Welcome To The Dark Side (Part II)

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There were about four men who seemed to materialize out of nowhere in the second hallway. Screams could be heard shortly after the gunfire ensued and as Jacob readied himself for a bloody slaughter. Half naked men and women bolted from their rooms, pushing past the men in suits who practically ran their clips dry in their attempt to plug Jacob full of holes. The men gaped at Jacob's terrifying speed and hesitated as he pointed the blade at the group.

The men muttered among themselves. He was just one man. They had four. One of them was bound to take him down and surely Mistress would show up and take care of the rest. He was only one guy. The men reloaded their guns and opened fire...

First there was a volley of gunshots channeled from the hallway. Other guests began to flee. More men began to pile in and Alexia only sat back and watched. The young man had a sword for a reason and judging from the screams, she guessed right. The bartender behind her grew nervous, fidgeting in place before he too gave up and made a run for the exit. Men from other areas gathered around just as Jacob made his entrance into the main lobby. Alexia only smiled, but once the twelve men raised their guns, she shouted for the men to hold their fire. Her hand extended to the side, the ring upon her pinky glowing a bright white light before it shifted form, morphing into the very katana-form she was familiar with. "Vereh impressive, lad. aye knew yeu had it in ya," she finished off the martini in her other hand. "Let me see yeur skills...an' aye'll tell ya where to find 'em," Alexia's heart raced and she eagerly licked her lips. The little glass was thrown into the air. Upon the glass' peak, she dashed for Jacob with frightening speed, coming in to swipe his head clean off the shoulders.
 

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The smile slowly faded from Jacob's face as he glared down the length of his sword at the bewildered gunmen. The anger was still there, seething beneath his momentarily calm exterior and burning behind his eyes. The panicked guests of the crude established rushed past and around him, only knowing that he too posed a danger once they caught sight of his sword. Jacob remained still in their wake, his eyes darting around to the "customers" around him, contemplating making a swipe or two at them. But he saw the girls among them too. Even in his murderous haze, Jacob felt his heart go out to them, and he did not want them caught up in the mess.

Another volley of bullets screamed his way, and Jacob handled those just as easily as he did the first salvo. His sword was a silver blur in the air as tiny stars of sparks glinted everywhere as steel met speeding lead. Without even breaking a sweat, he walked forward, safe behind his blade. When their clips emptied, Jacob made one last slash from across the room. Nothing seemed to happen until their guns fell apart in their hands, sliced in twain by his razor wind.

"I told you. No more warnings..."

Jacob raised his sword, ready to strike all the men down, when Alexia spoke up and ordered them away. He felt his blood boiling again just at the sight of the red head.

"I'll find them myself. You're just going to die now."

He cut the martini glass in half in mid-air before catching Alexia's sword with the sheathe, held in his other hand. Holding her there, he stared death into her eyes.

"You die NOW!"

Kicking her away, Jacob made a jumping slash at her, and this time he did it in earnestness, like he indeed meant to harm her, or even kill her. His approach was fast and wanton, trying not to give her a moment attack. He yelled and screamed the entire time, trying to get at the woman who killed Lenn.
 

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Such ferocity in those eyes! She stumbled back from his kick with a grunt and looked up just in time to clash her blade against his. Metal ground against metal as they stood at a brief standoff, sparks spewing as she fought against him. He was strong, far too strong for a normal human being. It was the rush, the high he was feeling that allowed him to push his body to the limit. The adrenaline only fueled his rage. He truly wanted to kill her and a part of her almost welcomed it.

"Ahhh~ Yes!" her cheeks flushed with color, her eyes widening. Would he really be the one to kill her after all of these years? She licked her lips. "Thas' it, boyo. Give in!" she taunted and pushed him back only to be bombarded by a fury of slashes and screams. She kept up with his pace, laughing manically, knowing that no matter what happened, she had won this game. She had broken him. He gave into his bloodlust, his every swing meant to end her existence. Such emotion, such rage...It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

Furniture was smashed. "Thas' rite...This is who you really are."

She ducked under a swing, having Jacob take out an unfortunate gunman who didn't get out of the way in time. He didn't have the chance to scream. "Blood...Thas' wot you want isnn'it?" she came back with her own swing, clashing swords with him once more. "Then take it! Spill m'blood!" she gasped, her heart racing at the thought, "Run me through! I want to feel it inside me!" she threw a knee into his gut and went in for a headbutt to throw him off balance and give herself some space. Yes, very unlady-like, but she wasn't lady-like in the first place. The once immaculate dress was in tatters and Jacob had managed to tag her a few times. Normal people would call it quits, but she wanted to play for just a little longer.
 

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Jacob had fully taken on the Red Mist and was consumed by tunnel vision, seeing only Alexia and feeling only his need to take revenge on her for killing Lenn. He saw nothing else and heard no one else around them. All he knew was that his red-headed target was parrying all of his attacks and her words were only adding fuel to the fire. The only time he was even remotely aware of his surroundings was when he felt the momentary snag in his blade as it passed through furniture and debris, and at least one unfortunate gunman.

If he was even taking any hits, Jacob could not feel them. Maybe some of Alexia's slashes were getting through the twin defenses of his blade and his sheathe, but the drugs and adrenaline were numbing him to everything except the heat of his anger. It was like his body was on fire and the only way to cool down was to make sure Alexia's body was dead cold.

"Fucking! Fucking shut your whore mouth! FUCK!"

He too was tattered and bloodied like Alexia. His immaculate fashions and his silk vest were cut and torn and speckled with blood, both his own and others'. Blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth and his blade had lost its beautiful shine beneath the layer of dirt and blood. He spit a wad of blood onto the ground after the headbutt.

"Just! Just SHUT UP!"

The blade was returned to its sheathe surprisingly, but for a reason. Jacob held the handle and the sheathe at his hip as he wound up, the air in the room seemingly rushing towards him and the debris getting sucked into the vacuum. In a flash he pulled his blade in a single slash that propelled everything away from him in a pressurized blast, clearing the room and throwing Alexia off balance.

He saw his opening and rushed at her, catching her with his sheathe and slamming her into the bar counter. Holding her down with his weight, he kept her back on the counter and brought his sword to her throat as he loomed over her.

"Spit it out! Where's LENN?!"
 

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She watched him suddenly sheathe the sword and it threw her off just a little. She knew the stance, but--

Suddenly a blast of air hit her hard enough to not only take her off balance, but break her concentation as well. The sword disappeared in a flash of light, transformed into nothing but that harmless little ring. Damn! Not to mention it shredded her dress even more. The elegant gloves she wore were tattered, leggings ripped, and the bottom half of her dress was nearly gone, exposing a good portion of thong she honestly wasn't planning on flashing tonight. The halter straps were about ready to rip at any moment. Good thing she had no sense of modesty.

The men themselves have had enough and were gone a long time ago, leaving Alexia alone with the ferocious Jacob who slammed her against the bar. She couldn't kick him away since he was right in between her thighs and all of that strong, bulky weight was on top of her. Like she really was going to shove him away right now. It was such a morbid turn on to have a man like him dominating her who was so eager to cut her throat. Long red hair sprawled out behind her, spilling over the counter. She laughed despite the blade ready to break skin. "Maybe she wasn't steupid after all fer bringin' ya," she smiled, "Alrite aye'll tell ya. Fraiday night, go to the industrial side'a town. There's an abandoned tannery. Go there."

But now what? He had her in a tough spot. Even if she had the strength to pull away, she had to be careful not to get her head cleaved off. "Aie've told yeu..So now wot? Yeu gonna kill me? Do it," she smiled, "Tha' sword'a yers looks much better stained in blood..."
 

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His blade was pressed dangerously firm in Alexia's neck. It was a wonder that no blood had been drawn yet(from that particular area, at least). And their rapidly beating hearts were no help in the matter either. Their bodies were shaking from the rush and their chests were heaving, and all were creating lots of little movements that drew the blade closer to her or farther from her. Jacob himself could feel his arm struggling to not just press down and end it all, but he needed to hear what Alexia had to say. Her smile and laugh taunted him, and he almost pressed down for those alone.

She was granted a moment's reprieve when she followed through and started talking. It was far from the kind of thing Jacob wanted to hear at that moment. He wanted Lenn to be in the building or somewhere nearby. But no. It sounded like he not only needed to find her somewhere else, but he had to wait to. The huff through gritted teeth Alexia got showed how displeased he was with the answer.

"This better be the damn truth!"

He lunged at her like a barking dog, pressing harder against her and dribbling some of his sweat, blood, and spit on her. His unbridled body responded in kind to the pressure.

"And now you owe me one more thing."

The sheathe was dropped on the ground, freeing his hand to grab a fistful of what remained of her dressed so he could tear it off of her. His sword was removed from her neck, only to be stabbed hard into the counter right next to her head, a warning to not move. Alexia would find out that maybe Liquid Dream rose to her expectations more than she had initially anticipated. Jacob was an animal, driven by the desires and urges he kept in check with his civility and empathy. Both of which were suppressed by the drugs.

He roared into the heated air of the destroyed bar and tidied himself up without letting Alexia up.

"At least your last breath will be a nice one."

Without a moment's hesitation, Jacob pulled his sword from the counter and put it right back down through Alexia's chest and back into the bar. It was a single strike through the heart, held only for a moment, before Jacob pulled it back out and sheathe his blade. From there, he stumbled towards the exit, not knowing quite where to go or what to do. All he knew was that he needed to find Lenn. He had to.
 

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If only the classical music continued to play.

a speck of blood landed upon her cheek as he practically barked in her face. She noted his hair drenched with blood and sweat and the dirt upon his face. If he hadn't looked so enticing before, he definitely did now. "Aye haven't lied. Why should aye start now?" she smirked. Now they could finished what they started. Did he know what he was getting himself into? If this wasn't enough of a hint, she could just imagine the look on his face when the time came that he would face Lenn again.

The look on his face now though told her something else. She owed him something and it took an honest moment to register what he wanted--especially when he ripped away the last shreds of her dress. Her eyes widened with surprise and she involuntarily flinched as the blade slammed into the wood beside her head. Ah well, so she was going to get what she wanted after all...

Maybe the drug wasn't bad after all. It proved to turn even the most kind gentleman into a savage. Jacob was an animal and Alexia did not protest one bit. She welcomed it after a fiery battle which made the sex feel ten times more exotic. Covered in blood, sweat, and wounds, he did not stop until he was satisfied. She felt priviledge to see and feel this side of Jacob's lover. Did Lenn ever feel this? She wondered briefly as he gained his bearings afterward. What came next was certainly unexpected.

The sword came so fast and sank through her chest with little to no reistance. That was probably Lenn's doing in regards to maintenance. Alexia gasped, blood seeping from her lips. She didn't even have time to tell him how good of a fuck it was. The last thing she saw was Jacob's cold expression as he ripped his sword from her chest. Then it all went to black...

...For a while anyway. Long after Jacob had left, Alexia gasped for air and sat up from the counter, coughing up the blood that had a bad habit of sitting there in her throat while her wound healed. Thank god Jacob didn't hate her enough to twist the blade. That would have been a problem. Jacob had indeed bested her. He was the only man to ever do so and that made her excited. Someday she was going to run into him again. Maybe sooner than he thought. He did have the drugs in his system and knowing people who went through withdrawl, it was going to be one hell of a time for the man. He'll need someone like her to provide.

She heard the faint whirr of sirens. Cops. Better get goin'. she eventually found the very coat that Jacob had left behind and disappeared from the establishment, leaving the cops to gape in horror at the ruin of the Gentleman's Club.
 
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