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Authors: Christine Ashworth
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angelic armor." Anticipation brightened her eyes. Satine licked her lips and reached out a pale hand. “Come closer.”
"I don’t think so," Rose said, her voice calm. "I know you, Sara. You've seen me before. Look into my eyes, and remember."
Satine looked. Her normally pale face went stark white with recognition, the blush she'd applied appearing garish now on her marble skin. She snarled. "You don't stand a chance. You didn't then, and you don't now. But this time, when I kick you in the teeth, I'll be snapping your neck. Then I'll drink your blood."
"You'll never control me. Not again. I do have a chance, more than just a chance. I will win. I've been chosen to stand against you." Rose stood as tall as she could at a mere five-feet-five-no-spike-heels, and faced her enemy. The air around her seemed to pulse.
"Chosen," spat the vampire. "It's all very well and good to be chosen . You have to actually be able to resist all you are in order to win. Can you resist?"
Rose held her gaze steady. "I ran away from Kevin. I won that round.”
“Oh yeah. But what happened after that? Oops, you died.” Satine tossed her head in contempt. "You can't run away from yourself. Look at me and remember your past. For we are alike, you and I. Look at me."
Rose looked into the vampire's deep blue eyes and fell into memories of drugs, emptiness, and reckless behavior. Her very being became weighed down with longing for the drugs, the alcohol, and the anonymous sex. Kevin. She should find Kevin, beg his forgiveness. She should...her body fell into trembling; hard, jerking shakes of crystal meth need. The spiral on her belly burned and the energy she'd received from Gabriel dissolved as though written in vapor.
"No!" Gabriel shoved Rose to the patio door and moved between them, and faced Satine. "Grab your trash and go. This isn't the time or the place. We're meeting later tonight, remember?"
Satine's lip curled. "You really think that I'm going to just hand over your soul? Hmmm. Well. Maybe I will. Trade. Your soul for the girl." She smirked and put a hand on one hip, flipped her hair over her shoulder.
Rose huddled against the door. Even wallowing in remembered pain, Rose understood. Of course. It was the only solution. Whatever she was supposed to do didn't necessarily mean she'd survive it. They hadn't promised her survival. Inside, she trembled as she waited for Gabriel to seal the deal.
But his answer was as incomprehensible as it was straightforward. "No."
"So, you give her your protection. Do you really think she's strong enough to do the job of satisfying you, Gabriel?" Satine laughed, a high, sharp sound that hurt Rose's ears. "Ah, you are too funny. She’s a suicide and a drug addict. Look at her, caught in the web of an addict's need. Watch your wallet around her, because she'll steal from you. Anything to get her next fix."
Rose paled at the vampire's vicious words, so familiar, rendering her unable to move, to defend herself against them. How many times had she been accused of stealing, when all the time it had been Sara? Now Gabriel would make the trade. He'd have to, and she wouldn't blame him.
Gabriel exploded in a rush of movement and caught Satine by surprise with a foot to her ribcage. She flew backwards, hitting the block wall at the rear of the property and causing it to bulge outwards. Foul curses streamed out of her mouth.
Before Satine could regain her feet, Rose felt herself gathered up in Gabriel's arms and they'd moved through the patio door. He shut and locked it, then headed to the basement.
In Gabriel's arms, Rose grew hot with shame as she replayed Satine's words in her mind. True, all true, and the heat of her addiction fed a gnawing emptiness in her belly. Gabriel's coolness, a delicious contrast to her own heat, didn't penetrate the doubt that swamped her. She'd never win. She'd never fulfill her mission, and as a result, she'd die. Gabriel would go demon without his soul. And the world
"I don’t think so," Rose said, her voice calm. "I know you, Sara. You've seen me before. Look into my eyes, and remember."
Satine looked. Her normally pale face went stark white with recognition, the blush she'd applied appearing garish now on her marble skin. She snarled. "You don't stand a chance. You didn't then, and you don't now. But this time, when I kick you in the teeth, I'll be snapping your neck. Then I'll drink your blood."
"You'll never control me. Not again. I do have a chance, more than just a chance. I will win. I've been chosen to stand against you." Rose stood as tall as she could at a mere five-feet-five-no-spike-heels, and faced her enemy. The air around her seemed to pulse.
"Chosen," spat the vampire. "It's all very well and good to be chosen . You have to actually be able to resist all you are in order to win. Can you resist?"
Rose held her gaze steady. "I ran away from Kevin. I won that round.”
“Oh yeah. But what happened after that? Oops, you died.” Satine tossed her head in contempt. "You can't run away from yourself. Look at me and remember your past. For we are alike, you and I. Look at me."
Rose looked into the vampire's deep blue eyes and fell into memories of drugs, emptiness, and reckless behavior. Her very being became weighed down with longing for the drugs, the alcohol, and the anonymous sex. Kevin. She should find Kevin, beg his forgiveness. She should...her body fell into trembling; hard, jerking shakes of crystal meth need. The spiral on her belly burned and the energy she'd received from Gabriel dissolved as though written in vapor.
"No!" Gabriel shoved Rose to the patio door and moved between them, and faced Satine. "Grab your trash and go. This isn't the time or the place. We're meeting later tonight, remember?"
Satine's lip curled. "You really think that I'm going to just hand over your soul? Hmmm. Well. Maybe I will. Trade. Your soul for the girl." She smirked and put a hand on one hip, flipped her hair over her shoulder.
Rose huddled against the door. Even wallowing in remembered pain, Rose understood. Of course. It was the only solution. Whatever she was supposed to do didn't necessarily mean she'd survive it. They hadn't promised her survival. Inside, she trembled as she waited for Gabriel to seal the deal.
But his answer was as incomprehensible as it was straightforward. "No."
"So, you give her your protection. Do you really think she's strong enough to do the job of satisfying you, Gabriel?" Satine laughed, a high, sharp sound that hurt Rose's ears. "Ah, you are too funny. She’s a suicide and a drug addict. Look at her, caught in the web of an addict's need. Watch your wallet around her, because she'll steal from you. Anything to get her next fix."
Rose paled at the vampire's vicious words, so familiar, rendering her unable to move, to defend herself against them. How many times had she been accused of stealing, when all the time it had been Sara? Now Gabriel would make the trade. He'd have to, and she wouldn't blame him.
Gabriel exploded in a rush of movement and caught Satine by surprise with a foot to her ribcage. She flew backwards, hitting the block wall at the rear of the property and causing it to bulge outwards. Foul curses streamed out of her mouth.
Before Satine could regain her feet, Rose felt herself gathered up in Gabriel's arms and they'd moved through the patio door. He shut and locked it, then headed to the basement.
In Gabriel's arms, Rose grew hot with shame as she replayed Satine's words in her mind. True, all true, and the heat of her addiction fed a gnawing emptiness in her belly. Gabriel's coolness, a delicious contrast to her own heat, didn't penetrate the doubt that swamped her. She'd never win. She'd never fulfill her mission, and as a result, she'd die. Gabriel would go demon without his soul. And the world
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