The Eyes: The See
A/N: I'm sorry that this took so long to get out. I'm back so chapters should be coming out more regularly. I have a few ideas for the next few chapters already. I apologize again for the long wait.
Also, this chapter has my very first sex scene. I tried to make it tasteful. It's labeled so that if you want to skip it you can, but I suggest you read the rest of the chapter.
For anyone reading my DC fic, I am a bit lost for plot at this point but I will eventually get back to it.
Chapter Six: Energy
"Damn it! Where is he? It's been four days. Four days and we are still no closer to finding him." Anita raged as she stormed around the room. She had been pacing around the room for nearly a quarter of an hour, wearing a hole in Jean-Claude's plush carpet, waiting for Jean-Claude and Asher to get back from their meeting.
"Jean-Claude will be back soon. This looks like it will be a promising lead." Jason tried to calm her down for the umpteenth time.
"Then why won't they talk to me."
"Because you're the Executioner, you frighten them." Anita hated this. She was use to a vampire's fear of her being a good thing, not a hindrance. But this vampire was so afraid of her that he would go catatonic whenever she was in the room. Not being there to question the guy was wearing on her last nerve. Nathanial was hers to protect, because she was both his lover and his Nimir-Ra (queen of the pard), but she could do nothing sitting in a room like some child being kept out of the adult conversations. But most of all she hated feeling helpless. She had been helpless to stop the kidnapping; she'd been helpless to help rescue him. She had been helpless to save the now three dead lycanthropes that had been found all of which had marks of having been skinned several times. This monster was torturing his victims for days, weeks before killing them. And now they have Nathanial, and it was killing her.
Anita paced back and forth for another five minute before the door opened and Jean-Claude and Asher walked in.
"Well, what did he say? Does he know where Nathanial is being kept?" Anita asked.
"Non Ma Petite, however, Mr. Owens does the nighttime deliveries for the butchers on 14th. He said that he has been making weekly large meat deliveries to the same guy for the past month all to different locations but the same guy meets him. Two weeks ago when he was making the delivery a man jumped out of the back of the van shifted and passed out. Two others came out of the van, shot the guy with a tranquilizer dart and put the shifted man back into the van." Jean-Claude explained.
"What did the van look like? Did he get the plates? What is the client's name? When is the next delivery?" Anita started bursting off questions. This was the first lead she had gotten and she was not going to waste any time.
"Ma Petite slow down. We have all the information we are going to get from Mr. Owens. You need to feed before we go into this."
"Are you crazy we don't have time for this, I'll feed after we get Nathanial back."
"Ma Petite, you are not doing Nathanial any good by not feeding, if fact you are doing him a great disservice. Mr. Graison and Damian depend on you for energy. As such you have been stealing energy from Damian to support both you and Nathanial; however Damian has no more energy to give. If you do not feed you will be killing all three of you."
"Damn it." Anita hated that he was right, she hated that she was some kind of succubus. Worse off she hated that people depended on her feeding for survival. If it was just herself that was one thing but not feeding effected Nathanial and Damian and Nathanial needed all the energy he could get if he was to survive his capture.
"Fine, send everyone out." Anita ordered. She refused to do this with an audience if she could avoid it.
**Warning Sex Scene**
Anita quickly took off her shoes and sat in the middle of the bed, fully clothed, with her eyes closed. Taking in slow deep breaths Anita tried to calm herself down. She knew she could not raise the Ardeur in her current mental state. She felt the bed move as Jean-Claude crawled up behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders gently massaging the tension from her neck; running he long cold fingers down her arms. She knew it had been awhile since he last bed by how cold his skin was, but she chose not the think about that and just enjoyed the sensation.
Jean-Claude moved his hands to the front of her torso caressing her as he delicately unbuttoned her deep red blouse; revealing her black lacy bra and soft skin. Anita felt her breath shiver as his hands tickled hips as he reached down and lifted her onto his lap. She opened her eyes and leaned up pressing her lips to his, her inquisitive tongue demanding entrance. Her hands moved to grasp he head pulling him down and deepening the kiss until she was short of breath. "Damn vampires and your lack of need to breathe," she muttered to him.
"All the better to please you with my dear," He replied with a smirk planted firmly on his face.
"Don't get cocky." Anita told him as she pushed him off of her and proceeded to remove both his and her clothing. She loved how his tight leather pants made his ass look, it always made her hot, but they were a nuisance to the actual fucking process.
Anita carefully laid down onto the blue satin sheets pulling Jean-Claude on top of her; rubbing her thigh against him eliciting a moan of pleasure from his red lips. Anita mumbled encouragement when he found the curve of her breast. All the horrifying thoughts of what could be happening to Nathanial left her mind. Desire had lit up within her, taking hold and focusing her attention and lust onto Jean-Claude. Moving her hand between them she reached out and stroked his cock while undulating beneath him; gasping as he used his fingers to open her up. He danced his thumb over her lower lips, circling her opening and plunging his fingers deep within her. Anita was writhing and moaning under him and he continued to work her body. She had since let go of his hard cock and was grasping and scratching at his back. She could feel herself feeding on his lust, the energy filling her as she was waiting for his cock to fill her.
"Damn it! Fuck me already." She demanded loudly.
"As you wish Ma Petite," he told her as he quickly entered her hard, the tip of his penis slamming into her cervix.
"YES," she screamed, while digging her nails into his back and trusting her pelvis towards him trying to push him deeper. She didn't want it gentle; she wanted it hard and rough. She could feel herself nearing the edge and could tell Jean-Claude was there as well from the look in his eye. She mover her hands and grabbed a fist full of his long brown hair and pull his lips down to hers in a hard, deep kiss shrieking into his mouth as she quivered around him in orgasmic bliss. Felling her contractions around his pulsating cock sent him off to empty himself within her.
**Sex Scene Over**
"Who is Willow?" Nathanial asked his voice barely above a whisper. Xander knew that Nathanial didn't have much time left. His skin was cold to the touch, but Nathanial had stopped shivering hours ago. His body did not have the energy to try to save it self anymore.
"I don't remember, but I think she was someone special to me."
"Are you going to try and find her if we get out of here."
"No, I don't think she's alive anymore." Xander told him. For a few minutes they were quiet as Xander started at the window, as if trying to find the memory of his forgotten friend in the darkness.
"I'm sorry." Nathanial said trying to stop his new friend from falling into the dark recesses his mind. Xander had no memory of anything from before he was captured. The men need to break you before they could take a skin without it reverting back to human. As long as you remembered that you were human you lived for one more day. Xander would spend hours trying to remember who he was, and he always recited his name so as to not forget it. He had Nathanial doing the same.
"Don't be, I know everything I need. My name is Xander and as long as I remember that she can never win. And you my human kitten are Nathanial and I will never let you forget who you are. She cannot take our skin as long as we remember that regardless of the fact that we are lycanthropes, we are human; not animal."
"I like when you call me human, so few people see me as human anymore, even before I was infected."
"We are always human no matter what life makes us as long as we are alive they can't take our soul away, unless we give them permission."
"You'll protect my soul for me?"
"Always," He responded.
"I'm cold."
"Then rest and I'll protect your soul, for you have already saved mine."
Xander curled up around the sleeping redhead trying to keep them both warm, in the cold damp air that seemed to seep into his aching bones. Xander remembered when the boy came into his life, his presence saving the very last of his sanity.
Flashback
It had been days since anything came into the little window in the corner of the basement. Days since his captors bothered to feed him, or hose down his cage. The smell of mold, feces, and decomposing puddles of skin and blood, from past skinnings, was overwhelming, and the hunger was worse. The constant gnawing in his stomach as his body tried to digest itself for the energy to keep his heart pumping.
The day before the man in the adjoining cage gave up and attacked the other man in his cage killing him and resorting to cannibalism to satiate his hunger. Xander briefly thought of reaching thru his bars and trying to grab a piece of the flesh to eat. Xander was so close to losing that last bit of humanity in him, the animal inside screaming to come out. In the back of his mind he knew he had no choice, he was never getting out, never leaving, he would die here. If he were only to release that last bit of his beast; at least in his last days, the hunger and shame of his life would fade into the background. The pain would be slightly less.
However before Xander could move to grab a piece of the arm that had fallen thru the bars of his cage the door opened and footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. It was their captors and torturer who smiled when they saw the state of their prisoners. They knew that it was time to harvest the skin. Xander watched as a small long haired red haired man was pushed down the cement stairs landing with a crunch as his bones broke with the impact. The captors follows down the stairs and roughly pickup the barely conscious young man and quickly threw him in to Xander's cage.
Xander couldn't move terrified that they were coming for him again. He couldn't take another session. The drugs that forced a transformation and paralyzed the body yet leaving every nerve ending perceptive to the pain they were about to endure. The silver knives burning his body as they slowly removed the skin, pealing it back gently so as to not damage the pelt. The cold harsh voice as one of them read from a spell book a ritual. The drying pain of his eyes tearing up from the pain but being unable to blink to moisten his eyes, it was too much, too horrible. Xander couldn't face that again, not so soon, it had only been two days, they usually gave him more recovery time.
Fate was with him today, they quickly closed the cage and moved over to the other, were the man was still eating his cellmate not paying any attention to the world around him. The captors pulled out their cattle prods and started tasering, before pulling out the large hypodermic needle and drugging him. They carried the unresponsive man up the stairs, leaving behind the partially eaten carcass. When Xander heard the door lock he was finally able to move again. He didn't know what to do, he was so hungry and so tired and the carcass was sitting right over there waiting to be eaten. He could give up, just fall into the temptation of finally losing his mind. But there between him and the food laid the man naked and covered in a waterfall of red hair, shivering and barely conscious. But there was no choice to be made when the violet eyes rose and looked at him. He would keep his soul for one more day if only to help the man in his cage.
"Shh, it's okay. My name is Xander." He told the man.
End Flashback.
Xander closed his eyes and smiled as he felt Nathanial's body finally start to warm up again. He fell asleep listening to the heart beat gaining energy and getting stronger thinking that maybe they both might survive the night.
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