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�� The
doors of the meeting room burst open and the Professor looked up from the
assembled group of architects with a kind smile, �So quickly, Abraham?�
�� Yes,
well, Dr. Knight was quite a-a-accommodating.� Abe said quickly. The Professor
turned, surprised to hear the urgency in the man�s voice. He was nearly pushed
over as Abe handed him the fistful of rolled papers. �Here is what you
requested, Professor.�
�� I
hope it wasn�t too much trouble,� he said, noticing the man�s haste. When Abe
didn�t respond, the Professor moved forward, putting a hand on his slender
shoulder. �What happened, my son?�
�� No.
Nothing. I mean yes, it was fine and nothing happened.�
�� The
old man arched a snowy eyebrow, �Are you sure?�
�� Abe
nodded enthusiastically, �Positive. Excuse me won�t you?�
�� Actually
if you could stay for the meeting I�d like your...� The Professor looked up
from the hand written pages and was stunned. Abe had already walked back out
the door and passed by the glass panels of the room in the hall. ��input,� he finished
to himself.
�� The
agent disappeared down a flight of steps and the Professor slowly turned back
to the men in front of him, waving the case designs in his hand with a smile.
The meeting began as Abe quickly sped through toward his room, walking with
haste.
�� The
way he walked drew a few stares from those he passed by. They had never known
the Agent to hurry his steps so unless there was an emergency and yet no alarm
could be heard echoing in the concrete halls, no disembodied voice ordering
their front men to the task.
�� Through
the office doors and past his tank, Abe moved to the secret room tucked into
the wall. Pushing back the heavy concrete panel with his open hand, he stepped
inside the small space and took a centring breath.
�� It
was a machine room that housed a few pipes and regulators for his tank but also
served as a home for his capsule. The small tank, bullet shaped and silver with
a glass front, travelled with him when the B.P.R.D. would go on site for extended
periods of time. Sleeping in a tub of water wasn�t nearly as comfortable as the
specially made chamber with its moulded interior and bubbling filter. It lay
propped against the wall next to the door and directly across from a plush cot.
In the corner of the secluded space a small shower stall with a frosted plastic
curtain, white porcelain sink and toilet. Abe rarely used the space save for
when his tank was being serviced or when he needed to rest and recuperate in
private�and he definitely needed privacy now.
�� Abe
sat down on the cot and nervously rubbed his knees, passing his hands roughly
over the slick blue skin as he rocked in place. What was happening with that
woman was testing his mortal fortitude. He was very much nearing a breaking
point. The space in which he paused thoughtfully to consider her invitations
was formerly a sliver, a snap; once over in the blink of an eye and now a
lagging and seemingly endless gap. He watched her through the crack in the
door, body bent, naked and slick with perspiration and instead of walking away
he stepped closer, wetting his lips with his tongue as she moved her hand
faster between her slender thighs.
�� Standing
there in the dark of the hall, Abe imagined himself in that space with her,
surrounded by the steam of the shower; her eyes staring back at him in the
mirror as he moved behind her. His hands sliding down the curves of her hips,
fisting her cheeks roughly as he moved her into position, the sounds she�d make
as he pressed the tip of his cock inside her. And then she moaned, the sweet sound
rippling his entire building and filling him with raw need. She moaned again
and he gripped the wall to keep from touching himself... but there was no one
to witness his moment of weakness now.

�� Abe
reached past the waistband of his water shorts and pulled out his dick. His
hand closed around the thickened shaft and he closed his eyes, his other hand
gripping the cot�s edge. His knees parted as he slowly began stroking himself,
bumping along his swollen flesh from base to smoothly polished tip. Slowly he
pumped his fist, his chest swelling with gasped breaths every time he moved
over the head of his cock. Then he moved faster. Colours began to bloom behind
his tightly shut lids as errant remembrance flashed in his mind.
�� Tamara�s head rose, her eyes focusing wholly
and darkly on him. She smiled at him a moment and then her lip trembled, her
body shivering with the last tremors of her orgasm.
�� Abe, have you come to help me?� she wined.
�� The
memory of the plaintive tone of her voice made him stiffen even more. Abe
bucked against his hand and stifled a groan. He squeezed harder, moving even
faster, remembering the way she bent over in front of him, wiggling her ass,
entreating him to shove his cock inside it. And
it would have been so warm and
tight...
�� Abe
squeezed harder and moaned. Slowly he reclined on the temporary bed, falling
back to spread his long legs wider, his rhythm intensifying. Thinking of the
softly curved female coming to sit on him made him shiver as he worked over the
tip of his dick. His breaths came in short ragged bursts then. Under his arm,
the one that crossed over his stomach to grip his erection, he could feel his
belly twitching, jumping as his muscles contracted hotly. His other hand
reached for his balls, squeezing roughly as he tugged on his shaft harder.
Swirling his thumb about the tip made his hips rise with a shuddered breath.
�� Abe
clenched his bristle teeth with ire. It was swift in arriving, but he was
coming already, nearing that incredible peak with each pump of his fist and
seemingly his entire being struggled to help him along. His body bowed
slightly, the muscles of his thighs and chest aching�straining�to hold position
and his mind fed him images, replaying each tawdry interlude, every brushing
caress and hissed moan�until a soft knock could be heard. A persistent knock.
The Professor, come to check up on him no doubt�and saving him from temptation.
�� The
man looked down at himself with defeat, the rumpled sheets of the once neatly
made cot, his body glistening with sweat. Slowly he sat up; tucking himself
back into his pants with a sigh and sitting on the bed�s edge again, shaking
his head woefully. Hard as it would be, Abe resigned that he would have to tell
the old man of his feelings. It was clear now; Tamara wasn�t the only one with
rampant desires nor was she the only one who could not be trusted to keep them
in check. Washing his hands in the small basin, his back to the door, Abe
invited the Professor inside and took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself
for the guilt trip to come.

�� Tamara�s
fist rose to knock on the door but she let it fall flat on the concrete
surface, trembling.
�� I said knock!�
�� Tamara
shook her head. It was Nek�kem and he spoke to her clearer than ever. It was
because he never had a more solid purchase in her mind than now. Lust gave him
fertile grounds to lay roots and he did, settling deep in her thoughts and now
her flesh. Like a marionette he pulled a mental string and her fist jerked to
the door again, knuckles grazing against the face of it. Tamara struggled to
halt herself, forcing her fist away, holding it back so tightly she shook.
�� Fucking knock! You are already
here, Tamara. Just take the next step��
�� No,
it was a mistake to even come here I should go-�
�� Nek�kem
flexed his might and Tamara grabbed at the door, panting. Her breaths came in
gasps as she struggled to quell her body�s reaction. Her nether lips flooded
with such overwhelming heat and swelling ache. Looking at her bare feet, she
could see how wet the impulse made her, a ribbon of glistening moisture
twisting down her thigh and calve, dripping with sound to the floor. She shut
her eyes tighter, clenching her teeth.
�� Please,
stop this,� she whimpered.
�� Nek�kem
gave a sympathetic sound, �I�m not doing
anything, you already want him. I�m simply reminding you of that fact.�
�� Well
stop it,� she hissed, pushing off the wall. �I don�t want to do this.�
�� Liar!�
�� He
flushed her body with want again, sending her body pulsing wildly, her hands
balling. She looked blinkingly to the fluorescent lights above her as her body
jerked and hands tremblingly clasped as if in prayer. The entity tore them
apart.
�� Tamara, he�s waiting for you.� He
prattled lustfully. �He�s always been
waiting for you. Indulge yourself this once my quiet little mouse, I promise
you will not regret it��

�� Professor,
I am pleased to see...you,� Abe felt the door at his back open. He turned,
jumbling a towel in his hands to dry them and promptly dropped it seeing Tamara
step inside the room. She came straight from the shower, a towel the only thing
hiding her soft curves. And she peeled it away as she stepped closer, letting
it slide down her hips and fall at her feet.
�� Abe
stumbled forward, bending to pick it up, quickly standing to replace it on her shoulders.
�Dr. Knight, you must deny It. This would only feed his hunger.�
�� Nek�kem
pushed her gently and Tamara shrugged the towel off again, this time throwing
it with force far behind him as she crept closer, �He is not the only one who
is hungry.�
�� Kiss him��
�� Tamara
leaned forward and captured his mouth with hers, her arms falling over his
slender but strong shoulders. She could see the mark on her hand darken,
twitching to move around the fingers dug into his neck. It unfurled like a
spider, tiny black legs unfolded and dragged the black stain further up her arm
but Tamara simply closed her eyes and kissed Abe harder. Nek�kem taking over no
longer scared her, but being without Abe did. It had become too painful to deny
herself any more and this taste of him was too delicious to walk away from now.
It didn�t matter that this was what Nek�kem wanted; the man was what she
needed.
�� Abe
froze feeling her lips twist with his, watching her naked body crush against
his. He put his hands up to object, to push her away by the shoulders but she
took them, bringing them to her breasts, encouraging him to squeeze the
indescribably soft mounds of flesh. Lamely he walked backward with her to the cot,
falling down as she pushed him toward it, parting his legs as she kicked them
open to stand between them.
�� Abe
thought she was done with him, that she had regained her senses and then her
hand cupped him. Her hand delved deep between his thighs as her body stretched
above his, her hair teasingly brushing his chest.
�� You�re
so hard,� she smiled, massaging his growing bulge.
�� Abe�s
fluttered shut, his body quaking. �Tamara, you need to stop thi�ahh!�
�� The
man immediately tensed feeling her hand slide inside his pants, warm flesh
bumping against warm flesh. Her hand closed around his stiffening cock and
stroked firmly. She fisted him from base to tip and Abe�s body involuntary
followed. His hips bounded, arching with the rest of his body off the bed as
she pumped him yet again from base to engorged tip.
�� On
the edge of the cot, Tamara knelt on one knee, her back upright, head down and
focused on the man under her, watching with a perverse leer as he jerked into
her palm. He wanted to object but every time he opened his mouth, she moved
faster, harder. � Abe took his fist between
his teeth, holding back a moan as she stopped a moment to spit on her hand, lubricating
it before continuing to stroke him. He took advantage of the tiny breath in
action to plead with her again, �Tamara, please!
Do not let this thing use you like this.�
�� He
whimpered again, gratefully, as her hand slowly slid away from him. His words
had reached her, rung in some still civilly owned part of her brain and she
stopped, leaving the man to wrestle with a sudden and unexpected disappointed
feeling. Abe, still prone on the bed, pressed his hands over his closed eyes,
panting. He was taking the moment to collect himself, steer himself yet again
away from temptation, when he felt hands fisting the material of his shorts.
�� Take them off.�
�� Tamara
willingly obliged the command, ripping Abe�s bottoms down his long legs,
freeing his erection with a smile. The man�s cock jutted away from his body,
hard and thick, the tip already moistened by his own excitement.
�� Tamara
ran her hands reverently over his body, sliding down the planes of his long
torso to his narrowing waist over his patterned skin. For so long she longed to
do this and now the moment seemed unreal, stroking him like she did was all she
could do to keep from pinching herself.
�� Her hands slid between his legs and Abe rose
up onto his elbows. His stomach tensed as her finger tips teased the underside
of him, drawing out a clear bead of precum that oozed from the navy blue tip of
his dick.
�� Lick him clean.�
�� Tamara
obeyed readily, immediately falling to her knees and taking the tiny drop of
sweet fluid with her tongue. Slowly she licked the length of him, teasingly
flicking at the tender and thin fin that stretched from the base of his cock to
his balls, making the man moan deep in his chest.
�� Abe
fisted the sheets at his side to keep from grabbing her, to keep from
encouraging this, this� pleasure. His
head spun with it, his body quaking uncontrollably. He spread his legs and
watched as Tamara kissed so gently along his shaft, her lips touching every raised
vein and thickened ridge with care.
�� He
found himself breathless as she took his head into her mouth and then closed
around him, suckling the tip hard before pulling it back out. She tightened her
lips around the bulbous end, swirling around it, hungrily tasting before slowly
taking him deeper into her throat. Abe sat up and spread his legs wider. He
found it difficult to gather enough air to breathe let alone speak, but he felt
compelled. From between his bent knees, her black onyx eyes flashed, reminding
him this was not her will.
�� D-don�t
l-listen to him,� he stuttered, �You can resist I know youuuaah-�
�� Abe
threw his head back. His words trailed into moan as her mouth slid down the
length of him, swallowing his cock. Down and up, again and again, fast and
hard. Tamara suckled him noisily. Desperate wet pops and slurps echoed in the
tiny space as she laved him with her tongue and took him wholly into her mouth.
She took him so deep he could feel her nose press against his hips. Abe gave a defeated
groan and fell back against the cot, his body twitching with pleasure, his
hands unwinding from the sheets to stroke her shoulders. They both knew this
wasn�t her, but like Tamara, Abe was tired of fighting.
�� Finally. It is about time��
�� Nek�kem
moved her hands to touch the merman�s again, taking them from her shoulders to
take the back of her head. The entity chuckled devilishly at Abe�s sudden
willingness, the sound echoing faintly in the room. Even when Tamara took her
hand away, the man still held her head, pressing her face against him, making
her bob on his cock with steady rhythm. Abe was working more and more of
himself inside her mouth with each pass, thrusting upward each time, pressing
his hips heavenward as he forced himself into her gagging throat.
�� He
watched with a dark grin as Tamara�s neck bulged with the thick weight, her
eyes widened and filled with hot tears. She could barely breathe and her throat
closed pleasurably on him as she fought to, but she did not let him go.
�� Abe
lowered his hips, mercifully sliding out of her mouth, letting Tamara suck in a
heavy breath before he crammed himself in her throat again. His eyes shut as
she purposely swallowed, milking him with all the muscles of her throat. He
could feel each tense ring close around him and hold him firmly as he slid to
and fro. It was almost too much.
�� Abe
thrust back and fisted her hair harder, ready to burst in her mouth, drowning
her in thick sticky ropes of his seed. Tamara could already taste the sweetness
of his hot and thick precum coat her tongue. He was so ready and she wanted it,
all of it. She swallowed him again, massaging his balls, rolling them in her
hands, sucking as hard as she could, making him tremble, daring him to fall
over that edge.
�� No!� Nek�kem roared. �Enough foreplay, get on his dick!� All
his hard work would be for naught if the man came before he was inside her. The
merman�s orgasm wasn�t as important as hers was. Not nearly.
�� Get on him now!�
�� Tamara
released Abe with a wet pop and crawled onto the bed, stretching over him. She
ran her hands over the planes of his hard body, tasting and teasing with a
hungry tongue. She kissed up his trembling belly, the striped ridges of his
muscled chest. She wished he had nipples to tease but his gills seemed just as
sensitive. Her tongue wriggled along the ribbed flesh there and he moaned her
name just as hoarsely.
�� Realising
Abe was close to coming then, Nek�kem intruded again, angry with Tamara�s disobedience.
�I said fuck him!� he raged.
�� The
entity swamped her body with want again and it sizzled like a pleasurable
cattle prod in her back. Tamara literally hopped to take Abe�s shoulders,
pulling herself to sit in his lap, hovering over his straining erection. She
held the base of his cock firmly as she positioned it at her entrance and
slowly easing back, driving him inside her.
�� That�s it� don�t you fucking stop now��
�� Tamara
whined, heat flushing to her cheeks as she slowly eased down, inch by inch. Abe
was not long but he was deliciously thick and sitting on his dick was almost
painful. She could feel her insides strain to hold him, widening to accommodate
his textured flesh. Slowly her knees touched the bed again, her thighs hugging
his sides as she connected with his lap, crushing his balls. The move garnered
a murmur of appreciation from Nek�kem and Abe.
�� Now, ride that cock��
�� Abe
groaned and seized her hips; his eyes fluttering shut as she fully seated him.
She was so tight. Her sheathe almost painfully held him but even as she began
to ride him, it steadfastly refused to loosen. Tamara rolled her hips, biting
her lip as she moved him in and out of her, feeling every textured ridge of him
slide against her clit and Abe helped her. He palmed her ass, forcing her down
again and again, raising his hips to meet her every time, forcing as much of
himself as he could deep inside her.
�� Ride that fucking dick. Ride that thick
fucking dick��
�� Tamara
lurched forward, her nails biting painfully into Abe�s arms. The man found
himself desperately gulping for air as she rode him faster, harder. Her hips
slapped furiously against his, the wet smacking noise of it and her pleasured
moan unravelled his last thread of restraint.
�� Abe
rolled with her, on top of her, forcing her down hard onto her back as he
thrust deeply and roughly inside her. Tamara closed her legs around his hips,
pulling him closer as pleasure hotly ripped through her. He wasn�t timid or
passive anymore. The beast within her had spoken to his and he was fucking her.
Hard. Deep dicking her until her legs trembled and she was the one left
gasping. Surging in and out of her tight hold, feeding her body his slick
turgid flesh, Abe shut his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth.
He could feel his body tense, ready to
spill inside her, but he wasn�t the only one approaching climax.
�� That�s my girl,� Nek�kem purred,
proudly.
�� Tamara�s
eyes fluttered shut and she arched against Abe, her body shuddering with the
beginnings of a violent orgasm. Her walls closed fiercely around him and Abe
fisted the bed as he thrust deep inside her a final time. His hips were glued
to hers, curving around her rounded cheeks as he burst, gushing his release
deep inside her with a shudder. Her pussy contracted around him and Abe�s lower
back pinched, his hips jerking with a hoarse bellow as her body involuntarily
milked his sensitive flesh. The overwhelming sensation nearly drowned out
everything around him, until her gasping moan, her relieved cry of release,
became a deafening noise.
�� Tamara
clawed at his shoulders as the sound left her. Every muscle in her body
contracted as the column of sound, a beacon, white hot energy ripped from deep
within her abused throat. The noise rattled the walls of Abe�s small room and
carried throughout the B.P.R.D. complex, echoing through every hall and space,
touching every ear as it escaped beyond until it died waning into a breathy
hiss.
�� Back
inside the tiny room, the last vestige of the cry left the woman and with it
the final remains of her strength. Tamara fell with a sigh into the bed, her
arms and legs falling limply at her sides as her eyes shut. Abe, equally
exhausted and spent, spilled unconscious on top of her, deep blue blood rolling
from his ear ports.
�
�� Hellboy
folded his cards and looked to the door, taking the cigar from his lips. �What
the fuck was that?�
�� Agent
Clay shrugged his heavy shoulders. �Shit if I know. You gonna play or not?�
�� That
didn�t bother you?!� Hellboy gawked. Clay continued to stare at his cards and
Agent Willis simply shrugged.
�� It
was just a whistling. Like a mosquito,� he said.
�� A
really big fucking mosquito with attitude,� Hellboy growled, sticking a thick
finger in his ringing ears.
�� Are
we playing or not?!�
�� You
that anxious to get your ass whipped, Clay?� Hellboy smirked, blowing a column of
smoke at him.
�� I�m
anxious to put you in your place,� the man replied. He spread his hand on the
table. �All aces.� He winked.
�� Hellboy
hung his head. �Damn!�
�� Willis
mirrored the big red Agent�s grief. �What do you have a lucky charm shoved up
your ass?�
�� Yeah,�
Clay snorted, reaping all the chips in front of him. �I was surprised I could
get past your mom.�
�� Willis
stared thoughtfully at him. �How is she doing by the way?�
�� Clay
shook his hand with an iffy, side to side motion. �Meh. She wishes you would
call more often.�
�� Their
laughing faded. Through the triple thick doors of Hellboy�s room, the PA system
could be heard, the stoic female voice commanding their attention. The alarm on
his wall began to flash red, the claxon blaring.
�� Hellboy
stood and holstered the Samaritan, tucking the massive barrel at his side.
�It�s time to play kids.�
�� Willis
shrugged on his blazer as did Clay, both men hurried behind the demon as he cut
a path to the debriefing room. Liz saw him enter and turned, uncomfortable
under his gaze. Hellboy could see she was about to bolt and moved to cut her
off. He wanted to explain himself, to laugh off the peck on the cheek as just a
peck on the cheek but the Professor stepped in his path.
�� Glad
you could tear yourself away.� The old man plucked the cigar from his lips and
stamped it out in a beautifully cut glass dish.
�� That
was Cuban,� Hellboy whined.
�� Even
more reason for you not to smoke it. It�s bad for you and illegal. You will do well to remember we are the ones enforcing
the right.�
�� The
red agent hung his head in shame. �Yes, sir.�
�� Why
were we called here?� Liz asked, intervening on Hellboy�s behalf. It hurt him
to be scolded by the man he considered a father and it hurt her to watch it.
�� An
old friend has come back to us,� The Professor turned and handed them each a
file. Inside there was a lengthy dossier and glossy eight by ten of Fabianne
Larrioux.
�� Did
I just not kill this woman?� Hellboy huffed, taking a seat, flipping angrily
through the report. �I miss the old days when you�d drive a stake through
someone�s heart, burn them to ashes and flush �em and they�d have the decency
to stay down.�
�� She
is still �down� as you so put it, but the trouble is keeping her that way,� the
�� Professor began. �Her
followers want to resurrect her and it seems as if it has already begun.� He
moved to the computer and clicked to display the pictures of five women, all of
them beautiful and seemingly happy in the candid shots of them at play.
�� The
faces of all in the room hardened immediately, trying not to concern themselves
too heavily with the bright and smiling faces bathed in the lights of the
projector. They all knew how this would end, how it always seemed to end.
�� They
were all found hung upside down, their throats slit, drained of blood, every
last drop,� the Professor said, clicking his way through each crime scene.
�Once they add the Priestess� remains to it in ritual, she will be made whole
and new again, more powerful than ever. It will be your task to find her remains
before they do this.�
�� I
knew you were going to say that,� Hellboy griped. �When do we leave?�
�� As
soon as possible,� the Professor nodded. �You and Liz will go ahead while Abe
and I begin study on how to properly dispose of Ms. Larrioux once and for all.�
�� Liz
looked around. �Where is Abe anyway? Or Tamara for that matter?� she asked,
hopeful they could take her place. When the Professor shook his head, she knew
it was all for naught.
�� They
just gave me the schematics of the grimoire container so I imagine they are
taking a well deserved rest, especially Dr. Knight. She has been struggling
especially hard with Nek�kem as of late, so I�d like you all to be sensitive to
that.�
�� Translation,
we all need to start wearing a cup again in case she decides to help herself to
the merchandise,� Willis laughed under his breath, suggestively pulling at his
belt.
�� Clay
snickered, �In that case, I might go commando. It�ll be the most action my boys
have seen in a while.�
�� You
both are disgusting,� Liz frowned, folding her arms.
�� Ease
up, Liz. They are just kidding,� Hellboy said, hiding his own smirk. �Even
Tamara has a good laugh at it... when she�s in her right mind.�
�� Liz
pushed passed him to the Professor, her sullen expression not changing at
Hellboy�s words. �Maybe I should stay with Tamara and let Clay take point with
Red.�
�� Tamara
was a good friend but Liz�s reasons for staying with the woman were less than
altruistic. The last thing she needed in her tumultuous existence was another
secluded ride with Hellboy and his awkward advances, especially now that his
mind was firmly set in the gutter. She wished she could have told this to
Professor, maybe then he would have been sympathetic and not tell her no.
�� The
old man looked at her over the rim of his glasses, smiling warmly.� �It may get rough and your power may be
especially useful and Hellboy needs someone to guide him, keep him on the right
path,� he said watching his son joke with the other agents still at Tamara�s
expense. He shook his head woefully. �I would go but my body is growing less
reliable as of late. Do this for me?�
�� Liz
silently cursed, how could she say no to that? �Fine,� she sighed, motioning
over her shoulder. �C�mon, Red.�
�� Oh
and one more thing before you two leave.� Hellboy and Liz paused in the
doorway, looking away from each other to the smartly dressed patriarch. �Do
either of you know what that sound was earlier?�
�� Liz
looked at Hellboy and he shrugged. She had heard the noise, too, but didn�t
know what it was or where it came from and like Clay she described it as
annoying whistle. �I thought it was one of the creatures in holding making
noise.�
�� Hellboy
agreed, �I was thinking the same thing. Sounded like a siren or a barbegazi to
me. But I�m starting to think I heard it a helluva lot louder than anybody else
did.�
�� Maybe
you did, son.� The Professor stroked his beard thoughtfully. �I didn�t
recognize it at all. It sounded like nothing I have ever known.�
�� You
won�t believe how many times a day I say the exact same thing,� Hellboy joked,
making Liz snicker. It made his heart swell to see her smile again.
�� In
any event, it will have to remain a mystery for the moment,� the Professor
mused. �Be safe on your journey.�

New York City, New York, the United States of America

�� Lorra
Witney raised her head from the reports before her, her dark hazel eyes
narrowing as they scanned the massive room and its panoramic city skyline view.
The echo of the reverberating sound found her again and seized her by the thick
of her chest, pulling her upright. Luke Girrard, her business advisor, watched
with trepidation as she burst from her seat and slammed her hands on the table.
She nearly climbed the oblong desk of solid black marble before calling for an
immediate end to the board meeting.
�� Lo�,
what are you doing?� Girrard asked discreetly, nervously smiling to the other
board members.
�� The
meeting is over. Tell everyone to leave,� she whimpered, her head sinking
pitifully between her bowed shoulders. �The meeting is over��
�� The
officers of her New York
office trembled for a moment. They were used to her mercurial temper and
inexplicable behaviour but she never told anyone to leave unless they were
fired. Surely she wouldn�t fire all sixteen members of her directing board,
would she?
�� A
slender young blonde woman looked to her boss with frightened wonder, watching
her arms shake and tremble as she held herself above the table. Lorra sweat
profusely, her eyes screwed shut as if she was in dire pain, slender glittery
ropes of saliva seeping from her slack and open mouth.�
�� Ms.
Witney,� she squeaked, her voice warbling as she stretched closer to her boss.
�Is everything ok?�
�� Witney
threw her head back with a snarl, sending the blonde bounding back reflexively
in her seat. �What is everyone waiting for, I said get out!� she roared,
tossing whatever was in front of her in the direction she wanted them to go.
�Go! Now!�
�� Papers
and folders rained down in the room as the board members cleared out in a huff,
men in expensive and expertly pressed suits tripping clumsily over overturned
chairs as they scrambled for the glass doors at the room�s end. As Lorra stood,
swaying exhaustedly, she came to see that only the young secretary remained,
frozen in place, trembling in her seat. She jumped again as Lorra turned to
face her, hugging her legal pad closer to her chest as the woman stalked
closer, burying her face in her arms. It alarmed the secretary how the normally
graceful and soft spoken woman became the raggedly breathing creature she saw
now. She was so gripped with fear, she could barely lift her face to look her
in the eye, but she did, locking on her unnaturally black gaze. Weren�t her eyes hazel? She wondered
staring curiously with tilted head.
�� Denise,�
Lorra hissed. The deep and sultry sound snapped the woman out of her thoughts,
making her focus on the rest of her, specifically the jagged teeth in her
tightly clenched mouth. �I want you to go outside and cancel all my
appointments for three days. Can you do that for me?� The woman nodded her head
furiously, tossing a bouncing blonde curl over her tearing eyes.
�� Then
go,� Lorra ordered softly, moving to the door and holding it open. The
secretary slowly rose from her chair and then sped through the open exit as
fast her sensible heels would carry her, not looking back as she tore down the
hall.
�� Lorra
grit her teeth as she slid the door to lock and pushed the button that
automatically darkened the eight foot windows that surrounded her. The dismissed
secretary, with her sobbing and whimpering, was drawing attention. Not that it
could be helped in any fashion now. Lorra was sure her other employees were
already gossiping about her melt down in the board meeting, but none saw it as
anything but an emotional crack except Denise. And that was a problem.
�� Now
in total privacy, Lorra passed through the hidden entrance to her adjacent
office, spinning a decorative wall panel to step through to the other side. Her
office was befitting of a woman of her social bracket. Twice as large as the
board room, decorated with pricey, sleek and sharp modern art pieces, polished
chrome, Italian black marble and imported glass. She amassed many things during
her short time here, owned land she had never seen, yachts she had yet to step
foot in, but all of that was in jeopardy now. Seated behind her severe desk she
made a phone call to Washington D.C. Immediately the other line picked up.
�� I
heard it too,� the man said, the southern lilt in his voice strained by
urgency. �It sounded closer to you.�
�� Lorra
nodded. �Just across the Hudson, in New Jersey.�
�� The
man groaned angrily, �Fucking fantastic. It would figure Nek�kem would find
himself in trouble in that dump. Fortunately I was alone in my office in recess
when it happened, you?�
�� In
the middle of board meeting,� Lorra groaned, massaging her face. She stopped to
admire the black marks that began to surface on her hands.� �Although, it is not necessarily a call for
alarm just yet.�
�� Does
anyone suspect?�
�� Only
my secretary,� she sighed. �But I will deal with her later.�
�� The
man hissed heavy into the receiver, �I cannot afford this kind of distraction
now. This is an election year! Something must be done.�
�� I
understand, we must meet to find a solution.�
�� I
should be on my way soon. Expect me shortly.�
�� Shall
I send a private jet?� she asked, smiling. �I have one.�
�� I
have one too,� he chuckled darkly. �A lot�s changed since we last spoke,
Sekmet.�
�� I
am impressed. You have much to tell me, my dear Apris.�
�� So
will Nek�kem,� he grit angrily.
�� As
he hung up the phone, there was a knock on his door, soft and timid. �Justice
Fredrick,� a voice called. �It�s time, everyone is back in court.�
�� The
redheaded man stood and moved to his chamber�s armoire, stretching his six
foot, stocky frame as he shrugged on his cloak. He stared into the full length
mirror of the armoire door as he did, admiring his stately and chiselled
features. Willing his eyes to cease being onyx and return to their naturally
light green colour. The wickedly hashed black markings that crept along his
neck and wrists had to be hidden as well before he was seen back in court.
Fortunately he had some practice at it and not a hair seemed out of place as he
took his seat on the bench as the honourable Brian Fredrick.

A/N:
Thanks pinkhare, Keshley, and kayla. Provided I get myself in gear, you can expect a new chapter around
this time of the week, next week. kayla: I know you can� see it because it has since been pushed down the
page, but I did update �A Union of Convenience
II�, too. Later in the week, I�ll add a chapter to that as well.
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