{"id":10386,"date":"2016-11-13T20:07:34","date_gmt":"2016-11-13T20:07:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/?p=10386"},"modified":"2018-07-23T21:09:48","modified_gmt":"2018-07-23T20:09:48","slug":"season-of-solace-103","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/goteamfiction.com\/index.php\/2016\/11\/13\/season-of-solace-103\/","title":{"rendered":"Season of Solace. 103"},"content":{"rendered":"
103: The Avalon, Regency Street Luxury Apartments<\/strong><\/div>\n
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\u201cDrusilla,\u201d the name rolled off Nicolau\u2019s tongue as if tasting a rare wine. Anticipation hit like a gathering storm. After all of this time she had to cross his path here and now.<\/p>\n

He saw Isobel\u2019s eyes go wide with recognition. Drusilla\u2019s name was well known to them both. A look of fury took over her soft features, Isobel\u2019s mouth tightening at the realization that they were not dealing with some nameless minion. \u201cDrusilla here in Sunnydale? The timing is suspect, my love.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI remember well her raven hair, a black sheath of midnight against her pale skin,\u201d Nicolau mused over the memory. \u201cShe favored black lace and red velvet.\u201d<\/p>\n

Curiosity prompted Anton to ask, \u201cA former lover?\u201d<\/p>\n

Nicolau shares a look of amusement with his childe. \u201cHardly. Her sire was never one to share.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAngelus,\u201d the name purred from Isobel\u2019s lips. Even Anton recognized the name. The glory days of Angelus were way before his time. Just the mention of these vampires had aroused his master and mistress.<\/p>\n

What he knew of Isobel, she was too young to have met the Scourge of Europe in his glory days. \u201cWe never met,\u201d Isobel admitted woefully. A pout settled across her pretty lips.<\/p>\n

The tales of the bloodshed and horror wrought by Angelus left her shuddering with lustful admiration. There were other more personal accounts revealed by Darla. \u201cI met his sire once in the early 1900s,\u201d Isobel\u2019s revelation stirred up her temper. It showed in her cold blue eyes. \u201cBitch.\u201d<\/p>\n

Darla was always boastful of her favorite\u2019s prowess, yet she spoke of him as if she hated him. Seemed angry with herself for desiring him despite his absence. Isobel had been intrigued, but Darla refused to tell her more.<\/p>\n

Isobel\u2019s curiosity had garnered nothing but rumor. It was as if Angelus had simply disappeared. She had been intrigued to discover that her own sire knew Angelus. While she had been entertaining Darla, trying to seduce her into telling her more about her vicious childe, Nicolau had been away. If only he had been there. He was far more Darla\u2019s type.<\/p>\n

As it was, Isobel had to settle for a little sport and sharing the innkeeper\u2019s son. The whole experience had been rather unsatisfying. Nicolau had not been very interested in Darla when she told him of her interlude with Angelus\u2019 sire. \u201cThe whore doesn\u2019t move me,\u201d he\u2019d said. He had been much more eager to learn about any companions traveling with her.<\/p>\n

That was the first time Isobel had heard Drusilla\u2019s name on her sire\u2019s lips. It stirred anger and jealousy within her now as it had then. Not so much because he\u2019d hoped to seduce the other vampiress, but because Drusilla had been subject to Angelus\u2019 will, forced to his bidding, fucked by him, the legendary Scourge of Europe.<\/p>\n

Isobel licked her lips at the thought. It was not that Nicolau did not measure up to any vampire she\u2019d ever met. He was her sire, after all, powerful, beautiful and deadly. He was her everything. There was only one thing that kept Angelus in her fantasies.<\/p>\n

Nicolau was too refined. He was not vicious, or as ruthless as she knew herself to be. Angelus had those traits according to the many stories she\u2019d heard over the years. If Drusilla\u2019s presence here suggested any possibility that her sire was also present, then this trip America was not going to be half as boring as she imagined.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me again, Nicolau,\u201d begged Isobel. \u201cYou met Angelus once in Venice, I believe, accompanied by his sire and childe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Nicolau was quite aware of Isobel\u2019s desires. It amused him the way she put Angelus on a pedestal. He preferred to talk about Dru instead. \u201cI planned to seduce Drusilla anyway. There was something so innocent about her despite her lineage, an oddity. As if there was a place deep inside that her sire had not touched. I wanted to claim that.\u201d<\/p>\n

What little Anton knew about Angelus suggested he would not take kindly to another vampire touching what was his. The Aurelius line was very possessive about what belonged to them. \u201cYou did this knowing how Angelus would react.\u201d<\/p>\n

With a shrug, Nicolau admitted, \u201cThat made her all the more tempting.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rapt with attention, Anton had to ask, \u201cWhat happened, master?\u201d having never known Nicolau\u2019s seductions to be unsuccessful.<\/p>\n

\u201cDrusilla,\u201d he murmured the name, thoughts turning inward trying to call upon the memory of that night long ago. \u201cShe said something. It disturbed me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rather than sharing the details, Nicolau walked away to stand with his back to them, his face darkening into a scowl. He faced the thin veil of curtains now closed across the Venetian blinds. The curtains flashed open with a short pull of the string.<\/p>\n

Reaching up, he took hold of the rod controlling the blinds and began to turn it. A beam of sunlight hit low across the windowpane shining directly through the open slat. Anton scampered back into the shadows on the other side of the bed as the light shone into the room.<\/p>\n

The sunbeam hit the floor only inches away. Nicolau ran his hand through its warmth noting the way the light bounced off his signet ring.<\/p>\n

\u201cClose the blinds,\u201d Isobel pressed herself against Nicolau\u2019s back. She covered his hand, enjoying the momentary warmth against her skin. \u201cIt has been a long night. Drusilla must have a lair somewhere in town. All those who would possess the knowledge of its location have already taken to their beds.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nicolau lifted her hand to his lips kissing her fingertips. He flipped the blinds closed again and turned to take her fully into his arms. \u201cDrusilla has something I want. It cannot be a coincidence that she is involved. When we find Drusilla and after I take back what is mine to possess, I will enjoy renewing our acquaintance.\u201d<\/p>\n

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