My Little Ventrue Pt. 08 Ch. 10

The second part was going to be worse, but for now, she was focusing on the first part. Creating a body for her dead love.

"Is she lying?" Triss said.

"I don't know, deary," Black Blood said, and again Triss shivered. The fact his voice changed to match his host's was god damn weird. "But this would be easier if I had her tools."

The fact Black Blood could, on the fly, possess Elen, and actually use some of her magical flesh manipulating abilities, was damn fucking amazing considering he wasn't supposed to be able to do much to anything that still had a soul. But still, Triss ground her teeth in frustration and almost started yelling. Every fucking barrier they ran into was infuriating. No matter how many times she told herself this whole attempt to resurrect Julias was bound to failure, no matter how many times she reminded herself of what the Crone told her, she couldn't help but get her hopes up a little, which of course meant she got super fucking pissed the moment she ran into a problem.

"There are three elders in that tower, Black Blood, not to mention Jack. That's four people that could kick my ass instantly."

"Jack," Black Blood said as he worked on the woman's face, flesh sliding far more than it should have. Literally rearranging the woman's face. "That boy, a lot has happened since I last saw him."

"I suppose Jacob's kept you up to date. And you kinda saved the day, when you gave Sándor an opening back there, to stop the ritual. You saw what Jack's become."

The old woman smiled, but continued to cut into the sacrifice's face. "The curse inside him is... interesting. It's been ages since I've seen something like it."

Black Blood had run into something like it before? That was useful information. She almost asked, but shut up before she could. Better to bring it up to Jack, without Black Blood knowing.

Triss rolled her eyes, doing her best to pass off how scary what he'd just said was. "Focus BB. You have no way to manipulate Jack into working for you, no leverage."

Black Elen Blood chuckled, a weak and sad little sound, but he-she nodded as he-she continued his-her work. "Don't I?"

"No. And if you fuck with Jack, consider our deal terminated."

Again, the old woman chuckled, voice half mixed with the bassy vibration of the demon possessing her. "Alright dear."

"As for the book and shit, I have no idea how to get them. No way in hell. I can't sneak in there. Jacob couldn't sneak in there, not with the fucking sheriff around. Plus, you know, dozens of thralls with guns and probably flamethrowers and shit."

Jen made a thinking noise. "Breaking into the Elysium Tower is a lost cause. But, we do have another way in. Rather, another person."

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~~Jack~~

He grumbled and groaned, and Jessy laughed.

"Come on, your mom looked happy."

"I don't trust him."

She shrugged, hooked an arm over his shoulders, and gestured to the city around them as they walked the street. "No one trusts anyone, dude."

"You don't trust me?"

"Ha, you know what I mean." She rubbed his buzzed head before letting him go.

"I don't trust Jacob, and as much as Antoinette trusts him, a little, I don't think she has a good perspective on it."

"You don't? She's gotta be pretty damn smart to be as old and successful as she is, ya know."

He shook his head. "Ever had a friend you watched degrade into a... a bad person, despite your efforts to help them? And you were convinced if you just gave 'em a chance, they'd come through for you?"

That struck home, and she lowered her eyes as they walked. "Yeah, I have."

"And did they pull through for you?"

"No, they didn't. But the Prince is old, Jack. She's gotta be smart enough, or at least wise enough, to not make that mistake."

His turn to shake his head again. "You'd think, but Antoinette is... a bit of a softy, honestly. Yeah sure, a lot of people in the city think she's some kinda ice queen, and she can be when its time to get professional, but her friendship with that old fucker is ancient." Daniel saw it. The sheriff had no delusions about Jacob, and would happily cut the man's head off if he saw an opportunity and reason. Jack was happy for that, at least. "So yeah, the Prince thinks Jacob can be trusted, and I'd be an idiot to ignore that, cause you're right, she is smart and wise. But at the same time, she's not a robot. She and Jacob have a history."

"Like she and Elaine do."

"Y... Yeah." He winced and looked up at her. "What do you think of her?"

"Elaine? Smoking hot. Got that tall, busty model looking going for her."

Jack groaned, earning a laugh from the Gangrel.

"No, I mean--"

"I know what you mean. Can she be trusted? Or at least, trusted more than any self-respecting vampire would trust someone in this kinda circumstance. Honestly? I don't fucking know, man. I met her eyes, and she... well, she kinda reminded me of Viktor."

A chill ran up Jack's spine. "Yeah. That secret has slipped out, and I guess now she doesn't really mind people knowing she's my great grandsire."

"And Viktor was a fucking sociopath."

"Maybe he wasn't always? I have a hard time imagining Elaine willingly siring someone like the Viktor I met."

"Or, maybe Elaine was different back then compared to now?"

He nodded at that. It was possible. Elaine told him as much, that she was a completely different person back then, ran through the woods with pet wolves at her side and stuff.

Speaking of pets. He looked up, and smiled as he noticed Mulder and Scully perched on a powerline. They'd come down for some cuddles and snacks later, but for now, it'd be damn weird to walk around all these people with a couple crows perched on his shoulders. And he didn't want them with him when he was underground in Isabella's lair.

"Maybe," he said, "maybe Viktor wasn't always the asshole we knew. He sired Julias, and he had to know Julias was... was--"

"Better than the fucking rest of us." Jessy sighed, shook her head, and slipped an arm over his shoulders again. Half hug, while walking. Not comfortable, but a glance up told him he should let her do it. "Christ, still can't believe he's gone sometimes."

"Me neither. But, you knew him a lot longer than I did."

"I did yeah. I never got as close to him as you did, Jack, but yeah, knew him most of my second life. I--" She stopped hugging him, made an awkward cough, and fixed the shoulders of her suit. "No sissy shit. We're supposed to be enforcers here, and get Isabella back in line. Let's go." She didn't hesitate a moment last night to show everyone her nipples, and get pretty damn ballsy with an elder vampire, but to let it show that she was genuinely sad over Julias's death? That was a line she couldn't cross, not yet at least.

That was fine. Eric had that covered, Jack was sure. They were a great couple, and he was happy they got together, and not Fiona. Eric was good for Jessy, and honestly, Fiona was good for Damien.

The two walked the street in silence for a while, on a slow path to the Lamanar Theatre. Michael and Jack had talked after his few weeks of meditation practice with Elaine, and concluded that if he felt the curse was under control, the man should get back to work. Work, in this case, meant having a talk with Isabella Leauvion and Hella Vendram. The two lovers were neglecting their duties -- they were supposed to be a thorn in the Carthians' sides -- and Michael wanted to remind them that just because the hunters were defeated, they didn't get to sit around doing nothing.

So Jessy and Jack, two Right Hands, were going to pay an unannounced visit, and remind them. Jack was down with the idea. Supposedly the hunters that remained in the city were still in Isabella's care, and Jack wanted to see just how caring that care was.

"So, last night," Jessy said. "Wow." Of course, with time to recover from talk of Julias, Jessy's more normal personality reemerged. Give it to the Gangrel, she bounced back fast.

"Yeah, wow."

"Like what you saw?" She gestured to herself. At the moment the both of them were in suits, full on secret agent suits that practically screamed hidden pistol.

He rolled his eyes. "You're hot Jessy, and you know it."

She grinned. "Yeah, but it's still great to hear."

"What, Eric doesn't tell you?"

"Oh he does, but you can never have too many compliments." She grasped the air and put her hand in her pocket, as if saving the compliment for later consumption. "But, damn, lot of tits at that table. Elaine and Fiona have huuuge boobs. And of course, your freaky lover's got tits the size of Georgia."

"They're not that big."

Jessy set her hand on his shoulder, leaned in, and gently hit her forehead against the top of his head. "Dude, yes they are."

He pushed her away and did his best to hide his smile. Fail. "Don't suppose you could act like a proper lady for the rest of the night?"

"Fuck that. Last night's put me into perma horny mode. Natasha and her boys are fucking perfect, aren't they?"

"From the conversation, it sounded like you've seen them having sex already, multiple times."

"Yeap. Surprised you haven't seen the tape. Natasha's become a full-on porn director. Your lover's seen it."

He shuddered. "Antoinette's just respecting Tash's privacy, probably."

"I bet if you asked Tash, she'd trade."

Oh god, he knew where this was going. "You just want to see me having sex with the Prince."

"Bingo!"

"You know if we were kine, working for some normal business organization, I'd report you to HR?"

"But we're not kine. We're vampires, and you know as well as I, the best god damn fucking thing about our seconds lives, is"--she leaned in close again--"how good we are at fucking."

Again, he pushed her away, and again he failed to keep the smile off his face. Yeah, it was true. With a little will and vitae, a Kindred's body Blushed Life, and as long as the Kindred had the vitae to fuel it, they could push their body to pretty massive biological extremes. He'd gotten a lot better at it in the past near three years, and now, if he wanted, he could orgasm and stay erect as much as he wanted.

But Antoinette insisted they don't let things go too far. She had a few stories for him about powerful vampires who literally held meetings while their ghouls gave them fellatio and whatnot. Elaine admitted to having a meeting with Antoinette about dragon business while the two of them were fucked by some ghouls, too, back in their heyday. Not exactly an objectively bad thing, but too much of anything meant the impact of it lessened.

"Besides," Jessy continued, "I don't pester everyone like this. But you? Fair game. Natasha? Ha, took years to get her to come out of her shell, and the result has been fucking glorious. Damien and Fiona? Well, Fiona didn't take much to nudge her out of her shell. Basically had no shell when I found her."

"Found her?"

"Mhmm. Fucked Eric while she was sitting right next to him. He fingered her. Great times."

"I'm guessing this was before Damien started dating her."

"Ha, of course. And I bet Fiona's constantly using her big doe eyes to drive Damien crazy."

Jack groaned, annoyed with Jessy for putting images of his friend fucking Fiona in his head. "Like at the ball."

"Exactly. Whoda thought church boy would fuck his girlfriend hardcore like that, on the roof of the Black Hall, where everyone could see her tits bouncing around?" She brought her fingers up to her mouth and kissed them, like a chef celebrating a masterpiece of a meal. "And after last night, I am fucking dying to see what it's like when you fuck the Prince."

"Of course you are." Maybe he could use this as leverage? If Jessy was so desperate to see him and Antoinette, there had to be a way he could turn that to his advantage. Maybe get her to do him a favor or something. "Aren't you into bigger dudes?"

"Eh, sure, I guess. I mean yeah, big tall and handsome is a preference, but it's not like it's required. Like, you obviously like the big tits, but I know the Prince's ghouls don't have em."

"True." No point in denying that. He'd fucked Ashley and Julee plenty of times, and found their thin bodies and small breasts intensely attractive. Just because he preferred large breasts didn't suddenly change that small breasts were hot as fuck, too.

"So, like, is it kinda like a mommy kink?"

"What the fuck? No. No there is no mommy kink involved in my lovemaking with Antoinette."

"Aw, come on, not even a little? Never called her mommy even once?"

"Not once."

She pouted. "But, you do do the shit I'm thinking of, right? Like, hug and hold her while you have slow, gentle sex, and suck on her tits?"

He growled up at the Gangrel, but he couldn't find any real anger to put into it. Jessy was just being Jessy, and after last night, he couldn't blame her for being fixated.

She went on. "Or maybe you lie down on her lap, and suck on her tits while she gives you a handjob? Or maybe you sit on her chest, and fuck her tits? Or maybe--"

He held up his hands. "Yes, okay? Yes, we do a lot of that kind of stuff." And some other stuff, but no need to fuel the damn woman's growing obsession. "Figured you wouldn't be into that sort of stuff."

"Not really interested in it happening to me. But to see a little pipsqueak like you, deceptively sexy and ripped you little fucker, getting buried in tits and just covering them in cum over and over?" She groaned, and unlike his groan, hers sounded like an animal mid sex. "That's hot shit, man."

Okay, if he was going to use this leverage, he needed to plant an image in her head she couldn't resist.

"Last night, Antoinette and Elaine buried my dick in their breasts, and Ashley and Julee ate them out." He grinned as he said it, noticing how Jessy's jaw dropped in the corner of his eye. "It took a long time, but after like, half an hour, Elaine and Antoinette had cum so many times and had been grinding on me the whole time, I came all over them." Some pedestrians raised a brow as they walked past, but he didn't care.

"Fuuuuuuck."

"And then Ashley sat on my dick. Antoinette sat on my legs, Elaine on my stomach, and they squashed her between their soaked tits, as they grabbed her hips and ground her back and forth."

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

"So of course they Kissed her, and basically humped her while she came, and I came, and--"

"No! No no no!" She grabbed him by the suit jacket and shook him. "You're lying."

Bullseye. "Nope. Ashley absolutely drenched me, being doubled Kissed like that. Then they replaced her with Julee, and we went through the whole process again. I--"

Jessy pushed him off the large sidewalk, and into an alley. Her eyes were wide with manic hunger, and she pinned him against a wall as she glared at him.

"You've never talked about your sex life like this before. You have to be lying."

"Nope." He grinned, one of those evil, playful grins he learned from his sire.

Jessy burst into whining groans and threw up her hands. "You asshole! Show me!"

"Nope." He felt a little bad about abusing this. Much as he loved sex, like everyone in Dolareido, Jessy was clearly a sex addict. She'd happily have meetings in the middle of an orgy if others would let her.

"God damn you Jack. You just won't show me because--"

"You know Antoinette would happily let you watch us have sex, Jessy. Old and powerful as she is, and a Daeva, she loves to be the center of attention. You probably noticed it at the club, if not before. She'd fuck in the center of Bloodlust, complete with an audience, if she thought she could control the media freakout." Porn and other sex-oriented material had a habit of going viral instantly, and beyond the control of any governing body.

She grit her teeth and glared harder. "Ok, so... Wait, you're trying to manipulate me. You want me to do something, or get you something, for a peek of the action?"

"Yeap."

"You sneaky fucker," she said, and he smiled. "You sneaky god damn fucker. Fuck you, fine. What do you want me to do?"

"Handle the talking when we meet Isabella. She... she uh..."

Jessy burst into laughter, and nearby people looked into the alley as they passed.

"Dude, you fucking serious?"

"She's scary!"

"She's just a pretty girl who knows it and uses it, paired with some serious ice queen vibes."

He shuddered and shook his head. "I can feel my balls freeze and pull back up into my body when I'm around her."

That earned a laughing snort from the Gangrel. "Yeah, she's like Antoinette without the nurturing half. No idea what Hella sees in her."

Jack shrugged. "Her plays are a big success."

"Her plays have nudity and even fake sex scenes. Fake." She air quoted 'fake'. Yeah, Isabella probably would have her troupe having actual sex on stage, and call it fake later. "Sex sells."

"Heh, yeah. But I read her plays are also genuinely good. Erotica kinda stuff, like the actual genre, exploring sexuality and whatnot."

"With singing?"

He laughed. "No singing."

"Damn. I like the songs."

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They stood outside the Lamanar Theatre, and whistled. It was such an old, beautiful building, and when they stepped into the lobby, the royal theater look was blatant. Giant white pillars carved from stone, gold braziers, gold chandelier, and red carpet and drapes around. Old, all very old, but beautiful.

"I used to think this was Hella's home, not Isabella's," Jack said.

"It used to be like that, but Isabella kinda moved in when her old directing efforts took off."

Jack rubbed his chin as his eyes tracked the floor. "Hope she didn't force herself onto Hella's living situation."

"Ha! Nah. Those two are in love."

He nodded as the two approached an usherette, the same usherette that tried to stop Jack last time. That time, he'd brainwashed her to leave him alone, and he explored the upper floor until Isabella found him. She'd taken him along the catwalk, then to a wall where there'd been a hidden passage. But it seemed like it could only be opened with a password or something, so, no point in going exploring. Vendram or Leauvion would just have to come get them; no way in hell they didn't know two vampires had just arrived.

If they didn't come get them, well, then Jack and Jessy would just have to kick a wall down.

Jack looked into the usherette's eyes, and before she could say anything, Jack shook his head. "You're going to ignore us."

"I... am going to ignore you." The woman nodded, and walked away.

"Jesus Jack. That took you, what, half a second to do?" Jessy gave him a small nudge in the shoulder. "Getting good."

"It's not like that. The curse is like a raging river, and all I'm doing is trying to let out just a little bit of it."

She grimaced as the two of them pushed past the heavy, hanging curtains that led into the auditorium. "Like a mad dog on a leash?"

"Kinda, yeah."

"That sucks."

He laughed. "Yes, it does. Usually. I mean, it's not all bad. The power's there, but I have trouble controlling it." Sighing, he reached up and gently stroked his shirt where the necklace sat underneath. Elaine said it was some ancient occult object that helped suppress Beastly urges; not something she had during her struggles, but something the Ordo Dracul had that she could now borrow.

It worked, a little. It tingled on his skin, and he could feel the sharp edge on his desires blunted. He could also feel the readiness of his Beastly instincts lowered, like someone had thrown a big blanket over them. Not a good thing, if shit was hitting the fan. Thankfully the city had calmed down quite a bit, and he could take a breath and focus on other problems.

Once Jessy and Jack got close to the big stage, Hella Vendram stepped out from behind a heavy curtain. Hella was very attractive, a bit tall with a fit body and tan skin, lots of badass scars from her human days, and tonight she wore her dark hair short, very short. He thought she might have been from Brazil, or maybe her kine parents had been, since she had the typical Dolareido accent.