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Plum Hairy.
Chapter 2: Cerberus.
Also, the idea of burning down crack houses is not entirely my idea. I kinda borrowed it from Janet Evanovich but obviously changed the not so great scene after they get home! lol. (There should have been way more smut in it!) lolz.
I woke up the next morning with Diesel sprawled out on top of me. “Wake up!” I yelled. “You’re squashing me!”
“Hunh? Oh.” He rolled off.
“Look, I’ve got to go to work. I have and FTA I need to catch. Carlos Brown. He’s a dope dealer living on Cherry Street.”
“Hmm... I’ll come with you. Dope dealers can be nasty.”
I grabbed my bad and keys and we jumped in my dark blue Ford Fairmont and headed for Cherry Street. “This guy got busted selling dope to a bunch of kids then claimed he didn’t know they were still in high school and skipped his court date. He’s holed up at home and so far I haven’t been able to get him out.”
“I might be able to help with that.”
I parked outside Brown’s house and we knocked on the door.
“Go away!”
“Open the door Carlos! You have to go to court!”
“Well I ain’t goin’ and you can’t make me!”
I sighed and looked at Diesel. “You can still kick the door down right?”
“Yeah.” He put his boot to it and shoved and the door popped open. Carlos Brown was skinny, white and balding; he had thin brown hair and was in his mid-thirties. He’d been busted for dealing before.
Brown was standing in the kitchen, wielding a baseball bat and he had a joint in his mouth. I pulled out my stun gun and made a lunge for him as he swung his bat, smashing a glass bong off the counter. I lunged again and took out his leg and his bat connected with a pot plant sitting on the bench. “Shit!” Brown yelled, as we heard sirens coming down the road. He bolted, dropping his joint as he ran and the plant on the floor caught fire. I felt Diesel pushing me out the back as the sirens drew nearer.
There was a whoosh! And then; Whoomph! The whole house was on fire. Me, Brown and Diesel stood on the sidewalk, staring at the burning house in shock, horror and dismay. “Shit!” Brown said and he tried to run off. Diesel grabbed him and cuffed him, then said; “So what do we do with him now?”
“Uhm...” My brain was starting to go fuzzy and I giggled. “I don’t know...” Just then Morelli turned up.
“Shit! I knew it. Steph, are you okay?” I giggled some more and shrugged. I was starting to feel really weird and lightheaded. Part of me knew it was just the dope-filled smoke talking like the last time this had happened to me, but the other part didn’t really care. “Shit!” He looked at Diesel. “I’ll take the FTA and get him processed for her, just get her out of here, fast!”
Diesel nodded, handed Brown over to him and threw me over his shoulder, depositing me in my car. I giggled some more and said; “Y’know, I have a really crappy car!”
Diesel shook his head. “Honey, you’re as high as a kite.”
“Yeah... I know! I just feel kinda happy right now and you smell sooo good!”
Diesel grinned and pulled into the lot. “I’ve gotta get you upstairs before somebody sees you!” He threw me over his shoulder again and I sniffed his neck.
“Mmm... You smell like cookies and Christmas...” I burst out laughing again and Diesel unlocked the apartment and dropped me on the bed, but I still had my arms around his neck and I pulled him over, on top of me. I was still giggling. “You feel really good on top of me... and you’re a really great kisser... and you look really hot when you’re naked...”
Diesel leaned down and whispered in my ear; “You’re really honest when you’re stoned... I might just take advantage of it, seeing as that’s what I do...” He looked at me questioningly. “Do you want me to take advantage?”
My mouth operated before my rather slow and addled brain could stop it. “Yes! Because then I have an excuse to sleep with you so I don’t feel guilty about it later!”
“Hmm, good enough for me.”
I suddenly remembered being in a similar position with Ranger once before, but unlike Diesel, Ranger didn’t take advantage.
Diesel pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor and this time I couldn’t stop myself staring. It was the closest I’d ever seen him shirtless and the view was even better up close. Diesel grinned and I realised I was unconsciously running my hands down his chest, the hard muscles hot under my palms. I also realised that Diesel had somehow removed my shirt. “How did you do that?” I asked, puzzled.
“Does it matter?”
“No, not really... just curious... Oh!” I stopped caring then, because Diesel reached down and stroked a hand over my breast. I think I moaned. Diesel bent down and kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth and this time I definitely moaned.
Diesel seemed to radiate heat and it started pooling down south, as one of his hands moved lower and slipped down the waistband of my jeans. Oh, Shit! I wasn’t usually a moaner when it came to sex. I found it distracting... but now I found myself doing it unconsciously. Diesel nibbled on my ear and slipped his finger inside of me and I almost screamed, it felt that good!
“Jesus! If you yell any louder even the deaf people in this building will hear you...” Diesel murmured against my ear but he didn’t stop what he was doing... I felt his finger move against my g-spot and I swear I orgasmed right there!
“Sheeeit! You’re good at that!”
Diesel grinned. “I know... and if you think it’s good when I French you, you should see what I can do with my tongue elsewhere...”
Oh, shit! I was screwed! I knew I was screwed. Absolutely, totally and utterly screwed! And suddenly Diesel had my pants off, sliding down the bed between my legs and I suddenly thought I’d died and gone to heaven... “Oh! My! God!” I gasped, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pushing him down further. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!”
Diesels tongue was, quite frankly, bloody amazing! Diesel slid back up the bed, his own pants mysteriously gone and said; “It gets better...”
Yesterday I’d been trying not to look too hard at Diesels equipment but now I really couldn’t help myself. “My god! You’re huge! Are you sure that’s gonna fit?”
“Trust me. I’m good at making things fit...”
I didn’t doubt him. Diesel pulled my legs up, over his shoulders and slid forward, pushing in, swiftly. I screamed. This time I really did and Diesel shoved his tongue in my mouth to stifle it. He felt terrific! More than terrific... he was freakin’ amazing! And I’d had some pretty good sex before this...
Diesel started to move and the Earth dropped out from under me. He literally radiated heat from every part and everywhere he touched went tingly. “Oh, shit! Diesel! Fuck!” I felt him twitch inside me and he let out a loud groan, as I felt him cum inside me and that was it. I swear I didn’t care if the whole building of seniors heard me, because I had the best damned orgasm ever!
Diesel slid out of me and kissed my throat, lightly. I still had my hands in his hair and my legs were curled over his back. My eyes were glazed over and my mouth was hanging open. I was beginning to think my heart-rate might never slow down!
“Are you still breathing?” Diesel asked, smiling.
“Yeah... Give me a minute... or ten...”
He flopped down beside me, holding me close, his breath tickling my neck. I was about to fall asleep, still floating happily on my cloud of blissful euphoria when the phone rang... “Shit!”
“It’s Connie. She says your paycheque’s ready.”
I groaned and rolled over. “I don’t want to move yet...”
“Then don’t. Are you still stoned?”
“I don’t think so... But I feel like I could be...”
Diesel grinned. “Yeah, I have that effect on women.”
I rolled my eyes at him. He smiled and rolled off the bed. “C’mon sweet thing, we better go get your paycheque... you have no food in the house.”
I got up and started hunting for clothes, finding Diesels sweatshirt, my pants, bra... no t-shirt. “Hey! Where’s my shirt?”
Diesel grinned and held it up. “You look better without it. I did another eye roll and tried to grab it. Diesel jumped out of my reach.
“You keep doing those eye rolls and you’re going to shake something lose in there.”
I rolled them again. I couldn’t help it. “Can I have my shirt back now?”
“If you ask nicely.”
I sighed. “Please?”
Diesel grinned some more and handed it to me. “I still think you look better without it...”
“Ugh! Diesel!” I grabbed my bag and keys and we hopped in my Ford. Diesel was driving. “I hate the way you insist on driving!”
“It’s a man thing.”
I rolled my eyes yet again. “Sheesh!” We parked and strode into the office and Diesel plonked on the couch, still grinning. Lula piped up when she saw me.
“Uh oh!”
“What?”
“Last time I seen you this happy you was jus’ finished boinking Morelli...”
Connie grinned at me from behind her desk and said; “You got some.”
“How do you know?”
“You’re not tense.”
“Oh...”
They both glanced over at Diesel grinning on the couch, pretending to stare at the ceiling. “Uh uh, no way! You didn’t!?” Lula asked, astonished. “Did you?”
I couldn’t fight the goddamned grin that forced its way onto my face and stayed there. Stupid Diesel and his stupid grinning!
Connie fought back a laugh. “She did! So, how was it?”
I glanced at Diesel still watching the ceiling and sighed. “It was, uhm... intense.”
“Huh? What you mean by that?” Lula asked.
“Everything went tingly... and hot. Real hot. I think he actually generates heat.”
Lula was staring open mouthed and Connie was still grinning. “So it was good then?”
“Yeah... Better than good...” I could feel Diesel smirking behind my back so I lowered my voice. “Actually... he’s freakin’ amazing...”
This time Connie did laugh and they both eyes Diesel wonderingly. “Boy, I wish I could have suma that, but I’m jus’ worried I might get heatstroke an’ die or sumthin’...”
“I almost did.”
“So,” Connie said. “I heard from Ranger that you burnt down another dope dealer’s house and got higher than a kite and Diesel had to carry you home?”
Damn! “Yeah... It wasn’t my fault... He dropped his joint when he heard the sirens and took off and everything sort of just, went up from there. I still feel high.”
“I don’ think that’s the dope girlfriend. I think that’s Diesel.”
I thought she was probably right. I glanced over while Connie got my cheque. Diesel was trying hard not to laugh. “Well, I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow...” and I walked out.
Diesel was still grinning like an idiot when we hopped in the car. “They were staring at my ass as we left.”
“Yeah, I know.” We walked out into the street.
“So, I’m freakin’ amazing, huh?”
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”
“I know. I have good ears.”
I think I blushed. “So, are you looking for someone, or is this just a social visit?”
“I’m always looking for someone. Problem is, I can’t find him.”
“Let me guess; you can’t find him ‘cos your powers aren’t working?”
“Yeah, that’s about the size of it.”
“Well, maybe you can find him the normal way.”
“How do you find people?”
“Usually? Sheer dumb luck and persistence.”
“Man. That sucks.”
“Yeah, I know. It sucketh. What have you got so far?”
“So far? Well, apparently I’m not the only one who can pull the plug on people’s power - I didn’t know he could do it until he did... and now he’s disappeared like smoke in the wind.”
“Damn. Who’s the guy?”
“His name’s Cirus Stone, but he calls himself Cerberus.”
“He sounds mean.”
“He is.”
“So, now that you’re all powerless, how were you planning to catch him?”
Diesel looked suddenly uncomfortable and mumbled under his breath.
“What?”
“Bait.”
“What!? No! Nah ah! No way! I am not being bait! Last time I was bait I almost got raped by a guy who wanted to use me as a lab experiment!”
“I promise that won’t happen this time.”
“You said that last time!”
“I know, but this time I mean it. No rape, I promise.”
“No zapping? No rashes? And no lightening right?”
“Nope. None of that.”
“Well, what then?”
Diesel sighed. “Teeth. Sharp ones.”
“Huh?”
“Remember how I told you werewolves don’t exist?”
“Yeah.”
“I might have been slightly wrong.”
“How wrong?”
“Well, the full moon thing is bullshit and he doesn’t exactly change as such... you remember Sasquatch?”
“Yeah, he shot at me. Although I did kind of steal his truck...”
“Yeah, well, it’s kind of like that, only he bites. Badly.”
“What happens when he bites you?”
“You get excessively hairy and get rabies, or a variation-thereupon.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, unfortunately. Although you go kind of mad and slightly evil before you die and also get kind of prone to following his orders until you do. I think it’s sort of like hypnosis but I can’t be sure... It’s messy and hard to control.”
“So, did he bite you?”
“Yeah. I think he was trying to turn me, but instead I lost my powers... I think I’d die if he got me again, maybe... I don’t want to find out.”
“So how do you get your powers back?”
“I don’t know. I think I have to catch him first. I think he knows he screwed up and will come back to find me, but I don’t want to get too close until I know exactly what I’m dealing with. That’s where you come in. Usually he lures people away somewhere to bite them. Takes them to dinner, sweet talks them and then takes them for a walk in the park...”
“And if he does manage to bite me?”
“I’ll be nearby. Rabies and similar diseases are treatable in humans if you catch it soon enough. Oh, yeah, and after you die, you sort of come back as a scary looking wolf-thing. Don’t ask me how it works, I don’t know, it just happens.”
“Eeewww...”
“Yeah, and then I’d have to kill you.”
“That would suck.”
“Yeah. I don’t want to kill you. I like you.”
I could tell he meant it, so I leaned over and gave him a hug. “Thanks. I kinda like you too.”
He kissed the top of my head. “I know.”
We pulled into my apartment and trudged up the stairs. Diesel went rigid at the door. “Shit!”
“What?”
The door to my apartment opened from the inside and a man reached out and pulled me in, slamming the door before Diesel could get inside. I heard him swear vehemently from the hallway.
“If you try to kick the door down, I’ll kill her.” A rough, gravelly voice warned and Diesel swore again. The guy was about six and a half feet tall, rangy but strong, long grey hair. His eyes were a feral yellow in colour and he was extremely hairy. I was like a covering of dark grey-black fur. He had a set of scars running diagonally across his face that looked like claw marks and he smelt like rotten meat. “If you scream, I’ll break your neck, understand?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now we’re going to walk to your car and Diesel isn’t going to follow us.” I nodded. I really liked my neck un-broken. Cerberus unlocked the door and pulled me out by my wrist. It felt like he might break it without even trying. Diesel was still in the hallway, looking murderous and kind of scared at the same time.
“If you follow, I’ll break something...”
Diesel didn’t speak.
“Get in the apartment and stay there until I call you. If you don’t answer...”
“I know.” Diesel gave a pained, helpless look and locked himself in my apartment.
“And Diesel... No cops. If you have anyone try and follow us, your girlfriend will know about it...”
“I’m not his girlfriend!” I yelled, without thinking about it.
Cerberus smiled, showing a lot of pointed, yellowing teeth. “You’re close enough.” We walked down to my car, my heart pounding in my chest, my throat constricted. He opened my car. “Drive.”
“Where to?”
“Just drive. I’ll tell you where to turn.” I drove through Trenton and he directed me to the turnpike and eventually an exit I’d never used. “Now keep driving ‘til the pavement ends.”
We drove about ten miles and my phone rang. I looked at Cerberus. “If I don’t answer it, whoever it is will call the cops eventually.”
“Answer it and act normal. Tell them you’re on vacation.”
“Okay.” I picked up the phone. “Hello?” It was my mother.
“Stephanie! You have got to get over here! Your Grandmother’s driving me crazy! She’s already booked a hall, the caterers, the flowers and ordered a cake! You have to stop her!”
“I can’t mom, sorry. Me and Diesel are in Atlantic City for a while... Y’know, taking a vacation and all...”
“What!? Since When!? You never told me about it!”
“It was kinda one of those unplanned things. Call Joe and tell him I’m okay.”
She sighed. “Okay... But you had better talk to your Grandmother as soon as you get back. You haven’t eloped, have you?”
“No! We haven’t eloped!”
“Good! Your Grandmother would be unbearable!”
“Okay, I’ll talk to her. Gotta go... bye mom.” I hung up.
Cerberus was smiling crookedly. “That was amusing. What did she mean when she asked if you eloped?”
I sighed. “My family thinks I’m marrying Diesel because we pretended to get married and switched out for my sister and her fiancé Albert and now Valerie thinks we’re actually still getting married.”
“What about your Grandmother?” He was definitely amused.
“Apparently she’s already hired a hall, flowers, caterers a cake and she’s looking at dresses! It’s a nightmare! And my current on-again-off-again boyfriend has no idea! Just shoot me, it’ll be easier!”
“I don’t want to kill you yet... I still need you. And shooting’s not my style.”
“What is your style?”
He bared his teeth in a demonic grin. “I like to go for the throat...”
I shivered. “Eeewww... I don’t like the sound of that. Maybe you could kill me some other way that’s less painful if I promise to behave?”
“I might think about it.” He grinned again. Those teeth were starting to give me the creeps.
“Y’know, you’re exactly what I would expect a werewolf to look like.”
He laughed at that. “Diesel told you I was a werewolf?”
“Yeah... Well, he said you were kind of a werewolf but the whole full moon thing was bullshit.”
He smiled. “It is. But the biting isn’t.”
“Yeah, he mentioned that. Do you really have rabies? ‘Cos I don’t so much mind the biting thing as the, going mad and dying thing.”
“Yeah. I’m a carrier. And it’s a bit more than just rabies.”
“That sucks.”
“It does for you.”
Yikes!
“Turn off at this dirt road.”
“I hate dirt.” I turned off anyway.
“There’s a shack about two miles from here through the trees. Park there.”
“Are we staying there?”
“No. We’re going underground.”
I really didn’t like the sound of that. “I should mention; I’m claustrophobic.”
“It’s not cramped... Well, not once you get out of the tunnels.”
“The tunnels could be a problem.”
“I could drag you through unconscious...”
“I’ll walk.”
“Good. It’s easier.”
I saw the shack and parked in front of it. “How far are we walking?”
“We’re not. I’m running.”
That sounded bad. “See, here’s the thing; I can’t run. At all...”
“You don’t have to. Just close your eyes and hang on for dear life.” He grinned again. “I’ll be very annoyed if I have to stop and come back and get you if you fall off.” Cerberus grabbed me and threw me over his large shoulders, holding me in one arm.
“You’re not gonna crash me are you?”
“As long as you don’t puke on me.”
I grimaced. “I’ll try not to.”
He took off running through the woods and I gasped and squeezed my eyes shut. Too fast for me. This guy was definitely not human! About five or ten minutes later and stopped, and I opened my eyes to the mouth of a small cave.
“Now you crawl. And you’re going first.”
Eep! I got down on my hands and knees and started into the tunnel. It was pitch black. “I can’t see.” I complained.
“You don’t need to, just move.”
I was crawling through blind darkness and had no idea where I was going. An indeterminable amount of time later, I felt Cerberus push my shoulder. “Go right.”
I crawled to the right and what I supposed was a few minutes later, the tunnel widened to a large, oval-shaped den. There were more tunnels coming off it and I could hear snarling and growling coming up from them. I didn’t want to think about what was making the sounds. Cerberus led me through a longer tunnel and this time I could stand upright. Yay! He unlocked a bared door and shoved me in.
“Now call Diesel.” He threw me a cell phone. Not mine.
I dialled my home number and Diesel picked up on the first ring. “Hello?” He sounded frantic.
“Diesel?”
“Oh, shit! Thank fuck! Yeah. Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Good. Stay that way. I’m running out of Pepto-Bismol. Give the phone to Cerberus, I want to talk to him.”
“Okay.” I reluctantly handed him the phone.
“Diesel. You know what I want. You have ‘til midday tomorrow. I’ll see you at the shack in the woods. You know where it is.” Diesel said something on the other end. “If you’re not there, I’ll break her arm... or both of them.” He hung up. Damn! I’d really wanted to talk to Diesel some more. Hell! Right about now I wouldn’t even have minded if all he’d been doing was being annoying and flirting with me... I liked hearing his voice. It made me feel better.
Cerberus shut the door and locked it. “There are blankets there on the floor. You can crap wherever you want. I had no time to dig a toilet.”
“Eeeewww. Can I at least have a bucket?”
“Maybe. If you behave.”
“Okay. I’m also kinda hungry.”
“I’ll feed you later. I have to go somewhere.” He walked off and five minutes later another hairy guy, shorter, with brown hair and the same yellow eyes stopped outside my cell.
“I’m supposed to make sure you don’t try to escape.”
“You’ll turn around when I pee though, right? I can’t do that if you’re watching. It’s a human thing.”
“I think it’s a human girl thing.” They guy grinned strangely.
“Yeah, you’re probably right, but still.” He grinned some more.
I sat down on the floor with my back to the wall, thinking. Okay, so I had to admit, I’d been kidnapped by worse people. At least no one had tried to rape me or stab me, shoot me, burn me or zap me unconscious yet. That had to be a good thing, right? I called out to the guy guarding me cell. “Hey!”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to sleep for a while. Wake me up if Cerberus needs to threaten me or anything.”
The guy grinned again. “Yeah, righto.”
I pulled the blankets round myself and curled up in a ball, falling into an uneasy sleep...

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