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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights to the Southern Vampire novels, they are the sole property of Charlaine Harris! I do not make any money from this Fiction!

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Miguel used his keys to unlock the door, reminding me how much he was intertwined with their lives. He came in with Stellen on a leash, pulling him in behind him. Alcide greeted him and went around lighting candles. Miguel wore another black suit and Stellen wore a plain red t-shirt with dress pants. He looked badly beaten; his right eye was swollen shut and his mouth was split. Yet I noticed that the bruise was at least four days old, funny how you become an expert in something when you see them on your body.
Miguel sat next to me with Stellen on the floor. He glanced over at me and then whistled low. His hand came out and caressed my bare thigh. I didn’t move, I knew better. Alcide sat in the recliner, he looked nervous and giddy. “So to what do we owe the pleasure?”
Miguel rubbed his hands together. “Stellen was a very bad boy,” he paused and wrenched on leash hard until his slave cried out.
“Oh?”
“Yes he attempted to escape,” he paused and lit a smoke. “Of course I had his family taken care of,” he smiled down as if at some happy memory. He made Eric and Alcide looked like Santa’s elves.
I looked at his slave from under my lashes. A single tear leaked from his swollen eye. “And here I reward you and let you fuck this hot piece and this is the thanks I get?”
Stellen whimpered as Miguel leaned down and licked his neck. “So tonight you’re going to watch while we fuck her, and then were going to make you suck us all off, how does that sound?” he said addressing Stellen.
“God please no,” he whimpered.
Alcide looked highly aroused. “Where is Eric?”
“He’s at work, he’ll probably be home shortly,” I watched as Miguel withdrew a steel box and when it opened I saw a syringe. He filled it from a glass bottle. The liquid inside was blue.
“Give me your arm,” he commanded of Stellen. He did and I saw him inject the stuff in the crook of his arm.
“What does that stuff do?”
He stowed away the syringe. “Oh that just makes him rock hard,” his eyes cut to me and he smirked. “Not that he needs it with you all dolled up like that,” he was all admiration as he took me in my red teddy.
He saw my feet propped on the edge of the coffee table. “She’s got the littlest feet, how cute.”
Eric came in holding a bottle of Bourbon and I saw his tie was already loosened. He looked tired but then he always did before he got high. He said hi to them and went into the kitchen and came back with a tumbler and sat next to me. He poured some and got the baggie out of the drawer. He spread out like ten lines and did five in a row. He tipped his head back and sighed as it drained through his face.
“How’s the case going?” Alcide asked.
A shadow passed over Eric’s face. “I don’t think even I can win this one.”
He hit his smoke and tipped his glass to his mouth. I had this odd feeling that he wanted to be alone or at least that he didn’t want Miguel there but I knew he was afraid of him. “When is Anton coming back to the states?” Miguel asked him.
Eric shrugged and looked faintly annoyed. “Sometimes he stays there for months.”
Alcide went into the kitchen and made espressos for us all. He’d sugared mine I noticed as I sipped mine. “I want scones,” Miguel said abruptly.
His nephew frowned but still went in and started making them. “What flavor?”
“Strawberry,” he replied while he stroked Stellen’s hair back from his eyes.
“What happened to him?” Eric asked in a bored way as if he was just being polite.
Miguel told him and Eric leaned back and sighed. “Stellen’s not fucking her again,” he said opening his eyes and staring at the man he was afraid of.
Miguel went still with his head bent over the cocaine. “What did you just say?”
Their eyes met. “You heard me,” he said softly.
“You listen to me you little shit,” Miguel said looking beyond furious. “You don’t tell me, I tell you.”
Eric’s eyes turned electric and he went pale and started shaking. I saw fear come over Miguel’s face. “OK fine he won’t fuck her again,” he said holding his hands in a gesture for peace.
“I wasn’t planning on letting him hit that anyway, this trip is about his punishment, not reward,” when he leaned down to do some coke I saw the black gleam of a handgun.
Eric was slowly gaining himself back under control. “I don’t want to share her tonight,” his meaning was clear, he meant he didn’t want to share me with Miguel either.
Miguel snorted a line and lifted his head. His eyes were filled with murder; with blood and shadows. “Alcide your boyfriend has a death wish,” he called out.
Alcide rushed into the kitchen with his apron on and a tiny bit of flour on one cheek. “Why?” he hadn’t been able to hear over the sound of the mixer going.
“He’s saying he won’t let me rape her,” he parted his suit jacket to show his gun.
Alcide was very still in the doorway and slowly he came further into the room. “Eric we need to talk, now,” he took his hand and they went outside to the back porch. Neither one realized that the window of the living room was still open.
“Do you know how many he has sent to their deaths?” Alcide asked urgently.
Miguel stood up and moved in that panther like way towards the window to listen. He bent his head to the screen. “I can answer that,” he said. “Around a thousand,” it felt like ice was in my veins.
Eric came in and his eyes were burning. “You owe me,” Miguel said quietly.
“We paid our debt to you, it’s bad enough that I have to share Alcide with you but I won’t share her, not tonight anyway,” his jaw was tight and I saw a muscle jumping there.
Miguel slammed him against the wall and the puzzle fell so hard that the glass cracked. “Do you love Simon?” he said so softly that I strained to hear.
Alcide’s uncle started choking Eric. “Answer the fucking question.”
Eric’s reply was wheezed. “Yes,” he was released.
“I could have him killed in the next ten minutes,” he paused and straightened his suit. “If my nephew wasn’t so in love with you, you would be dead already,” he turned slowly to me.
“I’m going to teach you a little lesson,” he came and crouched down before me. “I’m going to take this gorgeous teenager off your hands for a few days,” he licked my cheek and when I recoiled he hit me hard across the mouth.
I screamed “Eric please don’t let him take me!”
Miguel stood and turned with a cell phone in his hands. “Kill Simon Northman if I don’t call you in five minutes,” he pushed a button and Eric slid down the wall near the broken frame.
He bowed his head and tears started raining down his face. “You win, don’t scar her,” his eyes found me sitting there and I could see he was lost.
“Would an art thief destroy the Mona Lisa?” he murmured with a cutting smile in my direction.
Alcide came in holding a plate of hot scones and Miguel absently patted his cheek and took a bite of one after blowing it off. “How long before we get her back?” his nephew asked.
The yellow eyed cartel guy leaned against the arm of the couch. “A week at most,” he seemed as if he was remembering something and pulled his phone out. “Don’t kill Simon.”
I could see that every part of Eric wanted to kill the man that was going to kidnap me from my kidnappers but he stayed utterly still, still sitting against the wall. Now it was his brother being threatened, he was like a lion whose claws were being ripped out one by one.
He sat down and did the rest of Eric’s coke. “Put some music on nephew,” I was surprised that he would hang around after a scene like that.
It started playing that scary song from before. I tremble...”
“I’m going to say something’s to you little bitch,” he said staring at Eric.
“I killed your old man for you because you were too much of a pussy to do it yourself,” he paused and Eric looked so destroyed. “He’s nothing but ash in the ocean now and you owe me, one time of fucking this slut doesn’t cancel out your debt.”
He stood and came over to Eric and bent down so that Eric was forced to crane his head up till their eyes met. “Don’t you ever tell me what I can have,” he said softly.
Then he stood and flashed the room’s occupants with a dazzling smile. “Come along slaves,” he paused. “Bring down some clothing for her and some more of these hot teddies,” he said to Alcide.
Alcide looked deep into my eyes and then did as he was ordered. He came back minutes later holding a small suitcase. “I put your toothbrush and hair brush in the outer compartment,” he said to me before kissing my cheek and then as if he couldn’t help himself he hugged me tight.
“Don’t fuck up her face,” Alcide said to his uncle the insane boss and lover of his.
“I won’t, but everything else…” he trailed off and looked excited.
“Eric come and say goodbye to Sookie,” Alcide said turning to the still frozen blonde.
He got to his feet and came towards me and I could see he was fighting tears. He held me close and whispered in my ear. “He will pay for this,” he said very, very quietly.
Miguel didn’t hear and I was glad. “She needs to eat a lot to stay at her weight,” Alcide called out to him as we were going down the front porch.
“That’s fine,” he replied. Then it was just the night stretching all around us and the endless stars glowing like eternal candles that could never be blown out.
Hey everyone! Sophi and Marebare much love to you! Ericschippy I’m so glad you were finally able to review (loved it too). Southernbelle things are going to get really scary in a bit.
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