Dont abduct me I'm Welsh!

Hide and seek


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Slap.

The sound of Mary’s blow to the American’s face echoed about the porch, along with the harsh edge of their panting breaths only adding to the awkward silence that grew between them. Glazed eyes, like some bovine creature about to be shot Louis rubbed his abused cheek in shock. Mary glared at him.

“I don’t know what came over me.” Louis finally spluttered, genuinely mortified.

“I do.” Mary said for she had felt it too – feelings stirred up like muck at the bottom of a river in flood. Good old fashioned gut spearing lust. The instant that their lips had touched. Mary’s body had reacted, but her heart had not. Louis as attractive as he was – was not Val. Mary found in that instant that she could not live the lie. The young woman looked in to his kind green eyes forlorn, wanting human warmth, vulnerable and honest in his needs - Men could be like that sometimes, like infants needing their mother’s comfort, the softness of a woman’s body given queenly. “I can’t give you what you want.”

Mary took a step back away from him.

He took a step forwards, his eyes soft, sad, lonely, and wounded. “I thought that you might like me a little.”

Great he was the one to accost her, how come she was the one to feel like she was a bitch who had just kicked a puppy. “I do like you. I don’t trust you given the circumstances.” Mary said. “But I do like you – a little. As a friend.” She clarified.

“You are not as cold and indifferent as you pretend to be Mary.” Louis said not giving in quite yet. “Just then I felt it, just then. There is a passion in you that does not know itself yet.”

Mary almost smiled. “Of course I know it.”

“Then why..?”

Mary replied. “It’s complicated.” Those two words a catch all phrase – its meaning, I will never tell, you will never understand me, and I do not want you to. There was something final and cruel about those two words, even contemptuous in a mild patronising way – something cowardly to. He crumpled away from her. Where her slap had not even made him sway, her words seemed to affect him like a physical blow.

Fleeing back up to his rooms she snatched up her clothes, her keys. Mary moved quickly returning to her flat. She wiped her mouth furiously, and striped herself of Louis clothing as if it were her hands upon her. Mary’s body felt restless, animated in its agitation for the first time in weeks.

Dam that man!

Mary was a red blooded woman, and Val had awakened something insatiable in her, something that she had to fight every day to keep in check. Somewhere deep in her she could feel the terrible urge rising, curling up her spine. Thrilling through her until she wanted to scream, rip at her skin, or run to get away from it. For a moment she wanted to run back down those stairs and take what she needed from the American with no concern for his emotions or hers, a goddess taking what was owed. She hated that, hated that he had offered her himself. Mary knew how utterly futile it would be, like giving sugar to a heroine addict. She hated how he apologised, as if feelings were something that could be controlled. Val had never apologised. Mary knew with utter and terrible certainty that Louis – perhaps no man - would never compare to her elven lover, he would always be a pale shadow, and she would always be disappointed even if she could grow to love him over time.

Mary wiped away a few hot tears. She should have felt violated. Instead she felt depressed, and disillusioned. Anger was easier. Just what was it about her that drew first Val and now Louis, that made them mad for her? What right did they have to disturb mien her so much?

Standing naked before the mirror she was drawn to study her own reflection, something she usually avoided doing as though she knew that she was pretty she was inclined to despise her petite blondness feeling that she looked childlike, or like a painted doll. Tonight however Mary saw something wild behind her slipped mask. The girl in her gone, and only the woman was left looking out. She ran her hands down her tapering flanks, back up over her hip bones, up to her hanging breasts still swollen from the temptation of something more intimate, Mary luxuriated in her femininity for a moment. Her blond hair had grown out a little, and now wild curls was like a lions mane, Mary buried both her hands in its soft richness, her body arching up. Here it was the reflection of a nymph, Boadicea, a bare breasted Amazon, a witch, a sacrifice, a priestess. Sexual power, there was something feline about it, devouring, untamed, calculating and ultimately dangerous.

Changing back in to her own clothes, Jeans, knee high boots, a polo neck, threw her shapeless woollen coat about her shoulders she felt safer. Contained. Mary trotted down the steps, Louis was waiting for her as she suspected that he might be. She kept her eyes down as she passed him.

“Mary wait?” He called after her, catching her by the arm outside the flat. She said nothing, just letting her eyes meet his for a moment slightly haughty, distant. “Where are you going?”

“Out. Not that it is any of your business?”

“But it’s not safe!” He looked around the buildings nervously. “What If Agent Boyd is still out there he might come for you again. You will be safer with me, I can protect you. Just wait until…”

Louis was honestly concerned, but right now Mary did not care, sexual frustration making her angry. “I can look after myself.” Mary said, staring at his hand on her arm until he released her reluctantly. Mary got in to her car, and pulled furiously out in to the road, calming gradually, no idea of where she was going.



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“Let me go.” The Rhi’Arran said with dangerous calm.

But Rillian kept his hold.

“You don’t even know if it was Mary. We can only know it’s a small female and a male with the infra red settings.”

“Then why are you pinning me down?”

“Precautionary.” Rilian stated. “Even if it is Mary, then what do you think creating a scene is going to do? You already said that the human’s are looking for us.”

“She was fighting him off. I have to help her. I will kill him. ” He seethed, anger boiling in him like a volcano.

“She looked like she was doing fine to me. They are not fighting now.” Rillian answered in a way that made Valdagerion pause, there was something that he was not saying. Since Valdagerion could not see his face pushed in to the floor was relying on his friend’s descriptions. “Oh, the female has come back down, it looks like she is talking to the male.”

“What is it?”

Rillian hesitated. “Human’s are known for their frailty – they are such short lived creatures of such strong passions. What if she has found another mate?”

Valdagerion had not considered this possibility. It was impossible? It made him go cold. Afraid. The tension went from his body as one defeated. Rillian let him up, but Vladgaerion only rose up to his hands and knees. Alone he felt cruelly unfinished – but did Mary feel the same. It was then that he caught a glimpse of her. Just a glimpse at a distance as a heavily clothed figure hoped in to one of the human’s mechanical vehicles before speeding away. Gold hair, small, female, that was all he could really tell at this distance, but he knew it was her. He had to go to her, he didn’t care if she had a thousand lovers – as selfish as it might be but he needed her with him always. He needed her in his arms.

"I must go to her all the same."

"Very well." Rillian said, reterning to practicalitys. "We can not track her down now." He staired off in the direction the vehicle had gone. "We wait untill dark, track her then. She will have to retern here. We need to get cloaking devices from the ship - human garments to if we intend to move umoungst them unseen."


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Mary got back to her flat feeling wholly disconnected from the human race curled up on the sofa, with a cup of tea, intending to spend another night on her own, nursing her melancholy. She looked at her mobile and sighed. Five missed called from Louis, two voice mails, and a handful of texts. She read through the text’s with lachrymose annoyance.

I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.

JUST LET ME KNOW YOUR SAFE. TB.

Delete.

Jody arrived in a flurry of activity, getting ready to go out again, hairdryer blasting away. Mary’s phone vibrated again. Another message!

I WILL COME OVER IN A BIT TO CHECK YOUR OK.

Will you hell. Mary thought. At this point Jody in her bath robe stepped in to the living room, speaking around her toothbrush. “You coming out tonight Mary?”

It was on the tip of her tongue to say no, but looking at the message on her phone she smiled. “Yeah, yeah actuality I’m all up for going out. I could do with letting my hair down.” She could do with avoiding Louis.

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“Well someone’s popular.” Jody teased, as Mary’s phone rang again over the music and conversation in the bar. “You going to get that?”

Mary flushed, and fumbled through her bag. With an inward groan she saw the ID flash up, Louis. Mary let it ring off, before furiously typing out a text message.

STOP CALLING ME.

She switched her phone off angrily.

It had been some time since she had gone out, and for a little while Mary found herself annoyed at getting bumped in to, and the leering looks she received from men. She supposed it served her right for borrowing one of Jody’s dresses, skin tight black lace that just about covered everything that needed to be covered. Bars had a tendency to not be much fun if one was sober – but Mary conceded to her better sense on that account. Twenty four hours ago someone had tried to assassinate her, and he was still at large, getting drunk would be a really piss poor idea.

Jody dragged her along to another two bars, and Mary managed to pull of socialising while sipping her lime and soda water. The last bar was the busiest, and the music so loud that conversation was almost impossible. “Where next.”

“Oceania.”

Mary was not sure whether she really wanted to go clubbing – the bars were wearying enough and she was sober and bored as her friend were getting tipsy, Mary felt outside it all. But just as Mary was about ready to give in and get a taxi home Jody smiled and waved at someone behind her before winking at Mary. “Oh, it’s our sexy American neighbour.”

Mary glanced over her shoulder. “What’s he doing here!” She said aloud in exasperation.

“He text me to ask where whether we were out, he wanted to meet up.”

Mary hid her face with her hands. “I should have figured he was going to do that.”

Jody raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong something happened between you two?”

Mary frowned. “Quite the opposite. He’s the one who has been texting and calling me all night.”

Jody pursed her lips. “Keen much.”

“Much too keen more like. It’s seriously weird.” Mary sighed, and excused herself to go to the bar, surreptitiously watching Louis approach Jody. Mary had hoped that he would leave her be in the jostling crowd but it was no good. She looked up to see him pushing through to get to her.

“It’s rude to push in.” Mary said when he got to her, indicating to the queuing people he had displaced.

“It’s rude to ignore someone.” He retorted tit for tat. The music was loud, and it was hard to hear him. “You really need to come with me, we have to sort all this out.”

“I don’t have to do anything.” She turned her back on him.

“What do you want from me cher? I apologised.”

“I don’t want anything from you. I never did. I’m going dancing. All want is for you to leave me alone, and let me get on and have some fun.”

“Mary there is a crazy man out there trying to hunt you down, doesn’t that concern you at all?”

Goaded in to recklessness Mary took the two shots that were meant for Jody and another friend and keeping steady eye contact with the American she tossed back both shots before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and ordering another two. “No.”

“Your being ridiculous.”

“Right now.” Mary said scathingly. “I really don’t care.” She took her drinks, and paid the bartender before sashaying off without so much as a backwards glance. It was time to get drunk – dam them all to hell, she was going to have some fun.



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If she was trying to avoid him then in this press of people he would not be able to scent her out. The human gathering was dark, but the colourful flashing lights rendered his keen elvish eyesight as useless as the human’s around him. Still, he knew that HIS female was here. He would just have to hunt her down the old fashioned way. He was going to take no small pleasure in doing this.

His quick silver gaze scanned the crowd that seemed to grow thicker next to a long fixed table, where bottles were displayed along a wall, lit from behind in a colourful display. A few servants rushed about getting the other humans drinks. How inefficient, there were not nearly enough of them to wait on all these people, the elf thought.

The sharp sting of alcohol tickled his sensitive nose. No wonder so many of them seemed intoxicated.

Valdagerion made his way through the press of people, to where the loud music became even louder. Honestly what a din, he thought. The elf wondered what instruments they used, he had never come across anything quite like it; such an artificial sound. As his eyes roamed over the crowd he considered it. In peculiar contrast with the highly technical mechanical instruments, there was something primitive about the heavy repetitive beats. Humans gyrated against each other in this new area, many of then scanty clad. He snorted, and Mary had been worried about revealing clothes and what she had labelled lewd behaviour at Elvish Gatherings! What a little hypocrite she was. Slowly and deliberately he scanned the dancers.

Then he spotted her.

Sudenly all the things he had been worried about no longer matterd, wether she had been with another male, wether this was the right thing to do, his exile, his freinds sacrafices. None of it matterd, not now.

Uninterested in the other humans, he had only vaguely noticed the numerous revealing garments that the human females wore, very different from the long elegant garments of the elvish female. But he was very interested in Mary’s black dress.

It was short – very short, revealing nearly the whole length of her legs. Skin tight it left not much to the imagination. It was cut low enough to reveal the swell of her creamy breast. Black lace that revelled glimpses of her pale skin, especially her back. It was simple, elegant, sexy. And she wore no adornments. Upon her feet were odd strappy shoes, with spindly heals, that made her stand on tip toes. But the effect they had was interesting, making her legs longer, and her hips sway with every subtle movement. She was even more attractive then even he had remembered.

He had always suspected that she would be a good dancer.

Short curling golden hair, that took up all the colours of the lights, pink- green – blue – and even the strange patterns highlighted themselves over that pale hair, and her tawny skin. The light seemed to caress her as she moved, shadows moving like hands over the swells of her breasts, and down her long legs. In its glow she almost looked elvish. Black kole lined her eyes, he knew that when she opend them it would make them a stormy blue in contrast. Her thick lashes, even longer and darker then he remembered lay on her cheeks, her eyes closed as she swayed to the music as if in a trance - a pristess. A creature to be worshiped. And oh how he ment to worship her.



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Mary was determined to have a good time despite herself. A few drinks later she was beginning to achieve this aim. She had even managed to be coerced on to the dance floor by Jody, who had her eyes on the tight ass of an attractive man in a pale blue t shirt. She felt strange, spun out, the drink making her giddy.

Then she felt it, eyes on her body. She had got used to being watched. But this was all over her, making her feel hot, and such a distinct feeling that she looked up and scanned the crowd. In the shadows of the arch way leading from the bar, she saw a flash of silver eyes. Her heart began to race. A form detached itself from the unbras, standing a head taller then anyone else in the club. For a moment she wondered if she had been wrong, it was just a tall Scandinavian looking man, hansom but human.

Another look and her heart was now pounding in her chest as if it was trying to escape on wings. It was Val. Long platinum hair flowed down his back in contrast to the dark blue shirt he wore, tight jenes on his legs. Mary blinked, was anyone else seeing the same thing she was. Those pointed ears, those slashing silver eyes with cat like pupils, the shear height of him. But though other women were giving him admiring glances, no one was paying the elf particular mind.

She was riveted by the slow flash of sharp white teeth as he stalked towards her, a flash of his colar bones when he moved.

He seemed to glide through the crowded dance floor, appearing before her in what seemed like an eternity of a moment. She knew that she was gaping up at him, her mouth wide open in astonishment.

“Maaarrrhhhyy.” He rumbled, in that peculiar sensual accent, one of his hands sliding about her back. And then before she could even think his lips were on hers, devouring her. Like lightning scorching her. So familiar. So right. Possessive.

They forgot the crowds of dancers among them. And when Val raised his lips from hers she stared up in to his eyes – like diamonds catching the light and reflecting them back at her.

“You, you found me?!”

“Was there any doubt?”

Mary smiled up at him, happy truly happy for the first time since she had come back to earth. She studied his imposibly hansom face. "No, strangely. I think i always knew."






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A/N: Any coments are appricated/ good or bad.

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MnM's - glad your still enjoying the story. There's a nice long lemon in the next chapter - as you can imagine Val is ravenous!