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A/N: Thank you for the feedback. :) I have a JC/Richard BDSM story. It's long and gooey for all the crazy slash lovers out there. :) look forward to that when I get my ass in gear.
I woke up in a bed of silk sheets. The sheets were the colour of blood and felt soothing against my sensitized skin. I opened my eyes and found a body sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. It was Anita. She was pale and still in a deep sleep. Glancing around the room, I realized that this was the room that was hidden behind a privacy screen in the office at the Circus of the Damned. I was eyeball deep in Monsters.
A young man with beautiful clear blue eyes appeared in the doorway of the room, he was dressed in a black shirt comprised of straps and leather pants that seemed to have been sprayed on. His hair was blond and fell around his face in gentle waves. "Hi."
"Who are you?"
"I am Jason." He smiled softly. "You know what happened?"
"Yeah, do you?"
He nodded, "I am sure the whole country knows what happened. That was your power wasn't it?"
I groaned as I tried to sit up. It felt like something big had tried to pull me apart at the seams. Eventually I sat up, pleased with my accomplishment. "Yes but I think that Anita's power fed off of it. She went into overload."
He nodded again, concern for the sleeping woman reflecting in the bottomless pools of his eyes. "That's what Jean-Claude had said."
"Is it now?"
"Yeah, he and that other guy, Euphor-something."
"Euphorion." I smiled, "It's old-school Greek."
"You could have steamrolled the entire city." He said, still not moving into the room. He was scared of me and rightly so, if he made any quick moves I would have him pinned against the wall.
I nodded, "That's Euphorion's idea of games. He likes to see how far he can push me before I explode."
"That must suck. Not being able to have sex."
I raised an eyebrow, "Who said I can't have sex?"
"Well, I heard from Deena that you have to have complete control over your mind in order to keep it under control. That means no sex, right?"
I shrugged, "Where there is a will, there is a way. I just have to be prepared for it."
"Well, I certainly am not volunteering." he backed away from the door, his hands were palm up in defence, "That's just dangerous."
Grinning, I set my feet on the floor, braving another conquest, "Who asked you anyway?" I pulled myself up but the room spun dangerously and I sank back down in the bed. "What time is it?"
"One in the afternoon."
The vampires were in tucked safely in their coffins and from the sounds of it, the entire Circus had been shut down. It was a nocturnal business, that much was obvious but the lycanthropes and other non-vamp things were still wide awake.
Anita groaned and rolled over, her arm flopped over her face to block out the intruding light that spilled over her eyes. She stiffened and then raised the arm to peer out from underneath it at me. "What happened?"
"The power almost tore you to shreds. I think Jean-Claude might have tried to tear you away from it but it knocked you out." Jason explained.
"I feel like shit." She grumbled and rolled over to sit up.
I sighed, "You and me both."
Figuring that I was still too weak and dizzy from last night, I curled back up in the bed. How many girls can say that got to curl up in a bed of silk sheets? So sue me. "Hmm...silk." I grumbled and nuzzled the soft pillow.
"What happened to the �only good monster is a dead monster' attitude?"
"Oh that has nothing to do with silk sheets." I said, talking into the pillow, "Besides, I am officially declawed, can't touch anyone unless they make a move on me. Now that the entire city knows what I am capable of, I don't think that'll happen any time soon." I said those words like I believed them but when I glanced across the sea of crimson silk, I knew that I hadn't convinced Anita of that at all.
"Yes, you alerted the entire city and I bet ya any money, you also caught the attention of our demon."
"Yeah, yeah." I grumbled, rubbing a fold of silk over my cheek, "Besides, I just kill �em because the boss tells me to." Another lie. I liked killing them. It gave me a sense of security. Albeit, I never believed in that security enough not to be paranoid but it still felt good. Like one less monster in the world to worry about.
She looked at me from the corner of her eye, "Liar."
I shrugged, unwilling to explain more. I lay there, quiet and content but I could feel my stomach starting to gnaw at my ribs. I was hungry. "Hungry." I grumbled, feeling giddy.
Anita had, since then, gotten up and began her daily abolutions. She even had a toothbrush which I immediately was jealous of. I felt like I had a mouth full of fuzzy kittens in it, and my scalp and skin felt heavy with grease. "Eww..." I sighed, rolling out of the bed, "I need to shower."
"No shower." Anita opened the door and behind her was the biggest tub I had ever seen. This was like duck pond sized tub. Impressive. "Only bath." She grunted as she stepped out of the washroom.
"Well, that'll do then." I muttered, running the tub and pouring in some bubble bath that smelled suspiciously of Lavender.
I watched the water and bubbles swirl around in the tub and a noise drew me away. "There's someone here for you." Anita called.
Walking out, there was no danger of the water over flowing the tub, I caught sight of Anita's gun in her hand and rolled my eyes heavenward. "What is it with you Americans, drawing your guns all the time?"
"Don't know...but it seems to keep me alive." She grinned, still not putting the weapon in its holster.
A petite woman stood in the corner of the room, she was around the same size of Anita. Blonde hair and light brown eyes that crinkled at the corner when she smiled. "Deena." I smiled, nodding to her.
She acknowledged me and then held out the bag in her hand, "Master said to give this to you. He said that you might need a change of clothes."
I nodded and walked over, taking the bag from her, "So how are things?"
Deena shrugged, "Fine, I suppose. Euie is driving us all mad since you left. He wants you back, Helen. Bad."
"Well, he's not going to get me back. I don't want anything to do with him."
The woman sighed, "You know he won't give it up."
"He will if I kill him." I said frankly, crossing my arms over my chest.
"The water is running, Helen." Anita warned, she was combing out her hair and watching the conversation with some interest.
I strolled into the washroom and turned off the taps, then came back into the bedroom to see that Deena had taken up a quiet spot beside Jason. "She's lycanthrope, isn't she?" Anita asked softly, but she could have all but yelled it because both of the people on the end of the room could hear her clearly.
I nodded, "Yep, Deena is Euie's beast to call."
"Which is?" Anita eyed the woman as she combed the tangles out of her black curly hair.
"Cats." I called over my shoulder as I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. The bath looked so welcoming, the steam wafting off of the scented water and the soft hiss of bubbles as they popped. I peeled away my dirty sweater and pants, climbing into the water with a loud sigh. Taking a black facecloth from a shelf, I soaked it and laid it over my face.
"Agapao mou, you will look like a prune if you stay there too long." His voice caused me to jump, sloshing water over the lip of the tub and onto the marble tiles. I had fallen asleep again and the water was cooling.
"You scared me." I said stupidly, pulling off the facecloth which had slid off my face and landed on my chest while I slept.
He was leaning against the wall, his hair falling over one eye. His face was a smooth and emotionless mask except for the small smile that curled his lips. He had on a pair of dark red silk pajama bottoms and top. The top was undone and showed a line of naked flesh. His torso was well muscled not as sleek as Jean-Claude's but a little more bulky. There were scars down the front of his body that I knew could be traced across his back. Wounds that he had gotten before he had turned vampire. Battle scars.
"You have been sleeping in there for twenty minutes. Anita is thinks that you might have died."
"I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep to be honest." I didn't care if he saw my naked or not. That was one thing I had a considerable lack of; modesty. I was proud of my body and I worked damn hard to keep it in such shape, I would show it off at any chance. This was like poking a tiger with a stick and expecting it not to attack. It was Euphorion and he was used to taking whatever he wanted if he thought even a second he desired it. Being naked around Euphorion was not a good idea, I supposed and grabbed a towel before standing, mindful of letting the folds droop in the tepid water.
" Agapao mou, there is no need to be modest with me." he purred, his eyes shining with that familiar lust.
I laughed, "With you, yeah there is." I stood and wrapped the fluffy towel around my middle. I stepped out of the bath and my heel slid across the floor. My hands reached out to grab the nearest ledge and that had caused my towel to unfurl. Warm hands caught my arms and righted me but that still didn't solve the fact that I was naked and dripping all over Euphorion. "Let me go, Euie."
"I haven't heard you call me that in a long time, Agapao mou."
The verbal slip caused me to blush. I couldn't believe that I was capable of blushing but it was funny what affects Euphorion always had on me. "It was a slip." I grimaced, "No pun intended."
"I have left my home and travelled thousands of miles to be with you, Agapao mou, and you still do not want me? Is it enough that you have my love that you must take my every waking thought with it?" He mumbled, his hands trailing down my naked arms, eliciting goose bumps.
I pulled away, remembering the water that pooled on the floor, "I never asked for your heart, Euphorion." I had almost killed him last time we had met. It was Deena that had saved me from finishing him off. We had fought furiously and although he did have the upper hand on me, I had exacted the most danger by flinging all of my silver ball bearings at him. He probably toted a few scars from that fight. I know I did.
"I would not have given it to you if you had asked." He was dangerously close, leaning in further by the second. I stepped back into the tub and glared at him, "Why do you fight me so?"
He stepped into the tub with me, pinning me against the wall with his body, "Because you are a monster." I hissed in his face, my anger emboldening me.
Blinking back the shock, I watched him fight the mixture of surprise and anger. He stepped away and I walked passed him, extra careful of the puddles. I scooped up the towel and wrapped it tightly over my body before leaving him standing in the tub.
Anita was gone, so was Jason. "She had something to do with her work." Deena said when she saw me enter.
I nodded, too distracted to acknowledge her. Euphorion had always bothered me. Always pushy and never once did he think of others. What he wanted, Euphorion usually got. He had told me about his life before he became a vampire. He had been the son of warrior King, had grown up with soldiers that had taught him how to fight. He never told me who he met to turn him vampire, but that really didn't matter to me.
"Leave us, Deena." Euphorion stalked towards me, his eyes narrowed and flared green.
Deena left quickly, bowing her head in obeisance.
I watched him stalk towards me like a Greek God of vengeance. His dark skin, the colour of faded bronze was pulled back against the bones of his face, making him seem cadaverous. "You have insulted me for the last time, Agapao mou."
Quickly I embraced my power to slam him against a wall but he was too quick. A hand whipped out, so fast that it blurred and wrapped around my neck. The power was firmly in my grasp, fear had a great affect on me. I lashed out with a tendril of power, slashing the smooth skin of his cheeks. He hissed, a sound too feral to be human. His lips pulled back to show fangs that glinted in the dim light. "You can't bite me, Euphorion! You know what'll happen!" I cried out, struggling futilely against his iron-grip. My power flared as my fear turned into anger.
"I cannot bite you but what would happen if I strangled you to death, Helen?" He snarled.
In a moment of clarity, I kicked out. My knee connected with his groin and he dropped me, doubling over. It was enough to give me a window of opportunity. I slammed him against the wall and pinned him there. "I should flay you for what you just did!" I yelled.
He struggled but despite his great powers, he was only able to lift himself a couple inches off of the wall. I embraced enough of the energy coursing through the room that I felt like my joints were creaking with the strain of holding together. I gritted my teeth with the effort and slammed the power into him. Bones snapped and blood smeared across the walls as he struggled but the movement became less and less as the blood poured out of his ears, eyes and mouth.
"Stop it!" Jean-Claude hissed behind me, standing in the doorway.
I felt the power suddenly disappear and I watched as Euphorion slid down the wall, barely alive. I dropped to my knees, feeling weak, "Keep him away from me." I said raggedly before collapsing on the carpet. My body was numb and my ears rang with over-exertion. The towel had come undone and I lay there, too tired and feeling too feeble for my own good.
Sturdy hands turned me over and I watched as Jean-Claude lifted me up and settled me on the bed, pulling the covers over my body. Euphorion was struggling to sit up but his ribs and pelvis were crushed. I knew that he would be okay, he would be able to heal himself after a few hours. My last thought was hoping he wouldn't take revenge for what I did. I fell asleep again and dreamt of moonlit shores, the Aegean lapping at my feet.
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