Erasure and Affirmation (Hypernaturals 11)

It's a Trap

Although Vera is the secret Liaison, and even though, based upon what Ginger and Wyatt told us, those meetings are probably useless, my other useless meetings go on. Larry and I, squaring off for fresh rounds of BS.

Leslie brought the first round and did the usual flash me not Larry thing. It hardly registered this time. Ever since I was here with Angel and she completely owned his Siren ass with a touch, Larry has been more subdued. I am fine with that because always having to make up macho stuff is very tiring.

Leslie seemed a little hurt by his lack of reaction, so I decided to make a bigger deal about it on the second round of beers. Except Vera brought them. She flashed me. I looked around, worried Kitty would be next, but she is not in the bar.

"Nice babe. Nice." I said, watching Larry. He hated that one a little more because Vera has long been his unattainable target. He has had no luck with Leslie either, but that seems to bother him less. I think that perhaps it is because Vera is my Ex, and I brought her here.

We talked about more stuff, even going so far as to talk about a fall off in food sales over at the restaurant part of the bar. When we are talking about a seasonal sales decline in hamburgers, we are hitting rock bottom of the subjects. I co-own a bar, so I know about business cycles. I pointed out that things like that come and go and then wondered why the hell am I trying to make Larry feel better?

I scanned the room plumbing for topics. But no. Furniture is the same. Ceiling fans are the same. The stage for open mike night... Nothing has changed. It is a Siren set, put here to have our little Siren / Vampire play on.

Leslie and Vera brought the third round of beer, and Leslie did not just open her vest, she bent over and pressed her breasts to my face. "If you want to put some fangs into there, either one, go right on ahead, sweetie." She offered. I could not look over at Vera because my vision was full of shades of flesh tones.

'The Firehouse' can be a place where sex acts occur. Right on the tables, when a singer is really on their game. I have never been one of the people on the receiving end of it. I have never encouraged it, other than by tipping at the END of the evening.

When Leslie moved back after I mumbled some things into her flesh and then relented and close mouth kissed each breast lightly, she moved back and acted like I had done more.

Looking directly at me as she lied, she said "Oh, honey. I could do me with a lot more of that!"

Maybe that is not lying. There pretty much isn't any place to go but up from there.

Vera's expression was pretty much priceless since she couldn't see what really happened there. She glanced at Larry, saw that was getting a rise out of him finally, and then she did the same damn thing.

Fine. I rose to that challenge. I put a hickey on the direct nipply end of each one as it came to my mouth. Vera whispered, "Oh, fuck.... me..."

As Vera was reassembling herself and looking flustered, I said casually to Larry, who was flushing up to his neck, "Larry. I have resisted that Vera for a long time. Long time. I waited to see how you were going to do with her, but.. You know what? I think I'm going to claim her. Make her mine. What do you think?"

Vera's hands dropped to her sides before she was fully buttoned, as she looked at me in shock.

Larry, for his part, went ahead and turned red all the way to his hairline.

"How many women do you fucking need? You claimed that Angel! Surely she alone is enough for any man!"

Angel really affects Sirens.

"I think am going to make Angel and Vera a matched set. Do them at the same time. Won't that be awesome?" I said, looking very thoughtful about the concept.

I finally found some new bullshit to sling. This is WAY better than food sales.

"Aww, Honey!" Leslie said to Vera. "Why are you so damn lucky? Here... Let me help you with this..." And Leslie finished doing Vera's vest buttons. Vera paid her no attention, she was staring at me.

"Are you insane?" She finally managed.

"No, Vera, After that taste, I'm hungry." I told her. "I am going to take you home and put you in bed with Angel. It will be amazing."

Vera narrowed her eyes at me on that one, and I think she started to see what I am really doing here.

"Damn it. I am going to have to talk to the bosses about changing the venue. Next you'll be after Leslie and Kitty." Larry damn near whined.

"Oh. I like it! A great Siren lady threesome!" I enthused.

"My fucking mouth..." Larry said.

He looked at his watch. "Be back. I am supposed to give you something now. From the high muckety-mucks.

Now this meeting is getting interesting

When Larry returned, he handed me a standard letter size envelope. Just my name on the outside. I am not used to seeing my 'Clan' name anymore. Adrian Sagan. I am mostly just 'Adrian' inside my world.

"What is it?" I asked, curious. I di not normally get mail here.

"No fucking idea. Came today. Then I got a call to give it to you at exactly 1:30 pm from one of the bigwigs." Larry said.

I opened it. There was a paper with a time and an address. 2:00 pm. Printed but not signed at the bottom it said 'Ginger and Wyatt'.

There was also a printout of a picture.

The woman who raped me.

She is bound and gagged in the picture, but it is her. I would know her face anywhere. I flashed on her looking up at me as I hung from the cross, as she worked on trying to collect a semen sample via oral means. It was not sexy. It was not good. My heart started racing. I had a sort of whiteout.

I came back to Vera, kneeling in front of me, frantic. "Adrian? Adrian? Come back. What is wrong?"

Vera is holding the two pieces of paper now. I must have dropped them.

"I have to go." I said and stood up. I remembered my manners enough to hand Leslie forty dollars.

She looked confused by the amount. I did not have time. "Boobs. Face. Gotta go." I said and headed to the door.

Larry was very confused. "What the hell?" he asked. "Did you see what was on that paper, Leslie?"

"Some lady tied to a chair." Leslie said. She sounded as puzzled as Larry.

"Must be his mom" Larry guessed.

I accelerated out the door. My 124 is parked right next to the stairs. Top down, so I vaulted into it. Vera opened the passenger door and jumped in.

"Why are you coming?" I asked.

"Because you are going to tell me what the fuck just happened." Vera demanded.

I set up the address on the car computer. Handed Vera the papers and then peeled out.

"That woman in the picture. She is the one who raped me." I said.

"Fucking hell!" Vera replied, looking at the picture again