Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

The Contract Valley Chronicles	By : vampyrevidia Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 804 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of My Chemical Romance. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
Persephone’s eyes popped open as she fought to breathe. She closed them tightly and concentrated on her breathing, feeling an arm around her waist. She clenched up, trying to remember what had happened the night before to warrant a man in her bed. She turned her head slightly and released the breath that she had been holding, seeing only Bob laying beside her. Yes, it was a little weird that they were both fully clothed in her bed, but at least it was only Bob.
She rolled onto her side to face him and brushed his hair out of his face. Smiling as she realized he was still a heavy sleeper, she ran her fingers gently down the line along his temple, cheek, and his jaw line. His arm moved to tighten around her waist protectively and she smiled, slipping easily from it.
As she was sliding off the bed, she nearly stepped on her brother where he lay curled up on the floor. She stepped gently over him and sighed. What had happened after she fainted to warrant them both sleeping around her like guards? She slipped into the bathroom and gasped as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She leaned in to get a better look, feeling tears come to her eyes.
Her skin was still translucent with her veins ever present beneath it. Her hair had finally settled on a shade that was eerily similar to freshly spilled blood. Her green eyes had streaks of gold throughout the iris. Her ears were slightly pointed and her canines were now the pointed fangs of the vampire.
She could almost see through herself in her reflection and knew she didn’t have a lot of time to get Gerard and Ray back, as well as to keep her humanity. She heard some yelling coming from the other side of the bathroom door and opened it a crack, seeing both Mikey and Bob scrabbling around the room. “Guys, I’m right here.”
“Thank God, Persy. We were so worried. Are you alright?”
Mikey wrapped his arm around his sister as she exited the bathroom. She laid her head on his shoulder, arms around his waist and sighed. “I guess. I’m a little freaked out by the way I look and the fact that my reflection is slowly disappearing.”
“You’ll be fine, Persy. Bob and I will …”
He was cut short as Frank burst through the door, Nia close behind, both wrapped in a sheet. “What’s wrong? Is Persephone okay? Did we miss anything?”
Persephone laughed at the sight of two of her best friends in obvious states of undress and shook her head. “They just misplaced me for a moment. Though I think we’ve missed something. Care to explain, Frank, darling?”
Frank and Nia looked at each other, both blushing bright red. “Um, well, we were both upset by your little accident, and, um, I was trying to comfort Nia.” He paused and sighed. “I’ve been stuck in an old hospital with your brother for five years, Persy. I was horny.”
Persephone could tell that Nia was trying not to die on the spot. Moving behind Frank, no small feat considering he was just over five foot four, she shrugged and spoke around his shoulder. “My explanation is about the same. Though I’m always, um, willing?”
Nia raised her eyebrow at the last word, unsure if that was the most appropriate word to use. Almost as if he could feel her distress, Frank moved his hand to hold Nia’s were it rested on his hip.
Persephone shook her head, burying her face in her brother’s shoulder. It was more than just some fling. Frank never offered his flings comfort and Nia never asked for comfort from anyone. It was too much for her mind to comprehend at the moment. Especially with her own problems.
“Just go and get dressed, you two. When you’re done, Nia, get all our best shooters into the conference room. We need to figure out what we’re doing tonight. I don’t even know what time it is.”
“It’s just after 8 AM, Persephone.” Bob’s voice floated toward her from the direction of the bed. It had been the first time had spoken since she had walked into the room, and it frightened her a little, especially since he had used her full first name.
“Frank and I can handle finding the shooters, P. You just rest. We’ll tell everyone to meet in CR1 at nine.” There was a shuffling and the door closed, leaving Persephone standing in Mikey’s arms, Bob on the other side of the room.
Mikey was the first to pull away, looking at the clock and sighing. I have to head down to the lab. Rick found one of our friends from Contract Valley who had turned. He injected him with the cure, you know, to see if he keeps his abilities or not? He wanted me down there at eight.”
He shrugged, walking out and leaving her alone with Bob. She didn’t know why, but she was suddenly uncomfortable being alone in the same room as him.
She moved toward the door when she could think of nothing else to do, and made to leave. “I should go set up the conference room.”
She felt his arm on her hand as she reached the door, pulling her back into the room. She flew into the headboard and groaned as her head hit hard. He pinned her arms against the wall and tied them quickly with a rope that had been hidden. He kept her legs pinned and tied them to the foot of the bed, almost tight enough to cut into her skin.
By the time she had recovered from the hit to the head enough to realize what had happened, she was pissed. Her eyes blew to complete green with streaks of vibrant gold, threatening all on their own. “What the fuck are you doing? Untie me!”
“You don’t need to be in public like this, Persephone. It’s not safe. I’ve seen vampires who aren’t nearly as far gone as you are kill entire groups of people. I can’t let you harm your friends.” He moved to the door and opened it, turning as he stood framed in the doorway. “I’ll come back for you when we have a cure that you’ll approve of.”
The door closed behind him and Persephone screamed, banging her back hard against the head board. The walls and the bed shook as she did so, making her think of something. She placed her feet on the board at the bottom of the bed, planting her hands firmly at the top of the bed, and pushed with all her might.
She smiled as the boards snapped and the bed collapsed, though she was still tied up. Growling in frustration, she wrapped her hands around what little excess rope she could grab and pulled, screaming in pain as the ropes that held her ankles contorted around her legs. So he had made it almost impossible for her to break the rope without breaking her legs.
She lay on the bed and screamed in frustration again. She bucked, jerked, yanked, and stretched at all possible angles to no avail. Finally giving up, she lay there, sulking in her own fury. She was going to kill him for this, husband or not.
After nearly half an hour, she yanked her arms so hard, one of the ropes broke in two. At the same time though, her leg was shattered as well. She screamed in pain, but worked quickly to get the rest of the ropes off of her, biting her wrist and letting the pureness of her own blood heal her broken body. Bones are a lot harder to heal than open wounds, so she merely sat there for a minute writhing in pain, plotting Bob’s demise.
As her breathing returned to normal from the pain, she stood slowly from the destroyed bed, door flying open as she started to walk toward it. She was starting to like this whole telekinesis thing, especially when the elevator door opened as she stepped into the living room. She glanced at a clock, frowning as it read 9:30, and stepped into the elevator.
She walked across her office, door opening before she reached it, and walked past a shocked Nia, who seemed to appear to know what Bob had done. Persephone would deal with that later.
She walked into the conference room where Bob was talking to all the best shooters she had employed at the firm, and smiled as Bob went soaring through the air to smack the back wall hard enough to make a sickening thud.
Everyone in the room moved to pull their weapons as they spotted her, seeing her in her new undead form, but she was too fast for them and swung her hand out, sending all the weapons flying to the back of the podium. “No weapons. I’m not going to hurt him too much. I just wanted to show him what I spent the last hour going through.”
She held her hand in front of Bob and spread her fingers wide, his body being pulled at odd angles. Expression of agonizing pain shot across his face and she was glad for it, because that was what he had just put her through. She just hoped he was feeling the emotional pain she had felt at his betrayal.
“Persephone, stop!” Mikey had walked into the room and saw what she was doing, horrified that his innocent little sister could do such a thing. “You’re going to kill him!”
“Don’t come closer, Mikey. Did you know he tied me to a bed in such a way that every move I made was like hot pokers throughout my arms and legs? I had to break my own fucking leg to get lose.” She walked closer to Bob and let him fall, spinning and kicking him in the leg. There was the gratifying CRACK noise that happens with a really clean break. She nodded, splattering his face with a little of the blood from the wound still on her wrist. “Heal yourself, asshole, but don’t come near me again. Ever.”
She walked past Mikey without so much as a word, and disappeared into the elevators. As soon as the doors were closed, she burst into tears. She hit the emergency stop button and slid down the wall, pulling her knees to her chest. She let the tears fall, unable to stop them. They were made all the more worse when she realized she could no longer see her reflection in the mirrors of the elevator.
She had finally hit the point in the transformation that could destroy her. One more disappointment, one more angry word, and she would change completely. How could she get it across to Mikey, Bob, Frank, and even Nia that if they really wanted to help her, they wouldn’t piss her off?
She sighed and stood, wiping the tears off her face. She started the elevator back up and started to head back upstairs to the conference room again. She might be digging herself a bigger hole, but she only wanted that hole for herself. She had a job to do and she was going to do it. Whether they let her or not.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: For those of you that have been reviewing and are enjoying the story, thank you. It was actually my first time attempting a fanfic that wasn't already part of someone else's fic. Just wanted to let TheFeralDream know that I am a HUGE Anita Blake fan (I own all the books and the graphic novel that just came out) as well as an X-Men fan. But the major thing that everyone needs to know is that the story is quickly coming to a close. Sad, I know, but I feel that a prolonged story takes away from the greatness of the work itself. Therefore, there shall only be another few chapters of drama amongst the cast, but it shall all end quickly. If you have suggestions of other fics you might think I would like to try, let me know! I would love to hear your thoughts on it! Keep reviewing and much love to all who have read this!
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Contract Valley Chronicles