Chelsea
Chelsea watched with carefully blank eyes as the operative she was with talked to his target, eventually getting the man outside and killing him. She glanced up at him as he came back inside, wiping his hands on a rag.
"We're going now."
She got up gracefully, and fingered the jade collar around her neck as she followed him out. Flat sandals, a skit which was basically two rectangles of jade green silk sewn together at the top as it just clung to her hips and a shirt that was basically a scarf, she looked tired in her eyes, though her mouth smiled seductively. Two jade amulets dangled from her earlobes and her collar hid a variety of bites, as did the thick bracelet on her wrist.
Sitting quietly on the park bench, she nodded slightly as the operative moved off to do another job for Rex. Sighing, she leant her head back against the wood, closing her eyes. She knew he wouldn't be back for a good hour. After all, she was a good Kitten now.
Christian
Christian was spending some time just being on his own in the park, sometimes in the hope of catching up with Taylor... but it was a bit late for that now.
He stared out across the lake, listening to the frogs. Imagine being able to understand what they were saying... even though it was probably boring as heck.
Sighing to himself, he finally got up. He'd been pretty much camouflaged by the lake - his black clothes and hair melting into the shadows. As soonas he turned around however, the paleness of his skin would show him up.
He hesitated for a moment as he looked around. He may as well spend the night in the park, nothing better to do. Or he could stay with Chloe. Or he could just disappear a bit early and leave Steel guessing where he was.
He squinted a little, catching sight of someone sitting on a nearby bench with their back to him. Pursing his lips a little, he began to quietly make his way over. Pausing a way back, he finally recognized her.
Astrid's girl.
He stopped to think for a moment. He was pretty much in Astrid's good books... not that he really wanted to be.
Ah, who gave a sh*t.
He made his way over to the bench, and slowly slid his fingers over her shoulders.
"Hey there Carrot... or is that, Little Red?" he said softly.
Chelsea
Chelsea looked at him, mind already buzzing from the nightclub and her eyes hurt.
"It's Kitten, Master Christian."
She blinked tiredly, hiding her eyes behind her hand and ducking her head.
"One would ask you to go, please."
She already felt like she was going to throw up, and looking at him made it worse. To thow up on or near a Master meant a beating. She didn't want to be hurt again. God, she was going to faint...Chelsea held onto consciousness through pure effort of will.
Christian
Christian chuckled a little, before slipping around to sit next to her and try and catch her eye.
"Don't think I've actually had someone call me 'Master' before, but I think I like it."
He ran his tongue along his upper lip, not bothering to hide the fact that he was checking her out.
"What's wrong, Carrot?"
Chelsea
"One is tired and in pain," Chelsea said with difficulty.
"Too many things to see tonight...I told Master Rex Kitten could not handle a nightclub but Master does as Master pleases. The subject is dead, and the contract fulfilled, so what does one Kitten matter? Naught."
She kept her eyes turned away from Christian.
"Please, Master Christian. Such things there are in you that make one's head spin. Kitten cannot handle it now."
Christian
"And what if I just want to see your eyes before I go?" Christian asked softly, trailing two fingers down from her shoulder to her lap.
"Would you deny me?"
Chelsea
Chelsa bit back a sob, and slowly raised her eyes to Christian's.
Light jade green eyes, flecked with deeper emerald sparks. She blinked her gold dusted lashes slowly, trying to process the spin of Christian's aura.
"You have changed, Master Christian. Refined, as it were."
She glanced at the spider pendant.
"But you have not yet learnt everything about the power you hang around your neck."
Christian
"No, I haven't. You're right," he tilted his head slightly with a smile.
His fingers trailed up to her chin, holding it up as he leant in to kiss her.
Chelsea
Chelsea let him kiss her, not responding at all. There had been worse. And there had been better.
"If Master Christian wishes Kitten's use, Master Christian must speak with Master Rex or Mistress."
Christian
Christian dug his fingers into her hair and kissed her again.
"I don't see your Master or Mistress around anywhere, do you?" he sniped.
Chelsea
"Be assured Master Rex knows," Chelsea said coolly.
"Or will. He knows everything, one thinks sometimes. Mistress is otherwise occupied. Goddess business. Please stop. You are not allowed."
Christian
"You know," Christian began, his fingers clenching into her hair, holding her head still.
"I don't respond well to orders. What do you say to going for a little walk tonight?"
Chelsea
Chelsea gaspd slightly.
"Kitten has been told to stay here. Most respectfully, Master Christian, one cannot disobey Master Rex."
Her eyes gleamed with tears.
"And what if you disobey me?" Christian tilted his head, watching her facial expressions.
"Whose wrath do you fear more?"
Chelsea
"Mistress's," Chelsea said.
"Please, do not. Kitten is not allowed. Mistress said."
She brought her hands up to push at his shoulders, then hesitated and put them over her face.
"Oh you just seem so desperate," Christian said softly, letting go of her hair.
He rose from the bench, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up as well.
"But if you know me well enough, you'll also know that I don't often take 'no' for an answer."
Chelsea
Chelsea whimpered faintly, hanging her head.
"Please, Kitten must stay here. Master Christian, you upset the rules."
The operative came back, flicking a cigarette butt to the ground, frowning slightly as he walked over.
"Don't think you know what you're getting into, guy. Move it along, leave the girl. Kitten, we're going."
"I think not," Christian insisted, before knocking the guy out.
He slipped his hand around the back of Chelsea's neck.
"Let's go for that walk, shall we?" he smiled slightly, beginning to lead her away.
Chelsea
Chelsea pulled away from him, eyes wide with fear like a startled animal.
"No no! Oh, Master Rex is going to be angry...so angry."
"I'm sure he's a big enough man to handle it," Christian insisted.
"We're not going to be long. And besides... you told me yourself you were worthless."
He led her over the street from the park and down towards a dark alley - lit by only one dwindling street light. Down there, he came across a wooden door which he opened and gestured for her to enter.
Chelsea
"Kitten is not!" Chelsea retorted, eyes sparking finally in anger rather then fear.
"Now that training is complete, Kitten is useful. Wanted."
She halted at the threshold, not moving in further.
"Then what was all that sh*t before?" christian raised his eyebrows, before lifting his finger to wag at her.
"Don't be raising your voice to me. Now get in."
He grabbed the back of her neck and practically threw her through the door and down about three steps, before he followed. He closed the door behind him, and telekinetically turned the light on.
It was just a small underground room that Steel had let him stay in a few times when he had nowhere else to go. It was plain and simple - a basin to one side, a bed to the other, and a fireplace at the back.
Chelsea
Chelsea raised herself off the floor with difficulty, the front panel of the skirt torn and her arm grazed.
"One had been referring to the lack of training she had recieved in her powers. Too many people at a time make one's head ache."
SHe glanced around, then backed away from the bed slightly.
"Why do you wish Kitten's presence, Master Christian?"
"I'm going to take your... 'mistress' up on an early offer," Christian replied, removing his trenchcoat and throwing it into a corner.
"You know... intense training leaves very little time for recreational activites. And I've been in there since February."
Chelsea
Chelsea nodded slightly, then smiled faintly.
"Of course, Master Christian. What would you like Kitten to do for you?"
"If you remember how to, I'd like you to be yourself," Christian said softly as he closed the distance between them.
He ran his hand down the side of her face, touching only just enough to give her goosebumps.
"That's what makes it interesting."
He leant in to kiss her again.
Chelsea
Chelsea kissed him back gently, thinking about what he had requested.
"You truly do not know what you ask, Master."
"I know the words," Christian said between kissing her, "but I'm quite sure I don't know the consequences."
He began to subconsciously remove her top, beginning to push her down onto the rug on the floor.
Chelsea
"Do you even know who I was?" Chelsea said, letting herself be pushed down onto the rug.
"Would you care? No. More games for you..."
She leant forward and bit at his earlobe gently, running the tip of her tongue over the trapped skin.
"I was training to be an X-man. Save the world. I was 13 when this started. I'm 14 now. Or is it 15? Can't be much more then that."
"Wow," Christian murmured, beginning to grind against her and feel her up.
"Didn't realize you were so young. If you weren't so far into it I'd try and get you out."
Chelsea
"Like Astrid would let you. I'm tasty, she's decided. Blood makes her pysche out in an orgasmic way."
Chelsea undid the scarf at the back and let it slide off her body. Her nipples were pierced with small gold hoops, which had a bead of jade decorating each one.
"And apparently, I'm very, very good with my tongue."
She stuck it out. It was pierced as well, just a plain gold stud.
"All I'm doing, Chris, is surviving. Sometimes it's not so bad. Rex is better then Astrid anyway. She's far too fond of my blood."
Christian
"I know the feeling," Christian said suddenly, holding himself up by his arms so he was leaning over her, looking down.
"Varian loves my blood. It's like a drug to it. I guess because it's not... whole."
Chelsea
Chelsea looked up at him through halflidded eyes, green gleaming like suntouched moss from behind her eyelashes.
"Perhaps. Varian is an odd case. Magic and science, gramarye and technology. Bad case of split personality, in a way. You are split as well...perhaps it is a case of like calling to like. But khe is a dragon, I think. Mostly. The reptilian defininetly outweighs the human."
"Yeah, it is. Tends to lean toward the dragon side an awful lot. I tend to lean toward the more brave side of my parts."
He tilted his head a little, eyes locked on hers.
"Your eyes are a beautiful green, you know."
Chelsea
"Different," Chelsea noted.
"Usually more it's ah god, you're so f*cking tight. Or something comparing my mouth to a vacuum cleaner...I don't understand that reference."
She smiled faintly.
"I like what you said better."
Christian
"Well maybe, unlike everyone else, I'm out to make this enjoyable for both of us. Not just me," Christian amended.
His right hand slid down to her hips, before he began to remove her skirt.
Chelsea
Chelsea lifted her hips to help him get it off, running her fingers gently down the side of his face. She touched the eyebrow stud gently, before curling her fingers around a strand of his hair.
"My name...is, was, whatever, is Chelsea. CC usually."
Christian smiled slightly.
"Thanks for that. I hate the idea of calling you 'Kitten'. Sickens me for some reason."
He leant down and kissed her again, before penetrating her with his fingers.
Chelsea
"It's ahhh god, depersonalising," Chelsea gasped, eyes opening wide in shock for a moment.
"Degrading. After all, a pet isn't human, is it?"
Christian
"When you see Queenie again..." Christian began, hesitating as she moaned, "I'd like you to pass on a message."
He backed down her body a little so he could concentrate on what he was doing.
"She told me to tell her a year later that I wasn't a toy. And well... it's not quite a year, but I'm still not."
Chelsea
"Next time I see her, I'll tell the black winged bitch..."
Chelsea moaned.
"So don't care if she stays away for forever."
Christian
"Mmm... I love it when you express hatred for those that annoy me. Tell me you hate Blakesley and his father too."
Christian grinned as he watched her.
Chelsea
"Blakesley is a weasel. Some clever little lab rat that Ashtoreth thinks she can get some good out of by him making some super race of soldiers and spies...something like that."
CHelsea gasped quietly, eyes dazed with pleasure.
"The old man scares me. What I see...I've seen nicer demons at the Court."
Christian
"He's a f**king sick cannibal," Christian said outright.
"Made me eat some of my own freaking hip for Christ's sake. I was so close to throwing up afterwards."
Chelsea
"Jesus, that's sick."
Chelsea leant up to kiss him, crying out into his mouth as she came.
Christian
"Should have vomitted just to spite him," Christian looked thoughtful for a second, before leaning down to kiss her again.
"Enjoying so far?"
Chelsea
"Very much so."
Chelsea breathed in deeply to get her breath back, smiling lazily.
"But what about you?"
Christian
"Nevermind me," Christian replied, his other hand moving up to her bikini line to draw goosebumps.
"I'll get something in a moment."
Chelsea
"Mmmm..." Chelsea almost purred.
"You're not as bad a person as people like to think you are, sometimes."
Christian
"Just depends who I like. But to me this world is absolutely covered in scum."
He removed his hand and trailed it slowly up her body as his other began to undo his pants.
Chelsea
"I used to think everyone was good, at heart. And then my mutation kicked in and I found out that there are...beings who are simply evil."
Chelsea closed her eyes slightly in enjoyment.
"I wish I could stop seeing, like telepaths can stop hearing."
Christian
"Hey," Christian began, tapping the base of her neck with a fingertip.
"You can only be what you are. Someone denies you that, then they can suck sh*t."
Getting his pants undone fully, he placed his hands on her shoulders and finally entered her.
Chelsea
"Jesus!"
Chelsea's hips arched up to meet him, breath hissing between her teeth.
"People just want to use me like a glorified metal detector."
Christian
"I think it's amazing, how we're still carrying on, conversation," Christian raised his eyebrows.
"But I think, I'm only worthy for what Craig was. People just want to display me like some kind of trophy. 'Wow, I have the son of the Eye' or Spider, whatever."
Chelsea
"Big. F*cking. Deal."
Chelsea moaned, thrusting back to him.
"I don't care about the Spider, or the Eye or whatever he called himself. I'm more interested in the guy I'm f*cking. His name's Christian, and that's about all I need to know."
Christian
"Well, thanks," Christian replied.
"You know, you should try to watch your language, at your age. You're not even, legal by far."
Chelsea
"So? Statutory rape is illegal, baby," Chelsea said.
"So's slavery, but that doesn't stop a lot of people. You'd know that."
She dragged her fingers over the back of his neck.
"If I feel like swearing I will. Bio might say 14 or 15 or whatever. I feel like I'm over a 100 in my head. Being a pleasure pet does tend to do that."
Christian
"Stop calling yourself a pet in front of me," Christian insisted.
"I hate it."
He felt the hairs raising slightly on the back of his neck, and tilted his head back.
Chelsea
"Meow."
Chelsea grinned faintly, before kissing him again.
"You wanted to see the real me. I was always a little smartass."
Christian
"I like that," Christian chuckled.
His black hair was now strewn across his face, accumulating the beads of sweat from his forehead and neck.
"I always seem to find the smartasses for some reason, you know."
Chelsea
"Your debonair charm? Or just that bad boy appeal?" Chelsea suggested, before licking at the sweat on his neck with quick flicks of her tongue.
"Astrid found my smart comments annoying."
Christian
"Queenie's all about power. Any threat to that and she quickly distinguishes whether she likes you or wants to see you rot in hell."
Christian grunted a little, before slowing in his actions.
"As I recall, you were only taken in to piss someone else off anyway."
Chelsea
Chelsea bit her lip as she came again.
"X-Men in general, Nyx in a specific, and Nathan. My teacher. You would have liked Nyx, before Astrid killed her."
Christian
"Bummer," Christian raised his eyebrows, before letting out the breath he'd been holding and slipping out of her.
He held himself up for a moment, then fell down onto his side beside her.
Chelsea
"You could say that," Chelsea said.
She ran a hand over her face thoughtfully.
"She was a child of the goddess Bastet. Who is also dead. But due to another goddess, not a demonically possessed Valkyrie."
Christian
"Right. And I have no idea what you're talking about."
He sighed, before rolling onto his back.
"I really don't pay much attention to the supernatural. Don't really want to."
Chelsea
"It'll come round and bite ya in the ass sooner or later," Chelsea said, shrugging slightly.
"Bastet was a cat goddess. Nyx, Priss and Sabre were cats too. Disturbing to watch them walking round on two feet. Like watching werewolves. Seeing what is, rather then what illusion is presented is hard to explain."
Christian
"You know, humans get along fine without having to deal directly with the supernatural," Christian scowled at the roof.
"Why the hell do I have to be different? I don't see why I should have to put up with their sh*t."
Chelsea
"You do know where vampires come from, right?"
Chelsea sat up and grabbed her skirt, sliding it on over her legs.
"The things you ignore, are the things that you don't see coming."
Christian
"And yet a completely skeptical businessman who wastes his life away in an office 24/7 for fifty years of his life or more will never come into contact with any of this crap. Tell me that's fair."
He hesitated, then sat up.
"There's only a select part of society that even know for sure that they exist."
Chelsea
"They hunt me," Chelsea said softly.
"I was sitting on a bus going home from school. Turned, and I saw a demon staring at me. He chased me all the way home. Vampires can't come in if they're not invited."
She got up and picked up the scarf before putting it back on quickly.
Christian
"You're kinda like a demon magnet though," Christian considered, watching her as he did up his pants then sat with his arms resting on his knees.
"I mean surely they can sense your power a mile away."
Chelsea
"I see them for what they are. Nathan bears scars from his life of dodging demons. His teacher, Oracle...she was killed by a vampire."
Chelsea paused thoughtfully.
"I think the only reason I'm not insane is that I don't see the future. The only other two people with the same power as I, both had clairvoyance as well. And they were both barking. Not that I don't love Nate like a surrogate uncle or something, but he's very much of the mentally disturbed."
Christian
"Then I'm surprised he's not already dead," Christian rubbed his left eye with two fingers.
"Need me to walk you back, or what?"
Chelsea
"Master Rex will find Kitten," Chelsea said, sliding back into her persona with a bat of her eyelashes.
"It's what he does. He knows things."
Christian
"Fair enough," Christian said, taking a deep breath.
The name Rex reminded him of someone, but he couldn't put his foot on who it was at the moment.
"I guess I'll see you around then."
Chelsea
"One may suppose so," Chelsea said.
"Astrid is interested in Tulsa."
She went to the door and opened it.
"Fare thee well, Master Christian."
Christian
"I'd wish you luck, but luck is only what we make for ourselves," Christian said softly.
He rose from his position on the floor and went to the basin.
Chelsea
"But what is luck, but a flick of the dice?"
Chelsea left quietly, knowing how much trouble she was going to get into.