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Only a moron would try to get through it, it’s state of the fucking art. The windows are made of bulletproof glass and have a black tint when alarmed, so no one can see in but I can see out. Steel doors cover all access points in the house, including the garage. Cameras surround the area, and the front gate and perimeter fencing are electric. Living back home in Colorado, this was normal at my dad’s house, it kept us safe, so I made sure to install the same setup here.
Satisfied that everything is ok at home, I get out of my car and grab my supplies from the trunk. I am not one to wear the garb the rest wear, he knows not to push it on me either.
I put my mask over my tattooed face, it’s a white rabbit mask covering my entire face. It looks so real and nothing like the cartoon ones. The ears are tall, standing past the top of my head. I did decorate it a bit with some dark dirt, it was too clean but now it’s almost perfect. Only the addition of blood splatter would make it perfect.
The mask is something I picked out today while my little bat was shopping. I got her one too, but I haven’t shown her yet. I grab my bat and close the trunk and head inside.
As I make my way through all the dimly lit tunnels and passages, I swing my bat mindlessly in my hand. I don’t run into another person until I hit the main room, that’s where I find everyone. Stopping in the archway, I lean against the rock, crossing my foot over the other and observe.
Master, my stepfather, is at the front rambling on about some bullshit. Lying to his people about what happened at his third’s house last night. I think the guy’s name is Oliver or some shit, but no one goes by names here. He is known as the Master’s third. His second and my mother are also standing up there, behind him.
“It was a terrible tragedy. His son was troubled. He tried to get him help, but none of it worked.”
He is framing it as a murder-suicide. This fucker. I smirk under my mask, shaking my head.
Why am I not surprised?
“But The Dark One is giving him the strength he needs to get through it all. With that, The Dark One has also commanded us to gather here tonight, he has a name for the next La Notte del Diavolo in one week's time. Elijah, my boy. You have arrived just in time.”
I don’t acknowledge him. Instead, waiting for him to continue.
“Rain Mills.”
The room remains quiet, and I am sure the bastard is smiling under that mask. Thinking he has won. Like I didn’t see this shit coming. Because I did. I saw this a fucking mile away.
It takes every bit of self-control not to shout Rain Sinclair back at him. Instead, I nod once before standing straight and turning to leave. I never stay for the entire meeting. Not wanting to show my hand and my fucking annoyance at his idiocy, I keep with that which I usually do and leave once I get the name.
His voice stops me. “The Dark One doesn’t take kindly to disobedience. It would be best to keep that in mind.”
I think you mean you don’t, is what I think before walking away. I drag my bat behind me as I walk back the same way I came. Then, I hear my name echoing through the hall, “Elijah, hold on.” I recognize the voice, but I continue walking. Footsteps race behind me. “He is doing this to get to you. Don’t be stupid. Please, or The Dark One will call your name next.”
I blow out a breath before shouting back, “Go back to your husband.”
Pulling up to the house, I stop just before the gate and disarm the alarm. My mask and bat are next to me on the passenger seat. Looking at it, I think about all the fun we'll have together.
The gate opens, and I drive in, heading down the long driveway and pulling up to the house to park outside. I grab my stuff and head in.
As I walk into the living room, I see the television is still on and Rain is leaning forward, entranced by The Night Stalker.
“Do I need to pause this, or are you going to come watch with me?” She asks.
Ignoring her question, I get straight to the point. “He gave me your name.”
That is enough for her to hit pause. She moves quickly, turning to face me with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around her.
“What do we do?” She's worried, it’s cute.
I walk up to her on the other side of the couch, holding my bat. Her eyes watch me as I lean in, her body pressing against the cushions. I drop my things to the ground and grab her face with both my hands.
“We get to them first, little bat.”
A sinister smile spreads across her face, and her eyes gleam in delight.
That’s my fucking girl.
She takes control, her lips smash against mine and her teeth nip, pulling at my lip ring. It stings, but I fucking love it.
My cock is already hard as it strains against my black pants. I pull back, but she bites onto my lip ring harder. I try to pull back again, but she keeps hold of it, one more move and it’s being torn through my skin. She seems impressed with herself, but she is only going to get herself in trouble if it gets that far.
