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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.

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A/N: Another one of those chapters that has graphic content. Just giving a little warning.
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“What part of ‘I can’t get fucking pissed’ did you idiots seem to not understand?” Persephone stood at the podium in the large conference room, angry bounty hunters looking at her, and tried to take calming breaths. Breathing was the only thing holding her to this world, and that was slowly becoming a hard thing to do.
“We’re just trying to understand, Persephone. You come in here looking like the great vampire queen herself, throw a perfectly harmless looking man against a wall, and started torturing him. We now understand that he did the same to you, but he’s only human.” Andrew Walker was the best shooter in his class. Twenty-eight years old, he could kill at a man with a pistol shot up to a mile away, but thinking was not his forte.
“Look, Walker, you’ve been hunting vampires since I found you two years ago. You’ve seen shit that most other bounty hunters would piss their pants over. All of you have. Can’t you think outside of the box for a moment? Bob Bryar is not human. He died five years ago and came back as a fucking fallen angel. He’s just really good at hiding his wings.” Persephone was slowly getting pissed again. Breathing was the hardest thing she had ever done in her life at that moment.
She jumped a little as she felt a hand on her back and sighed as Mikey started to rub circles in her back, trying to calm her. She leaned into him and felt his arms wrap around her waist, his chin going on her shoulder. His whisper was only audible to her through her new hearing. “Calm, Persy, calm.”
She took a deep breath as Andrew spoke again. “A fallen angel? But why did they let him return?”
“He gave me some bullshit lie about needing me. What do you want me to say, Walker? I don’t know. I’m too pissed at him right now to even have him in the same room with me. Yes, I’m changing into the thing we all hunt. I have kept most of my humanity due to my love for everyone in this building. I’ve lost everything by my mind and my ability to breathe because of him. I could care less about him right now. He’s not the topic of conversation right now. Contract Valley is.”
She felt Mikey’s arms tighten around her waist and knew that she had done something to make him that she needed to think again. She took a deep breathe and let it out. Once, twice, three times, finally able to look around the room without seeing red.
“That’s simple, Persephone. We take the tranquilizer darts Rick has been working on all day and shoot anything that moves that didn’t arrive with us. We head up there about an hour before sundown and BOOM! We’re outside their resting place, ready for their attack.” Persephone could have kissed William Valentine at that moment. The newest, and youngest at only twenty-one, added to the firm and he seemed the brightest and best when it came to tactics. She couldn’t have asked for a better shooter, or roommate, either.
“Bill, you just saved me a lot of anger issues. Did everyone get that? We’ll leave here at three and set up in front of the high school before they even know we’re there. End of discussion. Go get your spare weapons, the tranquilizer stuff from Rick, etcetera. I need to go have a little chat with my husband.” She slipped from Mikey’s arms, even as he protested, and headed to her office. She got into the elevator and then locked it up so that no one else could get upstairs.
She came out of the elevator and smiled as she walked through her bedroom door. She leaned against the doorframe and shook her head. “Doesn’t feel too good, does it? Though you do have the advantage of both being unconscious when you were tied up and knowing deep down that you can't win against me like this. The power is almost intoxicating.” She paused and sighed, pushing away from the wall. “I hate it.”
She fell to her knees at the foot of the broken bed he was tied to, crawling her way up his body to straddle him. “If I wasn’t so pissed at you for the betrayal, this could be something fun to play around with. But as I said, you betrayed me. You thought I was weak. That I could turn so easily. I guess I proved you wrong, didn’t I?”
She grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped it off his body. “What are you doing, Persephone?”
She stopped with her hand at the top button of the jeans he was wearing. She tilted her head to the side and took a deep breath. “I need you to know that it’s still me in here and not some monster. I need you to trust me again. We leave for Contract Valley in five hours and I need you beside me when I leave, because I don’t think me and my people will be able to do this without you. Just trust me. Okay?”
He looked apprehensive and suspicious of her actions, so she moved her hands away from his pants. Instead, she lowered her mouth to his stomach and flicked her tongue along the trail of pale hair that led from his navel to the inside of his pants. He twitched, but she moved her tongue gentle up his chest.
She flicked her tongue gently along his collarbone, already feeling how enticed he was with what she was doing through his jeans. She came to the big pulse in his neck and paused for a moment, pulling back enough to pull her shirt over her head before moving back to his neck, flicking her tongue along the big pulse before moving along his jaw until she met his mouth.
She didn’t pressed her lips against his at first, rather she stayed leaning over him, her eyes meeting his. She felt him jerk at the ropes, more than likely to wrap his arms around her, and kissed him as he groaned from the pain of the pressure of the pull on his ankles. She felt him return the kiss, his hips moving involuntarily to meet hers. He groaned again as the ropes at his ankles pulled at his wrists.
“What’s wrong, Bobby? Are the ropes hurting you?” She flicked her tongue over his lips and rolled off him, standing beside the bed. In some weird way, it gave her satisfaction to see him laying there, begging her to finish what she had started.
“Persy, I’m sorry. It’s not that I thought you were weak. Really, it’s not. I’ve just seen men stronger than you turn in a matter of minutes. I didn’t want to have to harm you if you turned on me. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.” Persephone frowned slightly, somehow able to smell the truth of his words. Was this another power of the vampire? There was so little known about their abilities. If she didn’t turn completely, it would of great interest to be able to answer those questions.
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts of research into the vampire abilities, and turned to the man tied to the bed in front of her. She dropped back onto the bed and grabbed the top of his pants, easily yanking them off in one fell swoop. She straddled him, making sure that her jeans rubbed against the erection he was in no way capable of hiding, even if he had wanted to.
She lay against his stomach and looked up at him, teasing him. “You’re sincere, Bobby, but if you ever try that again, I’ll castrate you.” She smiled pleasantly and leaned up, untying the ropes at his wrists, knowing perfectly well what would happen next. It was as their relationship had always been, minus the powers and the bondage, which was new to both of them.
As soon as he was free he had her flipped onto her back, pulling her pants from her body before she could even think to protest, not like she would. She stopped him before he went further with a hand on his chest. “No blood. I don’t know what would happen.”
He nodded and leaned down to kiss her gently. “I know. I’ll be careful.”
He put his knee between her legs, spreading them gently as he continued to kiss her. She returned the kiss and sighed as she felt the tip of his erect manhood rubbed against her most intimate of body parts. She gasped slightly as, with one tiny movement, he was buried deep inside her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist before he had even started a rhythm. He pulled out of her gently, afraid that if he were too rough things might go south for both of them fast. He was even gentler as he moved his way back into her, again with fear of what would happen if he were too rough. After a few minutes, he started a rhythm that was safe for them.
He started to move faster as the pleasure began to override him and the orgasm began to build inside of them. Persephone could smell blood, but was pleasantly surprised that she in no way had an urge to kill Bob. It gave her a boost of hope and she used some of his momentum to flip him over, keeping her hips moving as she did so.
After a moment of disorientation, she had started her own rhythm above Bob, faster and harder than she had ever rode him before. It had duel effects of both pleasure and pain, but she was slowly growing to like this. She barely felt the orgasm until it burst forth from her in a wave of pleasure that caused her to scream, back arched, nails digging into Bob’s arms where she held them.
She collapsed on top of him, gasping for air. She could hear him doing the same, but there was something wrong. She sat up, clutching at her chest and gasping for air that would not fill her lungs. She felt his hands around her as he sat up and pulled her into his chest. “Come on, Persephone, you’re stronger than this. Like mine.”
She felt his chest move up and down in a deep, relaxing pattern and started to try to match it. At first, all she could do was gasp for breath. After a few minutes, he had her breathing in time with him, his hand over her heart. She lay back against him, breathing ragged but there, and sighed. “How did you know?”
“I know you, Persy. You always want to cuddle afterwards unless we have more important things to do. We have over three hours before we need to be anywhere, so something was obviously wrong. The only things you haven’t lost are you breathing and your heartbeat. Did I help any?”
Persephone kissed him in response and sighed, standing slowly. She hurt all over, especially as she tried to walk. She grabbed her clothes and headed into the bathroom. “I need a shower. Then I have to get down and get my weapons in order.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“No thanks. I think I’ll do this one solo. I hurt in places I didn’t even know existed. You can have the shower when I’m done.” She walked into the shower and washed the myriad of bodily fluids off her body. Climbing out and throwing clothes on before heading back into the bedroom. “All yours. Come down when you’re done so they done think I killed you.”
“You know in France they call the orgasm ‘the little death’. So in a way, you did kill me.” Bob smiled playfully at her as she walked out the door.
“Smartass!” She called over her shoulder before stepping into the elevator, releasing the lock, and frowning as the door opened into her office and she spotted the maintenance guys there. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Damnit, Persephone Jaclyn Way Bryar, I am going to fucking kill you! You fucking locked me out!” Mikey was screaming a stream of incoherent curse words at her as she stood there, smirking at him. She leaned against the wall and let him yell, everyone needed to vent once in a while. “Where the fuck is Bob?” Ah, something she could understand.
“He’s in the shower. Damn, Mikey, you act like I was going to kill my own husband. Yes, it crossed my mind, but he’s perfectly ok. A little scratched up and post-coital, but other than that, he’s fine.” Everyone in the room from Mikey to Nia to Frank, look as if she had slapped them square in the face. The look on their faces was so out of place she frowned. “What?” The maintenance guys merely shook their heads and chuckled as they left the room.
“Um, P, hun, you went up there pissed off, and we heard you screaming. Um, we thought he was killing you. You mean to tell us that you were just, um …”
“I was fucking him, yes, and what can I say? He’s just that good. And I was pissed, yes, but I found a way to deal with my anger at Bob long ago. I’ve been married to him since I was eighteen, remember? Nine years with someone means you can learn a lot about them.” Smiling, she flopped into her office chair as the elevator door opened again. “Hello, darling. How was your shower?”
“Cold. You used all the hot water.” Bob took in everything around him in one swoop and bent down to kiss Persephone gently before sitting on the couch at the other end of the room. “So I’m guessing you told them we weren’t fighting, huh?”
“Yup. I’m just waiting for the shocked looks to leave their faces before I make my move to the weapon room to get my tranquilizer guns, darts, and other goodies Rick will have for us. Are you three finished?”
Silence so thick you could have cut it with a knife. The other three looked utterly shocked at the playful banter going between Bob and Persephone, as if the events of earlier had ever happened. Maybe they just didn’t realize what was going on in with both Persephone’s changes as well as Bob. Either way, she was not going to wait around for them to get over it.
“Yeah, well you three can stay here and gawk at each other. I want to get on the road by 2:45 and that means I need guns.” She stood and walked through the zombie-like figures of her friends and family before turning at the door. “Are you coming, Bobby? You might need some darts.”
Bob stood and walked after her, down the hall, and into the elevator. As soon as the doors were closed, they burst into laughter. “I don’t know whose face was funnier. Mikey’s, who knows how we used to be, or Nia’s, who appeared to have swallowed some particularly disgusting. Either way, that was fun, Persy. A lot like the good ol’ days.”
“Yeah. I wish it could go back to the way it once was, but it’ll never be normal until we get Ray and Gerard back.” She sighed as the doors opened on one of the lower levels. “Come on. We have to go through the labs.”
She pulled out her key card and swiped it, pushing in her pass code before slipping through the door into the labs. She kept walking until she heard the sound of talking in the weapon room and turned back to Bob. “Okay, forewarning, I’m kind of a weapons Nazi. We have a little bit of everything and all sorts of bullets and darts to fit each weapon. Don’t freak out.”
She nodded with that and walked through the door, silence meeting her when they say her. “Ah, Mrs… I mean, Persephone, we’ve been expecting you. I have your normal array of weapons with the ammo for the night lined up on the back wall.”
Persephone smiled at Rick as he was already in gear. She had a moment to glance back at Bob who stared around the large warehouse sized room with awe. So she was over prepared. It was better than having nothing at all.
“Thanks, Rick.” She picked up the holster he had laid out and slipped it on, taking her belt off to loop it through. She popped the clip out of two guns and smiled at the small, special made darts that rested in the clip before popping the clip back in and holstering a gun under each arm. She grabbed a long blade from a nearby wall and sheathed it in a sword sheath she had put on before leaving the bathroom earlier. She added a blade in each of her boots as well as one strapped to her right thigh.
Turning around, she knew that she looked like a female version of Rambo. “Ok, Bobby, be honest. Too much?”
“If you could see yourself right now, Persephone … I mean, you might want to cover the weapons up a little.” He gave her an apologetic frown at the mention of her seeing herself, knowing that unless they gave her the cure, she would never see herself again.
Persephone shrugged at his comment, though she felt a stabbing pain of realization inside her. She grabbed a duster off a nearby hook and pulling it on. “Better?”
“Much. Now you only look like you’re a hit man for the mafia. Now what do you have for me?”
Persephone smiled as Rick went into weapons expert mode. There were so many reasons she loved to have him around. He took all the jobs he could do well so seriously, yet at the same time had so much fun with them. She walked away from them as he started to look at Bob’s body type, asking him to spread his wings so he could fit him for a shoulder holster.
She wandered through the groups of hunters who were looking through weapons, hating the way they looked at her now. She jumped slightly as she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned with a smile. “Bill, you frightened me. What’s up?”
“I’m worried about you, Sephone.” He brushed her hair out of her face and ran his hand along her cheek. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and kissed the palm of his hand before allowing him to hug her. “I’m fine, Billy. I just have been a little jumpy today because of, well, everything. I’m fine really.”
She wrapped her arms around the young boy, letting him comfort her. She loved that she had a roommate that wouldn’t hit on her, wouldn’t judge her, and would offer her comfort without questioning her responses.
She heard a cough behind her and moved from Bill, wiping a few tears from her eyes as she turned to Bob. “Oh, Bob, you remember I told you about my roommate? Well this is him. Bill Valentine, I’d like you to meet my husband, Bob Bryar.”
They shook hands before Bill looked Bob up and down provocatively. “You were right, Sephone. He is a tall drink of water. All the good ones are straight.”
Persephone laughed at the expression on Bob’s face as Bill kissed her before walking past her husband, making an obvious attempt at checking him out. When he was around the corner, she wrapped her arms around Bob’s neck and kissed him. “Don’t look like that. You are a hot piece of ass, if I don’t say so myself.”
She stepped back and looked at the gun under his left arm. He had another in a holster on his hip on the right side and she raised an eyebrow, pulling on it. “Why that sidearm?”
“The wings hinder me from wearing a double shoulder holster. Rick thought this would be good in case I needed an extra weapon. Spunky little guy, ain’t he?”
“Oh yes, but that’s why I hired him.” She looked up and sighed, pulling Bob towards the door. “Now to see if the other three have come out of their stupor.”
She smiled as she spotted them getting their weapons and shrugged. “I guess they’re ok now. I don’t know what to do with myself now.”
“Take a break. You’ve been running around for the last,” he looked at his watch, “wow, the last hour. You just need a break. Come on.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward a little room they had passed before the weapon room. He pulled her onto the couch there and wrapped his arms around her. “Better?”
Persephone sighed and wrapped her arms around his chest, laying her head on his shoulder. She nodded and started to match his breathing pattern. “Much.” She yawned and knew that she was about to fall asleep. She had her weapons and two hours before they left. A little nap wouldn’t hurt. “Wake me before we leave.”
“I will.” She heard Mikey’s voice coming up the corridor, but already starting to doze off. If she could get some rest, she could keep a level head during the fight. At least that way she wouldn’t have to rely on Bob to save her. He was so much better at other things.
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