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Chapter 1
2009.10.10. 17:51
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Note: Because I have some free time without learning, I thought it’d be nice to continue my “Strange Affection” fanfiction. So if you start to read this one, I’d advice you to read the first part of the story, cuz you won’t understand too much from this. :D Well yes, this time we switched to 3rd person singular and I had my reasons to do so – first detachment, secondly to picture the changes the characters went through in the past few years. I hope you’ll like the sequel too!
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is pure FICTION and was written just for my (and my readers’) amusement!
Started: Szeged, 13/09/2007
Strange Affection
- The Sequel -
1.
The morning news was on the TV in the half-lit room. The woman’s voice was barely audible, just the flashes of the images gave some light in the room, which’s white walls turned into red and yellow from the change of the picture. An enormous fire raged on the crime scene. Dave leant forward and was listening to the reporter’s whisper-like voice, which he could hear perfectly. The television’s low purring nearly melted into the room’s silence – just Jennifer’s quiet breathing broke it. Her husband was staring forward with messy hair, his face didn’t show anything from his stirred up emotions, which started to move from the pictures he saw.
The reporter – next to the usual sentences by fire cases – mentioned some strange things too, like that the fire had no focal point and the flames shaped a strange figure. They didn’t know anything about its origin and because of this they thought that maybe some kind of extreme sect had started the fire. In addition the fire’s smoke wasn’t the usual grey or black, it rather gleamed in a gold colour over the orange flames. People were standing confused in front of the respectable house, which was in the property of a noted lawyer family.
But Dave knew. He recognized the features of the smoke and the figure. He knew who did this and he even suspected why… It was likely that the owners weren’t simple lawyers. The house was already past, because just a few black lumbers and bricks had left from it. If he wasn’t mistaken, it had been a vampire-nest or a safe-house. Or a smaller clan’s house. He rubbed his stubbles on his chin deep in thoughts while he was thinking about a certain person and the destruction’s possible causes.
‘Elizabeth… Finally you pushed through? Why did you have to do such a scenic havoc after all these years? Why did you come back now?’ he asked himself. He switched off the TV and stood up, leaving the room with his silent steps with his cell in his hand. He wanted to call some of his connections in London.
***
The sounds of an uneasy breathing broke the dark room’s silence when the main door closed after the comer with a heavy crack and the countless locks – magical and mechanic ones as well – activated immediately and the strong door grimly locked out every intruder with the outside world as well. Faint light flared up when the woman lit a few candles with a single wave of her hand. She started getting rid off her scorched clothes with a tired and painful expression and when she was finally standing naked next to the couch, she carefully examined her injuries in the full-length mirror, which filled nearly the half of a wall. There was a badly burnt wound right under her breast playing in harsh red and black and there were other smaller bruises on her arms, thighs and on other parts of her body. She had a rough night and worked hard for the vampires’ death. The person who hired her forgot to mention that very important information that the targeted house was full of vampires who could use magic as well.
She sighed from the sight, but she got used to injuries. A few thin scars from her previous jobs already broke her pale skin’s perfection. She carefully pushed the edge of her wound then he put his other hand over it and started murmuring a spell. The injury began to burn painfully, but the blue fire coming from her palm was already healing it.
“Do you need something, Elizabeth?” her one and only employee and friend stepped into the room. His name was Thomas and he was a young and tall vampire. Liz saved him a few years ago – not much later than coming back to England. A few angry vampires wanted to finish him off. They were from the same clan, which once wanted to catch Liz too. Since then the young man always helped her if she needed it and it didn’t matter what she asked from him. The dark eyes quickly eyed the naked woman, but none of them felt embarrassed because she had no clothes on.
“No, thanks, I’m okay, Tom… although… I’d be grateful for some food” she turned her head towards him while she continued the spell over the nicely healing wound. But she knew that she won’t be able to make it fully disappear.
“As you wish” the boy smiled. He still had nearly every human feature he had when he was alive. Maybe this was the reason why Liz tolerated Tom’s presence. He was already on his way out of the room when she called after him.
“Wait a minute…”
“Yes?”
“I need some.”
“Again?” he asked, but he didn’t sound bored or resigned, he was rather serious and worried.
“Yes” she nodded, closing her gold-brown eyes for a moment.
Thomas nodded barely noticeable then after a little worried sigh he walked to her. He looked all way long into her eyes, but despite this he saw every details of the naked body, which turned towards him. He swallowed unnoticeably then stopped in front of Liz. She held out her hand and the sharp knife from the table appeared on her palm. Tom turned his head obediently onto the side and his face showed nothing from the little pain when she cut his neck. Then he closed his eyes when he felt the naked body pressing against his and the hot tongue on the skin of his neck. His dark and sinful blood drops awoke a nice tingling and hunger in the pretty woman. He put his strong arms around Liz unwillingly and pulled the woman sticking to his neck even closer.
Liz felt the dark blood running down her throat, filling her up with power and a nice breeze awoke in the room which embraced both of them. Her smaller cuts healed right away from it then after she licked along the vampire’s neck a few times she left the wound and raised her glowing gold eyes onto Thomas’ face, who was on the edge of ecstasy. The boy looked back at her with desire in his eyes, his gaze wandered down on her body, stopping by the hard nipples’ sight and another longing pain shot through his groin.
“Liz…” he moaned faintly, but she sealed his lips with one of her long index-fingers then she pressed her still bloody lips to the man’s mouth for a short and gentle kiss.
“Thank you, Thomas… You know how helpful you were.”
“I know, but Liz…”
“Tomorrow night, okay? I’m very tired now – barely standing here.”
“Alright…” he sighed a bit resignedly then playfully stroked along her nice butt. He let her go and headed for the door “I’ll serve your dinner in a few minutes. Take a bath until then – you stink from smoke…” he winked back from the door before disappearing. She laughed and shook her head.
As she looked back into the mirror, the smile faded away immediately. The golden irises were glowing more than usual – just like after every time she tasted blood – especially vampire blood…
***
Dave hasn’t wasted his time – after arranging a few phone calls he tried to close his businesses in New York so he could catch a flight. It was quite a while since the last time he was in London, but he always feels a nice tingling inside of him when he steps onto his native soil. He inhaled the fresh early autumn air and put his shades on so that the faint sunlight couldn’t hurt his eyes. He grabbed his bag and flagged down a taxi. While he watched the familiar streets he was thinking about his wife and kids. They have already started their own lives during the years – except Rosie, who was still in high school. Then his thoughts came back to the original cause of his arrival… finding Elizabeth…
***
The spectacled man behind the broad antique table studied some old notes and books, which were dealing with vampires and the other children of the night, when one of his notes suddenly blazed up. He exclaimed surprised and jumped up to rake out the fire with a heavy leather-covered book. When he looked up, his heart jumped too, because he saw a furious beauty on the other side of the table, whose golden gaze glued him to that spot. Anger was radiating from the woman.
“Miss Townsend, how… Can I help you?” he asked a bit awfully, but then he cleared his throat and straightened his back, bracing himself up.
“You really don’t know, Jefferson?!” the brunette hissed.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play the fool! I know you saw the news! Yesterday I nearly died there, because you forgot to mention that ‘small’ fact that the targets used magic too! Can you explain this to me?” she leant over the table, propping herself on her hands.
“Please, Miss Townsend… I’ve told you everything I knew…”
“You think I’m stupid, Jefferson? I know that you’re just a puppet, a broker! Tell me who your master is! I want to meet him! I want to know why he’d held back such important information! I want to know what his purpose was with this, or I’d have to think that it was a planned homicidal attempt – with me as the target…” she leant even closer. Her eyes were glowing in gold, giving a scary expression for Liz. Another flame appeared on her palm.
“Miss Townsend… I’m not allowed to…”
“I don’t care! I want to meet him! As soon as possible! Tell him! I don’t care how you do it!”
“I don’t think you know what you’re asking from me” he said suddenly serious. The man looked like someone in his late thirties. “Usually my Master never names his reasons.”
Liz didn’t give a damn about that the man turned ice-cold. She reached over the table and pulled him closer by his shirt. He had to prop himself on the table surface to keep his balance.
“I don’t care” she hissed “You know my number! Call me when you have the date!” and she let Jefferson go and stormed out of the office without saying goodbye.
***
There was a deep and creepy laugh in the nearly pitch-black room, caressing the antique furniture. The figure lying on a comfortable couch melted nearly completely into the dark, just his silhouette showed when he moved.
“So the Miss was angry?” Jefferson heard the velvet voice from the other end of the line. He could have risk that his master had a good time.
“Oh yes. She nearly set my whole desk on fire. She wanted her explanation indignantly why we held information back.”
“Great. Then we goaded her curiosity.”
“Yes, Master. There’s no doubt about that. And she asked an appointment to see you, because she wants you to tell her your intentions in person.”
“My intentions?”
“Yes. She suspects a homicidal attempt. Against her.”
Another short laugh came then the velvety voice could be heard again, which sent a nice shiver down Jefferson’s spine. “Hmm… so she’s fierce and purposeful.”
“I should note that she’s literally fierce…”
“Oh yes… Alright – if she wants to meet me this badly then she can come.”
“Are you sure, Master?” the spectacled man asked unsure.
“Yes. Bring her to me in four days time at 11pm. I’ll wait for her.”
“As you wish, Master” the man agreed with an uneasy feeling, but he knew that he was too insignificant to disobey his lord.
***
Liz was lying in her big bathtub. The fragrant water surrounded her. Her stinging body started to get better as her pores drank in the heat of the water, making it nice lukewarm. She dove under the surface to wet her long hair again. It floated around her lazily. She completely gave herself up to the silent pleasure of bathing in the candlelight. Doing this she always felt her soul filling up with the warm feel of home and clarity, although she knew that she was far from being a clean person. To the outside world she was just a fire magician or witch, who kills for money, but she knew that they were wrong. She was much worse. It’s true that she did it from good intentions, but she’d killed hundreds of vampires with her power when they wanted to use her abilities. No one had survived just Dave, his wife and daughter, whom were held captive so that Dave’s mistress could keep him at bay. But Elizabeth killed her too.
Dave…
In the past years there wasn’t a single day he didn’t come into her mind. She missed the man and those things she could live through on his side in this new life, which she started to get used to and accept. She had no choice. Now she knew where she came from and where’s she heading to. She didn’t want to drag Dave into this, although the man was still dear to her heart. The burning love at the beginning had slowly faded away with time when she’d accepted that his place was not on her side but on his family’s. With heavy heart Liz had left him on that beach. That picture still haunted her in her dreams, just like that last sentence she heard from him in her head…
‘This isn’t the last time you see me…’
No it wasn’t the last time she saw him, because for a few more years he had been working in the music-industry. He was a famous performer on the whole world so it was no wonder that Liz met him in newspapers where there were articles of him or Depeche Mode. When this occurred she stroked along his picture with a sad expression and she could nearly feel his hands sliding on her body, following her well-known curves. He gave such great pleasures to her which she couldn’t share with another man. Not even with Thomas.
She gasped for air when she finally came up from under the water where she had been thinking in the last couple of minutes, listening to the blood in her ears. Her pale fingers grabbed the edge of the tub then she put her forearms onto the cool edge, putting her chin onto her hand and staring at the marble floor’s streak. Her skin was nearly steaming from the water, but she didn’t care.
Her dark thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. After giving permission to come in Thomas walked into the bathroom holding Liz’s black silk-robe on his arm. It had a golden Chinese dragon on its back.
“I’m sorry for disturbing you, but you have a guest. He’s waiting down in the hall.”
“Who’s it?” she looked up and waved with her eyes to put the robe onto the nearby chair.
“I don’t know. A man.”
“How’s that you don’t know?” she lifted one eyebrow questioningly.
“I know that you’d forbidden me to let in people who don’t tell their names or act suspiciously, but this man said crisply that he had an important role in your past…”
“Alright, alright” she waved with her hand “Please tell him that I’ll be there in a few minutes. But he cannot leave the hall.”
“Yes” Tom nodded with a little smile and watched as the water drops ran down on her body when she stood up then he turned around and left.
Liz had no idea who wanted to see her.
‘Why didn’t he simply tell his name? It’d have been easier that way’ she thought while she quickly dried her body with a soft towel. She brushed her hair and put on her silk-robe. Her curiosity was greater than to go and dress up properly. And if she is not interested in the man, she’ll send him away with a wave of her hand. She quickly got into her slippers and crossing her room she stepped out onto the deep-red carpet of the hallway and hurried towards the stairs. After a few seconds she put her right hand onto the polished banister and looked down into the hall. She froze to that spot and exclaimed:
“Dave?!”
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