Michelle Jefferies Parts 1 - 7

Michelle Jefferies
Devils Bounty
Hunter
All’s Fair in
Love and War
© 2009 Hannah Sefton 1

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Part 1
My life, I.E. Hell
Hell… funny coincidence it shares so many resemblances with my life. But

I suppose it’s my fault. I could have chosen another profession, one that didn’t
involve blood and guns… one like hairdressing. But what could I say? I just
wasn’t that good with a curling iron. Poor me.
But I suppose, hairdressers don’t get to have as much fun as I do, if you
consider pumping silver bullets and stakes into some vampire or werewolf’s
chest fun. I don’t know about you, but it sounds like fun to me.
It would have been six years ago today I signed that stupid contract, six
years ago since I signed my life away for nothing. I was 15 then. Love seemed
like everything to me. Talk about being naive. My boyfriend died of cancer. It
had only been a few hours.
And then that son of a bitch showed up. He doesn’t give me a name,
phone number, address. All he says is sign this contract and I’ll give you your
lover boy back. Well, like the retarded hormone driven child I was, I signed the
damn thing. Fuck I was stupid back then!
Sure enough, I went back to the hospital and suddenly, there he is. Big
shocker there considering I just watched him die. Breathing, smiling… alive, I
was happy… I was in love.
But, all good things end.
A few weeks later… he left me for the next hottest piece of arm candy. The
worst part was; he didn’t even have the guts to break up with me face to face. I
got dumped by fucking email! Fucking email! Who dumps there girlfriend over
email?
Damn. You sign your soul over to the devil for some one and you think
they’d show a little more gratitude. But what can I say? Boys will be fucking
boys.
A few days later, poof, there he was, the devil himself telling me its time to
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on me. He’ll hand me a file, name, assignment that entire stupid super secret spy
shit. It’s my job to kill them; I don’t ask questions I just do my job… because
that’s all I am now, the Devils Bounty Hunter. Or at least, that’s one of the more
popular little nicknames I’ve gained over the years.
I’m more powerful than Gandhi and fucking Hitler combined! I’m a
modern day fucking Jesus Christ… only the main difference, I take life, and he
gives it. But I guess Jesus punishes the wicked, and so do I. I take on whatever
cases I can in-between, usually body guarding or hit man bullshit. But lately it’s
been about some mother fucker named Pierre, stupid French vampires. Nothing
worse than a corpse that thinks it’s better than you.
So many people want this bastard dead, but for the life of me I can bloody
find him anywhere. I’ve exhausted most of my recourses at the moment, I’m
thinking about going to ask the big dog himself. I’ll probably bring it up next
time I see him… probably.
I use to hate this fucking contract, it made me do things I never imagined
any human-being being able to do. I didn’t understand how you could kill
someone and live with the fact you just took a human life… not until I had to do
it.
I remember my first time, nothing big, just some fucked up junky holding
out on ‘you know who’. I had the gun; a few ‘instructors’ taught me how to use
it. I remembered everything, it was so fucking simple. I just pulled the trigger. I
didn’t care until after… I didn’t realize how much murder affects you until you
close your eyes and think about it. His memory still haunts my dreams at night.
Poor me.
But pity isn’t something I can afford anymore. I can’t hesitate before I
shoot. It doesn’t matter who’s staring down the other end of the barrel. You can’t
think about that. You need to be remote and detached. If you get caught up in all
the niceties people die, I could die. I’ve made that mistake before. Vampires can
be quiet creative when there bored. Who knew I corpse still had brains?
Let’s just say if you ever get a good look at my back or my waist line, you
aren’t going to like what you find. Vampires have some very interesting methods
of torture, ones that involve whips and chains, shapshifter’s and werewolves.
Let’s just say my past won’t paint a pretty picture and neither do my
scars. Lets just say paws and acid don’t make for a pretty recovery. Never spill
acid. Just a warning.
It’s a shame to; I use to love my body. I was vain once upon a time. But
now, beauty doesn’t matter. Weather or not you look pretty isn’t going to save
you when the vampires start knocking on your door. Only stakes and holy items
are going to do that. Its strange, for once, Hollywood actually got something
right.
But its not the stake that kills them, vampires can heal just about anything,
anything except a heart injury, or a beheading. But I suppose Hollywood was
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Its not the fact only silver bullets can kill them, it’s more like holly water
for a vampire. It’s acidic for a vampire if he gets hit with holly water. Silver stops
the healing process for a werewolf. They have an allergic reaction I suppose you
could say. They heal faster than vampires and just as well, but if the cut or
wound is made with silver it’s less likely to heal, even at human rate. Poor
bastards.
But still, at least there luckier than me, being human sucks. I gave a
thought to asking a fellow vamp to turn me, but after a few trips to the ‘Feed’ I
soon gave up on that idea.
‘Feed’ is basically a giant vampire dance club. Humans can come, as long
as they don’t mind being food. I don’t know about you but I have a problem
being food. Not the pain, fuck I love the pain. But I don’t like the idea of
someone eating me.
The good thing is humans won’t die from a feeding, depending on how
much they take from you that is. ‘Feed’s’ got a pretty good system at monitoring
how much a human can have taken. The house limit is three liters. Vamps can
only take about a liter at a time or they get thrown out. They give you specially
bands, and each vampire who takes a bite takes a band. If you don’t have any
bands your off limits.
The really cool thing is; the human body consists of about 10liters of
blood. It can survive on only 5, but I suppose that’s a little dangerous. So they
kept the house limit at three liters a human. They try to up the human to vampire
ratio, and usually succeed.
I’ve been three times now. Once for a meeting, strictly business, another
for information… vampire junkies can be so helpful sometimes. And then once
on a date, it was the most embarrassing date I’ve ever been on. We danced; we
drank alcohol and I came this close to fucking his brains out. That was, until he
let his hands slid up my back side. Most people say they like scars, but only on a
man. We women are supposed to be pure and beautiful. So I told the
motherfucker to deal with it or find another date. Needless to say he found
another date. Some random fucked up vampire junkie.
The scares annoy the fuck out of me, talk about a real cock block. But hell
it’s not the only weird thing on my body. Hell, I was born with a fucking birth
mark in the shape of ‘DIA KO MYO’ for Christ sake. It basically means I was
born with a birth mark in the shape of the ‘Master’ symbol. It took me forever to
figure out what the fuck it was. It’s got something to do with some whack Reiki
symbol bullshit. But hell, it doesn’t annoy me as much as those scares or the
fucking vampire junkies do… fucking wankers.
I hate vampire junkies, their humans that actually get addicted to being
fed off of. I’ve had blood taken from me a number of times by a vampire, none of
them where by choice and none of them where memories of pleasure. But I
suppose it’s more about the pain for a vampire junkie. I swear every vampire
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rough fuck is okay, hell it can be great at times. I do generally get off from blood
and scars, though you would probably be able to tell just by my body.
Hell, you’d think I was into all kinds of freaky shit with my claw
markings, whip scars and that one little missing chuck of flesh next to my left
kidney. Doc said I was lucky he missed my kidney. I was just happy I survived; I
didn’t give a shit if I needed to use the toilet more often, just as long as I
survived. But hell, so far I haven’t come across anything that isn’t dead. Anyone
lays and hand on me and I tell you now, give me a week and they won’t be
tainting perfectly good air.
I’m surprised I haven’t been caught yet. But then again, through all my
little off and on body guard work I guess I’m in good with most of the cops
around here. They won’t ask question and I won’t give answers. The good old
don’t ask don’t tell policy. All they know is bad guys keep disappearing and I
make their jobs a hell of a lot easier.
Hell, I took down the fucking ‘Don’ of the Italian mob last month. But I
suppose, ‘you know who’ didn’t do me any favors giving me that job. I think I’m
on every body’s hit list now. Not a good place to be. But as ‘you know who’ says,
as long as my names on that contract, I can’t die… Some times I’d prefer to
fucking die. But what can I say; I enjoy my work to much for that.
I mean, its fun pulling out a gun and pumping someone full of led. It’s a
fucking good anger management technique I tell you that. But it’s more than
that.
I never expected to do much with my life. I knew that for sure. But what
‘you know who’ gives me, is a chance to be some body. I don’t just get to kill
who ever I want, but I get to kill people who have done worse things than I
could even begin to imagine. Things I didn’t want to begin imagining. Ever.
I get to put these mother fuckers in the ground where they belong. Its nice
to know what I’m doing means that some little girl out there wont get rapped or
some old guy wont get mugged on his way home from bingo. Fuck I love my job.
Guns are fun. Hell, I don’t go anywhere these days without my Desert Eagle 44
magnum gas operated semi auto pistol. It’s a wicked close range little pistol, but
it’s more for personal security than actual use.
But I’ll admit, I probably use it more than any other gun I have. Even my
pretty little mini Uzi seems to be neglected in comparison. Poor babies. I really
shouldn’t show favoritism. But oh well.
If you didn’t already know, I treat my guns like family; I never claimed
not to be insane now did I? Hell I’m probably more fucked in the head than most
people I kill… no, no I’m not that fucked up. Close, but still, not that fucked up.
I had to meet an informant tonight at ‘Feed’. He said he knows the wear
about of my mystery vampire ‘Pierre’. I’m really starting to get pissed off about
this guy. All I have collected through my sources is that he worked for the Mob
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one very detailed picture. Who ever took the photo was good. It was either a
high tech security camera or one damn good journalist.
Pierre was taller than me, but that wasn’t hard considering I was only
about five foot five. But still, tall for a man. Probably close to six feet, maybe
more.
He was attractive for a vampire, I’d give him that. Shiny black curls,
longer than most would be willing to wear. I thought long hair on men died in
the fashion industry years ago. Either way, one of us was living in the past. God I
hoped it was him. I may be the Devils Bounty Hunter and my closet consists of
black everything, but I still care about my appearance. Hell, I’m still a woman
aren’t i?
His features were perfect and paler than even my own skin, but that was
common in most vampires. I’d only met one or two that weren’t as pail as me,
but that was probably because of their Italian heritage. Either way, it’s not
common for a vampire to have skin with a better tan than mine, even though I
was considered ghostly in complection.
But there was something about his eyes. They were too beautiful for a
vampire. All vampire were beautiful, I knew that before I came into this
business. But something about his eyes… they drew me to him. They were a
deep sapphire blue. The color was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I had
never seen eyes that blue. He put my own eyes to shame.
Mine weren’t blue, but they were the one thing I had still loved about my
appearance. His eyes, I’d say, were almost a beautiful international Klein blue.
Were as, mine where a vivid violet. A color I have yet to see on another
human being, or vampire for that matter. Hell, I’ve never seen purple eyes on
anyone before, human or otherwise. Its one of my trade marks.
It still annoys the fuck out of me when someone knocks on my door and
thinks there looking for a guy. Stupid mother fuckers, I can do the job better than
any man I’ve ever met… well… yeah, any man. But I suppose, no guy I’ve ever
met had been through the shit I had. Still, just because most people refer to me as
Mick or Jefferies doesn’t mean I’ve got a dick for Christ sake. Stupid sexist
bastards.
I don’t give a flying fuck anymore. If they wanted some bloke’s help they
can go find one with my reputation, though I doubt there is such a person.
What can I say; it takes effort to be the devils bounty hunter…
And live.

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Part 2
Interview with a vampire… Fuck!
It was getting late and I wasn’t really in the mood for a party. But none the
less I dressed in my favorite short black cocktail dress that showed of my legs but
covers my back and waist. The only thing I had on my side tonight was the fact
my purse was just bid enough to fit my wallet, gun and make up inside. Yippee
for chunky fashion accessories.
It wasn’t going to be easy to draw my gun if I needed it, but I didn’t really
plan on having to draw my gun anyway. It was more for the comfort, I didn’t go
anywhere without a gun. Not for no man.
I’ve had people attack me before. Assassins are really very handy people
if you know how to use them properly that is. I’ve had the unfortunate honor of
meet quite a few in my short six years of bounty hunting.
It’s not my fault; I have a contract for Christ sake. He might as well have
written it in fucking blood. No, no I didn’t want that. As long as it wasn’t written
in blood I wasn’t bound for life. I still had the possibility of winning my freedom.
But I knew I wasn’t strong enough to challenge ‘you know who’ just yet. I wasn’t
ready to fight him, or kill him for that matter. I don’t think anyone was ready for
that.
No matter how much I hated him he had given me something everybody
wants and yet not many people ever find. He gave me a purpose. I killed
murderers and drug dealers. I tortured rapists and cut up child molesters. I don’t
think my life would ever have taken this path if it wasn’t for the monster in
question. And at the moment, I didn’t know if that where a good or a bad thing.
I’d had one of my most recent makeovers last week and I knew my
informant wasn’t going to recognize me, not unless he got a good look at my
eyes. Ever six or so months I got one. This time I didn’t do anything to drastic.
Luckily, the monster in question, my employer decided on a change in look.
Simple hairs died from white blond to a deep brown and a breast
augmentation. What can I say? My boss had a thing for chicks with big tits. Its
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I was under too. I decided I might as well get everything I could out of it. If you
have to go under the knife you might as well get as much cut out of you as
possible, right?
So that put me at five foot five tall with thick brown curls that any one else
would probably think looked Italian. A size six dress and DD cup breasts, white
complection and vivid violet eyes. I had to admit, the dress made me look
fucking hot! Who would expect someone like me to be the devils bounty hunter?
At the moment, I certainly didn’t. But I suppose… that was the whole point.
I drove down to ‘Feed’. I hated the clubs my informants always picked,
they where so damn… annoying. I usually fucking hate any vampires! But going
into clubs like ‘Feed’ gave you another reason to hate the blood sucking
parasites. It was worse when men would approach you and as for a quick
‘drink’. And even more embarrassing when it was women. Sorry ladies Mickie
don’t swing that way baby.
It was only about 11 o’clock. I hadn’t eaten today, strange, after being
here tonight I doubt I’ll ever want to eat again. I hated watching vampires eat, it
wasn’t just the fact it was gross, but the fact people around a feeding vampire get
off on watching really sickened me. I felt like a necrophiliac in a room of hetero
sexual enjoying a good strip show. I would be the only one not getting off on the
performance, or the performers for that matter.
But none the less, id prefer for my informant to be comfortable than for
me to be comfortable. I was lucky, when it came to remembering conversations, I
almost had a photographic memory I suppose you could say. Most of my
informants never wrote anything down and god knows the boss doesn’t exactly
write shit down when he knows I can remember it. Having people know your
weaknesses is one thing, but having them know your strengths is another.
I pulled up in the parking lot behind ‘Feed’ in my Toyota Limited Edition
Hilux 3.0 D-4D. What can I say? Working as the devils bounty hunter pays a
fucking good wage. An extra rifle and two hand guns were in the back, tucked
away with enough extra ammunition to blow a whole through a fucking tank.
My vampire kit, consisting of crosses, holly water, stakes, the usual and a few
extra silver pullets, just in case. If there’s one thing I hope no one will ever say
about me, is that I came unprepared.
I grabbed my purse and locked the car. I hated wearing high heals, and
pumps always gave me a blister. But surprisingly, these pumps were incredibly
comfortable. Strange, I was so use to runners and combat boots I almost forgot
what walking in heels felt like. Fuck we women take it for granted some times.
It’s harder than it looks; trust me on this boy, its harder than it fucking looks.
I walked up the steps of the notorious vampire dance club ‘Feed’ and
noticed a very dear friend of mine. Dear as in I came this close to blowing his
fucking nuts off for giving me false information. Stupid bastard almost got me
killed… well, wounded anyway. Damian Rose was never one to set people up, so
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boyfriend I probably would have shot him. But hell, it’s not a good way to keep a
friendship alive. People just don’t like being shot, or having someone they love
shot. Who knew? ...answer: me.
I knew that because of my ‘Make over/disguise’ he probably wouldn’t
notice me. But I wanted to know when he started working for ‘Pierre’ but I knew
it would be too risky. He’d recognize something, either my voice… or my eyes.
Either way, it was a bad idea.
He was security tonight, and as far as I knew, I was some hot piece of eye
candy he’s never met. He looked over at me as I walked by and threw me a
flirtatious smile. I couldn’t help but give him at least a wink back. I knew he was
dating one of my so called friends, but hell, I wasn’t Mickie tonight, I was
Jacqueline Belleview.
I walked through the door un-carded. Good. I hadn’t gotten my card
updated yet, looks like I’m not drinking tonight. Well that fucks up the evening
now doesn’t it. What’s the point with hanging around vampires if you can’t at
least get pissed off your face and forget why your there? I’ll tell you what the
point was, fuck all. I wouldn’t be able to have one measly drink, mother fuckers.
The inside of ‘Feed’ looked like the inside of any other dance club. Entry
way with a spaced out floor and a pit where just about every body bounced with
the music and made the floor boards rattle. Silhouettes of people walk by you
but you can’t see them properly, it’s surprising so many people find there way
around without slipping or breaking their necks. And considering some of the
shoes these people were wearing I wouldn’t be surprised if someone did.
I walked towards one of the waitresses; I hated the way they dressed here.
Fetish wear had never been my thing. I fucking hated fetish wear. Well, at least
you know who the waitresses where. But then again, if you took a second look at
some of the participants tonight, maybe you don’t know who’s a waitress and
who’s not. Oh well. I tapped her on the shoulder and made her turn to face me.
She looked at me with eyes so wide they looked like she was fucking stoned; it
was obvious she’d been donating tonight. Fucking vampire junkie freaks.
“I have a reservation for two under Jacqueline Belleview” I said. She
smiled and handed me three small red bands and escorted me to my table,
squeezing through the hundreds of moving silhouettes. I hated dance clubs. Sure
enough, my little informant was waiting for me. Larry Davis was a nice boy, only
37 years old. Considering how long some of the vampires I’ve been up against
were he was practically infantile.
He wasn’t a tall man; he was around about my height which actually
made him pretty damn short. His sandy blond hair was messy tonight, a look he
sported often. His clothes were dark, or at least that’s all I could see from where I
was simple jeans and what I suspected to be a plain black T shirt.
I knew it was Larry. It’s hard to explain, partly because it’s so fucked up I
barely understand it, but more so because it scares the fuck out of me. I can sense
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met someone before I can sense when there close. It helps out when you’re in a
dark room and you can see where your attacker is. Believe me; it comes in handy
from time to time.
His eyes widened at the sight of me, I didn’t blame him. I was smoking
hot tonight, some deeply conceded part of me wanted people to know that,
whatever. I was hot, with my cloths on… but whatever.
I winked at Larry, I hadn’t told him about the make over. Not yet at least.
He seemed to get the message; it was probably my freaking eyes. Maybe I
needed to start getting contacts. Seems logical enough, eh, I didn’t sound like me
tonight. Eh, fuck it! I’m not giving up my fucking trade mark. The waitress left
me to the table, thank god, I hate fucking vampire junkies.
“Me too” said my relatively quiet Larry.
“Oh shit did I say that out loud?” I asked as I took my seat. He chuckled
and nodded, it wasn’t that fucking funny.
“Oh don’t worry ‘Jacqueline’ your not the only person I know with
vampire issues, its got to be hard enough on you talking to me, let alone come to
places like this.” He said as he took a sip from his beer. I always thought it was
cool that vampires could still eat and drink. It wasn’t necessary but it was
possible. Don’t ask me how don’t ask me why it just works.
“Oh Larry, shut the fuck up before I hurt you” I said in a high pitched
voice. I loved playing the innocent girlie voice while I cursed at people. It
sounded so fucking out of place that it was totally awesome. He chuckled and
took another swig of his beer. Fucking luck bastard. Damn I could use a drink,
and I smoke. Fuck! I left my cigarettes at home. Fuck!
“Okay, Okay I’ll tell you what I know but it’s going to cost you” he said. I
hated that Larry actually had a brain, fucking corpses.
“What for and at what Price?” I asked. What was the point in getting
information if it was going to cost me more that it was worth?
“I can get you to meet Pierre as Jacqueline, but I need your protection.”
He said. Damn, if Larry could get me a meeting with Pierre I could kill him and
not even have to worry about it. I would kill him and he wouldn’t even see it
coming. I’d have people swap information for protection before but why did it
suddenly bother me? Probably because Larry was one of those guys who
thought they could handle anything. Stupid macho bastards are going to get me
killed sooner or later. Fuck sake.
“You want protection? What from?” I asked. He looked into my eyes that
were all business. It was a similar face I used for business meetings. But Larry’s
eyes where unimpressive, they showed too much emotion. Stupid fucker needs
to play more poker.
“Not everyone is as honorable as you are when it comes to matters of
loyalty and betrayal. I want protection until Pierre is dead. I won’t play sex toy
for his fucking friends anymore. I want your protection because until he’s dead
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out to whoever he wants. I won’t fuck anymore fucking strangers Jacqueline, I

just can’t do It.” he said.
He was getting better at the whole stone face thing, but it still had flaws.
For one there was too much emotion in his voice and eyes. He was getting better
but he needed to discipline himself if he wanted to get to my level. A few years
ago I had been sent to a few ‘teachers’ who helped me. Mostly with combat
training, control, fire arms 101. Stupid important shit like that.
“I will protect you, if you can really get me a meeting with Pierre. Hell, it
would be nice to know where the fuck he is for one thing. But meeting him
would help; energy calling can be helpful… sometimes. But it’s generally a fuck
load easier if I met him, even better if I can touch him.” I said. Larry was one of
the few people I trusted with my secret. Don’t ask me what I trusted a fucking
vampire with the one real extra ability I have, but hell, he was my friend. He was
a fucking good informant to, I hate to loose useful materials.
“Well, speak of the devil. Jacqueline Belleview, meet Pierre, friend and
master” he said as he stood from his chair. Oh Fuck it! God damn I wanted to
start screaming at Larry. But, that wouldn’t be very ‘Jacqueline Belleview’ like
now would it? I turned around in my chair. I didn’t know if Larry was just
yanking my chain, but part of me hoped he was.
Fuck it! Pierre was there.
Pierre made one swift bowing motion in front of me, it seemed like one of
those moves only some member of a king’s court or something would make. He
was either French or fucking gay. He took my hand in his and laid a gentle kiss
across my knuckles. That was good, touching helped with energy ready.
His eyes keeping perfect contact with mine through out his respectful
motions. It wasn’t the first time I’ve had vampires act this way… but it was the
first time I hadn’t been repulsed. Fuck! This was so not going to end well.
His lips where cold and smooth against my hand, both soft and hard.
People seemed to think vampires where white, but you have to remember
they’re dead bodies. They don’t turn white unless they’ve been fed, they’re blue.
Not the beautiful deep blue of Piér’s eyes, but the slightest shading in there skin
that told you they where dead. They definitely weren’t decomposing anymore.
But a dead bodies a dead body if you ask me.
Physical contact usually sucked, especially coming from a vampire. But
this is what I needed, if I wanted to get him killed, I needed to remember his
energy. This wasn’t going to end happily if I didn’t remember his energy. Its one
of the few things that helps me identifies a decoy when I needed to and Pierre
looked like a guy who would use one if he needed to.
His clothing was as I expected it to be. His shirt was of a classic style with
ruffles and a short black leather vest. His pants were the only really sign he knew
what age he was in. Most men can’t pull off skin tight leather pants that looked
like fetish wear, but this one could. Lucky bastard I wish I could move that
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“Greetings Michelle, I have heard much of your beauty from Mr. Rose.
But never did I dream of a beauty as fair as your own.” He said in a flattering
tone. Usually I would have ripped some vamps balls off for flattery, it was rash
but at least I knew it was me.
“Flattery will get everywhere Pierre… usually. But you won’t find your
way to my bed through sweet words and false promises” I said as I slid into my
vacant expression. I’ll admit mine wasn’t the most impressive I have ever seen,
but I could keep my voice clean and face clear of emotion. That was better than
most people. My eyes weren’t perfect but perfection comes with time.
“My apologies ma fleur delicate, I meant no offense.” He said making a
sweeping motion with his hand that seemed like both a bow and an invitation
for him to avoid my gaze. Wow, did I just make the big bad vampire blush? Did I
care? Answer: fuck yeah I cared!
“I’ll leave you two to talk, my shifts going to start in a few minutes. I’ll go
give Candy and a few of the others a hand backstage.” He said as he walked
away from the table. I didn’t know Larry worked here, what do you know, learn
something new every day.
I never let my gaze flicker from Pierre, he was handsome and charming
but he was still a vampire on my ‘to do’ list. You don’t take your eyes off the bad
guy. No matter what’s happening, you never leave a vampire at your back! That
was one of the very first rules I ever learned, the bad guys are not to be trusted,
under any circumstances. A vampire is still a vampire until it’s beheaded and
had its heart removed. A vampire is still a vampire till I get the chance to kill
him. or should that be, re-kill him?
“Sit Pierre, we have much to discuss.” I said, letting a half coy half
seductive smile creep across my lips. He sat down at studied my features. “Now,
why would a master vampire agree to see me? There is no way you don’t know
who I am. Guys like you always have the best information, and yet, you called
me Michelle. Why?” I asked. I knew just about every vamp in the city knew who
I was, but even with the makeover my eyes wouldn’t fool anyone.
“Your eyes” he said simply.
“There my one fault. Damn it! Do me a favor, call me Jacqueline. I’d prefer
my cover wasn’t blown. I don’t want more surgery. I don’t need bigger boobs!” I
said in a pouty flirtatious voice. I didn’t care if he was a corpse, I didn’t intend on
fucking him. Flirting was fun, it was a release. I found it amazing when I learnt
how to show emotion while still remaining cold and distant. Some doctors do it,
they talk to you but you get the feeling they’re not really there.
“On the contrary, eyes like violets. I’ve never seen anything like it; it’s not
something I’m likely to forget. True your appearance is somewhat changed from
the last photo I was given of you, but I suppose the devils bounty hunter has to
keep a low profile. Not that I don’t like this look, its very becoming of you. But I
didn’t think you needed to change anything, you where beautiful to begin with.”
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want compliments, not from him. Okay, maybe I did want them. But I knew it
was bad to want them, it was very bad to want them.
“A girl has to keep herself hidden. Secret identities only work if they’re a
secret. Now, no more games of flattery Pierre, you know who I am, and more
importantly you know you’re on my list. Why would you willingly meet with
me?” I asked. I hated people playing me; it wasn’t fair unless I knew the rules.
“Je suis impressionné Jacqueline, smart and beautiful. You are right; I do
have a second reason for coming tonight other than the obvious. I want your
help, I had heard you had a contract with the powers below but I never believe
rumors. I wish to ask your protection against such powers. You’re the most likely
person to get to me, so it seems logical to ask you for protection.” He said. He
stared at me with those impeccable eyes, fuck I love French guys. Damn, what is
it about some hot foreigner complimenting me that makes me feel flattered? I
never feel flattered. Not usually anyway.
“Let me get this straight, you want the Devils Bounty Hunter to protect
you? Who the hell told you my boss gave me a contract for you?” I asked. He
smiled and it was a smile that promised darker things. Things that belong in
either wet dreams or night mares, at the moment I didn’t know which one.
“I’ve had many people looking for me as of late; I suppose I merely
assumed it was because of ‘you know who’. I don’t understand why someone
suddenly wants me dead, but for whatever reason, I believe you’re the only one
with the abilities I need to protect me. Am I wrong in assuming ‘you know who’
wants me dead?” he asked. For a dead French guy he played innocent horribly.
“I don’t know what my boss wants, but I know he hasn’t given me your
file… yet. If I were you, I’d be grateful. If he gives me your contract you’ll be
sleeping in a coffin permanently. I don’t go back on a deal Pierre. si je vous veux
mort vous serez, if I want you dead you will be.” I said. He wasn’t the only
wanker that knew how to speak French. One of the good things about taking
French in high school, you never know when it might come in handy.
“Touché Jacqueline, how many people have offered you contracts for my
head?” he asked. I smiled; I get a little boastful when it comes to my job. I’m the
only girl I’ve ever met with the balls to do what I do, why should I brag?
“17 contracts, I haven’t decided weather or not to take them yet. You’re a
very hard man to find Pierre, but it won’t be so hard now.” I said as I smiled at
him from across the table. It was strange for us both t talk so peacefully about his
death. But I suppose, I like talking about my job. I just don’t have a lot of people
willing to talk with me about it. Blood and bullets aren’t every body’s bread and
butter.
“How much have you been offered?” he asked. It’s nice to know how
much your head’s worth to some people. I made it a joke a few years back, a
client asked for one of my hits heads brought to him on a silver platter, lets just
say, be careful what you wish for. Most people don’t have the stomach to handle
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“Well, the highest I’ve been offered was 300. You’ve pissed some pretty
big people off. It makes me curious as to how the fuck you managed. It’s not
every day I get offered 300 grand to kill someone. You should be flattered.” I
said. He chuckled and threw me another far too suggestive smile. Damn, why do
French guys seem to do it for me? Fuck sake, if he kept smiling like that only god
knows were I’ll end up tonight.
“I suppose I am flattered, but it’s also a relatively frightening concept. I’m
not sure why people want me dead, my interests have been relatively law
abiding lately.” He said.
Again the failed innocent look, why do vampires insist on playing
human? I never understood it to be perfectly honest. It doesn’t make sense to me,
why deny what you are just to keep up appearances? But I suppose I’m being
hypocritical now, it’s like someone asking me why I’d come to a place like ‘Feed’
just to make me informants more comfortable. The answer: because it’s easy and
it works to your advantage.
“How much do you want for your protection?” He asked. That caught me
off guard, it shouldn’t have, but it did. I wasn’t use to having to bargain for a
contract. They offered money; I either accepted or turned them down.
“It depends. Are we talking about 24hour protection or call and answer?”
I asked. 24 hour protection meant I needed both a trusted group of body guards
at my disposal and usually I would have to move very close to the subject in
question. But call and answer basically meant part time. If he needed to go some
were then I’d have to drop whatever I was doing and escort him there. It’s like
part time bodyguard work I suppose.
“24hour protection, of coarse.” he said.
“Okay, well if I agree to this. I need a team of at least 4 body guards that
you trust at my disposal, and I need to know where I’ll be staying. I can’t guard
you 24/7 from my house. I’ll need accommodation. I’ll need full access anywhere
within your home at all times, so if I were you I’d start sleeping in at least a pair
of boxers. Other than that I’d usually ask for my usual fee.” I said.
Okay, that was a lie. I didn’t usually do 24hour guarding; I’d usually turn
them down flat. But hell, something tells me I wanted to take this job, fucked if I
knew why, but I did.
He leaned closer to me, resting his elbows on the table and staring into my
eyes.
“And what is your usual fee?” he asked.
He was giving me the full undivided attention of his eyes. Under normal
circumstances that would be enough to make me blush, but not right now. We
were still talking about business here. I should know first hand, business and
pleasure never mix.
“At my normal rate, for you it will end up costing 10grand a week. No
one I’ve ever protected has died, certainty doesn’t come cheap.” I said as I
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hour. But what can I say? If you want the best in protection you’re going to have
to pay the best end of the money fountain. I like being on the higher end of the
protection circuit.
“That sounds acceptable. When would you be willing to start?” he asked.
“When will you we willing for me to move in?” I asked. I felt half
sarcastically, half seriously. He smiled over at me, that stupid suggestive smile
that made things lower on my body tighten. Damn him!
“As soon as you’re ready.” He said. Well, that depends then.
“Well, I’ll have to go home and get some provisions. I don’t think I
brought my wardrobe with me. And I’d rather have more ammunition on me
that what I have at the moment, so, give me an hour and I should be ready, its
not every day I move in with a man I’ve know for less than twenty minutes.” I
said as I threw him my own crooked seductive smile. He chuckled and nodded
his head, hopefully in agreement.
“I shall wait here for your return Jacqueline, its not ever day I ask a
woman to move in with me. Even less likely for her to do it for money.” He said.
But some how I seriously doubted that women weren’t dating him for money,
maybe a good fuck, but the money would definitely be a defining factor. He was
rich; he owned half the town and enough illegal businesses to sink a battle ship.
Literally.
“I know what you are thinking, but believe me, I have other attributes
even a woman with standards such as your own would crave.” He said.
I hate when guys try to imply that they’re big. Fuck its annoying, if they
really where so well endowed they wouldn’t find the need to say so. But I
suppose, how are we going to know if they don’t tell us? I make it a point to
never look at anything other than their face. Eye contact is everything.
“One more thing and this one’s a deal breaker, if you pimp out Larry
again then the deal is off. I walk away, take one of the contracts and kill you. It’ll
be that simple… Do we have a deal?” I asked.
I always liked getting to the point, I hate pussy footing around. It
frustrates me. He scrutinized my face, but as long as I was in control of my
emotions he’d know I wasn’t joking. And there was no way in hell I was joking. I
won’t get a friend hurt when I can help him out of it.
“You’re serious aren’t you?” he asked.
“I’m incredibly serious. Larry’s a very dear friend of mine, I don’t want
him hurt. And from what I hear, you’re not the only one hurting him. I’ll give
you my protection if you give me his.” I said. He smiled and pursed his lips. He
was thinking. Good.
“If I agree to this our contract is binding. You will protect me until this
threat is no longer a threat.” He said. Oh, fuck. Now there we may have a bit of a
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“Okay, we seem to be getting a little confused. Do you want my

protection, or do you won’t me to find out who the hell’s trying to get you
killed?” I asked.
“I have people hunting down these people, you don need to worry
yourself over that. But I need to know you won’t find a way to giggle out of this
contract, take my money and run if you could.” He said.
“I won’t be ‘wiggling’ out of this contract. But if I’m contacted by my
‘boss’ you’ll be compromised. I will need to for fill his contract or I die. Its either
you except that or we have a problem.” I said. He smiled and nodded.
“I’m aware of your contract Jacqueline. I will try to stay out of your way if
it comes to that.” He said.
“Well Pierre, it seems we have an agreement then.” I said. He smiled and
nodded. Good.
“It seems we do.” He agreed. I stood and turned around. Bad move to
turn your back on a vampire, but we were in public, he couldn’t do anything
here. I hoped.
I don’t say good bye anymore. There’s no point, especially when I’ll be
back in an hour. I was content now. I could remember his energy now; if he came
near me again I would know.
Everyone’s energy is different. It’s almost like a smell, or a taste.
Everyone’s different. Piér had a cold energy, sweet but bitter. He reminded me of
the drink, lemon lime bitters. That’s how I’ll remember him.
I walked out of the club and strait up to my car. It was dark and cold; I
was definitely going to grab a jacket. As I drove home I started making a list of
the things I would need.
I was going to need mostly close range guns, though if I take me rifle it
wouldn’t hurt. Id take my pair of Semi auto 357 glock’s, they where a gift from a
mentor I’d been out of contact with. Sweet guy; always had a bit of a school girl
crush on him. What could I say? The guy was hot! Thick muscles Russian accent
tall dark and handsome. He was sex on legs.
I’d need my mini Uzi; he was my favorite gun lately. I’d need my silver
knife collection hell, I’d probably even take my carving knives, and I’d need
some extra ammunition. My shoulder holster, waist holster, inner thigh holster.
I’d pack most my wardrobe, though it needed a fucking update anyway.
Most of my clothing was black so at least I’ll blend in the fucking body guards.
At least I had plenty of underwear but my pajamas could be better. I usually
sleep in my bloody underwear, I’ll be damned if I’m going to change that for any
assholes now.
It took me a little over an hour to get fully packed and ready, its true, two
head is better than one. But I was on my own tonight. No matter how much I
wish, my muscles just didn’t compare with any man’s. I usually spent most of
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run with some of the local female cops. There’s nothing like running with a
bunch of chicks who act like back up. What can I say?
There’s safety in numbers, even I know that.
Part Three
Home Sweet Fucking Home
I had just picked up Pierre form the night club ‘Feed’, the back of my car
was full to the brim. If I was moving in, I was taking what I needed. My guns
and cloths were loaded, and I had three guns strapped to my body. Talk about
deadly fashion accessories.
I took the liberty of taking my Desert Eagle 44 magnum gas operated semi
auto pistol out of my purse and slipping it into my inner thigh holster, the dress
was just long enough to hide it. Thank fucking god I didn’t opt for the mini skirt
option. I mean, the dress was short, but I had worse dresses. Dresses that put this
one to shame on the slut-o meter. What can I say, men like thighs.
I took the liberty of adding a jacket; I had it half zipped down so it would
be easier to grab one of the two semi auto 357 glock’s resting in my shoulder
holsters. I didn’t feel as calm about tonight as I did before, so I decided to have as
much firepower on me as I could. The jacket came in handy, hiding the two
shoulder holsters with ease. Times like these I’m happy I buy all my weapon
accessories in black. It makes hiding them a lot easier.
I had broken my last wrist sheaths taking down the ‘Don’ of the Italian
Mafia last month. I had a nice few little indents in my skin thanks to a bunch of
bullets. It hurts to get shot, and I still bleed and absolute fuck load. But what
hurts more is when you have to fish around and find the mother fuckers. And
usually you’d have to stick a hot poker in to clear out the infections and seal up
the wounds.
“So, how did you come to be the Devils Bounty Hunter?” Pierre asked. I
turned to him for a minute; I swear I had forgotten he was even there. That
wasn’t like me, but hell, I was thinking too much. But one thing was for sure, I
really didn’t know what to say.
“Umm, I made a contract with ‘You Know Who’ when I was younger, I’ve
been doing his dirty work ever since.” I said.
“Why did you sign the contract?” he asked.
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“What did he give you?” he asked. Damn this guy just can’t take a hint. I
sighed and tried to concentrate on the road, vampires piss me off for more than
one reason.
“He saved my boyfriends life. He died of cancer a few hours before I
signed the contract, and the second I signed it… he was alive. I was young and in
love. But the weird thing is, even if I could go back and do it again. I’d still
probably sign the damn thing. It’s fucked up my life, but I don’t know what else
I could do.” I explained.
Pierre nodded as if he understood. Stupid fucking vampires. I hated
telling my story; it was one thing to have to think about it. But once you tell
someone about a vulnerable time in your life, it takes away from the whole
invincible devils bounty hunter approach. People don’t look at you the same
after that. I wanted Pierre to be scared of me. Don’t ask me why? But scaring
vampires shitless makes me smile. Something about staring death in the face and
coming out the winner seems to appeal to me; why else would I do this fucking
job?
“Are you still with the man?” he asked. Damn, vampires just don’t know
when to leave well enough alone.
“No” was all I said. He waited for me to continue but turned away when
he realized I wouldn’t.
“How long have you been doing this?” he asked. Oh Jesus Christ!
“Do you ever shut up?” I asked angrily. He chuckled and placed his hand
on my thigh, he was dangerously close to my gun among other things. “Take it
off before I break it off. And I’m so not talking about your arm.” I said through
gritted teeth. He laughed but pulled away his hand back into his lap. Smart man.
Never poke the big dog when he’s already aggravated.
We pulled into the Car park of the exotic dance club ‘Beast’. I knew the
vampires stayed undergrounds during the day, but I never expected Pierre of all
people to live below a strip joint.
“Someone will come for your… equipment. I’ll show you to your
quarters.” He said. I didn’t know how I felt about random people handling my
stuff, but hell. I was going to be living here, kind of.
“I think it’ll be a better idea to meet the body guards I’ll be working with.
Four or five people you’d trust with your life, no exceptions.” I said. I wasn’t
going to waste my time training someone he wasn’t going to use later. He
needed to trust them, I hate having a client all jumpy. It sends nerves through
out the group, not good in a hostile situation.
“I have three people I would trust with my life Jacqueline, one of them is
you.” He said. Oh shit, I was afraid that would happen.
“I can call in people I’d trust, but then we have a problem. People I trust
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I could call in Demetrius and Giovanni would surely follow. But just
because I’d trust my life to a bunch of homicidal maniacs doesn’t mean Piér will
trust them.
“If you trust them with your life Jacqueline I doubt I’ll have trouble
trusting them with my own. A person with your reputation is not one likely to
trust many people with such a thing.” He said.
Well, fucker had a point. I don’t trust anyone, but Demetrius and
Giovanni were my masters. Not anymore, but they were once upon a time. They
taught me everything I know, I owed them my life. The added bonus that
Demetrius was the hottest man candy I’ve ever met just happened to of helped.
“I’ll give them a call, but I can’t guarantee they’ll come. There in the same
line of work as myself, and knowing them, I doubt they’ll be free.” I said.
“Then we’ll have a problem.” He was right.
“Then we’ll have a problem.” I agreed.
“I’m sure Paris and David will be waiting in your quarters.” Wait a
minute, why were they in my room? What the fuck were a pair of thugs waiting
for me in my quarters? If I have to kick some ones ass to be taken seriously I’ll do
it, but I don’t like surprises. They piss me off. I had to ask
“And why pray tell are they waiting in my quarters? Planning to ambush
me perhaps?” I said sarcastically. He opened the door to ‘Beast’ and ushered me
inside.
“Non Love, they are just as dedicated to their jobs as you are to yours.
They were waiting for your instructions.” He explained. Well, I doubted that. No
one is as dedicated to their job as I am to mine. But I suppose, I bring my work
home with me, they live their job. What unlucky bastards.
“Ok, how close is my room to yours and there’s?” I asked. He looked over
at me suspiciously and smiled.
“Why petite magnifique papillon? Are you planning on entering our rooms
in the middle of the night?” he asked. I couldn’t help it I had to laugh, well, scoff.
That’s the best you get from me these days, I don’t laugh; it shows too much
emotion.
“You wish! Sorry Pierre, I don’t sleep with men on a first date or in your
case ever. Business and pleasure don’t mix, that’s how I got into this job anyway.
Talk about learning the hard way.” I said.
He looked so depressed; a possibility for a shot at my bed can’t be that
tempting. But I suppose he’s never seen the scars. And if all goes well, he never
will see the damn things. They don’t hurt anymore and they don’t get in the way
of my job, they just look horrible.
The ones mostly prominent on my front were from a werelion attack. I’m
happy to say I eventually hunted the bastard down and made him suffer. I won’t
horrify you by describing all the gory details; let’s just say he came away in
pieces. His pard holds a bit of a personal vendetta against me, but they haven’t
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hunter, maybe he should start fights unless he’s ready to play with the big dogs.
The term ‘pick on someone your own size’ came to mind.
Most of the scars on my back were from some pretty whacked up shit a
vampire did to me. Let’s just say ‘play thing’ or ‘sex toy’ described me to a tea.
But still, the whips and chains were hardly necessary. But hey, if that’s what gets
you off then that’s what gets you off, who am I to judge? Considering it gets me
off, I really shouldn’t complain.
There are a few on my waist line from knife wounds. The vampire who
tortured me really got a kick out of punishment. So, I made sure he died slowly.
Painfully, very ironic, I like irony, keeps things interesting.
I owe my life to Demetrius for many reasons. This is one of them. He was
the first bastard to track me down. He kicked the shit out of vampire boy, but he
left him chained to the bed for me to play with. Good man. Torturing vampires is
fun. The only way to really hurt them, holly water silver knives and holly objects.
Let’s just say, vampires aren’t the only ones who can get a little… creative.
Demetrius would have loved to pump the bastard full of led, I knew that
for sure. But he let me have my fun; I had a stronger stomach than he did. I don’t
think Demetrius would have been able to watch me pour holly water all over his
private parts. Probably would have made him cry. Just imagine having acid pour
all over your special member, I don’t think it’s a sight any man could bear to
watch. To close to home if you know what I mean.
But either way, he wanted me to have my fun. Demetrius knows I’m a
sadistic little bitch, but he loves it. He sees so much of himself in me, I wish. But
what can I say? I’m the student to his mentor, and from what I can tell; I think
he’s proud of the little demonic gun slinger I’ve become.
Pierre led me through the stage room. It’s just like every other strip club.
Platforms with polls scattered through out the room. There was a main stage up
the front, and enough booths with desperate men to sink a battle ship. I hated
places like this. It was nothing more than just another reason for men to exploit
women.
I hated that, all throughout high school I grew up in a world thinking my
main goal in life was to please men. God was I wrong. If a man couldn’t put up
with what I do, well fuck him. He can work around my neuroses not the other
way around. I wear the pants in he relationship, just another reason why I’ve had
so few relationships. Men just can’t deal with being the wife. Go figure.
Pierre led me through the staff room; I don’t know what I expected.
Maybe a taste full lounge room or something along those lines. I didn’t expect
locker rooms, though it seems perfectly obvious. Strippers don’t need lounge
rooms, strippers need lockers to keep all the clothes they throw away during the
act. And considering they wear even more clothes before they get on stage. Well,
you get the picture. Locker rooms were appropriate, lounge chairs… not so
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You don’t seriously think strippers walk around all day in G-strings do
you? Strippers are people to, just like me. We live our normal little lives during
the day, or sleep. And then when it's dark, our jobs take over. We are no longer
ourselves and the problems that come from normal life don’t matter, we are our
jobs.
I carry my gun with me at all times, but that’s more of a choice. Or I
suppose even precaution; my job isn’t an easy one or a predictable one for that
matter. You never know what’s awaiting you around the corner. Hell, if its
anything as scary as me you’re going to be fucking grateful you’re carrying a
piece. Trust me.
But I’m lucky, there’s only ‘Devils Bounty Hunter’ out there. Well, that I
know of. And something tells me she won’t shoot me, no point taking your own
life. But I suppose, I do have potential threats out there. It’s bad to make friends
in my business, no matter whom or how you came to be friends with that person.
It’s just bad business.
By calling in Demetrius and Giovanni, I’m admitting to trusting them, you
only trust people close to you. I’ll be admitting they’re close to me; caring about
people makes you vulnerable. Bad guy rule number one. If the target is to hard
to go after you go after their families and loved ones. It’s just… logical.
Demetrius is unfortunately on that list. That very short list of people I
trust. I suppose, in a way, so is Larry. He may just be an informant, but I don’t
want him getting killed. I suppose I do care about him, what do you know, my
list just got longer. Two people on my list, I doubt I’d willingly sacrifice my life
for Giovanni. Don’t get me wrong, I’d miss the guy if he was gone, but I’m not
going to take a bullet for him. Fuck that.
That was going to be a problem, if I called in Demetrius and it came down
to him or Pierre, I’d pick Demetrius. I was brought in now to take care of Pierre, I
was his personal bodyguard. But if Demetrius was here… that would
compromise my person. It would be a conflict of interest. That wasn’t good.
But if I didn’t call him and Giovanni in, there was a higher chance of an
inside job taking place. I doubt Demetrius would betray me any easier than I
could betray him. I didn’t know about Giovanni, but whatever Demetrius said,
Giovanni would follow. Good little lap dog.
Pierre led me through a small wooden door in the corner of the red and
purple locker room; I suppose it was only fitting for a strip club. The wooden
door led into a narrow stone corridor. The corridor was on a downwards slop so
I assumed it was leading underground. I couldn’t think of anywhere else it was
going.
The corridor reminded me of one of those old vampire movies. Like Bram
stokes Dracula, with the big stone castles and the torches lining the walls. I felt
just like I was in an old fashioned vampire movie. Hell, now that I think about it,
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The corridor seemed to go on forever. Pierre thankfully stayed quiet the

whole way there. The corridor was a little eerie but I didn’t need his constant
yammering to interrupt the silence. I liked silence.
When the corridor mercifully ended Pierre opened a large old wooden
door. The kind with black metal holding the planks together. I knew vampires
slept in coffins and all the old Hollywood bullshit about holly items being there
downfall. But what the hell, I never expected vampires to live in dank little
tunnels underground or big old abandoned castles, roaming catacombs for fun.
Talk about stereotypical.
We walked through the door together. It led into another hallway. This
hallway was nothing like the first. It was spacious and tall, with red painted
walls. It was dimly lit by cascading candle light. We made our way to the end
corridor and stood be for a tall ebony door. I liked this décor better.
“Paris and David will be sharing Paris’s room. We’ve given you David’s.
If your two friends come they will have to decide among themselves where they
sleep.” Pierre said.
I nodded; I’d bunked with the guys before. I’ll admit, never for as long as
this, but we’ll manage. Giovanni has a thing about physical contact in beds;
someone really fucked him up when he was a kid. So, I guess if this place has got
a couch he can bunk there.
He opened the door wide enough so we could both walk through without
a hassle. Wow. I had been expecting something small like a hotel room; it wasn’t
often that a vampire master took good care of his followers. I was starting to like
Pierre.
The front room was a large open lounge room with a large black leather L
shaped couch in the centre. The walls were a deep purple that matched the rest
of the décor. Candles lined the walls and a delicate chandelier hung from the
very high roof.
I leaned over slightly towards Pierre. “David’s got good taste.”
“Thank you” said a deep anonymous voice from the far corner. I was
surprised, but I didn’t let it show. I kept the same emotion on my face the entire
time.
Damn it! I let my guard down, that’s not like me. Fuck, these guys were
either very good, or I was getting worse. Maybe I would like these guys after all.
Or, more likely, maybe I’d hate them.
“You’re welcome.” I said as I continued to examine the room. I wasn’t
really looking at the room; I was trying to look at anything other than David. It
gave the illusion I knew he was there but thought it impolite to bring attention to
how badly his little hiding in shadow routine was. Or at least, that what I hoped
it looked like.
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amateurs I would know their names. That or they’re fucking good at hiding. That
made sense; why else would Pierre trust these fuckers?
“So you decorated yourself then I gather” I said. David came out of the
shadows, smiling a wide open mouthed grin flashing a set of beautiful pearly
whites and two elongated fangs. Someone hadn’t fed in a while.
Vampires teeth extend either when they’re hungry or they’re about to
feed. I never really understood why, some college professor dude tried to explain
it to me. It was something about a build up of venom that forces their teeth out
and coaxing them into feeding. I only knew a few vampires that could resist the
random hormones and endorphins that get released into there blood stream, but
hell, that’s why you need your vampires to keep feed. David hadn’t been fed.
His clothing was much like any other bodyguard. Inconspicuous black
pants and matching solid black turtle neck, damn I hated turtle necks. They were
so damn itchy, but I suppose, when your vampire and can stand in one spot for a
million years and still feel 100% comfortable some thing as stupid as turtle neck
wouldn’t bother you. Damned if I was going to wear a damn turtle neck.
I was human, well as close to human as the Devils Bounty Hunter can get
to human. No matter how much I wished I could heal fast or run faster than a
speeding bullet… I couldn’t. Poor me.
David was tall and muscular, not body builder muscled like most body
guards I’ve met recently. But swimmer muscles, strong but better
proportionalised.
I didn’t see the point in men looking like body builders, especially when
you were in my line of work. Body builders weren’t usually flexible. That was
bad. I myself proudly had a four pack, I was getting to a six pack but even I don’t
get to spend all my time working out. Poor me.
I was use to doing aerobics with Demetrius when I was training, but I
gave up a little while after I got settled into the business. I was going to get
chastised for that. Yippee.
Demetrius was body builder muscular though. He was the only guy I
knew with that much muscle that was actually incredibly flexible. It would come
in handy… if you catch my drift.
Demetrius was always very strict when he came to his rules and
regulations, his schedule and personal life. Hell, I don’t think there was anything
in his life he didn’t like being in complete control of. The main reason why we
would never have worked, I was spontaneous and he was about as stiff as the
pole up Kevin Rud’s ass.
I bet—if he shows up—he’ll try to get me doing aerobics and fucking ten k
runs every day. Fuck that. Just cause he didn’t have a life. But I suppose as long
as we were here I wasn’t going to have much of an active social life either.
The only bad thing, I was scared of seeing Demetrius in action. I
remember the main thing I absolutely loved Demetrius was that he was fucking
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thought men should. Hey, I may want men to appreciate I can kick their ass if I
want to. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want a man that can take charge of me.
Hell that was one of my main turn ones for fuck sake. I’m usually dominate, I
like taking charge. But if a guy can top me, he deserves it.
I liked men that took charge, but only if they could take charge. Demetrius
had no problems running my life, but all his little traits made me wonder about
how he’d be in the bedroom. Would he be commanding and dominant, the way
he was in action, the way he was when he made me swoon. Or if he’d be all
enlightened and scarily organized, the way he was in every day life, the way he
was when he both intrigued and bored me to death.
I wondered why he felt the needed to analyze every aspect in his life; it
was fucking annoying I can tell you that. I knew even now we couldn’t be
together, not with all his fucked up rules. But then again, there were other
reasons. We were both in the same line of work, but I was the Devils Bounty
Hunter.
He may be a bodyguard at times and a hit man at others. But he wasn’t
like me, he could kill, but he didn’t enjoy it the same way I did. I enjoyed the
sensation of taking a life; I enjoyed the blood and the gore. We both enjoyed the
fact that by taking that life we were saving others, but that was all. He didn’t
much care for the level of violence and torture that I did, but he would do it. It
didn’t matter to him how he killed someone, all he thought was the end justifies
the means.
The one time I actually saw him flare to life, was when he came to my
rescue. He came and saved me from that fucking sick sadistic vampire. I watched
Demetrius tackled that blood sucking bastard to the ground and shove that knife
in his stomach. The stabbings didn’t kill him, but it hurt. He didn’t want to kill
the bastard, he wanted to hurt him. But we both agreed I did a better job of
torture.
I would make sure he suffered, before that day I would have said better
than any mother fucker I’ve ever met. But looking into Demetrius’s eyes that
day, he could have done things I would have been proud of.
Demetrius had been the first man to see me fully naked with the new
markings. When I say man, I mean man, not vampire. He saw them but instead
of being disgusted… he was angry, almost damn furious. I never understood
why my scares made him pissed and not fucking disgusted. They made me both
I suppose, but still.
I always guessed he was just pissed some vampire actually got me; I know
that’s why I was fucking pissed. I was his student and the Devils Bounty Hunter;
I was supposed to be invincible. But what could I say? I was immortal, not
invincible. I still marked up, but I couldn’t die.
So you could play with me and torture me all you wanted, because
unfortunately I wasn’t going to die. The torture would last, god damn I hate the
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with that one and tossed me a little extra healing ability or something. But no, I
just had to tough it out.
But it doesn’t matter; I was always going to be grateful to him. he saved
my… well, he didn’t save my life. I was never in danger of loosing that. But he
saved me from a lot more scares. I knew I would heal from anything. But the
healing process was still a bitch.
Demetrius stayed with me the whole time, he never left my side when I
was recovering. He was very protective… or possessive, I haven’t decided which
yet. But he was there and he was the first man that didn’t look repulsed by the
scars, angered, but not repulsed. Or at least, he never let it show. Faithful little
lap dog he was.
David moved towards me and beckoned for my hand, it seemed to be the
norm for vampires these days. I gave it to him willingly, we were all friends here,
I hoped. He too my hand and lay a gentle kiss upon my knuckles. I would have
said it was a pleasant tickling sensation if his fangs hadn’t brushed my hand.
I took my hand back and smiled politely at him. I used my senses to
check the room. I had always known when danger was near, I suppose that’s
why I wasn’t able to sense David; he meant me no harm. I still didn’t sense
danger, but I knew London was in the room. I could hear his breathing.
Vampires didn’t need to breath, but I suppose it’s a hard habit to break. He
couldn’t be over 1000 years then. Vampires seem to learn how to break all habits
after that long. Poor London.
David’s eyes were beautiful, I had never seen eyes that deeper shade of
green before. It was stunningly beautiful. They stood out against his short brown
hair; he either had a very good hairdresser or was fucking lucky. I was betting he
was just fucking luck. Damn.
“Hello London” I said without taking my eyes off of David. I heard a deep
husky laughter come from the shadows before London stepped forth. I had to
smile.
“Good evening Miss Jefferies, or shall I call you Miss Belleview?” he
asked. Smart ass vampire bastard.
“I change my name and appearance frequently London, how do you
know either name is my own?” I asked. He smiled a wide toothy grin, chuckling
as it spread along his lips. He was just as hungry as David.
London was even taller than David which put him at about the same
height as Pierre. He was just as handsome as David, but his muscles were not
that of a swimmer. More like a runners muscled, the long wire like kind. I liked
muscles but too much is over kill. Except on Demetrius, everything looked good
on Demetrius.
He was dressed exactly the same as David, I had to admit the outfit suited
David better. And did everyone have to be so much taller than me? It was
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beckoned for my hand. I gave it to him in the same manner I had given my hand
over to David.
If he were human, I would have guessed him to be about 30, maybe. Late
twenties even. London’s hair was long for a man; it stretched down just past his
ears and curls slightly around the edges. It made him look innocent, but his eyes
said other wise. They were like my own, careful and hollow. They said nothing
and everything. He was no innocent. He kissed my knuckles lightly; it was
almost a perfect mirror of David’s, until I felt his tongue lick across my knuckles.
I let him French my hand and showed no emotion. You wouldn’t be able to tell if
I just won the lottery or killed my grandmother for insurance.
He chuckled and brought his lips away from my hand slowly. I took back
my hand but made no attempt to wipe of his saliva. I ignored the gesture
completely. Its not good to show someone they just made you uncomfortable
anyway.
“You came for orders, yes?” I asked. They both looked at one another and
nodded in perfect unison. If I didn’t know better I would have said they were
twins, but I knew better. The looks for one thing were a dead give away. But still.
I wasn’t sure how I knew but I could tell their ages. London would have been at
least 500 years old, were as David only felt around 300. He was very young.
They were both beautiful, but that was more than common for a vampire.
Their features were perfectly strait and proportionalised, just as their
complection’s were pail as snow… blue snow. I had expected human body
guards; don’t ask me why, I suppose I was just use to them.
“Ok, first things first. You’re no good to me hungry, I wont you fed before
I see you again. Do you understand?” I asked.
David smiled and nodded, well, at least he understood orders. London’s
eyes showed a flicker of irritation before nodding. Something tells me he doesn’t
like taking orders from a girl, well fuck him.
“How soon can you be ready?” I asked David.
He was younger and I knew in the vampire world addressing him instead
of his superior was offensive, but this was my world. Fuck them. He looked over
at London for a moment, he noticed it too. But, technically I was there superior
now, they would both answer to me, they had no choice. He continued to smile
politely even though his eyes gave away his anxiety.
“We can be ready within the hour Miss Jacqueline?” he said, asking my
name as if it were a question. I smiled at that, good man.
“Jacqueline or Miss Belleview, it’s your choice, both of you.” I said. I
looked over at London who smiled, but didn’t meet his eyes. Hell, he didn’t like
the chain of command, who did? Answer: me.
They both nodded and disappeared without as much as another word.
Good little bitches, do as your told. I liked that. No questions asked, just
followed orders. I turned to Pierre who was smiling down at me, I couldn’t
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“What?” I finally asked. He chuckled lightly and shook his head.

“For a woman so small to annoy London so greatly, it was a sight to be
seen. He see’s women more as objects than people, he doesn’t take kindly to
being ordered around by a woman. I thought this would be a fun evening, I was
right.” He explained.
“Well, he’s not the first guy to hate the chain of command. Life’s a bitch
that way. At least he follows an order, that’s all I can really ask of him.” I said.
Pierre nodded as if I had just said something very interesting. I hadn’t. I pulled
out my black Nokia and dial Demetrius’s number. Not saved under his name of
course.
“What are you doing?” Pierre asked.
“Calling in the only two people in this world I trust, they won’t come
cheap.” I warned him. He chuckled slightly.
“Money will never be a problem. Get them to agree on a salary and
simply tell me they’re price. Money is worth little when you die” he said. Hell,
for a walking dead guy he should know.
“Their pay rate is the same as my own” I warned him, I knew I wasn’t
cheap, far from it.
“That is acceptable” he said happily. Who says acceptable? The phone
wrung three times before Demetrius picked up.
“Hello?” he asked. I smiled, it had been years and still Demetrius hadn’t
changed. I missed this voice. That deep husky voice…
“Blue, I need your help.” I said.
We had come up with codenames when I was his student. It would let the
other person know we were not alone. There was a long pause on the phone; the
only sound was his breathing.
“What do you need my help with, Violet?” he finally asked.
“Are you working any time soon?”
“I have a few options, but I have made no commitments.”
“I’ve been offered a body guarding job, one I am extending to you, and
Grey. The client has two ‘trusted’ guards, but that’s not enough for a 24/7 job.
You were my first choice. Well, choices.” I said. Another long pause, he was
always like this; afraid to speak his mind. I wanted him to tell me what he was
thinking; I had always yearned to know what the fuck was going on in his head.
“Where are you?” he asked. Yes! Victory! He never asked for an address
unless he was coming.
“New York, meet me at a club named ‘Beast’, there’s only one with that
name in the city.” I said.
“The strip club?” he asked in disbelief. I couldn’t help but laugh a little
“Yes Blue, the strip club. Have you been there before?” I asked. He was
silent once again, God damn it.
“Perhaps this is a story for another time Violet, I’ll be there by… sunrise”
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“Make sure you bring Grey along… tell him to bring his toys.” I said
“Can do.”
“Oh, and Blue?” I asked
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”… It was something I don’t believe I’ve ever said before. But,
it was something I needed to say. The Devils Bounty Hunter still has a heart you
know.
Silence
“Your welcome.” He said before hanging up abruptly. That was my
Yeah… that was my Demy alright. Scary emotional commitment is.
“So?” Pierre asked.
“They’ll be here by sunrise, so you won’t get to see them till sunset. But
don’t worry; they’ll live up to your expectations.” I said. My cavalry better live
up to his expectations. They were the best we’ve got. The best anyone’s ever
going to get.
“I’m sure they will. Who will be watching over me while I sleep?” he
asked. Oh fuck, well, looks like another sleepless night to me. And a single
handed one too. Wonderful.
“I will” I said. “Your men can take the night watch, I may even lend them
Grey, but Blue and I work better together. I don’t think he’d trust your vampires
anyway” I said. That much was true; I didn’t even trust his vampires.
“My men will make no attempt to attack your people Jacqueline. Believe
me when I say they will pay the ultimate price for such a discrepancy.” He said.
So basically he was trying to protect me. Egotistical bastard.
“I don’t need your protection, nor do my men. They can take good care of
themselves, just as I do.” I said. He smiled, he knew he was caught.
“I dint mean it as an offense. The Devils Bounty Hunter needs no help.”
He said. Was he mocking me?
“You make that sound like a bad thing. Do you honestly believe I should
go running into a man’s arms every time a problem pops up or someone shoves
a gun in my face? I’d need my own bodyguard if that where the case.” I said. It
was true. I’d need someone living with me if that were the case. Fuck that idea.
“No one as capable as you needs to run from anything. My apology’s
Jacqueline, I mean no disrespect.” He said. He made a sweeping motion with his
hands, and bowed his body. Okay then.
“Apology accepted.” I said. “Even vampires don’t know everything, no
matter what they’d like me to believe. Try working for the devil, and then tell me
you know everything.” I moved towards him closing the space between us with
every word. “I’ve seen things you would never have been able to contemplate.
I’ve done things that would scare London to the brink of tears.” I was so close I
could have kissed him if I wanted, but, I didn’t.
“Don’t underestimate me Pierre or it will be the last thing you do.” I
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too much fun not to fuck with him. I kissed his crimson red lips, sucking on his
bottom lip and leaving him breathless and wanting more. It was one long wet
passionate kiss, the kind almost anyone would swoon over.
“Never under estimate me Pierre, or believe me, you’ll fuck up your
chances” I whispered before pulling away and stepping back down to my level.
He looked down at me, astonished and breathless. The cotton of his pants was
stretched; he enjoyed that kiss a little too much.
“My chances with you?” he asked as I walked out the door. I turned on
my heals and stared into his deep blue eyes.
“Your chances of life. You have no chance with me.” I said as I closed the
door behind me.
Tip 1: A man’s brain is located in his pants, use that fact against him and
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Part 4
Fuck… I Hate Love
Okay, I’ll admit. Playing with Pierre was fun, I loved fucking with people.
What could I say? I’m a sick sadistic bitch a times, but at least I have a hobby.
More than I can say for most people. I’m a bitch but at least I have fun doing it.
I had spent the seven hours exploring Pierre’s little underground hide
away. I had explored every room I came across, taking in the sights and feelings
of each room. Memorizing it for future references, you never know when
something’s foreign is introduced. It helps when you’re trying to find bugs and
listening devises.
Every room or place you go has a different energy and feeling. I’ve tried
to explain it before; it’s kind of like having different tastes. Every room has a
different essence or flavor almost. It’s hard to explain, it’s like trying to explain
an optical illusion to a blind man. They have no idea what the fuck you’re talking
about.
It was almost six am and I suppose I needed to get back to my quarters.
London and David would be there soon, I didn’t know where Pierre was. That
was bad. It so wasn’t like me to loose my charges, oh fuck!
I stopped in the middle of the hallway and closed my eyes. It used to take
a near death experience or extreme level of stress for me to do this, but not any
more. Yay me, being special is fun. This wasn’t going to be easy; I’d only been
around for a short amount of time. Though, I’ll admit. I was focusing on his
energy a lot more than anything else at the time. But I’d never tried finding a
vampire charge through energy’s after only a few hours.
I felt the energy sprouting from my body, moving from the end of my
spine upwards. It was like feeling a snake swim up and out your body, but when
it came to it you couldn’t even see anything. It was just a release of energy’s. The
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leaving my body was painful, I liked pain. The sweet torture continued to rein
over me as my energy ran down the hallway and throughout the underground.
I didn’t know if vampires could feel it, but I knew most humans didn’t
even realize I was doing anything. There were five vampires down the hall. All
awake, but none even moving. I suppose that doesn’t matter, vampires don’t
need to move.
I pushed my energy out further, straining to make the projection last. It
felt good to use the energy, I’d been neglecting it. It was like trying to expel an
excess of air I didn’t have in my body, I couldn’t breathe or talk while doing it.
But I couldn’t die anyway, gives you some great possibilities during sex. I’d
never met anyone else who was able to do it. I felt special. Fucking freaky, but
special. I’d met psychics and telepaths, but never another ‘Sensory Projector’. It
was cool being the only person able to do such a thing.
Demetrius was the first to notice my abilities; he was the one that found
the name. I didn’t ask how he figured out what I was… he just did. He gave me
answers so I didn’t have to ask questions. He was a good teacher… strike that, he
was a fucking awesome teacher. Insightful, intelligent… a fucking rocking body,
he was perfect and yet he wasn’t.
He said it had something to do with Rieki something and Kundal—
something… but I didn’t understand. I didn’t care either; it was just cool to be
special. I’ve never bee special before, well, accept for the whole ‘Devils Bounty
Hunter’ thing.
Found him! Three familiar vampires were waiting in what I guessed was
my private quarters, or should I say David’s private quarters? Whatever, they
were my private quarters now. Being a woman pays off some times. Sometimes.
I sucked the energy back in and fell to the floor writhing and gasping for
air. Fuck I loved this. So much fucking pain, fuck! I hated the fact I was left
gasping, it stopped me from fully enjoying the pain. Damn! Once the gasping
stopped I got to my feet and walked towards my quarters. I opened the door and
saw no one inside.
“Come out boys, I know your all here. I can feel you…” I listened closer,
shallow breathing… “Maybe you should learn how to stop breathing, it won’t be
that hard.” I said as I walked towards the couch and sat down. I didn’t need to
put up with bullshit. Not right now. The sun would be up soon and they would
all be dead to the world.
“You’re good.” I heard a deep husky voice say. I guessed it was David,
might as well take a stab in the dark. What’s the worst that could happen? Not a
smart question.
“Thank you David, that’s not much of a complement coming from you
though.” I said. David chuckled and walked out of the shadows towards me.
“True. But I didn’t expect you to know how many of us were present, let
alone that anyone was present.” He said as he came to sit next to me. He leaned
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I’m sorry boys but not all women want to stare at your fucking crotch,
especially considering half of you don’t have enough equipment to show off.
Seriously, if I want to see it I’ll ask or even better, I’ll just grab it. How does that
sound?
Pierre came out of the shadows and leaned against the door. He was hot,
but nothing special. He was a vampire, they were all hot. But there was
something about Pierre, don’t ask me what it was… it was just something. He
was… different, French… maybe that was it. He was French, yep, French.
“She’s the la Diable Récompense de chasseur, of coarse she’s ‘that good’.
Why else would I have hired her?” Pierre asked. I had to laugh at that. Why
indeed would he hire a female body guard with a bad ass reputation?
“We all know your preference for strong women Pierre. There could be
more than one reason why you would hire her, and none of them professional.”
London said as he walked out of the shadows. How did one room have so much
hiding space? Oh well, whatever.
“I doubt Belle petite operates that way. She is very… professional.” He
said. He through me a devious smile, we both knew otherwise.
“It’s usually hard to stay professional around good looking vampires,
that’s why working here is so wonderful. It’s easy to completely professional; I
never do anything without a reason.” I said.
It didn’t sound spiteful, but if he was listening, boy was that spiteful. But,
at least it was true… the last part at least. Vampires were easy to live around and
I was very professional. I did kiss him for a reason; control is a must for
vampires. Using what’s concealed behind a man’s zipper is one way to control
them.
“Ouch” David finally said. I smiled, it was fake but it felt good to smile all
the same.
“Now, you’ll all need to get back to your coffins. I’m sure you have
lackeys that will relieve me for half an hour at sun rise.” I said. Pierre nodded.
“They’re waiting in the coffin room I assume? Bad idea Pierre. At sunrise they
die, just like you. I need humans, or werewolves. But I can’t use vampires of a
day, you know better than this, surely.” I said. He smiled a wide toothy grin; he
would need to feed when he wakes. I so didn’t want to be there at that time.
“I have werewolves upstairs, let them finish their set and you’ll have
plenty of ‘lackey’s’.” Pierre said. Oh fuck, I hated doing this, especially because I
was a woman, but it had to be said.
“I’m sorry Pierre, we have a problem. I realize I’m a woman and generally
I’d rip a man’s balls off for being so sexist. But I don’t work with women, no
matter what. I’ve never met one able to do half a good job as me; I won’t get a
woman killed because they’re protecting you. Men, I don’t give a shit. They can
handle themselves, if they die that’s their fault.” I said. I looked over at London.
“And I don’t think I’m the only one who thinks so.” I said. He smiled at me and
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Pierre smiled and walked towards me. “There’s a woman’s section in the
next room. Women aren’t the only people I employ here. You have no problem;
even strippers can pack a punch.” He said.
“So my ‘lackeys’ will be male?” I asked.
“Yes, with full combat and weaponry training.” He said. Huh, what do
you know? Strippers who can actually pull a gun out. Where the fuck could they
hide their guns during the day? Wait, I don’t want to know.
“Okay, well. You all better get to the coffin room. I’ll go retrieve the
‘Lackeys’ and start the morning shift.” I said. They nodded and all disappeared
one by one out of the door.
I hoped they listened to me; fuckers really needed to be in a coffin, no
matter were they were. They needed to be in a coffin during the day, or they may
not wake up. It’s not a certainty, but it’s a very bad possibility.
I jumped off the couch and headed up to the sloping hallway up into
‘Beast’. My dress was going to make me look like either one of the watchers or
worse… one of the strippers. Oh fuck.
A tall half naked blonde walked by wearing nothing but a very thin, very
lacy purple G-string. She had a nice body, I’ll give her that. My body use to be
better, but I suppose at least I was slimmer and my boobs were bigger. Yay for
plastic surgery. Her breasts were bigger than I expected, it made me wonder if
they were real or not. I tapped her on the shoulder; she turned and gave me a
polite smile.
“Excuse me, can you show me where the um, hen’s parlor is? I need to
collect a few of the, oh hell I don’t know what you call them. The strippers
helping me out tonight.” I said. She smiled and nodded.
“Oh, you shouldn’t worry Jacqueline; we all know what’s going on. Pierre
wanted us all to know that if someone ever finds out where he was we may all be
in serious danger, so he briefed us all on who and what you are. The hen’s parlor
is the door just beside the bar, the black and gold one. I’m sorry I can’t show you
were, but I have drinks to deliver.” She said. Wow, I didn’t know strippers said
anything that wasn’t sexual. Nice to know.
“Thank you… can I ask you a personal question?”
“Anything” she said. Damn, how am I going to do this? Oh well, I might
as well just come right out and say it.
“Are your boobs real?” I asked. She chuckled and looked down at my
breasts; you think that would have made me feel uncomfortable. But it didn’t,
wow.
“I’ll tell if you do.” She said. I chuckled and nodded.
“That sounds fair, I update my look every few months/ change my name,
appearance, legal documents. I went up a cup size last time.” I said. She smiled
and nodded her head making her hair bob as she did. She had awesome hair.
Strait, white blonde hair that ended just above her nipples, I wish I had hair like
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“Pierre suggested it when I first arrived. He didn’t force me; he merely

suggested I think about getting some implants. I went up two sizes, and yours
are still better. Damn it!” she said. I laughed, she was right. It’s not her fault.
“Don’t worry about it, big tits are over rated. They look great in tight
clothing, but they really get in the way of drawing a gun. My boss said I’d need
the boobs for the job he has in mind, don’t ask me what the fuck he wants me to
do. But hell, whatever he says goes. You know how that is.” I said. She laughed
and nodded.
“Well, I better go give these out. Nice to meet you Jacqueline.” She said as
she held out her hand for mine
“Nice to meet you too…?” I said as I shook her hand. She chuckled and
took her hand back.
“My names Claudia. See you around” she said as she walked out the door
and into the hoard of naked women and horny men. I sighed and followed into
the cloudy room that smelt of nothing but smoke alcohol and sex. Being a
stripper would have been fun.
I walked through the intoxicating room and over to the bar. Hell, one
drink won’t hurt. They all know who I am, the license won’t matter. I sauntered
over to the bar and leaned in. the bartender was tall, dark skinned. Probably of
an Indian American heritage, his straight black hair was pulled back into a pony
tail and his dark Albany eyes were focused on my cleavage. Wow, men really are
predictable.
“What can I get you?” he asked. I giggled and leaned in closer. Toying
with men was on of my favorite hobbies, I did it as often as I can. If I can’t have
them I might as well fuck with them for a while.
“Two shots of Tonya Harding lover” I said. He raised his eyebrows.
“Wouldn’t you prefer something like a fluffy duck?” he asked. Fucking
sexist asshole.
“Two shots of Tonya Harding, please” I said. He smiled and nodded.
“It was fairly sexist of me wasn’t it? Two Tonya Harding’s coming up” he
said as he started mixing my toxic little concoction.
Don’t let the name fool you. I’ve seen grown men get hangovers after only
two shots; some people just can’t handle a good drink. Six years of late nights
and hard liquor teaches you to grow a pair. He handed me the two shots and
smiled. I downed the first one, the lovely familiar burn in the back of my throat,
the slight breathless sensation. I was in heaven. I sighed pleasantly and downed
the second one. Nice. I shook my head and exhaled.
“Damn boy, you make a nice Tonya Harding. Can you make a good rusty
nail?” I asked. He chuckled and started fixing me another drink.
“I’ve never seen anything like that, how can some pretty little lady like
you put away so much liquor. I’ve seen that little shot take out grown men.” He
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“So have I, being the Devils Bounty Hunter teaches you a fair bit of
control over alcohol. You drink enough of it and you eventually get better at
holding your liquor.” I said as I took a sip. Damn, boy could mix a drink.
“So you’re the notorious Jacqueline Belleview, I wasn’t… I mean I was
expecting…” I cut him off with my finger.
“Don’t worry darling, not many people would think I was the Devils
Bounty Hunter, that the beauty of it.” I said. He smiled and nodded.
“The Devil’s beauty is blinding, that’s what makes her so easy to trust.”
He said.
“Its part of the game we play lover.” I said as I downed the last of my
rusty nail. “Thanks for the drinks.” I said, dropping a fifty on the table. “Keep
the change” I said as I walked away. I put a little more swerve in my stride than
necessary, I could feel his eyes on my body. Yum. He’d be fun to play with, I
could tell.
The hen’s parlor was a mirror of the men’s; the only difference was the
role reversals. Men dancing on poles while women scrambled to stuff singles
down there pants for so much as a glance in their direction. It was pathetic. I
don’t grovel and neither should any other woman.
A tall muscular man walked towards me in nothing but a very glittery
silver G-string. He was smiling a smile that promised nothing but naughty
thoughts and wet dreams, I knew because I have a smile just like that. He walked
towards me and felt no need to ask permission to touch me. He wound his arms
around my waist and pulled me against his body. Were strippers supposed to be
hard?
“I’d do you for free” he whispered in my ear. Wow, this guy was way too
confident. Someone needed to teach him a lesson. I let my hand slid between his
legs and grab him. I squeezed lightly and brought a moan from his lips.
“How about I rip your cock off so you can never fuck anyone ever again?”
I whispered. His breathing caught just before he chuckled and made sure I could
feel his length, impressive but not enough to make me swoon.
“I like a little pain” he whispered back. Now it was my turn to chuckle.
“Not my level of pain lover, sorry but I’m not here to play kiddy games.” I
whispered. I took my hand away from his length and pushed him away. “I’m
Jacqueline Belleview, are you working for me?” I asked. He straightened up
almost immediately and smiled down at me. I couldn’t decide if the smile was
embarrassment or astonished. His emotions were changing to erratically.
“I don’t know whether to be happy or embarrassed that the Devils Bounty
Hunter grouped Me.” he said. I had to smile at that, not because I wanted too,
but because he deserved it.
“Don’t be embarrassed I grouped you, feel privileged” I said, he ginned
down at me. He was still so very… happy. “Now, I’ll ask again. Are you working
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“We were just about to go get dressed. I’ll take you too meet them.” He
said as he started walking down through the hoards of men and women
practically fornicating. Fucking pigs. The men’s locker room was exactly the
same as the women’s. About seven or more men were… dressing I suppose you
would say.
“May I Introduce Abel, Daniel, Paris, Hamilton, Nicholas, Tanner, Walker
and Charles, your stripping bodyguards.” He said pointing out each man as he
introduced them. Stripping body guards, I like the sound of that. I could have
some real fun with these boys.
The first three men were definitely the weakest links, nice bodies, but
limited muscle. That would be a problem, not a big one but they were definitely
the littlest of the eight. Not only in stature, but in… other areas.
Hamilton and Nicholas were average looking. Not incredibly muscular
but definitely not weak. They looked like they could handle themselves in a
fight. That was good, I didn’t need to be watching there backs, they needed to be
watching mine. They were around the same height and both relatively good
looking. Not as good looking as most vampires, but still very striking men.
Tanner, Walker and Charles were built like brick houses. Iron men in you
will, smoking hot mother fuckers. Good looking even by vampire standards,
they were some nice looking bastards. Demetrius and Giovanni could divide the
others however the fuck they wanted. But these three are so mine.
I turned to the mystery man beside me. I didn’t remember dropping his
hand, but he wasn’t touching me anymore. Good. “And your name is?” I asked.
He smiled don at me, the smile that promised dark little moments.
“The customers call me Gun, but my real name’s Warren” he said. I
nodded and turned towards the other men. I walked up too the three larger men.
“Do you have areas of expertise?” I asked. It would help me know were to
place them. They all looked at me and smiled.
Walker was the tallest of the three; his short black hair spiked and covered
in glitter, as was his entire body was. Damn, I wanted to be here next time he put
that on. It made me wonder if he covered every inch of his body. His dark
brown eyes were larger than most eyes; they made him look more innocent.
Damn, the things I could do to him. I wondered if I could ever actually get rid of
all that innocence, I wondered if I wanted to. I did.
Tanner was the shortest of the three, short but still fucking taller than me.
Damn it! Being short sucks anal, Fuckers need to start shrinking. His white
complection was darker than mine and only about a shade lighter than Walkers.
His blue eyes reminded me of Pierre’s. They were much lighter, but still, they
reminded me of Pierre. Hmmm.
Charles took a step forwards and smiled down at me. It wasn’t like
warren’s smile, not a smile that promised all kinds of kinky his tussled blond
hair that reached down to her ears was absolutely beautiful. I wanted to run my
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color as my bartender friend. He was absolutely stunning. Yummy. His bright

red G-string was larger than most, but to practicality not probability. He needed
the extra room, he was well equipped.
“Walker and I specialize in hand to hand combat and armed combat.
Tanner’s expertise is in the deadly arts and special opts.” Charles said. I nodded.
Yay! Exactly what I need.
“Okay, the three of you will be with me.” I said. They smiled again and
nodded, this really was going to be fun. I walked towards Hamilton and
Nicholas.
Nicholas and Hamilton looked like they were twins, hell they probably
were. They were both red heads and both had pairs of stunning emerald green
eyes. Yummy. Twins, I thought that was only a dream for men, oh well. I was
probably the only women who get excited over twin strippers, but hell, they
were cuties. There faces were very square, more so than most men. It made them
look… manlier, if that’s a word. It made them look masculine beyond their years.
There pail complection’s were about the same as mine. The term ginger kids
came to mind.
“And you?” I asked.
I wasn’t sure which one was which, maybe I should make everyone wear
name tags. Faces and energy’s I was good with… Names, not so much. The one
to my right stepped forwards and smiled.
“I’m skilled in Defensive weaponry and martial arts were as my brother
Hamilton is skilled in stealth and research.” Nicholas said. Well, I assumed it
was Nicholas.
“Do the two of you have a problem with being separated?” I asked. They
looked at each other and shook their heads in unison. Freaky twin moment
much. “Good, then Nicholas will be with grey guarding David and London. And
Hamilton, you will be with blue securing the area and gathering intelligence if
that is required.” I stated. They both nodded again in unison.
I walked towards the three weakest links, Abel, Daniel and Paris. Able
started to state their specialties. I held up my hand and silenced him.
“I don’t need to know what your abilities are; I’m guessing stealth
intelligence and maybe some weaponry. Am I right?” The three of them
exchanged glances, none of them to happy.
Paris took a step forward; he was about my height which made him pretty
short for a man. He wanted to look intimidating but at the moment he just
looked pathetic. “You assume correctly. But don’t think we’re the weakest links
due to such facts, I doubt such an action would be wise.” I had to smile at that.
Man’s got balls.
“On the contrary Paris, I had no intension of ranking you in the bottom.
Stealth and intelligence are some of the harder tasks to manage. I have nothing
but respect for a man that can get the job done effectively. You will be working
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responsibilities to someone else.” I said as I looked around the room, making eye
contact with everyone before returning to face Paris. He had the balls to stand up
to me; usually I respected a man who spoke up. But not tonight, tonight it did
nothing but aggravate me further.
“I would not take such opportunities lightly, nor would I slack on
anything under any circumstances. You are expected to do your best, anything
less will simply not be tolerated. If someone shoots you to prove a point no ones
going to come to your assistance. This isn’t a pissing competition Paris. Your
employer faces death and your worried about how I view your abilities, I wont
tolerate it. And neither will blue, nor will grey. You will treat them with respect,
as you would any commanding officer. Paris, you and Abel shall be with Blue on
patrol and intelligence. Daniel will be with grey, is that understood?” I asked as I
stared him down. He nodded and stepped back.
“You have your designations, grey, blue and I shall be back to collect you
shortly. I’ll leave you to dress.” I said as I headed for the door. Warren followed
me and grabbed my shoulder lightly.
“And where pray tell am I designated?” he asked. I turned and smiled.
“You’re with grey tonight.” I said. He looked a little disappointed, oh
fucking well. He’ll get over it, not everyone gets what they want. Not everyone
gets to protect the corpse, well, the main corpse. He’d be watching over David
and London tonight. “I’ll leave you to your dressing” I said as I left the locker
rooms.
The smell of sex and alcohol hit me like a hammer. Wow. So not what I
wanted to smell. I walked towards the men’s section and continued until I was in
the parking lot. The sun was slowly peeking over the horizon, casting a sudden
beautiful orange glow over the city. It was beautiful.
I wondered if Demetrius had changed at all over the past few years. I
knew for certain he would have needed a hair cut. I don’t think he could stand
having his hair any longer. He had been a monk for ten years when he was
young and easily influenced. It wasn’t until he broke away and found a family
did he start growing his hair. Demetrius would be about thirty now, so he had 13
years of hair on his head. The damn thing hit the floor, almost. Well, it did last
time I saw him.
His family was killed by some fucked up were animals. He never found
them, and I kind of hoped he never did. I think, once he finds them, if he ever
finds them, he’ll give up this life. He only does it because he believes it’s what
has to be done. Because evil must be judged and brought to justice. I think. If he
finds the people who killed his family… he’ll stop what he’s doing. He’ll turn
into someone I don’t know, and I don’t think I’d be able to count on him to have
my back after that. I’ll always wonder about him.
Damn I miss Demetrius. But I couldn’t let him see it; I couldn’t let anyone
see it. I could show professional courtesy and perhaps a little more friendliness
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favor, no matter how much I wanted to. I loved him, but it wouldn’t work. No
matter how much I loved him, it wouldn’t work.
Tip 2: Never let yourself love someone, it gives you a vulnerability you
can’t afford to have.
Part 5
Wow… Much different
I’d been waiting out in the parking lot of Beast for fifteen minutes before I
saw a familiar black caroler driving in. Moment of truth. I leaned against the
back of my now very empty Toyota Limited Edition Hilux 3.0 D-4D and waited. I
hadn’t seen Demetrius in about two years, he visited once, and he had business
to take care of down here anyway. Meaning he had someone to kill that couldn’t
be reached anywhere else. I was cheaper than a motel, so he crashed for a few
days.
I hate being used, but for Demetrius, I made an exception. That’s probably
why he was here now, he owed me one. Or maybe not, all I knew was I
definitely wasn’t gong to ask. That kind of crap could wait until tonight. He’d
have to share a room with me anyway, might as well get a little emotional. We
needed sweet reunion anyway. But it would have to wait, business first.
The truck pulled to a stop and I waited in anticipation. I hadn’t seen him
in a while, I had changed. I wondered if he had. Probably not, not with
Demetrius and his stubborn ways. His rules and regulations, I tell you now
living with him were like having another parent. I had two; I didn’t need
anymore for Christ sake.
A tall, muscular white man climbed out of the driver’s side. His dark
chocolate brown hair was cropped short and spiked and his clothes were a
perfect black. Must have been the theme tonight. I didn’t recognize him at first,
not until he turned to me and took off his glasses. Demetrius had never had
perfect eyes; they were unique, like my own. His eyes weren’t a solid black. But
to anyone else they would appear to be. The rim around his iris was such a deep
shade of brown it made his eyes seem like onyx. Coincidently his code name at
times, onyx.
He walked towards me and smiled. Even last time I saw Demetrius he
didn’t smile, he was a good actor. Maybe this was apart of the charade, I kind of
hoped it would stay. He stopped a few feet away from me and stretched out his
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to my employer, so I would need to tell him. But if we did it aloud, the jig was
up. We’d get caught, damn.
“Blue, it’s nice to see you’ve still got my back.” I said. He chuckled and
shook my hand.
“I’ve always got your back.” He said flashing a crocked toothy grin. Yup,
still human alright.
“Of course, you’d never abandon Jacqueline Belleview now would you?”
He smiled and pulled me into his arms. Wow. This so wasn’t like Demetrius, but
I decided to roll with it. This may be the only physical contact he allowed me; I
might as well take it while I could.
“It’s been too long Jacqueline; it’s been quiet as hell in Missouri.” He said
as his arms encircled me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my
head in his chest.
“Far too long” I whispered. I felt more than heard him chuckle, I had
missed him so very much. I pulled away and smiled at him. it wasn’t a devious
smile like Warren’s, it was a sweet reunion smile. An I miss you smile. Yeah, I
know. The Devils Bounty Hunters aloud to have a heart too… Kind of, on
weekends. Giovanni and another man I hadn’t met before walked towards us.
Giovanni smile and the other man ogled, this was going to be fun. Hmmm.
“Excuse me Miss; do you know where we can find a Miss Violet?”
Giovanni asked. I laughed slightly and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Am I that easy to forget?” I asked, batting my eyes. He smiled and kissed
my nose. That was strangely normal for Giovanni. I didn’t know many men that
did that, but when they did, it was special.
“I didn’t notice you, until I saw your eyes. You’ve changed… a lot.” He
said. I nodded and smiled, he was right. I had changed in more than one way
over the years, what can I say? Killing people changes a person.
“You haven’t changed a bit.” I said. And it was true, Giovanni hadn’t
changed.
He was still just as tall as I remembered and just as brawny. He was a
wonderful man, always knew how to treat a woman. His thick Italian curls
swayed beautifully around his shoulders and his eyes were still the perfect ice
blue I remembered. He still wore the one cross shaped earring in his left ear and
surprisingly, was now wearing the gold chain I had sent him last Christmas. I
always thought he needed to look more like a mob-man/gangster than he did, it
would give him a look. Something Giovanni seemed to struggle with. If you let
him, most of the time he’d dress like a gay pirate… kind of like Pierre. Gross.
“Thank you for coming, I appreciate it, a lot.” I said as I untangled myself
from Giovanni. He didn’t protest which I was glad to hear. I looked over at the
mysterious stranger. He was taller than Demetrius, which was relatively damn
tall considering I couldn’t even reach my arms around Demetrius’s tree trunk of
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His dark raven loose curls reminded me of Pierre’s. They weren’t as log,
but definitely looked alike. He was slim with broad shoulders; it made his
abdomen looked triangular. It was odd, yet strangely beautiful. His eyes were a
pail brown, not light but pail. I had never seen brown eyes look that way before.
Strange. He was definitely of Asian descent, that much I knew for sure.
Something about him just screamed oriental. Don’t know what it was, just
something.
“I’m sorry; I don’t believe we’ve met.” I said. He didn’t smile, he didn’t
blink. What the fuck was this guy’s deal?
“May I introduce Mr. K, intelligence, Special Forces, weaponry and
combat expert, advanced in stealth martial arts and diverse languages.” said
Giovanni. He was obviously proud, I was obviously impressed.
“I’m impressed, where’d you find him?” I asked. Demetrius came up
behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. What the fuck? This so
wasn’t like Demetrius, what was he doing?
“He got dropped from the pentagon for selling intelligence to enemy
countries. Took the bastards three years before anyone even figured out. If I were
him, I’d be proud.” He said.
“I am proud” this from Mr. K. silent and deadly, one of my favorite
combinations. His voice was deep and melodic, not what I expected it to sound
like. But hell, I didn’t expect him to be Special Forces or work for the pentagon
either. And no one expected someone as petite as me to be the Devils Bounty
Hunter. Something told me we could be a good little team.
“Well, not to rain on everyone parade, but we have a job to do. I’m
guessing Kay here will be working with us?” I stated. He nodded, well bowed
more than nodded, but I took it as a yes. “Then considering you’re… area’s of
expertise, you can chose were your stationed. I don’t need anyone else, I’m set
for guarding Pierre. But I think I’ve left Giovanni with the least number of men.
He’ll be guarding David and London, and Demetrius will be intelligence and
surveillance. The men I’ve been provided with had there own specialties and
such, so your teams are equipped for you needs. There in the locker rooms…
getting changed.” I said.
I felt a little embarrassed actually. Our body guarding wonders were…
stripper. Damn, Demetrius was going to have fun tonight. “That reminds me,
Demetrius, you have some explaining to do tonight.” I said as I looked up over
my shoulder at him. He was still coiled tightly around my body, what the hell
was going on with him? He kissed my temple considering that’s all he could
reach from his height.
“Okay.” He said. That was more like him. Simple answers to incredibly
simple questions… or statements I suppose you’d say. But still, something was
definitely up. I’d have to ask Giovanni later what the fuck was going on with
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“I’ll send out your men Demetrius, Mr. Kay can choose to be where he
thinks he is best suited.” I said as I looked up at the tall stranger.
“I believe I will be most helpful with Demetrius tonight.” He said simply.
I nodded and turned around in Demetrius arms.
“Let go of me.” I said. He seemed puzzled but did as I asked. What the
fuck was going on? “Giovanni, come with me.” I said.
He followed me without question, leaving Demetrius and Kay to fend for
themselves. We walked into the locker room. They were all fully dressed now,
thank god. They were all dressed in the black uniforms I had seen David and
London in before. I was surprised no one had made any perverted comments
abut the whole strip joint bit. I thought it was hilarious.
“Hello boys.” I said happily. Walker, Tanner, Charles, Hamilton, Nicholas
and warren all turned around and smiled at me. Where as Paris Abel and Daniel
glared. I didn’t understand why Daniel was glaring; I gave him an easy job.
Paris, Abel and Hamilton were the ones going to have to do all the work.
“This is Mr. Grey. Nicholas Daniel and Warren, you’re with him guarding
David and London tonight. I trust you’ll do for him as well as you would do for
Pierre.” I said. Their smiled faded and simultaneously nodded. “Good, then I
don’t suppose you could show Mr. Grey to the coffin rooms. That would be
helpful.” I said as I smiled sweetly. Even I could have been able to tell how fake
my smile was. But oh well. They all left in a striate line. They reminded me of
soldiers, little stripping soldiers. That sounded surprisingly awesome, I wonder
if I could sell the idea. Probably not, male strippers were hot but they were no
role model. Sexy as all hell maybe, but not role models.
“Hamilton, Paris, Able, you’re with Mr. Blue. You’ll more than likely be
doing the most work tonight.” I said as I looked at each face while I talked then
let my eyes land on Paris. “Don’t, let me down. Even though you may be
working for Blue, that doesn’t mean he’ll protect you.” I said. He smiled slyly
and nodded. Being important enough to make the Devils Bounty Hunter
threaten you must feel good. Hamilton looked at me puzzled.
“Protect us from what?” he asked. I never knew ginger kids were stupid.
Oh well, better at least tell him. It’s rude to ignore your lackeys.
“Protect you from me. I don’t tolerate failure, on any level.” I said. He
looked scared shitless, it made me smile. I loved striking fear into the heart of the
innocent. It was fun. “He’s waiting for you all outside, along with an associate.
They are your commanders and you will treat them as such. Do you all
understand me?” I asked, looking from person to person and stopping with
Paris.
“Transparently” said Paris. Fucking little wanker, I really didn’t like Paris.
I really, really didn’t like Paris. Maybe I could shoot him just for fun. That would
work.
“Then I suggest you not keep him waiting.” I said. He nodded and left the
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mother fucker out. But hell, I didn’t want to get in anymore shit than I already
was. My boss was about a week late with my next assignment. I knew he could
show up at any minute. It put me a little on edge.
“Okay, you boys are with me, protecting Pierre. Does anyone have a
problem with that?” I asked the three smoking hot strippers. Damn they were
good looking men.
“No problems at all.” Walker said.
“Do you have your own weaponry?” I asked. They looked at each other
and shook their heads.
“I’m afraid we don’t have our own weaponry, but Pierre does.” He said
confidently.
“Okay, well collect what you need and meet me in the coffin room. I have
a few things to check on myself.” I said. They nodded and left the room. I didn’t
know strippers were so obedient. Nice. It’s hard to find body guards willing to
take orders from me or women in general. Most of them act like Paris;
everything’s a pissing contest for them. It’s pathetic, but at least it’s true.
There are no secrets with a group of body guards, it makes them feel
uncomfortable. Don’t ask me why, it just does. But these boys weren’t
bodyguards. They were strippers with military training. Nothing more and
nothing less.
I walked out through the hen’s parlor and back into the male section. My
favorite Indian American bar tender was just about to get off work and it looked
like the club was closing down for the day. They’d open back up at lunch time,
I’d been here before. I didn’t think they stayed open for this long though. It
didn’t surprise me; places like this were always packed to the rafters. ‘Beast’ was
the most popular joint in town. I’ll say this; Pierre sure knew how to run a
business. Even if that business was as perverted as this one.
I walked outside and saw Demetrius giving the men orders, that’s more
like him. His stone cold business face was back and his stance was more
defensible. That was my demy. I waited until the men dispersed to go and
complete their tasks. I never questioned Demetrius’s methods and he never
questioned mine.
He used brute force to scare his men into doing whatever he wanted out
of fear, I respected that. Where as I, use the feminine charms against them. I
flirted, I touched I tickled. But in the end, it was all just to get them to obey, it
worked pretty well too. Accept a few years back when I had one of my men go
stalker crazy. It was like a dog that goes rabid; I had to put him down. One single
bullet to the head and my problems were over. It seems cold now that I think
about it, it wasn’t how I saw it at the time, but I feel cold for doing it now. Oh
well, I think I’ll live. He didn’t, but I will.
Demetrius’s eyes met mine and a sudden smile crossed over his lips. Oh
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me like that, but I wanted to earn that look. I didn’t want it just thrown at me
without an explanation. Okay, I needed to ask.
He walked towards me happily, arms behind his back and perfectly strait
posture. Lucky bastard, I had to work for my posture. But Demetrius made it
seem effortless. “Okay, what’s going on?” I asked. He stared at me perplexed as
if I had just asked him the exact perimeter of the Jupiter in millimeters. It wasn’t
impossible to answer, it just sounded hard.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“This isn’t like you. You don’t smile or hug or kiss, ever. What the fuck is
going on Demetrius and don’t bullshit me.” I said. He moved towards me so we
were only but half a meter away from one another.
“Don’t you like it?” he asked skeptically. My breathing caught. What the
fuck was he doing? He…. He doesn’t act like this. Not now not ever. He had
rules and regulations, he didn’t let people in, or around for that matter. He kept
distance.
“I’m not saying I don’t like it, but I want an explanation before I can enjoy
it. This isn’t like you, at all. You don’t act like this with anyone. Period, no
exceptions.” I said. I was feeling seriously frustrated right now.
“It’s a little difficult to explain, can we talk about it tonight?” he asked. I
pursed my lips. I wanted to know now. For fuck sake.
“Fine, but it better be a fucking good answer.” I said. He leaned in
towards me and whispered.
“Oh trust me Jacqueline; it will be a very good fucking answer.” He said
before pressing his lips against mine lightly.
I couldn’t think striate. He wasn’t playing fair anymore. The only thing I
could think was his lips were oxygen and I was drowning. It was slow and light,
but built. His arms wrapped around my wait and my hand reached up to his
shoulders. Did he have to be so fucking tall?
His lips were cool and sweet against my own. The feeling like nothing I
had ever felt before. I had kissed my fair share of men, but Demetrius seemed
like more. Maybe it was because I really did love Demetrius and I wasn’t just
playing with him. He meant something to me, something I hadn’t felt in a very
long time.
The kiss continued to build until I was pressed against his body, making it
obvious he was happy for me to be there. We stayed like that until we were both
gasping for air and finally found the strength to pull away. Call me what you
wish but I’d prefer not to be taken in the front parking lot of some strip joint if I
can help it. His lips came away smeared with red lipstick and strawberry gloss. I
wanted so badly to laugh my head off.
He smiled at me as he tried to catch his breath. “You have no idea how
long I’ve waited to do that.” He said. I couldn’t help but smile. He did want me
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“Not as long as I’ve wanted you to do it.” I whispered back. His smiled
turned into a full blown grin. He pecked my lips, drawing the lower one into his
mouth and rested his forehead against mine. “We have to get back to work
now… and I have to fix my lipstick. I’m pretty sure you officially fucked it.” I
said. I felt his body vibrate as he chuckled. It was such a pleasantly funny
sensation.
“I have a present for you later tonight and a second if you want it. But we
better get back to our stations. I don’t want these boys shooting their hands off
by accident, it’s happened before.” He said jokingly. I pulled away without
another word and walked back into the strip club.
I didn’t want to meet his eyes after what we just did. I don’t know how,
but Demetrius had the ability to make me feel like a school girl again. Young,
naïve and constantly embarrassed.
He made me feel inexperienced… me, of all people me. Damn him. I
pulled out my trusty little compact and checked my lips stick. Fuck! He
absolutely murdered my face. Not cool. I had lips stick smeared from my chin to
my nose. So not cool.
I pulled my make-up remover out of my purse and absolutely drenched
my face. I couldn’t be fucked reapplying it anyway. That took time; I could do
that while guarding Pierre. What could I say? I was a multi tasker. The make-up
remover made my skin bare for the world to see. I felt naked without my make
up on, not the good kind of naked either, the exposed self-conscious kind of
being naked. Oh well, I’ll be okay. I’ll live, if nothing else I’ll live. That was the
one and only constant in my life. I would live, I could scare and break but at the
end of the day, I would live.
I walked down the horrible corridor and into the second corridor. Pierre’s
coffin room was inside his own private quarters. His quarters were bigger than
my entire house. Luck bastards.
Sure enough, when I arrived the boys were full decked out in army wear.
Riffles machine guns ammunition clips. These boys were fucking insane.
“What the fuck do you think your doing?” I asked. They all looked at me
confused. “Are you guys the fucking A-team or something? Why do you have
fucking machine guns? You need concealable weapons you retarded monkey
brained fuck wits! Haven’t any of you ever done body guard work before?” I
asked. They all looked at one another embarrassed.
“No, we haven’t.” Walker said. I sighed and sat down on one of the
purple couches on the back wall. It gave me a perfect look at both the coffin and
the door.
“Okay, well, no ones going to attack tonight, I’m pretty damn sure of that.
Do any of you have to work tomorrow, well tonight?” I asked.
“We all do.” This from Charles, I was afraid of that.
“Okay, I don’t need your help and you boys need your sleep. Even were-
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matter to me.” I said. I didn’t feel like putting up with strippers, no matter how
gorgeous they were.
“I didn’t work today, I sleep in so I’ll stay with you and the boys can take
off home. I brought concealable weapons.” Said tanner as he smiled devilishly at
me. God I was hoping that wasn’t a crotch joke. I wasn’t in the mood.
I nodded and looked back at the boys. “I don’t know if I’ll have to
reassign you tomorrow or not. But bring concealable weapons next time. Law of
body guarding 1: never let your opponents see your carrying defensive items. It
can end very badly.” I said. They nodded and left the room without another
word. Good for them. It would be a really bad choice to mess with me, especially
when I’m in a shit-house mood.
Tanner came and sat next to me on the couch. He didn’t sit at the other
side of the couch like any other self respecting man would. He sat next to me.
Pressing his thigh against my own. I so wasn’t in the mood. I pulled out my gun
and pointed it at his kneecap quicker than he would have been able to see. Or
maybe he did see, he was a were-animal after all. But to me, it seemed pretty
fukcing fast.
“If you don’t move your leg away from mine now I’m going to shoot your
kneecap off, I hear its quiet painful.” I said. He moved his leg away from mine
reluctantly and watched me as I put my gun away. “Thank you.” I said. He
chuckled at that.
“I thought the Devils Bounty hunter was supposed to be all about sex,
blood and guns.” He said. So, my reputation precedes me. Yippee.
“Even the Devils Bounty Hunter gets irritated at times. I’m sorry if being
up for the past two days has left me a little more pissed off than usual. I’m
simply not in the mood right now so drop it before you loose an appendage, one
that would impair both your social life and professional career.” I said. He
chuckled and nodded.
“Do not worry Jacqueline; I will not take advantage of you.” He said.
Excuse me? I hated when guys say shit like that! I was officially spiteful and
pissed off now.
What made men think it was them who could take advantage of us and
not the other way around? Damn that pisses me off. I’ve used and taken
advantage of enough men in my lifetime. So why the fuck did men think we
were the fragile ones? We could use men a lot easier than they could use us.
Men only think of one thing, we didn’t have that instinct. Well, no. we did
have that instinct, but were better with control. A mans organs are on the
outside, so I suppose perhaps that means they have to deal with it more than we
do.
It was my turn to be a total bitch now. He was here, I didn’t intend on
building a relationship and usually—with the men I sleep with—they tend to get
attached. I was justice. For all the women out there who have ever been used, just
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I didn’t like the fact I’d have to give up my watch to do this. But then
again, I knew no one would be attacking tonight. Not with Demetrius on
surveillance. He was good at his job, hell; he was fucking great at his job. Just
thinking about Demetrius made things lower in my body tighten and my mind
wander. Thought of Demetrius and I, entangled in bed sheets. Loud
unintelligible sounds coming from our mouths. Yum.
I straddled tanners lap, pressing against things already hard and ready.
Did Pierre drug the guys with stuff to make all those men hard as steel poles or
what? That so couldn’t be natural, not to mention annoying as all hell. Having a
hard on 24/7 is bound to piss some women off… me for one.
“How’s this for taking advantage” I said as I pressed my crotch against his
already stiff member, letting him feel my own heat. He let out a small almost
inaudible moan as I did it. I wouldn’t have noticed if his eyes hadn’t fluttered
closed. This was going to be such fun. I had chosen my team well; they were
truly full grown men. And when I mean full, I meant fucking hung.
“Now, what do you want me to do?” I asked. He looked up at me with
that wild look in his eyes. The look that all men get when they want on thing. It’s
so very primitive, a look that says; mine, property, want. It’s a look that speaks
nothing of lust or of need, but of possession. They want to fuck you so they can
own you. That’s how I’ve always seen it at least. I couldn’t help but giggle a little.
His hands slid up from the front of my thighs to my ass. I caught his hands
before they got any further.
“Don’t touch my abdomen.” I said making full eye contact. He looked
confused but agreed with a simple head nod. “Good, now… What do you want
me to do?” I asked. I let my finger play along his lips and kiss him gently. He
was a very eager little puppy. You could almost feel him bursting his button up
pants.
I could taste the need on the end of his tongue, I felt like I could suck it out
of his lips if I tried, and I did. Our lips and tongues danced together, massaging
one another. Usually between me and any man it’s a fight for dominancy. But
Tanner seemed submissive. He suddenly became weak in my eyes. Despite the
training and expertise.
You could tell a lot about a man from the way he’ll kiss you. Tanner was
submissive, a follower but generous. I liked that, and I hated it. I’m picky. His
hands came back down from my ass and traced their way over my dress to my
chest. Smart man, I wasn’t going to tolerate disobedience and he knew it. It
didn’t matter what I was doing, my partner was always the follower, always. His
hands slipped the solid black straps down leaving my chest exposed to him.
My black lacy bra was strapless and that proved to be no trouble for his
nimble fingers. Good. I didn’t feel like snapping off my bra for some
inexperience stripper. But hell, he was a stripper. He probably saw more bras
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all the time, some better than others. It made me wonder how many he’d take
up.
The dress was tight enough that it covered my scars and stayed attached
to my abdomen. Trapping the dark frilly material just under my breasts. The
surgeon did a fucking fantastic job with them. I was confident the dress wouldn’t
fall down; it was practically cutting off circulation. No joke.
His fingers massaged my nipples causing small moaning sounds from my
mouth still glued to his own. I let my hands slip down to his pants and unbutton
him. The material practically snapped open.
“Big boy” I whispered. He must have taken it as a complement because
his lips curved into a smile below my own. I asked a last and final time. “What
do you want me to do Tanner, ask me to do it? Ask me Tanner… ask me to do it
for you.” I said breathlessly in between kissed.
I ran my hand over the length of him, causing him to moan
uncontrollably. I loved being able to do that. Adding the simplest touch and
making them practically beg me for just a little more.
“Let me inside of you Jacqueline. Let me fuck you.” He said.
His voice was half moan half growl. I’d only ever had sex with a were-
animal once, and it wasn’t exactly wanted on both sides. Nothing like date rape
to get you in the mood.
I tried to focus on something better… sexier. Automatically, Demetrius’s
face popped into my head. I tried to imagine tanner as Demetrius, he was the
right build for the job; it made it easier to imagine. I imagined it was Demetrius’s
lips entwined with mine, Demetrius’s hands slipping into my underwear,
Demetrius’s hard shaft in my hands. The thought sent my hormones screaming
and jumping for joy.
I helped him slide of my own little black butterfly G-string. It was the only
underwear that wouldn’t show when I wore the dress. But it seems like a good
idea now, hell a fucking great idea. No pun intended. He got the underwear of
with ease and tried to position me. I shook my head and jumped off his lap.
“Not yet lover boy, I want to fuck you with my mouth first.” I said. He
smiled a deeply seductive smile. That smile that promised all those wonderful
little evil thoughts. The thoughts I was making come true.
I found that the best way to secure absolute worship and adoration from a
man is to literally let him fuck your mouth. Yes you may gag and yes it can hurt,
but if it gets the job done it gets the job done. I don’t understand why that is, but
it always seems to work. I don’t mind deep throating, but I’d much prefer to suck
him off. I like pain, but throwing up just isn’t painful, it’s fucking annoying but
not painful.
But throughout t all the best advice any person could give anyone in the
world is eyes contact. If you star at him like you want to do all kinds of nasty
kinky shit to him then it’s just going to make his orgasm that much fucking
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I pulled off his pants slowly making sure to have plenty of eye contact, it
makes them think about what your about to do. I kissed my way up his thigh
and took his cock into my hand, massaging it as I went.
I took the end of his long hard member into my mouth and French kissed
the tongue while pumping the base of his cock with my hand. It was a technique
I learnt from one of my very first boy friends. He loved me to French kiss the end
of his cock, he said it felt better than sex sometimes. I was a virgin at the time and
I wasn’t up to sex, so I gave him the next best thing. He moaned and gripped the
couch below him; obviously Tanner loved it just as much as he had. Yippee for
experimenting in high school.
I make my blow jobs as wet and sloppy as possible, another tip from
boyfriends passed. What can I say; high school was when I did my
experimenting. He said the sloppier I made it the harder he wanted to cum.
Needless to say I took his advice. He used to love me doing different things, and
from the way tanner was acting, something tells me he would too.
I licked down his long slick shaft trying to add as much saliva as possible.
So much so it was practically dripping off his cock. I made my way down his
shaft and to his balls, licking sucking tonguing. Whatever I could do with them I
did. I slid my tongue between has balls and licked lightly across the space
between his balls and his ass. That made him let out a loud cry of pleasure.
For once I was glad the walls were pure rock and stone. Sound proofing
much. I returned t his cock and started sucking. I French kissed the head of his
cock again swirling my tongue around it, over it, under it, encircle it with my
mouth until he couldn’t control his moaning.
“I’m… I’m close.” He said in between gasps of pleasure. I loved the taste
of cock, salty and warm. Swirling and sucking was fun, but it wasn’t enough to
get the job done. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, filling my mouth
with the extensive length of him. It made me gag lightly and next thing I knew,
Tanner came long and hard in my mouth.
I licked the come of his cock before kissing a trail up to his lips. He kissed
my lips long and deep, it obviously worked. Usually a good blow job can be
more effective then even a sensational fuck. Honestly I didn’t care; I usually had
to fake an orgasm when I was focusing on what he wanted. It wasn’t as fulfilling
for me, but hell, I didn’t need an orgasm, but I needed obedience loyalty and
devotion. If I give them a possibility of a mind blowing orgasm they’ll give that
to you, no questions asked.
“Do you love me?” I asked.
“Yes…” he moaned. Yay.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked as I straddled his lap. He moaned
again and nodded. Most men loose their sexual drive after they cum, so I
wouldn’t be offended if he said no or not just yet.
“Yes… god yes.” He moaned. Wow, surprising. I didn’t figure tanner for
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to me. But hell, nothing like over kill to be certain. I kissed him deeply and
positioned myself over him. I took his lover lip into my mouth and used the tip
of my tongue to stroke up and down the space below it. It brought a soft moan
from Tanners lips. Goodie. Most women pay to much attention to a man’s
privates. They have other hot spots to. The space between their lower lip and
their chin is one of them. Yummy honey.
I traced the tip of his cock across my opening. It brought a small melodic
sigh from his lips before I plunged him into me. I kept complete and total eye
contact. You may not want to admit it, but eye contact is the best way to ensure
your man being fully turned on. I don’t know why, something about seeing the
other person watch you fuck them, it turns just about everybody on. Just about
everybody.
I made sure he kept eye contact with me as I glided slowly up and down
his shaft. I had been told before how very torturously arousing it is when we
move slowly. I intended on using that to the full potential of its possibilities. His
hips moved upward meeting me half way, very eager little puppy tanner was.
I sucked his lower lip and sped my motions. Gaining speed, thrusting
harder on his shaft, causing him to moan. His hands cupped my ass and pulled
me down on his cock, plunging the full extent of his length inside of me. Most
women don’t like the feeling of having their cervix smacked by their boyfriends
cock, but I did. I liked a little pain. Honestly I just think there a bunch of pussies.
His right hand moved from my ass and let his index finger make pleasant
rubbing motions along my clitoris. I hadn’t had a submissive do that before. A
dominant usually, but submissive just took what they were given. He was
talented I’d give him that. His motions made me tighten and spasm around him,
which made him moan and pump even harder into me.
His motions sent so many pleasant waves of pleasure through my body. I
came mere seconds before he did; I hadn’t had a good orgasm in years. Strangely
ironic the first man to give me one ended up being a stripper. Correction, a
stripping bodyguard… that was so much more appropriate.
He kissed me long and deep, taking our tongues into one another’s
mouths. It was how a man acted after a good fuck that really proved how he
would act later on in the relationship, or a one way relationship.
“No one can know” I whispered in his ear.
He nodded and kissed along my jaw line until he reached my lips. I
slowly pulled away and slid him out of me. We dressed quietly and lay down on
the couch together; his body was still warm from all the friction. I took my gun
out and placed it in my hand. Nothing was coming in through that door without
a bullet in its forehead.
Tanner lay behind me with his arms around my waist and kissed trails up
and down my arm around my face and so on. The sex was okay, better than I
expected, but it still wasn’t what I needed. I needed it to be rough; pain was a
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He gave me an orgasm that was something I hadn’t had for a while, not
even on my own. But honestly, I just didn’t have that good of a time most people
think if you have an orgasm, its good sex. Their wrong. Tanner was nice and he
was quiet, both things I liked in a man. But he was submissive, very submissive.
If I said jumped he’d ask how high and all that bull shit. I didn’t want that.
I wanted someone I could fight with, someone I could fight for dominancy
with. It had to be a constant battle, that’s how I lived my life… A constant battle
for everything. I wanted a man that was able to gain dominancy, someone that
would get a kick out of cuts and bruises.
No matter how much I think about it, I can’t help but think Demetrius
wouldn’t like the idea of rough sex. I don’t know why, that’s just what I thought.
He used to seem all mystical and profound, so bound by his rules and
regulations. But so far, ever since he’s been here… he’s thrown them all away.
He’s hugged, kissed and I mean really kissed. That wasn’t like him; I
needed to know why he’s suddenly like this before we go any further. I couldn’t
ruin a possible relationship with sex. No matter how good it could be. Tanner
said something, but I’d been too absorbed in thought to realize.
“Huh? What’d you ask?”
“Why wouldn’t you let me touch your abdomen?” he asked.
“I don’t like people touching my abdomen.”
“It seemed like more than that Jacqueline, like you were scared.” He said.
“I wasn’t scared. The Devils Bounty Hunter doesn’t get fucking scared
okay Tanner? Its not like that okay, it’s… you wouldn’t understand.” I said
angrily. A stripper wouldn’t understand how feeling ugly in your own skin
would be.
“I’ll understand anything you explain to me Jacqueline, I love you.” He
said as he kissed up my arm.
Well, that was something. He was in love now; he’d go to hell and back if
I asked him to. That was good. But men didn’t seem to realize, there was a big
difference between being in love and being in lust. I’d done my job for the night.
I… I suppose, if I show him he won’t say anything. He’s a submissive first; he
will do what I tell him. As long as I make what I want him to do clear enough for
him to understand at least.
“Fine, but if your not comfortable with me after I show you… I’ll let you
swap with either Charles or Walker. But you have to promise me never to breath
a word of what I’m about to show you to anyone. If I ever hear anyone in the
world knows about this I’m blaming you. I will find you and when I’m done
with you what happened to my body will look merciful.” I said. He swallowed
hard enough for me to hear and kissed my cheek. It was a soft weary kind of
kiss.
“I’ll never tell anyone something you don’t want me to Jacqueline.” He
said. I stood and watched his face. I wanted to see his reaction. He sat up and
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change from curious to a mixture of shock and speechlessness. I stood there

feeling cold and exposed. But he needed to know; maybe it would make him
respect me more. I had to hope it would at least. I had to have some hope.
“I was hunting down a vampire wanted by my ‘boss’ for murder and
rape. I didn’t count on having to take out a bunch of werelion’s. They were
something I hadn’t encountered before. The second I let my guard down, they
took me. They chained me up and they all tortured, rapped and abused me. The
scars across my waist were from a werelion raping me while he was in animal
form, and the scars only back are a mixture of whip, electro shock and vampire
bites. There’s a missing chunk of flesh just above my kidney, I got that when Blue
came and rescued me. They didn’t even realize I was trying to escape, but the
vampire did. Vampires can be creative when they want to be. But that didn’t
matter. I made him pay for what he did to me and I enjoyed every minute of it.
He can’t hurt anyone anymore.” I pulled my dress back up and sat on the other
side of the room.
“Now you know. Happy?” I asked. I hated people finding out about my
scars; sure they looked horrible and added to the whole mysterious evil Devils
Bounty Hunter trip. But it gave them an opportunity to pity you. I hated fucking
pity. So many people have no problem with scars on men. Hell, most people
think its fucking hot. But scares on women were another story. Not to mention
the fact it was a total fucking cock block. Once a man finds out about your
‘scares’ he packs up and fuck’s off. Literally.
Tanner stood and walked towards me. He knelled in front of me and
forced my eyes to meet his. “I am deeply sorry that happened to you. I won’t tell
anyone, I promise. Your secrets safe with me.” he said… I kissed his forehead
lightly and looked back into his eyes. My secret was never safe from anyone.
Telepaths can do a good job of picking your brain without you noticing. I had
enough enemies to be worried about that possibility. But some how. The way he
said it touched something inside of me that had never been touched before.
Something I had only had touched once before…
“Thank you.” I whispered against his forehead.
Even the Devils Bounty Hunter likes to feel loved.

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Part 6
Dead Fucking Tired…
I had spent the day with Tanner safe guarding Pierre, I was pretty sure I
was going to drop at any minute. I’d been up almost three days striate now. I
was so not in the mood to take on Demetrius. And something told me, he’d be
tiered too.
I walked toward the private quarters the three of us would be staying in. I
hadn’t told Demetrius or Giovanni were they were staying, I just hoped they’d
be waiting.
I opened the door to David’s private quarters and walked in. I had
escorted Pierre to David and London’s crypt/coffin room and left him in their
care. They could take the night shifts and we would take the day. I had said my
goodbye or goodnights to tanner and headed down here. It had been a long day.
As I expected, Giovanni and my Demetrius were waiting. They were
sitting on the couch talking. I didn’t care enough to listen, nor did I say hello. All
I said was… “One of you is sharing the bed with me and the other one can have
the couch. I don’t care which one of you stays in the bed with me. I’m to fucking
tired to actually give a fuck right now. So, excuse me. I’m going to go take a
shower, dress and go to bed. Night.” I said in a flat emotionless voice as I walked
towards the bathroom. Screw them if they think I’m rude.
I didn’t wait around to here a response. I turned on the shower,
undressed and climbed in. The warm water felt good against my skin. It was
refreshing. I washed my hair and my body before eventually giving up and
climbing out. I felt a little more refreshed but I was still so god damn exhausted.
What can I say? Three days without sleep tends to become… tedious.
I changed into my black night gown. It was shorter than I liked and
almost showed my underwear, but people didn’t usually see me in it. It was
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top of the thin black silky material. It was the only pair of Pajama’s that still fit
after all the surgery.
I didn’t wear a bra of underwear to bed anymore. I don’t know why, I just
didn’t. I suppose it was more comfortable. Of course ‘that time of the month’ was
an exception. Couldn’t go to bed without at least a sanitary pad and tampon.
I crawled into the bed, not looking at anything and not paying attention to
anything. Did I really need to? Apparently. I coiled up comfortably, and just
before I drifted off to sleep I felt a pair of thick muscular arms wrap around my
waist.
“Hmm, Demetrius or Giovanni?” I asked. The mystery man behind me
chuckled a deep throaty sound. That was definitely Demetrius, Giovanni didn’t
laugh like that.
“I thought it would be you, does Giovanni still have a problem with
physical contact after bedtime then?” I asked. Demetrius’s hand slid upwards
and cupped my right breast. My breathing caught. Why the fuck was Demetrius
doing this…?
“Yes as a matter of fact he does.” Demetrius said. He leaned in towards
my ear and whispered. “But I don’t” his fingers continued there relaxing motions
and made a small moaning sound escape my lips. Wow. Was that me?
“I can see that. But you owe me an explanation.” I said. His hand stopped
their rhythmic sensual motions.
“What question do you want me to answer; you seem to have a lot of
them these days.” He stated.
“What the fuck is going on with you? You’ve never touched me that way
before, let alone look at me that way. You’re acting… strange. Don’t get me
wrong, I like it, oh boy do I like it… but it’s not you. And I don’t understand
what’s going on… so, what I’m asking is what made you… change your rules.” I
asked.
He exhaled and moved his body to form a perfect mold of my own.
Pressing his body against every line of mine, he wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t
floppy either.
“I decided, I shouldn’t deny how I feel anymore. I spent years trying to
stop my feelings from taking form. But I failed. I could have stayed in a hotel last
time I came to New York. But I didn’t want to; I wanted to see you again. True
we didn’t see a lot of one another, but just seeing you made me smile… on the
inside. I was still trying to control my emotions. I felt, I couldn’t love you. I
couldn’t love anyone ever again. The people you love just get killed along the
way.
But you’re the Devils Bounty Hunter, you can’t die. Even when I was
trying not to love you, I still felt hate for those who brought you pain. That
fucking vampire that took you hostage, I wanted so badly to kill him. I wanted to
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for anyone before, not even for those bastards that killed my family. All I wanted
for them was justice.
But that vampire… I wanted to take him apart piece by piece. Make him
suffer as I did it. That’s when I had to get away. Then I was thinking about how
much I missed you and how much I wanted to see you again. I prayed to god
that he bring me a sign; tell me I was doing the right thing by staying away.
And then you called. You needed my help, you needed me. I knew I had
to come back. I couldn’t deny how I felt any longer… I… I love you Michelle, I
love you more than I’ve loved anyone before. If you don’t feel the same way, I’ll
understand. But I want you to know how I fell; I never want you to be confused
about that.” He said.
I turned around in his arms and took his face in my hands.
“Demetrius, have you honestly never realized how crazy in love with you
I am? There has never been a day when I haven’t fantasized about you and me.
I’ve never felt this way for any man before… not even for Dominic and I gave my
soul away for him. I will do anything for you Demy, I love you.” I whispered.
I kissed his lips deeply, how could he not have noticed I was like a love
sick puppy around him? I’ve always fucking loved him. Always. But the really
scary thing was, as the words flowed out of my mouth, I realized, they were all
completely true. That was a frightening thought.
His hand pushed me away so he could stare into my eyes. He whispered
the words I’ve been fantasizing about him saying since I was 16 years old.
“I love you more than you will ever know Michelle. Say you’ll be with
me.” he whispered.
“I love you Demetrius, I’ll be with you. I’ve wanted to be with you for so
—” damn. I yawned in the middle of my romantic speech. “Long.” We both
laughed. “I love you Demetrius, but I’m tiered, I’ve been up fro three days now. I
don’t think I could keep my eyes open long enough.” I said. He chuckled and
gave my forehead a small, lingering kiss.
“In the morning, or tomorrow night perhaps, if your coherent enough to
go through it.” He said. I laughed and gave him lips a small peck.
“I’d say I’m always ready, but tonight seems t be the exception.” I
whispered. He laughed a warm throaty laugh; it was a laugh I had missed. But
then again I had missed everything about Demetrius, and soon, I would be
introduced to some things I would miss even more when he as gone.
“I’d generally say you’re full of yourself, but tonight, I agree with you.
You were always ready to go with whatever boy you’d pick at random. May I
ask, without you cutting my balls off… why you chose to be with so many men?
Surely one would be enough.” he said. I traced my finger along his lower lip.
“One would have been enough… but the one I wanted didn’t want me
back. So… I guess I kept trying to find someone I could want bad enough… plus
it’s a good loyalty technique. Men will generally follow you around like love sick
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really.” I said. He chuckled and kissed my finger, running his hand up from my
elbow to my wrist.
“I always wanted you… I just couldn’t let myself want you. I have my
rules for more than one reason Michelle. It wasn’t the age difference; I don’t
think that would have worried me. But the fact I wasn’t in control when I was
around you… I wasn’t use to it.” He said
That made so much more sense. This was sounding like my Demetrius, he
loved being in control. He told me once he always felt weak when he wasn’t in
control, like someone could force him to do something via emotion that he
would regret. He didn’t like taking chances; he was my safe, reliable, strong
Demetrius. He liked to know how far he was willing to go and be able to come
back from it.
He was like that though, he didn’t like taking chances and yet he loved
testing himself. I never quiet understood it, but I respected it. He was my mentor
I was his student. There was nothing else. Or so he tried to convince me oh so
many years ago. Looking back on it now, he seemed to be trying to convince
himself more than me.
Demetrius had been so strict, but he was always a religious man. He used
to be a Buddhist until his family died. He said ‘there is no coming back the way
they killed my family. If I believe my family may come back, think about what
happens to everyone we kill.’ That really pissed me off, not because he was
acting very rude at the time, but because he was right.
I wanted to believe his family could come back in some way, but I didn’t
want to believe all those murdering rapist bastards would. I didn’t care if they
got demoted a ranking and came back as flies, I didn’t want them alive anymore.
They needed to be down in hell where they belong.
Lucifer promised me he would make them pay the first few weeks I was
working for him. I’d been having a bit of a tough time. I was fifteen and I was
expected to shoot people. How would that affect you? Knew they were evil, but
I was new to having dead people haunt my memory. I was sick of it to tell you
the truth.
I was doing what I was told and what I had been taught to do. It was
nothing more and nothing less. I had a contract; I sold my soul for someone who
was once very important to me. I keep tabs on him, every now and then I’ll
patrol the city he’s in. just because he dumped me doesn’t mean I want him
dead. On the contrary, I could my soul for his life; I want him to live.
I won’t waist the last six years just because he dumped me. I sold my soul
to keep him alive, so by god he’s going to fucking stay alive. Lucifer will keep his
side of the bargain, as long as I work for him, he will be protected. But I liked be
certain of some things. But this guy was a lot easier to keep track of than some.
Like Demetrius.
I can’t believe that Demetrius just had a mental break down and suddenly
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wasn’t like Demetrius to give in so easily. I wanted to know, but I trust

Demetrius to tell me the truth when he’s ready.
But Demetrius was not the only one who had changed. I wasn’t the naive
little girl I once was. I was capable, dependable now. I was the fucking Devils
Bounty Hunter for Christ sake! I was literally invincible… so far. But I wasn’t
what I imagine Demetrius in bed with, nor did I think he’d enjoy what I did.
Pain and blood was a turn on for me of late. I didn’t know why, I was
probably just getting to that point were my work took over my life. Hell, next
thing you know I’ll be getting off from shooting people. The sad thing is, I can
see that happening. I could see me getting addicted to shooting these mother
fuckers. I was already fine with doing the job, hell, it was rewarding at times. But
I didn’t get off on doing it, not the way that fucked up vampire did.
I don’t think I could willingly rape and torture someone for my own
enjoyment. But could Demetrius really make love to me, with my body the way
it was? Could h make love to me that way at all? I doubted it… and I didn’t want
him to come into any unexpected surprises. It wasn’t right to spring them on
him. He’s seen my scars when they were fresh, maybe he was hoping that they
would go away, I know I still did. But what ever he thought the honest truth was
I didn’t want him to see my body. I hated to see it; I’d hate to put him through
that to.
“Demetrius… I… I don’t know if we should do this.” I whispered
suddenly unable to find my voice.
“What are you talking about? Don’t do what?” he asked tightening his
arms around me. I took a deep breath and looked up into his almost pitch black
eyes. They were so beautiful and even in the dark, you could still see them as
clear as day.
“I don’t think we should have sex… ever. Don’t get me wrong, I mean I
love you and by god do I want you. But there are things about me Demetrius
that not even you know. You’ve seen my scars, I know that. But there’s
something else… and I don’t think we’d be… compatible for sex.” I said. Jesus
Christ, I sound like I’m talking about computers.
“Compatible?” he asked.
“Don’t make fun of me, you know what I mean. You wouldn’t… enjoy the
same things I would.” I said.
“What do you mean? I wouldn’t enjoy the same things you enjoy? I am a
man aren’t I? I’m pretty sure anything you do, or want me to do will be
amazing.” He whispered. His voice made the words in to deep dark sexual
secrets meant only for my ears. And maybe they were. But he was wrong.
“You’re wrong”
“Am I? And how are you so sure I wouldn’t like what you like?” he asked.
He sounded offended now. Damn.
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“I’m far from perfect, you just see me differently than most people.
There’s nothing wrong with you, but there’s something right with us. You’ll
enjoy every minute, just as I will.” He whispered. I kissed his chest; it was all I
could each from here.
“I… I could hurt you, if you want me to enjoy myself… I could hurt you. I
wouldn’t mean to, I’d be sorry afterwards… but, I could hurt you” I said as I
cringed my body against his. I didn’t like the idea of him turning away from me
because I hurt him during sex. I didn’t want to even consider it as a possibility.
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” he asked sounding almost amused. I exhaled
and moved so I could star into his eyes.
“I like it rough Demetrius, I like pain. It’s like a second orgasm for me. Sex
just isn’t as good without it, but… I don’t want to hurt you.” I said.
He stared into my eyes silently for a moment and kissed my lips roughly.
Ooh sweet Jesus Christ was he a good kisser. It caught me off guard, but
this was what I wanted from Demetrius. A struggle for dominance, and I knew
with Demetrius I would give it to me. I still didn’t think he had it in him to go
through the level of pain I liked, but he would try. If nothing else he would try,
that’s all I could ask for… all I would ask for.
“You really are too fucking perfect Michelle” he whispered the second he
freed my lips.
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
“You’re to fucking perfect; do you know how hard it is to find a girl into
the fucked up shit I’m into? I’ve been alone in my desires for so long. I thought
you’d be enough to break me of it, but if you’re up for it… just think of how it
could be…” he said.
Oh Jesus Christ he was right, I knew rough sex could be good. But if
Demetrius was willing to hurt me, really hurt me. Fuck! It could be…
“Amazing…” I whispered. Demetrius shuddered and pulled me against
his body. He was hard and ready… and I wasn’t so tiered anymore… hmmm.
I wrapped my legs around him and forced him onto his back. For a small
chick I’ve got some nice muscles tucked away. He looked up at me surprised but
the stick pocking my inner thing told me he was obviously still willing.
“I’m not tiered anymore.” I whispered against his collar bone. He
chuckled and let me do as I would. I laid a trail of little air sweet kisses and
playful nibbles down his chest. He chuckled as I did it and with each amused
little sound the bites got harder… until I came to his nipple.
I ran my tongue over his nipple, making soft swirling motions. It was
enough to make him close his eyes and relax. Most men don’t get enough
attention paid to their nipples, its nerve central right there. But because they’re
usually untouched, it makes them even more sensitive. Yummy. The second I felt
the tension ease out of his shoulders I bit down on his nipple hard enough to
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I leaned down and kissed him, the blood still dripping from my mouth.
And as we kissed, he tasted his own blood; it simple served to arouse him
more… goodie. I let my hands slid gracefully down his chest, pulling me with
them. I kept complete and total eye contact as he watched me move down his
body slowly. He wasn’t naked, though I kind of wished he was. It would have
made my job a whole lot easier, less erotic, but easier. He was wearing a pair of
black silk boxers with the words ‘Big Boy’ printed down the side. They were cute
and I wondered if they were true.
I slowly pulled his under wear down to his feet dragging my body along
with it. It was the one time I let our eye contact falter. I wanted to see if what his
underwear where advertising was accurate.
It was fucking Accurate.
I was use to a lot of men being either long or wide and well endowed. I
don think I’ve experienced one that was both, not until now. I ran my hand up
and down the length of him-it was too big to wrap my fist around fully-and
stroked him, slowly, very slowly. A small sigh came from his lips as he lay back
on the bed and closed his eyes. Perfect timing. I squeezed his long hard shaft, not
to the point were it would be incredibly painful, but the extent he would have
more than felt it. He gasped and stared down at me, the stare was a mixture of
amazement and pleasure. Goodie.
I let my tongue run over the head of him, teasing him, taunting him. It
brought small pleasant moans from his lips, but I knew it wasn’t what he
wanted. He was like me, sex was good, hell it could be fucking great at times. But
it just wasn’t enough without pain.
I can’t explain it, pain acts as a double pleasure for me. Being tortured by
the vampire wasn’t bad once I got use to it; he wasn’t the first one to abuse me
that way anyhow. It doesn’t matter if you can give a great blow job to every
other guy in the world, not if the one guy you want likes it different. But
Demetrius was different; he was my kind of different. I could finally do so many
things I had imagined doing to him.
I took his head into my mouth, not the easiest feat for me taking in a man
of Demetrius’s size. Length is easily accommodated, but width makes it trickier. I
swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, stretching my hand as far around
his long thick shaft as I could. I grazed his tip with my teeth and brought a
contented sigh from his lips making his eyes flutter and lips stay parted. I loved
the look on his face. The look that said, “That feels good, keep going”. But it
wasn’t enough, not from my point of view anyway. He wasn’t moaning
excessively or screaming my name, just content little moans ever now and then.
I took most of him into my mouth and attempted to deep throat. I was
only able to swallow about half of him due to his size, so I let my hand cupped
around his base fall into the perfect rhythm of my mouth. I sucked as I
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around him, tighter than most men would have liked. But after what he had told
me only moments ago, I thought he may like it.
I was right
Demetrius moaned load and hard, his lower body thrusting in time with
my mouth. The pain of him thrusting down to places in my throat no man had
ever reached before made me make small moaning sounds against his cock. The
sound sent vibrations down the length of him causing his lower body to set off
small spasms.
I guessed Demetrius wasn’t one of the guys who were going to give me a
warning. Fine with me, I usually hated surprises. But a surprise from Demetrius,
I think I could live with that. He pumped and I thrusted, trying to accommodate
as much room for him as I could. I let my teeth graze over him, most men think it
hurts to much when women use teeth. Not Demetrius. Within only a short few
minutes of the hard rhythmic thrusting his steaming hot seed spilt its way down
my throat. I loved the taste of a man’s orgasm. It made me slightly regretful I
didn’t get to taste it. I wonder how Demetrius would taste.
I slid him out of my mouth roughly. There was no need to be careful with
Demetrius, he liked the pain. It caused him to moan pleasurable again.
I slid slowly up his body, rubbing sensitive parts of his body against every
inch of my own. He wasn’t as hard as before, but he wasn’t soft yet either. I lay a
small trail of kisses and love bites as I continued my graceful motions up his
body, looking into his eyes as I did so. I wasn’t finished, but he probably was.
Most men loose the whole sex drive thing once they’ve climaxed. But we
women some how don’t, I wonder why that is. Maybe were just built to want
more, but that doesn’t make sense. If we were truly built to need/want more
we’d probably think about sex more than men do. Hell, maybe we do.
A college professor I once had theorized that it was simply the fact a part
of our brains were better developed than any man’s and therefore we’re able to
manage our priorities better. Sounds about right to me, I think about sex a fair
bit, but I don’t act on it. Correction, I don’t have to act on it, men do.
I reached the nap of his neck and couldn’t resist the urge to play with his
Adam’s apple. Kissing and nibbling along it. Demetrius made a sound half grunt
half moan. I hoped that meant I was doing a good job. I usually only focused on
the other party, but tonight I was doing even more so. I didn’t know what his
boundaries were so I didn’t want to push it.
I kissed slowly along his chin… his cheek… his ear lob, causing more
noises from Demetrius’s lips. Honestly, I was getting bored. I expected
Demetrius to be dominating and grunting during sex. I’d imagine his hard
sweating body pounding into mine a million times. I imagined the power in his
thrust’s the simple pleasure of being with, him having him inside of me. Having
him pound my body, hard and fast. No looking back and no regrets, having him
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The thought made me moan and lay a trail of kisses and nibbles back
down to his lips. I found the fight for dominancy I had been looking for. His lips
and tongue fought me at every turn. His kiss was heaven. I could have kissed his
lips forever, but that just wasn’t what I wanted.
I took his lower lip into my mouth when he lease expected it and bit down
hard enough to draw a thick red line of teeth shaped ripples. It bled a wonderful
crimson color. As I had hoped, it only seemed to arouse him further. He slid one
hand around my back and entwined another through my hair. He yanked my
body off of him roughly and turned us over so he was on top. Wow. He ripped
the black night dress off of my body, it didn’t hurt but it had dramatic effect. Go
him.
He pressed a finger to my lips and slid his body down the length of me,
mimicking what I had done only moments ago. I felt my body heat with his
flames and blush as his lips caressed my skin. It caused me to sigh happily. His
lips and tongue were skillful, but it made me wonder where he had learnt such
things. He bit down hard enough on my skin to both draw blood and bow my
back in a wondrous mixture of pain and pleasure. Damn he was good!
He chuckled and held my body down with one hand. “If you keep
moaning that loudly you’re going to wake everyone up. We don’t want them to
come in here and break up our fun now do we?” he said.
I couldn’t find my voice, but managed to shake my hand. It took me a
while to found my breath but once I had I was able to whisper “It’s…sound…
proof.”
He chuckled and continued his toying kisses and nibbles down my body.
He didn’t seem bothered by the scars but I suppose he had never been bothered
by them before. I don’t know why I expected him to run screaming from the
horror’s my body had become, but none the less, it’s what I expected.
His teeth grazed a pattern down my body, like a promise of what was to
come. I liked that idea. He reached my hips and slid his hands down the sides.
“Naughty girl… no panties.” He whispered in a deep seductive voice. It
made me giggle… I never giggle.
His hands spread my legs for him. I wasn’t use to getting head quiet
honestly. Whenever I made love to a guy, it wasn’t about me. I didn’t usually
orgasm during sex anymore. But then again, sex wasn’t special for me any more.
One thing was for sure, I had never felt this insecure about sex in my life. Hell, I
felt more confident during my first time than I felt now.
He looked up at me with those almost pitch black eyes and smiled a wide
seductive grin, we both knew what he was going to do and the anticipation was
getting to me. Suspense was something I never did take a liking to.
His gaze freed my own as his head slid between my legs. His tongue
lashed out against my hot core and made my body tight with pleasure. I didn’t
know if it was because I hadn’t had head in so long or because it was Demetrius
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ways it had never tightened before. Twinges of pleasure shooting out across my
body without warning.
The felling bordered on unbearable as his tongue lashed out rhythmically
against my core. He fingers sliding gracefully against my opening, tickling as
they made their small tantalizing movements.
My breathing came hot and heavy as I struggled not to cry out from the
sheer pleasure his tongue was unleashing upon my body. I don’t think I’ve ever
been so turned on during sex without pain. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so ready
for an orgasm before in my life. Even with pain, this was something different. It
scared me to admit it, but sex with Demetrius was something… more. I would
use words like ‘magical’ or ‘special’ but I wasn’t a fucking hall mark card.
His fingers slid into my opening and made me finally cry out in pleasure.
First two, then three… after a while I lost track of how much he was sliding into
me. I was writhing and spasming around his fingers, bowing my back and
screaming his name. So what if someone busted in on us? They could either help
out or fuck off. The feel of his fingers pumping inside of me was just another
promise. A promise of the pleasure his thick hard shaft would bestow upon my
body.
I didn’t know weather or not to give him a warning; and I honestly
couldn’t tell when the tortuous pleasure would end. He hadn’t given me a
warning, so I doubt I should give him one. I was being careful, I’m not usually
careful. Maybe Demetrius was changing me. But for the life of me, I couldn’t
decide whether that was a god or a bad thing.
My heart rate speed and body spasmed harder as he tongue slid deeper
into my core. The feel of him going deeper was enough to make me come in a
hard, spasming, scream of orgasm. My back bowed despite Demetrius’s hand on
my abdomen holding me down. But despite my orgasm Demetrius kept going
causing my orgasm to lengthen and spill over harder than I have ever come
before. His tongue still licking in lines and circles without a pattern, sis fingers
still pounding me hard and fast, I had never come so hard in my life.
When Demetrius was finally finished with his torture Demetrius came
away from my core and up to my lips. I could taste my own juices on his lips. I
never understood the whole fish thing, it didn’t taste that way to me. I’ve gone
down on other women before; god knows we’ve all tried forbidden fruit. And
they all tasted different to me, I only think one or two tasted/smelt slightly fishy.
I was glad I wasn’t one of them. Never liked fish much to tell you the truth.
The taste of my juices on his lips made my hormones dance with an
excitement I had lost long ago. The tangy, fresh meat like taste of my orgasm
made me just as ready for his thick hard member.
Demetrius and I both came away gasping; it wasn’t much of a difference
for me. I was gasping before he kissed me. “You taste better than I imagined” he
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“Every one tastes different” I managed to choke out. The sound was not
my usual confident self, even to me it sounded estranged.
He chuckled and kissed me, long and passionately. People always seemed
to kiss their partners that way after a mind blowing orgasm. Don’t ask me why,
they just do. And tonight, I was no exception.
His shaft poked my leg, he was ready, oh boy was he ready. I had to smile
at that. I watched as he positioned himself between my legs. He was thicker than
any man I had ever attempted to take on, and that was saying something. I bit
my lip and stared at that huge quaking member. Length is one thing; I could
manage length without much problem. But width made you stretch, width was
better for me, it was more painful. It wasn’t always painful, but Delano looked
like a man who could use his width to that advantage if he wasn’t careful. The
pain wouldn’t by much, but usually enough to get me off.
He watched my face as he slid into me slowly. The feel of his length and
width stretching me was almost enough to bring me a second time. I was tight,
so damn tight! He slid in slowly making me feel each and every wondrous inch
of him.
When he couldn’t fit anymore of himself into me he pulled out, faster than
he had come in. his thrusts came faster the further along they went. In and out, in
and out, in and out. Until he made his pace as fast and hard as I had wanted.
The sound of his flesh slapping against my own was almost too much to
bear. The feel of his shaft stretching my inner walls, fighting for ever thrust.
Tearing and pounding, flesh against flesh. It was enough to drive a girl insane,
begging for more as they say. If he asked me to, I probably would.
But Demetrius wasn’t cruel, he was a great many things, but he wasn’t
cruel. He was hard, he was brutal and strong when he needed to be, but he
wasn’t cruel. I don’t think Demetrius had it in him to be cruel, hateful, hell
yeah… but never cruel. He was a justice man; he didn’t like the fact a lot of what
we do is illegal. But he liked the fact it helped out society. He liked the fact every
time he killed it meant he was saving someone else’s life.
He pounded until I felt as if he could tear me apart. He wasn’t holding
back, and to me, that was perfect. If I ended up walking like a spas-tastic–fuck-
whit tomorrow so be it. It was worth it, the feel of Demetrius was worth it. He
gave all he could give and he wasn’t sorry about doing it either. Yippee.
His pounding lost rhythm as both of our bodies spasmed and writhed
with the pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist and helped him push
himself as far into me as he could go. My arms came up around his shoulder
blades and my nails raked down his back as he brought me in another hard
screaming spas-tastic orgasm.
He came mere moments after I did, a mixture of the pain and pleasure my
nails had caused him. I don’t think I’ve ever draw blood with my nails before.
What can I say? It was the mark of a job well done. Hat’s off to him.

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He collapsed on top of me, sweating and gasping for air, just as I was. His
masculine sweaty body surrounded mine. I hugged him close as he rolled us
onto our sides. He leaned in and gave me one of his long meaningful passionate
kisses I loved so much. His lips and mine danced in a never ending circle of love.
Our tongues massaging one another and mouths seemed almost permanently
glue together. I could still taste my juices on his lips.
He pulled away and stared into my eyes. “I love you Michelle” he
whispered. I kissed his lips lightly and stared back into his deep enthralling eyes.
“I love you Demetrius.” I whispered back.
He slid himself out of me carefully and held me against his body lovingly.
Every line of his masculine, God-like figure pressed up against my own. I felt
safe, and for the fist time in a very long time…I felt loved. That was something I
hadn’t felt inside my body in years. A place deep within me had been touch, not
by anything physical. But it was as if some part of Demetrius has reached inside
my soul and brought a part of me that had once died or been missing back to life.
I had felt this way before. But that had ended with the man I loved
ripping out my heart and telling me I was second rate to a blond bimbo Cheer
leading bitch. I never wanted to give someone that opportunity again… not if I
could avoid it. It’s dangerous to give your heart to people, even if you trust them.
They can fuck with it in ways you can’t even imagine. They can do things more
painful than murders could even dream about.
Love = Just another way for people to fuck with you.

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Part 7
Condemned Fucking History’s
I awoke in Demetrius’s arms. The sweet musky scent of him was like
heaven for my nostrils. I use to love his sweet musky vanilla soy milk smell. I use
to fantasies about how he would smell in the mornings after a night like last
night. Not how I picture’s it, I thought he’d smell all manly and sweaty… but it
wasn’t a bad thing he smelled this way. Hell, it was better. I loved the scent of
vanilla soy milk; it was one of my favorite perfumes.
His large masculine hands stroked from my hair to my shoulder blades.
The sensation made me feel more loved than I had ever suspected possible, for
someone like me that was. I was saving every moment in my memory; I never
wanted to forget this moment. Not ever, even if we couldn’t ever be together
again. I wanted to be with him, right here… forever.
But, unfortunately, time thinks differently than I do. Time and love stand
still for no man. Unfair bastards, I never got to have my fun.
Mr. Kay walked through the door. His face was as calm and neutral as
ever. In that moment I knew he could have walked in on the biggest orgy
recorded in history and he wouldn’t have looked like he even noticed. Good for
him. I wonder how long it took him to do that. It took me years, and I still think I
give away more than I want to. What can I say; I have a very emotive face. Not
bragging, just a simple fact.
“Breakfast has been prepared, Pierre and his guards are awaiting us all to
join them…” he went to close the door… but turned back to me, a faint smile
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Congratulations. “I suggest you go clothed” he said as he closed the door behind

him. Smart ass bastard.
“Strange Asian bastard isn’t he?” Demetrius said, breaking the suddenly
shattered quiet. I couldn’t have said it better myself.
“I think it’s the most emotion I’ve seen him show since he’s been here. Is
that how he is, or I he trying to prove something?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” Demetrius asked.
I moved up from his chest so I was staring up into those beautiful deep,
deep brown eyes. I think I was among the only few able to actually able to tell
the difference between his eye color and a deep pitch black.
“A lot of guys act one way around their superiors and another way
around their friends. I want to know if this is how Mr. Kay acts, or if he’s trying
to… impress me I suppose.” It was true, no matter how you say it, it was true.
Men want to prove themselves, and they almost never act the same way with
their superiors compared to the way they act with their friends.
“Impress you?” Demetrius asked. I blushed and let out a small laugh. I
knew how it sounded.
“Okay, okay, I know how that sounded… Not just me, but his superiors.
No matter how you slice it Demetrius, I’m his superior. Not a lot of men like the
fact women can be superior. It sucks, but it’s true. Men like London for example
don’t like that fact but, in spite of themselves, will show me a level of respect he
would not show to others. So I want to know, is this how he normally acts or
what?” I asked.
He smiled down at me, the kind of smile only a man in love could give
you. One of those smiles that melt your heart and leave you soft and warm as
putty in their very capable hands, I loved the way he did that. I blushed.
“Actually Michelle, I think he’s warmer around you than any of us. It
sounds… strange. But I can see it in his eyes. Something… melts around you,
something I honestly don’t understand. Kaname was always… distant, like he
wasn’t even there. But around you, it’s…” he was lost for words. Not like
Demetrius, not like Demetrius at all. So, I decided o finish for him.
“Different” I said. He smiled and bent down to kiss my forehead.
“Yes, different.” He scanned the room, don’t ask me what for. I suppose it
was a force of habit for us. But hell, habits, especially old ones are hard to break.
“We better get changed… well, dressed” I said as I looked around the
floor to find no clothing. What had Demetrius done with his clothing before he
got into bed? I didn’t care, I didn’t want to change. Not now… not ever. If I could
avoid it.
“True.” He said with a coy smile on his face. “But I think we may need a
shower first.” He said as he threw me his sweetly seductive smile in that oh so
suggestive voice.
I crawled up his chest to kiss his lips. Those sweet, warm, tempting lips
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Demetrius wouldn’t leave it at that. Our mouths joined together, lips and tongue
held together in a permanent struggle for dominancy.
God I loved the way Demetrius kissed me. So rough, so violent, so god
damn fucking mind blowing! There was only one way to describe Demetrius,
and that was ’Fuck-tastic!’ he was yummy. Absolutely fucking yummy!
He rolled me over onto my back; I could feel the long hard length of him
pressing against my thigh. He was ready, boy was he ready. And I though to
myself…should I take advantage of this? Fuck yeah I was going to take full
advantage of this!
He knew we were in a hurry just as well as I did. He spread my legs and
positioned himself between them. The head of him pressed against my opening.
Demetrius was the only guy I was willing to be submissive for. He could
do whatever he wants with me and I’d probably let him do it. I would do as I
was told; I had never done that before. I had never wanted to do that before.
Even when he was teaching me, I was still a little smart ass. I thought I knew
everything, but with this, I was willing to let him teach me a thing or two.
But just as things got to good to be true an unwelcome knock came from
the door. I groaned and sat up, avoiding anything to painful for Demetrius.
“What!?!” I borderline screamed. Demetrius chuckled and held me in his arms,
sitting me on his lap. I got ideas about the possibilities of that position. But right
now, I was more interested in being angry at whoever was at the fucking door.
“May I come in?” asked a deep voice. I couldn’t tell who it was outside,
but his energy was familiar.
“No!” I yelled stubbornly.
Demetrius chuckled and kissed along my neck. I shuddered against him; I
wanted nothing more than to slide up and down him right now. But I knew
whoever was on the other side of the door could burst in. I was comfortable
fucking in front of strangers, but I didn’t think Demetrius would be.
“Who the fuck is it!?!” I asked angrily as Demetrius continued his
tantalizing kisses down my side. My voice had dropped and octave, that was
good. He was either trying to revive the mood or calm me down. Neither was
working well. But God bless him for trying.
“It’s Pierre” he said. I should have guessed from the annoying fucking
French ascent!
I couldn’t help but laugh. I kissed Pierre yesterday, jus to prove a little
point. More so to myself than to him. I knew he would follow me, any man
would. If you fuck they’re brains out that is.
What was I going to do now I was sleeping with Demetrius? I wasn’t
likely to stay loyal to him. But, did that mean he wouldn’t be loyal to me? I
wanted his loyalty, but I didn’t want to be loyal. It was unfair, but it was true.
Unless he got me to promise never to fuck another guy while I was with him, or
made me sign a contract, I wasn’t likely to do it. Once I make a promise, I have to
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“Can I come in?” he asked again.

“No! What do you want?” I asked. I was feeling a little calmer now.
Mostly thanks to Demetrius’s soothing bodily kisses. My breathing caught when
his lips came to rest on my nipple. He looked up at me as he licked sucked and
tickled his way around them.
“The sun will be setting shortly, a little more than an hour. I was hoping
to discus a few things in private before that happens.” He said. Damn. Tip 3:
Always do as the employer needs you to do. I hate that logic, but at least it
usually results in better pay.
I looked down at Demetrius and frowned, giving him full pouty lips and
all. He got the message and stopped his incredibly pleasant motions. I kissed his
lips lightly and slid off his body. I walked towards the door as Demetrius walked
into the bathroom and started the shower. It made me smile; at least he could
take a hint. Hell, maybe I could join him… maybe. If Pierre didn’t ask me to do
him a favor that was.
I opened the door wide and leaned against the door jam. I was well aware
I was completely naked and Pierre had never seen my scars but I didn’t give a
fuck. He interrupted me! Hell, if he didn’t like the scars, he didn’t have to fuck
me.
Pierre was definitely taken of guard when he saw me. But the look on his
face wasn’t disgust or shock. Well, no. there was some shock in there, but it was
a look only men get. A look that said nothing but sex and possession were his
favorite things. It always made me curious as to whether or not we get that look
in our eyes.
He swallowed hard enough for me to notice and his gaze was nowhere
near my face. I followed his gaze, I don’t know where I expected them to be but I
should have guessed… my breasts. If it wasn’t both gross and impolite he would
be drooling. I hated when guys were like this, it was flattering but still fucking
annoying.
I grabbed his hands and placed them on my breasts. He looked at me with
amazement; his dazed look quickly vanished as his eyes quickly refocused on my
breasts. It took effort for him not to stop breathing all together. Good horny little
vampire.
“Their not that fucking amazing” I let my hands drop. He kept his hands
on my breasts and swallowed hard. It took effort for him to look me in the eyes.
Point for him. “Now that you know what they’re like tell me what you need to so
I can go have a shower.” He nodded a little too rapidly and let his hands drop,
his eyes keeping focus with my own. Another point for the horny vampire.
“I… I’m not sure what to say now.” he said.
“Say whatever the fuck you came in here to say.”
“I… I was going to proposition you to be quite honest. But you seem to
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cheeks had the faintest touch of color to them. Was the big bad vampire
blushing? Answer: Fuck yeah he was blushing! Point for me!
“I’m not tied to any one man Pierre, you need to remember that. No man
owns me… though at the moment, Demetrius is my preference. That doesn’t
mean I’m off the market Pierre, I’m just… temporarily out of stock.” He chuckled
and nodded. Was that all he did?
“I see Jacqueline; you’re a woman of many men. I understand that,
monogamy was never my scene either. I don’t believe it would be a good idea to
proposition you considering there’s a naked man not but thirty feet away. But
perhaps, another time. The… dinning room I suppose you would call it is
waiting. London David and I have already been… fed. I entrust you’ll take care
of tonight. Your men are upstairs changing most likely; they may or may not join
you for breakfast, though they are more than welcome. I trust you’ll pass along
the message.” He headed for the door. I smiled sweetly and walked towards
him. I was well aware I was butt naked and that Pierre was my employer. But oh
well, fuck rules and regulations. I needed trust, something I strived for, and I
knew only one way to gain it.
There are only two ways to get trust, fear or devotion. Considering most
of the people I want loyalty and trust from are more intimidating than I am, fear
kind of fucks up. So, devotion is the next best thing, and the only way to get
devotion from a man; either be his mother or fuck his brains out!
I placed my hand on his shoulder, which was a fair effort for me
considering he was at least six feet. He turned and looked down at me. Those
eyes stared at me, I felt as if I could drown in them just by looking at him. He
was beautiful, more than that. But his eyes… those eyes were unlike any I had
ever seen before. They were beautiful and frightening at the same time.
I reached my arms up to his shoulder and drew his body against mine so I
could feel the curves of his body. He was a very happy camper. The hardness of
his member against my stomach felt strangely wonderful. Not in the way that
Demetrius made me fell, but it was close. Very close, scary close even.
I leaned forward and stretched up on tippy toes to reach his lips. I
wouldn’t have been able to get to them if he hadn’t bent down to meet me. I
kissed his lips and the kiss was passionate. It was deep, long and wet. Just the
way I liked it, at least, when I wanted to pretend. It was nice… but I liked it
rougher. Pierre wasn’t going to give me that, no matter how much I wanted him
to.
Strange, but this seemed… satisfying. Strangely satisfying because even
Demetrius didn’t feel this way; Demetrius made me feel… alive. Electricity
would flow through our bodies and boil my blood. Or at least, that’s how I felt.
But with Pierre… I wasn’t sure how to explain it. It was as if he soothed
me. He didn’t make my blood boil with heat and passion, or at least not right
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and… almost well, placid. I was suddenly very aware I was naked and he was
not.
I was suddenly very aware Demetrius was in the other room. And I was
suddenly aware how fucked up my thoughts were. I was less that thrilled.
I pulled away from Pierre slowly. His body followed mine and forced my
hands on the front of his chest just so I could move away. He kissed my lips a
few more times, briefly, as if he were scared he would never get the chance to do
so again. I’d give him the chance to do this again… and more. But… not right
now. I had s fully naked Demetrius to take care of. Yum. I’d give him a chance
when I got bored of Demetrius.
But honestly, that’s what scared me. I wanted him to touch me again. It
wasn’t every day I actually felt calm. Nor was it every day I wanted a man inside
me. Except for Demetrius, but who wouldn’t want Demetrius inside of them? If I
were physic I’d have a field day in the minds of women seeing what they were
thinking about Demetrius. God only knows all the embarrassing shit I’ve
thought about him.
I felt so… callow the way I thought about Demetrius. He made me feel
like a naughty school girl. I was the cheerleader with a crush on my PE teacher.
The tall, muscular fucking handsome PE teacher everyone wanted to tie down
and rape. Callow was the only way to describe it. Immature didn’t quiet work.
I pulled back just enough for breathing distance and smiled. “It’s getting
late Pierre; you better get to your coffin before you… die.” I said.
I had never understood how the fuck all this shit worked with vampires. I
just accepted the whole magic idea. It happens because it happens. I don’t want
to know why or how just what it can and cant do. As far as the world was
concerned, vampires die with the night. If the moon rises, then so do they.
If the moon sets and its life no longer shone upon the world, the same
would happen to them. They would die; it was as if they were literally dead to
the world. Any vampire I’ve ever known said they don’t remember what
happens just before they, well, die.
They all say they remember being in the coffin one minute and walking
out of darkness the next. Death is a strange little thing. I’d have to ask the boss
what its like to die one day.
I know it sounds strange, but I want to die one day. I don’t think I’d like to
live forever. Not even if I had a reason to live like the reason I have now.
Demetrius. I want to die one day; I want to know what happens after this. I want
to know where I’ll end up.
I believe in god, after all I have a contract with the fucking devil. I kind of
can’t ignore the good when I embrace the evil. But still, I believe I’ll go to heaven
one day. I hope I’ll go to heaven one day. I usually wear a cross around my neck
wrist and ankle. But since I was living with vampires now, I decided not to take
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A vampire can be in the same room as a holy object, but if they look
directly at it or come in contact with it, let’s just say it’s not a pretty picture. Not a
pretty picture at all. I’d prefer if the person I was protecting didn’t burst into
flames because I wore a fucking cross necklace to work, that would suck.
Pierre blushed, if vampires can really blush. His skin seemed to have more
color, indicating blood flow, so I suppose that was the best kind of blush I was
going to get. But the blush told me other things. He had definitely fed tonight,
and due to his age, I was thinking had had been fed well.
The older a vampire the less blood he would need to sustain himself. Most
vampires that are older over indulge, it makes them seem… somewhat flushed at
times. Pierre was blushing, he had fed, and boy had he fed well. And his skin, it
wasn’t blue anymore. It was a very pail white, he almost looked human again. I
hate how people think vampires turn white; it’s a load of bullshit! Have you ever
seen a corpse? They don’t turn white, they turn blue. Vampires are animated
corpses, nothing more, nothing less.
He bowed his head and headed out the door. Something happened in
between that short space of time. I wondered if his ass would look just as good
out of leather as did in leather. I wondered if I could ever sleep with the cliental
and use it as a tax ride off. And I had the sudden urge to run after him. That one
confused me more than anything.
Demetrius had walked away from me a many a time without me thinking
abut chasing after him. This was bad… this was very bad. So, I didn’t risk it.
Don’t want the big bad vampire to think I like him. That would be worse, that
would be a whole lot worse.
I turned around and headed back into the bathroom. I really did feel like a
shower, but time with Demetrius in the shower was almost irresistible. What can
I say, tall Italian hunky men, dripping with water… that just does it for me. It
just flat out does it.
No if, and’s or but’s when it comes to Demetrius and his body. He’s a god,
plain and simple. A man with enough muscles to life a toe truck, a head of hair
just long enough to run your fingers through. Not to mention a libido that just
won’t give up… it was safe to say, I hit the jack pot!

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My life, I.E. Hell

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Interview with a vampire… Fuck!

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out to whoever he wants. I won’t fuck anymore fucking strangers Jacqueline, I

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“Okay, we seem to be getting a little confused. Do you want my

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Home Sweet Fucking Home

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The corridor seemed to go on forever. Pierre thankfully stayed quiet the

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“What?” I finally asked. He chuckled lightly and shook his head.

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Fuck… I Hate Love

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“Pierre suggested it when I first arrived. He didn’t force me; he merely

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Wow… Much different

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