| Subject: Dragon's Lair..........Chapter 24 |
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Lissette
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Date Posted: 22:58:28 07/05/01 Thu
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Lissette
's message, "Dragon's Lair..........Moving up........" on 22:55:49 07/05/01 Thu
Hi, i know, sorry for taking a day and a half more to post, but you know what being a newlywed is like right?
I hope you like this chapter, more will come by sunday night, hopefully.
Hugs.
Lissette
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Dragon's Lair
Chapter 24
© Copyright July 5, 2001
All disclaimers apply, no copyright infringement is intended and all Non LFN characters belong to me.
As always, Comments will be gladly accepted; flames, however, will be dealt with accordingly.
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Nikita stood at the doorway, watching Adam sleep, her hands gently rubbing her aching back slowly.
“Not yet love, rest and relax, you cannot come now.” She whispered softly as another pain shot through her. She doubled over and clamped her teeth tight trying to keep the groan inside her throat.
“Sugar?” Walter said as he turned the corner and watched Nikita bend protectively over her swollen belly.
Nikita jerked her head up and glared at Walter.
“What are you doing here? Besides me and Adam’s sitter, Birkoff, and Michael are the only ones who have the access code.” She stated.
Walter grinned at her softly. “Well Sugar, I was worried about you and decided to invite my little buddy to dinner.”
Nikita straightened up and sighed.
“What did you feed him? Drugs? Hallucinogens? Or did you allow him to take sips off your secret stash of alcohol?” She asked, hands pressed softly against her abdomen.
Walter snorted softly. “You’re too good Sugar, no one can get away with any secrets inside here anymore.” He stated as he gently wrapped his left arm around her waist. “Come and lie down and I’ll tell you ok.”
Nikita smiled faintly and allowed Walter to steer her toward the end of the hallway where four large men stood guard.
Walter jumped back as the largest of them took a menacing step forward. The man stood almost seven feet tall, his arms and legs looked like tree trunks. Walter’s gaze drifted up and met the man’s eyes. They were so pale a gray they looked almost transparent, they were surrounded by long, dark lashes that would make any woman jealous. The man’s nose was extremely straight, showing the perfection of surgery, his mouth was wide and large, thick, full lips that on any other man would look feminine, on this man they looked almost perfect. The man’s skin showed the paleness of section life. His gaze drifted down across the man’s chest, it seemed like two Michael’s would fit inside the wideness of those shoulders and chest. His waist was surrounded by a thick leather belt that showed off a large array of knives and weapons. His hands became sweat soaked as his eyes fell upon his newest invention, the small, black bracelet dangled from his left wrist, it looked like a simple bracelet but the small silver knife that hung twinkling it’s silvery menace at him was real. Walter had created that tiny knife to be worn by Nikita herself just before she had become Operations, it had been his way to keep her safe. He smiled at the memory.
Nikita lifted her right hand and stopped him the guard several inches before them.
“Frank, it’s alright. Walter’s safe.” She stated making the huge man relax and step back to his prior position before the dark door.
Nikita nodded and Frank pressed a button making the door open slowly, Walter helped Nikita into her suite of rooms and slowly dragged her toward the bedroom. hearing the loud click of the main door closing he looked back and almost gasped. Frank slowly approached them as another large, dark man stood before the door, in his hands a identical pair of Glock’s, ready to fire. He saw the kitchen door open and an older woman step out.
“Nikita?” She whispered softly, rushing toward them the woman pushed Walter aside and wrapped her arms around Nikita.
“Didn’t I tell you it was too soon to go gallivanting around? You are almost eight month’s pregnant Nikita and after the last few weeks you should be resting.”
Nikita smiled and gently nodded. “I know Nanna, it’s just so difficult, Michael is gone and Adam is in such a bad mood all the time, Brandy continues to complain that he is throwing temper tantrums and being uncooperative in his school work-“
Nanna pressed her wrinkled finger against Nikita’s pale lips. “And you think that if you spend time with him he will return to being the sweet, studious child he was
before his father disappeared? You’re wrong, Adam will not respond to anything but his father.” She stated as she slowly dragged Nikita toward the bedroom.
Nikita looked back and shrugged as her gaze met Walter’s.
“I’m sorry Walter, Nanna has been ordered by Michael himself to care for me, and she won’t allow anyone else besides Frank to touch me. Why don’t you go and stay with Adam, he’ll like that.”
Walter glared. “Yeah maybe I will.” Turning he lifted his gaze and stared deeply into Frank’s eyes. “Will you contact me if anything happens?”
Frank turned and gazed at Nikita, seeing her nod slowly he returned his attention to Walter and nodded.
“Munitions or Com right?”
Walter nodded slowly. “Yeah or Adam’s room.” Dejectedly he turned and left the room, entering Adam’s room he slowly knelt beside the bed and smiled as Adam turned unto his back flinging his arms wide. His hand shook as he carefully
brushed a dark stand of hair off Adam’s forehead.
“We’ll find your father and bring him back to you Adam, I swear!” He whispered.
Adam turned his face toward Walter’s voice and smiled softly.
Walter stood and slowly left the room, watching as one of the guards immediately took his position before that door also. He raced down the corridors toward his solitary room.
“We’ll find Michael and bring him back, he will recover and whatever Marianne has done to him will be forgotten.” He stated as he closed the door to his room and laid his tired head on the fluffy pillow of his section issued cot.
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Shantal awoke the next morning to the scent of fresh eggs and bacon cooking on an open fire. Stirring she gently lifted Michael’s head from off her belly and slowly
stretched. Her gaze drifted down and smiled as Michael buried his face against the cool pillows. A few curls had tumbled across his cheeks and obscured his face from her view but she did notice the welts were becoming less red. Carefully she slipped out of the mattress of pillows and walked toward the garden where Gadari crouched before an open flame.
“What are you doing?” She asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
Gadari stood. Wiping his hands on his pants he slowly turned and smiled.
“Well it seems our queen felt she needed all her servants with her and left only Patrice and several guards behind, we have no one to cook so we decided that I would cook until a suitable replacement could be found.” He stated with a twinkle in his dark eyes.
Shantal almost chuckled, stepping closer she peeked behind him into the fire where a large cauldron bubbled softly, while on the edge of the fire a small wire frame supported a flat cookie sheet that contained the eggs and bacon that she had smelled as she woke.
“Is there any risk of food poisoning?” She asked jokingly.
Gadari glared darkly at her and returned to his duties as cook. Ignoring Shantal.
“Eat if you want, just don’t complain you’re hungry later.” He grumbled under his breath.
Shantal leaned forward and gently squeezed his shoulder.
“Thank you Gadari, I didn’t mean to make fun of you, it’s just that.......well you’re my guard and I’ve never seen any man cook around here before.”
Gadari nodded, accepting the apology. “The bacon and eggs are almost ready, go wash up and wake sleeping beauty, we need to get some food into him before those muscles disappear.
Shantal smiled and returned to the bedroom where she sat on the bare mattress of her bed and watched Michael sleep. His hands were pressed on either side of his face, fisted softly in sleep, a childish gesture that made Shantal want to weep.
“He’s so weak right now, how are we ever going to get away if he does not recover properly?” She thought as she stood and crossed the room toward her armoire. Opening the door she slowly opened the bottom drawer. Not having anyone who
would see her she pulled the jean shorts and t-shirt out, taking the tiny french cut cotton panties out also. She brushed her fingers through her hair, undoing the braid. pushing the small silk shirt off her body she slowly turned and disappeared into the bathroom.
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Michael’s sense of smell woke him almost instantly as the rich aroma drifted thicker into the room, his eyelids drifted open slowly and his gaze searched the room, not finding anyone close he slowly turned unto his back and stretched swiftly, gasping as his skin stretched and itched painfully. His fingers quickly drifted to his face and he felt the large welts on cheeks and forehead. As his hands
drifted over his arms and down his chest he could feel the soft stinging of bursted blisters all over his skin, but the most painful were in the area below his navel, were a large amount of welts surrounded his flaccid manhood. Frowning he tried to remember what had happened to him, his mind was uncooperative, giving him only flashes of memories. Bright copper hair, pale skin, pain and stinging sweat. Strange dreams and stranger reality. Slowly he slipped his hands under his hips and pushed himself into a sitting position, the change made him slightly dizzy. closing his eyes he slowly breathed deeply until the sensation lessened.
Opening his eyes slowly , he looked around the room. In one corner a pile of dark silk shone under the ray of the sun, the mattress was bare and there were clothes thrown carelessly around the room. His gaze found a slight piece of silk, crumpled beside a large armoire. Slowly he pushed himself to stand, leaning against the wall for balance. As the dizziness passed he turned and sniffed delicately, his highly developed sense of smell told him that food was being cooked in an open fire somewhere near and his starving stomach grumbled loudly as the scent reached it,
making Michael flinch.
“Not now.” He stated as he glared at his flat belly. Looking up he took a tentative step forward and stopped, allowing his sense of balance to steady him. Slowly he
stumbled toward the armoire, as he took one final step the dizziness assailed him savagely making him crash head first into the large painting that stood beside the armoire, but instead of simply falling against a wall he found himself tumbling down and down until his hands met cold stone. Looking up he found himself inside a dark passageway, dirty and filled with spider webs he slowly pushed himself to sit against the wall.
“Where am I?” He asked himself as he looked around.
Shantal had heard the crash and exited the bathroom wrapped in a large golden towel, her hair a wet, tangled mess, dripping cold water across the floor as she quickly reached the armoire, kneeling she saw Michael, his head leaned back
against the dirty wall of a secret passage. Reaching out she gently pressed her fingers against his chest making him jump.
“Michael? What happened?”
Michael blinked several times, his vision clearing slowly Shantal’s image came to vivid life beside him.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to explain what had happened, but found that he did not know himself. Shrugging he grabbed Shantal’s hand and gently squeezed.
“I don’t know.” He barely whispered.
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Next Chapter, hopefully on sunday night.
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