On Becoming Eve

"So, what did you steal" I asked.

Victor laughed," a fucking chicken. I wanted it so I could sell the eggs," he stopped laughing and continued his story," I was his enforcer, a ruthless killer, It wasn't until Sarah was born that I realized how messed up I was, that there were lives that mattered, things in this world worth protecting beyond the old man's pride. When our rival killed my sister and her father and tried to get to Sarah, the old man came to see me in the hospital and I offered him a deal, I would be his vengeance and he would allow me to protect Sarah as I had failed to protect his daughter. He agreed; three months later, I delivered him the heads of all fifteen of the men responsible. Sarah has been with me ever since and, until now, no one has dared threaten me or mine."

"My god, Victor, what changed," I sat up and looked at him?

"He is dying, the old man, Don Alejandro is dying. That is what I found out in when we talked in the garden. I have the largest business in his organization and his only blood relative is Sarah. The other's like Antonio, think that gives me too much power, I think they are afraid of me and want me out of the way before he dies so I am not named his successor. I always knew Antonio was jealous of me and thought he might try something this weekend; that a small show of force, what you could do, would get his attention, but now, I fear this is something much bigger.

"And the meeting this morning, that's when he names his successor, isn't it?"

"That's the expectation, we all present our proposals and then he chooses," I could see the stress building in his face, my hand found his cock and started massaging," Antonio was close to telling me what I needed to know last night, but he got too drunk to continue and we called it a night."

"And the fiesta, that was just to get his men relaxed and as drunk as possible, so they didn't interfere with the call," he nodded?

"We'll get through this together, you, me, Sarah, just try to relax and let me help you, I climbed on top of him and took him inside me, placing my hands on his shoulders, I leant down and kissed him. Victor closed his eyes and let his hands wander up and down my thighs, up my body and to my breasts, the tenderness in his hands a direct contradiction to the fury I knew grew inside him. I moved slowly guiding him to that spot I knew was there but had yet to find. I started to rock my hips as I moved up and down, sliding a little forward and then back until I felt it, I let out an audible moan as I leaned back and focused him on the spot," touch me Victor, please," his thumb started rubbing against my clit and his moans joined mine. My movements became more and more aggressive and deliberate, the spot I had found was sending surges of energy through my body and, with Victors attention to my clit, I could feel the mother of all orgasms growing inside me. The feeling grew and grew until I knew there was no escape, I began to tremble and thrust Victor deep inside me, collapsing on his chest, he rolled us over and took control, thrusting hard and deep and fast deep into my throbbing box, there was no scream, this time I roared as my body shook and my eyes rolled back into my head and I reached up and gently bit Victor on the shoulder not quite breaking the skin. Victor had pinned my hands above my head, which was a good thing as I felt my claws push from my fingers as the energy of the orgasm ripped through my body. I couldn't move when we were done as soft aftershocks drifted through my abdomen, arms and legs.

Victor lay down next to me putting his head on my shoulder, drawing lazy designs on my pelvis. I could almost read his mind, knowing he was wondering if it was possible for me to bear him a child of his own. The thought both excited and petrified me, he was the only man I knew that truly understood the nature of what I could do and wasn't afraid of it, but respected it for the power it represented; our relationship had no other option but to be a partnership as we were equally dangerous in our own ways. I couldn't believe how quickly he and I and Sarah had grown so very close. And besides, what if I had kittens, my mind went back to the first day on the mountain with the big cat and I smiled broadly.

I kissed him on the top of his head, "So, are we ready to go do this," I purred softly as I ran my claws gently over the scars on his back; we both knew that whatever was going to happen had to happen before the meeting, probably just after breakfast. I laughed as I thought about how afraid anyone would be to disturb Hubert's wonderful breakfast. I knew I certainly didn't want to piss him off again.

It was Monday which meant we were back at work; I opted for a black body suit that fit snug against my torso, the plunging neckline exposing just the right amount of cleavage to be tasteful but sensuous at the same time. The legs flared from my hips into large billows and then closed tightly around my ankles, this would allow me to move freely once the business of the day truly began. The black heels I chose would be easy enough to lose when the time came. I pulled my hair back tight and tried to get it into a bun and was not having much success. Sarah smiled when she walked up behind me and took over.

I met her eyes in the mirror and understood that she had been preparing for today's business as well. She was in a sleek business suit much like the one she had been wearing when I met her, her hair pulled back neat into a tight ponytail, her makeup minimal but still effective. The look in her eyes reminded me very much of her uncle. I had a feeling I was going to find out just what she was truly capable of.

I stood up and hugged her tightly. We rejoined Victor in the bedroom, he was wearing the same dark grey business suit he had been wearing when I met him with a white shirt and a deep red tie; I knew he was ready. I looked at Sarah longing for the girl I had made love to what seemed like so long ago but confident in the woman that stood before me, "Victor, can I borrow the choker for today," I smiled thinking how the rubies had looked like drops of blood around my neck and how appropriate they would be for what was to come.

"I should do your eyes, "it was Sarah. She had just finished when Victor returned with the necklace. He smiled his approval and kissed my neck as he fastened the clasp. The excitement we shared as we got ready was both disconcerting and invigorating.

We walked in silence, our somber tone reflecting what lay ahead, as we went down to breakfast finding Hubert waiting impatiently on the veranda. He had forced Senior Domingo to wait for us and the little man was obviously a little put out by the inconvenience, his hangover did not improve his disposition. Victor took the cup of black coffee Hubert offered and took his seat at which time Hubert moved away from the table with the food and Domingo filled his plate. I watched the little man and it hit me how rough and crass and vulgar he was in comparison to Victor.

"So, Senior Domingo, did you sleep well," victor asked him, the return to formality a stark contrast to the day before, as Antonio shoved a pastry into his mouth and quaffed a large sip of coffee. I was sure the timing was intentional, but Antonio was clueless and just nodded trying to choke down the food to answer Victor. Sarah and I filled modest plates, Hubert had made sure I had plenty of sausage, the spice in the chorizo was perfect. Sarah had her usual plate of fruit and Victor just sipped his coffee, watching Senior Domingo carefully.

"Very well," Antonio finally coughed an answer to Victor's question, "Your hospitality has been exceptional," he raised his coffee cup to me," Mistress Eve, thank you for opening your home to me and my men."

I raised mine in response, "It has been my pleasure Senior Domingo. You and your men have been excellent guests," I took a sip of my coffee, locking my eyes onto his. I could sense his nervousness and smell tinges of fear in his scent. He knew what was coming and was not convinced it was going to go his way. I looked at Victor and smiled broadly, nodding at Antonio, who was shoving another pastry into his mouth, showing Victor just enough of my growing canines that I thought he would get the message. I reached over and squeezed Sarah on the leg, using my claws to get her attention, too. Victor nodded and Sarah patted my hand with hers.

Game on.

"Sarah, would you join me for a walk this morning, your uncle and Senior Domingo have important business and we should not be in the way," I smiled at her sweetly. Divide and conquer seemed like a good plan and it would make it easier for me to protect Sarah.

"Yes, I'd like that very much," she returned my smile.

I left my heels on the step and stepped into the lush grass relishing the feeling as it caressed my feet and tickled my toes. Sarah had done the same," I love this, don't you," she wiggled her toes and smiled. The ease with which her serious demeanor had been replaced so quickly by the simple joy of rubbing her toes in the cool grass caught me by surprise as I took her hand and we headed for the maze that dominated the garden. I could hear the two men following us and from their scents, I knew they were Domingo's men. The two scents ahead of me were my primary focus, one was Joe and the other was 'Death', the tall, thin man that had occupied so much of my thoughts since he and Senior Domingo had arrived, I wanted him out of my head. We made our way through the maze and found Joe, the knife had been thrust into his side, puncturing his lung he had drowned in his own blood. The scent of death lingered but was slowly growing faint. I had been too late to save Joe and knew my true prey was still on the loose.

The rustling behind us told me that the other two men had caught up to us. They weren't trying to be discreet. I raised two fingers and pointed back toward the entrance of the maze pushing Sarah behind me. The two men came around the corner, the large on holding a massive sliver revolver, "Compensating for something," I thought to myself; the smaller man held a semiautomatic.

"You will be coming with us," the smaller of the two men spoke first, raising his gun and pointing it at me. The larger man followed his lead. I sensed that our ruse had worked and that I was the target, not Sarah. It gave me confidence. I smelled the uncertainty in the big man and saw the tip of his gun waver, not wanting to waste time on pleasantries, I leapt, clamping his wrist in my jaw and shoving the claws of my right hand into his chest letting the full force of my body force him back into the other man. He dropped his gun and screamed falling backward as I anticipated, landing on the smaller man as I ripped him open.

I felt Sarah beside me and watched as she stepped on the smaller man's wrist, taking his gun as he struggled to pull himself from under his massive partner, his eyes wide with fear. Sarah pulled the slide back, chambering a shell and calmly shot him in the face, "Stupid man, never point a gun at some unless you're ready to shoot them," she ejected the magazine and checked to see if it was full. She had three shots left. They were not expecting any resistance. Not all of Victor's concerns about Sarah had been fully justified.

I took a deep breath, 'Death' had moved back toward the house. I could hear more men in the maze, from their scents, they were the last two of Antonio's men. We made our way back to the beginning of the maze. The men were not doing much to try to disguise where they were as they hurried toward the sound of the gunshot. When we rounded a corner and came face to face, I didn't even slow down as I buried my claws in the chest of larger of the two, biting deeply into his throat, while Sarah emptied her gun into the second man's chest. She checked their guns and found them to be the same as the one she had. The man she had shot had a full magazine with an extra in his holster, Sarah traded guns and pocketed the extra magazine. It bothered both of us that, except for Joe, none of 'our' men seemed to be around.

Sarah followed me as I licked the blood from my lips and ran toward the house, Senior Domingo was going to make his play during the call, showing his power by killing Victor in front of everybody. Two more men rounded the corner of the house to our left and started shooting, they weren't ours, Antonio was cheating. Sarah saw them before me and dropped to her knee, answering their challenge; two sets of three shots hitting center mass six times; the men dropped as I heard as I heard the bullets scream past my head. Sarah had saved my life.

I could smell 'Death' as I hit the stairs, leaping from the first landing over the top railing, I left Sarah behind, trusting that anyone that bothered her would be just as surprised as I at her ability to defend herself and her willingness to do so without prejudice.

Another leap and I was on the balcony outside Victor's office, the warm blood from the man in the garden ran down my chin onto my chest as I opened the door and stepped inside. I saw the blood spray from Senior Domingo's throat as I entered the room; He fell into a pool of his own blood on the floor and the tall thin man that smelled of death turned his attention toward Victor. My appearance surprised him, "What the fuck, how did you get in here," he raised his knife at me.

I crouched and bared my teeth, growled loudly, showing my claws, breathing heavily as I circled him, trying to get the vantage I wanted. I could see the other men in the screens behind victor. As I moved, I slowly entered one of the screens; the neat bun Sarah had put my hair in had fallen and my blood matted hair stuck to my face and neck. Blood dripping from my mouth and hands, covering my chest, rage filled my eyes; breathing heavily, I looked as if I had just crawled from the very depths of hell itself; The big cat roared in my head. If the men had been in the room, their fear would have been stifling.

'Death' pocketed the knife and drew his gun as I continued to circle, Victor stepped back out of the way. I understood that he needed to be seen apart and above, in control of what was about to happen to make the statement he wanted to make. I was on my own.

I flinched to my left and dove right as 'Death' fired where he thought I was going to be and missed, perhaps he should have stayed with the knife. I pushed off the wall and dove at his feet, he dodged but was too slow, and I slashed his legs as I slid past him. 'Death' grimaced as he turned to face me, firing where I had been crouched; being too late a third time, I leapt into the air as I had against Hank, digging my claws into his shoulders and landed behind him, turning him to the camera, I buried my teeth into the side of his neck, snapping it in the process, and gutted him with my claws. Two of the men on the screens in front of me threw up.

I licked my claws as Victor stepped up beside me and offered me a warm damp towel, "Are there any questions," he sat on the edge of his desk and stared into the camera. I sat next to him and purred quietly as I cleaned myself off.

Three more shots outside the door and Sarah rushed into the room, stepping over the man she had just shot, out of breath, trying to find a target for her rage and fear, just as Don Alejandro said," Victor, I am proud of you, my son," his eyes lit up at the sight of Sarah," Ah, my little one, you have grown up so much, you must come to see your Abuelo before it is too late."

"I'd like that grandfather," she answered lowering the pistol and trying to look innocent amidst the carnage at her feet.

"And you miss, you are most impressive. I would like to meet you as well, "Don Alejandro was talking to me now," So just who are you, anyway,"

I dropped the now scarlet towel to the floor as I licked the last of the blood from my claws," I am whoever Victor wants me to be, Senior Don Alejandro. This is my family now," I smiled sweetly, locking my arm in Victor's as Sarah stood next to me. The big cat purred loudly in my head. I used one of my claws to pick a small piece of flesh from my teeth and tossed it to the floor as the screens started to go blank in the realization that the decision had been made. There was probably still a war coming when the old man finally died, but at least, for today, it was over.

The casual nature of the conversation that followed was surreal amidst the carnage but the realization that this type of violence was accepted, if not normal in my new world slowly sunk in and I realized I fit here better than possibly anywhere else except the mountain side where the spirits had made me. I was a huntress; a minister of death and I was home.

Hubert had already called the cleaning crews and we found our men slowly recovering from the drugs that had been slipped into their drinks the night before. The few that had not been drugged, including Alex, were found with various knife wounds, all of them fatal. A total of six of our men were dead, 'Death' had been busy this morning, in more ways than I wished to count.

When the call with Don Alejandro was over, we had made travel plans to go see the old man, mostly so he and Victor could plan the transition of power, but also so he could see his beautiful granddaughter and he cold satiate his curiosity about me, I went down stairs to find my shoes. As I stooped to pick them up, I felt my pant suit cling to my legs and realized that I was still covered in blood. I stripped as I walked to the pool, loosed my hair from the ponytail and dove in, leaving a bright pink cloud in the water behind me. I started swimming laps, stretching my muscles and pushing myself until I felt them begin to burn. It felt good.

The splash of someone entering the pool got my attention and I stopped and turned to the sound, finding Sarah swimming toward me, "Thank you for everything this morning," she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

The non sequitur of the moment hit me; the how quickly the intense violence had been put aside and the passion so soon followed it; I slid my hands up her thighs and around her waist, pulling her closer, "I'm just glad you're safe," I kissed her tenderly. I had almost forgotten how sweet her lips were.

We kissed passionately for a few minutes before we moved to the steps of the pool, sitting in the cool water under the warm sun," I've missed you, "Sarah started," and I have to admit, I'm a little jealous that my uncle can make you purr like that, too," she squeezed my hand," you really seem to like being with him. I could hear you last night and this morning."

I didn't know what to say.

"I don't know if I can compete with that," she was tearing up.

"Sarah, there is no competition. It is wonderful with both of you, different and wonderful, I don't know what I would do without either of you," the intensity of the past few days, everything that had happened, the comingling of death and passion, the tight relationship between our violence and our love, everything we had done and what it meant hit me like a rock. I had totally surrendered myself to Victor and to Sarah and it was right. Sarah and I weren't just talking about sex, in the short very intense time we had spent together, we had fallen in love. For me, it was the same with Victor. What I had said to Don Alejandro was true, I would be whoever Victor wanted me to be.

I turned to look at Sarah," Sarah, I don't know how it happened, but I love you."

"Can I make you purr," a mischievous grin filled her face"

"I'd like that very much," naked, and we ran to our room.

What Sarah did to me was beyond incredible, she tied me to the bed and spent what felt like forever kissing and caressing my body before she touched my crotch. I as so wet I could feel my juices dripping from my mound. She sucked and licked my breasts until my moans turned into soft purrs, smiling at herself for her accomplishment. Her fingers traced a soft line along the wetness in my crotch and she brought her finger to my mouth to let me suck my hot juices from one finger and then another. I could feel the familiar tingling in my knees and up my spine. Sarah lowered her mouth to my crotch and licked gently at first, from the bottom to the top, then returning and more forcibly thrusting her tongue in between my lips. She pulled them into her mouth and sucked hard. I could feel the energy growing and my purrs grew louder and louder. The fact that I was restrained brought a new intensity to the feelings. When she settled her attention onto my clit, her fingers joined the game as she slid one then two and then three inside me, probing and thrusting. When I let out an audible moan, she knew she had found her target.