New World Order: Cori

River

THE BALL:

Watching her make her way over to me, she's beautiful. Hair hanging loosely past her shoulders, gray floor-length Chiffon evening gown.... "She is beautiful." Says Quinlan in agreeance, invading my space. Standing next to me, he's even creepier looking up close. She's definitely not with him for the physical attraction.

"Her attraction to me, goes beyond the physical."

"If you mean spiritual, then you would have to have a soul, to be soulmates." I state.

"Cori." He says in greeting. Taking her hand, she blushes as he applies a kiss. Smiling, her gaze never wavers from his. Clearing my throat to break the spell that he has on her, she graces me with a hug. "I've missed you." She whispers, giving me a quick kiss.

"Soldier". Says, Quinlan in parting. "Quinlan". I say to his departing back.

"What was that about?" Asks Cori.

"He's still getting used to sharing you". I say, pulling her close.

"And what about you?"

"No man wants to share his woman."

"Oh, i'm your woman...?" She asks playfully, her arms around my neck, gently stroking the nape. "I'm going home, to visit my parents and I want you to come with me." I say, my hands straying to her waist. "Is that what we're doing now, meeting the parents and shit?"

"And shit." I respond, tilting her chin upwards, my lips meet hers. A flick of her tongue, and I grant her access. She tastes of rose champagne, her tongue slowly probing. Gently touching my face, I pull her even closer.

"Ahem." We're interrupted by the General, reluctantly letting her go, she's visibly annoyed. Turning to face the intruder, her body becomes rigid. "What do you want?" Her snappish tone causes me to cringe. Let her tell it, the General's not to be trusted.

"I wanted to offer my condolences."

"Yeah, well you can eat shit and die, and take ya condolences and stick it up your as..."

"Take it easy..." I interject, rubbing her arms to calm her. Quinlan killed the master, but not before he killed her mother. She thinks that the General had something to do with it. In the months that followed she was inconsolable. Quinlan and I made it our mission, to take down "the order". With the help of the born, ten months later, mission accomplished.

This ball's being held in their honor, a celebratory thank you for a job well done. They must be shy, because they're a no show. Quinlan showed up for her, a glance in his direction and he's not pleased with the exchange.

"I think it would be best if you were to leave us." I say, wanting this to end as quickly as it started. "Im not here to cause you anymore unnecessary.... " Taking my hand, she leads me away from the red faced General.

"That was rude..."

"Yeah, it was... and he deserved so much more." A few more drinks and she'll be amenable, damn the General for getting her riled up. It's been too many months since we've been together, and i'm definitely not waiting any longer. Taking a drink from a passing server, i'm led into the women's powder room. She's not one for timidity, downing the cocktail quickly.

Maybe I should be thanking him instead of damning him. Kissing me with fervor, her lips are soft and demanding. Raising her dress, I lift her up onto the counter. Her legs around my waist, my throbbing member pressed against her sex, her moan of pleasure causes my rod to become even harder.

Gently teasing the essence of her femininity, she slowly moves in rhythm to my ministrations. Her breathing coming in quick short breaths, I illicit another moan by trailing kisses down her neck. A loud thud on the door, and an ear splitting scream followed by gunfire interrupts our intimate tryst. "Shit!" Going for my gun, she produces one from her thigh garter holster. "Where's your sword?" I ask.

"Where am I going to put it?" She replies annoyed.

"I thought maybe you'd stash it somewhere close, seeing as how you don't think any building is strigoi proof." I say, just as irritated.

I don't know what's going on, on the other side of the door, but someone's going to have to answer for my dwindling erection. Easing open the door, we step out into the hall to mayhem. Strigoi feeding, and guests fleeing in all directions. Cori takes aim, and shoots one feeding on a woman nearby in the head. I follow suit, killing the woman with a bullet to the brain. The General comes out of the men's room adjacent to the women's, looks like he'd been hiding. "You knew didn't you?" Accuses Cori. Shaking his head in the negative, Cori raises her gun to him. "Wait..." I say, killing a strigoi, running towards him. "What's the quickest way out of here?" Cori asks. The look he gives her is apologetic. "Oh, hell no!" Exclaims Cori. "I am not jumping out the window!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Please check out "Part 2" of the series "New World Order: River". (COMING SOON!)

Summary: After being beheaded by Quinlan, the Master's taken another form, Zach Goodweather. Ephraim refusing to give up hope, and believing that he can cure his son, goes in search of the descendant of the one whom the Occido Lumen speaks of, whose blood can cure the strigoi infection. Thinking that the Master had been ended, along with the order, Quinlan's purpose had been satisfied. He was ready to retire to a life of seclusion, with the woman whom he fell in love with. After the attack at the ball, where many of the world's notable people were in attendance, Quinlan has lost track of Cori, and now has to continue on with his life purpose, of finding and ending the Master. Happiness will have to wait. Cori's on the lam with River, they've run into a silver sword wielding old man, who's uncovered a new way to fight the strigoi. Fighting for their lives and humanity, will River make the ultimate sacrifice as he's being coerced to do, to save her and those that he loves.