Don't You Wanna Stay?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: I have attention-deficit-plot-bunny-disorder. My TB/X-Men X-over is coming to a close soon, probably over the next week/week-and-a-half so I'm going to try and make efforts to get more work done on this. While trying to corral all of my plot-bunnies that keep springing into full-blown fics.
Here we've got some bad-guy teaming-up going on and some fluffiness. Not sure how much more Lemony-goodness I'm going to have in this fic or how much longer I'm going to keep it going but this should give you an idea about where I'm heading with it.
I might stop this before the Russell story-line and then start a sequel that is more S/E-centric instead of Seren/Godric because they've kinda stolen this one and that storyline is ALL Eric.
Chapter Thirteen
Sophie-Anne stared in fury at the news update one of her underlings put together for her. Not only has Compton failed to secure the telepath but he let a fucking angel slip right under his fucking radar.
Now her telepath is bonded to Eric-motherfucking-Northman and the mother-fucking Seraph Princess of all fucking creatures is mated, mated for fuck's sake, to Godric the Gaul.
She is going to fucking eviscerate Compton when she gets her fangs on the smarmy little bastard. Premier procurer her ass. He's nothing more than a psychotic conman with a Rhett-Butler complex. A conman she's going to rip into teeny-tiny little pieces before shipping his bloody remains to that heifer Lorena for recommending him for a position in her court. The little bitch.
A sound – the faintest hint of feathers-on-feathers – drew her from her enraged daydreams.
"How did you get in here?" She demanded shrilly, reaching for the button that would alert her guards only to be pinned in place by a very large, very pointy sword that burned when it touched her pale skin. Liquid silver. Whoever-the-fuck this was, he'd dipped his weapon in liquid silver. She hissed as a drop fell onto her skin and burned through to bone.
Really fucking concentrated liquid silver.
Moving from the shadows she caught sight of his gilded-silver hair and startlingly bright blue eyes.
"My name is Luke." He said in a soothing voice that belied the harsh edge to his features. "And I believe we can be of use to each other."
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Seren stared out into the darkest hour of the night that heralds the dawn from one of the balconies lining the second story of Eric's palatial home. Thankfully this was one of the homes that her mate's progeny outfitted with light-tight shutters that close half-an-hour before dawn, she doesn't like spending time below ground if she can help it. She's a Seraph she was born for the skies not the depths.
Cool, wiry arms wrapped around her as Godric pulled her until her back – her wings tucked away for the day – rested firmly against his chest.
"What worries you?" He asked gently, kissing her neck just below her ear before resting his chin on the top of her head. He could feel her the tension in her body despite the thorough round of lovemaking he treated her to when they reached Eric's home. Her concern and the heaviness of her thoughts upon moving out onto the balcony came clearly through their bond and drew him from his reclining position upon the bed out into the last bit of the night.
"Many things." She said noncommittally, lifting her head and turning to look him in the eye. "I feel Sookie and Eric getting closer together every day. But once she is safe and they're mated…my duty here will be done and I will be expected to take a bigger interest in the ruling of my people. I am a Princess and now with coming out…" She shrugged. "I won't be able to just take off whenever I want anymore. I'll always be in the public eye and so will you. I guess it's just hitting me all the things that are going to change along with our mating."
He hummed under his breath before scooping her up in his arms.
"Things are changing." He agreed as he carried her over to their temporary bed and deposited her carefully between the sheets before sliding in beside her and cuddling her against his chest, one of her dainty hands splayed over his heart. "But all for the good. I am more…alive," he laughed at the word. "Than I've felt in centuries. And so are you. Our charges are falling in love and settling down into an eternity together. Things are good."
"They won't stay that way." She laughed, resting her head against his sternum as she felt the sun begin to rise.
"No," he kissed the top of her head as he felt the pull begin to take him under. "They won't. But we will weather the changes together. With the two of us together, who can stand against us?"
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"So you mean to tell me," Sophie-Anne eyed her surprise visitor with a gimlet stare. "That you are the Prince of the Angels?"
"Yes." Luke said with the patience of a being that has lived thousands of years and dealt with countless other idiot beings much more stupid than this petulant creature.
"And you're related to that…Seraph?" She arched a brow at the designation. Later once this…thing was gone she meant to do a great deal of research in her personal library. After she summoned her Hadley for a snack of course.
"Yes." He gritted his teeth this time. Seren. It's always Seren in the midst of whatever newest cataclysm was rocking the Angelic races. She was the one who never should've been born. She was the general in charge of the Seraph forces during the Angelic wars. She was the one who held him captive until that damned accord was struck.
And now she was the one that pushed for the Angelic races to go public all so she could claim her undead lover for a mate.
Seren.
His personal pain-in-the-ass niece for the last five thousand years.
"And why are you willing to go against the others of your kind, again?" Sophie-Anne tapped her fingers on the desk before her. Something about this mess stank to high heaven and she wasn't about to get in the middle until she knows exactly what kind of clusterfuck she could walk into.
"Going public was all Seren's idea." Luke's voice was a strict monotone, no life left in it. "With her removed the Angelics will go back into seclusion and stay out of human affairs. Like that of the young telepath you want for your own."
"Hmm." She did want her telepath. "If she is as powerful as you say, I'm not sure what you want from me."
"She has relocated to within your Queendom with her vampire mate." Luke sneered the word. "Simply keep her distracted by making trouble for him and his Viking progeny and I can take care of the rest. Do we have a deal?"
She hesitated a long moment. The only reason she's kept her crown this long is because of Eric the Northman. Fucking with him and his Maker – the second oldest vampire in the New World – seemed unwise to say the least. But she did want her telepath…
Perhaps she's found a use for Compton after all.
"We have a deal."
