NAME: Kirk Baldridge
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TITLE: Sometimes You Get What You Need
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, names, places, etc. They all belong to Kim Harrison, and I would just like to take this opportunity to thank her for creating them.
FANDOM: The Hollows
PAIRING: Rachel/Ivy
RATING: K+
SUMMARY: Several of Rachel's relationships are in jeopardy.
SPOILER: Sequel to You Don't Always Get What You Want and set sometime after Black Magic Sanction. While you don't need to read my previous stories to follow and (hopefully) enjoy this one, it would help.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I feel a little explanation is necessary. My Immortal and its sequel, Through Her Eyes, are a separate timeline from my other four stories, which-if you wanted to read them all-technically belong in this order. You Don't Always Get What You Want, Love and Vampires, Disturbing, and Sometimes You Get What You Need.
CHAPTER 5
Newt was coming out of Rachel's closest as the witch walked into her room. She was indeed naked; with a skin tone only a shade or two more than chalky and no hair anywhere but on her head. Her curves were subtle, no hips to speak of and breasts that seemed almost like an afterthought. If this was a body she liked to wear, rather than her real one, it was not one she had spent too much time designing, and if it was indeed her real body she was an oddly androgynous female.
"Hey!" Rachel noticed the demon holding one of her black leather skirts and a red halter. One of her earlier outfits that she hadn't worn recently but still. "Those are mine! What do you think you're doing?"
"I need these. I can't walk around on this side of the lines naked, now can I?"
Rachel crossed her arms. "I suppose not." She hoped she sounded braver than she felt, because inside she was scared to death. Not so much for herself, but for Ivy and Jenks. "But what's wrong with you own?"
"I'm tired of purple. I hate purple. Minias was the one who told me I looked good in purple." Newt pouted. "I miss him."
'Then why did you kill him?' Rachel sighed. "Fine. Wear them if you want." Seeing that things were calm for the moment, the witch went into her closet and put on a pair of black jeans and a dark blue top. By the time she came back out, tying her flame-red hair in a ponytail, Newt was dressed and sitting on the edge of her bed. Ivy and Jenks watched worriedly from the doorway. "I didn't summon you. I know my friends didn't. So what exactly are you doing here, Newt?"
The demon looked genuinely surprised. "I need to have a reason to come visit family?"
"Family?" Rachel was so busy staring at Newt she missed the shocked expression on Ivy's face. "The hell are you talking about? You're a crazy ass demon from the ever after…"
"…and so are you," said Newt. "In a manner of speaking."
Rachel shook her head. "I'm really not in the mood." She tapped into the ley line behind the church. "Rhom…" Before she could finish the word Newt was off her bed and had a hand clamped over her mouth.
"No! No circle! I just want to talk, Rachel."
'If I push her, she could tear this place apart. We're lucky she hasn't desanctified it again. Maybe if I let her have her say, she'll give up and go home.' She nodded, and Newt let her go. "Go ahead, but never touch me again."
Newt suddenly moved toward the bedroom door, cocking her head at Ivy. "Your vampire doesn't seem to like me very much. I ought to tear her head from her shoulders." Rachel tensed and Ivy snarled, but did not otherwise move. "Only that would hurt you, wouldn't it?" She spun around, eyes wide. "I remember now. You love her?"
"Yes I do." Rachel glanced at Ivy, who was trembling, her eyes pure black. 'Please, please stay calm, love.' She pushed down her fear and focused on Newt. "You were about to explain? What are you doing here?"
"I told you, I came to talk."
"About what?"
"You."