Author's Note: More sex! No. Not really. Maybe...some...oral...uh...'work.' Well, this marks the end of Lisa and Cian's day and opens up to Lucian and Zoe's day together. I know I have to write more, and I will, but writin these 8 chapters have really tired me out and it's my birthday for crying out loud! I'm 21, I'm starting to feel my years. That is...if I was a dog. Then I'd be 147 and THEN I'd be feeling my years. But enough about me, I promise I'll write more in the New Year, but for now, you all have to be content with what you have now.

Aaron was the one who ushered the witnesses out. He spoke quietly to the master, but received a loud command in Gaelic. Cian turned back to Lisa, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her. He couldn�t help himself as he pushed his body between her legs, propping her on his hips and pinning her against the wall. He moved his hands over her body, kneading her breasts in his hands hard enough to make her moan. He buried his head into her neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive flesh. He wanted more of her and tugged at the hem of her sweater. He wanted her naked and writhing and sliding over him in a hot wave. Instead, she put a hand to his chest, stopping him from sinking himself into her.
�You said we would spend the day getting to know each other.�
He didn�t have to look into her eyes to see the uncertainty in her eyes. Of all her power and strength, his little love was a virgin. He rested his head on hers and pulled away, setting her back onto the stool. He moved far enough to see her face and the light of relief in her eyes. He smiled and ran a hand through her hair.
�Forgive me. I couldn�t help myself.�
�We should get out of here.� Lisa suggested. She glanced down at him once more. �And you should get some clothes on.�
�Don�t you like what you see?� Cian teased her. He gave her a little shake of his body that had Lisa shutting her eyes. �I won�t hurt you for your first time. But I swear to you that you will never experience pleasure the same way again when you�re with me.�
Lisa blushed and tried to escape. He grabbed her hand and held her close. �Cian...�
�I want you to touch me.�
�What?�
Cian kissed her palm and guided her hand to his cheek. He let it slide down his neck, over his shoulders, and down his chest. His breath caught in his throat as her hand slid silkily over his hips and lower to where he lay throbbing for the faintest touch from her. He threw his head back when she wrapped her fingers around him, felt her hands slide up to the hilt and move back down, rubbing over the velvet tip. His body shuddered as she explored him, tracing butterfly fingers with one hand, up and down his organ while messaging his testicles in another. He clenched his teeth, feeling every inhibition leave him. He wanted her mouth on him, to feel her lips around him, to have her tongue taste him. But to do that with her, would break trust, wouldn�t it? She trusted him, to a point, but if it went beyond that, how would she ever trust him again?
�Tell me what you want.� Lisa whispered, her voice low with seduction.
Had his ears deceived him? He righted his head and looked at her, and she was staring at his organ, licking her lips. He was sure now, more than ever, that she did want to go that one step further, but not take the only thing she had to her name. She wanted to keep her body intact, her innocence, but wanted to give him something to bring them together. So to speak.
�I want you to take me into your mouth.� Cian breathed.
Even as he watched her, he couldn�t believe his eyes when she got to her knees in front of him. His hands moved to her hair, grabbing fistfuls and urging her to take him. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the tip, still unsure what to do. She looked up at him with her eyes, learning by trial and error on how to breath through her nose, and waiting further instruction.
�Take as much as you can, darling.� Cian said, voice coming out squeezed tight.
She moved her head, felt him brush the back of her throat. She fought not to gag and took several inches of him into her mouth. She heard him groan and pushed further, taking as much as she could before feeling like she would swallow him whole. She waited until he found enough of his voice to speak. She pulled her head back, sucking him like the sweetest candy, until she only had the tip of him in her mouth. She felt his body shudder and pushed her head forward, taking him back into her mouth. She found that he glided easier inside and began to move her head back and forth, bracing her hands on his hips to hold him still. She found a rhythm, somewhat quick, somewhat gentle and, just to test him, let her teeth grazing his swollen flesh.
�Jesus...� Cian moaned. �Don�t stop, darling. Please don�t stop.�
He shut his eyes and placed his hands onto the wall, his hips moving against her head, willing himself not to slam her head against the wall. It took effort to look down at her, to watch her, and when he did manage to open his eyes, the sight itself was too raw, too erotic, even for him. His body jerked and he thrust hard, unexpectedly. He panicked when he felt Lisa fall against the wall. He would have helped her up, but she kept her mouth on him, like some obedient slave, and she slid her hands around his hips, grabbing at his buttocks. He scratched at the wall, feeling his body on the verge of culmination. There was another they both had to make. Would he come into her mouth or pull out, or would she swallow him or spit out his essence?
Cian suddenly put his hands on Lisa�s shoulder and held her still while his seed bombarded her mouth. He couldn�t say anything as he screamed Lisa�s name. All he felt was her mouth drinking him in like a fine wine. He stayed into her mouth, until his organ went lax. He pulled out of her, staring down at her oh-so-innocent face and kneeled next to her, pulling her into his arms.
�Was it okay?� Lisa asked against his shoulder.
Cian laughed, feeling his legs give way. �Darling...coming from a man like me, who has a job like me...that was the first time anyone has ever done that.�
�You�re lying.� Mumbled the witch.
Cian shook his head, brushing his chin over the top of her head. �No. Did you ever think a vampire�s glamour could go beyond physical touch?�
�You mean they never...�
�A glamour isn�t just an illusion. It can be whatever the vampire wants them to see, or touch, or feel. I�m not a master...for nothing.�
�But-� The witch looked up at him. �I saw that movie and what about the photo shoot ...�
Cian smiled at her, gazing down at her reddened lips and kissed them, rolling her bottom lip between his teeth. �Darling, I would never lie to you. You should know that by now.�
Ah. So he was that big. Good to know.
Lisa snuggled into his arms and felt his organ again. She froze, feeling his body shudder. �Cian...�
�I have other engagements. But...maybe later tonight, we can fool around.�

In the offices of the Knights of the Holy Order and its undermanned crew of twelve, Lucian Vincent sat at his desk, slamming angry fingers over an already broken type-writer. He was so perturbed at the thought of Lisa sleeping with Cian that all he saw was red and snarled at anyone who even came near him. He glanced over at the next desk, just where his partner should have been. But no, she decided not to come into work today and decided to stay with him. But amongst the chaos in his mind, the only true thing that calmed him was the thought of Zoe.
He stopped tearing up the typewriter long enough to look outside the window, gazing out at the blue sky, the white clouds, and the surreptitious black cloud that hung over his head. Zoe. He could honestly admit, at least to himself, that he hadn�t intended to have sex with Zoe, but his nerves were so frazzled by the fact that Lisa was...with Cian and...well...it had been a long time since he had a relationship. Why not with Zoe? No, he wasn�t doing it to get back at Lisa and to hex Cian, though that was a side benefit. He really wanted to be with someone who wasn�t as normal as he was. Being a Necromancer, working for the office of Death certainly wasn�t as normal as being a werewolf, but...on so many levels they understood each other better than most. But last night...well, last night was a culmination of their understanding of the other�s position in their sibling�s lives. A bit of stress-relief and he could go on one more day. No. He shook his head, changing the term in his mind. It wasn�t stress-relief. Zoe wasn�t something he could use whenever he see fit, she was someone whom he had grown to care for in the months prior to their impromptu roll in the sheets. Yeah, he�d want to explore a relationship with Zoe. Maybe even more.
He turned, his mood turning for the better before he saw the daytime manager walking towards him. He made sure to make his eyes look darker and turn his mouth into a frown. He leaned forward, crossing his arms, making his muscles look twice as big. He waited and followed the short, balding man with his eyes and felt his lip curl when the man took too many steps too close.
�Mr. Vincent,� said the manager. �I, um, was wondering where Miss Mayfair is?�
�Day off.� Lucian answered. He never spoke in a complete sentence. His short, curt answers were always enough. For most people. Then again, this daytime manager was quite dense and stupid.
�She didn�t sign for it.�
�Not my problem.�
�But she�s your-�
Lucian raised an eyebrow. For some, that would mean the conversation was over. No one gave Lucian Vincent orders unless it was from the Cardinal himself. No one stood so close to a werewolf who could strike a hand out quickly enough that you didn�t know you were bleeding until you woke up in a hospital. Except for this man. This stupid little man who stood before him.
�I do not run my sisters life.� Lucian said lowly. Though, sometimes, he wished he did. �When she feels like she needs a break from this job, then she will take a break. If she feels like coming in late, she will. If she feels the sudden urge to give a fuck what I think, then she would learn to heed my words. But since she is not here, take it up with her, not me. I am not her keeper.�
The man seemed to confuse bravery with suicide. He stood his ground. �She has had three unwarranted-�
Lucian�s hand curled into a large fist. He would have crushed the man�s head, but a soft, milling scent caught his nose. He turned and saw Zoe standing at the doorway, being guided by Stacy the secretary. He turned back to the manager. �Later.�
Stacy smiled and pointed to Lucian�s table. Zoe, apparently going home and getting properly dressed, while he still stayed in his clothes the night before, came towards him, looking a bit flush. She stood behind Lisa�s desk and waited until Stacy and the manager excused themselves. She looked at Lisa�s desk, noticing the neat stacks of paper, the pictures of herself and Lucian, and a fresh pile of cases for the day.
�What brings you here, Zoe?�
�Me?� Zoe shrugged and sat down at Lisa�s chair. �Actually, I�m working.�
Lucian raised an eyebrow. He leaned over the desk to whisper over to her. �Is it me?�
Zoe shook her head. �I don�t get personal posts. Meaning I don�t have posts for friends or family. So, you�re safe.�
�Who is it?�
Zoe looked around the office. She counted about two at the water cooler, and including Lucian, three at their desks, while Stacy and the manager were talking by the window, just within hearing. She nodded at the short man. �That guy over there, talking to Miss Blondie.�
�Ralph?� Lucian asked. He swung his head to look at the day manager. �How?�
�I don�t know.� Zoe answered. �I�m just here to take his soul and make sure the Fates find him.�
�Is that what you call the accidents? Fate?�
�They�re not really accidents but...to give the name to the unexplained...Fate about sums it up.�
�I see.�
Zoe looked at her watch. �Excuse me. I�ve thirty seconds.�
�Should I call him over?�
�No. Just sit back and watch.�
Zoe stood and looked at her watch again. She had spent a little too much time with Lucian. She pretended to trip and slid a hand over Ralph�s forearm. He blushed a bit at the touch, but screwed his eyebrows in confusion when she turned on her heel and walked back to Lucian. She sat down again then tapped her watch, letting Lucian see the last few seconds.
On cue, the passing of Fate drifted through Zoe�s psychic, inner barriers and turned to make Lucian watch what she was looking at. Fate was crouched low, like a cat, with skeletal fingers and long, bony fingernails. It was frail and thin, with slight, underlying muscles and a wide, alien-like eyes, black and fathomless like a shark�s. It hissed and crawled up onto the walls, leaning over the water cooler and letting a cup fall to the floor, it turned its wiry body and pulled out several wires from a nearby copy machine. It placed the wires precariously onto the puddle, short, sporadic bursts of electricity were popping, but not enough to alarm anyone of the danger. Ralph, seeing a delivery man at the door, ended his conversation with the secretary and turned to sign for the package. He looked down, seeming to check his tie, but his eyes had spotted the puddle, and too little, too late, his foot came down upon the electrified water. With the convergence of water and electricity, Ralph was electrocuted on the spot, the lights flickering, computers wavering, and the smell of burning flesh permeating the walls. It was over in seconds and Ralph was undeniably dead.
�Jesus.� Lucian mumbled. He looked at Zoe who was looking at an old photograph of himself and Lisa. �Can you honestly watch someone getting killed and knowing you were a part of it?�
�I didn�t kill him.� Zoe said, a little heatedly. �It was his time to go. All I do is make sure he doesn�t suffer. I had no hand in killing him unless its a personal vendetta. If that�s the case, then I make sure the bastard suffers in life, death, and afterlife.�
�I�m sorry.� Lucian answered, seeing the slight hurt in her eyes. �Being with the office of Death and all...I don�t really understand how it works.�
�Then ask me.� Zoe replied. �Don�t assume. It makes an �ass� of �you� and �me.� Besides, how does this certain operation work?�
Lucian was a bit appalled that he and Zoe were talking so casually after his daytime manager had just been electrocuted in front of him and the entire office. Stacy was crying uncontrollably, Michael Lee, the brains behind the operations and the technical wizard, was busy checking his computer, his assistant, Laura Raven, was screaming hysterically on the phone, Shaun Burton, a field agent was pacing back and forth, smoking three-to-five cigarettes, each one burning out like a flickering candle, and the last person, Cara Roberts, had fainted, slumping over her desk. The only one who weren�t moving was himself and Zoe who looked on with sleepy, bored eyes.
�Are you going to answer me or are you going to keep gawking?� Zoe asked. She turned to him, her blue eyes burning like a sapphire flame. She had the same, intense look, like Cian, which meant they were more alike than they�d like to admit.
Lucian cleared his throat, glancing at the scene right near his desk. He tried not to look over to where Ralph, he didn�t know his last name, lay. He managed to look at Zoe long enough to give her an explanation.
�We�re the...police of the preternatural. We govern the psychics, witches, and lycanthropes, enforce the rules of what society deems �human� and carry out executions as set out by the Cardinal, the head boss.�
�I think I understand the whole...policing and governing part...its much like our own regime, but I don�t quite get the execution part.�
Lucian twined his fingers together, feeling like he was a teacher, teaching a student. �Those who don�t follow the rules that have been set by human law-makers, the Cardinal, and the general public, an order for an execution will be made. It can only be carried out by those qualified to do executions, like myself and Lisa. Executions can be ordered by the Governor of the State in which the crime was committed, a petition of one thousand civilians, or granted by the Cardinal. But by means of the State, it�s like any trial or police investigation. You need sufficient proof against the suspects in order to have an OE. For civilians, if a lycanthrope is in the area and they feel that he is a threat to the neighborhood, they can petition for a removal of the lycanthrope, which is rare-but possible, or a simple, and faster, OE, which happens more often than not. But in the Cardinal�s case, just saying the word and you can be condemned. For the record, they put it in writing.�
�Sounds like a difficult job.� The Necromancer murmured. She eyed him warily. �How does it feel knowing that you�re a part of killing an innocent bystander just because a thousand people don�t like the way they turn furry at night?�
�Damn infuriating.� Lucian mumbled. �And when they find out I�m a wolf, they make up more excuses. It just sickens me.�
�How does Lisa feel?� Zoe asked. She saw his eyes darken and wished she could take back her last question. Now wasn�t the time to be talking about Lisa, especially what happened between her and Lucian.
�She�s a witch.� Lucian answered. �So...when an innocent witch dies...she makes it personal against the one who began the petition.�
Zoe smiled. �I would think, for seeing her temper firsthand, that she�d go and hex the guy or, you know, blow the shit out of him.�
�She used to.� Lucian said, almost wistful. �But because she was so valuable to this group, they banned her from killing the petitioner�s and she was off with a little warning.�
�So,� Zoe noticed several men and women in white running past her. �I don�t suppose you have the day off, do you?�
�What did you have in mind?� Lucian asked. He wasn�t asking for sex, but maybe a little companionship.
�Maybe we�d go to lunch. I still have four more names to my list today. Plus, there was a movie I wanted to see downtown. You know the Valmont Theater? They�re going to close it down and put up another damn vamp club there. Or was it lycanthrope? I don�t know.�
Lucian shrugged. He stood and grabbed his jacket. �I�m done with work right now. How about some lunch?�
�Lunch seems good.� Zoe agreed. She glanced at the people gathering near the paramedics and a few police officers who had arrived. �Don�t you need to stay a bit longer? To give your statement?�
�They can kiss my ass.� Lucian grumped. He turned just as a rookie officer turned to him. He smiled, a lazy, arrogant smile, and stuck his middle finger at the man. As far as anyone knew, no one could get shot or arrested just for a little indecent gesture. At least...in Lucian�s case.