Text key: Written by Sue Written by Deimos. The demon Potato King
An Island of Civilisation.
Ms Haven makes her way up the staircase, the gun resting against her shoulder. The lack of security and guards praying on her mind. May be the others distractions worked really well. Still she can't imagine they would have left Intruder totally alone.
She nudges open the door. A dim light illuminates the room beyond. A dining room, the table set with candles and places for two. Beyond the night of Mort city.
A figure stands with his back to the door staring out at the strangely inverted view, dull blank sky, the star brought to earth in neon and window light.She stalks in, lowering the weapon to point at his undefended spine.
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to get here." He offers lightly. "And after all the trouble I went to."
She moves into the room. Glancing round cautiously.
"Don't worry we are alone. It is so rarely I get a chance to entertain I didn't want those philistines spoiling it so I gave them the night off."
He turns to face her, his eyes almost glowing in the darkness. He smiles welcomingly.
"Really my dear, the gun is unnecessary."
"I don't understand." She admits.
He sighs. "It is simple.You were sent her to distract me. Now we can either go at it like two barbarians and cause as much damage as..."
He pauses, behind him Karma shudders slightly and sinks at a disturbed angle. He shrugs, obviously feeling the decimation out side has made his point.
"Or we can be civilised." He gestures to the table and the meal. "Either way it will be a distraction. Just one way we both get to enjoy it."She stares at him thought fully. Then she smiles and places the weapon beside the elegant chair.
He smiles. "Good. The wine should just be at the perfect temperature. I hope you like Cabernet D' Anjou. It has always been one of my favorites.""Well I hope it's a 94" she toys. Looking the tall man up and down as he poured the deep red liquid into the tall slender crystal glass, still not sure what to make of him. After all she had come expecting a fight. The scenario was becoming more and more bewildering. She sat at the request of the black clad figure as he held out her chair for her.
"Thank you. Its so rare these days to find anyone who still cares about formality." Her voice not showing a hint of the nervousness she felt inside.
As to test Intruder 's mood Haven offered "So you were expecting company and I just happened to drop in" .
The black clad figure strode down the elegantly laid out table and pulled out his chair before answering. "No my dear Haven, I was expecting at some point you would be wanting to pay one of us a visit so I had this set out just in case." His hand swung out in an arc across the long table gesturing the layout. She looked and indeed there were only two places set out. Knowing that Intruder was at least 900 yrs old she still taken aback with this show of his power. Intruder smiled as she visibly tightened. As if reading her thoughts his next comment relieved her.
"No its not some mind trick, we just keep good tabs on things that go on round here" He points outside to the rainy city and then turns his attention back to his attractive guest, curling the corner of his lip into a wry smile.
"Though if I had wanted to I could have read it in your thoughts, but I find it so tiring nowadays. Which brings us onto the subject of why you have come Emily."
Haven 's skin flushes when the tall man spoke her true name. Thoughts rushed to the surface of her mind, all baying for attention. How did he know? What else does he know? Why hasn 't he tried to do anything about me before? What of Rich and Unity does he know of their mission? what is going on? what I have got into?
Seeing her composure gone Intruder picks up a hand gong and chimes it three times.
"Shall we eat? He asks.
The next few moments are spent in silence as they try to weigh the others thoughts up. A smartly dressed ebon enters the room with a trolley full of food. The scent preceding it.
Once the waiter had finished serving and left Haven summoned up the courage to state her purpose, choosing the moment carefully just as Intruder was taking his first bite.
"As you know Slayer and Teeth are producing this army of Necanthropes to fight against the Walker." It is Intruder 's turn to be shocked by words. He looks up his eyes widen with interest.
"Go on".
"Well I am surprised that you didn 't know that I knew that, did I really block those thoughts that well?" Her confidence growing by the second. "It seems that maybe the man god hasn't been keeping you quite as well informed as you would like to think. You see the end is near my dear Intruder, your man god isn 't quite the god he thinks he is. My friends that are right at this moment laying waste to the very foundations of society, but for what purpose" Her words starting to take on a more hypnotic chant as she talks. "Slayer has been keeping things from his most trusted people, even you didn 't know that his army of Necanthropes are really daemons for a higher purpose."
Intruder listening intently, seems transfixed by what this slender blonde haired woman is saying to him. Seeing this Haven knows she has one of the most powerful men in Mort 's history firmly in her grasp.
"Put down those things and come to me, my dear sweet Intruder. Come and kneel and tell me more about you and the things that make up your soul." Her voice now sultry she purrs.
"What are you?"
Entranced, Intruder almost floats over to the other end of the table where Emily has pushed her chair back away from the table. He sits down, resting his head in her lap his eyes showing serenity. The rest of his body just composes enough posture for him to keep his head in her lap, otherwise his body goes limp as a man at complete rest.
She stares deeply into his eyes "Tell me about your deepest secret, my dark hero."
Her hand brushes his hair from his face to reveal the baby soft skin underneath. "I.. I.. can't"
Emily 's gaze intensifies. "Why ever not my saviour?"
She moves her hand under his chin and gently lifts his head toward hers. The tall man now putty in her hands lifts up to his knees as if he has no weight. She moves her position so that her eyes are level with Intruders. Her body slides easily on the chair as her purple silk gown flows around her, their faces mere inches away form each other. She whispers to him.
" I never realised how beautiful you were till this moment."
"I can 't tell you what you want, it is more for your own safety than mine." He replies.
Her hand still holding his chin she purrs. "Hmm, now how would you know if I knew the real truth or just your watered down version of it. The friends that are laying waste all round us told me things that I think even you don 't know about." She turns his head and moves hers closer still, till she is only millimetres away from his ear.
"Slayer is just a puppet. Put here by who you know as The Preceptor and who I now know to be a Dæmon from beyond this reality. Hold your confusion all will be answered. In time."
As if with some last effort of will Intruder strains to turn his head to meet her gaze.
"You are making this up." He just manages to force the words out as hers lips touch his, stopping any further words from escaping.