The Enforcer: Eternal Redemption

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"Why didn't you get my purse?" Althea had other priorities, other than the fact this being was sitting way too close to her, and he smelled delectable. "You left it behind!" Her senses were strained.

"It wasn't your purse," The cold emerald eyes traveled her body slowly, stopping along the scenic route whenever they pleased to enjoy the curves and bulges of the young, ripe form, "I wanted."

"Someone will take it and use my credit cards, which really belong to Marcus, who will do horrible things to them, all because of your thoughtless gesture."

"Then that will teach them not to steal another person's belongings, will it not." Edwin scratched his chin with his thumb, his gaze resting languidly upon the low cut of her blouse. "Tell me about Nathaniel."

"You should ask Marcus."

The crystal gaze lifted, scolding her with its intensity. "I am asking you." Thea fell stubbornly silent.

"I cannot assist you if I do not know the particulars of the problem." Reason was attempted.

"I don't need your assistanc–" Thea gasped, hastily grasping the soft cotton of his shirt front, the slender fingers clasping the material in a death grip. "Except with that Enforcer thingy that is coming up tomorrow night, of course. I need assistance with..."

His gaze had dropped again to the contact for he felt the cool of her touch through his clothing and it felt rather good.

Realizing her faux pas, Althea severed the contact slowly, allowing her fingers to fall away. She scowled hard, almost but not quite pouting a little. Anna Lisa was allowed such liberties, but she was not. Which sucked a lot.

Thea didn't care. Not one iota. She lifted her head proudly. "Which you already promised to do, so no take backs."

Edwin licked his lips thoughtfully, hiding his need to smile. "I have influence with your Sire. You know I do. I can help."

She frowned over at him, having cut her eyes up and under. "Why would you?"

"Why, do you think?" He was intensely curious.

The question stumped the female for all of two seconds, and then it came to her. "Because you can gain something from the act." Of course, it wasn't like it was brain surgery.

"...Yes." That disturbing gaze dropped to the demurely crossed legs, traveling up the shapely calf unto the soft folds of the skirt she wore so effectively. The being's brows lifted fractionally as he measured the area below him with avid interest. "Decidedly."

"What?" Althea asked impulsively.

He smiled ever so slightly, holding her eyes easily. "That is personal."

"Oh." She was disappointed, to say the least.

"Marcus is livid with you. I sensed his anger, his displeasure, before. It was palpable."

"Did you get that drift?" The blonde hair swayed with the slight movement of her head.

Gosh, this guy was intuitive.

"The only thing that would affect him to such an extent is his children. Genevieve is in France, happy and carefree, so by process of elimination."

"You can't help." The female seemed pretty sure of her facts.

"I have never set my mind to something," his eyes fell once again to the apex of her crossed legs, "and not have it realized." He raised his head, his stare a confident one. "Never."

"Then you and Marcus have that in common."

"All are aware of the tale." The Enforcer tried yet again, shifting into a more comfortable position, which put him even closer to the woman without seeming to do so. "It is rumored your Sire and Nathaniel were reuniting, but then the son vanished from the scene entirely. As did Marcus for many years. I know he retreated to his estate in Munich. I never asked of Nathaniel, only if I could be of assistance. The answer was no. I left it at that."

Edwin decided to share a little to see if it netted any results.

He liked sitting so very close to the female. He could see that it unsettled her somewhat, which amused him even more.

"I ain't sayin’." Althea quoted an old movie she loved about convicts ratting out other convicts.

"What could you possibly have done to piss him off so royally, not that you do not possess the ability to piss people off...you do." He scowled slightly down at the sullen little face.

Thea frowned hard at him for such insight into her character.

"Nathaniel, like Wilder, was involved with a human female. Marcus held objections, of course. What Father would not."

"Loosen up! This is the twenty-first century." The female hesitated. "Or is it the twentieth? How do they count that stuff? It’s two thousand and.."

"And then," it was interrupted hastily, as Edwin continued his narrative, "the female turned up quite dead. Murdered, I believe. And Nathaniel was nowhere to be found, nor has he been seen since. I assumed, like everyone else, that Marcus eliminated them both."

"Yeah, he has a short fuse alright. Sounds like something he would do, doesn't it." The blonde agreed readily. "Look, I'm a little drained, in a bad way. Got any B- lying around?"

"Which means he did not do it." It was quite clear to the Enforcer now, by her hasty acceptance of his supposition.

"Be a good little host for once, hum?" Althea looked at the vein in his neck longingly.

"If this does not concern Nathaniel, simply say so," He advised.

"This doesn't concern Nathaniel."

He c****d his head to one side, scrutinizing her meticulously. "Your confidences are safe with me. Anything you say will not be revealed to your Sire. Do you believe that statement?"

"No." The lovely vampire laughed gaily at such absurdity.

"What will make you believe it?" He c****d his head to one side, his look a superiorly confident one.

"The next coming of the Messiah?"

Edwin sighed lightly. "I am assuming Marcus is already privy to your crime. What, then, is the problem? How many ways can he extract his vengeance that has not already been decided? Perhaps I can lessen his wrath, that is all I am saying."

"Well, aren't you just the little humanitarian all of a sudden." Thea allowed her distrust to blossom.

"Never equate me with a human, in any terms." It was sternly warned. "It would be a mistake on your part."

"Don't get so huffy!" The young female squirmed uncomfortably about, suddenly restless and antsy. "What I did cannot be forgiven, so I'm just going to have to take my comeuppance like a good soldier and–"

"Noble words.” The being held his censor. “Can you live up to them?"

Althea thought about all the times she had seen her Sire extract vengeance. Her mood fell considerably. She hung her head, tears of self-pity beginning after only a few microseconds.

Edwin lifted a brow, unmoved by such eloquence. He did allow her the moment, however.

"He's not very..." she sniffed, swiping the tear-stained cheeks with an angry palm, "nice sometimes."

"An understatement." Edwin could sympathize there, admittedly.

"I know!" She wailed.

Thea began her sobbing again, this time throwing in some heartfelt sounds of distress and despair for good measure.

Althea leaned for support into the rock-hard chest of the being, for the simple fact he was the only one available for such an activity.

She offered a rather mournful outcry of self-pity for a goodly few moments before she sat up...suddenly very quiet, the tears gone, as was the mood.

"I'm in deep shit." She was not happy with the revelation.

The being lifted his hand, smoothing the comically awry hair into some semblance of order. "All is not lost."

"Well," she lashed out at the nearest source of commiseration, "it’s not all sunshine and roses, either! Mr. Pollyanna!"

The Enforcer smiled down at the dour little features. "You really do..." He lowered his head slowly, most effectively, his breath, which smelled of cinnamon for some odd reason, caressing Thea’s cheek line gently, “amuse me."

He joined his lips with her slightly parted ones, his tongue easing into the hot depths with a slow, effortless insistence that left Althea weak and compliant inside.

The soft moans and distressed whimpers Althea omitted heightened Edwin’s growing involvement. The kiss was a gentle, coaxing, bare brush of erotica that confused and delighted the female’s senses.

Edwin leaned his prey into the confines of the leather sofa, his arms encircling Althea’s waist and upper torso in their strength. His weight followed, but held at bay by his upper body strength, which was braced against the cushions beneath the slight body.

Althea moaned gently; her senses assaulted from all sides suddenly. The Enforcer had moved strategically, his thigh wedging between the soft white flesh of her own. And even now,

Edwin rubbed the material of his dark slacks against the vulnerable valley of the squirming little middle in a decidedly sensual gesture that reminded the female of other actions that he might conceivably attempt, later down the road was she to allow such an eventuality.

Althea fidgeted about, turning her head aside, dodging his lascivious attempts to recapture her mouth under his damnable influence. "Hey...hey!"

Edwin caught her face in a gentle, but firm hand, pressing her cheeks with a slight pressure, turning her face back, his mouth hungrily searching for hers this time around. The hot pressure of the moist cavern covered her lips, his tongue more assertive as it searched for and found the female's more timid one, caressing it sensually with several confident strokes.

His grunt of acquiescence enthralled Althea, her resistance halting for the moment as she allowed herself to experience his expertise to its fullest for a beat.

She felt his hand flick over the flimsy material of her blouse which covered her breast, his fingers squeezing her plumpness gently several times then. His palm lifted the heaviness of the mound for further inspection.

The brooding eyes searched out his actions, the intelligent brow furrowed in a deep scowl. Edwin slowly lowered his head, his mouth covering the silk, his teeth biting gently when and where he wished, his tongue's hot moistness melting through to the skin beneath.

Althea gasped shakily, her own hand pushing against such an invasion of her privacy, but inside she was beginning to feel her blood heat dangerously. It was a corporeal sensation, for her blood was cold usually, and flowed ever so slowly throughout her form.

"Cut it out!" She broke the kiss, attempting to extract herself from the circumstances in which she found herself now deposited. "Stop!"

"I do not wish to..." Edwin felt the evidence of his statement, moving the rock-hard bulge against the heat of her crease and even through the silk panties, the sensation felt wonderful, "stop."

He nuzzled the pert nose lovingly, kissing her forehead with an almost paternal caress.

He pushed against her resistance, his thigh widening the gap between her legs. Shoving the material of her skirt up the slender thigh, his fingers searched for and found the lace of the flimsy panties’ edge. “Allow me but a few moments and you will feel the same.”

"I said..." Thea moved instinctively away from his touch, her cheeks heated with her anger, but more so, the delicious need to obey him.

The Enforcer’s index finger hooked the lace, sliding inside the silk, running experimentally over the slickness of her vaginal lips.

Althea gasped her shock, stiffening with a small outcry of defiance, trying desperately to close her legs to such an invasion.

"You are wet." The deep baritone washed over her heated skin like a soothing balm. His powerful body moved slightly, allowing the female to feel his own involvement. "And I... am in pain." He whispered directly into her parted lips.