Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Burgundy and Blood ❯ Conversations by Moonlight ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Standard Disclaimer: Everyone who reads these works by now knows that I DO NOT own Trigun or its characters. Hell, Lawren is not even my creation. I'm just telling her story. That being said… on to part IV.

Burgundy and Blood: Part IV

Conversations by Moonlight

Lawren stood there in the darkness, contemplating her next move. It was not every day she was approached by a man who spelled out exactly what he wanted from her. His direct and frank approach left her feeling slightly off balance. Try as she might, she could not think of a single witty response. She was confused by this man who called himself Legato Bluesummers.

Legato smiled deeply at her. Gliding forward until he stood before her, he reached out and gathered up a handful of cascading burgundy hair. Lifting the burnished tresses to his nose, he inhaled deeply of their scent. She smelled of the things he like most about this pathetic world. She smelled of wood smoke and whiskey, of anger and despair, and most of all, she smelled of blood and death. His body tightened. He wanted her now, but the master might want her himself. He sincerely hoped not.

"Would you please let go of my hair?" Lawren snapped at him as she reached up to tug the mass from his hand. Tossing him an angry look, she stepped back out of his immediate reach. "Why would your master 'want' me as you put it? I'm not the type to cozy up to a guy, tell him ridiculous lies to feed his ego, or show him a good time."

Legato continued to smile at her. She was truly unaware of her assets. He had never met another like her. For her to hear his thoughts so clearly… it was too delicious to contemplate the things he wanted to do to her, to do with her. "My master seems to like those who possess a certain amount of… shall we say discontent with the part that fate has chosen for them to play. To relinquish free will to his control is to know utter bliss in the short time humanity has left in the space of time."

"Relinquish free will? Never! I will never give another the satisfaction of controlling me. I will never be like my father who thought of his own selfish wants by abandoning his family." Lawren whirled away from him and stared up into the lighted face of the fifth moon. A dark hole otherwise marred the silver reflection of its face. "I will never be like my mother who spread her legs for numerous men for a few double dollars, and I will never be like those others out there who let those around them decide the course of their lives!"

"This is a hell of a conversation to be having out here," she said as she turned to face Legato again. "I kill those who get in my way, I kill those who insult me, and I kill those who annoy me." She smiled cruelly at him. "Right now, you are annoying me. I suggest you go your own way and do not bother me again." She stepped closer to him and placed both palms on his chest. Platinum eyes flashed in the darkness. Standing on her toes, Lawren leaned forward into his chest, "I ask only once…" she whispered against his mouth.

Legato froze in place for a split second as the powerful command to walk away flowed through his body. But, it was only for a moment. His eyes slid partially closed as his hands snaked up to grasp Lawren's wrists. Before she realized his intentions, his mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss.

Legato held her firmly in his grasp. His tongue traced the outline of her lips, seeking entrance to the warm cavern of her mouth. Lawren stood stiffly, her lips pressed tightly together until the sharp nip of teeth against her lower lip forced her to cry out.

Lawren struggled to free herself from his grasp. She jerked at her wrists, but he held her too firmly. His tongue was arousing that odd sensation in her body. What was it? Was this lust? Was this the feeling her mother got from those men she brought back to the shack? Lawren wanted something more, but what?

Legato felt her confusion. The girl he held did not know how to deal with the feelings he was arousing in her. She was a virgin, he was sure of it. What a delicious treat! The prospect of bending her to his will was overwhelming. He loosened his grip on her slightly as his hands slid around her back and buried in her hair. The girl softened against him slightly.

He groaned as his body reacted swiftly. He was hard and aching. Legato briefly thought that the master might want her, but she felt so good against him. He pressed his hard length against her. He would break her right now. One hand flitted over her breasts and he suddenly found himself flung backward into the sand the taste of blood filling his mouth.

Lawren moaned softly as she let herself be swept up in the sensations Legato was arousing in her. She felt more alive than she had ever been. She knew instinctively that there was more to the experience than this. His tongue glided over her own in a primitive dance. She hesitantly kissed him back. It felt good when his arms tightened around her and she knew she wanted more.

Something was hard and pressing against her thigh. "…break her…"

Sanity returned instantly. With a sharp cry, she bit down hard on Legato's tongue. The taste of blood filled her mouth. Without a second thought, she threw everything her mind had into freeing herself from his grasp. She was pleased to see him land a few feet away from her in a graceless heap.

Legato sat up in the sand and stared at the girl before him. He spat a mouth full of blood in the sand at his side. Her sides were heaving. He could clearly see her hardened nipples through the fabric of the body suit she wore. Her burgundy hair whipped around her as though it were alive. Lightening flashed in those platinum eyes as she readied to defend herself against him.

Lawren regarded the man a few feet away with a cautious air. She had injured him and caused him a great deal of humiliation. He did not appear to be the kind to let such an insult go so easily. She drew her power around her and let the leash slip a little on the rage she kept locked inside her soul. This situation did not look good.

Legato for his part was truly enthralled with this girl before him. She had read his thoughts so clearly and had used her power to fight back against him so effectively. He smiled at her as he imagined what a pleasure it would be to finally break her to his will.

Lawren, ready for his attack, was utterly stunned when Legato did no more than climb to his feet and bow to her. "I suppose I should thank you for stopping me. My master would have been very displeased had I taken you here before he had a chance to look you over."

"Look me over?" Her voice held a quiet note of rage. "Look me over? I am not some piece of merchandise for sale to the highest bidder. I don't want that type of experience with any man."

"Why not? It can be an enjoyable act for both parties. In fact, it is one of the few pleasures on this miserable planet. If the master doesn't want you for himself, then perhaps you would care to experience it at my hands before my master destroys every one here?"

She shook her head slowly. "Mister, you don't hear so good. I am not a whore. I am not an assassin. I intend to live my own life by my own terms. I refuse to meet who ever it is you work for and I certainly am not crawling into a bed with you or any one else on this planet." She spoke the words aloud, but deep in her soul, she was bewildered by her reaction to him.

Lawren picked up her discarded dagger and overcoat from the sand. Shrugging into the silver material, she glanced to the horizon. "Damn it… you've managed to ruin any chance of me getting any sleep before I moved on. I may as well start for the next town before it gets too hot."

Suddenly, Lawren found herself swept up in a pair of strong arms. "Like it or not, my dear… you will meet the master. If you choose not to work for him so be it. But he will decide your fate from this moment own."

She struggled in his grasp as a sharp wind blew up from nowhere. She felt herself enter a whirlwind of light and sound that buffeted her senses until it became unbearable. "What have I gotten myself into," she thought before darkness rose up to claim her.

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To Be Continued…

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Well, things are certainly looking up.

Will Knives be as infatuated with the burgundy haired Lawren as Legato?

What will Legato do if Knives wants her as his own?

Will Lawren just kill them both and be done with it?

Stay tuned for the next chapter.

Love and Peace,

Blackhat (^_~)