Lighthouse Keeper's Daughter

Rating: M (violence, sexual themes)

Pairing: Alex/OFC

Genre: Romance/Crime

Summary: Alex is recovering from his... disease, his sickness. When a woman crosses his path his past comes out to help, and he possibly finds just who he needs to survive.

Author Note: Sorry for taking so long to post anything. Nothing is on hiatus, it's all just SLOW. Please, do forgive me. All the same, here is chapter two of Lighthouse Keeper's Daughter! I do hope you enjoy and please feel free to review and do whatever it is you want to do- besides steal. That's not nice.
I must note that I do NOT own Clockwork Orange, I failed to mention that earlier so I am now. Thanks, kids.


"Kill him." the words continued to ring through Alex's ears, each time it would reverberate louder until he finally allowed himself to crack a smile and stare at her with slight amusement.

"I'm all right with this." he laughed and relaxed in the passenger seat of her ride, trying his best not to stare at her legs and drool.

"You're the one who offered to be of assistance I would hope that you would be." she was calmer than he'd expect from an innocent-seeming woman that just told him they were going to murder someone.

"That I did." he nodded, "That I did..." he watched the cars that they passed, most of them a blur due to the speed her car was going. Her dress kept his eyes occupied most the time, paying more mind to that than the fact she had actually said something to him during his mindless daze at her silk smooth legs.

"Alex." she said with more force than he felt was needed, he flinched up at her and met her eyes. They were nice, the hue seemed hypnotic and dizzying. "Now, now, let us keep our eyes trained on something other than my legs, shall we?" she giggled lightly and he raised his brow, she winked and glanced back at the road ahead of them.

"I'm not about to make any promises, I'm just here for assistance." he growled, hunger hinting his lips as she applied more pressure against the gas peddle, making her thigh tighten and muscle up before releasing and going back to unmarred creamy skin that was more than exciting.

"Get out." he heard her demand, staring at her for a moment he obeyed, half tripping once he realised the ground before them was very rocky and unstable. The lighthouse was larger than life, its top was dim, but a flame still purred above them. It wasn't often he ever traveled this far out into the country side and he didn't imagine that after this he would continue to do so, but this wasn't about the future or about the past. This was about killing the man that was, bluntly, less than a man. "Welcome to my humble home, the towns lighthouse, the heirloom of my family." she gave a slight bow that was directed toward the lighthouse, almost seeming to introduce the lighthouse and Alex to each other.

"It's nice. Very... calm." he wasn't sure what the right word was, but it was more or less the only word that he could see fit for the moment. He'd always imagined that a lighthouse would be noisy with lots of water from the waves that crashed against its side flooding the floor level, but it seemed that his expectations were not met. The paint was fresh, the upkeep was clear to see. Crystal put hours of work into keeping the lighthouse running, more than Alex had thought the pristine woman had done.

"The shores here aren't bad during late Fall. I do much of the remodeling and cleaning around then. After that it's just touch-ups through the year when I can find a couple days that are not total Hell on the ol' places structure." she had locked up her car tight and was headed for the small door frame that he assumed was the main entry. "Come on." it was a simple request that he followed happily.

The interior was nice, it was mostly all mahogany wood that had been hand-made, sanded, and primed. He only saw two pictures, one of a little girl and an older man standing in front of the lighthouse. The photo was hung with care just beside the spiral stairwell that led both up and down.

"Your father." he didn't ask, he knew, but Alex couldn't help but say something in seeing the photo, the other was an older photo of a young woman that looked exactly like Crystal, possibly her middle twenties. The frame was settled in the middle of a round dinning table that could fit four at most on a good day with small plates. "Mother." he mumbled to himself at the next moment.

"Yes, Captain State-the-Obvious." she laughed at him and he felt her brush a hand along his side, if it was unintentional or not was beyond him but all the same it wasn't unwelcome.

"Hey now." he shot her curled smile and continued to look around her dinning area of the lighthouse, "When will he be showing?" Alex asked after a moment and she looked at him as she peeled off a layer of her clothing, another underneath it. He gave a scorned look at seeing that she wasn't revealing all the wonders that her body hid behind cloth. Crystal took this as invitation to sway her hips and move her body in all the right motions just to make him growl at her.

This relationship was going to be a very physical one, that he was sure of.

Crystal watched Alex in the corner of her eye and had an innocent, deceitful grin on her face. The man was handsome, there was no doubt in that, he was more than just handsome she knew.

Her intentions for going to the records was not all innocent, she could have easily gathered, by herself, in a small pool of resources to prove it was her lighthouse. Crystal knew the stories of Alex DeLarge, she knew of him very well. A mutual friend had told her all about the man and she was, needless to say, interested. She wanted this boy and she was going to get him one way or another, but it seems as if tables were turning and he'd get her, like it or not. This was a twist the young woman was more than content with as she slipped off one heel, then another and discarded them on the floor, making her way to Alex with growing intent.

"Evermore won't be here for another few hours. You were so quick to help me at the records that I don't know what to with all this extra time." she cooed, seductively pulling at his shirt and looking up at him with hungering eyes and a killer's smile. They were perfect, they'd had their hunts and fed their need for killing- all that remained was Evermore. Crystal hadn't pushed herself on Alex, he'd pulled her and she took this as an 'a-okay' to let things get out of hand.

"I think you know bloody damn well what you want to do with all this extra time." he growled into her neck and was biting down forcefully, swearing he could feel her skin break against the pressure his mouth was putting on.

"I'll admit, you've caught me." she winked at him and placed more heat between their hips and pulled away, racing down the spiral stairwell, Alex close behind her- not letting his prize escape from his lustful hunger. A room, it was lit by candles it seemed, everything was made specifically to use up each bit of flickering light to its full potential. The bed was fairly well sized, much larger than the dining room table. Alex hadn't wanted to try using the dining table as a temporary bed, but if need be, he would have. He was simply thankful that he didn't need to.

Midway through pulling off his suspenders and unbuttoning his shirt, Crystal was already on top of him and nibbling from his ear, down his neck. He wasn't satisfied with casual nips, it didn't hold any satisfaction with him. He needed more than that, he needed to be reminded he was alive.

Crystal was pushing him back until she finally had him almost to the bed where she put a harsh effort into pushing him on the bed, Alex fell back with a large thump as he made contact with the bed and smiled at the woman that was beginning to climb up on him and rested herself over his DeLarge. The final button on his shirt was still buttoned and his suspenders were still attached. None of this mattered, she didn't care, Alex could see this well as she grappled onto him and tried her hand at doing everything and anything that might taunt him, none were working on him until she finally bit down hard against his hip.

"Ouh!" he choked, not expecting the pleasure it had caused, or expecting Crystal to give him any pleasure at all. Just knowing she could was enough for him, she was his prey for the next few hours, but he had to be cautious of when Evermore arrived she would still be able to walk.

Purely physical.


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Chapter 3: The Bastard is Ruining Everything