I, ASSASSIN

Chapter Nine

When Remy LeBeau and Marius Boudreaux arrived back to the Boudreaux mansion after their camping trip, it was well nearly eleven pm the next again night. Long hikes, heavy traffic, bad weather, and a flat tire had all been factors in trying to return back home.

The elk skin in the plastic bag in the back of the car was really starting to stink up the car, which Remy supposed couldn't be helped. There was also the odd smell of fish even though they'd not brought any of their catches from the day before back with them (they'd eaten them for breakfast that morning). The smell just seemed to have absorbed into their skin and hair and clung to them.

Remy had begun to ache all over as he unloaded their cargo from the 4x4 under the roof of the Boudreaux's garage. All he wanted was a hot shower, a warm drink, and bed. But there was the unloading of the bags and the tent, and putting things away first that had to be dealt with. It didn't matter how late it was, all trace of the mess had to be cleared up. Remy couldn't help but think it was another lesson, but if it was, Marius made little effort to say.

By the time everything had been done, it was well past half one in the morning; everything was away in it's place, rifles cleaned, equipment checked, garbage disposed of.

After bidding Marius a goodnight, Remy limped up to his guest bedroom with blistered feet, a pulled thigh muscle and a sore back. He was thoroughly exhausted, and his mind felt close to shutting down before he'd even made it into the room. He undressed with care, feeling his tired muscles seem to cry out in objection and he slipped into the shower in the en-suite, turning the water to the hottest setting he could endure.

Despite how clean his hands looked, he still had that distinct feeling that there was blood there engrained deep into the lines of his hands. He wondered if perhaps the elk blood had done more than simply stained his hands. There were stains in his mind that he was sure the citrus shower gel and that fingernail brush simply weren't capable of scrubbing away.

It took him until two in the morning to remove the last of the elk blood and fish-guts out of his fingernails. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he sat on the edge of the toilet seat and raised each foot to examine the large angry blisters. A few had burst and stung horrifically, raw red weeping flesh peering from beneath the white torn skin. Tentatively, he prodded his index finger against the worst one, which was on his left heel, and he sucked in a sharp breath at the pain. It was agony now that it had burst and was exposed to the elements. The next few days were going to be murder if he was to be on his feet at any given time.

Can't let it bother me. Don't show weakness, that's what Belle said, he reminded himself. He stood up, wincing in pain and he limped unhappily to the bedroom. He was about to yank the towel from his waist so he could change into the boxer shorts he'd laid aside when his eyes fell upon Bella Donna, who was sitting on the end of his bed, barely dressed in a tanktop and panties, legs crossed primly, back tilted, arms supporting her.

Christ, not this. I'm not in the fuckin' mood right now, he thought tiredly. He stopped in his tracks and stared down at her, holding tightly onto the edge of his towel with one hand. She smiled coyly at him, and blinked once lazily, lashes seeming to caress her tan cheeks.

"You shouldn't be in here," he commented as he crossed to where he'd left his boxer shorts on the chair by the wall and picked them up. He wished they hadn't been the 'He-Man' ones that his brother had gotten him as a gag gift last Christmas. Not that he was embarrassed about his underwear choices, but he supposed a gay looking cartoon character wearing pink furry underpants wasn't the most masculine thing he wanted a potential lover to see.

"Daddy's asleep, and so is my grandpa," Bella Donna pushed herself away from the bed, "but you ain't..." she moved near the dresser, skimming her fingers slowly over the antique wood slowly, suggestively.

"Soon will be," he confessed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, the boxers dangling from his fingertips.

Bella Donna turned to examine herself in the mirror, his eyes fell upon the lace Brazillian panties she was wearing, how they hugged the roundness of each cheek perfectly and revealed just enough at the bottom to cause the blood to rush to his groin. As in the mood as he wasn't, and as disgusted and appalled as he still was with her, he couldn't prevent the usual reactions he had to such sights. He was only human, and she was stunning.

Remember what she did to the dog, Remy, he reminded himself as he tore his eyes from her backside.

"You look real beat," she admitted, glancing at his reflection.

"I'm fine, just a little sore. It's been a rough few days," he confessed.

"Aw, poor baby," she turned around and slowly walked towards him, her fingers grazed his bare shoulder as she walked around the side of the bed and then climbed on to get behind him. Her hands gently trailed up and down his back as she shifted to get comfortable and she planted a kiss on his bare neck.

Remember the dog, his thoughts warned him. His skin tingled at her light touch as she stroked his back, beneath the towel, his member twitched. This was utterly frustrating; why was it his mind and body couldn't seem to agree with each other?

"Is there anythin' I can do to make you feel better?" she dared to ask, voice sweet and thick like molasses, her fingers squeezed at the tension in his shoulders. She sucked on his earlobe and he craned his neck a little to allow her the access, closing his eyes. Oh she played this part so brilliantly considering she was chaste; never a moment of hesitance, always seeming to know exactly what she was doing.

If her father catches us, you know what could happen, he reminded himself as her fingers kneaded at his back, her mouth trailed light little kisses on his jaw, upon his neck, then shoulder. He was beginning to cave; beneath the towel he was getting increasingly excited and his tired flesh was aching to be against hers. It was torture. No matter how mad he was at her for shooting the dog, and no matter how frustrated he was that she was going to land him in hot water, self-control was becoming a problem.

Alone on a bed, father asleep, she's half naked, so are you...opportunities like this won't come up every day.

They could probably get away with this tonight, after all the hiking Marius had been doing lately, surely the man would sleep like the dead tonight...he was older, he needed more rest.

"Well?" she asked, massaging his neck, her tongue lightly grazed the tip of his ear.

"Well..." he began to waver. Perhaps a little distraction would help cope with the pain and exhaustion. A sudden footstep in the hallway instantly brought their attention someone was about to walk in. Remy's stomach lurched in horror and he looked at Bella Donna. Her expression didn't change, she seemed barely anxious at all about being caught. She simply got up – seeming to not even need any time to panic – and began looking for somewhere to hide.

Remy composed himself quickly. Bella Donna slipped behind the bedroom door out of sight just as her father opened it from the other side and stepped inside without even knocking.

Marius stood there in his dressing gown, which looked to be real silk and monogrammed. The man had expensive, if not slightly pretentious taste. He looked as exhausted as Remy felt. his eyes puffy and slightly red.

Belle said he was sleepin', either he woke up or he was playin' to try and catch us, Remy realised.

"Training will commence tomorrow at ten am," said Marius.

"So soon?" Remy asked as Marius stepped into the room to move closer. He noted Marius was looking all about the room as if he suspected his daughter might already be in there.

"What do you I mean so soon?" asked the older man somewhat irritably, his eyes squinted suspiciously.

"I mean...after all the hiking and stuff we did, I thought maybe we'd have a day or two rest before continuin' is all," Remy explained. From the corner of his eye he spied Bella Donna leaving the area from behind the door while her father's back was turned. She moved like a shadow too, silent, slow and precise, edging towards the door, her expression determined.

Girl is goddamn fearless, thought Remy as he avoided following her with his eyes; if he looked at her, Marius would see him looking at her and would catch her. Remy momentarily wondered if she'd wanted to be caught.

"You thought wrong," said Marius, he turned on the bathroom light and gazed inside. While he was doing this, Bella Donna made her silent escape into the hallway and disappeared. Remy felt his anxious heartbeat begin to slow and he adjusted his towel to hide the bulge Bella Donna's presence had encouraged.

"Somethin' wrong?" asked Remy.

"Thought I heard you talkin' to someone," said Marius, sounding vaguely perplexed, he turned towards the open door but Bella Donna was now long gone

"Yeah, probably me talkin' to myself," Remy replied without even missing a beat. "Sometimes don't even realise I'm doin' it, you see. You never do that? Talk to yourself?"

"Can't say I do," Marius moved to the window and checked to see if it was open, to see if whomever he'd heard may have slipped outside and be standing on the trellis outside. "A man who talks to himself could be a risk durin' a hit. You ought to be mindful of that," he warned.

"I will be," Remy nodded, watching the man feeling slightly smug that Marius couldn't seem to find a trace to back up his apparent suspicions. He moved away from the window, his eyes fell upon the underwear in Remy's hand. "He-Man underwear?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Christmas present from my brother. He has a weird sense of humour. Always gets me gag gifts."

Marius uneasily glanced around the room one more time and seemed satisfied that no one was in there other than Remy. "At ten am, meet me at the car."

"Of course," agreed Remy, he watched him walk to the door. The man stopped and stood there, lingering for a moment.

"LeBeau," began Marius, he turned towards Remy again, "I know I shouldn't have to remind you this, but my daughter is off limits."

"Of course," Remy replied innocently, staring up at the older man.

"She's a good girl, and she has a lot ahead of her, and I won't have you sweepin' in and ruinin' any of that. You understand?"

"Absolutely," Remy nodded.

With that, the man left the room, closing the door behind himself. Remy got up and after giving it a moment to make sure the man had gone, then he turned the key to lock the door securely. At least, for the night he'd have peace from both Bella Donna and her daddy.

End of Chapter Nine

Wow it's been a while since I updated this hasn't it? I have still been working on it, it's just not had as much attention as Slight Return, lol. Hope to get back to a vaguely regular update schedule for this somehow. In the meantime thanks to all who have added the story to their favourites, and reviewed it. I do realise it's not as popular due to there being no 'Romy' at all, but I thought it would make a nice change anyway (it's nice to see so many people like Bella Donna and like seeing her portrayed as something other than a loveless bitch, haha). Hope you all enjoy this part :)