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An Other Sanctuary

"Alastor Shade leaned back in his chair, unconcerned as the next delegate stood to make their case. He let his shirt gape a little, revealing his long collarbone and strong neck. The move was calculated to distract and it was certainly effective. The women in the audience were either captured by his deadly allure or were incensed by his lack of respect.

He drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair while his eyes scanned the view before him. His half-lidded gaze rose to roof level and he gave a deliberate smile of anticipation.

Twin shots rang out; one silent as a whisper, one not. Their discharge set in motion an irrevocable chain of events."

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Cursing himself for getting caught with his guard down, Bryan flicked off the safety in a fluid motion and aimed the barrel at Jayce. “Freeze!” he barked harshly.

Karla’s older brother was relaxing on the couch facing him, sitting next to what was left of Bryan’s Superintendent. Jayce ignored Bryan’s order with an aplomb that he was beginning to learn was a Hunter trait. Jayce turned his head to look at the corpse, draping his arm over its shoulder. “I told you he was uptight, didn’t I?” he said companionably to the dead man. Jayce gave a cold cheek a pat while shooting Bryan a mocking sneer.

Bryan’s eyes narrowed, “I’d ask how you got in here, but I think I know the answer.”

“My buddy Ernie here let me in. Nice guy, Ernie.” Jayce said warmly. His eyes however, were like frost rime.

Lips tightening Bryan responded, “Ralph. His name was Ralph. And he had a family you asshat!!” It looked like Jayce had forced the Superintendent to let Jayce into his apartment and then shot him, point blank between the eyes. Fuck man, you didn’t deserve that.

“Because I’m having a bad fucking day--” Bryan snarled through clenched teeth, I’m not going to bother with a warning. He pulled the trigger.

He heard the resulting report but suddenly found himself spinning around violently. Something looped around his neck and tightened, pulling him back in an arch. He felt and heard the bones in his firing hand snap as his wrist was crushed. His SIG dropped to the floor. Jayce kicked it across the room.

“Bad show, Blue. That wasn’t your first mistake.” Jayce said low into Bryan’s ear. “Now. You and I are going to have a little chat--!”

Bryan’s snarl strangled out as Jayce flexed his muscular arm and cut off his air. He tried to maneuver out of the arm lock but Karla’s brother was unnaturally strong as well as lightning fast. He countered all the Jiu Jutsu moves Bryan attempted to break his hold.

“Where. Is. She.” Jayce’s voice was hard. His fingers dug into Bryan’s crushed wrist and it took an inhuman effort not to make any sound. His face contorted with the pain. He could feel the broken bones and cartilage grinding.

“Fuck you!” Bryan managed, sweating from the effort to remains stoic. Goddamn it Karla you better not have followed me!! It was a fucking trap.

Bryan felt the rumble of Jayce’s laugh against his back and tried once more to jerk free. His anger was almost strong enough to bypass the pain. Almost. Jayce still held the advantage.

“Wrong answer,” Jayce said shortly. 

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           Charlie’s eyes were filled with tears; they were locked on Mika’s face hopelessly. He was barely breathing, his body limp and unresponsive. She knew the moment his heart stopped, she was as good as dead. She realized that she wasn't as bothered at this as she should have been.

            She wouldn't have seen the signs if she hadn't been locked on his face. Mika’s eyelids twitched. His eyes opened a crack and she had to bite her lip to hold back a sob at the dying flicker in their colorless depths. He moved his lips soundlessly.

            —Knife—

            The knife. 

            Not I love you or Goodbye Charlie Bean, his nickname for her, but as she felt him slip away underneath her, it was a declaration of love so blinding that Charlie felt it burning through her cells with energy so pure it filled her with strength she never felt before. It cleared her mind, sobered her to the point that the heavy body filling her up from behind wasn't the focus any more. It was the knife.

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“Karla--!” Jael’s voice wavered but went unnoticed.

“Morning!” Karla said pleasantly. She spun around and came up short. A blue jacket stood right in her way. With an unpleasant sinking feeling, she recognized the close up of Kevlar signature weave.

Oh come on, she thought aggravated, could I at least have my tea first?

“You recovered quickly.” Bryan said obliquely.

Feeling uncharitable and not at all responding well to the cool look he was giving her, Karla ignored his odd comment and made to push past him. For his part, he stubbornly held to his human barricade impression and refused to budge.

“Can I speak to you for a moment?” he persisted.

She huffed in exasperation. “Can I eat first? I’m starving--” Karla had a feeling that her yummy breakfast would now hold the consistency of moldy sawdust but damned if she’d give him the satisfaction.

He let her pass and stony faced she headed for the table where her brothers sat.

Her arrival had the effect of chlorine gas on her flesh and blood. She was pretty sure she’d never seen them scatter to the wind so completely. There was a confusing chorus of “We’re just heading out!” “Later!” “Got somewhere to be--!” and most incriminating of all Jesse slinked away without meeting her eyes.

*Scott--?!* Karla’s accusing telepathic growl followed him out the door.

She found herself standing all by herself at the empty table. Her suspicions were coming together to offer a theory; one that involved a departing Kidd and an arriving Bryan. Throw her brothers into the mix, and a squirrely Jael to top it off and she concluded that she’d just missed a spectacular display of male posturing. Lucky her.

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Prequel in the works among other things.

There are people out there that think like me--scary.

So I just happened across this picture on Tumblr the other day:

It was like someone reached into my brain and pulled out the Penthouse bedroom where Jake kept Karla locked up in Ch. 15 of An Other Kind Of Fury.

"The suite was nowhere she would have dreamed Jake would be staying. It was uncharacteristically luxurious for Steel Panther standards. The large (here Karla’s mind skipped over the details) four poster bed was on a dais. She stepped down; the marble floor was cool to her feet, black and white furs scattered the floor and she imagined they were of the real variety; Jake wasn’t exactly a card-carrying PETA member. The walls were varying shades of gray and the accents were black and rose and white. The furnishing she discovered were made of rare and priceless ebony; Heavy, dense and dark.

A large landscape mirror hung over two empty ebony dressers and with a fluttering feeling in her stomach like a nervous butterfly trying to escape she noticed her reflection revealed the black draped four poster directly behind her. She turned away abruptly.

Like the bed the high-backed chairs in one corner were draped in luxurious silks. In the parallel corner of the room, Karla found herself standing on the edge of a sunken marble tub. Goosebumps rose on her arms and shoulders at the thought of the intimacy implied at its presence. She felt her cheeks prickle as the blood left her face. At the farthest end of the room was an open arch through which she could see a large marble fountain sink with a mirror reflecting the water above it. A quick glance inside confirmed an open stand-up shower in one corner and the usual facilities in the other. No doors, no locks, no privacy. It was a cage. Pretty if one could appreciate the trappings, but a cage nonetheless."

I can practically see Jayce leaning against one of the posts. So amazing to see something in my head come to life...

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It's gonna get bad before it gets worse - excerpt

            Karla was huddled on the couch when Bryan returned, rubbing a towel through his wet hair. She pulled her wrap tighter around her shoulders and hugged her long legs. Kidd was dumping the broken dishes into the garbage; he watched their exchange silently from the kitchen.

            Sitting next to her on the couch, Bryan examined Karla for a moment. Her black hair slid over her shoulder and provided an effective curtain while she gathered her thoughts. She knew he was waiting for an explanation.

            “Jayce was looking for me,” she said finally.

            Bryan couldn’t help the chill at her words. “How?”

            She looked up at him, “He can sense where I am. He . . . he did something to create a . . . tie with me.” Though her words were said vaguely Bryan and Kidd could read into her statement and imagine how Jayce had managed to do something so invasive. Unaware of their darkening gazes, Karla continued, “The others can’t sense me now. Or talk to me, y’know, telepathically because of him.” She glanced warily at Bryan.

            “Does he know where you are now?”

            She shook her head slowly, “I don’t think so. He was too angry.”

            “I need to understand how he almost made you leave,” Bryan asked. His voice was a quiet rumble of unease.

            Karla’s fingers closed tightly into a fist. “It’s hard to explain,” she said weakly. “The . . . tie . . . he can control me with it.”

            “The Café!” Kidd barked suddenly.

            Karla jumped, eyes wide.

            “That’s how he fucking got to you!!” He slammed his hands down on the counter. “Son of a fucking bitch!”

            “Kidd--?” Karla whispered.  She inhaled, “Wait—what?!” She stood up abruptly, the color draining from her face. “No! It’s not what you’re thinking! I mean he was there! But it was Jake! Jake--!”
            Oh shit, thought Bryan. He shot a pained glance to Kidd hoping the other man would get the hint and stop revealing how much they knew. Shut up you fool!

            Kidd came out from behind the counter. He held his hands out to Karla. “It’s okay! You don’t have to keep the secret anymore—”

            Bryan was pretty sure he heard when Karla’s heart stopped. “Goddamn it Kidd!!” he snarled.

            He jumped up as Karla shakily began backing away.

            Kidd ignored him. He didn’t dare look away from his girlfriend. Her eyes were filled with betrayal as she looked back and forth between him and Bryan. She shook her head. “No!” she moaned, “No! How do you know?!”

            “Sit back down Karla and I’ll tell you how, babe. It’s okay . . .” he spoke calmly.

            Her hand covered her mouth. She looked at Bryan, lost and devastated.

            “Fuck!” Bryan exploded, “Shut UP, Kidd!”

            He anticipated Karla’s next move and his muscles bunched with tension.

            They know about Jayce? Karla wanted to wrap her arms around her waist because she was convinced someone just gutted her. The cold feeling of losing all her insides in one swift shining arc reminded her of the nightmares she used to have after sword fighting with Alex. Only she easily would have traded her blood for what spilled instead. Oh GOD they know what my brother did to me!!

            Her reality began to fragment. I have nothing. Jayce was right. Darkness began to pull at her. I can never see them again; she decided dully, it’s over.

            Through their bond Kidd could sense something of her decision. “No!” he rasped.

            She had already spun around and focused her growing tide of desperation at the door. It blew open with an explosion of shame fueled panic. Karla leapt for the empty freedom waiting beyond.

Everything happened in a blur of motion but Bryan was only an arm length behind her and Kidd only seconds behind him. She’d hit the hallway at a sprint, trying to throw the door closed behind her to slow them down. Bryan plowed through it like a wrecking ball.

            As soon as Karla’s feet touched the carpeted floor of the hallway it was like a drop in a pond. An undetectable ripple began to spread out, reaching for a distant shore.

            Jayce sat to attention. Something shivered against his awareness. It was a touch like a feather against his cheek and then THERE she was.  A crooked grin spread across his face. He was back in business.

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