The Guilty Innocent

by D N Simmons

  “I know that a lot of your frustrations are because of me, you're not sure as to my reasons for being here. You think it's because I'm hoping Darian will take me back.” She said as she walked closer to him, kneeling beside his head. “And at first, I was. But because I do love Darian, but even more, I wanted to save him. Sergio, he helped us and asked for nothing in return...nothing. It was I that desired him, that chased him, I tried to force my love onto Darian and he pushed me away... gently.” She said smiling sadly.

  She looked up at me. “I lied to you the first day we met when I told you I did not see what he saw in you,” she paused. “I do see... your passion, your compassion and sense of fair play. I've watched you these past few days, I've seen you risk your life for others and I know you care about Devin and want to save him as well.” Her eyes began to tear up, but she continued. “I know that Annette was your best friend, probably more of a sister, and I know that I can not take her place. But I want you to know that I offer myself to you as your friend and sister, if you would accept me,” Elise said sincerely.

  Oh great, now I'm crying! It was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. I walked over to her and she rose, I hugged her, my tears sliding down my cheeks. After a few minutes, I released her and we smiled at each other, both of us wiping away our tears.

  Elise kneeled beside Sergio again, she took his head into her hands and gazed into his lovely grey eyes. “Sergio, my dear Sergio. I do love you and I have not done right by you because of my own stubbornness, this I know. You have done your duty by protecting us. It is not your fault that Devin was taken but with your help, we can save him. What Xavier purposes makes sense. Please Sergio, will you do this?” Elise asked softly. Sergio's expression softened and he sat up, his eyes never leaving her.

  His right hand came up to gently caress the side of Elise's face. “I have loved you from the moment I first laid my eyes on you over twenty-five years ago. You were the reason I joined your Pride. I would die for you, Elise.” He smiled. “I will do this, please don't cry.” Sergio whispered passionately. Xavier and John remained silent while Elise and Sergio talked.

  “I now know that you are my true mate, you have more than proven yourself to be a worthy king in every aspect.” Elise kissed Sergio full on the lips. His hand came up to hold the back of her head. The two of them shared a passionate kiss as if there were no other people in the room. Xavier and John moved away, Xavier walked over to me and took my hand, leading us into the bedroom to allow Sergio and Elise some privacy. When we walked into the bedroom, Xavier closed the door, John threw himself on the bed and I sat on the edge. I looked at Xavier, I had some questions to ask him.

  “Xavier, were you really trying to hurt Sergio?” I asked as Xavier removed the bloody shirt Sergio had ruined.

  He looked at me and smiled. “No. I understood why he was angry. He had the right to his opinion. I also knew he wanted to vent out his frustrations. I just happened to be the outlet, but even that was fine by me.” Xavier replied in his usual smooth manner.

  “What did Sergio mean when he said that Darian was as much a criminal as the guys we're tracking down?” I asked softly as my eyes trailed over Xavier's toned chest, taking in his perfection.

  “Natasha, I think that is a question you will need to ask Darian,” Xavier stated, I agreed.

  “Why do your eyes change color when you're angry?” I remembered the frightful sight of both Xavier and John in their more intense moments thus far.

  “Because we have different forms, which I don't think you ever want to see.”

  I decided to leave that subject alone, if he said I did not want to see it, then I certainly did not want to know about it. I looked at John who had climbed off of the bed and was now listening at the door and chuckling like a mischievous boy.

  “What are you doing?” I asked. I suspected I knew what he was doing but I wanted to hear it from the “horse's mouth”, so to speak.

  “Well, I'm a...I'm...” He trailed off, looking at Xavier who was watching him and laughing as he shook his head. “Okay, okay, I was eavesdropping!” and this he said, snickering like the lecherous fiend that he was. I broke out into a fit of laughter.

  “Well it's about time!” Xavier exhaled once he stopped laughing at John.

  Xavier laid down on the bed next to where I was sitting, then his arm snaked out and wrapped around my waist, pulling me down on the bed. I laughed and looked at him, his beautiful grey eyes sparkled with lust and love, his full luscious mouth parted in a grin. His fingers began to trace over my flesh, tickling along my erogenous zones. I slapped his hand away and he laughed. I could tell that he was used to having sex with an audience but I was not.

  “Hey you, naughty boy, not now,” I said jokingly. Xavier's grin turned into a mischievous one and I felt that I had to reiterate my point before he got any ideas. “Not now,” I said sternly. He pouted playfully and nodded.

  “Damn, he is really working her over!” John exclaimed as he stood by the door. John was grinning as he listened to Elise's and Sergio's love making.

  “Get you some business, damn!” I said, Xavier laughed out loud.

  John turned to face me and laughed.

  “We don't need you to color-commentate what we can all hear, I'm embarrassed enough as it is,” I stated.

  Xavier turned to face me, a questioning look on his face. “Why? It's just two people having sex.”

  “Well, I hold the act of sex in high regards. I don't think you should just screw anybody just because you're hot for them. People should treat themselves with more respect than that, especially women.” I stated. Xavier sat up and leaned on his right elbow as he looked at me.

  “Go on, I find this to be interesting,” he said encouraging me to continue.

  “Well, people put so much emphasis on sex, like it's the end of the world if they don't get any. And it's the actions of irresponsible people engaging in these shallow sex acts that cause so much trouble. The vast spread of AIDS, herpes, and other STD's, not to mention unwanted pregnancies and abortions, can be contributed to some people who just wanted to have sex simply to have sex. People kill people over sex, people betray others over sex, it's ugly. I feel that I deserve better than just some roll in the hay just for the sake of being sexually active, big damn deal!”

  I looked into Xavier's soft grey eyes. “Before you, I had not had sex in almost a year because I wanted to share that wonderful, joyous experience with someone I cared for, someone I loved.” I said as I caressed the side of his strong jaw line. He lowered his head and kissed my palm. It was such a simple but romantic gesture, it made me blush.

  “I have to be honest with you, every since I met you, I have only slept with one person...Darian. Does this upset you?” he asked as he looked at me, studying my expressions.

  “In all honesty, I suspected as much. You and Darian were lovers long before I came around and I know that you both want me to be a part of your relationship. But I just don't know how I feel about that. It is going to take some time for me to truly be comfortable with the idea of the three of us together. You do understand, don't you, Xavier?” I asked him, looking into his eyes.

  “Of course I do. I can be patient for an eternity if you need me to be,” he said.

  He leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, his warm tongue darting in to caress my tongue. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. His strong arms wrapped around my back, messaging my muscles, making me feel protected...safe and above all...aroused!

  “You whooo.” John said, gaining our attention, both Xavier and I looked up at him. “Hello, I'm another person in the world, and I'll be damned if I'll be the only one in this cabin not getting any.” John stood by the door, his arms folded across his chest, his foot tapping the floor repeatedly.

  “So step out!” Xavier joked, chuckling even as he said it. John pouted playfully then laughed. He walked over to the bed and flopped down.

  John looked at me. “H
ow did you realize you had this ability to see the future?” he asked.

  “Well, about four months ago, I stopped taking this medication I thought I was taking for migraine headaches. I had been taking this medication for years, every since I was a small child, about four or five years old. Turns out the medication was prescribed to suppress my dreams, thus my visions. My parents were trying to protect me when they put me on the medication, I understand that now. And all was just fine and dandy until Annette convinced me to go drinking with her four months ago.” I chuckled as my memories traced back to that fateful night. That was the night that changed my life forever.

  “Well, I didn't take my medicine that night because I would be drinking. And I got really “scummy” at the bar and felt really sick, so we decided to leave. I bumped into this drunk guy on the way out and he dropped his keys. I pick them up and Annette took them to the bartender who gave the keys right back to the man. I know this because in my drunken stupor, I drifted off to sleep and I saw the inevitable car crash through his eyes before he rear ended the cab Annette and I was in. It was really sad, he was killed and the cab driver as well, Annette and I were hospitalized and that reminds me, I'm still paying for hospital expenses. I did not have any insurance at the time. But something else wonderful happened while I was staying at the hospital.” I teasingly wiggled Xavier's nose between my finger and thumb, he chuckled. “I met Xavier.”

  “That is interesting. Hey, I heard you slapped Darian, is that true!?” John inquired as he leaned over Xavier's shoulder, resting his chin on Xavier's biceps.

  “News travels fast, I see,” Xavier mused. “How did you hear about that?” he glanced over at John.

  “Well, you don't want to know. So did you?” John asked.

  “Yeah, but I wasn't thinking at the time. Trust me, had I been thinking, I would not have slapped him.” I thought back to the moment of impact, the inside of my palm against Darian's cheek. I thought it was curtains for me at that point.

  “Wow, I'm actually surprised to find out that it was true and not just a rumor,” John chuckled.

  Xavier smiled at me. “If you hadn't, he might have chalked you up with every other mortal that's ever crossed his path. You intrigued him, I've never seen anyone ever lift a hand to Darian. And when you slapped him, all I could picture was him destroying you and I feared that. I had no idea that one slap would entice him so.” Xavier said thoughtfully.

  “Me neither!” I chuckled.

  “Man, I bet Darian didn't think you were going to actually slap him. Darian's so powerful, I bet he doesn't fear anything or anyone!” John stated proudly.

  I had to agree. I looked back at John, his face rested heavily on Xavier's arm, he still looked tired. “Do you need to rest, John?” I asked. “You know, after giving birth and all, I'm sure you are exhausted.” I teased, chuckling at my own joke.

  “Okay, call me dense, but I don't get the analogy.” John said as he looked at me, puzzled.

  “You're dense,” Xavier retorted.

  “Well, the way I figure, a vampire can transform someone else into a vampire, so one can easily look at it as giving birth to a new life.” I shrugged, not having much more to say on the matter.

  “Makes sense now,” John said nodding his head.

  We talked about all sorts of things, such as our favorite movies or actors, just about anything to pass the time away.

  John looked at his watch and frowned. “Damn, how long are they going to go at it!?” he asked

  I looked at my watch, the time was 1:53am. Sergio and Elise had been going at it for nearly two hours! Just when we thought they would go on forever, we could hear them reach a second audible climax. After ten minutes, there was a knock on the door.

  “Come in,” John said.

  The door opened and Sergio walked in, his shirt off, he had on the pair of blue jeans he had been wearing earlier. His short black hair was damp and disheveled and a thin layer of sweat gleamed over his body from the light that shone overhead.

  “Feeling any more relaxed?” Xavier asked teasingly.

  Sergio lowered his head and smiled, he looked back up at Xavier. “I want to thank you for earlier.” He gestured towards the living room of the cabin. “I really didn't mean to attack you the way that I did and I apologize for that.” Sergio said as he looked Xavier in the eyes.

  “You don't have to apologize, I knew why you did it. You were frustrated and worried about your Pride member, that is understandable,” Xavier said kindly. “Look we don't have much time to waste, why don't you get cleaned up, then we will prepare you for the infiltration.”

  Sergio nodded his head. Xavier, John and I rose off the bed, just as Elise walked into the room. Her hair was a tangled mess down the front of her robe. But she was positively glowing. I glanced at Sergio and he was looking at Elise as if he could go a few more rounds and I was not going to doubt his physical fortitude. But Xavier was right, our hours were numbered.

  “You two have twenty minutes, no funny business.” I joked as I noted Elise's lusty gaze towards Sergio. Elise looked at me and smiled.

  “Okay, okay, now shoo, so we can get dressed.” Elise said as she ushered us out of the room. We left and she closed the door behind us.

  John turned around and looked at the close door. “Damn, how many rooms are they going to run us out of!?” he chuckled. Xavier shrugged, then walked towards the surveillance equipment to set it all up. With Xavier's instructions, I plugged the listening devices into the proper jacks and tested the microphone on the wires.

  “Where did you learn about all this stuff?” I asked curiously.

  He looked up at me as he checked the frequency on a one-way wire. “Well, remember last night when I told you that I always wanted to be a wise guy?” Xavier asked

  “Yeah, you wanted to roll out with Al Cantone.” I jested, Xavier smiled.

  “Well, Darian knew I had a fantasy about that kind of life. Hell, I think I still do...I'm sure I do, but back to the point. He would let me run some of his businesses for him and even make some deals on his behalf. Sometimes I would hold meetings with crooked politicians and wear all types of wires to tape our conversations and the deals that were made. I think that was Darian's way to satisfy my wise guy fantasy.” Xavier replied, his eyes staring forward, thoughtful. “Yeah, I'm sure of it.” He nodded his head and smiled.

  I heard a door opened, then turned around to see Sergio and Elise exit the bedroom. Sergio was wearing a black sweater and indigo blue colored jeans. Elise had on a different bathrobe that was white and pink with sequined trim and feathered cuffs. What a bold fashion sense! They walked over towards us and looked at the equipment. Sergio picked up one of the bullet shaped wires and examined it.

  “Where in the hell am I going to put this...” his eyes focused on Xavier. “Seriously?” he asked.

  Xavier lowered his head, because he was smiling wickedly and did not want Sergio to see. When he had regained his composure he looked up at Sergio. “Actually you were right on the mark earlier. You remember when you told me to shove it up my ass?” Xavier reminded Sergio, grinning as he said it. A look of disgust flashed across Sergio's face and John laughed outright.

  “Oh man, you should see your face!” John laughed.

  Sergio grimaced. “You've got to be kidding me! Are you sure there is no other way?” he asked.

  “No other way, from the vision Tasha received, it is a good chance that you'll be naked, I don't think they'll look up there, do you?” Xavier asked.

  I could tell Xavier was enjoying Sergio's discomfort. I also noticed this time, that Xavier called me “Tasha”; I liked him calling me that. It was my nickname and the only two people who ever called me “Tasha” were my mother and Annette.

  “I will help you insert it.” Elise whispered seductively into Sergio's ear. He looked at the little wire between his fingers then back at Xavier.

  “You are enjoying this shit, I know,” he stated. “Ahh, fuck! Not a fucking word
of this gets out of this cabin, does everyone understand that!?” he demanded, because it wasn't a question.

  Xavier bit his lip, suppressing a fit of laughter. “Who... would... I tell?” He managed to ask between chuckles.

  I had to go with Xavier on that one, who would I tell? Sergio was your typical heterosexual macho man. This must be killing him. I broke out into a fit of giggles; even John was watching Sergio and smiling.

  Sergio looked up towards the ceiling and exhaled deeply. “I can't believe I'm actually going to do this shit,” he stated to no one in particular.

  He handed Elise the bullet shaped wire. Then facing us, he began to unbutton his pants. He pulled them down and I noticed he was not wearing underwear. Frankly, I have no idea why I continued to look. I think, subconsciously, I wanted to see for myself if his manhood was as big uncovered as it appeared tucked away in his tight fitting jeans. Shame on me...for shame!

  Sergio had to be the most endowed man I've ever seen to date! At least ten inches and I'm not exaggerating! I fought the urge to crack out my measuring tape, I was sure I had one in my bag. I looked down to see Xavier eying him up as well. I popped Xavier on the back of his head and he turned his gaze towards me, smiling sheepishly.

  “Keep your eyes off of him,” I warned playfully.

  “Yeah! Keep your damn eyes off of me!” Sergio stated as he doubled over for Elise to place the wire into his rectum. Which she did with glee, pure glee. I believe she gained some sort of satisfaction out of the predicament that Sergio was in.

  Xavier leaned closer to my ear. “As if you were not looking, and probably mentally measuring,” he whispered.

  Oh-oh busted. I giggled. Elise glanced up, she heard what Xavier said to me and she was smiling. Personally, I have not the slightest idea how she could handle him. Sergio erected himself now and began to buckle up his pants.