NOTES & REFERENCES: The title is a quote from Natalia Kills' song "Nothing Lasts Forever".
Apparently, "cuero" means leather in Spanish. Haha! The dictionary-website I learned that word from suggested this: el cuero (Lat. Amer.: Hond., Méx.) [col.] – the beautiful woman. Sorry! Dang, I just don't speak Spanish :p I won't change it. Let's just pretend Vaas speaks a very colloquial, latin american Spanish.
I included a little sexy time! Woohooo! I don't think I ever had so much fun with writing fan fiction. Welcome me to the Vaas-Lovers.
Shout out to DecoDevolution for kindly reviewing! Thank you!
Part 3 - "Kiss me like the world will end, pull that shirt, I pull the shades, you can be my last regret"
It was already getting dark on the second day of me being alone in the cage. I had tried yelling again and it had exhausted me, I felt like I was going crazy. "I heard you scream my name out here, cuero. I liked that." I flinched at hearing Vaas' voice behind me and turned around. There he was, sitting outside the metal bars, playing with his gun. At first it took my speech, but I gathered the courage to say something. "Don't think too much of it."
A light chuckle was to be heard. "I see you obey me now. Good. That's good. I like that, aswell, little seniorita. You had enough of being alone out here? Huh? I thought so, too. Must be very lonesome for you. Fucking sucks being alone, huh, seniorita? Does it?" While speaking, he slowly stood up and opened the cage door, running his fingers along the metal. I surveyed him approaching, his eyes fixed on mine, him sitting down next to me, now running his fingers along my leg, which sent a tingle through my body. He came closer, until his lips were right beside my ear. I held my breath as he spoke. "Thought about why you're so alone? Huh? What am I gonna do with you, cuero?" I felt Vaas' hot breath on my neck, his lips just centimeters away from touching my skin. He placed his hand on my thigh. The sexual tension that build up had me wanting him even more than before. I could not speak. "What am I gonna do to you? What is my fucking desire? What's yours? Emilia" It was the first time he ever said my name. I did not even know he knew it. I placed my hand on his, pressing it onto my thigh and panted. I could feel Vaas smiling at my neck, as he grabbed onto my leg harder. "Emilia. Cuero, I know you don't like being my hostage. What am I gonna do? Come with me"
In an instant, he was on his feet, leaving me breathless on the ground. I slowly got up, and the pirate pulled out his gun and placed it to my head. He pressed me to leave the cage and led me through the forest to a small village, without saying a single word. I didn't dare to speak, either. I was still breathless, and filled with lust from before. Walking still hurt, as my whole body was bruised and covered in flesh wounds.
When we reached the camp, I already knew something was planned out. Lots of pirates were gathered, all facing something they formed a kind of half-circle around. As we approached, I could see what they all were looking at: six young, European hostages, lined up in a row, all beat up and bruised, covered in blood, some of them unconscious. Brad, Laura. Derek. Jon and Maggie. My friends. "Emilia!" Maggie yelled as soon as she spotted me. Her face was completely deformed and bloody. Vaas led me to them and lined me up. "I decided what we're going to do with our little hostages here!" he said triumphantly, and some of the men around us cheered. "You know, we don't like new kids on the island, so –" - "Let us go!" It was Derek. Vaas turned around and started yelling. "You fuck! I showed you authority! I warned you, you little piece of shit, so now shut the fuck up while I'm talking, yes? Shut the fuck up!" He pulled out his gun, stepped over to Derek and hit him in the face. My friend's head flew back. I stared at the pirate.
"Emilia!" Vaas turned on his heel and faced me. He chuckled. "Emilia, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?" He placed is hands on the wall behind me, so that his strong arms framed my face. "Cuero, what is it?" I looked directly into his eyes and could see a spark of lust being brought back. Without hesitating and thinking it over, I leaned forward, grabbed the back of his neck and stared kissing him. My torn lips and his hot ones fit perfectly onto one another. We kissed for what felt like a second, although it must have been quite a while. He had taken control over the kiss and made it passionate, almost violent. Then, he freed his lips from my kiss, took his hands to my shoulders and pushed me away. Quickly, he pulled out his gun and before I could scream "No!", he had shot Derek, Jon and two of the others of my friends in the head. He continued, as I looked into Maggie's horrified face. She was faced with the death of Jon and the others, has had to witness me kissing the man that tortured and killed them and was now facing her own death that was going to come inevitably. All I saw in her face was disappointment. Then a bullet hit her forehead and her lifeless body sank to the ground. It was quiet in the camp for a second, then, I let out a horrified scream. Tears ran down my face as I looked around and saw all of my friends' lifeless, injured bodies. And I saw Vaas, standing in midst of the scene, eyeing me. My feet started running toward him, my fists clenched, and I started punching him in the chest, still screaming. "You monster! You don't deserve to live! Vaas, you horrible creature!" But once again, his hands quickly clasped around my arms and suppressed my attack. "Shh, hush, cuero! Hush. Calm down, amiga!" I lost my power to fight Vaas' attempt to tranquillize me and let myself sink to the floor, lie next to all of my murdered friends. I looked up. "Kill me! What are you waiting for! Kill me, Vaas, you monster, shoot me now, end it here!" I yelled at him. "Come on!" But he just turned around and left the stage.
After the horrible show, I was violently dragged into a little house, well, more of a shed. It only contained of one room that had a bed and a shelf with some books in it. I was paralyzed, I could not cry, nor could I scream. I could only stare out the tiny window.
I was lying on the bed, my back facing the door, when I heard it open. "I really hope you are here to take my life, Vaas, just let me die" I murmured.
He chuckled softly. "You are not a hostage anymore, you are free to go. Go and fucking die in the fucking jungle, nobody here gives a shit about you, cuero." I heard his fist hitting the thin wall.
"What, you want me to go?" I asked. Now he was by my side, turned me to lie on my back and pinned me to the bed. I stared into his eyes. "Do I look like I fucking care? Go on, seniorita. Leave. But you will never leave this island. It is my fucking island. It will devour you." He loosened his grip on me and turned to leave. "You think, cuero. Anyway, it would be a shame to waste you like that. Ta-ta. Bye, bye" Vaas always left as abruptly as he came. There was no making him stay, no getting him to leave. Everything was under his control. It disgusted me, but my lust for him had not faded a bit. He took everything that I have had – including my sanity. Now that I was the only one of us left, all I could hold onto was him. He was dangerous and he still scared me. But as crazy as he was – he hadn't hurt me in the slightest way yet. I still wanted him, and tried to forget about how I was betraying my dead friends, how Vaas had brutally killed them without hesitating. If I wanted to live, I had to go with my instincts. He was security, security of the jungle and the other pirates, and eventhough what he did to other people every day disgusted me, I wanted him for the way he treated me. For him whispering my name, his touch that made me shiver and his kiss – he allured me in a way I could not describe. I wanted the danger, the excitement, the enormous passion. I wanted the villain.
Later this evening, I went out looking for Vaas. It was deep into the night actually, I guessed around 3 am, but it wasn't too long ago when I heard his crackling laughter from somewhere around the area I was in. I passed a small campfire, newly lit, and stopped. I looked around, and as I turned, I saw him standing in the door of one of the houses. His chest was exposed as he wore no shirt, and I could clearly see all of his defined muscles. He began to smirk at the sight of me. "Got lost, cuero?"
"I was looking for you.", I brought myself to say. His smirk got bigger. "Peek-a-boo" he said quietly. "My turn." Startled at the sight of his flawless body, I didn't answer. As usual, he knew what I was thinking. "Like what you see, yes?" The spark in his eyes had me assuming he had the same idea in his head as I did. I stepped forward, approaching him. As soon as I was within reach, the pirate grabbed me and pulled me as close as he possibly could, pushed me against the doorframe and started kissing me, starting off where we had left earlier that day. As I was touching the fine contours of his muscles, his hands ran along my legs and hips, up to my breasts. Vaas knew exactly where to touch me. He moved on to kissing my neck and I could feel the stubbles of his beard on my skin, and I grasped onto his back, my fingernails scratching his bare skin. With just one move, Vaas had ripped apart my shirt, exposing two huge, slowly healing wounds and countless hematomas. He stroked my face softly with one hand while the other was snapping my bra open in an instant. I gasped for air, fingering at his belt, no time to loose. We moved into the house and he slammed the door shut.