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inquisitornocturn · 3 months ago

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≪─ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ: ᴄʜ.8 - ᴄʟᴜʙ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀɢʟᴏᴡ ─≫

⋟ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sebastian LaCroix/f!reader the Ventrue neonate

⋟ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: y/n etc is not used, rating - E, mention of past SA, blood drinking, smut, begging, PiV, creampies.

⋟ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: From climbing the corporate ladder to being told you need to feast on human blood - this is your new life, Fledgling. The world has changed for you so drastically, you know you will need time to adjust and your new so called "boss" is not making it easy. He's sending you on tasks that feel like they were designed to get you killed. It makes you furious: at Sebastian, at your vampirism, at your lowly position in this brand new society you just stepped into. Still, LaCroix is just the type to get under your skin with ease, and he does it well. Too well. You are not too sure if you can resist his pull.

⋟ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6,513

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: enjoy♡~

⋟ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: [link]

When you return home to your apartment you are already thinking about how you are going to tackle the Grout task. You heard some unpleasant things about Malkavians and after dealing with Voerman sisters… or whatever they… she… whatever the situation there was – you weren’t impressed by it. Being captured by an unstable Primogen seems like a scenario where you could get your limbs torn off in the end. Or get trapped in a nightmarish scenario that Toreador Primogen laid out back at the meeting.

You know you need to protect yourself, so you count your cash and take some extra from your secure spot behind your bed, then grab your phone this time since you didn’t bring it to the meeting. You need to see Mercurio for some guns and ammo if you want to make it out alive of the Grout mansion. And while you’re not sure there’s going to be a fight there – you are not going to bring just your fists to a possibly deadly situation.

But then you hear a familiar noise of an email arriving in your inbox. You wonder what is it again but without delay you walk to computer and check it. Surprisingly there’s no email address of the sender and the subject just reads: loot.

“Loot?” you raise an eyebrow and click on the message but there’s not a lot in there either.

Santa Monica haven. Tonight.

That’s all.

“I am so done getting fucking cryptic messages all the time.” You frown and click out of the email window. “Why can’t everyone just agree to stop being so fucking mysterious, ugh.” you swear, fully annoyed, but you are intrigued.

You haven’t been to your former Santa Monica haven since you moved out. You’re pretty sure it’s not even your haven anymore, it probably will get passed to a new and highly confused Kindred when the time comes. But you guess it’s still not occupied if you have gotten this message.

After looking at the clock you decide you will have time for a short stop at your former lodgings. After all Mercurio is still residing in Santa Monica on Prince’s orders, so you are sure you will find him in his usual spot, maybe getting some drinks at the Asylum if he’s off duty for LaCroix.

And so you leave. You get into your car and drive to Santa Monica. It never takes you too long to get there nowadays, traffic is always lighter during the night and tonight you enjoy the drive. It’s still raining when you leave, but when you get closer to the city it stops, leaving fresh air that smells of ocean. Deb of the Night is on the radio. You smile, you feel… good.

You are starting to really like this new life of yours. Yes, there’s things to do and ladders to climb, but you like it. You weren’t too conflicted about drinking blood from the very beginning but you can’t deny that you truly enjoy it now. You enjoy the night. You enjoy the atmosphere. You enjoy having your own Ghoul. You enjoy having unique powers. But most of all – you enjoy the politics. You feel like fish in the water because unlike during your life as a CEO - you don’t just simply sit in your decked out office anymore, listening to boring old fat men tell you how stocks are dropping while not being able pull away their eyes from either your legs or your cleavage. Now you have power to move freely and to be physical in retaliation. If occasion arises, of course. You were never the one to dirty your hands, but you’ve found a new passion for doing things your way.

Wind is blowing through your car because you have a window open and when radio turns from talk show to music you turn it louder, smiling even wider, speeding maybe a little too much but still within limits, it’s still better not to alert the cops. You feel… alive. And you laugh. You laugh thinking about all those minimalist offices that you won’t have to see again. You laugh thinking about all the distant relatives who never cared for you, but probably are fighting nail and tooth for your money thinking you’re dead. You laugh thinking how cleverly you claimed all your money and sold all your stocks and portfolios, making yourself insanely rich in the process. You laugh thinking how you will never have to let same old sweaty men slap your ass because you want them to invest into your business. And most importantly – you laugh hard, with almost tears in your eyes, thinking how you will never have to agree to ‘favors’, get humiliated, used, abused, beaten and practically raped so that you can keep your business afloat and your poor old dead daddy’s name one worth of respect.

All of that… gone. Gone when your Sire decided to Embrace you. Gone with the wind, like the one blowing against your face, blowing through your hair, caressing your hands. You laugh, for just a little too long, sounding a little manic even to yourself, but you let it out. The grief and relief, at the same time. Then you finally calm down and inhale deeply, filling your dead lungs with night air. You had to learn even to breathe, but that didn’t stop you from becoming a known name in LA already.

It’s only the beginning.

When you finally arrive at the parking lot, you start feeling better than just good, you feel great. Your worries that you had after the meeting melted away in the highway winds. You realize you have a soft spot for Santa Monica now. Yes it’s a shithole, but it’s a shithole where your new life began. The night patrols and the hookers, bums and party goers, Kindred and Kine enjoying the sunless hours. You like it here.

But when you kill the engine and get out of the car your mind turns to the shopping list. Maybe a bulletproof west, at least couple of guns and plenty of ammo. A knife of sorts won’t hurt either. You are really not sure what you are going to have to deal with when you arrive at the Grout mansion but what Gary said in the meeting does sit heavy in your mind. Weird noises, he said. Those type of noises are never good in your new life. Usually it’s violence and gore. You still remember that freak Gimble and it’s a lesson you learned the hard way.

As you start walking your heels make sharp clacking sounds on the concrete, making you feel empowered. You feel like you rule the night. And in a way you do. All vampires do, but tonight is your night. You don’t know why you feel so elevated. Was it the ride, the wind, or something else, you don’t know. Or maybe it was how Sebastian treated you before you left the Venture Tower. And maybe it’s all these things together. But you feel great and you feel like nothing can go wrong tonight.

First you head for Asylum. Maybe Mercurio will be there but if not – you know you can find a willing Blood Doll or two to quench the thirst you begin feeling. You met one particular girl there that has the most delectable blood you have tried so far, besides Sebastian’s of course, and you are eager to put your lips against her neck again. It’s so easy to seduce her too, she has no clue that you don’t really want to fuck her. You know that for humans the Kiss, as some vampires call it, feels like an orgasm, maybe even better. You can testify because when LaCroix takes your blood, it’s everything at that moment, everything you want or desire.

At the Asylum you chat up the bartender that you stayed on good terms with since you met him and he seems to be pleased to see you in better attire compared to what he saw you in the first time. You two joke about that, then he tells you where to find your Blood Doll. She’s standing by the bar, further from everyone, but when you approach she lights up. She’s eager to give you what you want and get what she wants in return.

You only need to remind her how much you want her and she becomes butter in your hansa. You lean closer, you sink your fangs in, she moans as she grasps at you with needy desperation, you drink. It feels good, it feels right. This is where you belong. And you fill yourself as much as you can stopping before her heart stops beating. Carefully you lead her to the second floor and sit her down on one of the seats. She’s dazed but smiling. You stroke her cheek and leave feeling powerful like never before.

When you step outside the Asylum you look around. Sure you could go to Mercurio or you could check out the haven for the mysterious loot you got the email for. You ponder for a moment, then two, then finally decide you will go to Mercurio just in case there’s nothing at the haven and you will be prepared if someone is going to try and harm you. Being careful never hurts and you went without a gun for long enough.

You take a walk, some men look in your direction, some cat-call you. You ignore them. You’re too good for them and you’re too full to want a taste of their blood. In short time you finally arrive at 24 Main Street and stop looking upon the main entrance. You smile to yourself, it brings back memories. Bloodied Mercurio and you – so fresh and clueless, even if it didn’t happen that long ago. He helped you out so you never told LaCroix about his fuck up with the astrolite. You need allies more than you need enemies or dead Ghouls. And Mercurio has been a stable contact to you in regards to merch he receives: hunting knifes, better lockpicks, general news on things happening in Santa Monica, guns. It was from him you heard that Therese is present and Jeanette is seemingly gone. But nobody knows that you have been there when it happened, that night when both sisters clashed inside one body. And you always preferred Camarilla loyal Therese over the Anarch Jeanette. You were happy to hear that your favorite sister won the inner fight.

With a small headshake you snap yourself out of your thoughts and head inside. When you’re at number 4, Mercurio’s suite, you knock and enter without waiting for him to let you in, he never told you that you should wait, but when the door opens you freeze. You see Sebastian on Mercurio’s couch, one leg resting on another in a manly fashion, one hand on his thigh while another is extended across the backrest of the couch.

“Sebastian? What the fuck are you doing here?” You ask, forgetting any formalities and he grins at you before you hear Mercurio’s actual gasp.

Your eyes turn to find him and you see him by a small personal mini bar, pouring himself an amber liquid, or he was, before you barged in and spoke like that to his Master. Mercurio’s face is pure shock and you look back at Sebastian.

“Is this a fucking set up?” You ask trying not overthink in these five seconds and LaCroix chuckles.

“Of course not. Can I not visit my Ghoul?” Prince slightly tilts his head to the side like he’s egging you to say something else, something stupid.

“What are you doing here?” Mercurio approaches, he seems nervous and immediately you realize that he probably didn’t tell Prince that he’s been selling you guns and info ever since you saved his ass in that astrolite situation.

“I came here to ask for a favor.” You reply, thinking fast. Sebastian lifts his eyebrow, his eyes are on you, studying your face. “I wanted to ask if you might’ve heard where Tung is now.” You say, making eye contact with LaCroix and Mercurio sighs just ever so slightly, he likes the lie.

“I can tell you all I heard later.” He says and he sounds like he’s urging you to leave but Prince obviously has other plans.

“Come, sit down with me.” He smirks and you frown at him, not moving. “Come, come.” He even pats the couch next to him and you silently swear under your breath then walk closer and sit down on the couch, but nowhere close to him.

You know this is a game, you just don’t know what LaCroix has in mind for the end of it.

“Right.” Mercurio is sweating, you can smell it before you see it on his face.

Yet Prince ignores him altogether.

“Tell me, did you enjoy the night ride?” He asks with a smile and you look him in the eyes again, but not before crossing your arms and legs to indicate that you’re not a willing participant in this.

“Got your servants to track me or did you hitch a ride underneath my car yourself?” You snap back and in your periphery you can see Mercurio’s eyes bulging out of their sockets. He most likely never heard anyone talk to his Master like this.

Yet Sebastian laughs, he seems to be in a good mood today, like you were before you saw him here. And you would be happy to see him if you weren’t here to do secret dealings with his Ghoul. Mercurio seems not to appreciate this encounter either. You see him sipping his drink more often compared to someone simply enjoying the drink.

“Maybe I did. And yet you didn’t notice.” LaCroix says with a smirk, looking only at you. What’s gotten into him? Is this some kind of power display? You cannot tell but decide not to play into it, just in case it’s some sort of test.

“I’m sure I’d smell your overpriced cologne a mile away.” You roll your eyes and it makes Sebastian chuckle again.

“Do you like it better when I smell like your perfume instead?” He asks, eyebrow lifted and you and Mercurio are both staring at him now. You open your mouth to speak but he looks at Mercurio with a smirk. “And that’s what I meant when I told you that some women, Kindred or not, can be easily guided through their own emotions.”

“What the fuck.” You breathe out, but Sebastian chooses to ignore you.

“Yeah… I can definitely see that.” Mercurio replies carefully, giving you a glance then looking back at his Master.

“Right. I think that concludes our meeting for today.” LaCroix stands up and straightens out his clothes, the golden ring on his finger seems weirdly bright in this room. “Come to Venture Tower when the time comes for the monthly… allowance.” He smirks but it’s somewhat predatory, fangs showing.

“I will.” Mercurio nods, basically bows to Sebastian, and he turns to you.

“And you, Fledgling, I’m sure you have a task to attend to, do you not?” He asks and you grit your teeth but nod.

“I’ll get to it soon, I need to take care of couple things first.”

“Don’t disappoint me.” Prince says and finally exits, without looking back.

When the door behind him closes you and Mercurio remain in silence, both of you hoping that Sebastian won’t return. And thankfully he doesn’t, you hear the front door open and close.

“Girl, what the fuck.” Mercurio exhales breathing heavily, he looks at you shocked.

“Sorry.” You sigh and shrug.

“Did you try to upset him on purpose? Fuck!” He walks back to the mini bar and pours himself another drink, a full glass of it, then he chugs basically half of it.

“No, Mercurio, listen.” You stand up and walk towards him. “You’re not going to get in trouble, alright?” you assure him and he looks at you, almost scared, and you know he’s scared to lose his blood supply. Ghouls are dependent like that.

“Are you sure?” He asks and you nod.

“Yes. LaCroix pisses me off often, I talk to him like that also often. I’m not dead yet, am I?” You gesture at your body and Mercurio naively looks you up and down like he’s looking for physical damage but he just sees the same suit you wore to the Primogen meeting.

“Well, you are kind of dead already.” He murmurs and you smile, finally relaxing. You clap him on his back with your palm and a grin.

“You know what I mean.” You say and lean closer to him. “Now, I’ve came here for some merch.”

Rest of your dealings with Mercurio go as usual. He shows you what he got and you stock up. You leave his place with a hefty duffle bag while thinking how can you strap all of this onto yourself before you leave for Grout mansion. You start heading for your car but then you remember the mysterious email. You still walk to your car and put the duffle bag away but you also take Colt with you, putting it inside your waistband at the small of your back and some extra ammo that you hide in your inner suit jacket pocket. Just in case.

It’s always just in case.

Then you walk back, towards your former haven. There’s nothing suspicious on your way there but you don’t relax just yet. You have been ambushed before. When you enter the building there’s nothing out of the ordinary there either. Finally you walk upstairs towards the apartment you lived in briefly and stop, listening in. No sounds are coming from inside so you fish out a key out of your pocket and unlock the door.

Or so you think.

The door is unlocked already and you just need to push it for it to open. It’s dark inside but curtains are open and only lights from neon signs are illuminating the shapes of the furniture. You step into the room and flip the light switch, then step back in shock, Sebastian is here, in the kitchen area, leaning against the countertop with his back, his hands in pockets, a smile on his face.

“Surprise.” He says and you frown then quickly step back inside and close the door behind you.

“What the fuck are you doing here.” You say and he shrugs.

“Not the welcome I expected for sure.” He replies, his smile dropping, disappearing. There are flashes of red in his eyes but you can’t tell if it’s from his inner emotions or from neon signs outside.

“You haven’t answered me.” You say as you cross your arms on your chest and he shrugs again.

“Maybe I wanted to have a chat with you while nobody is listening.”

“Did you really follow me?” You rise an eyebrow, but Prince ignores it because he reaches for the radio and presses the button, letting the music fill the apartment space, then hides the hand in his pocket again.

“What were you doing at Mercurio?” He finally asks and you stare him down.

“I told you what I was doing there. I’m looking for Tung.” You stick to your lie and Sebastian inspects your eyes.

“Don’t make me force you to tell me.” He threatens and now you wonder if he really was at Mercurio’s on accident, which would make sense why he’s so suspicious.

“You’re not going to hear a different answer even if you do.” You reply convincingly enough and it seems to work as LaCroix steps towards you, his hands still in his pockets.

“Then why are you here?” He asks, radio still blaring music, thankfully not too loud, and you pause thinking.

“Why are you here?” You reply and he gives an angry looking smirk.

“Because I thought you would be naïve enough to come here.” He says as he stops on front of you. So it was him who sent the message? You don’t know what’s going on anymore.

“Did you send the message?” You ask and get another smirk.

“No, but your email address is on my network, I can read all your messages.” He explains and you try your best to not show any shock or anger.

“Are you going through my emails?!” You ask louder than you want and he shrugs. Again.

“Just the ones my workers inform me about as curious. It’s the first time they informed about one of your emails.” Is he lying? You cannot tell. It sounds sincere enough, but you can’t be sure.

“I have no more information than you.” You state, defensively even, and Sebastian leans just a little closer.

“Oh I know.” He says, somehow there’s a threat in his voice and you find yourself getting turned on. He’s doing it to you again, being demanding, domineering, you find it hard to resist.

“Then what do you want from me?” You ask, trying to sound angry, it’s the only defense against him that you have left and you wonder how long it will take for him to dismantle it completely.

“I’m here to remind you who you are loyal to. I’m sure Strauss tried his best to make you forget it.” Prince says and grabs your arm. You try to resist him but he pulls you against his chest and you struggle in retaliation.

“Let go of me.” You grunt angrily, but he chuckles in response.

“Just earlier tonight you were all about getting some sweet favors from me, what happened?” He asks as he starts walking, guiding you to the desk that once held your shitty laptop on top of it while you step backwards.

“What happened?” You repeat trying to stop him, to stop yourself from walking but he’s stronger than you, taller than you. “You are following me, that’s what happened.” You reply defiantly but shut up the moment your ass bumps against the desk. Prince smirks.

“But I wasn’t. Besides this one email, I generally leave you to your own devices.” He says and with his palms on your hips he lifts you just enough to make you sit on the top of your former desk.

“Sebastian, what are you doing?” You ask as you grip his upper arms for balance, not being able to fight against his guidance, and he looks you in the eyes, smiling.

“As I said, just reminding you who you are loyal to.” He whispers and then he kisses you, harshly.

You feel his fangs grazing against your lips and you open them to let his tongue into your mouth. You manage a small moan as you still grip his arms when he steps closer, his need undeniable, his lips becoming warm. So that’s how it’s going to go. For a moment you focus to let Blush of Life turn you almost human again and the specter of sensations switch from pleasant to intoxicating. His tongue, his arms sliding down your legs, pulling you closer so that your crotch is against his, you actually feel him becoming hard. You blush because now you can, your body responding to Sebastian in all the right ways.

“Not here.” You whisper against his lips and he pulls back just enough to look you into your eyes.

“Why not?” hHe asks and you glance towards the windows, indicating what you mean. Prince smirks in return. “Nobody will see. And if they do – I hope they’ll enjoy the show.” he whispers and presses his lips against yours, not letting you argue. Your face gets redder at the thought of being seen, you’re not sure if you’re embarrassed or even more turned on by the idea, but you close your eyes losing yourself in the kiss.

Maybe he’s right, maybe nobody will see.

While Sebastian is kissing you his hands are getting busy. They move to your pants and work hard to undo them. Then with just one hand he lifts you off the desk, just enough to pull your pants down with his free one. Then suddenly stops when your gun clatters on the desk. He breaks the kiss and looks behind you then softly laughs.

“Did not expect that.” He admits and you smile, then grab the gun and push it to the side letting it slip off the edge and drop on the floor with a heavy thud.

“I don’t follow strange emails unless I’m armed.” You say and LaCroix nods, understanding, then presses his lips against yours again, quickly moving along, rushed his urges.

But your pants are around your knees and when he tugs at your panties you stop kissing him just for a second. His eyes open again and he looks at you, he doesn’t know why you stopped. And to be honest you are not sure either.

“You want this, don’t you.” It’s a statement not a question, so instead of answering you catch his lower lip between your teeth, then gently suck on it. Yes, you want this.

With that affirmation he pulls down your panties. Your heels slip off your feet and drop on the floor with another loud thud, your pants and panties follow with less noise. Sebastian kisses you eagerly again, and when his fangs again scrape against your lips, he makes you slightly bleed, but in response his tongue works to catch every bead of blood that emerges. You moan. It’s too much yet not enough, you find it hard to think, but thankfully you don’t have to.

When you’re back being seated at the edge of a desk, he moves one hand and you hear his belt buckle being messed with. You let him lead while you’re holding onto him, then you hear a sound of fabric being moved followed with a feel of heat from his hard cock as it presses against your inner thigh.

“Come here.” He whispers and you listen, angling your hips for him, your legs wrapping around each of his thighs and pushing him closer.

Your eyes meet and you feel his hand move between the two of you, grasping his cock then guiding it towards you. When you feel the tip of his dick touching your entrance, you bite your lip down, not breaking the eye contact. You want this so bad.

“Ask for it.” He suddenly whispers while beginning to slide the tip up and down against you but not pushing forward and you gasp in response. This teasing is too much, you have not expected this from him. The only time you had sex before he just took you, this is so different.

“Give it to me, Sebastian.” You whisper back and he smirks, his other hand resting on the small of your back, not letting you back away, but it’s not like you would even think of that, you need this.

“Beg for me to fuck you.” He whispers again, he’s vulgar and you find it incredibly hot. You swallow down a moan. Fuck, he really knows what turns you on even if you like to fight it.

“Maybe just-“ You start but he cuts you off.

“Beg for me to fuck you or I’m leaving.” He says harsher now, the tip of his dick teasing you just enough to leave you craving, badly.

“Please, fuck me.” You give in and he finally smirks.

“Excuse me, what was that?” He teases more and you bite your lip down, being held back by your reservations just for a moment longer before you tell him what he wants to hear.

“Please fuck me, my Prince.” You say, your tone is husky from desire and the grin on his face widens.

“As you wish.” He replies and without a warning eagerly thrusts inside of you, filling you deeply. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moan loudly, your nails digging into his arms, tearing at the fabric of his expensive suit.

He starts moving, basically pounding into you, not giving you any time to adjust, and you hear the desk underneath you creak, you feel it slide and bump against the wall. He fucks you harshly, like he wants to get back at you for something, but you don’t know what it is and can’t figure out it either. You’re just happy that this is happening, because you thought it never will. You are simply filled with pleasure.

Then LaCroix makes you lean away from him. With his hand on your chest he makes you lean backwards until you lie down on the desk. He stops thrusting just long enough as he undoes your jacket and your shirt, exposing your bra. But that’s not enough. He harshly yanks the cups of your bra down, exposing your breasts. You hear a hitched breath he’s trying to hide at the sight of you, it’s clear on his face that he likes what he sees and you let him look; out of breath, your hair messy, your chest exposed and his dick inside of you. You know he’s loving the view. And he confirms this by slowly starting to thrust again, his hot palms move to your breasts massaging them. You moan and let your hands drop over your head then you close your eyes, you don’t want to interrupt him because you’re enjoying his touch too much. His fingers teasing your nipples, rubbing them, gently pinching them, it’s driving you crazy.

“Aren’t you just the best girl.” Sebastian grunts as he fucks you, his pace once more harsh and full of power as his palms slide down your naked sides and stop at your hips to keep you in place. “Tell me what I want to hear.” He demands, his voice is gruff, full of lust and you don’t hesitate.

“I’m yours.” You moan, not minding how loud you are. That seems to please the Prince.

“Louder.” He demands and you repeat yourself, louder, your eyes still closed, you just want that sweet satisfaction that he’s been working your body towards.

Then suddenly he stops. Confused you open your eyes and look at him, you were so close you’re practically aching.

“Promise me you’ll be mine.” He says in a very domineering way, looking at you with eyes that speak of possessiveness.

You lift yourself on your elbows first, then wrap your arms around his neck pulling yourself up to his face. You could promise anything to him right now, you just want to feel what you felt back in that tiny office.

“I’m yours.” You say and that seems to satisfy Sebastian because he starts thrusting again.

But you want more, more than just his dick inside of you, even though that does feel absolutely incredible. So you pull at his shirt collar and he lets you, he knows what you want, what you need. He smirks and you feel it against your face as you lean to his neck and unceremoniously sink your teeth into his skin. You moan as his blood seeps into your mouth, slides down your throat, it’s like velvet, the best drug there is. And he still is pounding you, harsher now, while grunting with pleasure too, the desk banging against the wall with a loud thud with his every stroke.

And finally it hits you, the pleasure, the orgasm. Blood in your mouth and Sebastian deep inside of you, the combination almost makes your mind blank out, the experience is like nothing you ever felt before. You moan, maybe even shout, you don’t know. You pull from his neck, unable to focus and feel his arms pressing you firmly against his body as he slowly comes to a stop. You know he reached his high as well. You are both out of breath, clinging to each other, sweaty in your fancy suits.

It takes a good moment for both of you to finally move and when you do, you look each other into the eyes again.

“I wasn’t here to spy on you, I didn’t follow you.” Sebastian whispers and this time you believe him.

“I know.” You say and he kisses you again, passionately, but the Blush of Life is fading in both of you as you got what you physically wanted.

After a moment the kiss slows down, turns into almost lazy making out instead of passion driven attack. And then LaCroix pulls back, you caress his cheek and his jawline as you look each other in the eyes once more.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” He admits and you smirk to him.

“You told me so before, and yet here you are.”

“Indeed. I am.” He smiles in return but moves to step away from you and you let him.

He is obviously attracted to you in some way, either it’s blood, physical desire or just a simple want to control you and claim you. Which one it is – you don’t know, but you think on it as you both fix your clothes in silence.

You take longer to dress than LaCroix, first putting back on your panties, then pants, fixing your bra. When you start buttoning your shirt Prince steps closer and helps you out. You rise your eyes at him and you see that his expression is calm, concentrated on the task. Then he straightens out the lapels of your suit jacket and his eyes meet yours. You are stunned by this moment, it’s somewhat tender, somehow more intimate than the sex itself or the blood sharing.

“Looking presentable again.” He says with a small smirk curling one side of his lips.

“Thank you.” You murmur not knowing what else to say but then he goes a step further and brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You did well tonight. In the meeting.” LaCroix’s voice is low, almost a whisper and you nod.

“Thank you.” You say again, your mind is blank, it makes him chuckle.

“I better get going. Sheriff is waiting for me outside. My absence will be noticed if I don’t return Downtown soon.” He explains and for a second you wonder if Sheriff heard what just happened here, but you don’t have a chance to think of a logical answer when Sebastian’s fingers lift your chin to him. “Be good to me. And I’ll be good to you.” He whispers and your eyes widen, what does this mean? He doesn’t let you answer and plants a short, but quite firm kiss on your lips, then steps back, eyes you up and down and with a smirk on his lips again he pushes one hand into his pocket and leaves after flipping the radio off.

When the door closes behind him, you remain standing where he left you, stunned. Prince’s steps fade downstairs, you hear front door open and close. Silence follows. Finally you snap out of your stupor and look around, then put on your heels remembering the email. If it wasn’t Sebastian who wanted you here, then who? You pick up your gun from the floor and tuck it back against the small of your back and then finally you notice it, a box under your former bed where there shouldn’t be one. You kneel on one knee to get the box out and when you open it you find a katana in there.

“Is this… loot?” You whisper to yourself and your phone suddenly beeps. You take it out of your pocket and check the screen.

It is loot.

“What the fuck?!” You quickly stand up and look around, you feel like you’re being watched. Then another text message comes in. You look at it.

There are cameras. But don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I did enjoy the peepshow tho.

“Pervert.” You say out loud but dread fills your dead veins. Someone saw you and Prince of LA be intimate tonight. It’s not good. Should you tell him? Most likely. But before you can do anything another text message comes in.

Even I need fun sometimes. Don’t worry, nothing was recorded.

You look around, finally noticing at least two cameras. Fuck. How did both of you miss them? This isn’t good at all.

“How do I know you’re not lying?” You ask in the silence of the room and after a short while a new text message comes in.

You’ll have to trust me. But I am watching you.

You decide to get some answers and look at one of the cameras.

“I got an email, being warned that I’m being watched. I presume that’s you?” You wait for another message and it comes after a short pause.

I sent you the message, there is someone else watching you.

“Who?” You ask getting pretty annoyed with the situation, this time the message takes some time to arrive but when it does you see it’s a longer one this time.

I can’t tell you, but make sure to be careful. I’m a friend, not an enemy. The sword is from me as a gift. When we meet one day – you will understand.

You reread the message multiple times, trying to think of all the Kindred and Kine that could actually be on your side no matter how unlikely, but you can’t think of anyone who would be this type of a person.

“Alright.” You finally say and then another text message comes in.

Don’t tell your lover about me. It’s better that way.

“Heh, lover. Sure.” You say more to yourself than to your anonymous so-called friend but then nod towards the camera. “I won’t. But you better not make me regret this decision.”

You hope for another message, a promise of sorts maybe, but nothing comes so you put your phone back in your pocket and look back to the box that has the katana still in it. You take it, weight it in your hand, it feels good and looks sharp but light enough not to hinder you. You don’t know why this stranger is helping you, what’s the end goal there, but you won’t refuse help since you can’t see any threat. Yet.

You put the katana back in the box and take it in your arms. Before you leave you give the apartment one more look-around, then switch the light off and exit, locking the door then leaving the building.

The night air still smells amazing and before you start heading for your car you stop and look back at the windows of your former haven, wondering if anyone saw you with Sebastian from the street and if they did – did they recognize either of you or not. With a small smile at the memory of his touch on your body, you turn and walk away, carrying the box with you.

Next – Alistair Grout’s mansion. You feel ready for whatever comes your way. You’re becoming stronger, smarter and faster. You can handle this. You are absolutely sure you can.

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