Warning: This chapter has lots of bad language and lots of bad behavior. Read at your own risk!
Ivory held her breath until she was safely outside the bar, then she let it all out with a whoosh. She was thankful that her wobbly legs had held her upright, she had been sure they would collapse on her, in front of him even, making a mockery of the very point she had tried to make with the a*s. He thought he could crook his finger and she would come running, Ivory ran for no man.
She had not expected things to go quite so far however; she had only wanted to put the arrogant a*s in his place, instead she had been caught up in the moment with him. Another twenty seconds, and she would have been ripping his clothes off. She frowned. She prided herself on her absolute control over her body and emotions, it was disconcerting that a perfect stranger was able to penetrate her defenses so quickly, and so easily. Just thinking of him made her feel hot all over again.
She slammed the door on those thoughts. Enough with this nonsense. She needed to put him firmly out of her mind, and regain control of herself. She was about to meet with Raven, and she couldn't afford any distractions. Any hint of weakness or inattention on her part could mean her life. Once Ivory was assured that she was firmly back in control of herself, she rounded the corner of the tavern, to find Raven, pacing impatiently.
"You're late." she said coldly.
Ivory glared right back, but held her peace, she knew from experience it was not wise to anger Raven.
Raven brushed off some imaginary dirt from her cloak. "Nothing to say?"
"I was unavoidably detained, I dealt with it, and now I'm here." Ivory said, emotionless.
"The target is not an easy man to get to."
Raven held her hand out, choking Ivory slightly. "Tell me Pet something I do not know, and you had better have made more progress towards our goal than that." She released Ivory abruptly, and dropped her hand back down.
Ivory held her temper in, it would do her no good to lash out at Raven, she had already tried unsuccessfully many times before. All it ever did was land her in the chamber of horrors, and she swore she would never go back there ever again. She would do what she needed to do to survive. She kept her voice even, though it strained her temper even more. "He's the Mayor of Dragon Valley, not some poor nameless soul in a back alley driveway. There is constant surveillance and security on him, and on his family. I have been watching his movements for a couple of weeks now, and he is always conscientious, he never forgets security protocol."
Ivory hesitated, the next part she needed to approach delicately, or she would find herself dead in seconds, or worse. "Only magic could break through that shield they have around them, for the target is unlikely to accidentally leave he and his family unprotected. I cannot get close enough to him to do my job." She left out the part about how Raven could so easily get in and out, for she had the magic to do so. Raven never reacted well to criticism, spoken or unspoken.
"Magic." Raven snarled. "The very thing I cannot use directly against them because they are still protected." Ivory filed that little bit of information for future reference. She wondered who had been strong enough to make Raven powerless to use her magic against them. "I refuse to accept failure. My sources tell me that Braern Kakekili has my Book, and you will get it from him. If you fail, you will die, and it will not be a quick or a pleasant death. I will make you suffer as you have never suffered before." Raven pointed her finger at Ivory.
Ivory shoved back her rising panic, now was not the time to lose her head. Her last imprisonment in the chamber was still etched firmly on her mind and soul, she could not bear to go there again. "Mistress, I humbly remind you that I am not of Camulodunum blood, I have no magic of my own, nothing to force myself within our target's walls. Nothing to bend him to my will, to force the location of this Book from his lips." Ivory held her hands out briefly. "All I have are these two hands, my quick thinking, and my skill with weapons. None of my talents will serve me well, if I cannot get anywhere near him, or one that he loves, in order to draw him in and trap him."
"So, Pete," Colin said as he slid onto a bar stool, "what the f*ck do you know of her?"
"She's trouble." Pete answered without any hesitation.
Colin chuckled. "Of course she's f*cking trouble, that's what makes her so f*cking attractive to me. Now tell me what the f*ck you know about her, starting with why the f*ck you let her into the bar before it was open."
Pete hesitated, then seemed to come to a decision and started talking. "She caught me as I was coming in, and she held a knife to my throat and told me that if I didn't unlock the door and let her in, she would f*cking slit my throat. She was quite persuasive in her manner, so I believed her one hundred percent. We hadn't been inside very long before you came, so I don't really know that much about her, nor do I care to. I would call the police, but I'm afraid she'll make good on her threat and kill me! I have never met someone like her before, or been so scared in all my life."
Colin sighed. "I know. She was quite glorious."
The mixologist gave him a funny look. "If you have a death wish maybe. I can't believe that you...hit on her like that...and she responded like that! I thought for sure she was going to cut your heart out, probably even castrate you, instead you two nearly had sex on that chair!" Pete pointed to the chair in question.
Colin shrugged. "She liked me." Pete looked at him like he was nuts. Colin grinned at him. "She f*cking liked me a lot, I can tell these things. Now, back to..." Colin's phone started to ring. He looked at the number calling, and growled before he answered it. "What the f*ck?"
"There must be another way." Raven quietly raged. "I will not be defeated when I am so close to achieving my goal!"
Ivory cowered back, and hated herself for it. Raven was unpredictable in the best of moods, let alone in the worst.
Suddenly Raven quieted down, and looked thoughtful for a moment. "That man in there, who was he?"
"I don't know what you mean Mistress?"
"Don't lie to me again, Pet." She said in a silky soft voice. "You will regret it, I promise you. Now, the man in that bar, who is he? Did you think I didn't see you acting the wh*re with him?"
"It was only my body." Ivory said tonelessly. "It is a useful weapon, as you are well aware of, I was merely toying with him."
"If you were only toying with him as you say, then why did you not slit his throat when you were done f*cking" Raven paused on the last word briefly,"playing with him? Hmm?" Ivory remained silent. "Well, no matter, as I think about it, I know who he reminds me of, and why. He is one of them, he is a Kahekili, maybe even the youngest son."
"I did not ask his name."
Raven's reptilian eyes lit up gleefully. "How unlike you Pet. I believe he is your ticket to his brother. Verify that I am right about his identity, but I know I am. Verify it and then use him to get to the brother."
"I just told him to f*ck off, he is unlikely to want to see me again."
Raven chuckled. "Then you will just have to charm him, now won't you Pet?"
Colin hung up the call and cursed. "F*ck. I gotta go, something just f*cking came up and it is going to f*ck with my day. When she comes the f*ck back here Pete, looking for me, tell her my f*cking name. She'll find me." Colin was pretty positive about that. He didn't know the how or the when, but he was sure they had unfinished business between them, and it was only a matter of time before she looked him up.
"It's your funeral boss, but I hope like h*ll I never see that woman again!"
"He is not the average man." Ivory said quietly.
"Are you saying you cannot do your job?" Raven asked icily.
"If you want me to carve the answer out of his flesh, then I can certainly do so. If you insist that no harm as of yet come to them, then I will require time. He will not dazzle easily."
"No Pet, no real harm must befall them, until that Book is in my hands. Very well, I will give you two weeks."
"Begging your pardon Mistress," Ivory forced the humiliating words out of her mouth, someday she hoped to be free, and she wouldn't have to beg Raven's pardon ever again,"but two weeks will not be long enough. I need several months, I have a feeling about this one, he will not be so easy to charm." Ivory regretted her choice of words as soon as she spoke them, but it was too late to take them back.
"You like him." Raven said with a wicked laugh. "You like him a lot! How utterly marvelous, no wonder you did not kill him yet, you weren't done playing. Well, my little Pet, you may play with the man for a few months, but no longer. I need that Book. Use him, have fun with him Precious, and when you are done, cut his heart out and feed it to the sharks. You know," Raven said conversationally, "there is nothing quite like carving up the body of the one that you like, or if you love him, that is even better! It is quite...arousing."
Raven licked her lips. "Delicious, I loved a Camulodunum once, did you know that Pet? Yes, it's true, but he did not value me, and in the end I enjoyed taking his life, and that of his wh*re too. You'll soon see my Pet, that they cannot be trusted." Raven stroked Ivory's cheek, and Ivory forced herself to endure it. "F*ck him, then bury him, but do not lose sight of your mission while you enjoy your little pleasures." Raven's fingers painfully dug into the side of Ivory's face. "Are we clear?"
"Yes, Mistress." With a wave and a few words, Raven disappeared from sight, leaving Ivory alone. She frowned darkly.
She wanted nothing to do with that as*hole, he held some sort of power over her that she didn't understand. It was a dangerous power, one that could very well be her undoing, her inner alarm was screaming at her. How to seduce the man, and get him to spill his secrets, while staying coolly detached, that was the question. It had never been a question before. She used whatever weapon she needed to get the job done, whether it was her Garrote wire, her blade, or her body. It really did not matter much to her which one she used, for they all had their own particular pleasure.
Fury rose in her suddenly, the doubts that jacka*s caused her to have, it was beyond pathetic, it was weak, and intolerable. She had survived a childhood being raised by the Mistress of H*ll herself, molded and formed inch by excruciating inch, into Raven's right hand assassin. If she once had a heart, it had long since burnt out of her by the blue fire that licked through her nerve endings in a molten pit of fiery pain. She had begged for death then, when Raven had used the blue fire on her, but she had never received that kindness or mercy from Raven, only more anguish.
Her will back in alignment with her purpose, she strode back into the bar, and noted with great satisfaction the look of fear in the barkeeps eyes when he saw her. She glanced around the room, but did not see the man she was looking for. "Where is he?" she demanded. The mixologist stammered and stuttered, until she pulled her blade out and he suddenly shut up as he turned the color of milk toast. "I won't ask again." Her tone was deadly.
"His name is Colin." The mixologist said quickly. "That's what he told me to tell you. His name, Colin Kahekili, so that when you went back to look for him..." Pete jumped out of his skin when Ivory pounded the counter.
"That f*cking a*shole!" she seethed. So sure of himself that she would go look for HIM. It p*ssed her off even more that he was right, she had to go look for him. It had been a direct order from Raven.
Colin glared at the door.
When he got his hands on the little sh*t, he was going to f*cking kill him.
Jacob was sitting on the floor of the jail cell, lost in misery. It should have gone off without a hitch, if that stupid security guard hadn't just looked in his direction as he was stuffing the socks inside his jacket, he would have been home free. By now he could have been sitting in the comfort of his own house, playing Attack of the Wererabbits, instead of sitting on the cold hard concrete.
Well, he could sit on the bed, but the questionable stains on it made him think the floor was a better choice. Jacob groaned. Then they had to call his parents, except he didn't have parents plural, he had parent, singular. Usually his Dad was out of town, and it was his Grandmother that came and bailed him out. How unlucky for him that his Dad was home this time. He wasn't sure how his Dad was going to react, but he hoped he got here soon. Jacob didn't want to stay in the stink hole any longer than he had to. He just wanted to go home.
"What the f*ck were you thinking?" His father's voice startled Jacob out of his self pity.
Jacob swallowed hard as he got to his feet and walked up to his father. Well, he had always wanted his father's undivided attention, now that he had it, he wasn't so sure he wanted it. "I needed socks, so I took some." Jacob meant his last words to come out defiantly, but instead his voice cracked as he stared nervously at his father, waiting for his reaction. He didn't have long to wait.
Colin snorted. "Dumba*s. We could buy the whole f*cking store, and you steal stupid a*s socks?"
His Dad's sarcastic wit was really starting to tick Jacob off. "It's not any worse than what you've done, and it's not like I tried to steal a car or something, they were just socks."
Colin folded his arms and smirked at his spawn, who was trying desperately not to look scared, but Colin could see through him in a New York minute. "Is that so dumb*s?"
"I wish you wouldn't call me that." Jacob said sullenly.
"Well, f*ck, you act like a dumba*s, then I have to call you a f*cking dumba*s. You think people f*cking wake up one day, and say, hey what the f*ck? Why don't we go f*cking steal a car? F*cking baby steps Jake, baby steps. F*ck, why the h*ll didn't you use your f*cking brain?"
"You mean like you always do?" Jacob threw the words at him.
Colin grinned. "Oh, ho! You trying to follow in my f*cking footsteps or something? I thought you f*cking hated my a*s? Wasn't it you that said you'd rather f*cking die than f*cking turn into me?" Colin chuckled.
"I'm nothing like you!"
Colin nodded. "Ain't that the f*cking truth? I was never f*cking stupid enough to f*cking steal stuff, especially socks. What the f*ck? Socks? At least f*cking condoms I could f*cking understand." Colin shook his head. "Must have f*cking come from your mother's side, stupid a*s b*tch, wh*re." He muttered to himself.
"I'm not stupid!"
"Ha! Who the f*ck is the one behind the f*cking bars? You've been f*cking caught before, the Officer tells me, many times before, so you're not a f*cking first time offender. What the f*ck does that mean? You're f*cking stupid, only a total f*cking moron would go around stealing stupid sh*t. Are you a f*cking retard?" Colin yelled at his son.
Jacob angrily dashed his tears away. "No! I'm not!"
"Prove it, then dumba*s, and pull your sh*t together. F*ck, do I have to wipe your a*s for you forever? F*ck." Colin shifted, and started to walk away.
"Dad!? Where are you going?"
Colin turned back to Jacob. "Home."
"What about me?"
Colin shrugged. "You're staying here for a few days."
Jacob freaked out.
"Dad!" Jacob panicked. "You can't leave me here! The bed is filthy, the walls are grimy, the sink, I can't even imagine what germs are breeding on that thing! There's rats in the walls Dad! I can hear them! And the roaches? Did you see that roach? It's the size of small cat!! I can't stay here...Dad! Dad!" Jacob yelled out at the back of his father.
Colin stopped by the door, and turned to face Jacob. "Well, f*ck, that should f*cking give you something to f*cking think about, now shouldn't it?"
"You're not going to seriously leave me here are you? Grandma never leaves me here!"
"F*ck, she should have let your a*s sit in here the first time you were f*cking picked up for stealing sh*t, then maybe you would have f*cking smartened up by now. A few days won't f*cking kill you, and might even be f*cking good for you." Colin paused, as if thinking about what to say next, before finally saying, "It's what she should have f*cking done with me." He stared at his son. "Use this f*cking time wisely, and prove that you're f*cking smarter than your old man." With that, Colin left, and shut the door firmly behind him.
Jada giggled. "I can swing higher than you can!"
"Can not!" Nickolas pumped his legs harder, trying to keep up with his sister.
She was silent, he'd give her that, but he seemed to have developed a sixth sense when it came to her, his body was already awake and very aware of her, and she hadn't said a word, or made a noise...yet. "I wouldn't have taken you for the type that likes little girls." Colin couldn't help the grin that slid over his face at the sound of her husky voice, though he knew if she saw him smiling it would p*ss her off. He had known she would find him. It almost made the trip to the f*cking park worth it.
"I'm not." he assured her, without looking back at her. She was so skittish, he could sense her indecision, like she was one step from turning around and running away. He didn't want to risk her taking off, so it was best to play things cool. Like she didn't affect him at all, and that he could care less if she stayed or left. Good thing he was a f*cking fantastic actor. "That female spawn of mine is too much like her f*cking mother, and she drives a hard f*cking bargain." Colin wouldn't admit to it out loud, but he was f*cking proud of her. D*mn, the way she had f*cking blackmailed him into taking both her and Nick to the park, it had bordered on f*cking genius. Even as it had f*cking p*ssed him off.
Ivory asked, surprised, "The girl is yours? I wouldn't have taken you as the doting daddy type either."
Colin shrugged. "I'm not, I was f*cking shanghaied by a f*cking pint sized mafia boss, she's going to f*cking rule the world some day. I hope she f*cking enjoys this day, cause I won't f*cking fall for her f*cking blackmail twice."
Ivory seemed amused. "You were outwitted by a little girl?"
"She's not your average f*cking little girl." Colin answered, darkly. He pointed to the boy on the swing next to her. "That's my f*cking spawn too. He's not as f*cking bright as his f*cking sister, too much of his dumba*s b*tch of a mother in him. All that softy sh*t that makes me want to f*cking puke."
"Two kids then." Ivory filed that information away. There was no telling when it would prove useful. For as much time as he seemed to stay away from his home, she had thought the kids belonged to his father. She frowned at herself. Sloppy work, she should know better than to assume anything.
"Three, if you're counting. So, have you come to f*ck and make up?"
She stiffened. "Why the h*ll would you think that?"
"You found me, so obviously you want me for something, must be because you need a good f*ck." Ivory walked around the bench to face him, he could see her simmering beneath the surface. Colin managed to hold his grin back this time, he had her hook, line, and sinker, it was time to reel her in. "Come on Angel, you know you want it." he taunted her.
Ivory straddled him. "You want to f*ck?" She leaned closer to him until her lips were just centimeters away from his.
"Right here in front of your kids?"
Colin grinned up at her. "I'll f*ck you wherever or however you want Angel. They're busy, and not f*cking paying me any attention anyway."
"You know," she whispered, as she ran her hands over his shoulders, and down his chest, "I'm picky about who I f*ck." She brought her hand up to trace his jawline, bringing her lips back to just barely touching his. Ivory wiggled on his lap, and she felt him clench her a*s in response. She had pegged him as a hands on guy, and knew her body would be her best weapon of choice for this assignment. Unfortunately, it seemed her weapon was double edged, she was actually getting turned on, and more than tempted to just f*ck him here.
But then what? She would be just another notch to him, and he would walk before she got the information she needed. Failure was not option, she had to keep him engaged.
"Do tell." he murmured, as he begin to trail kisses down her neck, he placed his hands under her dress, and fingered her panties. She moaned, and her body jerked involuntarily. "F*ck, you're so hot." he muttered thickly.
She nipped at the corners of his mouth, teasing him, and herself, as she rocked her hips back and forth. "I don't f*ck strangers for one." She whispered.
He slipped his fingers inside her panties. "Colin, pleased to f*ck you."
"Ivory," she panted, her body was on fire, begging for release, but she had more important matters than the needs of her body. She had nearly forgotten her reason for being with him, in the haze of sexual need, and the remembrance of it now, brought her no pleasure. She had never been this close to the edge before with a target. Usually it was her getting them into a frenzy, while she coldly f*cked them, and if ordered to do so by Raven, slit their throats, or carve their flesh as they screamed for mercy. Raven loved to watch Ivory f*ck others, and she loved the pools of blood afterwards even more.
She pushed on Colin until he was laying on his back, her on top, the position of power and control. Colin merely cast a wicked grin at her, as he reached up to grab her breasts, but before he could, she leaned down and kissed him, hard. She was melting in a pool of sensation, and heat. The exquisite pressure was building up inside her, but she summoned her strength, and pulled back, staring into his gorgeous eyes. What was it about this man in particular, that tempted her so?
He wound his fingers through her hair, and tugged on her, trying to pull her closer to him again. If she kissed him again, she would be lost, and her mission a failure. She could not fail.
She licked her lips. "I only f*ck those I date." she lied.
Colin looked at her skeptically. "Really?"
"I don't f*ck on the first date either, just so you know." She made herself pull away from him, and stood up.
Colin sat up, confused. "What the f*ck does that mean?"
"It means Romeo, that you're taking me out to dinner tonight, at 7 pm. Here's my address." She wrote down an address and handed it to him. He took it automatically, then stared at it. "Don't be late." She started to walk away.
"What the f*ck?" Colin yelled out after her. "Why the f*ck should I f*cking bother with you, when I could f*ck any number of women without f*cking going on a f*cking date? I don't f*cking do relationships!" Colin was p*ssed. How dare the b*tch?
Ivory turned and gave him a smoldering look. "I'm well worth it. Are you, lover boy? Hmm, well that remains to be seen."
For the second time in his life, Colin found himself watching a woman walk away from him, the same f*cking woman. F*ck. He didn't need her sh*t. He had f*cking women calling him at all hours of the f*cking night and day, just waiting to be f*cked. There was no f*cking way he was going to date some b*tch. He just didn't do relationships, everyone f*cking knew that. "Come on you little sh*ts!" he yelled to his kids. "I'm f*cking ready to go."
What the f*k was he doing? He was letting the wrong head lead him around.
He glared, turned his back to leave, then turned back around. F*ck. Why the f*ck couldn't he stop thinking about the f*cking b*tch? Why the f*ck was he acting like some pansy a*s? His body was f*cking aching, he hadn't f*cked any one, or jerked off since he met the b*tch. He was surly, frustrated, and f*cking horny as h*ll. Sh*t. He wanted to f*cking walk away, almost as bad as he wanted to f*ck her.
Instead he felt compelled to rip her front door open, without f*cking knocking, and storm into her house. Dating. Him. F*ck, the world was coming to a f*cking end. Her feet were propped up on a coffee table, and she was lounging on the couch. She glanced cooly at the time, and then said flatly. "You're late."
Colin glared at her. "I don't f*cking care.
Ivory gracefully rose to her feet. "Temper, temper." She walked towards him, a slight smile on her lips. "Come along then Romeo, and I'll teach you how to be with a real woman, and not those little girls you've dealt with in the past. And if you're good," She sidled up to him, "I'll give you a taste of what a f*cking real woman is like."
Notes: I just wanted to say thank you again to Jenn, for loaning me her Ivory sim for my story. Ivory Mist is available to be downloaded here, but you must be registered to see it. If you are interested in the real Ivory, check out Jenn's thread, where she posts stuff not only about Ivory, but about all of her lovely rainbow sims. =)
Aaaand---Raven is back! Way long time ago, I put her on ice so to speak, in case I ever wanted to bring her back. Raven is back and is pulling Ivory's strings. And I hope you all got the gist that Raven is a nasty, twisted person, lol She was referring to Ethan btw, in case that wasn't obvious. The one she *loved*. She was chosen to be his Mate, but well, he met Kei, lol, and the rest, as they say, was history.
I am going to attempt to put some closure to some of my plotlines, since I am getting closer to being finished with this challenge. What's awful though, is my memory, and I have to keep looking up my own stuff, lol :P So we'll see how that all goes!
It's not the first time that Jacob was caught stealing, but it is the first time he actually had consequences for it. Jacob is his father's son, and he can't resist a challenge, so he'll prove to his father that he is better than him, and this should pretty much keep him on the straight and narrow now.
Colin and Ivory. *sigh* They are a challenge to write, but I think of them this way: As two wounded animals, snarling and snapping at each other as they circle around, both drawn in and repelled by each other at the same time.
Gen goal is social bunny, so Colin has been dutifully making his rounds, like taking his kids to the park for a group outing. Strangely, they all had a great time, lol Jada is quite the scheming little munchkin, she has learned what makes her Dad tick. Nick is really quiet, and likes lots of hugs. He pretty much follows Jada's lead.
I don't have to worry about his fighter goal, Colin takes care of that himself. I turn my back for 2 seconds, and he's off fighting some guy, they probably disrespected him, lol He can't stand to be disrespected.
A few outtakes, just for fun!
Ivory wonders, why me??
If looks could kill...
Vampires live...FOREVER!!! Case in point---here is Tristan Van Gould, alive and well, and still young looking!! Egads, he buried his wife (Nira Kahekili) eons ago, most of their kids were vamps as well, so they are still running around too. Genetically, Tristan is Cece's sim. =)
Thanks for reading! Next chapter will show Colin as boyfriend material, lol And Ivory as girlfriend material, ha! =D Will the world end?!