It was like the edge of nail cutting my spine. My skin searched desperately to escape but the tension in my muscles held me to the doorway. I finally raised my arm and tapped the door.

"Enter" came a stern squawk. My hands trembled but I grasped the door knob and twisted it.

"Mère du Bayou" I ogled the crone. Her dark gaze wandered from her concoctions to me. Withered, creased skin framed brilliant ebony eyes. The corners of her lips lifted into a terrifying smile.

"Marcel, Cherri." the term was endearing, but her tone was not. "How may I help you?" her voice crawled out in a thick creole accent.

"I've done as you asked. She's enrolled in Davina's school, in all the same classes. Davina will take care of her. I've got her everything she wants. She's well. She even asked about getting her licence and taking some driving lessons." I sputtered. Those flint like orbs drilled into mine. Smirking, she returned for one of her brightly coloured but foul smelling brews.

"Good, its time she learned. And the Michelson's?" she drawled.

"They are holding to the truce, like you promised. But ..." I stammered "from the moment Klaus met her, he has had two Hybrids on her. The school, the house, everywhere."

"Cherri" she purred, glaring towards me. Shuffling over, her gnarled fingers caressing my cheek, sending a current through me.

"Ever since the Michelson's abandoned you, since Klause reduced you and this city to ruin. Who has protected you, given you this city and the power to rule it? Who made you a contender, even after the Michelson's return? And who do you think will help you drive them away?" she whispered, flashing a menacing smile.

"In all these years, I've asked nothing of you." she crooned. But child if anything happens to Gina", her fingers a vice, pressing into my hyoid bone "then you would serve no purpose" she hummed, walking back to her mixtures. "Don't worry about Klaus, I'll deal with him. Just keep her safe and I'll ... protect everything you love, make every ambition a reality." she smiled. "But if anything happens to her ... you'll be responsible and you'lll pay the price." the tension strangles me. "I want to see him." she exhaled. "Ask him if he is concerned the prophecy and his remaining family?" She sprinkled a powder into the potion. "Let him know that I have answer, if he is interested." A gas rose altering my breath, my sight, my mind.

"Leave!" she roared.

I found myself in front of gas station 'The 5th Wheel'. Woozy but recovering, It was now the dust, kicked up by the blue convertible that choked me. I watched as Rebecca stepped out and whispered something to the gas attendant as she walked to the back, The boy remained frozen, on guard. Hope gurgled happily in her car seat.

I strode to the back. Water could be heard running in the small shed that housed a washroom. I grabbed the knob and twisted, hard, crushing the handle. Woosh, the door swung open. The reflection of Rebecca's blue eyes flickered over me distastefully. She slammed down the lever and furiously snatched at a few paper towels.

She strode to the door, "Move" she bit out

My gaze prowled over her angelic face, her pert breast, that tiny waist,, down the soft curve of her hips and lingered over her shimmering thighs.

Her palm slammed into my chest, I tumbled back a few meters. I shoved my heel into the fractured payment and crouched. As she glided past, I pounced ramming her into the back wall. She crashed, cracking the bricks. I curled my fingers around her wrist and whirled her about, slamming those soft mounds into the hard brick.

I lightly rested my hand on the curve of her waist, as my left hand remained tightly wound around her left wrist.

Her scent washed over me, as the tip of my nose trailed down the top of her head, over her soft curls to nestle between her nape and ear.

"Where have you been" I growled.

She cocked her head a bit to the right, pushing me deeper into her scent

"None of your business" she muttered between clenched teeth.

My finger slowly worms up her waist. She squirms. I cradl her stone hard nipples. She wriggles, brushing that tenacious ass against me. I slid my hand down her dress and clasp the hem, dragging it up over the white lace and silk that protects her from me.

Still clutching the hem, I trail my index finger over her navel and down to edge of her panty. It travels further down to her soaked apex. The corners of my lips curl slightly, as I brush over her mound, and my fingers transverse under the elastic and spirals closer to her core. Her breath grows ragged. My finger flutter over her juicy lips. I caress her lightly as her breath hitches. Finally I decide to press my digits into her drenched crevice. Gliding it over her nub and then sinking deep into her silky fold.

I withdrew my hand and she sighed unhappily. I nudged my knee between her thighs, pushing myself deeper into her and her deeper into wall. I rested my chin on her shoulder and chuckled. I popped my index finger into my mouth, as I lapped up every drop of her.

"Delicious" I whispered to her as she trembled.

I rub my middle finger over her lips, as she tilts her head further to look up at me. Our gazea meet and her lips part slightly. Indulging her, I thrust the finger into her yearning mouth and glide it over her tongue in an 'S'. I lazily drag my finger out, her lips remain parted, while her chin remains tucked and eyes look up at me. I lean in, our lips brush lightly, my tongue darts out tasting her on her own lips. Without hesitation I plunge in.

My right had curves around her shoulder and slowly drifts down her arm to encircle her other wrist. From her wet tongue to the ridges of her pallet the tip of my tongue travels, finding its way to her tonsils. I bring her right wrist to her left and grasp both in one hand. I then withdraw my lips from hers and she moans.

I grab the back of her dress and hike it up. The glistening globes of her tight tush greet me. Wack! My rough palm comes down hard onto her creamy skin. She whimpers and braces herself with her shoulders against the rough brick. A quiver runs down her back in anticipation. I unbutton my jeans and lower my zipper. The white fabric separating her two cheeks is dripping wet.

I hook my claws into waistband and pull down roughly, tearing a bit of the lace. I caress the tip of my head again the slit of her pussy, mixing the liquid oozing from me with the dew leaking out of her. I tease her a bit and then thrust in. I begin at a slow human pace. But son I'm vibrating in and out of her.

My grip on her wrist slackens and she pulls her right hand free, hooking it around my neck, drawing me towards her. That's when I began to feel the pressure rise and just as I implode with her, Rebecca's fangs violently descend into my jugular.

I am enraptured. But in the next moment Rebecca twist and pushes me back with all her strength. I slam into the ground, my dick still unzipped.

"Well, thanks for the welcome!" she states gleefully, adjusting her knickers and frock. She walk past me towards her car, the click of her heels ringing in my ear.

"Jesus what's wrong with you Aaron, why do you keep zoning out?" I hear a high-strung female voice up at the front.

"Thanks for all your help." says Rebecca, un-compelling the boy. I hear the engine rev up and seconds later gravel scatter.

I hear footsteps crunch into the gravel as they approach me. I jump up, zip up my pants and walk away.

Seconds later I hear the girl shout "Oh my God Aaron! Man there is some major structural damage at the building. We better call the boss."

I smirk.