Dark Saviour

Circe - Part 7

Change was inevitable. That Alex & I were joining a new Community, a new family was something I was slowly adjusting to. I was gradually coming to terms with all the changes in my life that had taken place in the last two years. Plus I was feeling my way through the mine field of the Supernatural realm, and I was happy that I had yet to find something I absolutely could not handle.

OK, so somethings took longer to adjust to than others, like my newly discovered dominant side and my own particular brand of bloodlust when it came to everyone standing between me and Zass. The reality of Supernatural beings, creatures I'd only believed lived in stories... now magic?

Part of me still fell back into Cop mode when I was thinking about situations and how to handle them. But I knew that in this instance that wouldn't do me any good. Thinking like they did, understanding what they were after and how they saw me in this scenario would make it easier to behave in a manner where they might underestimate me.

My height for example was against me, I was way too tall for them to treat me like they might someone of Zass's stature. But their immediate expectations about my relationship with Zass could result in their guard being lowered around me. Mucho guys look at someone who likes other guys with contempt, distaste even, I could potentially use that to my advantage.

Sometimes stereotypes worked in your favour. That they were leaving me alone for the moment was leaving me with time to kill. Time to think, to reminisce... Thinking about punishment, potential damage and what those upstairs might do to me made my mind return to that long weekend Zass and I spent with our bag of toys. 'Our' bag not his anymore. I'd added a couple of things that seemed to float my boat and remembering them made me visualise Zass's naughty smile as I'd placed them inside the bag for the 'next' time.

"Ohhhh Blondie, you're definitely going to need them next time Lover." Zass purred.

I fucking love that sound.
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(Alex/Alexis)
While Scott and the girl spoke, I gently pushed Lexi to the background and took over. Alex would have dealt with the cold and the strain of the capture admirably however Lexi would
Have suffered needlessly. I however was more able to deal with everything, including the future violence that was sure to come along.

I could hear them, Alex & Lexi in the background, deep in the recesses of my brain. Their teeth chattering, but more out of fear than the cold. I needed to settle them emotionally and let them withdraw a bit further so I was completely in command of our superb physicality.

Whatever happened in the next few hours, I knew Zass & Scott had spoken.

Scott's smell had changed, he didn't smell as stressed and although he wasn't carefree by any means, considering the situation we were in, he was certainly a lot calmer than he had been when he'd first given me his jacket.

I also felt calmer knowing Zass would be coming for us. Because he wouldn't be alone.

Maybe he'd bring along that other cute hottie. I know Tank's off limits, but that man could ride me anytime. If Lexi hadn't been all about Zass and Scott, I could totally give Jezebel a run for her money with that brawny male. Ugh.
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(Zoe)
"Any movement?" Ledason asked.

"Nothing yet Sir." Zoe replied.

"You'll be relieved at dawn." Ledason informed her.

"Thank you Sir." She replied, settling into the car seat once more and sipping the stone cold coffee that had been fresh hours earlier. The faint need to tinkle made her wish dawn was closer. Sometimes stakeouts sucked.
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When I opened my eyes after speaking to Scott My smile stretched from one side of my face to the other. Not only was he alive and unharmed but so was Alex, at least for the time being. They were coping with capture and from what Scott had described, at least we had some idea of what to expect. Huge scorpions, a moat, flunkies and potentially an army of heavily armed Supes. Not insurmountable odds by any means, not all together in our favour either.