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Author:     Kyros
Title:      The Demon Inside (Seer, ep. 2)
Part:       3 of 6
Universe:   Seer
Summary:    This is the sequel to episode one, I See Dying People, of
			Seer. Episode one ends with Melissa, Alexandra and Philip in
			trouble as they have ended up in the claws of the two demons
			Keshet and Gail.
Keywords:   mf, mF, Ff, MF, fant, slow, mag, nc, rape, caution, Fdom, 
viol, reluc, solo
Email:      kyros@hoakz.com
Asstr:      http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/kyros/www
SOL:        http://storiesonline.net/auth/Kyros
Disclaimer: http://hoakz.hopto.org:8080/kyros/wiki/Disclaimer

* Keywords and summary are for all six parts

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Due to clumsiness on my behalf, part 5 was sent instead of this part.
So here comes the part that should have been sent after part 2.

Sorry for the inconvenience!


Part 3

The next morning Melissa sneaked out of their room even before Alexandra
woke up.  In the cafeteria she looked anxiously around to see if she
could spot Dawn.  When she couldn't she got a table and ate her
breakfast.  Soon Jolene appeared.  Melissa said a polite good morning to
her.  Jolene replied and sat down.  They ate in silence.  Finally, when
Dawn arrived, Melissa mumbled an excuse to Jolene, picked up her tray
and walked over to Dawn.

"Let's sit and talk," Melissa said and motioned for an empty table.

"Right," Dawn said.  "You know, what happened last night.  I realized
how good that was."

"Yeah?"

"I mean you were... what you did, it was so helpful.  I would have had
to track them for several days, and..." her voice lowered at this.  "You
saved Alexandra's life.  I wouldn't have been able to do that."

"I... It was mostly you and Konrad..."

There was an awkward pause.

"How's Alexandra today?" Dawn asked.

"She's... it's good that you mention that... she's been acting weird."

"Weird?"

"Um."

"Maybe you should ask her to talk to Konrad."

"Why?  I mean ... what happened to her?"

"What do you mean?"  Dawn lowered her voice.  "She was kidnapped, for
all we know threatened to her life.  They would have killed her
eventually, if we'd not been able to get there so fast."

"I guess."

"Don't guess... what you, well maybe Konrad too, but I saw you, and I
know... what you did was... it made the difference here."

There was a long silence under which they concentrated on their
breakfast.  Melissa was staring at her yogurt.  Dawn was leaning back in
her chair and pushing her fork into her pancake.  Both women could feel
the uneasy atmosphere.

"Dawn?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry about yesterday."

"Why?"

"I interrupted your night out."

"No worry."

"So... you're hunting... 'Creatures of the Night', huh?" Melissa said in
a conspirational whisper.

"Uh... well... yeah," Dawn replied.  "I was actually thinking that since
you seem to be so good at locating demons, maybe you should join me?"

Melissa jumped in her chair, looking around as if she was afraid someone
would listen, then she stared at Dawn again.  Shook her head and leaned
back.

"Listen... I don't know how to kill those things... And..."

"I can do that.  You just have to locate them."

"I don't know how to do that either.  I only did what Konrad told me
to."

"I think you can learn.  Maybe with his help?"

"Listen," Melissa said, "I'm very happy Alex is safe and sound, but I've
had a... well... I'm not up for problems right now...  I'd rather
concentrate on my studies."

"Just so you know," Dawn said and placed her hand on top of Melissa's.
Melissa met Dawn's gaze.  She felt herself getting lost in the other
woman's dark eyes.  "I'd really appreciate working together with you."

"We can always... go for a coffee sometimes."

A tray was put down on the table, just beside their hands and as they
looked up, Alexandra was standing over them staring into their eyes.
Dawn got up and pulled out Alexandra's chair.

"Hi Alexandra... why don't you sit?"

Alexandra frowned but sat down.

"How are you feeling today?"

"I...  Fine.  Why?"

"Why not?"

"Okay."

"So, how are you doing?"

"I'll survive."

"I'm glad we found you.  It would have...  I mean..."

"I survived."

Jolene had discovered that Melissa, Alexandra and Dawn wasn't going to
join their table so she got up from her table and walked over to their
table.  Susan and Kaitlyn looked confounded for a couple of seconds
before they too got up and walked over to the new table.

"Hey," Jolene smiled and sat down.  "Anything interesting going on?"

Melissa looked around the table.  Alexandra was silent, so was Dawn.

"No," Melissa replied.  "We're just talking.  Join us."

"So?" Susan said and put her tray down at their table too.  "You trying
to avoid me, Jolene?"

"What?"  Jolene looked as if someone had accused her of stealing the jam
and she'd been as surprised by finding her hand in the jar as the one
accusing her.  "What did I do?"

Kaitlyn joined the table as well.  "Nothing Susan hasn't done too."

Susan made a mock frown.  "You're following me."

"You're keeping tabs on where I'm going, so you can go there before me."

"What did I do?" Jolene asked.

"You got up, and left our table with no explanation," Susan said and
took a bite of her bread.

"No, Jesus Susan, we always lunch together, you know that."

"Well," Kaitlyn said in an attempt to defend Jolene, "everybody is
running around like wild hen today."

"I didn't mean to just walk out on you," Jolene said.  "I just didn't...
think."

"I think," Susan said with a grin, "you and Philip should just get
together."

"Ah," Kaitlyn said, "they would forget they had a relation going
before... well... they'd have a relation going."

Melissa raised an eyebrow at that.  "You know what they say?  Once you
get old enough and desperate enough..."

"That statement only goes for boys," Susan said.

Melissa was about to reply when she felt Alexandra's hand on her thigh.
It was hidden under the table but Jolene was sitting not too far away on
Melissa's left side.  Alexandra squeezed just above her knee and Melissa
jumped as she felt a strange sensation right between her legs.  It was
as if her knee was connected straight to her crotch and when Alexandra
squeezed, muscles stretched from one place to the other.

Melissa glanced over at Alexandra who was smiling innocently.  None of
the other people around the table seemed to notice anything was wrong.
Part from Dawn.  Melissa suspected Dawn knew something was going on; she
was looking at Alexandra in a funny way.

When Alexandra scratched her nails over the fabric in Melissa's jeans
she pulled her leg away and tried to stare her down.  ''What the hell?''
she thought, ''what's going on here?''

"Gotta go," Dawn said and stood.  "I'll see you guys tomorrow?" she said
to Jolene, Kaitlyn and Susan.  She gave Alexandra a smile, but said
nothing.  Then turned to Melissa, "and, don't forget what we talked
about?"

"I wont," Melissa replied.  "But I'm not promising anything!"

"Think about it?"

"Sure."

Melissa glanced over at Alexandra and just as she suspected Alexandra
was staring down into the tabletop straining not to frown.

''What the hell is going on here?'' Melissa thought.  ''Is she jealous?
Jealous of what?''  Dawn picked up her tray and left.  Melissa could
watch Alexandra's eyes following her.

At first she thought Alexandra was angry, she might think she had a
reason, at least if she was jealous of anything imagined going on
between Melissa and Dawn, then she saw something else in Alexandra's
gaze and when she suspected what she was watching was nothing else than
well concealed lust, Melissa wondered if she was seeing the proper cause
for Alexandra's jealousy.

''Surprise!'' she thought but when Alexandra got up while mumbling an
excuse, and rushed after Dawn, Melissa fought to keep her smile to
herself.  ''So that's it?''

-----

Living the life she did, Dawn had developed a seventh sense for
discovering danger.  She was walking along Fourth-Street towards her car
when she felt that something was wrong.

At first she wasn't sure what it was but after another couple of minutes
she understood someone was following her.  When she saw whom her shadow
was she didn't believe her eyes but a second glance made it obvious;
Alexandra was following her.

''What the hell?'' she thought decided to counteract.  She walked over
to her car.  It was impossible to park closer to the university than at
Pinewood Drive.  Dawn used to curse that fact, but now it helped her.
She could gain a head start on Alexandra and disappear before Alexandra
even understood her target was gone.

She rounded a corner of MRC Tech and hurried the last yards to her car.
She got in the car and managed to get away before Alexandra rounded the
corner and could see what had happened.  It would keep Alexandra in the
area for some time before she would know she had lost Dawn.

Dawn didn't drive far though.  She double parked on the west side of the
Liberty building and within another couple of minutes she was back at
MRC Tech.  Instead of walking over to the north-western side of the
building, where Alexandra would be, trying to figure out where Dawn had
gone, she entered at the south side and made her way through the whole
building.

MRC Tech was built like an indoor galleria with a glass-covered passage
in the middle and buildings on both sides.  Dawn wondered if maybe the
passage had been a street once, but the buildings on both sides seemed
too much alike.  Once she approached the north side of the building she
slowed down and kept her eyes open in case Alexandra had entered the
building.

It was good that she did because sooner than she'd expected it Alexandra
came walking down the passage towards her.  She found a coffee shop a
few yards away and escaped into it.

She hid in a corner just inside the door.  She knew Alexandra might
decide to look in the coffee shop and stumble over her, but since the
shop had large windows and it was possible to see everyone in it Dawn
hoped Alexandra would settle with a quick glance and then go on.

Alexandra didn't.  As she passed outside she stopped, Dawn bit her lower
lip while waiting for  Alexandra's next action.  For a couple of moments
it seemed Alexandra wasn't sure what to do, then she reached into her
pocket and pulled out her mobile.

Dawn held her breath while Alexandra was dialing.  If she could listen
in on Alexandra's conversation it might just happen that the problem of
figuring out why Alexandra was following her would solve itself.

"It's me," Alexandra said into the phone.  Her jaw set as she continued,
"I am calling you now.  If you're gonna fuck with me...  I swear to
God..."

She took a deep breath and looked around, suddenly aware that she was
after all not alone in the passage.  "I am relaxed.  So, stop fucking
around!  I lost track of her."

Alexandra stared up into the glass ceiling and moaned.  "I ''am''
reporting in.  You stay the fuck away from this!"  Her gaze snapped down
and Dawn almost thought she had been caught but Alexandra was too
absorbed in her phone call.  "Don't talk to me about managing, fucking
hell!"

Dawn didn't know Alexandra that well but she thought what she was
displaying right now was ab bit on the extreme, even for the stressful
situation she no doubt must be in.

"Don't talk to me about control," Alexandra continued, "I am in control.
  No... Not now!  I'm telling you, I've had fucking hormones kicking my
ass all morning, this is not funny!"  She took a deep breath.

Alexandra realized a couple of students were walking just a few meters
from her.  They weren't looking at her but she could see they had heard
her and was quickening their pace to get past her.  "Well, you know damn
well what I'm gonna do...  I didn't call for you to piss me off.  I'm
done with this shit.  I'm going to the next phase."

As she listened to the phone she glared after the group of students that
had passed her and for a second Dawn wondered if she would follow them
and try to beat them up or something to that effect.

"I'm getting a weapon," Alexandra said, "that's what's happening now.
And if you're nice from now on I wont use it to cut your fucking ears
off and shove them up your ass... you need to be fucking nice, I'm
telling you."

She snapped her phone shut.  Dawn watched her as she marched off down
the passage.  She had heard enough and she decided it was time to act.

-----

Konrad was staring at Dawn, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and
something else that might actually be fear.  She had stormed into his
office, more or less thrown out one of his clients and closed the door.
Then she had asked him a steady stream of questions.

"Are you in on this?" she said and crossed her arms.

Konrad shook his head.  "I'm having a hard time even understanding what
you are taking about?  You say Alexandra followed you?"

Dawn frowned and sat.  "Then she was having this really weird
conversation."

"How do you mean, weird?"

"On her mobile."

"Well, I mean," Konrad shrugged and leaned back in his chair.  "I find
most people with mobiles weird.  The things people say when on them.
Sometimes I think we humans are too stupid for the technology we've
managed to produce."

"This isn't than kind of weird, this is the kind of weird where I felt
you were the first person to talk to."

"If it will calm you I can assure you that I've not... what?  You
thought I was somehow involved in Alexandra following you?  That is... I
mean, I guess most people have a paranoia or two..."

"I'm not paranoid, I'm telling you, this girl... if you'd heard her,"
Dawn trailed off and silenced.

"Okay, so you want me to do what?"

"With your expertise I'm thinking you'd be able to deal with this."

"I cannot really talk to Alexandra before she comes to me, any other way
would be very unfavorable for the therapy.  I'm merely the copilot when
people consult me."

"That's hardly our biggest problem right now," Dawn frowned.

-----

Nicolas was leaning against one of the abandoned warehouse's wooden
crates.  One of his hands playing with a pair of sunglasses while the
other was resting on the edge of the crate.  His steel blue eyes gazed
at the man in the middle of the room.  The man was fat and he was
sweating.  Nicolas smiled at him.  Every time he'd done that, the man
had snorted back.  This time however he just glared.

They were in the middle of a deal.  Nicolas was the seller; the fat man,
Everett Lemann, was the buyer.  At least this would be the case if
Nicolas got his will through.  It seemed, however, Mr. Lemann wasn't
sure he liked the deal.

"I can't do much about the price," Nicolas said.  "However..."

He noticed that Mr. Lemann was staring at a point behind him.  Nicolas
frowned.  "Elle?" he said and swallowed.  He kept eye contact with
Lemann, trying to keep his thoughts straight.  He had heard the clatter
of high heels from outside the warehouse, felt her presence, but he
hadn't realized what it meant.  Somehow he was always dense around
Rachelle.  He thought he might be able to keep his head straight as long
as he didn't look at her, but then it was as if she had leaned close and
blew on the small hairs in his neck.  Nicolas shivered.

"Come sit," he said and patted the crate beside him.

Rachelle was lacking almost half a foot on Nicolas height, this even
though she was in her high heels.  If she was short her exotic, Latin
features still got men's attention, and whenever exotic failed, her
34D's, usually did the trick.  However, Rachelle was one of those girls
who never failed to attract the attention of anyone she wanted.  She
smiled at Nicolas and jumped up on the crate, landing beside him on her
butt.

"How are you doing?" she mumbled and snuggled his ear.

"I'm soon done," he said and looked at Mr. Lemann.  He wanted to yell at
her to keep out of his business, to stop playing her games, but instead
he felt an idea forming in his head.  He wanted to push it away but he
couldn't.  He could read desire in Lemann's eyes.  "I was just about to
offer some additional benefits to Mr. Lemann here."

"Yes?" she said and raised an eyebrow as she looked at the older man.
"Such as?"

"What do you think about offering to let him fuck my bitch sister as a
part of the deal?"

"You wouldn't," Rachelle said and turned pale.

"Trust me," Nicolas said and grinned.  "I am."

They both turned to look at Mr. Lemann.  He was sweating even more and
his eyes were wide open, as was his mouth.  Nicolas's hand grabbed the
crate beside him, a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead as he
slowly shook his head from side to side.

"Excuse me," Mr. Lemann mumbled as Nicolas and Rachelle kept watching
him -- Nicolas with a grin on his lips -- Rachelle uneasily.  "You were
thinking of doing what?"

Nicolas smiled at Rachelle.  "Show him."

"Please," Rachelle said, her voice almost inaudible.

"No," Nicolas replied and cradled his hand around her neck.  "You and I
are going to show Mr. Lemann what I'm offering him."

He pulled her to him and pressed his lips against hers while the rest of
her soft body pressed against him as well.  Throughout the kiss Nicolas
kept eye contact with Mr. Lemann who was having an even harder time to
breathe.  Rachelle seemed to get into the action and she licked
Nicolas's cheek and down his neck.

"That's enough," Nicolas said and when she wouldn't stop he grabbed her
hair and pulled her head back.  Their eyes burned into each other's for
a short second.  "Fuck, Elle!" he mumbled.

"Shush," she said.

Nicolas blinked and turned to Lemann.  "She's a hot piece of ass isn't
she?"  He squeezed one of Rachelle's buttocks through her dress.  "Now,"
he said to Rachelle, "go show Mr. Lemann you never miss out when dealing
with me."

He slapped her ass, making her cry out.  She frowned at him.  "I told
you, no!"

Nicolas laughed and pushed her towards Mr. Lemann.  "Go fuck his brains
out."

"Please!"

"You know complaining is useless."

Rachelle winced but when he frowned at her she did as he told her.  She
approached Mr. Lemann but for a little while it seemed as if Mr.
Lemann's two jumpy bodyguards would stop her.

"Looking for something, boys?" she asked with a grin.

They glanced at Mr. Lemann and took a step back when he motioned for
them to.

"This is..." Lemann started but trailed off when Rachelle leaned in and
nibbled his ear.  "I can clearly see she doesn't want this."

"Please, Mister," Rachelle whispered, "no!"

"He's forcing you."

"It will only get worse."  Rachelle pressed her body against his.

"You don't have to take this from him.  You should get up and leave."

"I love my brother."  Rachelle knelt in front of him.

"He's your ''brother'' and he treats you like this?"

Rachelle nodded.

Lemann stared down at her, unable to decide what voice to listen to, his
conscience or his need.  When Rachelle opened his zipper he tried to
jump away from her but Rachelle was quick and before he could she had
his already half hard dick in her hand, licking the angry red head.

"Yes," Rachelle mumbled before she took him into her mouth.

"Shit!" Lemann gasped and backed up until he could lean on a crate.
While he moved his trousers slid down along his legs and almost made him
trip.  Rachelle kept her mouth on his cock, shuffling after him on her
knees.  "My God!" Lemann moaned as Rachelle took all of him into her
mouth.  He shook his head and reached down grabbing her hair.

"I can't allow this!"  He pulled her away.  Rachelle whined and as she
pulled to get back to his cock Lemann's resolve abandoned him.  He was
aware he had two bodyguards and that he would easily be able to
overpower Nicolas, but then what?  He couldn't help Rachelle out, and
besides, she was so damn good at what she was doing.

He felt how things were moving too fast and he had to pull her away
again.  "What?" she mumbled and strained to move back to his cock.  She
glanced behind her where Nicolas was still leaning against the crate,
his arms crossed over his chest and his white teeth shimmering in his
tanned face.  "Listen," Rachelle said, "I want to do this.  Please just
let me finish?"

"This isn't going to get you the price you're asking though," Lemann
said to Nicolas.

"What is?" Nicolas asked calmly.

Lemann looked down at Rachelle.  She was even paler now.  "More than she
is willing to give, and I'm willing to take," he said resolutely.

"I see," Nicolas said.  "Come here Rachelle."

"Nicolas?" Rachelle said with a shivering voice but she got on her feet
and walked over to him.

"It seems," drawled Nicolas as he reached up to Rachelle's cheek, "Mr.
Lemann has some misconceptions about our relationship, why don't we show
him what it really is all about?"

"Yes Nicolas."

Rachelle reached under her dress and removed her panties.  When she
stepped out of the skimpy garment she reached it to Nicolas who put it
in his pocket.

"On you face, on the crate."

Rachelle pulled her dress up around her waist and reclined on the crate
face down.  She made sure her curvy bottom was turned towards Mr. Lemann
who was treated to an eyeful.

"You see," Nicolas said as he reached between Rachelle's thighs.
"Rachelle is a very special girl."  Mr. Lemann could see how Nicolas
pressed his fingers between Rachelle's swollen pussy lips.  "She likes
it rough.  And she loves," two of his fingers slid into her, causing a
groan to escape her, "to show off.  Don't you, Elle?"

Rachelle whined.

"I think that says it all.  Don't you too?"

"I..." Lemann stammered but he was stunned by the image of the young
woman on display right under his nose.  "And... she wants me to...?"

Nicolas nodded.  "But first," he said and pulled his fingers out of
Rachelle, "business.  I've offered you a price, added benefits, and now
I'm offering my..." he looked down at his hand.  "...soon I'm offering
my..." he licked off his fingers, "...hand for you to... shake and
settle the deal."

"No," Lemann shook his head.  "I'm not going to buy into that cheep
trick..."

"By all means," Nicolas shrugged.  "Do you mind if I fuck the bitch
while I think of a new price?"

Mr. Lemann's eyes were about to fall out their sockets.

"Oh please!" Rachelle whined.  "Mr. Lemann, please just do it!  Please!
Nicolas is mean to me!"

"Yeah," Nicolas laughed and slapped Rachelle's ass.  "And you love it!"

"No, please!" Rachelle sobbed.  "Mr. Lemann, please!  It would be wrong
for Nicolas to have sex with me..."

"You talk to much," Nicolas said and pulled down the zipper in his fly.

"Oh God," Rachelle's voice trembled.

Mr. Lemann's two bodyguards were almost on their way to pull Nicolas
away from her when Lemann stopped them.

"Listen," he said.

Nicolas stopped, his dick in one hand and Rachelle's hair in the other.

"Please," Rachelle mumbled.

Nicolas decided to shut her up and pushed his cock into her mouth.  Mr.
Lemann closed his eyes.  "Listen," he said again.  "I'll give you forty
if you throw a night with her in the deal and if you stop doing that
immediately."

''Forty-thousand,'' Nicolas thought, but Rachelle's swirling tongue on
his cock made it hard to concentrate.  "Hey," he said and pulled away.
She gave him a mischievous grin before she replaced it with her
big-eyed, terrified kid-sister face.

"Fifty," Nicolas said.

"Forty-five," Lemann countered.

"Okay," Nicolas tucked his dick back into his pants.

"Okay," Rachelle echoed and got on her feet.  She took a step towards a
crumbling Mr. Lemann but Nicolas grabbed her hair and held her back.

"Deal first," he said.  One of his hands snaked around to her front and
buried between her thighs.  "Then you two crazy kids can play, but only
then."

"Jesus Christ!" Lemann said.  "It's a deal, goddamnit!"

"Fine."

Nicolas let go of Rachelle who walked over to Mr. Lemann.  Nicolas could
see pussy juice trickling down the inside of her thighs.  "Jesus," he
mumbled as he leaned back against a crate watching in awe.

Lemann had Rachelle face down, draped over a crate.  He was trying to
get into her from behind.

Nicolas shook his head and realized what was happening.  His brat, kid
sister was going to ruin the whole deal.  "Shit!" he mumbled and took a
step towards them.  He met Rachelle's gaze and stopped.  Her eyes were
dark, and deep, and he found he could not deny her anything.  He tried
to shrug her hold off of him but even when her eyes closed he felt
trapped.

Nicolas's felt someone or something was in the room with them and this
something was behind him.  He turned around and stopped when he saw her.
  She was standing on top of some crates at the very far end of the
warehouse.  He could only guess he was the only one that had seen her so
far, but he thought the bodyguards would have made more noise if they'd
seen a strange woman appearing among them, as if by magic.

Behind him he could hear the mixed sounds of Rachelle and Lemann.  He
couldn't help but smiling when she started to slam her fist into the
crate.  He knew it was Rachelle without even having to turn and watch,
she always got violent when she lost herself in pleasure.  The woman
started to climb down from the crates so Nicolas moved towards her while
he raised his finger to his lips, motioning to her to be silent.  Lemann
might just call it off if he was interrupted prematurely.

The woman was short, maybe even shorter than Rachelle.  Her red hair was
flaming like a fire and her green eyes shimmered with a strange light.
Nicolas thought he knew what she was looking at but when he turned to
follow her gaze he realized he was mistaken and he felt fear rising in
his chest.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"That's none of your fucking business."

"Well, I'm just..." he stopped as he heard Mr. Lemann cry out with
ecstasy as he came.  Nicolas smiled.  Rachelle whimpered as she came
too.  "I've just closed a deal on selling it.  You'll have to talk to
the new owner."  Nicolas was unnerved by the way the woman ignored him.

"Fuck the owner," she said and shoved Nicolas aside.  She was strong.
"I take what I want."

With that she walked up to the object Nicolas was selling and Lemann was
buying.  It was a sword, laying in a large oblong case almost as long as
a guitar case, but not as wide.  It shone with an almost supernatural
light even though it wasn't jeweled.  The metal itself seemed to have an
inner light that made it look as precious as gold.

She reached down into the case and lifted the weapon.  Nicolas had to
admit it looked good in her hands, but she was a beautiful woman, not as
beautiful as Rachelle but still very good looking.

"Put that down now lady," one of Mr. Lemann's bodyguards said, "or we'll
have to hurt you."  He was already reaching for his gun.  The woman
smiled  and walked towards him and his colleague.

"I said," the first bodyguard said, "put that..."

The fight begun.  Both bodyguards had their guns out of their holsters
and were raising them to aim at the woman.  She moved like a whirlwind,
and as the short but explosive fight evolved it was apparent the
bodyguards would never be able to use their guns.  She didn't use her
hands, only her legs and she held the sword in one hand, not using it
either, and still she managed to send both bodyguards sprawling on the
floor within seconds.

Rachelle got up from the crate and pushed her skirt down.  She stared
with burning eyes at the redhead.  The muscles in her jaw tensed and her
hands balled into fists.  "Put the sword down, now!"

The woman looked at her, laughed and started to move towards the door.

Rachelle got in her way.  "I said, put the sword down."

"Rachelle, no," Nicolas said and moved towards them.

"Get out of my way," the redhead said and took another step closer.
They were just a feet apart.

Nicolas could see Rachelle loosing her self-control.  "Rachelle!" he
warned but she didn't listen.  She raised her hand and slapped the woman
cross her face.

"Put the fucking sword down now," she yelled.

The woman stared at her for a second before she punched her square in
the face, sending her flying to the floor just like the guards a few
seconds before.

Nicolas felt how his head was spinning.  Was Rachelle hurt?  "Rachelle!"
he cried.  "Are you okay?  Honey, please say something?"

The woman was staring down at the sword in her hand.  "I love this."

"What do you want?" Mr. Lemann mumbled as he got his clothes in order.

The redhead raised the sword to her face, stroking her cheek against the
cold blade.  "None of your fucking business, but if you want to I can
use this to chop you to pieces, just keep asking questions."

"That's..." he hesitated, "I... I bought that... but I'm sure, if you
like it and give me the right price..."

"Shush," the woman said and closed her eyes.  "You give me a headache."

"Who do you think you are," Nicolas said, his voice trembling as he rose
from Rachelle, "coming in here, beating her down, and interrupting while
honest god-fearing people make business?"

The redhead looked at him with an amused grin on her face.  "God
fearing...  Fucking right."  A cunning smile played across her face.  "I
need your help."

"Help?"

"Yes.  And in return... I'll let you all live."

"I think," Mr. Lemann started but the woman interrupted him.

"I choose not to kill you and your bodyguards, don't make me regret that
choice."  She turned to Nicolas.  "You're perfect."

"Listen," Nicolas said, backing away as she approached him.  "I'm sure
you can hurt us all, but..."

"You want to know what I want, right?"

Nicolas's back bumped into a crate.  "What do you want?"

"Two things."  She pushed him backwards until he was lying on his back
on the crate.  "One; call me Alex."  She climbed the crate and straddled
him, pulling at his belt.  "Two; you and I are gonna fuck."

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