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AN: Sorry, my computer broke down and I was without the web for five weeks. Then writer's block in addition and my new addiction to Jewels (an unofficial

Online-Storytelling RPG based on The Black Jewels Trilogy.) Ahe, yes, and work.
Disclaimer: Alexander and Co do not belong to me.
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Chapter 30 - Cornered
Carefully Serena opened the door to the room with the thousand strange smells. Humans prefered to call it kitchen and they did a lot of weird things there

with their food, which in Serena's opinion made the stuff uneatable. Usually she would have stayed away from that place as the smells made her sneeze.

However, since she was pregnant, she sported extremely weird habits.
So here she was. Longing to taste human food.
"I'm a loony", she told herself, sighing deeply, while she surveyed her surroundings. She was alone in the room as dinner time had passed. She sneaked over

to a table with various pots and plates on which the rest of the dinner was placed. Randomly Serena chose some chicken which was heavily spiced and filled

with paprika. She dipped the meat into a sweet smelling golden liquid which turned out to be extremely sticky and had a try. To her surprise it was really

good. She started to munch the chicken hungrily and too late regognized that it was rather hot.
"Gods!", she gasped, panting for air. Her tongue was on fire. She reached for the next pitcher and gulped down the crimson wine greedily. It didn't help

much, so she had another one. She felt a little dizzy afterwards, but the liquid was really yummy, so she reached for the next pitcher and went on with her

culinary expedition. She liked the sticky and sweet golden stuff a lot and began to dip various things into it. The fish was a bit tricky because of the

bones and didn't go too well with the sticky stuff and apples. But she really liked the roasted boar again with sticky stuff and some bread.
Then when she was almost full, she found some really strange vegetable in a basket under one of the tables. It was dark green with even darker freckles. And

there were little hairs on its skin. Shape and form reminded Serena a lot of a man's cock - well with some fantasy. But after the third pitcher of wine

Serena developed quite a lot of fantasy. She giggled naughtily. It was playtime.
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Bagoas hated to enter Olympias' room. There were snakes everywhere - and most of them were poisonous. She didn't seem to care and cuddled them as if they

were cute little kittens. But as Alexander had ordered him to serve his mother while the king was away Bagoas took all the courage he had and stepped into

the room, carefull not to step on any of the animals.
He found Olympias in the bathroom. She ignored his knock and didn't answer any calls as she was concentrated on something she saw in her green basin. Bagoas

didn't know what she was looking at and to be honest he didn't want to know. He tried again to make himself noticed and failed. So he stepped closer daring

to reach out to tap the queen's shoulder.
In the middle of his motion he froze, hand resting in midair. Now he too could see what captured Olympias' attention. There were images in the basin, showing

the king and a Persian woman of exquisite beauty. Then the vision blurred and smoothed to reveal the gracefully flying figure of the raven-haired incubus. He

was soaring up to the night sky leaving the city far beneath him. While watching Bagoas felt a sense of never experienced freedom. His gaze stayed glued to

the beautiful predator and he felt the vision consume him. Unvoluntarily he stretched out his arms as if he had wings himself. Pure joy washed through his

body and a wide smile spread over his face.
Then the vision changed again and he felt like dropping to the ground. He saw Cleitus and this terrible Parmenion and some of the other generals. Now fear

and determination and a strong hatred for the things he didn't understand, the things he didn't know took hold of him.
These emotions were unpleasant and Bagoas shook his head to get rid of them. He managed to free himself from the basin's magic and suddenly noticed that he

had seen something he wasn't supposed to see. Carefully he sneaked away until he was by the door again. He tried it with another knock ant this time Olympias

raised her head and turned to face him.
"Ah, finally", she said coolly, her cold eyes surveying the catamite with dismay. "It was high time. I'm starving. Get me something from the kitchen, boy.

And make sure you hurry this time. I'm not used to be left waiting."
Bagoas bowed and left quickly. This woman gave him the creeps. The things she had caused to appear in the water of the green basin swam through his head. She

was a witch, he just knew it. And he also knew she would kill him without hesitation if she ever found out. Could she see him, too, in this mirror of hers?

He shuddered, glancing around him as if he expected her eyes to appear out of nothing right behind him. He had never felt so uneasy.
Things went upside down lately. He had been glad when Alexander introduced himself as his new master. The blond king was such a handsome strong man, he was

so different from Bagoas' former master, Darius. And the black-haired catamite clearly prefered Alexander.
But then the demons had appeared and he was attacked by this ugly beast. Then he had wished that Alexander would slay the whole brute, but now things were

different again. Serena and Alexis seemed friendly creatures. They had helped his master and the soldiers down in the catacombes. Nearchus was very proud of

them. And Hephaistion liked them, too. Alexander was highly jealous of the male demon, but Bagoas could tell he also held him in high respect.
Bagoas felt torn. On the one hand he had experienced how dangerous these beasts were. On the other hand he was a good hearted person and he felt it was wrong

to kill the winged predators. They hadn't harmed anybody but tried to keep his new master and Hephaistion safe. So Bagoas hadn't slept well last night,

thinking hard about what to do. Should he spoil Parmenion's and Cleitus' plan to kill the demon siblings or should he keep it secret. When he had finally

decided what to do, Alexander had left. He didn't have time for a silly little catamite. So now the doubts were back again.
He sighed deeply and pushed the door to the kitchen open. The room was bathed in twilight, illuminated by the red shine of the flames from the fireplace.

Shadows were dancing across the wall and then there was a long loud moan which drew Bagoas attention to the petite winged female who was sighting on the

floor next to the fireplace, teasing herself with a huge zucchini. She seemed to enjoy it.
"What are you doing there?", Bagoas managed to say after he had found his speech again.
The female's attention snapped to the young human. Her eyes were wide golden orbs in her rather shocked looking face. Her mouth, smeared with honey, dropped

open and she stammered: "Uh, ehm, it's not what it looks like." She fluttered her eyelashes innocently at him while she hid the zucchini behind her back.
"Not what it looks like?", Bagoas repeated, flabbergasted.
"Oh, all right, it's exactly what it looks like", Serena admitted. Her voice was heavy with alcohol and she stumbled about some of the words. She giggled at

her incapacity and started to chew at the zucchini. "Yummy. Strange green vegetable with Serena flavour."
"You're drunk", Bagoas stated.
"Oh, yeah, baby, drunk as a lord - uh - a lady." She tried to get up but her feline grace had become a victim of the alcohol and she landed on her ass again.

"Ouch." She laughed girlishly. "Oh, that's funny."
"Serena", Bagoas said. "This place isn't safe. You shouldn't wander around alone. Stay with your brother until Alexander gets back. No, better leave and hide

somewhere until he's back."
"Hey, what are you talking about, darling?" She could smell he was scared. But it wasn't fear of her; it was fear for her. He was afraid something could

happen to her or Alexis. Unfortunately in her recent state she found his worries rather funny.
"They want to kill you."
"They? Who's they?"
"Parmenion, Cleitus and the others."
"Parmenion? The fat old guy who doesn't have the slightest hint of a sense of humour? How does he want to kill me? Bore me to death with his good

behaviour-blabla?" She deepened her voice for an imitation of the old general. "She can't run around naked. It's no proper behaviour for a woman. She's

depraved. She has to wear a dress!"
"Serena, please. I'm serious. I just try to help", Bagoas begged. "Where's your brother?"
"Flown away. Flap, flap." She grinned.
"Yeah, I remember", Bagoas said lowly. He had seen the incubus in the witch's basin. As long as Alexis wasn't here and as long as Serena couldn't watch after

herself, someone else had to care for her. Bagoas made a decision. "Come on. Let's go and find Nearchus." He walked over to the dainty succubus and helped

her to get to her feet. He had to support her with his arm around her waist. She couldn't stop giggling. "Please calm down", the catamite tried to soothe her

- and was rewarded with more fits of laughter.
Bagoas knew that Nearchus was on guard on the palace walls. He breifly thought about leaving Serena in the kitchen and bring the general back to her, but he

was afraid to leave her alone. She could hardly walk. She would be an easy target for anybody.
So he pulled her along the corridor, staying in the shadows. Their footsteps were light as feathers and they would certainly have gone unnoticed hadn't

Serena started to sing extremely stupid obscene rhymes at the top of her voice. Bagoas tried to silence her rather unsuccessfully.
"Alexander's dick is hard as a brick!"
"Serena, please be silent!", Bagoas begged.
"Alexis' prick is so huge and thick!"
"Serena! Be quiet!"
"Hephaistion's cock's solid as a rock!"
"Serena, shut up!", he barked at the silly drunken girl. He hardly ever raised his voice, but by now he was truly desperate.
"Lalalalalala-laaaaa!"
It was hopeless. Bagoas gave up and instead walked faster. Luckily Serena thought singing was quite boring if the catamite didn't coplain anymore so she fell

silent just in time.
When the slender boy and the drunken succubus antered the great hall they nearly ran into the group of men standing there. Due to Bagoas quick reaction the

catamite managed to hide behind a statue before they could be seen and dragged the girl with him. He urged the crimson-haired female to sit down and peered

around the corner, eavesdropping.
"I'm tired", Serena mumbled.
"Hush, quiet now", Bagoas whispered back. Then the voices of the assembled men reached them.
"Damn it. They're both gone. What do we do now?" This was the young man called Philotas.
"We need to rearange our plan. Our hopes to catch the incubus unconscious and the girl off guard are wasted. Now we have to wait for the right moment when

they are seperated", Cleitus said thoughtfully.
"We don't have much time. They must die before Alexander returns", Parmenion insisted.
"Why don't we just wait for them in their room?", Philotas asked.
"Because we wouldn't stand a chance", Cassander remarked. "You haven't seen these beasts fight. You didn't join us in the catacombes. They are predators.

Strong, fast and deadly."
"True. We need a strategy", Cleitus agreed.
The men fell silent, thinking.
In this very moment Serena hiccupped loudly.
Bagoas heart skipped a beat. He held his breath, begging they hadn't heard.
Four heads turned into their direction.
"What was that?", Cassander asked.
Serena hiccupped again.
"Someone's hiding over there!", Cleitus barked. He unseathed his sword and marched towards Bagoas' and Serena's hiding place.
Bagoas felt panic rise within him. He pulled at the female's arm to make her stand. They had to flee, had to run. But it was too late.
"Bagoas?", he heard Cleitus voice behind him. The catamite turned slowly, his eyes shiny with unshed tears. He had brought her to them! He had handed them a

perfect victim. It was all his fault.
"What are you doing?", Cleitus asked. Then his gaze fell on the crimson-haired succubus who was slumped against the wall. "Now, look who we have here", he

adressed his companions. They gathered around the boy and the demon.
"Seems as if this is our lucky day", Philotas said with glee.
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