairly silent as he continued, "Did…did you want it between them?"
He shrugged, "Whatever you would like, dear."
"Surprise me…"
"Very well." He pulled her thong down, moving his erection near her entrance and starting to build a rhythm.
She shut her eyes and gripped onto the bedsheets, "P-Please…keep teasing me…"
He smiled, "I always assumed you hated it when I did that…"
She bit her lip, "Oh, I do…" She hissed, reaching up to pinch one of her nipples.
He chuckled at her display, moving his length around her inner thighs and her entrance, making a face whenever he reached the latter, "You're quite excited down there, aren't you?" She gasped, shuddering and mewling and making all sorts of delightful sounds. He snickered a bit more, "You look so pleased." He placed a thumb over her other nipple.
"I am…" She gasped out, her body twitching and jerking, "Now would…be a good time…please…"
"Beg one more time…"
"Oh god, please Victor…now…"
He was quite surprised, not remembering her being this lubricated in a long while. Nevertheless his penetration felt quite pleasant. Her climax came almost immediately, her back arching away from the mattress as her hands grasped at the sheets desperately.
He tensed up briefly, then finally relaxed once he finally let his orgasm out inside of her, the rhythm he built up earlier came into play as he held onto her tightly. As he tried to squeeze another orgasm out of her, she clutched his face, kissing him frantically, hastily, yet romantically. There was some sort of passion there behind her eyes, some sort of lusting that must have been burning in the back of her mind for however long they were away from each other.
As he pulled himself away, she smiled and smoothed a hand over his chest, "Victor Madison, sometimes I forget how much you make me feel like a lovesick schoolgirl…"
"Oh, you say that all the time…"
She smiled and hummed as she rolled them over, resting her head on his chest, "Maybe I mean it a little more each time I say it…"
"Well, I don't mean to make you sick." He squeezed her.
"It's a good sick." She closed her eyes, running her fingers over his shoulders, "Makes me realize how lucky I am…"
"As am I…"
She kissed his cheek, "You need to let me know when the Chantry is safe again."
"In a few nights, I'm certain. Construction is going underway as we speak."
"Perfect." She rested her head on his chest, "Night, love…"
"Goodnight, my dear…"
"Yeah, looks like we got a problem outside." Skelter slammed the door shut and locked it as he entered his house.
"I don't like the way you're saying that…" Cissy was sprawled out in his tattered couch, upside down.
"Are there people out there?" Killian's eyes snapped up from the ammo he was organizing.
"There's Damsel." Skelter said, "Goin' fuckin' ballistic."
"Ballistic?" Cissy asked.
"She's frenzying."
"Dammit…" Killian said, "What the hell should we do?"
There was a huge slamming against the wall. Skelter snarled, "Swear to god, if she tears this house down…"
Anastasia took a few steps toward the door, then she peeked her head out, "Damsel!"
"What the hell are you doing!?" She heard Skelter's voice, but as Anastasia peeked the door open, Damsel had snapped out of her frenzy and lay there in the dirt, crying.
Anastasia went outside and got to Damsel's level, giving her a hug, "Come here."
Damsel scooted into her embrace, resting her head on her shoulder and crying. The front door shut. Anastasia gave her a reaffirming squeezed, rubbing her back as she let her cry.
"I hate him…I hate that…stupid…fucking, rotting son of a bitch!" She screamed, scraping her nails into the dirt.
"Who…?"
"Nines…" She whimpered, "He was a…a goddamn waste of space…filling us up with…hope and joy…for what? So we can dive head first into a pool with no water? Why the hell did he let this happen to us!? That fucking asscrack! He better be glad he was boiled cause if he was here now, I'd tear his head off and feed it to the werewolves!"
"He was doing what he thought was best…"
"He was doing what he wanted…" She seethed, "And we followed him like seeing-eye dogs. That's all we are…now we're fucked!"
"I don't understand." She said, "You were always the first person to follow Nines. Why didn't you say anything earlier when he mentioned attacking the Chantry?"
"Because I loved him…" Her voice was deep, "But he never fucking said it back. Because he didn't." She pounded a fist into the ground, "He didn't mean anything. He was never grounded, his head was always in the clouds." She hissed like she had been stabbed, "He used me…he used all of us to look stronger, to look important! To look like a hero, when he was just a floating shitstorm of carelessness…"
"Look, Nines wasn't perfect…I get that…but, I still see him as an ally, a friend. He wasn't vindictive or heartless…"
"He was to me…" He sniffed, shaking in Anastasia's arms.
She looked away, "You did make it pretty clear that he wasn't in touch with his emotions…"
"I'm never doing men again…" She brooded.
"…I mean, Nines might not be the best representation of…men…but…you do you."
"I just…" She closed her eyes, "Want nothing to do with their ego. Or their desire to fuck anything that spreads its legs…I thought he'd be different, but he wasn't." She rested her forehead on Anastasia's shoulder again, "I want someone I can rave to who will listen. I want someone there to…to have my back. I want someone who will keep me safe…" She sighed, her shoulders decompressing a bit, "Maybe I just have to get stronger. I just have to get a backbone. I don't need anyone else. I just have to stop being a wimp."
"You'll have a lot of time to think about that." She said, "Especially since we're all vampires…"
She nodded, looking up at the stars briefly, then she stood up, "I'll never forgive him. We'll make this movement better than his." She held a hand out to help Anastasia to her feet, "Thanks for coming out and…talking to me. I needed that." She paused, "I have to go talk to your boyfriend."
"Skelter? What do you need to talk to him about?"
"He's gonna lead this movement."
She gave a faint nod, "It would make the most sense…"
They weren't alone – people were coming in and out of his house, upstairs, downstairs, in the basement, for whatever reason. But the two of them were the only two at the table, everyone else had their eyes and ears occupied on whatever they were doing.
Skelter sat there, the desert eagle in his hands. He wasn't as quiet as he was before, which she was thankful for, but he was still more distant than ever. If he was a dog before, he was a wolf now. He snarled at people occasionally, hardly catching himself, and would growl when he got angry before he stopped himself.
Damsel wondered if he'd be completely lost soon. If he'd start howling, barking, running away and never coming back.
And he was their only shot.
"Hey." She averted his attention from the gun, "What's up?"
"What do you want?" He snapped.
"Easy there. Look, I'm sorry for frenzying…though, I really shouldn't be apologizing to you, dog-breath."
"You coulda' hurt someone."
"I know. I get it."
"Then what do you want?"
"I want to talk. Okay?"
"Okay. Talk."
She paused, honestly not expecting this much hostility right out of the gate. "How are you holding up?"
"Fine." He didn't hesitate to answer.
"You don't do small talk anymore, huh?"
There it was. That snarl. She had to admit, it was a little unnerving, "Chill. Is this how you treat Anastasia?" She asked, anger laced in her tone.
"Go talk to her if you're bored, I don't want to talk."
She gave an impatient sigh, "How the hell do you think I feel, huh? We were together."
"Sorry for your loss, Missus Rodriguez. Sorry you lost your fuck-buddy. Don't pretend it was anything else."
She gave a dry chuckle, "You little bastard…you're just full of sugar and spice tonight, aren't you?"
He growled at her, "Get the hell away from me."
She stood up, "Listen, Skelter. I don't give a damn how you feel, or how much you frenzy, or how much you howl at the goddamn moon, you're the only one fit here to take his position. You know that. Don't run away from what you know has to happen."
Skelter glared at her as she spoke, soaking in her words. "I can't do that."
"You can't?" She asked, "Why not?"
"I don't lead."
Her eyes narrowed, then she sat again, "What happens to a pack when the alpha dies? The second best steps in. That's you. I know you're gonna pretend to be modest and say you're not good enough, but you have to get over that."
He shook his head, "I don't lead!"
"You have to. We need someone. Please…"
"You've done a fine job listening to Killian."
"…you want Killian to lead?" She asked, "What the hell are you on? We can't trust him at all!"
He turned and faced the table again, silently thinking over what she had told him.
"Look, I get that it hurts or…whatever. It's uncomfortable, sure, but this is do or die. You need to step up. You're our only hope. We can only follow these newbies around so much longer before they walk us into a bear trap."
He gave a weary nod. "Alright. Alright, alright, I'll do it."
"Good." She took a deep sigh, "Now start acting like it, okay?"
"Yeah."
She pat his shoulder before she walked off to go chat to someone else.
Act like it, she told him. He sat there, dumbfounded. He had to act like a leader. How was he supposed to do that? Who would he go to when he needed help? Assistance? There was nowhere. He felt a burning in his chest, a series of trembles and shakes that he recognized as a frenzy, but he willed it down, just once.
It really wasn't like there was any other choice.
"She's all yours."
Edgar turned from his screen to see Gary out of the corner of his eye, out in the hallway. He gave a figure a good push into Edgar's room before he himself left.
The girl hugged herself insecurely, her cheeks damp with tears. He hardly recognized her, but he did recognize the purple plaid jacket. She raised a hand over her eyes and tried to hide her sobs the best she could.
Edgar's eyes nearly boiled out of his sockets as he jerked back in his chair, "Holy shit…" He said, "He did it…he…he actually did it." He said, then he added dryly, "I mean, I knew he was going to do it…but…I didn't think he was going to do it so quickly…"
She sniffed, "I'll…never be able to go up to the surface again, will I?" She asked, her voice a rasped whisper of the warm, brash timbre it used to be.
He looked ahead, "There's a Discipline…called Obfuscate…they're our vampire powers. That one's going to be your best friend." He said, "It lets you be invisible on the surface."
She gave a little nod, despite the fact he wasn't looking. "Okay…" She said, keeping her voice hushed. Or maybe it was stuck that way. "I'm sorry. I'm…I'm sorry. I'll get out." She quickly slunk out of the room.
Peaceful silence greeted Gary as he sat in his dining room, meanwhile, drinking some blood from a tea cup. And then he heard them. Down the hall. A familiar clicking. His eyes narrowed as he eventually heard her walk in, then stand there in the doorway, blankly, without purpose, it seemed.
"Crystallia." He said, his eyes scanning over her, trying to anticipate her next move, but, that was nearly impossible with this one.
"Golden." Her head cocked to the side a bit, "Work today, yes?"
"How'd you get down here?" He asked, taking another sip of his drink.
"I remembered the way down."
"You were blindfolded when we took you down here."
"I felt them! The lefts, the rights, the ups and downs! You underestimate my senses. Because I am breathing does not make me dumber than you."
"Oh, yes it does. It makes you incredibly dumb. Just look at those photos I took." He stood up and paced around her like a shark, "You get it from your sister. Your brains, or lack thereof. I'd like to think you'd be a genius, you'd make it miles without her."
Halcyon's expression fell, "Why do you seek to tear me away from my sister?"
"I never said I was." He waggled a finger, "I'm merely offering advice. She clings to money like it's the only thing to buy happiness. She'll even sell her own sister for wealth."
"She did not sell me." Halcyon insisted, "I am here on my own volition. Edgar offered the computer tasks to me privately before you offered your photography."
"I wouldn't have offered my photography if your sister didn't tell me to."
"Photography does not bother me. I have no shame."
"Yes, clearly." He looked over her, "That's dangerous, you know."
"I have no fear." She stated plainly, matter-of-fact-like.
"Yes, I see that." He grabbed a knife from the table as he stood behind her, brushing the blade against her back as he sliced the back of her top open. The garment fell to the floor, and she was topless. She looked down at the garment on the floor, then covered herself with her hands, turning over her shoulder to glare at him. He gave a wide smirk, "You have no shame, hmm?"
"Neither do you, it seems."
He snickered, then turned to face down the hallway, "Edgar!" He hollered, "Get the camera!" He turned back to Halcyon, "Your dearest sister, where is this money of hers really going?"
"A new living-place. She feels nuisance staying with my lover."
"Your lover?" He raised a brow, "Oh, well that's why she wants to leave. I'm sure hearing her beloved sister smack the walls and break mirrors in the dead of the night is more than distasteful…"
She chuckled quietly, "No, no, you misunderstand. He is not a taste, he is a meal."
"Hmm." He crossed his arms, "Until you get stuffed."
"He has more courtesy than that. Than anyone. I am his goddess, and he is my religion."
"I'm not going to bother with that one…" He muttered as Edgar came in, "Knock yourself out, Edgar." He took a seat again and finished his drink.
Edgar swallowed hard, looking at Halcyon as a minute or two passed, "You should…you should start to give me…some…some warnings or something…" He said, fumbling around with the camera.
"Well, she practically did it herself." He shrugged.
"I did not do it myself." Halcyon insisted, looking over at the camera, "My sister would never want to hurt me."
"Then why did she send you into a cave of hungry spiders?" Gary asked, "I don't think she cares much about you, dear."
"Nonsense." She crossed her arms, sure to still cover enough of herself.
Gary crossed his arms, "Well, how is she doing then? With her little money goal?"
"There is a long journey ahead."
Gary thought for a moment, then stood up, "You can do more than pictures down here, you know."
She turned her head and looked over at him as the camera snapped, "I'm not sure I would like to give my pleasure to you."
One of his brow's twitched with amusement, "That so? Well, what does Jeanette always tell you, Edgar?"
"We're all dead meat." He said, half-bitter. "I doubt it still stands. She's been spending all her time plastered to that damn Osebo now. I've been completely cut off."
"Well, how's Crystallia for you then?" He asked, "Have her for a few nights. She'll keep your sheets nice and warm."
"I did not consent to this." Halcyon spat.
"You don't need to. You're here now, in our system." He stepped forward and held her chin, "You came down here all by your little self, with a figure like that, thinking you could just do as you please. I can manage one Crystallia getting away from me, but not two." His eyes narrowed as he held her tight.
She scowled, "If you Embrace me, I'll have you and all your system demolished."
"Oh, you will?" He laughed, "Well, we've already had one Embrace tonight. You came at a good time, I think we're quite good with numbers." He pushed Halcyon towards Edgar, she stumbled forward and hardly caught herself from tripping over her heels. "Be thankful we're not those stinking Tremere your sister sold her soul for. I have a contact to meet. You two can…get to know each other all night." Gary said before he left.
Halcyon reached down and snagged the torn top from the ground, using that to cover herself so she could use her other hand to straighten out her hair, "Well, I suppose my freedom has been compromised again."
He led the way out of Gary's room, "It does raise an interesting question though…why would Iphigenia send you down here so eagerly?"
She followed after him, "Because she thinks I'm here, sitting at a desk, fondling keyboards, not men. It isn't something that will surprise her, if she does learn of this…development." She said, "I've been around town for months."
"She couldn't have honestly thought that, not with Gary pulling the strings down here."
"She is trusting you to keep me safe." She said, glancing over to him, "She quite likes you."
"Safe…from what? Gary?" He asked, "Where is her brain, on vacation? If Gary told me to slaughter you like a pig, then I'd say, 'how bloody'? It's not a matter of who I like or who likes me." He said, "That's one of the biggest weaknesses of the Camarilla. You do what you're told, even if it goes against what you believe in."
"She isn't in the Camarilla to follow the rules. She's in the Camarilla to protect us. It is something similar to what Golden does. His priority is the Nosferatu, not the Camarilla. Hers is her sisters, her life, not the Camarilla. When my walls are constructed of a material stronger than steel, and a weight must be cast on the family, she knows she can rest it on my walls. This search for gold, this desperate scrambling, even if I bed every clan-mate of yours, it would benefit us. All of us. I would be unaffected, for the most part, and the three of us would have the funds to travel elsewhere, to reside somewhere for ourselves safe and free of burden."
"Freedom…from the Jyhad?" He asked, "Now your brain's on vacation…"
"I'm not sure about freedom from Jyhad. From people, yes. From the money grabbers."
"Why doesn't she just Dominate them away?"
Halcyon shook her head, "I know not."
"Pfft, I'd love to have Dominate…it'd make life so much easier…"
As they entered his room, she turned and faced him, still feeling a bit out of place, "So long as you do not hurt me, I will not strike back. I think that as a deal alone is enough."
"Hurt you? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Sex." She blinked a few times, quirking her head, "That's really one of the only things I do speak of. Why, are you lost?"
"I thought you were just going to crack some codes like you have been for the past week or so…"
"I would love to." She said, "But Golden would not pay me many dollars for that. He would pay much more for treatment for you."
"Then we'll say we did it." He said, "Simple as that."
Her eyes widened, "You're willing to disobey orders? He says 'slaughter' and you'll spill the ketchup?"
"He won't know…" One of his eyes twitched, "Unless you become Miss Loose-Lips or something…"
"No, my respect for you would be taller than the red tower's ghost. My sister hears of this and I think she'll say yes."
"Then just keep this quiet and everyone will be a lot happier."
"Then I should go before he returns, yes? Or do we need to stage the act?"
"No, it's alright, if he asks, just tell him what he wants to hear."
"Yes. Of course." She gave a warm smile, "I see now why my sister has the eye for you." She leaned in and kissed his cheek before she left.
A/N: I have a sinking feeling the Anarch movement will be a little different with Skelter in charge…thank you so much for reading!