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Lover Alone	By : TheReapersMule Category: A through F > Black Dagger Brotherhood Views: 4990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Black Dagger Brotherhood. All characters belong to J.R.Ward. I do not make any profit from this work of FAN FICTION and any resemblance to actual persons liing or dead is purely coincidental.

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OH HERE IS A NEW CHAPTER! After so damn long. Sorry guys. LIFE! But here you go! Thanks for the support!

Vehngence stayed out for eight days. When she finally got around to waking up, she felt V's presence beside her. But the scent around her had changed. Everything had changed. Even though the room was nearly dark and perfectly black, she made out with her sensitive eyes that everything had changed, Everything. She sat up and growled softly under her breath. It smelled clean.
“Fritz couldn't help himself,” Vishous said, lighting up a hand rolled.
“Little fucking douche canoe.” She grunted at V's smile and rolled off the bed. She was uneasy and had to sit back down. With a huff, she got a whiff of herself and scowled. Well, she did suppose she'd been asleep for a while judging by how stiff she was.
“New duds in the closet, Phury's old suds in the bathroom. Get cleaned up. First meal is in twenty minutes.”
“Did I hit your head to hard?” She quirked a brow at him. “Ain't no way in hell I'm adorning that fucking room. PBP.”
“You will make Fritz feel terrible. In turn you'll piss off the King, the entire staff and everyone else. Just get it over with. Not asking you to be all formal and shit. Just come for food. All you can eat pancakes.”
Okay so those actually did sound partially appetizing. She stood and started for the bathroom. “Unless you want a show, I suggest you give me five.”
"I'm on duty. I'll sit on the throne.” He followed her into the bathroom and popped a squat. She shook her head. Usually she hated people seeing her naked, but somehow she felt it was okay with this asshat. And why the hell not? He knew everything there was to know. “You got that right.”
“Did you miss the keep out sign?”
“Not in my house.”
“Permission isn't granted fucktard.”
“That is Sir to you.” He growled under his breath, staring at her from the upper edge of his glasses.
“Suck a dick.” she disrobed and started the shower. When it was to her desired temperature, she slipped in behind the curtain and groaned. “If I never have to be thankful again, I will always remind myself of a hot shower.” There was a grunt in response. “Can the room be put back the way it was?”
“Shits been burned, donated, tossed.”
“Fucker.” When she was sure she was clean, she turned off the water, rung out her hair and stepped out of the shower. While she air dried, not even the slightest bit worried about covering herself up at the time, she braided her hair tight. When she was finished, she left the bathroom and headed for the closet. Vishous was hot on her heels. Goodie.
The closet was full of feminine clothes. Clothes that smelled so new it burned the small hairs in her nose. Shaking her head, she looked through the dresses, pants, shirts, all with designer labels until she finally found something that had been forgotten. A sweater. Cashmire. Definately belonged to the old occupant. With a mildly excited little noise, she grabbed some jeans, ripped the tags off and rooted around for a bra.
“Dresser.” She nodded and didn't bother asking how the doggen knew her sizes. Xhex was there and she was more comfortable even in sleep with the sympath so she would have stayed asleep for measurements. Not that she really had a choice in the matter. She had been so comfortable, so full and so fucking tired. Once dressed, Vehngence looked at herself and nodded, then pulled the sweater over herself. It was so much bigger than she was. That made her slightly happy.
“I can hear the Fifth playing in my skull right now,” she muttered as she walked towards the door.
“I know.” He put out his cigg and proceeded her through the door, then closed it behind her. He walked next to her through the halls and straight down the to the lavish dining hall. When they entered, Jane stood and walked over to her hellren. Vishous kissed her softly before he walked to his seat next to her at the table. Vehngence just scuffed her bare foot a second before a chair was slid out for her. She looked up to see a male with enough metal in his face to set of every detector in JFK. Comfortable. She walked over and sat down, allowing him to push in her chair.
“Welcome,” the guy said. “I'm Lassiter.” She nodded at him and kept her eyes firmly on the table in front of her. When a plate found it's way in front of her face she inhaled and her eyes twinkled. Pancakes. Maple syrup. Eggs cooked to perfection. Crisp bacon. Fruit in the center of the table. Homemade biscuits. There was gravy somewhere.
“Thank the Scribe Virgin for our blessed bounty. Now eat.” Wrath started eating his food after it had been tasted and everyone started eating after him. Vehngence wanted to puke a little bit. The formalities made her sick to her stomach. The loyalty gave her a headache. The command itself made her want to gouge out her eyes.
But the pancakes. Oh gods the pancakes. Melt in your mouth, crisp edges, milky delicious molten fluff. It took a minute for her to register that it was completely silent at the table. The fork was in her mouth, her plate completely demolished and everyone was staring at her. Lassiter cleared his throat and chuckled at her.
“If pancakes can get that kind of reaction, and sounds like that, I'm liking the imagery other situations migh- OW! HEY YOU LITTLE FUCKER!” Vehngence watched as Lassiter tossed back the flying biscuit that met his face. It landed against Hollywood.
“Oh no you didn't!” Hollywood flung another biscuit. Eyes turned to the two of them instead of her. Suddenly, food started flying everywhere. There was laughter, cursing, people getting slapped and chairs falling to the floor.
Vehngence just sat there, watching everything as it happened in slow motion. Jelly went flying off an ornate spoon, the syrup container spilled, covering at least three people with it's delicious Canadian contents. Everyone was so caught up with what was happening. Even Xhex and Rehvenge. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds, took in the smells. Then, without a word and barely any movement, she slipped away from the table while everyone was distracted and headed out of the dining hall.
“Hey. Wait up short stack.” It was Lassiter. She paused and turned to look up at him. He was handsome. Polite. “You wanna watch some tv?”
“No thank you.”
“How about some pool?”
“I don't play.”
“Okay well, how about some company?” He gave her a straw. She munched on the thought for a moment before nodding. “Good. I didn't want to have to be a pest and follow you around like a lost puppy.” She shook her head and walked away with him.
“Oh dear...” Fritz said as he stood in the aftermath of the food fight. Everyone was covered. As were the floors, the chairs, the table. Even George had been pelted by a stray bit of bacon, not that he minded.
“I'm sorry Fritz!” yelled Hollywood. There were mumbled apologies from everyone else followed by more laughter as they hurried away from the table to take showers.
“I saw what you did there,” Rehvenge said to Rhage as they left the hall. “Thank you.”
“Dunno what you're talking about man.” Rhage looked at him for a second then heeded Mary's tugs at his arm. They left and headed up the stairs to get clean.
“What happened?” Ehlena said as she came up beside Rev.
“Nothing. Come, we should see ourselves deslicked.”
An hour later, the Brothers on duty left the house and the others just lounged about, not doing anything. Along with Butch and Zsadist, Blay and John were off, and by default so was Qhuinn. Wrath was walking around with George and Beth when they dropped by the tv room.
“My King,” they muttered and bowed. She didn't even stand up. In fact, she was leaning against the back wall staring at everyone, making sure they stayed away from her. Lassiter was in the chair next to her, yelling at the tv. Apparently the show was called “Real Housewives” and he was pissed that someone had made a mistake? She didn't know, television wasn't really her gig. When Wrath and Beth sat down next to her, she took an unconscious step away from them.
“How you feeling?” He asked her quietly, not interrupting the rest of them.
Fine.
“Don't be rude,” he gruffed at her. Beth looked over and smiled in her direction.
“Ignore him, he can be absolutely insufferable sometimes.” Wrath scoffed at his shellen and petted George.
“The only love I need.” Beth cocked him in the arm and giggled. Wrath's face softened and he smiled at her. “Who are you?” he asked Vehngence. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the wall. Here, in front of his most beloved, he would dare asking her something so personal. Why? Because there was a gentleness coming from the female that even she couldn't ignore. The room was softer, the air quiet. Nothing was amok. No one was on edge.
“I was a daughter. A sister. Devoted shellen.” she opened her eyes to stare at the floor. “I would have been a devoted and caring mother.” The tears stung the backs of her eyes and the pain of the memories made her skull feel like it was cracking. “I am nothing, no one. I mean nothing. My existence is a curse in itself.”
“Then why have you not ended it?”
“Because I wish to see them when I finally die.”
“And she will not let you.”
“Aye.” Beth excused herself, taking George with her. “That deliciously evil, pale creature who deigns herself our allmother refuses to allow me the peace of eternal sleep.”
“Why?”
“Because I am to bring the race back from destruction.” She turned to look at Wrath who had turned his face in her direction. “I am the final Guardian.”
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