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| He was prepared to use his knowledge of magic, herbs and potions to help with the creation of a man made mutant, but what he wasn't prepared for was falling in love with her. Now that she was more than a specimen to her, he was determined to take her away from a life she was created to lead. |
| Cole laid in the bed beside a sleeping Jacqulyn, reading selections from his favorite poet. Sleep came and went for him throughout the night and he found himself rising out of bed with the London sun. He had pancakes, kipers and eggs, toast and orange juice waiting for her downstairs. Now all he needed was her. He had given her that book of Robert Frost poems as part of her studies. It had no real meaning, just a breather from the Physics and Chemistry he pounded into her brain. It was comforting to him to see it there beside her bed, but he doubted her ever reading it. The artistic tendencies in her that longed for literature and culture had been wiped away a long time ago, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, he had aided Nikolas in making her what she was. Closing the book, he studied her intently, as though he hadn't seen her before, then reached a finger out and gently stroked her cheekbone. She wriggled underneath his touch and murmured intangibly in her sleep. His glance glided over her silk covered body. It was quite a challenge to get her calmed down once they got back to her house, but eventually he had coaxed her into a silvery night gown and convinced her to try to get some rest. He laid there with her, most of his suit discarded except for the half-buttoned gray dress shirt and black slacks, until she gave in to sleep's tranquil caress. He contemplated his revenge while she slept. On thing was certain: he wouldn't leave London without having Nikolas' blood on his hands. The high pitched shrill of the phone woke her up like an unexpected attack. She jumped nervously, but before she could make a move to the phone, he had the receiver to ther ear. "Hello?" "Jackie, you have another job to do. You need to come by the Institute as soon as possible for the details. We have a lot to discuss." exclaimed Nikolas. The intensity of his voice rolled over her in waves with an angry urgency that vibrated in her very pores. "Go to hell Nikolas." said Jacqulyn, slamming the phone back in Cole's palm. He hung the phone up, running his fingers through her tangled black locks. "What did he want?" She snuggled next to him, completely exhausted. That night her emotions had run the full gamut, hurt feelings to determined tolerance to annoyance, and then as the long minutes dragged, from irritation to rage. "He has another hit for me." she finally responded once settled next to his body. "I want you to do it." She frowned at him in disbelief as her long legs pushed her up against the headboard. The site of them stirred erotic thoughts in his head, along with the rise and fall of her breasts underneath the silk. "You want me to what? Cole, I've already killed two people and you want me to continue this madness? Who's side are you on Forrester?" "I need you to do this last hit so he won't seem suspcious." "Suspicious of what?" "While you're working I'm going to kill him." Her head shot up. "You're going to what?" |