Chapter Four

"Visser Three's New Word"

Their shouting went on for so long that One's voice began to get sore-- but she wasn't going to give it up until his mind was winded, and he fell from mental strain. Even if the council threatened her, she wasn't going to try to get along with that idiot. The smarter side of herself should have thought of it because if she wasn't there, who would be there to oversee the invasion of Earth? Esplin would find someway to worm his way out of death, like he always did. Damn coward.

As they stood face-to-face, there was a loud screeching sound, and their eyes moved towards one of the doors. Both of them were too stunned to move, but Visser One snapped out of it a made for the door. When the door was fully opened, a waiter appeared. She noticed, as soon as his eyes landed on Visser Three, that his knees suddenly went weak, the tray in his hands wobbling slightly in his shaky hands.

He sucked it up, and looked at Visser One. "Visser," he greeted respectfully with the nod of his head. "The council told me to offer you two food and water to go with your stay here."

Visser One's hopes dropped, and shattered to the ground. "They have not changed their minds?"

"No…" He dropped his eyes, as Visser Three made his way to the door, shoving Edriss out of the way with his tail, paper cutting her in the arm.

((You mean that I am to stay here with this-this filth?)) Esplin raged. His tail whipped around in the air in anger, threatening to kill the messenger.

"Un-until you get along…" The waiter looked as if he was trying not to break into laughter. Knowing that he was somewhat safe for now, he turned and left, the door slamming shut behind him.

"LET ME OUT!" screamed Visser One at the door. But it was no use.

Visser Three looked down at the tray, tail cocked and ready to smash everything it. Edriss noticed the movement. "Wait!" she screeched. "We don't know when they're going to get back in here." If Esplin had been on a Looney Tunes cartoon, steam would have been coming out of his elf-like ears, but at least his tail went down, until it almost rested on the ground. It seemed to make sense to him.

With that Visser One went over to the tray and picked it up, looking at everything that was on it. A sandwich and water. "Nothing for you!" she said, opening the bottle of water and drinking from it.

Esplin's rage suddenly got the better of him, and his tail whipped forward, slashing into the bottle of water. With that, feeling much better, he stepped forward, and dipped his hoof into the puddle, drinking up what was left, as Edriss looked at him in fury. Happy of the reaction, Visser Three moved his tail to her throat. ((Don't want you lapping up any of it,)) he insulted.

Visser One rolled her eyes, putting the tray down and lay down against the wall. "I'm going to sleep-- and I trust that you're not going to do anything in fear of having your only chance of getting out of this place." With that, she rolled over, with her back towards him, just tempting him to make a move. Of course, when he did make a move, it wasn't in the way that she was suspecting.

Visser Three jerked himself around, angered at the fact that he didn't get to her. He didn't have time to get along with someone like her-- it would put him behind schedule of his great plan of conquest. Well… He was already behind because of certain bandits that surely were not human. Only his great enemy-- the Andalite-- would be that clever enough. They were worth having as enemies-- not those blundering animals that tottered on two legs. Visser One's conquest wasn't all that great because, after all, they had two legs, were nearly blind, and had possibly the worst sense of smell.

He began to think in circles over and over again eventually writing a mental list about how he would be so much better at being a Visser One than Edriss. As time passed something, slowly but surely, began to seep into his mind, something that bewildered even his host. It was subtle, warm and fuzzy-- a feeling that Esplin was not used to, and he didn't like it as soon as he felt it. Well no, after a while, he decided that he really did kind of like it. He turned around and looked at the sleeping Visser One, turning his triangular-shaped head to the side.

Esplin took a dangerous step forward, just curious. A curiosity that he hadn't felt since he was a child. A part of Alloran's personality seemed to have rubbed off: the part where he thought about his life, every detail of what led up to what; all the maybe's in his life. Esplin thought about all the times he had been so cruel to Edriss-- she was the perfect opponent. He was the perfect conqueror, he was brilliant, clever, and could have anything he wanted-- and she always stood up to oppose him.

It was… It was-- what was that human term he had often caught glimpses of on human magazines? … Sexy… That was it. It was a wonderful, peculiar word. Seemed to explain him in a way, but the term could be used as a verb, could it not? Yes, yes, her actions were… Sexy.

AN: I'm going to start updating this every other day like I did with Willing Host, with Two Chapters, just so everyone knows, lol.