The Twisted Links

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

Farm Vegas...

"Laser Tag? Seriously?" Firelight asked.

"Yep? Loads of fun." Reilly said, grinning like a little kid that ran off with the last ice cream cone.

The Sprite shook his head, "The old Reilly would have picked the Nymphs or a club. As a place to 'go out' to." Firelight said. He felt jealous of his friend who was head over heels in love with his mate and now had two children while he had nothing.

"The new Reilly has a life." he snarked back before adding, "And a sexy ass mate who promised me a reward if I behave. So no one had better cause any trouble." he growled in warning.

Walking into the empty arcade that he had rented out for the evening, he went to the concession counter to pick up their vests and guns. While Reilly and Firelight were dressed "normally" the workers stared at the 12 other larger than life beings who looked at though they had walked off a SCA convention.

"Are those swords real?" a pimply faced youth asked.

"They were forged in the fires of hell." Ruptor answered in his deep baritone voice that was scary on its own. Coupled with the scars and rough appearance, the demon would have looked at home on a horror movie set.

"Well... y-you're going to have to leave them out here... s-sir." the boy said, obviously flustered.

A round of snarls sounded before, the clank of metal sounded against the glass display case.

"Alright, hand them over so we can partake in these lasher activities." Plethora said after setting down two curved daggers. She gave the boy a seductive wink. He nervously blushed and looked away. The collar of his polyester work shirt had become as tight as his pants.

"I believe they said 'laser.'" Vastator corrected, laying his weapon down.

"Let's just get through this," Pestis sighed, tossing down his sword, almost breaking the glass counter top.

"Stand aside." Iena demanded, kissing her bow before placing it on the counter.

After setting down their weapons, the boy behind the counter clears his throat. "The um, axes too. Please?"

The woman with strange colored blue eyes and jet black hair stared at him causing chills to run down his spine. "If you want my kamas, you can come and take them." she dared.

The boy trembled and whimpered under her intense gaze.

"Rixa!" Legion, a strong incubus, growled in warning. The poor boy couldn't stop the moan of desire that escaped at the sound of that particular demon's voice.

With a disgruntled snort, the woman laid down her weapons.

Reilly shook his head, "So difficult people, so difficult."

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Trish wasn't surprised that they kept her locked up but she was rather livid that they let Haggai out and he didn't ever stop by for a visit. Her only companion was a lone vampire in the cell across from her. Trish railed and cursed from sunup to sundown never once did the vampire respond in any form. With her list of grievances depleted, Trish began working on a much longer tabulation of her sins and regrets.

Taking a pause from her rant, Trish noticed a change in the atmosphere. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

"Witch?"

Trish was surprised to hear another voice that was heavily accented. Instead of sitting on the mattress on the floor, hunched over, the vampire stood at the barred wall.