[Sickpuppy]

Sorry, haven't had time to read this yet, but I will, and I am excited, but time has been so short lately, gotta go, bye

[Stormrazor]

A rattling noise, followed by a distant thunk of a drawer closing finally roused Devon. He groaned, winced and scowled. His mouth tasted of metal and he had trouble focusing, but most of all he felt like a complete idiot. A lucky idiot to be sure, since he wasn't dead, still on the couch and as far as he could tell still had all his organs.

Before he could berate himself any further he heard footsteps from further inside the house. Devon grunted softly and rolled off the couch to his knees his self accusations swept aside by a growing flame of anger. Gritting his teeth. He rose to his feet, fighting the roiling nausea that threatened to make him double over. What the hell did she drug me with? The thought fanned his anger higher.

She had obviously drugged the coffee and he hadn't even suspected a thing. He had seen the warning signs, but ignored them because he wanted to fuck her. While his gift got him what he wanted, it certainly didn't get him what he really needed. It also occurred to him that it likely was no coincidence she was on the trail when he was shot. Devon shook his head in self disgust.

The muted sound of the garage door opening finally galvanized Devon into action. Rushing to the front door, he stumbled out into the snow. The chill air cleared his thoughts as did the sight of Susan in her car, pulling out of the garage. She turned her head and saw him, her eyes wide in shock.

“Stop!” he demanded, his power lashing out laced with fury.

Susan pressed the brake and the car lurched to a halt. He could see fear clearly etched on her face through the car window. Growling orders which Susan had no choice but to comply to, she soon had the car back in the garage. Marching her back into the living room she stood in front of Devon, trembling.

Devon's face was twisted in rage. “What the fuck did you drug me with?” he spat. His power was palpable, a static charge in the air.

“I.. “ Susan struggled. “Rohypnol,” she finally admitted, then shook her head. “You shouldn't be awake yet... How are you doing thi..”

“Why did you drug me?” he snapped, cutting her off. “What the hell is going on? Tell me the truth.”

Susan wanted desperately to bolt, but she couldn't seem look away from him. Her resistance crumbled like drywall hit with a sledge, and her words spilled out in a rush. “I panicked. I swear I was just supposed to get blood samples and leave town! I didn't expect you to show up.. and then feeling the overwhelming need for you.. It scared me.” She flushed at the last admission.

Devon's brows furrowed. “Blood samples?” He recalled Brenda saying he had needle marks on his arm when the EMTs brought him in. “You got blood samples from me after I was shot?”

Susan nodded, her whole body quivering.

“Why?” Devon's confusion blunted his anger.

She shook her head, her eyes wet with shame “I..I was hired to do it. I needed the money. My husband died last year and I lost my job at the hospital.”

Devon shook his head “Why were you hired to get a blood sample? Who hired you?”

Susan answered honestly “I don't know why they wanted it. She never told me.”

“She? They? How about you just tell me everything you know.” Devon's voice was calmer.

Susan took a deep breath, he body visibly relaxing at Devon's change in tone. “The woman who hired me. Her name is Vanda, at least that is what I think she said.. She had a strange accent. There were other people on this job too but I don't recall any names. I was put up in this house and simply told to wait for a call and instructions.

“When the call came I was told to jog on the trail past you. I was supposed to flirt with you. Get you to.. “ She flushed again. “...be with me, then knock you out and get the blood samples.“

She shook her head then looked at him, her moist eyes pleading to believe her. “I swear I didn't know they were going to shoot you. Something must have happened to change the plan. When you were shot I didn't know what to do. Vanda called me then. She told me to get the samples and to get out of there but .. I couldn't just leave you there to die.”

Devon stepped back, his expression softening. “So instead of running, you called 911?”

Susan nodded and swiped a hand over her cheek, drying it “I hid the sample vials in the bushes while waiting for the ambulance. It was cold enough for them to keep until yesterday.”

“What did you do with the samples?”

“I game them to a courier last night and she gave me airline tickets to leave town today. Then you showed up this morning. I had no idea what I was getting myself into..” She hugged herself to keep from shuddering, then tugged at her lower lip with her teeth. “What are you going to do with me?”

Devon rubbed his temples, pondering out loud. “I have to assume I'm still being followed. Which means they know I'm here. Hell they probably saw me stop you from leaving.”

He glanced involuntarily at the curtained window, feeling for a moment like he was in a bad spy movie. On one hand he could just leave Susan to face the people she got herself tangled up in They'd probably pump her for information, but would they let her go now that she had been found out? Was she now a loose end?

Devon's power ensured that she was telling him the truth. She had gotten in way over her head, which was pretty much how Devon felt. Regardless, he knew he couldn't just leave her to an unknown fate. But what was the alternative? Take her with him?

“Could I stay with you?” Susan asked meekly, echoing his thoughts. Her voice cracked slightly. “Please?”

Devon scrunched his eyes a moment and missed his old quiet life. No amount of sex was worth being stalked, shot and drugged. Regardless of what Susan had done to him, he had used his power on her and now felt responsible. Of course he wasn't convinced that being with him would be all that much safer, but right now he couldn't think of any alternatives.

He also thought about Brenda, and what she would think of Susan and this predicament. His mouth twitched with guilt as he thought about their last meeting.

“Alright,” he agreed with a sigh. “At least until we can find someplace safe for you.”

This post has been edited by Stormrazor: 21 July 2010 - 11:44 PM

[Stormrazor]

Had to put in a few edits that were left out.

As always, any feedback is appreciated. Even if it is "I didn't like it" Constructive criticism on story, writing style, characters, etc. are especially welcome.

[Sickpuppy]

well sir... I liked it

[Stormrazor]

Thanks, Puppy.

[Telgar]

Great job keep it up. oh and here is a link to a site you might find interesting, It has a lot of good wrting techniques, I found it very helpful. It is a blog by the guy who writes the Dresdin Files. http://jimbutcher.livejournal.com/

[Sickpuppy]

what now... what comes next?

[Telgar]

Hey Stormrazor, you still working on this? I am egerly awaiting your next update.

[Stormrazor]

Thanks Telgar. I've been taking a long break from writing as I work on other projects. I did start writing again this week, but I'm taking it slow as my muse is a very fickle mistress.

[Sickpuppy]

Do you want me to spank her?

[Stormrazor]

Sickpuppy, on 21 October 2010 - 09:30 AM, said:

Do you want me to spank her?

I'll tie her up first, then you can have your way with her.

[Sickpuppy]

great

(morphs his paw to a dolphin flipper for greater ass contact)

[Rusty Shakleford]

Great stuff Stormrazor
I hope there will be more

[bright yellow]

Hey this is great stormrazor it was just starting to get really interesting.....pppplllease continue, I am not much good at constructive critiscm but I love the story and the characters and would def. by the book if it were available.
BTW can you pls let me know all the details of the ritual and how to make it work like the guys at the begining of the story, tho am hoping there's a way to get the gift without actually having to kill someone, I can see a lifetime of fun and adventure ahead....thanks again yellow

[Ximocbaj]

I should be studying...