Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Burgundy and Blood ❯ What a Little Blood Can Do ( Chapter 6 )

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Burgundy and Blood: Part VI

What A Little Blood Can Do

One day trailed by and then another and another. The twin suns continued to scorch the dry sandy planet as Lawren followed Legato through the desert, sometimes walking in the heat of the day, sometimes traveling on the wind currents that he seemed to be able to navigate.

She wondered again and again why she had agreed to follow him. Was she really after a part of the reward money or was there some other reason that she let herself be talked into this fool's errand? Only an idiot would take on someone like Vash the Stampede. Her mind ran rampant with the lingering questions.

Lawren, for her part, didn't know what to make of Legato. His golden eyes were constantly on her and they reflected his desire, but he made no move in her direction. As much as she tried to read his thoughts, there were only elusive bits of scattered images that came to her. Sometimes she glimpsed images that had to be from his past; images of blood covered, twisted remains of men scattered around his feet and of women lying naked and dead as he stood over them, a smile lingering on his lips and on the lips of those poor women.

But the one thought that kept radiating from him constantly was his desire to please the Master. When she had tried to ask him about Knives, his eyes took on a worshipful haze. He had explained that as mere humans, they should be honored and privileged to serve such a powerful being. The Master controlled their destiny and his will was never to be denied. Lawren shook her head and silently wondered if she were travelling with a cracked individual or maybe that there was more between Legato and Knives than just as employer and employee.

Occasionally, Legato turned his golden gaze on her and fed her images of the two of them locked in each other's arms. Her head was thrown back in pleasure even as he ravaged her throat with his teeth and his fingers gripped her pale flesh tightly enough to raise bloody welts on its smooth perfection. Lawren would hastily look away and repress a violent shudder as ripples of desire tinged with fear chased its way down her spine.

Legato would laugh in amusement as she tore her gaze from his in these moments. She would find an excuse to move a short distance away from him and yet, a few moments later, she would inch her way closer to him. This had to be the most delightful game he had played with anyone. She was like a moth that was attracted to the flame. If she got too close, he would surely consume her, but hovering on the fringes… well, she just might be the one to survive an encounter with him.

Lawren was confused by his actions. The men her mother had brought back to the tumble down shack had never hesitated. "Why doesn't he just do something besides watch me? Why won't he try to take what he wants?" She knew Legato was not afraid of her power as others had been, but that did not give her any answers. As the days dragged on, she felt as if a dangerous animal was stalking her.

She knew he wanted her, but he always treated her very politely and with respect. And once he had guessed that she hated the cold nights, he had even gone so far as to suggest sleeping next to her to help ward off the chill. She had been furious with him for suggesting that, but he had assured her that keeping warm was upper most in his mind and not rape.

After a particularly cold night, she had agreed much to her own dismay. Her shock was even greater the next morning when she had awakened to find herself wrapped in his arms. With a deafening shriek, she had launched herself from the ground, tightly wrapping her overcoat over her black suit. Legato, for his part, looked at her somewhat sleepily and asked her if anything was wrong.

Feeling slightly foolish, she had mumbled a noncommittal reply and walked off to seek a bit of privacy. Legato smiled to himself thinking it would not be long before the girl would completely fall victim to his will. It was a pity really; they had all died at his hand. He sincerely hoped she would survive when he finally took her. But if she didn't, well… he had to be about the Master's business and that was all that really mattered.

Lawren's temper grew shorter and shorter as Legato continued to wander aimlessly. He teased and taunted her as they journeyed until she was snapping at the least little things. On the twenty-seventh day of their journey, Lawren decided she had had enough. She stopped cold and refused to take another step until Legato had given her some more explanations.

"You want to tell me why in the hell we are wandering around out here in the middle of this friggin' desert instead of going to find Vash the Stampede?" She growled viciously at Legato's back.

"Is it so very important to you that we find Vash the Stampede quickly? I had rather hoped you were becoming fond of my company." He smiled softly at her.

"Oh, stop it with the 'Mr. Smooth Act'. It's just a load of crap and you know it. I agreed to come along for a piece of that sixty billion. Besides, just because I haven't killed you yet, doesn't mean I won't in the future."

Legato sighed heavily, "So many threats, and yet you do nothing to act on them. I don't think you have it in you to kill me or anyone else." He studied her thoughtfully for a moment. "Yes, I believe what I witnessed a few weeks ago was merely an act for the benefit of the rowdy crowd."

Lawren screamed harshly at him. In an instant, she held her dagger to his throat, drawing a thin weal of blood to the surface of his skin. "Don't fuck with me. I will kill you at the time of my choosing." For emphasis she increased pressure on the sharp edge, causing a trickle of blood to streak its way down his neck. She licked her lips at the sight even as her body became aware of the hard frame it was pressed so tightly against. Her nipples hardened and she flushed slightly.

Legato smiled at the glazed, confused look in her eyes. She was in delicious torment. "You are restless, I should have seen that. I think I can find a cure for your boredom. We shall write a new scene on the lives of a few people. A short distance from here is a small saloon. It doesn't offer much in the way of entertainment, but I believe we can change that with scene of dramatic proportions."

Lawren nodded slowly and backed away from him. He was dangerous. She had to keep her distance from him, but these past several days had her thinking and wondering what it would be like to feel his smooth hands glide over her bare skin.

He opened his arms to her. "Come along, my dear," he purred gently. "We can get there so much more quickly if we travel my way."

She swallowed the lump in her throat. She hated to travel this way, but she had to admit that she liked being held in his powerful arms. With a bare moment of hesitation, she stepped into the circle of his arms.

Legato smiled inwardly. The girl was truly a rare prize. He had been right to proceed slowly with her. He closed his arms around her just before a familiar whirling vortex plucked them both from the ground.

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An hour later, Lawren found herself clinging to Legato's tall frame as she tried to find her feet. "You know it's really a bitch to travel like that."

"Yes, but we cover so much more ground." He nodded on the distance. "There is the place I was telling you about."

Lawren could barely make out the faint outline of a building in the haze. She nodded. "Let's go." She started in the direction of the saloon, anticipating the taste of her first glass of bourbon.

"One moment, please. You must remove your suit."

"Excuse me? Did you just tell me that I have to take off my clothes?" Lawren looked over her shoulder at Legato. "If this is your idea of trying to get me naked, then let me tell you to go fuck yourself."

"Does this look like the type of place that I would prefer for that particular activity?" Legato asked in an offended tone.

"I think you're the type to screw some chick where ever he decides to," she retorted.

"I am wounded that you would think so little of me. But, you are right… the place is of no consequence… It is the pleasure of the act that counts. I promise you that I will make it enjoyable and it will happen in a comfortable bed."

Lawren looked at him and laughed, "Fuck off, you perverted bastard. You sure have a lot of nerve. I have killed men for thinking that about me and yet I just listen to you go on and on about it. I must be getting soft."

"Yes, you are out of practice. I have concluded that you need a reason to kill someone. You are not by nature a cold person even if you yourself do not realize it. Take off the body suit, walk into that saloon with me, and let the drama unfold around you. I will be close to keep their unwanted hands from your lovely white skin." Legato gave her a slight mental push. "It will be fun…"

Lawren stared at him silently as she mulled over the prospects in her mind. It had been a while since she had shocked anyone, she really wanted that bourbon, and there was something just the slightest bit intriguing about walking nude into a bar. "Turn you back please." Legato raised one brow at her and shrugged. He'd get to see all of her soon enough. He could afford to wait for another opportunity.

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Silence reigned in the crowded saloon as Legato opened the door and crossed the creaking floorboards to take a seat at the bar. He was amused by the reaction of the people there. It was not the first time his presence had been greeted with silence, but he had the feeling all eyes were on the figure following three paces in his wake.

At just over six feet, Lawren really had no clue of her beauty. Her burgundy tresses flowed down her body until the ends touched the floor. He was amused that she had arranged the colorful mass to camouflage as much of her body as possible. What she had failed to realize was she had created an illusion with her hair. Hints of pale flesh were revealed as she walked across the room.

As she followed Legato across the room, Lawren became aware of the many stares that were coming her direction. She could hear the thoughts that flowed around her and she didn't like it one bit. Several of the men made crude gestures in her direction, but she avoided their eyes. One man was bold enough to reach out and grasp a handful of her hair, but instantly screamed in pain as the offending digits folded backward against his hand.

Lawren looked at Legato for a moment. Had he done this? "I said none would touch you. Do you think me a liar?" He raised his brow at her even as the thoughts flowed freely from his mind. "Hungry?"

"NO… Just a bottle of bourbon."

Lawren silently snarled at him as he held out a tall chair for her. She sat gingerly down on the wooden frame and pulled her hair in a tight shield around her body. Legato ordered a bottle of bourbon and a meal for himself.

As she sat there, she became aware of the men edging closer to her. One man, bolder than the rest, came forward and began to speak to Legato.

"Say, Mister, ain't seen you around these parts before. You looking to start up a whore house?"

Legato gave a sparing glance at the girl beside him. He would soon see what she was capable of. "Perhaps… I am not really sure that this location would provide much opportunity for an aspiring businessman such as myself."

"Hell, that little thing you got settin' here would earn you a nice profit in a few hours time here. We don't get many women out this way."

"Hmmm… I can understand why…"

"How much'll you charge for an hour with her?"

"How about 100$$? Does that sound like a reasonable amount?"

Lawren spewed a mouthful of the fiery liquid across the bar. She felt the rage whip alive in her soul. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? You bastard. I'm going to cut your heart out and shove it up your ass as you die."

Legato looked at her nonchalantly as he addressed the man beside him, "Do you think you gentlemen could give me a hand subduing her? She is rather wild and still not quite accustomed to her new profession."

With a wild whoop, several men dashed forward, eager to have a turn on the girl in front of them. Lawren shot Legato a look that promised retribution as she retrieved her dagger from his belt and focused her mind on the mass before her.

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Lawren stood on the ground floor of the small saloon, surveying the damage. Blood, death, and a pile of bodies surrounded her. She was responsible for this carnage. The metallic smell of blood hung heavily in the air. She glanced over at Legato. He smiled slightly and nodded his approval. She grimaced at him and snapped rather viciously, "Do you mind if I get dressed now?

"Why, of course my dear. I merely wanted to see if you could manage to hold off a pack of hungry animals."

Lawren pulled her dagger from one of the dead bodies. It came loose with a loud sucking sound. A fresh wave of blood poured from the body. She stepped gingerly across the bloody floor. Her feet slipped in the red puddles. "I think I'll go upstairs first and see if they have a shower here." Legato nodded and turned back to the bar. He seemed more occupied with finishing his meal than with the gore that surrounded him.

Lawren huffed at his attitude. "Just like a stupid man. More concerned with a meal or getting laid than the important stuff."

"I heard that. I can assure you that if you want to take a few hours to learn the finer points of how close pleasure and pain can be…" his voice trailed off meaningfully.

"Stay out of my head you eavesdropping bastard."

He smiled enigmatically at her, "It appears to me that you are becoming more comfortable in my presence. Just look at how easily you stand there with nothing shielding your lovely white skin except several feet of rich burgundy hair."

"Fuck off!" she snapped as she stormed up the stairs.

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Legato looked at the mess Lawren had left in her wake. He had watched her eliminate one man after another. As one would fall with blood gushing from his eyes and ears, another would fall back with gaping wounds from her vicious dagger. Screams filled the air, as the men had died one after another. What had pleased him the most was none had gotten close enough to touch her. The bar tender was the only one he himself had disposed of. Shooting someone in the back was not something he approved of and no one was going to shoot Lawren while he had anything to say about it.

He recalled the vivid image of her burgundy hair whipping about her pale body even as the blood had splattered onto her skin. He had grown hard as the scent of blood had filled the room. It was amazing what a little blood could do for a person. Even now, he throbbed slightly, his body wanting release. The girl was upstairs and she was his for the taking.

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Lawren stood under the running water, watching it turn a sickly shade of pink as it ran down her body. She felt alive… she felt elated… and she felt something else. Her body tingled with awareness. She wanted something, but she wasn't sure what it was. It had felt so good to kill those men. They had reminded her of the ones her mother had sold herself to.

She ran her hands down her body to help wash away the traces of the dried blood. As her hands came into contact with her breasts, she idly traced the nipples with her thumbs and imagined that it was Legato's hands cupping her breasts. Instantly, something sprang to life in her center. She could feel herself grow hot and wet between her legs. She moaned softly and let one hand trail between her nether lips, instinctively searching for more of the intense feelings.

She imagined he was there, holding her, and stroking that secret place between her legs. Her breathing was ragged as she let her fingers slide around the sensitive flesh she had discovered. She was on the verge of something… "Legato…" her mind whispered.

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Legato heard his name and smiled wolfishly. He hurriedly climbed the stairs and silently entered the room. She was almost ready to fall. And he meant to be the one to catch her when she did.

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Her legs shifted slightly apart as her hand frantically stroked the wet place between her legs. One finger dipped into her entrance now and again as she continued her ministrations. She stifled a moan again. What would it be like if he were here with her?

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Lawren's eyes snapped open as pain exploded in her nipples. In an instant, the pleasure she had been feeling was replaced with a burning pain. She gasped as she realized Legato stood in the shower with her, his fingers painfully gripping her nipples. She lunged backward, but he held her tightly. "What a naughty girl to start without me…"

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To Be Continued…

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