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 7
Algaliarept materialized in his kitchen with a crack of thunder and lightning, shattering every piece of glass and scaring Pierce, who dove behind the counter to avoid the demon's wrath.
"Damn it!"
Pierce peeked over the top of the counter. "What manner of insect has crawled into your saddle?"
"What?" Al snarled. "Shut up! Damn it! Dali denied my writ. I protested Newt taking Morgan from me, but he said I was not fulfilling the teacher student contract we agreed upon. She gets a month to try and do better than me, and if Morgan is more learned in that time Newt gets to keep her permanently and all I'm left with is you."
Pierce stood up. Following his last aborted escape attempt, and a beating he was still bruised from, Al had fitted him with a charmed silver bracelet on each wrist, as well as a charmed silver choker. He could not use the slightest bit of magic unless Al expressly allowed it. "I swan thou knew such was likely to be the result. Thou hast not been the most worthy of…"
Al, suddenly standing right beside Pierce, lashed out with a backhanded slap. His familiar crashed face first into the far wall and slid to the ground, stunned, his lips and cheek bleeding. "Stop talking like that! I know you aren't stuck in old English. You just do it because you think it makes you sound distinguished. It doesn't. It makes you sound stupid!"
Pierce stood up and wiped his mouth. "Fine! You're an idiot, Al. You knew this was going to happen sooner or later. You never had any interest in teaching Rachel anything. You just wanted to keep her close so no one else would find out what she was capable of, and delusional demon that you are, hoped she would start seeing things your way."
Al shrugged. "What am I worried about? Newt won't see Rachel as anything more than a tool…"
"…like you," Pierce said, just loud enough for the demon to hear. He was backhanded again, for his trouble.
"And that's assuming Newt remembers Rachel at all. Then once the month is over, Rachel will be back where she belongs." Al crossed his arms. "Though a little insurance policy probably wouldn't be a bad idea."
"I take it you have something in mind?"
Al sneered. "Oh yes."
"Something devious, no doubt, and cruel."
"Ah, Pierce. You know me too well."