Nosphorus: Part II - Act 3
Pearce leaned against the wall quite nonchalantly. He was a player now. He had done his bit — helped the A-Team kill the sicky, now he was free and clear and... and IXI.
“I’m very impressed with your performance,” the Watcher nodded. “This seems to be moving quite smoothly now. She listens to you — more than she ever did to me... not that I’m sure she respects you, but...”
“Hey,” Pearce stood straighter before the old man. “She respects me. Lawyer boy doesn’t, but she does. And now it doesn’t matter. New York is safe. Happy endings – that sort of thing. Right?”
Addison stroked his chin contemplatively for a moment. “Happy endings, yes. But for you... I’d like you to keep close.”
“What?” the vampire demanded. “We had an agreement!”
“And I don’t think it has been fulfilled yet.” The Watcher was thinking quietly as Pearce angrily fingered his silver bracelet. “No, I think you’ll remain with her. This present crisis is nothing. She is still intolerably insolent and rebellious to my authority... and I think you are the one who can bridge the gulf between us.”
“And what do I get for ‘bridging this gulf?’” the vampire asked annoyed. He was beginning to realize that he had committed himself to some insane venture... perhaps a snipe hunt to keep him occupied and harmless while the Council thought up new and better ways to kill him... or worse.
“As always– what can I offer?”
Pearce was quick to answer. “A place of my own. A nice place. Somewhere off the beaten path but not too far from Niki’s apartment. And...” he pondered for a moment, “and as far away from Freeport as possible.”
“Done,” the Watcher said easily. He sighed and stepped out of the alley into the lamplight. “Now if that’s everything, I think we’re expected at the getaway van. I’ll go first. You follow after a few moments.”
Pearce, still a bit resentful of the entire situation, took Addison by the arm and pulled him back into the darkness. “I’ll go first. You can wait in the dirty, damp alley for a few more minutes.”
Addison nodded curtly. “Very well.”
Pearce eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then turned and left the alley, heading around the block to the van parked outside the warehouse. It was empty.
Niki’s body slammed roughly into the warehouse wall with a thud. She slid down the wall moaning, her legs wrapped around her assailant’s waist, dragging him down with her. His mouth was attacking her throat, his lips and tongue tasting her battle worn flesh.
Logan put a hand against the wall to support them. His other hand slid underneath her and held her against him as he pressed her into the wall. She groaned as his mouth came back to hers, her legs tightening around him, grinding into him.
In the cone of light of the flashlight, the many corpses they had just destroyed lay dead and broken on the floor of the warehouse. After the laughing gas had sedated them, Niki and Logan had played one of Niki’s favorite games. Find the heart, pierce the heart. With no information on how to cure the ill, and no real way to contain them anyway, euthanasia seemed like the best idea. Now they were playing Niki’s all-time favorite game.
Logan pulled his hand from under Niki’s writhing form, letting them both slide fully to the floor. She rolled on top of him and pinned his hands above his head, grinning evilly. Using her Slayer strength, she held both his hands with one of hers and tore his blazer from his chest. Then she lowered her head and pulled the buttons off his shirt with her teeth, sending them flying away into the darkness.
Lit only in a ghostly silhouetted profile, the Slayer looked like some carnal beast as she let Logan pull her shirt over her head, letting it fall atop her back jacket. His skilled hands found the clasp of her bra and as she shook her head, releasing her mane of blond hair in the darkness, she found the zipper on his khakis.
With a mighty thrust, Logan rolled them over, pinning her half naked form between the floor and the wall. She giggled as he began to undo her jeans with his mouth, then needing his hands, he moved his lips up to her hard nipple to immobilize her. She writhed under him as he dragged her jeans down her thighs. He didn’t bother pulling them all the way off. As they were, clinging to her knees, they trapped her quite satisfactorily. His hands slid under the waistband of her panties.
Niki groaned as his mouth continued to assault her. Her hands dug into his short hair and held his head against her. Then without a word she lifted him from the floor, kicking off her jeans and panties and held him against the wall, riding her hips up against him, dragging his own undergarments down until she held him naked against the wall.
From behind the shadows, in the dimly backlit doorway to the warehouse, the vampire stood and watched, impassively. He barely blinked as the bodies began to thrust at each other, move into each other, eventually sinking back to the floor. Watching them always made him hungry.
Pearce jumped back into the driver’s seat of the van and threw it into gear as Addison rounded the corner. Without more than a glance in the side mirror, the vampire took the van down the road with a screech of tires, leaving the mating couple and the Watcher alone in the darkened world.
Vince held a meaty hand against the vampire’s chest as Pearce made a move for the back room. The forbidden room. Vince was tired of wasting such good girls. Human monsters and paid a great deal for time with a girl like the one he had in the back. Sometimes they could even be reused. But vampires and demons didn’t play like that. They didn’t have fantasies they wanted fulfilled. They were hungry... and often sadistic, and you could never use a girl after they were through with her.
“Not this time,” Vince said confidently. He still wore his blue name tag and the bruised jaw he had acquired at Pearce’s last meeting with him had faded. “I’ve had enough of your scum around here recently. You jokes think with this plague business that it’s safer indoors at night? Well piss off. This here place is for living customers only.”
“I’ll pay you double,” the vampire said stoically. He didn’t have time for this. He needed to feed. No pudgy faced doorstop would prevent that.
“No chance, Watcher’s pet. I don’t want you reportin’ to the old folks home what we’ve got in here.” Vince crossed his arms and widened his stance to finalize the discussion. “Now piss off.”
Pearce raised an eyebrow. Inside of three minutes Pearce was lounging on the pillows of the back room, blood covering his mouth and lips. Vince lay drained across the floor, the amused and contemptuous expression still present on his face. Move or else what? You’ll kill me? Ha!
Pearce sat for a moment on the pillows across from the huddling, sobbing form of the redhead who was tied to the wall. Wiping the blood from his mouth with his sleeve he stood and made his way towards her. She cringed deeper into her sobbing ball.
As she huddled tighter, whimpering in terror, Pearce’s foot caught the edge of a pillow and he fell forward, tripping again over a carelessly untied shoelace and finding himself planted face-first against the floor. “Ow!” he said bitterly. “Stupid floor!”
The girl had stopped sobbing and was peeking out from inside her protective shell of arms and elbows at him. The vampire sighed as he got up and crossed the distance between them. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to eat you.” He slowly moved his hand up to her wrists and untied her. Once free she quickly scrambled away from him and made a beeline for the door. Without a word she was gone, leaving him with his own pathetic heroism in the forbidden room with the big dead corpse of Vince. “You’re welcome,” he muttered.
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