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Damn Regret	By : medievalcutie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Views: 981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know any members of RJA, and I do not profit from these writings.

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It was a little before six o’clock and here I was, yet again, at the top of the Empire Fuckin’ State Building. I hoped that this reporter knew what I looked like, otherwise I might be up here for a while, and I really couldn’t afford to spend that much time waiting around for some crack reporter. Especially after losing the last few johns simply because Addie and Elias had turned into mother hens ever since the mysterious attack. Luckily for me, Elias had still been asleep and Addie had been at work when I left the apartment a few hours ago.

I stared out the observatory deck overlooking the city that I now called home, the sun sinking down beneath the horizon, just barely visible now. This meant Elias would be waking up soon enough, if he hadn’t woken up already. Good (or bad) thing about his age, he gets a little more time awake than other vampyres. He wasn’t terribly old, just old enough to give him an extra half hour or so. But most of the time he liked to sleep in anyways. Keep his enemies thinking he’s weak and such.

“Miss Ackerman?”

I jumped as I heard a voice behind me. Damn if I wasn’t getting jumpy lately. I turned and found myself looking at a petite redhead about my age. “Yes?” I was proud of myself for having not seemed snooty or worse, scared.

“I’m Autumn Forrest. We spoke on the phone, remember?” She raised an eyebrow, as if expecting me to have forgotten.

“I remember. I just didn’t know what you looked like, so I am always a little leery around strangers. A bit of advice in the big city, everyone lies, cheats, and steals in one way or another.” I crossed my arms over my chest from the sudden chill that crept up my spine. I don’t know what had caused it, but I didn’t like it. Because chills up my spine were generally bad.

“I’m not sure about that assumption, but it’s duly noted. Now, would you care to go someplace else so I can ask the questions, or just stay here?”

“I’d prefer we simply stay in public. And by remaining here, there’s less of a chance that you might be able to find me again. It might sound paranoid, but those are my methods. They keep me safe, and that’s my only priority.” I frowned as I said this, probably sounding like a bitch for it. But if she didn’t like it, then she could forget asking me anything.

Autumn frowned as I explained that I was still leery of even her. But I truly didn’t care about her opinion of me. I had never liked reporters, even as a teen I had never been fond of them. Perhaps that was why I never found a spot on my high school’s newspaper staff, despite the teacher begging me to join. But oh well, perhaps I had always known that there was something wrong with the general profession. And already I was feeling a less than friendly attitude with this one as well. But then again, we hadn’t exactly started off on the best of footing, had we?

“Alright, Miss Ackerman. I believe you know why I’m here asking you questions, right?”

I couldn’t help but frown as Autumn spoke again. I had already told her that I wanted to know first why she was asking me questions. “No I do not. But I would greatly appreciate it if you told me why. And now. I don’t have a particularly long amount of time to sit around chatting with a reporter. I do have to get to work, you know.”

A smug grin spread across Autumn’s face and I frowned. “Ah, yes, your work. And what exactly is the going rate for whores here? Any higher than back in Summerset?”

Before I realized what I was doing, my hand flew out and slapped the smug bitch across the face. “How dare you talk about me like that?! You have no idea who you’re talking to. Now what are you writing about and why are you bothering me?”

“I know precisely who I am talking to, Miss Ackerman. And I am here to ask questions about your father.” Autumn still had a smug look on her face as she spoke back. That look was beginning to annoy the shit out of me, and if she wasn’t very careful, she might end up with more than she bargained for.

“My father is dead. He died when I was eleven. He was a good and honest man, who was killed in a car accident on the way back from a business trip to Washington. There, you have your information. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other things to bother with.” I turned and started off, only to stop at her next words.

“I’m not talking about Gregory Ackerman, Elizabeth. I’m talking about your father. Allen Freemont.”

I stopped dead in my tracks at the names. I had tried to ignore the fact that she had just crassly ignored my father by passing him off as some random person. At least until she mentioned his name, the one that I really didn’t want to hear. I had already had enough of this reporter’s questions. I turned and stalked back to the reporter and glared at her, my voice dropping down a few octaves in anger.

“You listen to me, you little piece of paparazzi trash. Allen Freemont is not, nor has never been, my father. My name is Stella Gretchen Ackerman, not Elizabeth. And if you so much as see me on the street again, I will go to the police and file so many reports against you that you will have to move to Africa to even live. Do you understand me?”

I glared at her, daring her to disagree or say something else out of the way, if for nothing else but to give me an excuse to hit her again. Instead she merely nodded, with a glare back in my direction. “I understand you perfectly. If you will excuse me, I have another meeting to get to tonight. Goodnight.”

And without any more conversation, she left, thankfully. I turned my attention back out to the night sky that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. There had been almost no twilight between sunset and night. But that was a good sign. More dark meant more time and mystery for me. I was perhaps a bit too curious with the nighttime for my own good. But that had always been a fascination of mine. The night.

I took one last long look at the nighttime sky before heading for the exit. Luckily for me, I had friends (or rather a regular john) who worked security at the ESB who let me up and down whenever I needed to borrow the building, so that I could still use it after hours.

“Well, well, if I don’t keep running into you everywhere I go, Stella. Are you following me or something?”

I turned at the new voice and frowned when I noticed who it was. If there was one person on this earth that I couldn’t stand, it was Ronnie Winter. But then again, it wasn’t a big surprise either. Almost the entire world knew that I had never gotten along with Ronnie. Why? Well, he was a link to my past. One that I really didn’t care to have in my current life.

I met Ronnie at a benefit when Allen was using me to get support or money or both for one of his various campaigns. Allen had made me distract Ronnie and separate him from his father for long enough so Allen could speak business with Samuel Winter. This of course, to Allen, meant seduce him. For me, it meant just try to get him interested in a conversation.

Although I suppose I sort of owe Ronnie a bit for getting out of the hell hole that I was in at the time. Ronnie was the first I knew to mention going to New York City for an acting career. He was already living here, and was just down visiting with his father for the holidays when we met at the benefit. We talked about acting for about an hour or so, until Allen came and found us outside on the terrace of the disgustingly posh country club that he was a member of, while on his way to gather drinks for Samuel and himself. Seeing that we were just talking, Allen proceeded to give me one of those looks that you always know means that you’re in trouble.

Ronnie didn’t notice, of course, but instead started to wind down conversationally, as we had spent a great deal of time talking about whatever had come to mind. I should also add that conversation is not a strong point of mine. I mostly say what is needed and keep silent otherwise. So given that we were both fairly out of conversation, we went back into the gala. Ronnie went back over to his father, not knowing anyone else in the spacious room.

This obviously didn’t go well with Allen, because I was on the shit list (and crutches) for at least a month afterwards. Ronnie found out that I was supposed to be a distraction because Allen was trying to swindle his father out of a large amount of money and has hated me since that day. And given that he reminds me of my past, means that I dislike him as well.

“Perhaps I should be asking you if you are the one following me, Ronnie. I was here long before you. In fact, I was just leaving, given that I finished my meeting.” I started towards the exit, but stopped as a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

“Oh, no you don’t, I didn’t say you could walk away from me that easily. I don’t think we had quite finished our conversation yet.” Ronnie’s grip on my arm tightened and with a jerk I was suddenly much closer to Ronnie Winter than I ever wanted to be. There wasn’t more than a few mere inches between his body and mine.

I turned and glared up at him in complete anger. “Let go of me this instant. I am finished with this conversation and if you do not remove your hands from me, I will scream so loud that every one within five blocks of here will hear and alert the authorities.”

Ronnie leaned his head down to hover a hairsbreath from my own face, his breath warm against my own lips. “You wouldn’t live to get the breath in your lungs enough to scream.” He leaned in closer, now practically kissing me. “I could kill you right now and you wouldn’t even know what had happened before you were gone from this world. But that wouldn’t exactly help me any, now would it?”

I raised an eyebrow at his last comment. “I don’t know what you mean by that comment. Because I surely don’t know anything that I have to offer you that would help you. Other than a bullet in the head.”

Ronnie laughed, and the sound mixed with the vibrations along his chest caused shivers to crawl down my spine. “Oh, I can think of several things you can help me with, Stella.” And before I knew what was going on, his lips were upon mine. They were warm and soft, a complete contrast with the rest of his personality. The slightest push and my mouth was open, the kiss deepening considerably.

I regained my senses and pulled away, slapping him hard across the face. I glared at him as he stared back at me, a dark anger in his eyes. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! In case you forgot for a moment, I don’t think that we’re on the best of terms, relationship wise. I would never do such a thing with you, Ronnie.”

Ronnie stared at me with what I could swear was absolute loathing in his eyes before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of bills. “I’m a paying customer, Stella. You wouldn’t want to refuse a paying job, would you? After your last one ended so ... unfortunately.”

My mouth hung open as he mentioned the infamous ‘Joey’ character, who I still had not sorted out all the details about. “How do you know about that?” All I could think was that Ronnie was somehow involved in the incident. And if he was, there was no way in hell that I was going to do anything with him, paying customer or not.

“I do live here too, you know. Besides, how long were you unconscious? You have no way of knowing what happened to you, or even who happened across you sprawled helpless in that alley gutter. Luckily enough you had the bistro owners to come to your rescue.” Ronnie moved back to me, and quickly grabbed me and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me towards him, leaving me pinned against his chest.

I raised an eyebrow, my heart beating away in my chest. And hatred or not, I couldn’t claim indifference to the closeness of his body and mine. It was more than just the normal attraction between me and any of the other random johns, and that above all else scared me. Because the main question in my head was why the hell I was having this sort of reaction to Ronnie Winter, of all people?

Within a split second, he leaned back over and his lips were once again on mine, this time a harsher and more insistent tone behind the kiss. He threaded his fingers on his free hand through my hair, holding my head harshly in place. It was a bit rougher than was my general tastes, but for some reason, it felt right at the moment, as strange as that sounded. And believe me, the irony was not lost on me.

It was only a few moments before I was pushed backwards into the wall, and luckily there weren’t any others in the room to notice. Ronnie was again at my front, his lips locked to mine. His hand slid up my side and found its way to my front. He slid his hand up and tucked what I could only assume was the money into the front of my bra. But of course his hand didn’t remove itself when he had left the money. Instead, his hand slowly ran over my breasts before sliding down to the lower edge of my shirt.

His fingers slid under the edge of my shirt and skimmed along the top edge of the skirt that I was wearing. The sensation of his fingers running along the bare skin of my stomach was only intensified by the fact that he was yet again kissing me with a bit of a fury that was almost obsession. He slowly moved his lips down across my cheek and to my neck. When he did that, I shuddered at the feel of his lips on my neck. It was always a sensitive spot, and to have his lips barraging that sensitive spot on my neck was close to driving me crazy.

Within seconds I had found myself pushed down onto the floor and Ronnie quickly was on top of me. His hands pushed at the skirt I was wearing and it slid down slowly, his fingertips brushing along the skin of my thighs and legs. I couldn’t help but shudder again. Damn if he wasn’t getting some serious sex points. Because nobody had gotten me to shudder this much during sex. And believe me, that was a feat.

Almost achingly slow, he moved back up from being crouched at my feet. He scattered kisses up the inside of my legs until he reached my undergarments. I wasn’t used to this sort of preliminary stuff. As far as I had known, the john just went straight to it. But this was completely different. And I couldn’t say that it was the bad kind of different either.

Ronnie slowly moved his hands up to the waistband of my undergarments and slowly snaked his fingers into the band and started to work them down my legs, equally slowly. The anticipation of what I knew was to come was almost maddening. I moved up on an elbow and reached my hand down to grab his face and turned it to look back up at me. I slowly pulled him back up towards me, unable to keep a bit of a smirk from my face. After all, if he was to go as agonizingly slow as he was, I was sure that I could come up with a few tricks to pull of my own against him. After all, it wasn’t like I didn’t know a few things of my own to do to guys.

I grinned as I pulled him back up towards me, taking his lips with mine as my hands moved down along his chest and to the waistband of his jeans. I continued to kiss him as I unbuttoned the jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. I could feel Ronnie’s smile, before he pushed me back down onto the floor, his hands sliding under my shirt along the bare skin. He kissed back down my neck and I pushed at the jeans still around his waist. The jeans moved down his legs and I could see the smile this time on his face as he pulled back from my neck to push his jeans off completely before smirking mischievously with a quick glance to his own undergarments.

I winked mischievously and reached over and quickly pulled his boxers all the way down. Before I could do anything, Ronnie grabbed my hands and pulled them up over my head and he was lying over me without a scrap between our lower bodies. He leaned over and kissed me again before he thrust himself into me. He just stayed there for a moment before pulling out and thrusting again, his mouth holding mine captive. His hips started a rhythm, hard and fast, while his lips were a barrage of a different kind.

His lips pulled away from mine and trailed their way down my cheek and towards my neck again. I shuddered at the added sensation of his lips on my neck while he continued to thrust inside me from below. I could feel the orgasm building quickly, and knew that at least with him I would likely get a good release. His tongue swirled over the pulse in my neck and I couldn’t help but shiver again. Damn, but my neck was sensitive and he seemed highly keen to exploit that little fact.

A sudden flash of pain at my neck and then I felt a much larger wave of pleasure flooded me as his mouth continued at my throat. I soon felt the orgasm wash over me, and couldn’t silence the violent moan of pleasure from my mouth. Ronnie’s mouth quickly moved to cover my own and I moaned again into his mouth. He gave a shudder and pulled himself out and slowly kissed his way down to my neck again before turning to look back up at me.

There was an odd look in his eyes as he looked at me, pulling up his boxers, his eyes never leaving mine. I wasn’t sure what was in his eyes, but it was certainly intriguing. So this was another reason to be intrigued with Ronnie Winter. I was starting to believe that I would find a different view on him after this. But what exactly would that be, and what did that mean? After all, if just one round of sex completely changed my opinion of him, what did that mean about me? I mean, sure the sex was good (although mind blowing would be a better description for what had just happened probably), but to completely change my opinion of him? That was scary.

Ronnie slowly crawled up my body and trailed scattered kisses as he went. He stopped as his face was before mine, his breath tickling my face. He suddenly moved and recaptured my lips with his in a much sweeter manner this time. His hands moved up to either side of my face and gently twisted in my hair, holding me to him. I moved my hands around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

Suddenly he pulled back and stood before grabbing his jeans and pulling them back on before sitting and pulling the boots he had been wearing back on as well. This was quite obviously confusing, but then again, I should be used to confusing, right? I grabbed my own undergarments and skirt and pulled them on, trying my best to keep from revealing my confusion. Because if I showed my confusion, then I might find something else as well.

When I had finished pulling on my clothing again, I stood, leaning heavily against the wall. For some reason I was suddenly feeling lightheaded, and it worried me just slightly. I stared at Ronnie’s back-turned silhouette against the light from the city. Strange how he suddenly intrigued me when before I had hated him so wholly. I worried that I might have been bewitched or such. But what good would it do for him to bewitch me? Besides, how would he be able to accomplish such a feat anyways? Unless . . .

“I have to go. See you, Elizabeth.” And with that, Ronnie disappeared out of the exit. I stared open-mouthed at where he had left in curiosity and just a little anger. He knew how I hated being called Elizabeth, and yet he still sometimes proceeded to use the name.

I pulled back on my coat and headed for the exit as well. I was still confused as to what exactly had happened with Ronnie Winter, who I would never have thought to do such a thing with in my life. I just needed a cigarette, cup of coffee, and a good chat with Addie. Because if there was anyone who could help me figure out what was going on, it was Addie and Elias.

I smiled in the dark streets, but suddenly felt my head start to spin again. I couldn’t get sick. Leaning against the wall of an alleyway, I tried to catch my breath, but it refused to be tamed. The world started to spin and I slid down the wall to where I was sitting on the sidewalk, my head resting between my legs. The world continued to spin and I lost my stomach a foot from my lap. I straightened back and leaned my head heavily against the wall behind me, and spots floated by my eyes. I didn’t know what was going on, and started to panic even more so at this. Because this was not looking good.

I tried to stand to head back to the apartment, and as soon as I stood, the world began to spin furiously. The whirling of my surroundings made me dizzier than I already was and with that, the darkness took me, and I collapsed into the street.
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