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The Contract Valley Chronicles Part II	By : vampyrevidia Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The inner door shattered as Chloe walked near it and she only barely managed to duck as a chair flew over her head. There was a crash coming from the cavern as she made it through the door, and somehow she knew that it wasn’t Jon or Naida being thrown.

Spencer staggered to his feet as Chloe moved out of the way of more debris flying at her. She saw Naida in the middle of the room, hair flying around her head, eyes like blue fire. The debris flew around her in a typhoon, though hurricane was first word that had come to Chloe’s mind. Jon lay on the floor behind her, unconscious.

“STOP THIS!” Chloe yelled above the noise around her as Spencer shot fire across the room and hit Naida square in the chest, sending her falling over Jon’s body.

It was then that the door behind Chloe rebuilt itself and the room started to fill up with water from the ceiling. Naida wasn’t breathing and Spencer was sizzling as the water touched his bare skin. He seemed to calm with the water and noticed Chloe. “What are you doing here, Chloe?”

“I’m trying to keep you from doing something stupid, Spencer. She’s not breathing and we’re going to fucking drown.” The water was up to her ankles now and rising fast.

She heard a splash and saw Jon sit up, looking around, gun pointed. He noticed Naida and dropped the gun into the rising water, pulling her into his lap. “Naida? Naida, baby, wake up!”

Chloe moved over to Naida, ignoring Spencer, and knelt in the rising water beside Jon. “She’s gone, Jon. I can’t hear her heartbeat.”

“No, Chloe, she’s not gone.” Jon took Naida’s body and pushed it into the water. Chloe stood and found that the water was rising faster and faster.

Within minutes it was at her collarbone and she started to panic. They were trapped in a cavern that was quickly filling up with water. She glanced at Spencer who seemed to realize their situation as well. Jon was above water but would disappear into the water every few seconds.

Something scaly swam by Chloe, rubbing against her leg, and she screamed. “What the fuck, Chloe?”

“There’s something in the water. It just swam against my leg.”

“Shit …” Spencer started to look into the water, but it was as black as night. “Which direction did it go, Chlo ….” He was cut off as he was pulled under. Chloe screamed and dove at him, but wasn’t a strong swimmer and had to come up.

Sputtering from the other side of the room brought her attention to where Jon had been. Spencer was there now as well, scratches down his face. “I’M SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN IT!”

“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to him. You thought he was weak and would fall easily into my arms, but he has never been touched by my abilities.” The voice that spoke those words was none that Chloe recognized. It was like the wind blowing softly over the ocean on a cold night before the storm hit. It drew Chloe in, but she resisted.

“FINE!” Spencer turned to Jon. “I’m sorry. I really am. I have a problem. I’m still trying to get over it. Can you ever forgive me?”

Jon glared at Spencer, but Chloe knew that they didn’t have time, especially when her head hit the thirty foot high ceiling. “Oh for the love of fuck, Jon, just forgive him already. We’re all about to fucking die if you don’t!”

“I’ll forgive you, Spencer.” Jon paused. “If you never, ever accuse her again. Ever. Even if she does it, you are to say nothing. Swear it.”

Spencer choked on water and then nodded, speaking quickly. “On my life, I swear!”

“Good.” The wind voice again. The water began to lower, miraculously.

Chloe breathed a sigh as she heard a splashing come from between Jon and Spencer. It was probably the creature who had grabbed Spencer. Whatever it was, it was beautiful. It glowed with an ethereal elegance like that of the moon on the open ocean. It swam up to Jon and wrapped its arms around his neck, kissing him softly.

The water level continued to lower until Chloe felt the floor under her feet. She sighed and looked down, watching the water disappear into nothing. When she looked up, she was thinking that she might have actually drowned.

Jon was holding Naida in his arms. She was breathing with a heartbeat, which should not be. Her being alive and the fish tail she had instead of legs should not be, that is. Yet, there she was. Her normal beautiful pale self, blue eyes flashing with kindness, but she had a fish tail of the same shade of blue as her eyes. Blue scales.

“You were dead, Naida. I saw you, couldn’t hear your heartbeat.” Chloe was bewildered. She still couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Jon set Naida gently onto the bed, running his hand along her tail. He sat beside her and sighed. “The room’s too wet to dry you off right now, Naida. We’ll have to get you somewhere dry.”

Naida nodded at Jon and then turned to Chloe. “I’m a mermaid, Chloe. When we die, we are returned to the sea as the sea foam. But I am also nymph. When they die, they are brought back with a simple touch of their element. As a mermaid, water nymph half-breed, I must be enclosed in my element to come back.”

“You were the one who grabbed Spencer.”

“Yes, and he deserved it.” Naida looked down at her hands, tears flowing down her cheeks, visible even through the water flowing down her face because they were the tiniest of pearls.

Chloe turned to Spencer, almost knowing the answer. “What did you do, Spencer James Smith?”

Spencer looked angry, hiding behind the mask he had first used when he had met Chloe. Jon, however, seemed angrier and was more than willing to tell Chloe exactly what Spencer had done. “He called her succubus, a whore, a slut. He said that she was unworthy to be called his sister. He said that she was just as bad as her father, worse even.”

Chloe glared daggers in Spencer’s direction, knowing from brief glimpses into Naida’s mind, which she had only found she could do through Naida’s help over the last few days, that Naida was far from like her father. She also knew through Naida’s eyes just how much it hurt to be called a succubus and to be unworthy of Spencer’s love. Her angry was greater still then Jon’s even. “Find a new apartment, Spencer. I don’t think I can look at you right now. Get your stuff and get out.”

She raised her hand as he started to speak. “Don’t, Spencer. I’ve seen into your sister’s head, seen into Jon’s head. They didn’t do what they did because of any power or ability Naida has. They did because they like each other. Isn’t that enough? Does it all have to be mystical shit with you? Oh just go get the fuck out.”

Spencer left and Chloe walked to the wall, opening a waterproof panel and calling up to her apartment. “Hey, Ray-Ray ... I’m fine … Yes, I’m sure … Do me a favor, ok? … No, it’s not bad … OK, so Spencer’s on his way up. I need you to make sure he takes his shit and leaves … You could say that … Let’s just say he said something to Naida and I’m not sure I’m too fond of him right now … Yeah, it’s exactly about that … How could you guess? … Love you too. Bye.”

Chloe hung up and looked at Naida, who was still crying silently. “Don’t worry, Naida. I know that you didn’t seduce Jon in any way but the human one. Spencer will come around eventually.”

“Why, Chloe? You’re so in love with him. Why do that for me?” Naida looked up at Chloe with red eyes and disbelief on her face.

“Because I know your mind and heart, Naida, and you’re not the person he makes you out to be.” Chloe hugged Naida to her and ran a hand over head. “No one deserves to be treated the way he’s been treating you.”

A knock on the door told them that they had company. Before either of them could answer, Bill walked through the door and ran to Naida, dropping to his knees in front of her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “I heard about it, Nay. Are you ok? I was so worried about you.”

He took Chloe’s seat at Naida’s side as she moved away and pulled Naida to him as she burst into tears again. “I’m sorry, Bill. I hate that you have to take care of me like this. I hate it!”

“Why? I love it! You’re my best friend, Nay. You have been for years. What type of friend would I be if I didn’t take care of you?” Bill kissed her gently on the forehead and stood. “Jon, you’ll have to carry her. I can carry her without the tail, but with it, I’m useless.”

Jon picked Naida up and started to the door. “Where are we going?”

“My apartment. We need to get her dried off so she’ll be able to walk to the hunt tonight. I don’t think she’ll be much good to us with a fin.”

“No, I won’t.” Naida smiled at Bill. He always seemed to make her feel better. She grabbed Chloe as she passed her, making Jon stop. “Thank you, Chloe. You’ve been a good friend. I won’t forget this.”

“It’s no problem, Naida. I ask only that you return the favor someday.” Naida nodded at Chloe’s words, allowing Jon to continue carrying her out of the room.

Chloe sighed as she started toward the elevator that led to her own apartment. She was not looking forward to going up there. Yet she found herself in the elevator, staring at her sopping wet complexion.

The door opened into the living room and she frowned at Ray and Nia’s faces looking at her. She held her hand up as she walked past through toward her room. “Not in the mood, guys. Please, just give me a few minutes alone.”

“Um, Chloe?”

“What, Ray?” Chloe stopped in the doorway of her room and turned around, frowning.

“I was told to tell you that you need to try to fight this battle yourself because for all Spencer could care you and all yours can go to Hell.” Even as Ray said it, he grew angrier and angrier. That wasn’t quite the reaction Chloe was having.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. Fuck him.” She turned and went back into her room, closing the door behind her. She stripped out of her wet clothes and wrapped a towel around her body, sitting on the bed and attempting to untangle her wet hair.

She had about succeeded in getting her hair brushed when Alex burst into the room, laughing. “Chloe! Oh my God! You won’t believe this! This joker here has never been with a girl at all. I was his first ever.”

“Don’t tell her that, Alex!” Brendon came around the corner frowning. “She doesn’t need to know that technically I’m still a virgin.”

“I’m going to make him stay here with you while I find him a hooker, Chloe.” Alex’s laughter followed him out the door as he closed it behind him.

Brendon was still laughing until he noticed that Chloe had barely moved, or said anything. “What’s wrong, Chlo?”

“Nothing, Brendon.”

“Don’t ‘nothing, Brendon’ me. I’ve known you for fifteen years now. I know that something’s wrong.”

“Spencer said some nasty things to Naida and I kicked him out of the room. Then he told Ray to tell me that he could care less if I went to Hell.” Chloe felt the tears in her eyes and sighed as Brendon took the brush from her hands where she was gripping it so hard the wood had sounded like it was on the verge of breaking.

Brendon shook his head and finished running the brush gently through her hair. “He’s an asshole demon, Chloe. At least part of him is. Until he can embrace that part of himself, it will continued to rule him. You know that, I know that, but he doesn’t.”

Chloe nodded, knowing that he was right, but she couldn’t help thinking that Spencer was never come back. That he would never embrace his demon. If he couldn’t embrace his own demon, how could embrace her vampire? Naida’s mermaid? Anyone’s anything?

“Come on, Chlo! Cheer up … Or I’ll make you cheer up.” Chloe squeaked a little as Brendon rolled her across the bed, pinning her to the bed with his hips, his knees between her own. “Told ya.”

“Brendon! Stop!” Chloe struggled with her arms pinned behind her head and managed to flip Brendon, though he flipped her again. She gasped slightly as she lost the towel she had been wearing and lay naked under Brendon. “Please.” She was laughing, but at the same time serious. She couldn’t think of any time she had ever let Brendon see her naked.

Brendon was looking along the curves of her body like she was a great sculpture he had to memorize. He let go of her hands with one of his own and run his hand along the curve of her waist and hips. “Wow, Chloe … You said I was beautiful, but have you seen yourself in the mirror lately?”

Chloe blushed a bright red and shook her head. “I’m not beautiful, Brendon. I’m average, normal.”

“You’re obviously not seeing what I’m seeing, Chloe.” Brendon tilted his head to the side and smiled. “Then again, I never really did like the ones who know they’re beautiful. It makes them too cocky. I like the ones who don’t know their beautiful and have the brains to back their looks up.”

Chloe growled playfully up at Brendon, though she was smiling. She shook her head and sighed, relaxing in his arms so that he released her wrists, though she didn’t move. “Taking my own words and throwing them back at me, are you?”

“Yes.” Brendon smiled and leaned over her, brushing his lips against hers lightly. “You are beautiful, Chloe.”

Chloe didn’t know why, but she found that there was something in that small kiss that hadn’t been there an hour ago. She moved to kiss him again and felt his hands move along her body. She stopped and looked up at him, but his eyes were on her body, not her face. “Brendon … do you have a boner right now?”

“Maybe.” Brendon blushed bright red and looked at the bedspread on the far side of the bed, away from Chloe.

She sat up on her elbows and looked down the length of his body, seeing the bulge in his pants. She smiled and moved his face to hers. “Honey, if my body gives you an erection, you’re not gay. You’re bisexual.”

”Then I guess I’m bisexual.” And with that his lips were on hers again, this time he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

She returned the kiss with the same fire and found herself pulling his shirt over his head. She had somehow known, deep inside, when they had been teenagers and playing their little game that it wasn’t really a game. She also knew that from the moment they had first started playing that game that she had always wanted it to be more.

She pushed her bare chest against his and felt him moan softly, his hands fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. She met his hands there and undid the button with ease, pushing his jeans gently down his hips. He moved his hips until he kicked the jeans and boxers off his ankles and onto the floor.

He held himself slightly above Chloe, his body like carved marble in its perfection. Chloe could have stared at his body all day, but right now, all she wanted to have the one part of his anatomy where all the blood was centered at the moment to be buried deep inside her.

She looked up into Brendon’s eyes and knew that he saw exactly what she was thinking. He kept himself up with one hand and ran his fingers along her jaw gently. “How long, Chloe?”

“Since the first moment you kissed me. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I love seeing that look in your eyes. If I had known this, I would have tried it years ago.”

Chloe frowned and opened her mouth to ask what he had would have tried years ago, but he moved that last few inches to bring their bodies together. She felt the head of his erection at her opening and gasped involuntarily. He looked at her and she shook her head, whispering breathlessly. “Don’t stop.”

Brendon took her word and moved his hips that last inch toward her, pushing against her opening, but not going in. She moaned and shook her head. “Please, Brendon, God!”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Chloe.”

“How would you …?” Chloe sat up a little and looked down at the line of his body. She felt her eyes go wide as she stared at his erect penis. “Wow, Brendon. I’ve seen you naked before, but … damn, boy!”

Brendon blushed. “I’m sorry, Chloe. I should have told you before I started this.” He began to move away from Chloe and she frowned, running her hand down his body. She could see him start to soften below the waist and locked her fingers around the tender tissue, hearing the sharp intake of breath from him. “Chloe, what are you doing?”

Chloe lifted up and kissed him deeper than she had before, her fingers moving along the shaft of his member as she kissed him, feeling him grow hard again. She pulled back and flicked her tongue against his lips. “I don’t want you to stop, Bren. I like pain, but more than anything, I want you buried inside me.”

Brendon shuttered as she came him a finally squeeze before pulling back and wrapping her arms around his back. He looked down at her face and must have seen something there that let him know that she wasn’t going to give up on this.

He repositioned himself between her legs and rubbed his tip against her again, causing her to moan slightly, making it sound almost like begging. He smiled and pushed a little so that he began to slide through her moist folds deeper and deeper inside her.

He stopped when he could go no more and looked down at her. “Are you okay, Chloe?”

Chloe took a deep breath, tried to talk, failed, and just nodded. Brendon leaned down to kiss her and moved inside her, causing her to writhe beneath him in pleasure. He pulled back and frowned. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

He started to pull out of her, but that made the writhing worse. She arched her back and shook her head as he started to move away from her again. She spoke, but it was breathless and broken. “Don’t …” A breath. “Don’t stop, Bren.”

He looked down at her and she flipped him over, straddling him. She moved so that he entered her. She had to work to get his long, thick membrane deep inside like she wanted, but when he was in, she could do nothing but sit there for a moment, riding the pleasure.

Brendon’s voice pulled her from her reverie. “You really do like the pain, don’t you? I’m not hurting you at all. You like it.”

“Hell, yes.” Chloe managed those two words and was very proud of herself for it. Even though they had been a little raspy.

She saw Brendon’s smiled before he flipped her over and pulled himself out of her before plunging inside her as fast as he could. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, but he did it again and the screaming was no longer staying in.

His mouth caught the first scream, but the second and third as he plunged inside her over and over again, went out into the room. She wrapped her legs around his waist, deepening the angle even though she didn’t have to, and felt the first orgasm burst from her in a scream of pure ecstasy. She was hit by another one and another one before Brendon released himself deep, deep inside her.

He collapsed on top of her and she smiled, breath ragged. “It was great for me, how was it for you?”

Brendon laughed, which caused Chloe to spasm with him still buried inside her. He frowned and pulled himself gently out of her, causing another orgasm in the process. “Mind-blowing, Chloe, definitely mind-blowing.” He ran his hand down her nose as she caught her breath. “I love that look on your face, Chlo.”

“What look?”

“The look that says, more than your words, that it was great. It’s nice to know that I can be wanted by someone other than Alex. Too bad this is the only time we’ll be able to do this.” Brendon seemed almost sad at the aspect of this being his first, and last, time with a woman.

“Do you not want this to be the last time?” Chloe sat up a little and flinched as she realized that everything below her waist ached. She at least knew that she wouldn’t be walking anytime soon.

“I don’t, Chloe. I want to be with you again, but I don’t want to lose Alex.” Brendon looked so lost. What could they do?

“I don’t know what to say, Bren? I’m honored that you want to be with me again, but you’re right. I don’t want Alex mad at me for taking his man.” Chloe sighed before leaning up and kissing Brendon gently. She made the kiss go a little deeper and then pulled back, smiling. “We have until he gets back.”

Brendon smiled and moved his hand down her neck, along her bare breast, and then to wrap around her waist, pulling her to him. “Are you offering yourself to me again, Ms. Bryar?”

“Why I believe I am, Mr. Urie.” Chloe kissed him again and threw her leg over his hip, already beginning to feel him swell against her. She giggled and looked down. “Well, well, Mr. Urie.”

She smiled as he laughed, a deep masculine sound, something rarely heard from Brendon’s throat. She pulled him closer to her and then heard the door frame break. She looked over Brendon’s shoulder and grabbed a sheet to cover both her and Brendon with. “Spencer, how long have you been fucking standing there?”

“Long enough, Chloe.” Spencer strode into the room, angry. “I thought what you and Brendon had was just innocent fun, but this …” He gestured to Brendon and Chloe as they sat up, covered in the sheet. “This is not innocent, Chloe.”

“I know, Spencer, but …” Chloe shook her head. “I’m not going to explain myself to you. Why should it matter to you anyway? You wouldn’t care if I went to Hell, so what’s the big deal if I make love to Brendon?”

“You mean fuck.”

“No, Spencer. I didn’t fuck Brendon.” Chloe looked at Brendon and smiled. “I made love to him.”

“Bitch.” Spencer spat the word out as Chloe turned back to him. “And I thought Naida was the whore.”

Chloe, angry now, climbed out the bed, sheet still around her. “How dare you! You …” She stopped, feeling something weird building inside her. “Something’s wrong.”

Both of the guys looked at her like she had sprouted another head as she voice went from angry to scared. She screamed and fell to her knees as the power burst from inside her. Black and red light shot from her eyes, mouth, ears, nose, fingertips, and forehead in a blinding flash.

The screaming brought Nia, Ray, and Alex running into the room. They stood in the doorway dumbfounded as she continued to screaming, pouring black and red light throughout the room. Black light, then red light, over and over for nearly thirty minutes. No one moved toward her, unknowing of what was happening.

She finally collapsed onto the ground, breathing heavy. She couldn’t see anything but black and red lights. She could hear movement, but groaned and they stopped. It had been the exact response she had wanted. She now knew what was wrong, to an extent, but she wanted to test it first.

It took a few tries to clear her throat, but she finally managed to do it before speaking softly. “Everyone but Brendon out.”

“Chloe …” Spencer started to walked towards her, talking softly, apologetic.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” She screeched it, skidding into a far wall, still unable to see. She knew from the sound of their heartbeats that they were afraid for her. She calmed herself and spoke again. “I don’t know what will happen if anyone else touches me. Please, Spencer, this is important. My life is in danger right now.”

Spencer seemed to believe her for he herded Nia, Ray, and Alex into the living room, though Chloe couldn’t help but hear Alex yell in Brendon’s direction. “Haha! I knew it! My plan worked! Just so you know, Bren, darling, if you find that you’re bisexual, she’s the only one you can touch, or I’ll cut you balls off. Love ya!”

The door closed on the last part of it, but both Brendon and Chloe had heard the threat. Chloe knew that if what she thought had happened was true, Spencer would have no choice but to share. “Brendon?”

“I’m here, Chloe.”

“Come here.”

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Brendon’s voice sounded scared, full of trepidation. “I mean, will I hurt you?”

Chloe shook her head and heard Brendon move off the bed. His arm touched her bare shoulder and her eyesight returned in stages. She allowed him to pull her to her feet, falling against him. “Sorry. I can’t seem to walk. And it has nothing to do with the little magic display and everything to do with you.”

She saw Brendon blushed slightly and kissed him. He returned the kiss and the sheet that she had been wearing fell. Her bare body was pressed against his again and she could feel him hard and ready against her. She bit his lip and nodded. “Take me to the bed, Bren.”

“Not until you answer one question for me, Chlo.”

“OK, but make it quick.”

“Did you really mean it when you said you were making love to me? That it was just a fuck?”

Chloe smiled and kissed Brendon again, telling him with that one kiss that she had meant every word. But she knew faeries to be a more verbal group so she whispered against his lips. “Every word, Bren. I’ve loved you for years. Been in love with you for years.”

Brendon smiled against her lips. “Good. I’ve been in love with you for years too. It was just confusing to know that I liked guys, in love with Alex, and also in love with a girl. Guess we know why now, huh?”

And with that he moved her to the bed and showed her over and over again just how much he loved it. When he was spent yet again, he stopped and laid beside her as she caught her breath. He ran his hand along her face and smiled at her. “Now … do you want to tell me what the little magic show was all about? And why you chose me?”

“I wanted to be with you longer.” Chloe kissed him and smiled. “As for the magic show … it wasn’t something good, yet at the same time it was.”

She moved from the bed and stood, or rather tried to stand. She was caught by Brendon who smiled. “That good, am I?”

“Better. Now how about we hop into the shower so I can get dressed and explain to everyone about the little light show from earlier?”

Brendon smiled and scooped Chloe up like she was nothing. He carried her effortlessly into the bathroom and cleaned her off, though that didn’t last long as he had her one more time in the shower.

She didn’t know if she was ever going to get out of the bedroom and away from Brendon, but as she sat contently in his arms in the warm bath water, she didn’t really care if she ever got up out of that room or not. It was in this content and happy state that she fell into a heavy sleep.
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