Talia

The only thing that Talia could think as she crashed through the skylight was “What the fuck am I doing?” She fell and fell and fell and fell, for hours it seemed, keeping her eyes on the target as best she could in the light show of glass. She hit the table hard, but not as hard as it would usually happen. As soon as she hit, her right foot flew out and into the throat of the suit sitting there as she pulled her SMGs out. She began shooting the target at the head of the table in the chest as she rolled to the left, onto her back, still shooting. Glass was still falling onto her, but it didn’t hurt, thanks to Seth and his weird chanting. Just made the situation a little bit more cinematic. 

She sat bolt upright, spreading her gunfire around the table. These guys didn’t even have time to react. Just sat there with stupid looks on their faces as their chests exploded through the backs of their chairs. Only two of them actually got their hands to their guns before the bell tolled for ‘em. Funny.  You’d think people with this kind of power wouldn’t lose control over their bowels at the moment of death. Just goes to show you. Pauper or king, you will still be laid to rest in the arms of the Earth. 

Within six seconds, she had adjourned their meeting. 

“God, I’m good,” she said to the corpse with the irritatingly green tie soaking up its blood. 

She swung her feet over the side of the table, personifying lady-like grace and dignity, and walked over to where the target had fallen. She planted her foot on him and took a moment of ego. She sighed, contentedly. She grabbed the suitcase almost as an afterthought. The details of the job were, by and large, unimportant to her. Hers was the killing. That was the draw. It got her wet.

She stood back up on the table, looked up. In a moment of sweeping calm, she leapt the twenty feet to the roof. She took position where no one entering the room could see her and waited.  Seconds later, a flurry of armaments and big, tough looking men pushed its way through the door. She smiled and tossed a frag grenade down into them. She was already two building rooftops away when it went off. The board meeting was for money. The security was for fun.

“Cake,” she whispered to herself as she ran. She was a shadowy specter, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, and only dimly acknowledging the sounds of sirens converging upon the killing grounds.

Next morning. Coffee. Cigarettes. Breakfast of fucking champions. She sat there and watched the news. She always watched the news after a hit. You’d be stupid if you didn’t. They didn’t say shit, though. Media generally isn’t allowed to say much when a roomful of reasonably high-ranking gang members get whacked. Bad for business. So she sat there until the morning news faded into talk shows, satisfied.

“As good as I can expect,” she said, padding into her kitchen for a refill. She picked up the portable phone and gave Seth a call. She knew to let it ring. He’s a night person.

Groaning answered on the other end of the receiver.

“What?”

“Morning, sunshine,” Talia said in her most annoyingly cheery voice.  It was fun to fuck with him.

“Oh, it’s you,” His voice softened a bit. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her feminine whiles, or because of the fact that he had already shelled out half the money for this venture and wanted to ensure a return.

“How are you, sweetness?” she said, enjoying having him in her pocket.

“Feels like I’ve been ritualistically raped and castrated by Pygmies, while a blind and incontinent geriatric patient tried to give me a shoe-shine with a circular saw.”

“Poetry.” She laughed.

“How’d it go?

“Cake. You know where to find me.”

“See you then, kitten.” She could hear the smirk.

“Don’t call me that, you fucking undead fairy,” she said into the phone with mock irritation, but he had already hung up.

She sighed, tried to stop herself from smiling. Little gothy bitch of a boy he was.  Probably twice her age, but you couldn’t tell with elves. Despite herself, she liked him. She generally liked twisted fucks, and this one was more twisted than any she’d met. That and, no matter what racial preference you have, the boy is beautiful.  She laughed. She wagered that her dad’s ashes were churning at this moment. Her dad was a typical Tsume. Xenophobic to the Nth degree. 

“My daughter, a Tsume of proud heritage, consorting with an ELF?!?” She could hear him saying it. It made her smile more. What a prick he’d been.

Talia got to the club around 11:30. Fashionably late, as always. She was wearing the tight leather kimono that Seth had bought for her. She liked it, but generally refused to wear it.  Feminine principals. She slowly made her way around the club, scanning the crowd. She didn’t see him and decided to get a drink. While leaning on the bar, she felt him press up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing the hardness in his pants against her ass.

“Hey, kitten,” he whispered into her ear, tickling the hairs inside it.

She twisted in his arms to face him.

“I told you not to call me that, ya cock.”

“Ooo, you know I like an angry pussy.” He smiled that impish grin that always melts her.  She rolled her eyes, but she knew he would recognize it as forced.

“You are a piece of shit, you know?” she said, smiling.

“I know,” he said, looking as smug as anyone could. “Did you bring it?”

“Of course I brought it.” She pulled back a bit, offended that his mind turned to business so soon.

“Good. You want to come back to my place to make the exchange? I have a present for you.” He got a very devilish look in his eyes, which meant it was something good. She warmed up a bit again. 

“Okay.” She looked away and let him kiss her on the cheek. 

“Meet me there in a half an hour. Take this when you’re halfway there.” He handed her a pill.

“One of my roommates will let you in. And by the way, you really should wear that more often. You look astounding.” He faded back into the crowd.

She blushed a little, under her fur.  She liked him for being an asshole.  She hated him when he made her feel girly. She downed her drink and left.

When Talia got to Seth’s house, one of his roommates, the Al Radan chick, opened up the door and tried to look intimidating.

“Hey, Omar. ‘Member me?  Seth told me to wait here for him.”

“Oh! Yeah! He called and said you’d be here!” Too goddamned perky for me, Talia thought. Omar walked inside, leaving the door open. Talia walked in and shut it behind her.  Omar turned back to her.

“Are you two gonna have sex?” she said, sounding way too innocent.

“Very possibly.”

“Can I watch?” Omar had too much glee in her voice for comfort.

Talia’s brows furrowed.  “Maybe some other time, hun.”

Omar looked very disappointed and went back into the living room to continue watching Visral porn. Talia shook her head and walked upstairs to Seth’s room.

She felt the X starting to work in the pit of her stomach.

She had to give it to the boy, he had style. His entire room was an altar to some god whose name she couldn’t pronounce upon threat of death. On one wall, he’d constructed what looked to be very ornate gates, between which was a mirror. Every now and then, a flash of light would go off behind it, to somewhat illuminate roiling clouds. In front of each pillar of the gates was a raised fountain, on top of which was perched a skull. The water flowed out of the two skulls and into the recessed floor, tiled with black marble. He ended up having a four-inch deep pool in the middle of his room. The finishing touch was having the entire room surrounded with black velvet drapes. Style.

The light from two huge candelabras played off of the water to make shimmering effects in the mirror. She stared at herself in the mirror, watching the light play on her face. She set the briefcase beside his desk, taking a moment to feel the cool metal of it. She unzipped her kimono and squirmed out of it, tossing it onto his bed. She stepped out of her panties and into the pool to lay down. The water was the perfect temperature. The slick marble felt so good against her fingers…

She was moaning and writhing in pleasure when the Seth walked in.  He was pulling a girl by the hand. Lovely little human, very well put together in her vinyl corset and pants. Style and taste.

“Rebecca, meet Talia. She’s the one I told you about.” Rebecca was rubbing her hands all over herself and licking her lips. He’d given her a pill, too, evidently. “Talia, meet Rebecca, your present.” He winked at her. Rebecca leaned back and kissed Seth, throwing way too much tongue into it. The pill was affecting her more than it was Talia. Good, she thought.

While kissing, Seth unzipped her corset, and let it fall to the floor. Rebecca leaned her head back and moaned, clenching her jaw. He maneuvered her to the edge of the pool so that her back was to Talia. Talia and Seth had played this game before, and it was a game she loved to play. She knew what to do. 

Talia ran her wet hands up Rebecca’s vinyl pants, letting out a little moan herself. She grabbed the zipper of her pants and slowly pulled. The girl smelled of lilac and clean sweat.  Talia slowly pulled the young girl’s pants down to her ankles and helped her step out of them. She licked her way back up Rebecca’s leg and began toying with the straps of her thong. Seth bent down to his knees in front of the girl. He locked eyes with Talia.

“I hope you like her. I saw her and I thought of you.”  He smiled.

They both delicately removed the girl’s thong as she stood there rubbing her neck and moaning. Seth and Talia moved as one unit now. It was them and the girl. On each side of the girl, the planted their faces between her legs, toying with her soft parts, bringing her to an orgasm almost immediately. She slumped over Seth's shoulder, unable to handle the stimulation and remain standing. He stood up and straightened her. He smiled and handed her to Talia, who pulled her by the hand to lay down in the pool.

Seth walked around it to his bed, where he disrobed. He sat and watched the two roll around, exploring each other in the water, appreciating the artistry of the scene. He began chanting softly.

Eventually, he joined them in the water. The three of them moved in concert, pleasuring each other in every delicate and sensual way they could. But when Talia’s eyes met Seth’s, she saw that look in them. The look that says “I want more.” She smiled at him. She then kissed Rebecca passionately, slowly moving her to her hands and knees, with Seth behind her. Talia played with her hair and cooed into her ear as Seth began to fuck her from behind. Talia slithered her way up the girl’s back to spread the cheeks of her ass to get a better view of Seth pounding into her. She licked and nibbled at the girl’s back. Softly, slowly, Talia wrapped her arms around the girl’s body, pinning her arms to her sides. Once this was done, it became an unbreakable grip. She then straddled the back of the girl’s head and pushed it under the water, holding it there as the girl’s watery screams and bucking head vibrated her entire body. 

Seth was becoming exceptionally violent in his thrusting now, ripping gashes into her back with his long nails. The girl was convulsing, much to the pleasure of both Talia and Seth.  Rebecca got wilder and wilder, inducing more fervor in Seth. The girl eventually fell quiet and still. Seth’s breath began to shorten. Talia risked letting go of the girl’s arms and found that it wasn’t a risk after all. Definitely dead. Seth grimaced and pulled himself out of her corpse. Talia grabbed it and started pumping quickly. Seth let out a bestial roar and came onto Talia’s face and extended tongue. She put it in her mouth and moaned softly around it. Seth growled and clawed at Talia’s back. She pulled him out of her mouth and began licking him with her velvety, feline tongue. He shuddered and dropped back on his ass in the water, panting. Talia began purring. 

She pushed the corpse over and crawled over it to him, licking her lips.  She pressed her face to his and licked his cheek.

“Thanks for the present, baby. You shouldn’t have,” she purred.

“It’s better to give than to receive,” he said, out of breath.

She then nursed his cock back to health and they fucked again, her lying over the beautiful corpse.

After a time, they left the pool. Seth grabbed towels from the shelf by his bed and they dried off. Talia lay down on his bed as he picked up the body and walked out of the room with it. He returned after a few minutes and lay down beside her, kissing her shoulder.

“You know, you’re the only person I’ve ever fucked that isn’t covered with gashes afterwards.” Talia said. “Tsume are generally very violent in bed, after all.” She extended and retracted her claws thoughtfully.

“I have divine protection,” he said, a tired grin on his face.

When she woke up the next afternoon, Seth was gone, and so was the briefcase. No surprises there. She knelt down on her knees and splashed her face with the water from the pool. She eventually found her panties and put them on, followed by one of Seth’s t-shirts, with some dark and spooky picture on the front and some bizarre band name scrawled under it. She lit a cigarette and walked down stairs in search of coffee.

In the kitchen, she found Seth’s motley assortment of roommates, only two of which she had met before. Omar and Pawn, the other Tsume, who, all in all, she didn’t really like.

“Didja do it?  Didja do it?” she chirped.

She smiled down at her. “Yes, we did it. Happy?”

“No,” Omar said, suddenly depressed. “I wanna get laid…”

“When did Seth take off?” Talia said, trying to change the very uncomfortable subject.

“About two hours ago,” the Visral said. “I’m Tanith, by the way.”

“Talia.”

Tanith nodded and went back to her coffee, massaging her temples.

“You think I could get some of that? It’s been a long night.”

Pawn walked over to her with a cup.

“More fun with Gothy, the Wonder Pixie?” he said snidely.

She made a noncommittal grunt and headed for the sugar.

The group bantered back and forth, seemingly almost always on the edge of drawing guns. She was impressed by their ability to keep from killing each other. Must be the drugs they’re all smoking.

“Nip?” Pawn asked pleasantly, holding out a bowl.

“I’ll pass,” Talia said. “I’ll take some coke if you got it, though.”

“What’s with you people? All you want is uppers…” Pawn shook his head and walked over to an alcove of pillows and flopped out.

Talia shook her head and headed back upstairs. When she came back down, she told Omar to tell Seth to call her and got the hell out of Dodge.

Later that afternoon, driving around aimlessly, she got the call.

“Heya, sexy. What’s up?” Seth sounded chipper.

“Not much, what’s up with you, prick?”

“I’m hurt. I finished everything up, and I have your other half when you’re ready to come get it.”  For not being a cat, he sure as hell could purr.

“You’ll see me when you see me, what is it, Gothy the Wonder Pixie?”

She hung up on him in the middle of his screaming at Pawn. She laughed and tossed the phone into the passenger seat. Up goes the volume, down goes the pedal, running and screaming go the pedestrians.

A sleek black car pulled up beside her, one of those business cars of high-powered execs with money to burn. She took a passing glance into the passenger window and saw a human woman looking at her intently. Talia furrowed her brows and returned her focus to the road. She sat for about another second before all ability to see fled.

Talia slammed on the brakes and felt another car slam into the rear. Then another slam into the back of that one. There were a few more thrown in for good measure. Ki enhanced stamina did wonders against the perils of car crashes. Talia focused for a minute and forced her sight to return. Sometimes she was glad her dad was such a hard ass. She had learned how to do most of this shit at an early age. The moment her eyes began registering light, she was out of the car and running. I have no desire to fuck with a Psychic today, she thought to herself. She ran as fast as she could, which, to the average person, is goddamned impressive, to the nearest side street away from the crash.

“Maybe it would have been better if the cops were after me...” Talia said to herself. Maybe Seth’ll be seeing me sooner than he thinks.”