A/N: Here's chapter forty-seven! D.A.N.G. Stands for: Don't Anger No Gideon. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bloodlines, but I do own my OCs. Also, the lemon tree has grown its harvest, and now they're dropping like flies.
"Get a car ready, at once."
"Yes, master Gideon." The secretary bowed, leaving him alone in the office.
He put a hand on his head as he sat at his desk, wincing. The voices were bad enough, but given the circumstances, they were excruciating. Two giant holes were now ripped open in the Sabbat. Yes, it most likely meant that Gideon himself would take over, but now he had to play damage control. One more upset like that, and the Camarilla would win the war.
"Don't you think…" She spoke softly, "There's a certain sense of discomfort when holding the hands of someone who's still living and breathing than another in the same condition? I think it's just as unnerving for us as it is for them…something so disenchanting about the hand of someone when their blood is so warm, so fleshy and weak…still thrumming underneath there…" She continued to stare at his hand, "But another dead…it feels right. It feels like I'm in hell where I belong with the other demons…"
He growled and smacked his glass across the room. It shattered, leaving glass bits and the blood of some unfortunate kine all over the wall. Gideon rose from his chair, looking at his now bleeding hand, "Why am I thinking about a runt like her at a time like this?" He pulled the glass shards out. "No matter. They should be ready by now. It is unwise of them to keep me waiting."
The ride was mostly silent, from Las Vegas to Los Angeles. Gideon sat in the back of his car (more like limo) with one of his attendants, "Is everything put into place?"
"Yes, sir. We've distracted the kine of California with a spur-of-the-moment lottery drawing."
He scowled, "If one of them is left behind, this whole operation is pointless, you understand that, yes?"
"Yes, sir." She nodded nervously.
"Is there a platform or stand where I can be seen by the masses?"
"Yes, sir."
"Has Antoinette been briefed on the plan?"
"She has, sir."
He snickered darkly, crossing his arms, "I'm constantly having to cover up the messes of the Sword. Vicissitude can be such paltry nonsense sometimes. I prefer rotting brains rather than flesh." He said, "In a matter of measly hours, I'll make a move the Camarilla won't be able to recover from!" He laughed.
"So let me get this straight?" Prospero said, crossing his legs, "The entire city is on lockdown?"
"Just a moment." Miranda said, "Shouldn't we…shouldn't we wait until all the Primogen are in the Prince's office, before we discuss these matters of business?"
"Everyone who has showed up, has showed up, Miss Frost." Strauss said, folding his hands. "Miss Voerman lives in Santa Monica, therefore it would be unwise for her to traverse the streets to get here, so I called her in advance and told her to remain home. Mister Golden is in the Nosferatu Warrens, I don't know how he gets here, but I do not want to risk him traveling on the surface of Los Angeles. And lastly, Mister Madison lives in the Chantry. Even a travel as short as that, I'm unwilling to risk."
Goddard turned a page in his book, looking up every so often. Honestly, all he was thinking about was Tess. They'd been missing each other quite a bit, with the amount of missions they've been on, and he wanted to hear her voice. Nevertheless, he saw the chaos outside, so he knew to pay attention.
"So how big a range are we talking here?" Prospero asked.
"The entirety of California." Strauss said, "I've already received multiple calls from the Princes of San Diego and San Francisco. So it is indeed a statewide phenomenon."
"And it…it's just…humanity…at large?" Miranda asked.
"It seems that way. To a neonate, it would seem clear that vampires are superior to humans in every which way. But there is one respect in which humans are superior, and that is in numbers. It seems that a particular Kindred has exploited this fact and seek to ruin us."
"It's targeting every Camarilla in California?" Prospero asked.
"Yes. Especially ours." Strauss said.
He looked bothered, "So it's like a Blood Hunt…used against us. The nerve…" He said, "Who would think something like that up? It's not going to work. I bet if we really tried, we could probably silence this rebellion."
"A sudden drop in the human populace would not only jeopardize the Masquerade, but it would also endanger our food supply as well."
"Damn it…"
"But I am at a loss." Strauss said, "This seems to be the work of a mind Discipline, undoubtedly from one of our many enemies. But Madame Vaska is dead, and she is the only vampire that I recall capable of such feats. It still leaves an inquiry as to who is behind this?" He said, "Stopping them may be the only possible way to reverse this disaster."
Miranda nodded, "We will search, quickly and quietly, sir."
"Do your best. In the meantime, spread word to as many Kindred in our organization as possible…it is not safe to go to the outside world. Stay in the tower."
Hearing about the deaths of Cedric and Lafayette put him in a good mood. So he was going to do the shopping for Angelique for a change. The five or six heavy bags of groceries were nothing to someone like Cadmus, who was always used to carrying heavier. He would be back at the tower soon, and she'd be pleased.
A gunshot whizzed by his ear. "What the…?" He looked back, "Sabbat?" He gently put the bags down, then got his axe out, "Ha…you guys must have balls of steel if you wanna attack a member of the Camarilla this close to the red tower."
He bisected one of the attackers. But when the bloodied pieces fell to the ground, his eyes widened, "Wait…you guys aren't…Kindred?" He looked around. The kine approaching him had mindless eyes, like they were drones or possessed soldiers. Cadmus looked down the street, there had to be at least hundreds heading his way. And he didn't want to think about how many there were around the street corner.
He turned and booked it, picking up the bags and getting shot in the back. He was barely hurt by the bullets, but he was scared enough as it was.
When he entered his room, he panted, a little bloodied and disheveled, "Don't…don't go outside…"
Angelique was sewing something, something leather. Her delicate fingers snatched the thread she was holding between her teeth, "Huh? Why, is there a mob or something?"
"Kinda." He said, putting all the bags near the fridge, "I think I still have bullets inside of me, damn it." He felt his back, "I'm gonna get these outta me and call Miranda, see what the hell is going on."
She stood up, "What are these? Groceries?" She stuck the needle in the jacket she was working on and stood up, digging her paws through the paper and plastic.
"Yeah. I thought we were running out."
"I'll have enough for weeks…" She said, looking back up, "Thanks. You'll have to tell St—Ferrum to lay off for a while."
He gave a small smile, "Can't take his fast food barrages?"
"You buy me actual food." She said, "I don't think he knows what lettuce is."
He laughed and laughed, "I guess that's how he was raised…" He said, "Alright, I'll go call his wife, I'll only be a few minutes."
"Wife…?" Angelique asked, "They got married? She proposed to him?"
"Not sure if it's anything official. Pretty sure Ferrum just put a ring on her finger and that was that." He shrugged, "Don't really…have the heart or guts to tell either of them how it really works. I doubt they know how."
"…when are we gonna get married?"
His smile grew, "So you actually want to." He said, "Soon, I guess. When hell isn't freezing over on itself."
A little smirk spread on her thin lips. It always looked mischievous with her, "You know that will never be the case."
"I guess not." He said, plopping in one of the chairs at the table, "So when did you have in mind?"
"I don't know." She covered her ears, "Surprise me."
He snickered, heading to the fridge to patch up his wounds with a blood bag. He sat back at the table, sucking it dry, "I'm just surprised…is all…"
"About the mob?"
"No…I just…I can kinda be an idiot sometimes…"
"…huh?"
"I don't know…I've been thinking ever since…our spats…inside and outside of the warrens in New York…I…I do dumb things sometimes…and…and say dumber things. Really dumb things. I just feel bad…for…all the crap…that…you know…"
"I've had my fair share being an asshole too." She smiled, "I think it's just part of life."
He smiled back, looking at the tabletop, "You been feeling okay?"
"Yeah…why?" She asked, "Is there some kinda sickness going around the ghouls in the tower or something?"
"No…it's just…I don't know…with Cedric…"
"Oh. Yeah." She sat next to her leathery project again, "Yeah. I'm fine. He had it rough, but…I don't know, it's over now. Maybe he'll find who he was looking for."
"You think so?"
"I can hope."
He scooted his chair a bit closer to her, "I'm glad you're still here."
She looked confused, then giggled and ruffled his hair roughly, "What's up with you tonight? So nostalgic."
He held her close, kissing her on the lips, "I don't know…I'd say it's cause we have to be cooped up in here…but…I'm used to being a hermit thanks to Remus and Gideon anyway…so…"
"Did you want to call Missus Ferrum?"
He kissed her deeper, "That can wait."
She grinned sinfully before she pushed her tongue into his mouth and threaded her tiny hands through his hair. He moved forward with her a bit, gradually shifting her closer and closer to the tabletop. Her articles of clothing were flying off at concerning speed as Cadmus stripped her down.
She swatted all the belongings on the table to the side, they tumbled to the ground. Thankfully, there were no porcelain plates or glasses. She scooted back on the table, it creaked a tad, "You think it can take this?" She asked, a hand on his face.
"I'll just play with you on here. We'll finish somewhere cushier." He rubbed her hips, "I feel like plowing you on here would make these sore."
He leaned in and kissed her stomach, his cool hands tracing up and down her sides, but regularly caressing her bum. Anytime her lower abdomen quivered with pressure, he would give it a gentle bite, massaging it with his jaws.
"C-Cadmus…" Warm breath fluttered through his hair as she tried to regulate her breathing. Her legs were smooth against his neck and cheeks as she gripped onto him, her hands grasping at the edges of the table.
He smiled and bit a little harder, keeping his fangs on the sideline for now. The grip on her rear hardened a bit, as he tried to provoke a rhythm while he kept biting and suckling on her lower abdomen.
Angry red lines followed after her fingernails as she dragged them across his shoulders. This was after she moved her legs down around his waist, holding him right in place. She needed him there and she needed him to stay there until she was finished, which was approaching at a rapid pace.
He held her close, moving up a bit as he kissed her on the lips. Meanwhile, his hands grabbed her breasts, an overwhelming sense of relief flooded him as he finally held them after all this time, "Let me…let me know…if you want to go upstairs…"
She pressed a quick kiss against his cheek, "S-Sure."
He scooped her up and went upstairs, setting her down on the bed, and now finally undressing, "I'm…I'm just going to…come out with it." He said, "I'm big."
"Okay…" She said slowly, "I know that…"
If he could blush, he would have by now. His pants came off, all that was left was his underwear, "No…I just mean that…I…I really want you…like…badly…" He took his underwear off, "Sorry if…if that muddles up the mood…"
She stared at his member, "No…no, no…" Her voice was a little distant, "You're good…"
"We can stop."
"No…no, no, no." She said, "Please." She hopped on the bed and spread her legs.
He got on top of her, kissing her for a while, he teased her entrance with the tip of his shaft, "Ready? Or no?" Her aroused sigh was plenty of an answer. He smiled and pushed in a bit, thrusting into her for a good period of time while latched onto her, "Shit…this feels so nice…"
She grit her teeth, her eyes closed, "Ye—yeah…you're telling me…"
"Damn it…you might…you might get flooded…sooner than I thought…"
Her warm hands traced down his sides, she then grasped onto his ass, "Whenever you're ready…"
He swore again once he felt her hands on his rear, releasing his load as he plunged deeply inside of her. He hoped he wasn't causing her too much pain or discomfort, but at this point, it was more than beyond his control.
For Angelique, the pain was worth it.
Her climax took her by storm, her walls clenching around him like a vice-grip. Watching him grunt in surprise made her laugh. As he continued to rock into her, she felt yet another build up a lot faster than the last one.
His kisses stopped to allow her to sigh and cry out, and every so often he would look down at her squished up boobs to give him a bit more perk and energy to keep going. When he finally released his load, she felt her last orgasm consume her. As the heat from her skin faded, she felt the cool air on her sweat covered body and shivered.
He noticed her shaking and bundled them both up in covers accordingly once he pulled out, "You good?" He held her close.
"Yeah." She smiled, pressing her lips to his briefly, "Sometimes I forget how cold it is…"
"I'll keep you warm." He cuddled her close, "So…we're going to get married…"
She closed her eyes and rested her head under his chin, "We don't have to do it right away…I wouldn't mind waiting a few years."
He took a deep whiff of her hair and relaxed, squeezing her, "I'm kinda glad though…that…that sounds nice…"
"…uh huh…" Her eyelashes tickled his collarbone.
"Goodnight Fleance." He smiled.
"Nighty night Cadmus…" Her arms gripped around him tighter as she dozed off in his arms.
Something was not right. Basil peeked his head from behind the corner of a building. Humans were attacking him in a fierce rage. Over what, he wasn't so sure.
He winced as he walked the streets. He was safe, for now, but having his wings crumpled under his shirt and coat was a highly annoying experience. He needed to get back to the red tower, and quick. Nothing would be worse than joining the Camarilla for less than a week only to be found dead, and killed by kine, no less.
He detected a shadow close by, and whirled around, "Finley?" He looked shocked. "No…not you too!" He backed away.
Finley advanced towards him, with a small pocket knife. Her eyes were as mindless and clouded as all the other kine he fought through. "No!" Basil caught both her arms as she attacked, "Remember? It's me. The winged fool you met in a cave, remember?" He held her arms back, but she was a bit more muscular than he expected, even for a normal human.
He swore under his breath. He accidentally killed a few of the humans attacking him, but he was not killing this one, "Mademoiselle…" He grit his teeth. He squeezed her right wrist, with such force that Finley flinched and dropped the knife, "Alright, come on, come on." He scooped her up, but she was far from willing. She thrashed around in his arms, as far as she was concerned, he was still an enemy vampire that needed to be killed.
"Listen to me." He struggled to keep a constant pace. "I'll put you to bed. This will be a dream. I'll keep you someplace safe, this will all be a dream to you…just like meeting me in the cave…those nights before. You'll forget."
Sirius was all laughter as he entered his house, "Oh my god…it's total freaking chaos out there!" He snickered, "Oh yeah, some of the TV stations might not work…"
"Yeah, I was wondering about that…I thought our cable went out or something." She said, walking into the kitchen to wash her hands. She turned the water on, then stopped it and screamed, "Sirius!"
He slowly followed her inside, rubbing the back of his head, "Look, I know it's a big house and everything…but I was like…ten feet away from you. Cool it with the tone…"
Her grimace could stop ogres. "Why…the hell…is the heart in the fucking kitchen sink." She seethed.
"Jeez…I could jerk one out to that face if I tried hard enough."
She rolled her eyes, "Get it out." Her arms crossed, "Now, please."
"Look, I can explain…hear me out."
She raised an expectant brow.
"Someone put it in his pants."
He received a blank stare. "…what?"
"I mean…without my approval."
That seemed to relax her. 'Relax', as in, disperse the anger to someone other than Sirius. "Who? Who is this guy? I think we should invite him over to dinner."
"Not sure if that's a good idea." He said, finally walking over to take his heart out of the sink, swallowing it whole in a painful and arduous process.
She looked away, still irritated, "I'll make him steamed dumplings. Two of them."
"Juliet…"
She looked back at him, "So, why is our cable out?"
"Uh…vampire ruckus…let's call it that." He reached out for a hug, "You should cool off now. Don't wanna boil the babies…"
She hugged him, "They're not gonna boil. Just seeing your heart scares the crap out of me…"
"Now you know why I had to freaking clean it."
"Yeah, the fact that it was rubbin' up against some dude's junk doesn't help…ugh, that's gross..." She shuddered, "Who the hell do you work with?"
"Lots and lots of people. Of varying sides." He smiled, "It's fun to see what moves and counterattacks they'll all make."
"Yeah, like stuffing some dude's organ down his pants." She said, upon realization of what she had just said, she shuddered, "I really want to smack this bastard with a frying pan…" She sighed, breaking the hug, "So what's up with the vampire ruckus?"
"Mass brainwash. It's fun." He said, "Can't wait to see how the Camarilla counters it."
"Mass brainwash?" She asked, "That sounds horrible…"
"That's cause it is." He said, then he smiled, "Well, good thing you're my ghoul, or else you'd be caught up in that mess!"
Now she really looked scared, "Are they all gonna die?"
"It's possible. If nothing gets done."
"Are there kids caught up in this too?"
"Probably. The elderly…all that jazz." She sat on the couch, visibly upset. "Oh, come on." He sat next to her, "This shit's child's play to my boss. He'll reverse it."
"Then why isn't it undone yet?"
"Because he hasn't even figured out who did it yet."
"Do you know?"
"Eh…probably Gideon's handiwork…if I were to guess…"
"And you didn't tell your boss?"
"Jeez…I will, I will…I just got home…"
She rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the shirt, her kiss heated and furious. For some reason, deep in the back of his head, he was reminded of another pair of red lips smashing onto someone else's with just as much anger, in a simpler time.
"I just…wanted to spend some time with you first…is all…" He said, in a quieter voice.
"I figured as much." She gave a softened smile, pinching his cheek, "What am I going to do with you?"
"I don't know, it's up to you." He hugged her close, rubbing the back of her head.
"Oh yeah? How about you plow me?"
He grinned, "You wanna get plowed?"
"I do."
He kissed her on the lips, "Part of me is pretty freaking glad that you've been hornier, if anything."
She linked her arms around his shoulders, "What are you gonna do about it?"
"Bang you, clearly."
She snickered, "Well?"
He took his coat off, then his shirt, "Anything hurt?"
"My back, kinda."
He unbuttoned his pants, "Then take your clothes off and lay on your stomach. I'll rub your back…if I don't cream on it first."
She snickered, "Do you wanna do this on the couch?"
"We can go upstairs if you want."
"Maybe I want you to do me over the washing machine." She crossed her arms, "I want you to spice it up for me."
"Ugh…but you complained about my creativity earlier." He said, "You're such a pain…" He shook his head, smirking, "Where exactly did you have in mind?"
"Surprise me."
"Hmm…" He looked around, "I don't know…I got…a lotta rooms in here…jeez…I'll bang you against the wall if I get too impatient…"
"That wouldn't help my back."
"Maybe a cooling gush of semen would."
"Oh, yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes, "Take me somewhere." She hooked an arm around his shoulders and jumped into his arms.
His eye widened, but he caught her in time. He smiled at her, "I'm glad we can still be…free-spirited like this."
"You thought the spark would die?" She asked, her eyes warm and glimmering, "Not with you."
"Alright…" He started walking through the halls of his giant house, "I mean…got a lot of options…but your back hurts…so…somewhere soft…but not a bed or couch…"
"Well, it can be, I guess…it can also be somewhere hard, so long as you give me a good rubdown."
"Or I can just go on the bottom." He said, "Yeah, let's do that." He paused at the kitchen counter, "How about here?"
"Kinky."
"Alright." He took off the rest of his clothes, jumping up and laying back on the counter, "Get on."
She giggled, stripping herself down before she carefully crawled on top of him, "God, if we fall I'm gonna break my neck."
"Come on…it isn't that high up." He said, "Relax, so I can get your back."
"Want me to sit up?"
"Nah, I got you." He moved her so their faces were directly staring at each other, then he gently started to rub her back. She closed her eyes, leaning in until her forehead was against his shoulder. Her hands smoothed over his chest like she was in hypnosis.
He focused mainly on the small of her back, pressing inward with his thumbs to ease some of the pressure. Meanwhile, his lengthy shaft was brushing up either her hip or her lower abdomen.
"Sirius."
"Wha?"
"It's hard to relax when that thing is staring me down."
"Oh. That just happens when I look at you now…for periods of time." He said, "Feel free to play with it."
She rolled her eyes, "Keep rubbing, please."
He kept massaging her, "Jeez…you got a lotta knots…" He said, "I wonder why."
"Yeah, I dunno, maybe having four little kids in there is actually kicking in. Either that or some dude's been plowing me too hard."
"Tch…you're hardly showing…for one…and the second thing's impossible too. My plowing keeps you in good health, not the other way around."
She giggled, her breath felt warm against his chest, "Yeah, almost forgot." She reached her hand down and slowly wrapped it around his shaft, sliding it up and down.
He swallowed hard, "God damn it…" He said, "I thought I was gonna drink outta you to get you off…"
A finger traced the bulging vein on the underside, "Yeah, well…now I just really wanna see you come all over…" She grinned sinisterly.
"Just…like…now…like…right now?"
"As soon as possible…" She added a little more pressure.
"Ah…damn it…wait, wait…you don't care if…if it gets all over you…?"
"Nope."
His face looked extremely giddy, "I think I'll cry…"
One of her eyebrows twitched, "Sirius…" She gripped harder.
"Okay…okay…wait…sometimes I just like…staring at you…and taking everything in…and just…thinking about what a big sexy slut you are…"
The fact that she was still glaring at him probably helped a lot.
He closed his eye, "I'm gonna picture you happier. And more pregnant."
She kissed his neck, "And I'll picture you less weird." She stroked him a little faster.
He released right into her hands, grabbing her and forcing her down on top of him so he had something ease the throbbing pain and pressure. Because of this, Juliet felt a small mess travel up her stomach, but at the very least, Sirius enjoyed himself. Judging by the amount of noise he made, the way he spread his legs, and the iron-clad grip he had around her, this much was obvious.
She pressed kissed from his throat to his ear, "I should jerk you off more often. It's hot when I actually have my wits about me and can watch you fall apart…"
"Is that right…?" He asked, half-tired, half-relaxed. "I ain't that weird, am I?"
"Sirius, you had to wash your heart in my kitchen sink because a coworker stuffed it down his pants."
"…oh…oh yeah…" He said, "Alright…your turn…now…position…position yourself…o-over my mouth…I'll clean you out."
"Hmm…?" She asked, "Hon, it's like…almost five A.M…if you want to sleep…I mean…"
"Nah…nah…won't be fair…I gotta get you…you taught…you taught me that, remember?"
She smirked and held his face, "Sirius…we're both covered in semen and I'm sore…I think maybe a nice shower and a good night's rest will be better…"
"I'm…I'm not tired…I swear…I love you…"
She kissed him gently, "I'm tired. Let's go shower, you lug." She got off of him, dabbing herself off with paper towels.
A/N: Because I can't get this scene out of my mind:
Juliet: Ah, so you're the bastard who put my husband's heart down your pants.
Dragomir: And you're the lovely Missus…what…what are we doing with the frying pan—
Juliet: *hits him with pan*
Dragomir: *clutching head in agony*
Juliet: Next time you wanna play with someone's heart, do it to someone who isn't spoken for.
Dragomir: does it hurt
Juliet: What?
Dragomir: your husband's heart lies in my pants
Juliet: SIRIUS GET HIM OUT
Thanks for reading!