The Enforcer: Eternal Redemption

And He Scores

Annie gasped with heartfelt gratitude, holding tight to the rock-hard shoulders supporting her. She groaned feebly, searching for his mouth. The kiss held a promise of passion held in reserve. His thumb used her own wetness as a lubricant as he massaged the coiled little nub of her c**t with infinite patience and tenderness.

It took him only seconds to bring her to full climax; the sensation rocking her body with ecstasy as she cried out her release, the intensity totally overwhelming and more than welcomed.

Alex watched contentedly as the lovely features slowly lost their flush of excitement, settling into a serene tranquility after the rush of sensual gratification.

*****

Alex Wilder was feeling good. Even with everything that had transpired of late, or perhaps because of what had transpired between him and Annie. The young Vampire's mood was high. Even Christopher Colton's brooding could not bring him down.

“Why do I have a feeling you know a hell of a lot more concerning this situation than you are saying, old friend?” He could sense something was up with Christopher. He just did not know the particulars yet.

Alex stretched his legs out, propping them on the glass top of the coffee table across from the couch upon which he resided. He was shocked when the other being did not chastise him for such a transgression.

He watched Christopher pace slowly back and forth across the room. Holding the cell phone between loose fingers, his thumb rubbed the edge absently. Which meant Christopher was in a contemplative mood.

"Me?" It was answered half-way innocently, which, for such a being, was ludicrous in itself.

"Yeah...you. You didn't seem all that shocked when an Enforcer landed on your balcony out there. When all the crap hit the fan, you knew something was up, didn't you. Why didn't you warn me?"

"I have warned you...repeatedly. About the dangers of our kind mixing with humans. You don't listen."

"Annie is different." Alex had the grace to feel a little guilty over the matter.

"Why? Because you have feelings for her? Was she different to the Council?" Christopher spared him a look, then went back to his pacing.

"They should have settled their issues with me. Don't I get some kind of trial or something before being condemned?"

"No." Christopher snapped. "The rules are the rules. Clear and simple...break one and you pay."

"Why has it taken so long for them to act?"

"I asked for an audience. I didn't get that far up the proverbial totem pole, but I did get a message to one of the Court." Christopher tried a number on the cell again, cursing under his breath when a reply was not to be had. He clicked the front shut angrily, resuming his pacing methodically. "Who passed it on, presumably?"

"The answer was, no?" Alex surmised.

"Apparently. I thought they were still reviewing. "Until last night."

The sun was up and the birds singing, or at least Alex assumed they were. He had rushed over after tucking Annie up for a much-needed day off from work. He wanted more information about the Enforcer's visit.

"Happy birthday to me," Christopher grinned. "Well, at least it wasn't boring."

"You knew Han...eh, Edwin was an Enforcer. I had no idea what he was, only that he wasn't human."

"Hard to detect, but yes. They are a special breed. He is much older than I. I know that

much."

"Which means he is more powerful. Why did he step in when the others came?"

"Who knows?" Christopher sat down, then got back up, glancing around aimlessly.

"You do." Alex was relatively certain.

The being did not reply one way or another. He crossed to the bar, picking up the cell again, glancing at the screen.

"Is Annie safe?"

"They have to go through the protector before they can get to her, so she should be pretty secure for a while." Christopher punched in another number, trying that one. "And then Althea, both offered the challenge."

"If they get through Edwin.” Alex remembered the efficiency of the Enforcer, how the being had dispatched the other of his breed so effortlessly. “Althea won't stand a chance."

"Yes, I know." The thought did not set well with her friend.

"What about Marcus?" Alex needed to know.

"What about him?"

"He is an Ancient. What does that mean to us, in the long scheme of things?"

"I don't know." Christopher told the truth, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface of the door facing which led to the balcony. He stood, his back to Alex Wilder, his eyes scanning the shadows of a new day.

He stayed far back, out of any stray rays.

Alex wasn't getting anywhere here, he could tell. He arose, sighing lightly. "Guess I should go talk to him myself, then, hum?"

"Oh, yeah. That's a good decision." Christopher scoffed, turning back slightly then, resumed his pacing absently. "You do that."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know."

"That's right, I don't know. No one knows. He used to hang at a place called The Witching Hour. That was a long time ago. He's reclusive these days."

"So, how do I contact him?"

"I don't know."

"Or you're not wanting me to find him."

"Whatever works." Christopher needed a drink. "He's out of your league. Hell, he's out of my league. He's in a league all his own, come to think about it."

"I've heard about these guys. I thought they were a legend." Alex admitted. "I could sense his power."

"That's only the tip of the proverbial iceberg, trust me." Christopher was on edge, clear and simple. "I don't want to tangle with this thing, but it just might come down to that."

"What do you mean?"

"Althea hasn't answered her phone." Christopher held up the offending object for scrutiny. "She always answers, even when she shouldn't."

The being's mind wandered back to another time, not so long ago.

*****

“Hi, sweetheart. I miss you.” Althea’s voice was soft and sensual for the being.

Christopher relaxed into its essence.

“Liar, what are you up to?”

“Just entertaining a friend, nothing important. Not as important as you.” That sweet tone washed over Colton like silk running down his spine.

“...You're kidding, right?” Surely, she wouldn’t...

“He doesn't mind. What do you need, angel? Anything! Name it.” Althea made Christopher believe her vow.

“...To watch?” He took his best shot.

*****

Christopher snapped back to the present.

"I said, what's up, Christopher? Your mind isn't here. Something’s wrong."

"I sense as much, but I'm not sure exactly what." The older vampire admitted. "Its time I found out though."

"I'm coming with."

An hour later, the two individuals were driving along the freeway, headed north. "Where are we going?"

"I don't know. But I will when I get there." Christopher drove mechanically, the powerful engine of his Ferrari humming happily.

"You're just, what? Sensing where to go?"

"Something like that. Didn't you feel it? Marcus gives off...a vibe."

"He does?"

Christopher glanced over, then maneuvered the car between two semi-trucks effortlessly, hitting the gas and cruising on down the open roadway. "Yeah? Really?" He shrugged. "I felt it."

In reality, he had a source that had given him a tip about where the Ancient Vampire might be headed after the fiasco of last night. He enjoyed yanking Alex's chain occasionally though, so he was indulging.

"Tell me about Annie."

"Humm? What?" Alex had been trying to decide if his chain was being yanked or not, lost in thought. "What about her? You said she would be."

"Something has happened between you two. You're in a good mood. A very good mood, which means one of two things." Christopher turned the air conditioner of the car higher, the special-order dark windows shielding them from the sun.

"You've found a cure for your affliction or..." the Vampire turned his head for a brief second to gauge Alex's features, "you have gotten a little closer to your reporter friend. Dare I say, in the Biblical sense? As much as we are capable, of course."