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AN: Thanks for the kind input. Much appreciated. :) Plus, agapao mou means my love in Ancient Greek.
We sat across from each other, I had a plate full of stake and potatoes, she had a chicken cutlet drowned in some sort of wine sauce. After whispering grace, we ate happily, chatting as if old companions. I was willing to keep up the illusion if she was. "So where do you come from, in Britain?" She asked, pushing the salad around on her plate with her fork, her brown eyes intent on mine.
"I am from Newcastle. In England."
She cut a piece of meat and looked up at me, "So I hear that B-Pet is a pretty wild team."
I smiled and watched as she ate, "One of the best in the world short of the See team." See team were the best of the best hunters around the world who dedicated their lives to killing all that was deemed unnatural by the Vatican. They were called behind their backs, the Holy watchdogs to pro-preternatural activists or just See Team to colleagues The majority of it was comprised of renegade Priests. "We are around 65 strong. Plenty of renegade priests, disgruntled cops, soldiers, preternatural experts and unsatisfied bounty hunters."
"And which are you?"
I shrugged, "A little bit of everything." I said as I leaned back in my chair, "I was your typical; family killed by vamps, wanted revenge girl, but after I slaughtered the ones who did my family in, I found I had a knack for it."
"You make it sound like your family's death was no big deal."
"I am over it." I really didn't feel like talking about it even if I had brought up the subject. "So what about you, what got you into this?"
"I got a degree in Preternatural Biology and a knack for raising the dead."
The more I talked with this woman, the more fascinating she became to me. It was a pity she was a Necromancer. If she stepped foot in Britain, I would have to kill her and that a sad fact but she was safe in America.
Her beeper went off, the sound made us both jump but she snatched it up and silenced it almost immediately. "Jean-Claude." She muttered, clipping the device back on her belt.
I offered my cell phone. "Need this?"
"Thanks." She said and keyed the number. "You called?" "Someone paid you a visit?" Her eyes caught mine, I leaned over the table, intent on the conversation. "Yes, she's here. Okay." She passed the phone to me, "He wants to talk to you."
I took the phone and set it to my ear, "Helen Grimal here."
"I knew your appearance would be inevitable." His voice was soft and his French accent was distant but like a brush of warm velvet across the back of my neck, "The Grim. You would not hurt ma petite, would you?"
"No I would not." I didn't like the sound of his voice, I didn't like what he was doing to me over the phone. "You know as well as I that I am declawed until otherwise told."
There was the soft sound of laughter over the line, "Well, Helen, that is good. But I know that you do not need a weapon in order to hurt ma petite."
"And you don't have to worry about it, Jean-Claude. I am sure your ma petite can take care of herself." Anita stiffened in her chair, her eyes burrowing into mine.
"True. Ma Petite is a most versatile woman." He sighed lustily, "But that is not why I am calling."
"And why are you calling?" Couldn't get annoyed with him, this was his territory.
"There is someone here who would like to meet you."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Come to the Circus of the Damned and see. Anita will show you where that is." He hung up and I pocketed the phone.
"What was that about?"
I sighed, "Well, it seems that Jean-Claude has someone there who wants to meet me." Could it possibly be someone who I had chased out of the country? I had a lot of enemies and not enough friends. Cold fear gnawed at the base of my spine as I wondered who it was.
"A fan of yours, maybe?"
"Possibly. Lets get out of here."
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We sat in front of the Circus of the Damned. It seemed like an interesting place but went against everything that I had strived to protect. I was angry that these people could so readily embrace the monsters, the things that preyed on them, and it wasn't just your typical Vamp-wannabes but normal families with the kids and the dog and the white picket fence. This was all a fad to them. Some novel idea and to some, a way to attain immortality.
My face must have shown my disgust because Anita smiled and glanced at the neon clowns with vampire teeth, "It's hard to believe just a few years ago, Vampires could be shot on sight."
This was like falling through the rabbit hole. This was just fucking weird is what it was, "It's still going on in my country."
"Must be hard to see this and not be able to do a thing about it."
I nodded and followed her into the building.
Through the building, my disgust built until I was thoroughly agitated and twitching like a horse covered in flies. My teeth felt like they had been grounded into a fine powder as I clenched my jaw to keep from yelling at the audience and asking them what was wrong with them. This was fucking wrong. So fucking very, very wrong. Pulling the long string of silver beads from my pants pocket, I fastened then around my neck and took out two shorter strings of beads for my wrists. "What are those for?" Anita asked, eyeing the bracelets.
"Let's hope you don't find out." I said grimly as we passed through a door that said �Employees only.' Jean-Claude was sitting behind a beautiful black lacquered desk. I ducked my head, not meeting his eyes. "Jean-Claude." I acknowledged, bowing my head.
"Helen." He purred but his eyes were on Anita's. My stomach churned, I wanted to lash out and destroy him because I was so terrified of what he could do to me.
"What's up, Jean-Claude?" Anita asked, meeting his gaze.
"I have a visitor for Helen."
I turned and my gaze followed the clean line of an impeccably dressed man. He was tall and lithe, the body of an runner, not bulky like a boxer or a wrestler. He was dressed in dark grey expensively tailored pants, with a light grey long sleeved dress shirt, no tie, and on his feet were black square-toed dress shoes. His skin which was once a healthy bronze was now something akin to a pale gold and his dark thick hair was tousled and hung over his olive-green eyes. "Euphorion." I hissed his name, causing his sensual lips to pull back in a roguish grin that would have taken my breath away if it didn't show a decent amount of pointy fang.
"Agapao mou, do I not get a kiss? It has been so long." He purred happily, making me curl my lip back in disgust.
"Is your name seriously Euphorion?" Anita asked, breaking the tension between the two of us.
"Oui, ma petite. His name is really Euphorion." Jean-Claude spoke, gliding towards her to stand between the other vampire and Anita.
"Goddamn you Euphorion! Why the hell are you here?" I growled between clenched teeth. It was taking a lot of effort not to tear the man apart, although it would be hard because he was incredibly fast when he wanted to be. Incredibly deadly. Incredibly sexy. It was funny how those to walked hand- in-hand sometimes.
"I have come to help you fight your demons, agapao mou." He purred, his olive green eyes holding mine. I could meet his gaze because he that he couldn't roll my mind. If he did, then I would probably end up tearing apart everything and everyone within a mile's raidius of me. He had seen it before when he had rolled me once, and although I knew Jean-Claude knew of my powers I wasn't willing to risk it.
"Jesus, he's old."
I turned to stare at Anita the same time that Euphorion did. "Don't take the lord's name in vain." I snapped before turning to glare at the dark haired vampire.
"You know how old I am?"
Her hand was on the butt of her gun but Jean-Claude stepped further between the two, a long hand on Anita's, "He is a guest. I have his word that he will not harm anyone and it would not do to coax him into violence, no?"
"How old am I, Anita?" Euphorion purred.
"You're probably around 2500-3000 years old."
He smiled, impressed with her accurate guestimate, "He's 3200 years old." I said, eyeing him auspiciously. I knew that only because he had told me.
"You know that you cannot fight Eris on your own, sweet. I will help you." The dark vampire said happily, his voice was deep and soothing but it didn't sooth me. It did the exact opposite and I wanted to gnash my teeth at him. "Let me do this thing for you, agapao mou." He purred, suddenly in front of me with his strong arms wrapped around my waist.
The feel of his body against mine, the heat that radiated from his skin soaking through the light material of my shirt gave me the shakes. "Euphorion..." I croaked his name, cursing my lack of control and my body's betrayal. My control was slipping and I could feel the energy lapping at my mind like waves breaking on a shore. The threat was real and I knew that he could feel it, just like everyone else in the room could but he knew when my control could break and when he could play with me like I was a toy. I was helpless in his arms and I hated myself for every response he coaxed from my body.
"Let her go, Euphorion or I will put an extra hole in your face." Anita had her gun out and pointed at his temple. His mouth stilled on my flesh, his breath tickled my ear and elicited a small groan to trickle from my lips. "Do it now. Don't think I am bluffing." Her voice was deadly serious.
"Ma petite never bluffs, Euphorion." Jean-Claude said frankly, his hands on her shoulders.
Euphorion pulled away reluctantly, his eyes flashing with the heat of his arousal. "Put the gun away, Anita, I will not hurt her."
"You bastard!" I hissed, slamming my fist into his chest. It was like punching a brick wall, I knew it wouldn't harm in any but it felt good. "You play with fire and you fucking well know it. Did you want to kill us all?" I took a deep breath, my anger was causing my control to slip even more. I knew that I needed to direct the energy somewhere so that it could turn itself off. The surge was too much for me to cut off and so I directed it to Euphorion's chest, slamming him hard against the wall. He was prepared for it and his feet hit the wall, all his strength was spent on keeping himself from being smashed into the wall like a rag doll. His eyes locked on mine and immediately, I felt the power dwindle from my grasp like a faucet being turned off. He slid down the wall and landed on his feet like a cat.
"I suppose I deserved that." He said coolly, yanking out the wrinkles on his shirt.
"Yes you did." My voice was soft and distant as I attempted to gain back the control that I had lost. "Don't ever do that again."
"What the hell was that?" Anita gasped, her weapon still in her hand. I could see the sweat beading on her forehead.
"agapao mou is telekinetic." Euphorion said, his eyes on mine. "That was just a slip of her power, was it not, Helen?"
I nodded, still wrestling internally with the power that was surging through my body. It was feeding off of my anger and sexual arousal, growing so potent that when I opened my eyes colours and sounds were far more vibrant and seemed to move with a life of their own. I gasped and dropped to the ground as another surge hit me in the chest. "Euphorion!" He was the only one I knew that could help me. I needed someone to focus the energy.
Something cold touched me, it seemed to be drinking in the white-hot energy that was coursing through my body. I threw my head back and let the tendril feed on it like a gluttonous leech. It was something akin to sex and wrestling with the power, letting it pass through me was like the equivalent of ten orgasms at once. It was a nice feeling, so good that it was terrifying. Anita gasped and I felt her body buckle under the strain of the power, she dropped to her knees but still kept hold of her gun. The cold tendril of power was coming from her body, the two vampires were standing over us watching intently as we wrestled with it. "Dammit Euphorion, do something!" I hissed between my teeth, glaring up at him.
"It's killing Anita, Euphorion. Turn it off." Jean-Claude snarled, wrapping his arms tightly around Anita's shaking body.
Euphorion's hand brushed against my heaving back, his mind was suddenly there inside of mine. He grabbed the power like it was some attacking beast and with a grunt, he shoved it away from my body and Anita's cold touch. I screamed, not wanting to let it go but knowing if I didn't it would completely destroy me. The scream was echoed by one from Anita, her body arching in Jean-Claude's hands. It was suddenly gone. My ears were ringing and muscles twitched with the lingering affects of the energy. "You bastard". I groaned and let the blackness take over my brain.
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