Reckless: Abandon - Act 4
by redmoon
Abandon - Act 4
Niki made a little moan, spreading her hand across his smooth chest. She felt his fingers interlace with her own. His breath was gently caressing her eyelids. Her lips twitched into a smile. The fact that there were a dozen vampires on the other side of the curtain had only heightened the excitement, but now it threatened the bliss.
As she simply lay there, however, she began to realize that a threatened bliss was the most precious kind. She could lay here forever. She could drown in him. Her own blond haired addiction. She wondered if he could tell how little he meant to her.
Her eyes shot open as the distant and muffled scream penetrated the bliss.
Pearce’s fingers were numb. He hadn’t expected her to struggle so much. His face contorted in pain as her teeth sank into his fingers. He pulled his hand from her mouth, allowing her to scream again. Then he backhanded her, sending her tumbling to the cushions on the floor. He should never have untied her.
“Be quiet!” he hissed, looking worriedly over his shoulder to the door. “You’re not even supposed to be here.”
“I don’t want to be here,” she sobbed, cowering against the far wall, massaging her wrists which had be bound too tight for too long. Her dark hair hung in a mess over her tear stained face as she crouched low. “Please don’t k- kill me,” she begged, crouching lower as he approached, his hands out as if to pacify her.
“Aw, crap,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m no good at this,”
“Problem?” the big bouncer asked, amused, closing the door behind him. The girl crouched even lower when he entered.
“Why couldn’t’cha have gotten a fang junkie or something,” Pearce looked from the sobbing girl to the big bouncer. “I can’t stand it when they beg.”
The bouncer laughed jovially. “That bracelet’s made you soft, Pierce. You can’t take it like you used to.”
Pearce raised a suspicious eyebrow. “You know me?”
“Saw your trinket, did some checking,” the big man said proudly. “Not too many vamps get special orders from Watcher central.” Pearce was speechless. “The Prince of Pierce,” the bouncer said with an amused tone. “How the mighty have fallen."
Pearce slowly dropped his gaze. “Couldn’t you just find me someone else?” He felt the shame of his own words, but couldn’t avoid them. He wasn’t the Pierce anymore.
The bouncer smirked and as the girl squeaked in terror, he reached for her and took her by the hair. He lifted her to her feet, then struck her hard across the cheek, sending her unconscious to the floor. “There. Feast away, great prince.” Pearce looked down at the unconscious girl, then turned with the bouncer at the sound of the new voice.
“Vince, Vince, Vince,” Niki was shaking her head. “I thought you got out of this business ages ago.”
The bouncer suddenly looked uncomfortable. His eyes shifted about the very incriminating room. “It’s not what you think,” Vince said at last, slowly sliding his hand into his pocket.
Niki simply continued staring at him, blinking only twice. Vince now looked very uncomfortable. His hand found his pocket empty and he was edging towards the door. Suddenly a high flying kick caught him in the chin and sent him down onto the floor, missing the pile of pillows, with a crash to lay unconscious.
Pearce swallowed. He looked the Slayer up and down as she did the same. If she could tell he was a nervous wreck, she didn’t let on. “Hello,” he said bravely.
Her right eyebrow slowly raised in curiosity. Her face then cracked into a smile. “Hello?”
Pearce felt her amused contempt from where he stood at the other end of the room. He frowned. He could take it from Vince, but the Slayer would respect him, dammit. Even if he had to make her. “Oh, shut up,” he muttered angrily. He widened his stance and raised his arms defensively. “Let’s go.”
Niki could no longer contain any of her amusement now. She laughed out loud, albeit briefly, as a tight fist caught her squarely in the jaw.
Addison slowly closed his eyes. The whine grew to a higher pitch. “Please ensure your seat backs and tray tables are in their upright and locked positions as we will be ascending to thirty five thousand feet. Thank you for choosing British Airways and I hope you will enjoy your flight.”
There was nothing more the Watcher could do for her. Not now. Not yet. Maybe not ever again. But none of it was up to him. It wasn’t even up to the Council. For once, it was up to Niki. His confidence in his plan was less than optimal, but it was the best he could do. When it was all said and done, at least there was another Slayer to be called. That was the only comfort he drew as the plane slowly pointed East to England. Was it any kind of comfort? Was it any kind of plan?
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