Author's Notes:
FINALLY! The secret is about to be revealed. Anyone have an idea on who the 'naïve human' is? Review and tell me your thoughts. I will send a preview of the next chapter directly to the person who guesses correctly before I publish the chapter.
Thanks again for your interests in this. We're almost to the SHOWDOWN.
SPECIAL THANKS to AlphaSprout and ashmo2000 for your reviews. Niall just doesn't know what how fucked he really is.
*The characters in this chapter belong to their respective authors, CH, & AB.
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Chapter 47
SPOV
I roll over and am met with the faces of two beautiful blonde boys lying next to me. I'm not startled like the last time, so my smile grows. Theirs grow too, only matched in their brilliance by their eyes. One set is Eric's and the other set is mine. They look to be about 10 or 11 years old. My heart is almost ready to burst with happiness.
"Hi Mommy" they greet in unison. I move to lay on my back to open my arms out to them, but then I notice my belly. It seems larger than before. They rise and move closer to it. Their hands begin to glow in the same golden light that I saw when my tummy was interacting with Eric not too long ago. They rub my stomach as if fascinated by it.
"Hi babies" I reply. "What are you doing here?" I hope that nothing is wrong I think to myself.
"Nothing is wrong. We like being with you and Daddy when we aren't supposed to" says the one with my eyes. I see a little bit of Jason in him.
Rolling his eyes, Eric's mini me is much more serious. He stops rubbing me as the other one takes over. "We want you to know that Daddy will come through for you and us. He has been warned and he will do whatever is necessary to keep us all safe. You must do the same." His eyes search my own intensely and it reminds me of someone; his father.
"When will you be here?" I ask. It seemed like an appropriate question.
"Very soon" is their answer, again in unison. Why do I have the feeling this will be a habit of theirs? I'm suddenly buried in kisses all over my face that tickle and make me laugh hysterically.
Not a second later, Eric vamps in the room with a handgun in one hand and a cloth in the other. He must have been in the middle of cleaning the weapon. When he sees what is happen, he relaxes and sets the gun on top of our dresser, next to my jewelry box.
"Good morning my sons. Did you wake your mother?" He voice is devoid of feeling, but I feel in the bond that he is happy to see them. They must feel it too because they both vamp to him. I suddenly wonder if they will have fangs.
"Yes Mommy, we do." I'm definitely going to have to get use to this echo treatment.
Little Jason says, "We also eat regular food, especially Gran's fried chicken."
"YUMMMMY!" Little Eric closes his eyes and rubs his own stomach in satisfaction.
"Well I'm glad that my cooking skills won't go to waste" I state.
"But lover, you do realize that we will have staff to take care of that. You will have better things to do then to cook." Eric. What am I going to do with him? I just roll my eyes which send the boys into hysterics.
"I know, but occasionally I will want to cook." I tell him. He only nods his head as the boys laugh at him.
Suddenly, they both stiffen and freeze. Little Eric begins baring his fangs as Little Jason comes over to him. I sit up at this and Eric kneels down to their level. "What troubles you my sons?"
"He has returned" says Little Eric.
"We must go" says Little Jason.
"Don't want him to know about this" they say in unison.
"We love you" they say in unison as they disappear. Mari and Kaitlin pop into the room to let me know I have a visitor. I tell them to entertain whoever it is and that I will be up soon. They disappear just as quickly as they came.
"Will you grab me a fruit from the bathroom please?" I ask Eric. He nods and vamps out. He returns to my side as he sits next to me and puts the fruit in my hands. He then proceeds to tell me about what he overheard and discussed with Niall. To say that I'm shocked is an understatement. It's like in the movies where the bad guy thinks he is above being spied on and lets his diabolical plan slip. I think about Eric's words to me about prioritizing threats as I eat the Ambrosia. He watches me intently.
"What do you plan to do lover?"
"Well, I'm going to throw on a robe and go upstairs to get some coffee…decaf of course." I add when his simple frown becomes a full scowl. "Then, I'm going to read his fucking mind so when the time comes, I'll be ready." I stand from the bed, completely naked of course. I feel him ogling me and his lust blooms in the bond. Just as he reaches for me, I pop across the room to the closet and cover up with said robe. It is a black silk robe with the Northman crest on the back, one of last year's Christmas gifts from my husband. He frown returns when I emerge.
"I promise you can have me before we go to Fangtasia" I tell him.
"What about during? And after?" he says as he gives me his saddest, innocent look, complete with pout. I sigh and give in.
"You can have me those times as well." Satisfied with his victory, he pulls me to his chest and kisses me breathless. When he releases me, he walks over the dresser to retrieve the gun and cloth he came in holding.
"Wait! Give me that. I want to make a nonverbal statement to my 'great-grandfather'" I take it out of his hands and pop the clip, which is loaded with Hornaday's new silver & wood combination rounds. I thank the Gods that Eric is majority stakeholder. We have an endless supply and just received confirmation that the lemon & iron rounds are done and ready for testing. I think me and girls will handle that task very soon.
Jasmine's POV, outside Cleveland, OH…
After the baby shower yesterday, I realized that I didn't have all the equipment I wanted to have with me. Of course I had Grief, but we purposely left Astral (my robo-kitty war machine) at home. Knowing that my sister and her family were safe in Australia with all the kids (Dave sent his to her after the first attack), I felt more at ease leaving Astral to protect the house.
My husband demanded (more like begged) that I not take this trip alone, so Cole and Bergman have come with me. We pull into the garage and make our way inside. We are suddenly hit by the smell of rotten food and… rotting flesh. Silently, we all draw our weapons and spread out. Bergman goes upstairs while Cole heads downstairs. I check the main floor. Just as I reach the kitchen door, which is normally open, I get the 'all clear' signal from both guys. I tell them to regroup and they are at my back, ready for anything.
I inch into the kitchen in stealth mode. It is trashed beyond recognition. Since we don't have maids, whoever this is was an intruder from the very start. That makes the killer one as well. I round the island and discover Astral scanning the remains of a naked man sprawled out on the stone floor. His body is riddled with bullet holes. That blood better fucking come clean.
On guard, Astral turns all weapons on me. I call her name and she realizes who I am. Etta James' "At Last" begins to play as she pads towards me, her little metal feet clinking on the stone floor like stilettos.
"Miss me I see. What happen here?" I ask her. She responds with a mix of Michael Jackson's "Thriller", the iconic scene from Scarface where he calls out his attackers ("Say hello to my little friend"), followed by Biggie's "Dead Wrong". She opens her mouth to show us the video footage;
We watch as a large wolf emerges from the first floor bathroom. I guess it jumped in through the window. It searches all over the house, but when it reaches the kitchen, it seems to be distracted by the refrigerator. It transforms back into a man and begins eating everything it can. There's a knock at the front door. The camera follows him as he answers it, inviting the second intruder into the house. A beautiful woman walks in (and by the sharp intake of breath I hear from Cole), this must be Salome. She pets the man on the top of his head, who is obviously excited by her presence based on the hard-on he was sporting.
"What have you found?" she asks him.
"Nothing yet. I checked everywhere, but I didn't find any weird robot or electronic gadget in the house. Are you sure they don't have this thing with them?" he responds.
"No, they don't. It is here, we just haven't looked hard enough. I have to leave for New Mexico, so tear this place apart before you leave just to make sure you haven't missed anything. I'd hate to have to punish you." He bows to her, and then proceeds to eat her out on top of our piano. Ick. Gross.
Finally, she leaves and he returns to the kitchen. Still eating well into sunrise, the camera moves to stand almost where I am now. Astral makes her presence known.
"Well will you look at this. I've been looking for you and you've been here all along. Thanks for making this easy for me. I will be rewarded greatly." Just as he reaches for her, she electrocutes him. He seizes up and crashes into the fridge. Astral then activates her guns and fills him full of lead before he has time to finish shifting.
"Way to take 'em down, Astral!" Cole exclaims. Astral just bats her mechanical eyelashes at him. Bergman picks her up and does his mad scientist thing.
"The footage was taken two days ago. Salome should be wondering what is taking so long and may return. I say we get the shit we came for and leave." Although he is not the pussy he used to be, he still is always on the side of flight instead of fight.
"Fuck that shit. I say we wait for the bitch to return and kill her. The cunt kidnapped me, remember?" says Cole. Obviously, his anger from his ordeal hasn't dissipated as we thought.
"Okay…okay. Well, my place has been violated by these assholes already. We might as well kill 'em here too." I tell them.
"What about Vayl?" Bergman asks. Hello? You were my friend first!
"It won't take long and we will be back before midnight. I'll call the Fairies." I reassure him. I have to keep him occupied so he doesn't snitch on me. "I want to record this. Can you wire the house? Focus on the living room as that's where her end will be. Then, we can take the footage back with us."
"On it" was his reply as he scuttles off to be the geek he truly is.
"You worked him good" Cole whispers in my ear.
"It had to be done. You deserve your revenge and I plan to give it to you."
Sunset…
The house was dreary and cold, nothing of its usual warmth and brightness remain. That bitch soiled my home. As if she wasn't already on my 'Kill List' for kidnapping and torturing Cole. I know that Vayl is not going to like it, but we have to move. I can't imagine sleeping here again.
We were set up and ready. Just as I was beginning to worry that we were wrong, the slut-bag walks in the front door.
"Gordon. You had better have found that machine by now. Bring it to me" she calls out. When there is no response, she then decides to relay on her nose. She vamps to the kitchen and finds the body.
"You picked the wrong house to break into bitch" I call out. Once she left the room, I emerged from my hiding spot inside the piano bench, which doubles as a weapons cache (you never know when you need an RPG launcher). Salome slowly walks back into the living room to join me.
"Ah, you must be Vayl's bloodbag. What is it with these older vampires these days? Eric and now Vayl? Both worthy specimens to be consorts at any queen's side or even kings themselves, and instead, they are slumming it with humans. Pathetic ones at that." She shakes her head, her hair floating on the air so lightly that I wonder what conditioner she uses. Focus Jazz!
"Bloodbag? Slumming? Pathetic? All of those words sound like those of someone who hates because their looks didn't get either of those guys' attention. Not enough up here I think" I reply as I tap my temple.
"Once I rip you to shreds, I'm going to find Cole and turn him. Then he will be my lap dog. Maybe I'll go get your brother too and make them a pair. Beautiful guard dogs…I think they would look good on the Royal Announcements."
"Royal? You have to be a monarch first and last I checked you weren't even in the running to be considered" I taunt. That must have been a low blow for her since that is when she decides to launch herself at me. We slam into the fireplace. We trade blows for a good minute before I have to duck a haymaker and dodge a knee, rolling behind her across the floor. I jump to my feet with Grief drawn and cocked with vampire rounds.
"Oh. I see you recognize Grief. Her reputation precedes her. Where are your fuck buddies? That way, I know where to send your remains." She is hissing and snarling at me, saliva dripping from her mouth as her fangs gleam in the moonlight shining through the bay windows.
Suddenly, a bullet hits her in the middle of her forehead with such force that it slams her into the mantle, which is broken by the back of her head. She struggles to straighten her stance as her agonizing screaming fills the night. Once she is upright, the massive hole has barely begun to heal. Whew, that must have been a 50 caliber round considering I can see the wall through her head.
"Take that Salami!" he yells.
We both watch as Cole runs into the room with a katana and slices her legs off at the knees in one swoosh. She is screaming but still makes an effort to get to him, crawling on the floor towards him. That is until she sees Grief up close and personal again.
"No bitch. Cole will have his fun before you die, for good this time." And he proceeds to dismember Salome. He even goes as far as cutting off her breasts and ass cheeks, yelling that it was no wonder that Vayl nor Eric were interested in her. When just her torso remained and he was finally out of breath, he took her head. All the pieces of her body that littered my carpet quickly dissolve in a massive pile of gore.
I walk over to Cole and lay my hand on his shoulder. "Feel better?" I ask him. He nods. Bergman comes back into the room and looks over the mess.
"Goddamn, Cole! Did you really have to do all that? I am NOT cleaning this shit up!" he proclaims.
"Hey! That bitch fed on me and craved shit into my skin with her nails. The cunt is lucky I didn't set her on fire first." He was still too amped for my comfort level. I reach into his shirt pocket, pull out a piece of BubbleYum, and unwrap it. Without asking, I shove it into his mouth.
"There." Now we can get back to Vayl in relative peace.
SPOV, Back at the farmhouse…
"Do you want me to go with you?" he asks. I can feel Eric's worry that Niall will try to make a move, but I'm not. He may be over confident, but he's not stupid. He will want to wait until I'm vulnerable and Eric is nowhere around.
"No, just stay out of sight. He's not going to try anything funny. Perhaps he'll just try to feed me lies to turn me against you, you know the usual." I walk in between his legs and he wraps his arms around my waist as mine go around his neck. His hands travel under my robe, his long, slender fingers run along the crack of my ass and I shiver.
I try to pull away, but he holds me. Next thing I know, he has me on all fours and slides into me. The sensation is incredible. This is one of the best feelings in the world.
"I want him to smell me all over you. You are mine. He will never take you from me. No one ever will" he whispers in my ear. Then, he proceeds to prove it by fucking me into a blubbering mess. I try to stay quiet knowing Niall is in the house, but Eric refuses to let that happen.
"Are you really trying to be modest for his benefit?" A powerful thrust forces me to answer.
"Yes…I was" I reply, being sure to use past tense. Honesty is definitely the best policy.
"I will have none of that lover." His hands roam my backside, kneading and caressing my flesh, before a clap as loud as thunder sounds through the air. I scream out, feeling a mixture of surprise and pleasure along with the slight pain.
My spanking grows in intensity as I get closer to the edge. My orgasm is just beginning when he bites into my shoulder and I lose my grip on reality. A bright light fills the room until there is only me and Eric, floating in space. I can hear the moaning and screaming coming from my lips, but the pleasure is so strong that I can't register my body producing the sound. My heart feels like it may stop, but I know it won't.
I feel and hear Eric too. He is screaming my name like it is the only word to ever exist. My soul fills with pride at this and I send him all my love through the bond. All too quickly, the world returns. Eric and I are lying on our sides in the middle of the bed. Gradually, I catch my breath and Eric rises. He is gone and back from grabbing a washrag from the bathroom within a second. He cleans me of our combined fluids, but I have to deny him another round as this activity arouses him yet again.
"NO. Please. Let me go so I can come back and help you with the preparations. We have a lot to do" I beg. He considers it for a moment.
"Alright lover, I will let you go. I will not be far." He pulls on some track shorts and blinks out of the room. I let out a sigh of relief. I grab my things and pop into the kitchen.
Niall is oblivious to my presence as he continues to pace in the living room as he glares at the steps leading upstairs. I use his inattentiveness to enter his mind. It is hazy, somewhat like a Were's mind used to be back in the day. Millions of images flash in rapid succession that I'm caught off guard. I adjust and will the memories I want to see to show themselves to me.
In a glass room, overlooking a mountainous landscape on one side and an ocean on the other, two beings stand in its center. One is Breandan and the other is Niall, but I am seeing this through his eyes. They're attention is drawn to the free-floating mist that separates them. Various scenes from my first life play like a slideshow as the mist moves like smoke.
"What magic is this!? Are you sure that you can trust that disgusting being you associate with? I still cannot believe that you lay with that…that vampire" Breandan spits as he glares at the mist in anger.
"Of course I can trust her. She wears the same ring I made for Daph'ne before I had to dispose of her. Her sight is blind to my true actions so she sees only what I want her too. You of all know how powerful that magic is" says Niall. "Besides, it is not from Pythia that I get this. I had to bed another who was very eager to help me. The naïve human is quite powerful for such a being. However, she proved her usefulness during her life and gained entrance into Niflheim. The Goddess Hela was nice enough to allow me entry to see her."
"Yes, I do know of its power. But that girl is not a full Fae! I do not care if she is a future descendant of yours or not. You need to make sure she is not created. Our race must remain pure" says Breandan, so adamantly that he is gesturing wildly with his hands.
"You have foreseen our downfall just as I have. Soon, we will no longer be able to produce offspring without intermingling with other species. She may be the answer to that problem." Niall falls silent, as if in deep thought.
"Well? HOW?!" Breandan bellows.
"She will be of my line. Therefore, I will have control over her. Once another male of my line is born and has the essential spark, I will beginning breeding them together until we get as close to pure Fae as possible." They both look back to the mist. "There. See the boy. He will follow her."
"They should not be allowed to enact with others. They are not pure and should not get any delusions of that fact." Breandan is just so full of hate. He hates that he has no choice but to see Niall's logic in this plan, even if it goes against his on goals.
"Of course not. They will not be near the others. The only ones who will know of their existence will be their guardians, which I will hand pick from my own line. I will not leave anything to chance." He walks over to Breandan and puts a hand on his shoulder. "This is our chance to save our kind from utter destruction. This will work."
"It better. If not, then we may need make changes where your rule is concerned" Breandan warns.
"No need for threats. All will goes as planned if we are diligent. If you do your part to keep the Earth and Fire Clans out of my way, then we will be forever honored for saving all of Faery, brother" Niall says as he waves his hand through the mist to close the spell.
Before Niall can notice, I pop back out of the kitchen and into the cubby.