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Labyrinth of Emotions – 02.23 ~*~ Huntress
“Ok, so how?” Bette asked in a sheepish voice watching Alex walking away, thinking she was sexy in that dress, made her ass very shapely. Tina waited watching her watch Alex Pezinni. Tina gave Ro a look, and she nodded to her prompting her to keep going. Bette then snapped her attention back to Tina, who left the explanation to Rosita. The lawyer in her began the quick and simple explanation.
“Tina had her eggs harvested when she lost the baby a few months ago she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to have a child, so she had them harvested. We had the eggs fertilized and implanted in me, 12 weeks ago. Easy as that, so Tina is having a baby, so to speak.” Ro said and Alice‘s mouth was wide open and Ro leaned over, pushing on her chin and closing her mouth. Alice gave her a stare and she licked her lips and then looked away.
“You look silly like that.” Ro said and Tina laughed hard, Kit raised her glass of water and said.
“To the newest members of the gang, Rosita and the baby!” Kit said in her always joyous voice.
“Here here!” Ivan cheered, and they all raised their glasses to the odd coupling.
*****
“So you really thought this through?” Bette asked Tina as Bette finally got her alone at the bar. She looked at Tina, unable to think, to feel about the fact that her wife, sorry ex-wife was having a child, but in someone else’s body, it was surreal. Tim had just gone over to give Tina a hug and to congratulated her, it seemed that good news traveled fast.
“No, not really.” Tina said, batting her eyes and Bette stopped short of taking a sip from the glass of wine she was holding. She was taken back now she didn’t know what to say, the little speech she’d written in her head had gone to hell now.
“You didn’t?” Bette stammered she looked over Tina‘s shoulder to see Rosita talking easily with Shane. Bette then brought her focus back to Tina and Tina was watching her intently, remembering their past, and remembering who they were to each other.
“No. I’d thought, rather stupidly, that we’d get back together and you’d be carrying the baby, a girl by the way.” Tina announced and Bette sat down, her legs no longer supporting her as Tina slammed the confession her way.
“Um… Well.. Errr….” Bette said and Tina took a deep breath, she took Bette‘s hand and knelt next to her.
“You having sympathetic nausea?” Tina asked and Bette was pale, not paler than pale, she was as white as a ghost.
“No. I’m. Speechless.” Bette admitted and she squeezed Tina‘s hand, and Tina had to smile. Now was the time the moment was here, she felt Ro’s hand on her shoulder, and Bette looked up to meet the lawyers intense eyes. Ro had a way of just knowing when to appear and when to disappear.
“Hello Rosita.” Bette said and Ro nodded and Tina sat down next to Bette and Ro stood behind her, time for the confession.
“I have one question to ask you Bette before I tell you something rather important. How serious are you and Alex? Honestly?” Tina volleyed and Bette rubbed the side of her face and she decided that honesty was the best policy. To hell with this plan of theirs, Tina had just said something so honest and brutally true that she needed to know what was going on, really going on.
“Close. We are close, we share a very scary common bond. Um… We have a relationship. We are good friends, but… We” Bette began and then she saw the look of satisfaction on Rosita’s face, she extended her hand and Tina grumbled and Bette saw the easiness between them.
“You owe me 10 bucks Bella.” Rosita said softly and she pulled up a chair to the table, and Bette felt like she was being set up.
“But you guys really aren’t a couple are you?” Tina asked and Bette shrugged, they did act like a couple, sometimes. Their time in bed most certainly made them act like a couple outside of the bedroom. She couldn’t say anything she didn’t know where she stood with Alex, since they’d been engrossed in healing, and then getting Tina back.
“We aren’t either.” Rosita claimed and Bette turned to her, and Ro reached over and Tina took her hand, the gesture the opposite of what she’d just said. Bette gave the Latina a cool stare.
“Uh huh.” Bette said she had seen the electrical chemistry between the two of them, and she was very unbelieving of the statement. Ro reached over and tapped Bette on the shoulder, making Bette snap out of the self induced daze.
“Seriously, how about I tell you a story.”
*****
“I don’t know I called the hospital and she’s not there. So I called her cell phone, still nothing and I called the house, and more of the same.” Lara stated, she was starting to believe that Sam was cheating on her. That was so out of character for Sam that she just couldn’t believe it, she longed for some peace in their relationship. Alice sighed.
“She isn’t cheating on you.” Alice stated and she thought to herself. No, she is out killing people, isn’t she? The one and only connection to the new serial killer was Samantha Vance. Alice was very much down in the dumps about this new twist in her life that she didn’t even care that Dana was there. She didn’t care that Dana was out, more than likely fucking with someone else. She sat with Lara as they both drowned their sorrows over the same thing, and listened as the party went on without them.
*****
Shane sat in the bathroom; her heart was pounding in her chest as she stared at her arm, bleeding slightly from the scab that she’d just picked at. She wanted so badly to feel something other than the internal pain she was feeling.
Fuck you Cherie Jaffe, you made me fucking FEEL! Why? Why just to see how badly you can hurt me? Or to see how it felt like to have someone want you? The voice in Shane‘s head was screaming at her, and Shane grabbed her head, wanting to cut the voices out, to squelch them.
Her hope, the hope of someday being able to find someone that would love her, had been shattered when Bette had cheated on Tina. Now this, Rosita carrying Tina‘s baby inside of her, they’d all moved on, everyone except her.
She was still stuck in the same life, unable to connect with anyone for more than an instant in time. The tears sprung to her eyes, unwanted and very much warranted. She wiped them away, her nimble fingers finding the scab and ripping into it, a soft moan escaping her as she dug into her own flesh, pain cascading over her as she cried.
For Bette. For Tina. For herself, the tears swelled and brimmed down her cheeks as she leaned against the stall of the bathroom, wallowing in something other than her life for a moment.
*****
“I think it’s wonderful.” Marina said as she took a sip of wine and Ivan nodded, dressed in his best suit and Kit smiled at him. Thinking how handsome he was, and how attentive he was at all times. She took his hand and he kissed the back of it, quickly and charming in every movement. Kit beamed.
“I think we should have some sort of party, for the happy couple.” Ivan said, and Kit nodded, thinking that was a wonderful idea.
“I say, the Planet. Monday night?” Marina offered thinking that it was a great idea. She’d have Lara whipped up something with a baby theme. Kit‘s eyes brightened, even if Bette wasn’t with Tina any more, she was still a friend of hers and she was darn well going to be there for her when she needed her.
*****
Vanessa was sitting on Tim‘s lap, it was well past midnight and the party was still in full swing. Tim kissed her neck and she smiled at his gentle touch the touch of her husband, she loved the thought of being with him forever.
“This was the best time I’ve ever had.” Tim announced and Vanessa giggled, turning in his lap and she moved herself against him and he smiled impishly at her teasing.
“Ok, maybe later tonight will be the best time I’ve ever had…” He laughed and she kissed his cheek, she kept looking for Alex, but she hadn’t come back. What in the world could have pulled her away from this? It had to have been serious for FBI Agent Wheaton to be there earlier.
“She’s not back huh?” Tim asked watching Vanessa‘s eyes scanning the crowd and her shoulders sagged. He knew that she wanted desperately to have her sister here, and he understood that. He watched as his own father worked the crowd of sexy women, most of whom were gay, but he didn’t care. He was in the land of hot women, and he was having a blast chatting it up.
“No.” She said simply and Tim took her chin in his hand, kissing her lips softly and said to her.
“It had to be the end of the world for her to leave. You know that, and I know that. I’m just hoping its nothing too serious.” Tim said, and Vanessa got a foreboding feeling about this, the image of Jo springing to her mind as she thought about it.
Jo Wheaton had reminded her of a grim reaper, dressed in black with the cape like coat billowing about her that way. She shivered and Tim pulled her close, thinking she was cold and he kissed her shoulder.
*****
Alex sat on the floor, Jo had cleared the room and she sat down next to her, hands dangling between her legs lazily. Jo was sitting casually and Alex was as stiff as a rod. They were silent for a long time and then Alex finally broke the gaze of the dead woman.
“Oh god.” Alex said, and Jo let out a long breath, as if she’d been holding it for the 15 minutes that they’d been sitting there. Jo knew that this was hard for Alex, hell it was hard for her, but for Alex it was like ripping open a wound that would never heal.
“Is… is… that her blood?” Alex asked and Jo bit her lip, she shrugged,
“I don’t know yet. This is the 2nd victim, in 2 days.” Jo said in her softly accented voice, Alex turned, looking at her with astonishment in her eyes.
“But not the first? Why didn’t you tell me? How many have there been Jo? Tell me!” Alex said in an angry voice and Jo put a comforting hand on her arm but Alex slapped it away. She was so angry that she could spit at the moment, and she almost did.
“Pez, listen to me. I thought I was after a simple copy cat when this started, I found a connection to Alice‘s chart. They are finding these women in a specific manner, I thought nothing more of it until I saw this.” Jo stated and Pez stood up, she grunted, the sound coming from deep in her throat and Jo thought she was going to vomit.
“We got the wrong woman? Or killer?” Alex said, turning away from the scene and staring at the wall, seeing the mirror that was smashed and she saw her shattered image in it, thousands of Alex Pezinni‘s staring back at her.
“No, I don’t think so. Crystal was a killer we know that for a fact. There was physical evidence that she’d killed at least twice. The rest were just connecting the dots. They/she is doing this through Alice‘s chart. We back tracked it to several ‘revenge’ sites on the internet. How to get back at your lover. Have you been jilted? Things like that.” Jo said, her voice taking on a different timber when she spoke of the web sites and Alex spun around, heat in her eyes.
“This isn’t funny Wheaton.” Alex shot at her, and Jo stood her eyes cold and Alex was sure she was holding her breath, her chest never moved as she spoke. Alex saw something in Jo‘s eyes, a flash of something sinister almost. She took a step back and Jo spoke.
“I know that. I’ve been racking my brain for the connection, now I have it! YOU! You are the connection, yet again. That makes me think more than one thing. One that Crystal had a partner. Two she had a lover that is pissed that YOU killed her. Three is something we’ll discuss in private. But now we have you, the sixth point of the degree.” Jo said, waving to the wall. Pointing to it and Pez turned away again, not wanting to see it, her name THAT name!
The name that Crystal had called her, the name that held all those bad and painful memories of a woman so weak that she couldn’t even tie her own shoe without permission.
“Pez. You are the connection. This is someone that knows Crystal that knows you. They also know someone else….” Jo began and this was where it was breaking her heart, literally.
“Huh?” Alex said, turning again, and Jo stuffed her hands in her dark pants. This was killing her, slowly it was tearing her apart.
“We found DNA at the last scene, I’m sure it was fresh. It was under the vic‘s nails.” Jo began but Alex cut her off, waving off the piece of evidence that might taint her thoughts.
“Let’s work the scene. Don’t tell me, it will corrupt my perspective.” Alex said, she spun Jo around and stripped her of her coat and she whipped it onto her self. She wasn’t in cop mode in this dress she needed something to match her mood.
Her small hands then sliding into the arms effortlessly, and she pulled the coat tightly around her. Jo was wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt and Alex‘s jaw was set. She grabbed the CSI kit and yanked it open. She looked at it for a moment.
She was kneeling and she blinked then stood. Old school, get inside the killers head, pull her out of her own shell so that you can rip the mask off and see into the eyes of a killer so cold and heartless that her skin is cold to the touch.
“Jo, this isn’t the same killer at all. Its messy, look at the room. All the other murders, they were clean, no blood. This is angry… More.. Primal. She wasn’t choked to death, she was bled. This person knows the body, look at how the artery is cut. Very sharp object, scalpel or razor.” Alex said and Jo reached into the case and pulled out the camera, snapping a few photo’s and watched as Alex delved back into a place that Jo knew was frightening for her.
“She had a lover, the vic. Look at the left hand, it has a tan line of a wedding band, the killer took it with her. Crystal never took a token, this one did. As evidence that she’d done this, to bring her back to reality and ground her. The mirror, it’s broken, that means that the killer can’t stand what she/he is doing. The killer doesn’t want to see herself, or her victim. She’d disconnecting herself from what is going on, as if she is an actor in a play. She wants something, this killing is the means to an end. This killer isn’t as careful….” Alex moved to the bathroom and she stared at it, she bent down and looked at the dark blue throw rug there. She grinned to herself.
“Jo, we’ve got a foot print.” She said, staring at the carpet, it had been shaken out, and the killer, hopefully, had stepped on it, leaving behind a foot print. Jo snapped a number of photo’s then watched as Alex took a paper back and put the carpet into it gingerly. Then she pulled it out again, getting a static mold of it first. Laying the filmy paper onto the carpet and running the wand over it. Raising the imprint onto the paper and she chuckled.
“Barefoot.” This was good this gave them the actual size of the killers foot. Small, had to be a woman’s, and Pez almost smiled.
“No blood on her clothes that way. She was naked, maybe they had sex before.” Jo offered and Pez nodded, wondering what the killer had been hiding when she’d shaken out the carpet and where had she done it. Alex stood in the doorway and she saw the small window over the tub. She moved to it, the coat making a raspy sound as she jumped up onto the edge of the tub. She motioned for the camera and Jo knew she’d found something.
“We got prints.” Pez announced and Jo had to grin, at least they had something. Jo watched her go about her work, and she looked back at the victim.
Scalpel, knew the body and how it worked well. Sam please be with your woman, please don’t have disappeared. Please don’t let that killer’s heart be making you do this. Jo pleaded in her own mind as she watched Pez print the window and the sill of the window. Sam, I’m sorry if this is you. I’m sorry I did this to you, this is my fault, I got you that heart. I swear to you, I’ll be gentle when I rip your heart out and hand it to you. I swear that I’ll make it up to you, somehow in another life time. Jo vowed silently and she turned her head away from the sight of blood and felt her own heart thumping in her chest.
*****
Huntress
I feel, I hear your sweet seduction roaring in my ears
And I suffer the shivers to the core of my very being
Resist your infraction, the violent reaction
Lusting with abandonment with each teasing action
Half child and all adult vision of my ultimate fantasy
Cast against the moonlight, bathed in ecstasy
Pain and pleasure’s all yours, at your very fingertips
The prey you set your sites on licking your lips and smile
Your wickedly enrapturing grin
You are the fuel, look to you to rule
Stealing the innocence of those that you fool
The souls that drown in your seductive sea
Still you will go on to show no mercy
Wickedly and skin tight you move in to thrill
Waiting for the right time you’re in for the kill
Devilish so sleekly you know what you do
Always tempt the flesh, leaving when you’re through
I’ve seen your love – it scares me beyond all reason
To see those dying in the shadow of it
The slaves you gave just the air to breathe
Your sweet seductive love only the mirror sees
Another chapter closed in your sweet seductive burn
Just another lonely dancer left upon your stage
In the darker side of love, to feel the crimson rage
To balance your love on that fragile razor ledge
Sin in the Garden of Eden, living on sanity’s razor edge
Your offerings of reason, the games you put in play
The covering of treason, your heart that slips away
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Oh shit can be Sam,it either CJ or Jayden. I hate that it could be Sam Thanks bvh