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Summary: It was Friday afternoon and she was leaning against the same wall she always leant against. Drabble-fic. COMPLETE

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Anita Blake > Buffy-Centered(Past Moderator)FaithUnbreakableFR155436,613106903540,4122 Feb 0830 Mar 08Yes
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Pleasure and Pain

A/N: Let's face it, I'm cheap: You give me reviews, I give you another chapter today? I'm feeling like throwing out the goodies, now that there's an end in sight. Thanks to those who braved the rhyming day for me.


Pleasure and Pain


The phone rang four times before Ajo answered it. Narcissus breathed a sigh of relief. He had heard some interesting things about his nephew’s little human friend stirring up trouble at the Circus. He was generally on good terms with Jean-Claude but he didn’t like people coming out of the margins and getting cosy with the Master.

Not after Chimera. Not after his forces had been cut in half less than a year ago.

So he decided to swallow his pride and call his nephew. He knew he didn’t have a good standing with the man since he’d refused to make him pack, but he was still alpha. The boy couldn’t fight a direct command to share information. And so, without preamble, he ordered, “Tell me about that girl of yours, Elisabeth.”

There wasn’t the slightest hint of hesitation in his voice as Ajo said, “No.”

“I am your alpha. You will obey me.”

The man on the other end of the line snorted.

“You are nothing to me, uncle.” There was acid in the title.

“I am…”

Narcissus growled as he was interrupted, “You are nothing to me. You didn’t want me when I came to you. Now I don’t want, or need you.”

He had known the kid would be trouble the moment he had entered the city. Blood relation or not, the kid was alpha enough in his early twenties to pose a threat. Narcissus had one sure fire way of dealing with threats. He bound them to himself with pleasure and pain. Ajo had no interest in any pleasure his uncle could give and was strong enough to resist the pain.

So Narcissus had cast him out, made him packless. But instead of going home with his tail between his legs, Ajo had stayed. And now, it seemed, he was getting his revenge. This was not good.


Again he was cut off. If the pup had been within reach, he’d have tried to strangle him. Cheek was one thing, blatant disrespect was another altogether.

“Again, no. If you want to talk to B…Elisabeth, I will tell her. But I won’t sell out my alpha. I’m loyal to those who are loyal to me, uncle.”

With that, the line went dead and the leader of the hyenas went pale. Alpha? The girl stirring up the whole city, including Lupa, Ulfric, Master and Second in Command, was alpha?

This was getting better and better. He’d thought her an upstart human with big ideas, using his nephew to gain favour with the supernatural community. But for Ajo to call her alpha, Ajo, who had refused to submit to him in any way, who was powerful enough to one day be his - Narcissus - equal, if not his better, for him to call her alpha, she had to be something else entirely.

It was moments like these that he regretted not having closer ties to the Master of the City. But Jean-Claude didn’t like to be reminded of the fact that he, too, had once been on the receiving end of Narcissus’ pleasure and pain. And Ajo lived in a part of town that was entirely out of his uncle’s realm, where most loners dwelt.

Yet another uncomfortable thought crossed his mind. What if this girl, this Elisabeth was gathering the loners? There weren’t too many within the city limits, but enough to be alarming. If someone managed to unite them….

Running a hand over his face, unmindful of his make-up, Narcissus leaned back in his chair. This was worrying.

He picked up the phone again, dialling the number of Rafael, the King of Rats.


Bamboo roots are hell on the shoulders.
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