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Blood Bound (ScarlettRose & Hatchet)

Amelia strolled out of her town car just on time. “Oh you’re early? I’m impressed. I, personally like to be fashionably late but for you darling, I made an effort.” She teased.

Slipping her fingers through his she tugged him forward. “Come along, we can’t keep your employees waiting.” She winked back at him.

Shortly they entered an old warehouse building on the outskirts of town. It wasn’t the kind of place she liked to be but clearly he was quite at home which made her feel better.

“This,” She gestured around her. “Is all yours.” The ‘employees’ looking up at their new boss as the manager she put in charge approached them. Instead of approaching her, the man reached out to Ronan, knowing from his briefing that this was to be the man in charge. Amelia was happy to let someone else take charge for once and she had no doubt Ronan could handle this side of business.
 
Ronan looked around the warehouse, a brow raised and nodded, seeming to be fine with how everything looked. He could very much work here to distribute and for once it was actually his rather than his boss or others above him. Slowly, his eyes moved to the manager as he approached him, Ronan's hands in his pockets before he reached out and shook the man's hand with a firm grasp, Ronan was incredibly skilled when it came to illegal sales.

"So then all we need to do," He said dropping the man's hand and turned to Amelia. "Is wait for the calls, and after the few I collected, more will come. So am I just selling salt or is there more to this down the road?" Ronan was genuinely curious of other substances he never heard of, still finding it hard to believe he never heard of this major substance now.

The waiting part was still irritating for him, he never liked to wait while his clients got their act together however he also never dealt with high end clientele like this before unless they simply were going to send some grunt to pick it up, then he was more comfortable.
 
Amelia watched Ronan closely. It was strange to see him so put together and in command. It suited him.

She pulled him aside when he asked more questions. “Shall we take it slowly?” She said in a low voice. “One drug at a time hmm?”

It wasn’t her kind of business this illegal stuff but after she was done with Ronan, it would be her parting gift to him. She had no interest in this whatsoever. It was simply a means to an end. Her business dealings were far more legitimate and National.

“Didn’t you want to try the product?” She asked him sweetly. An innocent look playing on her features.
 
Blinking at her demeanor change, he was starting to feel light headed with her personality as he huffed at her, raising a brow. "What, getting your hands dirty making you uncomfortable?" He taunted lightly before nodding, not really understanding her circumstances but if she was employing him she must be incredibly desperate.

"Alright. I guess I'll figure it out when it comes around." He said and looked around at the stock he was given and was reminded about trying some of this drug but her look made him wonder.

"...Sure...So how do you take it again? You snuff it right?"
 
She gave him a haughty look when he taunted her. Knowing the smile would be wiped off his shortly.

“You can sniff it, smoke it, inject it.” She replied folding her arms across her chest.

Amelia herself had no interest in the drug. There had been a time she had indulged in Salt but then she had also been a viscous killer. Feeding, murdering on her whim.

“Go on.” She urged him on. “Then I’ll be leaving, you can get on with your work here and I’ll check on you in a day or two.” She explained giving him no further explanation.
 
"Mh..." He grumbled, one of the employees hanging him some to snuff to which he did, just a small ammount before he started coughing and sneezing, the expression on his face of utter disgust.

"You bitch, you knew what this was going to be like." He growled at her, throwing the rest of it on the ground and glared at his new employees, "the hell are you smiling at?"

He couldn't get the taste or smell of garlic out of his system for the rest of the day, incredibly put off by this entire mess and not understanding why anyone would ever pay money for that stuff. "Ugh its like sniffing some weird ass expired garlic powder..." He mumbled sitting back in his flat before his phone buzzed, the first caller from the night of the event as he smiled, answering the phone with a sick grin on his face.

"This is Lynch."
 
For some reason Amelia had not pulled up Ronan in the warehouse for calling her a bitch. Maybe, it was because she enjoyed that whole scene far too much. She hoped she'd taught him a lesson. Though that was the first and last time he'd get away talking to her like that in public.

For the next two nights she was out of the city on business. There were after all other things that required her attention. Plus Jessica was there if Ronan needed anything. She severally disliked this need for a middle man but it was necessary to keep her hands clean.

Political tactic's were a woman's art, a especially a woman from her era. Maneuvering people in just the right way. Never too far but just far enough to have cause and effect. After all that was how she became Clan Leader. The lack of opportunity did not stop her. Opportunity was something that was to be created not something one waited for.

So when she strolled back to Ronan's apartment on the third night she expected results. "Tell me you have some good news darling." She questioned, leaning over him from behind, her finely manicured fingers running down his chest from her position over his shoulder, cheek pressed against his. Being a vampire, the idea of personal space was nonexistent to her.
 
Sighing at her closeness once again he just started to deal with it at this point though he was still incredibly uncomfortable. "I got a couple of phone calls the other day. One was from the first guy that talked to Jessica and I, the other was one that caught me by one of the sculptures...Uh...Marris I think was her name. They gave me information for their orders." He said holding her a piece of paper he wrote down with the order specifications and where to deliver it.

Now, Ronan was at a cold stop, he didn't know if she really wanted him to fill the order or not, or if she had something in store after they completed the order run. Still he wasn't sure why she employed him in the first place but he was in no place to ask any questions, he needed to get paid and paid fast.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked wanting to get this first test over with so he could fall into line and a pattern once more.
 
“Well I want you to fill it of course.” She said to him incredulously over his shoulder, still slumped across his back as she looked down at the details.

“Look I know this makes very little sense to you but trust me if I told you the details it’d make even less sense.” She sighed. “You know once I’m done it all yours and then you can do what you like with it all. Of course I hope you’ll help an old friend out from time to time. I promise you won’t have to play this part long.”
 
"I just want to get paid." He huffed lowly at her, really itching for money at this point. He was sick of being broke and food was starting to dwindle. "If you have money I'll do whatever, that's all I care about." He muttered as he got up stretching.

"I guess I'm gonna go down and fill them. Finish the orders and be on my way. Is that all you need me to do or is there a catch?" He asked as he grabbed his leather jacket and tugged it on, looking over his shoulder at her. "Cause it's gonna take me about twenty minutes to fill it and meet them and after that I'm going out." He said wanting to make sure he finished the job completely before he went out and had some fun all on his own.
 
Out? She raised a brow but said nothing. He was ungrateful and she did not take kindly to that. However, she had far more to worry about.

Ronan was an amusing distraction but she didn’t do the chase. He was a big boy and he could do what he liked. She must just be thirsty she realised. Lately she hasn’t been taking care of her most promenant need.

Not drinking blood led to tiredness and fatigue and then dehydration and could lead to death after madness.

Opening her hand bag she pulled out her check book and wrote out a check with his name. She left the amount blank. Sliding it across the table.

“Enjoy.” She said coldly brushing past him. She was quite tired of trying to make things comfortable for him.
 
He grinned crookedly at the check, surprised she left the amount blank as he usually would exploit that as much as possible. Pausing as she brushed passed him he noticed something very unpleasant as he paused watching her leave. Raising a brow he knew the cause of her tiredness was most likely him but he chalked it up to them being completely different.

Frowning, he didn't do anything with the check as he left to fill the orders, delivering them to his client's grunts as he liked to put it and taking the cash from there. Everything was done smoothly, cleanly, and without any problem whatsoever as he always worked efficiently, keeping his records tidy if she ever needed to look over them.

--

At one point during the next week he did make a withdrawl from her account, the amount hefty but less than anyone might have thought due to his greedy ways. No doubt he would be living quite comfortably at the amount he took but he left more than he wanted if he was to be honest.

The dealings continued throughout the weeks, filling them and delivering them, making shipments and receiving product until he received a phone call from Nile. The man made Ronan's stomach twist and his skin crawl but he of coarse barred his teeth and agreed to the incredibly large amount he ordered as he walked to the wearhouse one night, his hands in his pockets and hood pulled up.
 
The week had passed by and Amelia had only grew more tired. The years were wearing on her and all the stress too. She had left Ronan to it. It was better not to interfere. Better to keep busy and not raise suspicions.

Yet she needed an update and being old fashioned preferred to hear it from the horses mouth.

Amelia had dropped by Ronan’s apartment but he wasn’t there so she assumed he maybe out at the warehouse if he wasn’t out enjoying himself on her dime.

It was dark and late and she wasn’t pleased with having to come to this part of town. She was so out of place and weary due to her lack of self care.

Something flashed before her eyes. A chill running down her ridged spine. Somebody was here . . .
 
"Now why would you be here?" It was William, one of Nile's escorts and errand boys the other vampire would like to call it, on his way down to pick up Nile's order from Ronan. "I thought you scoffed at the idea of salt, yes?" He purred softly making his way to her, he was a dangerous sort though not as skilled as Amelia, he could probably leave some good marks if push came to shove, but his best skill was...Tattling to Nile.

"Not to mention...So...Alone..." He purred softly his fangs lengthening as he advanced towards her until there was almost nothing between them, "I'll do my lord a favor by killing you now you pompous cunt!" He snarled as he moved to grab her.

Out from the shadows, his icy eyes seen first before a metal bat came into contact with William's head, bending the metal as Ronan dropped it to the ground as William fell over, his head bleeding but the beast was not detoured. Hissing at him, he lunged for the human, not caring if the order was completed or not, this was far more important than drugs.

Putting his fist up, he swung as he cracked the vampire's jaw, sending William spinning in a daze before the thug grabbed the back of his head and smacked it into a nearby lamp-post.

As William turned, his eyes blood red and fangs lengthened, Ronan paled his eyes widening. "What the fu-" Until William's fangs came into contact with Ronan's neck, as the man yanked him off, the fangs leaving a long twin trail down his neck and collarbone as Ronan kicked him off and to the ground, putting a foot on his neck ready to snap it. Glancing at Amelia, he knew he wasn't to kill unless ordered, but Ronan didn't have the endurance to keep up with this while William laid there in a daze.
 
Caught completely off guard Amelia had her hackles up. William was as despicable as his master, if he wasn't so pathetic. Yet, he did pose a danger to her in her lethargic state. Amelia just managed to dodge the beast but someone had come to her rescue.

She had no time to amaze at the human bravery. Though he had no clue what he was dealing with. Nonetheless she was grateful but utterly pissed off my the whole situation. The whole thing escalated rapidly. The human was stronger than she had ever given him credit for.

Amelia growled, her fangs descending as William's dug into Ronan's neck. He was her property, no one was allowed to take a bite out of him without her permission. Of course, William did not know that but that hardly spared him from the consequences. Her iris' blood red, Ronan had William on the ground, his boot on the Vampires neck.

"This one's mine darling." She said, in the blink of an eye William was in her arms. His back to her chest. The smell of blood intoxicating. So hungry. Amelia tore into the other Vampire's neck. His screams filling the dead night. With every gulp she grew stronger. The red liquid hitting the back of her throat, warm and live giving.

William struggled frantically but with each passing moment he grew weaker. Drinking from another Vampire was frowned upon but beggars couldn't be choosers. The whole front of her dress was stained red as well as her mouth and hands. Then with an angry growl, she tore the vile Vampires head straight from him neck not even giving him the curtsy of death before she did it.

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she staggered slightly on a blood high. "Hmm . . ." She smiled. "Call that bastard and tell him his man never arrived for the pick up. Then, cut this fucker into tiny pieces and send him back to dear old Nile. A present. But make sure it can't be traced back to us. There's a good boy." She patted the side of his face with a bloodied palm.
 
Ronan stared at the monstrosity before him, staggering back when she told him he would not make the kill, he leaned against a building as blood flowed down his chest, the bite wound deep. Staring at the two, he wasn't sure if he was tripping on some sort of drug he didn't recall taking, it was the insomnia, or something but he knew for a fact this was unworldly.

His eyes followed her every move as she dropped William's two body parts to the ground and made her way to him, his eyes still widened from not being sure what was going on as she spoke to him an order. Nodding through the blood loss, he slowly staggered to his feet and pulled out his cell phone, getting his bearings as it rang and another one of Nile's grunts answered it.

"...Your guy didn't show up. I've been sitting here for hours now and its starting to rain.....Yeah.....That's what I said. Tell your boss that he's got to fill another order....No. Well tough shit, your guy didn't show up." With that, Ronan hung up the phone with a click, not wanting to faint in the middle of the phone call as he reached out and grabbed what was left of William and dragged him to the wearhouse to start his...Operation.

Still bleeding from the neck he never once said no, or asked to do it later. He was a loyal man at most, though the whole....Blood sucking thing was still in the back of his mind.

--

When he got back to his place of work, he tended to himself so he wouldn't die of the blood loss before preforming the task Amelia had ordered, luckily knowing someone that would pass through post office tracking as it was scent to Nile without any indication of who it was from.

Limping home he unlocked the door, still dizzy and staggered to the bed where he collapsed, his neck a bit crudely patched up.
 
The blood stupor was strong tonight after clambering into the back of her car and the driver drove on. It was like she was on some sort of trip. Amelia loved being a Vampire. She loved blood. She loved this feeling of being taken away on the tide. There was nothing like it. But she really had to stop starving herself. This is what happened when she went without for a while.

It was sometime before the town car stopped before her building and she was coming off her high. She realised then that she had forgotten about Ronan. William hard torn into him quite deep. Directing her driver to his apartment she stumbled in. He was nowhere she could see so she staggered to his bedroom. Collapsed on the covers with a terribly bandaged neck.

The silvery scent of blood filled her nostrils. Slowly removing the bandaged she stared at his bloody neck. This blood . . . It smelt different. There was something about it . . . It must be all the drugs he took Amelia supposed. The wound was deep and the bandage would not suffice. However, there was something she could do . . .

"Poor Thing."

Pulling his shoulder down gently, Amelia's tongue ran over the wound. Saliva of a vampire could heal a bite wound in 24 hours. It was an evolutionary tactic however, most Vampires liked to leave their marks on their victims.
 
Ronan did not stir as she infiltrated his apartment in the dead of night. He laid there, his breathing staggered and his pulse incredibly faint as she licked over the long wound.

William not only bit him but also slid the mark down quite a bit away from his neck leaving two long gashes. His face had that innocent tone on it once more only shifting slightly at her touch.

—

In the morning he awoke with a headache recalling last nights memories and checked his phone. Nothing from Nile, not yet. Glancing arOund the room he was still dizzy as he used the wall to help him get ready for the day. Showered and cleaned he just stayed at his apartment until Amelia needed him, deep in thought.
 
Explaining. She didn't enjoy doing that. Hell! She never needed to ever before. If something became inconvenient for her, it was time to get rid of it. She couldn't do that with Ronan. She didn't want to do that with Ronan. He had been uncharacteristically obedient. On the other hand there was his odd tasting blood. In all her centuries she had never tasted anything quite like it.

Thanks to her feeding frenzy last night Amelia was quite rejuvenated. She had every intention to go and check on Ronan. Make sure he was okay after last night catastrophe. What was shocking most was the daring of Nile's servant. That peasant dared challenge her. The infuriating fact was that if Ronan had not been there he might have one because of her lethargic state. And it was all Nile's fault.

He was an arrogant piece of work and would not be easy to remove but Amelia had every intention of choreographing Nile's downfall. It was a matter of survival. Flight or fight. Amelia would always fight. Nile threatened her position. She would not have that. Sure, his need for vengeance was righteous. But to Amelia it was all business, just as was her part in his parents demise.

Strolling into Ronan's apartment in the early evening she was greeted by the sight of him. "Oh you're up! How lovely." Taking off her leather gloves and dark sun glasses, she moved towards him, gently turning his neck to see the progress of the healing. "Not bad. Almost as good as new." Her icy gaze fixed on his impassive face now. "How are you feeling? You had quite the night? But then you like to live excitingly don't you?"
 
Not even looking her way when she opened his door, he rolled his eyes at the lack of privacy he was given. Even in his old jobs no one just simply walked in uninvited as he continued cooking what would be an early lunch.

As if seeing it coming he moved his head away to allow her to see his neck at a better angle as he cooked what looked to be a Mexican lasagna the oven preheating as he cooked the meat and other fillings.

“Cut the crap. I know why you’re here.” He mumbled tiredly wanting an explanation but wanting it quickly so he could go back to sleep. “What the fuck was all that last night? You part cat or something?” Truth be told he had an idea but at this point he wasn’t completely confident.
 
"Ouch. You're so grouchy when you're tired." She said taking her hand back as she stood next to him and watched him cook. "But very domesticated. It's cute. Do you ever smile? Or is that against some rules of the street."

Amelia looked at his face as he cooked. Subtle wasn't something she did. She was as open about questions as he was. Straight to the point. Of course, she wasn't straightforward when it came to answers. Plus, how much did one tell a human? How much was too much? Plus, for a street thug Ronan's sensibilities were quite touchy. She could easily see him as a hero in a Jane Austen novel.

"What do you think that was?" She replied calmly, like she was talking to a small child. "Aren't you afraid of me?" She questioned very curiously as she ran the back of a finger over his pale cheek.
 
He continued to work the pan on high heat, flipping its contents with one hand as he stirred a melted sauce with the other not pulling away due to being occupied but his brow twitched as she called him domesticated and cute.

“I live by myself. Fast food is expensive and frozen food is disgusting.” He said simply not liking the fact she played around the subject.

“I don’t know. It reminded me like a vampire in those movies. It’d be stupid to not be at least a little intimidated but I’d like to think you would have killed me by now if you wanted.”

Ronan was a lot more thoughtful and knowing than she gave him credit for but he was quite the silent type.
 
"And do you believe in things like Vampires and ghouls and such?" She asked him further. Prodding the beast. "I mean I could always kill you later. Does that not cross your mind?"

Of course she had no intention of harming him in anyway but she was curious to know. This was as novel an experience as it was for him. She wasn't in the habit of telling every human that crossed her path her secret.

"Aren't you afraid I might," She playfully made a biting motion with her teeth, no fangs of course. "bite you if I were a vampire?"

It occurred to her in that very moment that she actually liked Ronan Lynch. As a whole person, not just as a means to an end. There was something poetically beautiful about how broken he was and yet how very whole. And so very reserved, she wanted to know the real person under that hard exterior. There was every possibility she may not like the real Ronan Lynch but the mystery was tantalizing and a real mystery after over two decades was hard to come by.
 
"Not really, but I do go to church so I guess anything's possible." He said shrugging, an odd little detail. Not that he really sought out salvation or anything, it was just something his grandparents raised him in and he thought it would at least let them not turn so harshly in their graves if he continued that tradition. Rolling his eyes as she told him she could simply kill him later, it seemed she didn't think much of him in the intelligence department.

"I'd like to think that you wouldn't be wasting your resources on me if I was so expandable but I've got nothing to loose or live for. If you do that, whatever." He said with a shrug, plating everything as he put it in the oven.

When he turned, he growled lowly when she made the biting motion, that he didn't like. "I dunno, probably? That doesn't mean I won't react violently because trust me I will." He huffed moving past her to the fridge to grab toppings for his lunch.
 
Church caught her by surprise. All of Ronan was like a Pandora’s box. No matter how much she knew about it something always popped out and surprised her. There had been a time in her life, the very beginning when church had been important in hers. But the older she got the less she believed in something almighty called God.

“How very astute of you to notice Mr Lynch.” She replied amused. “What will it take for you to let down your guard.” She wondered aloud until he growled at her.

“Oh? A REAL emotional response?” She watched him closely a smiled on her pretty lips. “Violence. . . But that’s my favourite. I like it when they struggle and fight back.” Amelia teased. “Though I suppose I should thank you for last night. Why did you save me? Clearly it was no skin off your nose. You have the business, you got my money so . . . Why?”
 
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