He sat upon a bench in a communal park near his apartment in an older part of London. He had always loved it and had lovingly rebuilt it after the fire, of 1666 that was. So he sat thinking of this long immortal life he did not want; he had never wanted. He could barely remember his human family. Chrestian could remember his daemon woman, she had never hurt him like Ayille had.
He had his wife; she had had darker hair. Chrestian had also had a son and daughter by his wife. For some reason; he remembered his daemon woman lover was round with child. Contemplating such bygone things only served to make hime hate this exsistence more.
Chrestian's hair was a soft pale blonde and medium green eyes; his physisque still resembled his Viking warrior days, needless to say he made mortals swoon; he was a bittenn Ramanga frère; they did not come more powerful than himself. His smart phone rang and his red boxer took to barking.
"You are so brilliant wonderful Loki!" The young looking blonde man chuckled as he saw the caller id.
"Hello Brother." Chrestian answered benignly.
The growling and menancing on the other end meant it was Kameron. Chrestian could hardly believe what he was hearing because it was splendid; Ayille was going into a death sleep!
"You know Brother you catch more flies with honey." The blonde said in a good mood.
"YOU are always too damn happy when our queen sleeps." Kameron snarled into his end of the call.
"I'm happy she is safe." he lied. Chrestian said pressing the call off.
The beautiful man smiled and he truly had some free time. His boxer felt the tension leave his master but his phone rang again. Chrestian was irritated but put his voice polite.
"Hello?" he replied.
"I do believe we should stop meeting like this." the feminine husk tickled his ear.
"Where are you that you think we must stop meeting like this?" He inquired playfully despite her techinically being his enemy.
"Where are you at?" She demanded impertentily.
"Where are you?" Chrestian quipped back just to be aannoying.
Asuna heard a very loud barking and Chrestian heard the fearsome female warrior giggle.
"I did not realize barks had accents and Loki told me you live just outside Notting Hill." She relayed the info.
"Pray tell what else? " he groused.
"Well you will have to pay for this call, do you mind? I am in one on those quintessentially British red phone booths" She asked in a sweet voice.
Mental images of his laying his head to a chest as he felt a baby move in her mother's belly assualted his brain. The cultured frère could see that image plain as day. Christian proceeded to get himself prepared to see her. Their last meeting; she had torn up a cheque for 10 billion yen. A paltry sum to her but her pride had taken a beating. He slipped into his 2011 Mercedes AMG and remembered the drama as he and Loki went to get the royal woman.
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"Shall I appear to our enemy?" The voice asked into the phone.
The young man had his feet up on his desk and he nodded to the voice in the phone. Things were hairy as hell and the emergence of the former ekimmu was bad news indeed. His only thought was of how potent her blood was and how much he had desired to taste her again. He listened to the tirade on the other end and he yawned.
"Allow me to reveal myself. I am certain she is not stupid. Yes, I know. I know. She is only a mixed empusae. She is not going to stop us." The blonde said.
The voice of his "brother" ranted and raved and he only listened.
"I understand." The young appearing man stated.
He slowly hung up the phone and he stared over the London landscape. Things were fascinating and he could not get her out of his head. His reports had been that she was golden brown eyed but the woman he had seen had very blue eyes. Yes, things were interesting indeed. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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This Chrestian was simply the most powerful underling she had ever faced, he heard her thoughts.
She walked out onto the street and the ningen and youkai went on about their lives.
"Your home was broken into by my frère. They are most insistent that you will be stopped." He said in her ear.
"Stopped from what?" She growled under her breath.
"Why from opening Terre de Brume." Chrestian stated softly.
"How many bitten Ramanga are there?" She asked in disgust.
"Truly powerful ones? Less then ten." He smiled.
She turned her head and stared at him. His light green eyes perused her up and down.
"You have an easier transporting ability." He said under his breath.
"And where pray tell am I supposed to port to?" Asuna asked in annoyance.
"I am staying at a hotel here in Tokyo. You can see my mind can you not? Empusae blood drinkers are so refreshing in their telepathy." He said running a finger along a seam on her shirt.
He allowed her to see his suite and she stepped into an alley. She ported them both and he stepped away from her when they appeared in the hotel. He went to a side board and poured himself some red wine and sipped on it.
"Why did you wish me here?" She asked tightly.
"Oh. This." He said closing the distance.
Asuna was on her back and on the floor instantly. The wind was knocked out of her and she gasped. Chrestian was kissing her throat and she was in shock.
He wanted so much and so badly; memories were still muddled as their frenzied passion caused intense hunger. Christian could not take it and he left.
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She woke up and she was in bed next to him. Chrestian had assumed that she would have left, she was asleep on his bed and he had fallen asleep next to her. His heart and mind in chaos.
She could not believe his audacity and he was on the phone and a laptop.
"Yes, yes my frère I understand. Yes, I am in Tokyo and I have seen the empusae. Yes, she is busy and engaged at the moment." He said into his cell phone.
Asuna watched him smoothly lie to his own comrades and he finally hung up.
"They are pleased that your home was destroyed. Now I am supposed to meet with the CEO of Matsuda-Yamasaki today." He said slipping from the bed.
"You are to speak with my sister Mizuki. Does she know you are youkai?" She demanded.
"Of course not. I can mask better then you." He smiled.
"How cute. Why are you doing this?" Asuna demanded.
"Because for once in this long life I wish for something different. I instinctually love Ayille in some ways but I hate her too. I wish for peace. How is that for an excuse?" He asked smiling softly.
"Did she make you?" Asuna demanded.
"Yes. Many eons ago." He nodded as he began to dress.
A blush stained her cheeks and Chrestian was very stunning. His body had been turned at the prime in his life and she perused him discreetly. He turned unashamed and her now blue eyes widened.
"Do you like this? Ayille did as well but I did not. She is cruel, a monster. Pain is pleasure to her. I have enjoyed feeling normal with you." He stared nearing the bed.
Her mind was numb and he was so forthcoming now that he was out in the open. She tentatively lifted her hand and brushed his cheek. Almost inu like; he nuzzled her palm and she was so captivated by his almost innocent looks. She brushed her hand against his other cheek.
"I would enjoy nothing more then to stay and speak of things but I do have to go to this meeting. It is worth billions of pounds and I have no wish to arouse the suspicions of my frère. I would gladly take a kiss though." He teased lightly brushing his thumb against her lips.
She pressed her lips to his and Chrestian's tongue sought hers. It was slow and languid as he stroked his organ to hers. This beast; this Ramanga was making her weak in the knees and he slowly pulled away from her lips.
"Have a lovely day." He said with the gentleness.
Chrestian pulled away from her mouth and he went to dress. She scrambled for her clothes and she stole a look at his phone while he showered. The last number was from America and she memorized the number. She grabbed her clothes and ported.
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"Welcome to Tokyo Mister Stone." Mizuki said as she sat down.
"Hello Miss Orlovich. I was here to sign the acquisition papers and then I would very much enjoy a respite in this lovely city." Chrestian smiled warmly.
Mizuki smiled at the young man and he was always pleasant. She hated dealing with his older brother who was an ass. Chrestian signed his name and he wore a dark grey suit. She was shocked when the board room door opened and surprisingly her mother walked in.
"Asuna?" She asked in Japanese.
"Hai. Hello Chrestian. I do believe we should talk." Asuna said narrowing blue eyes.
Karu had not seen his sister-in-law in law since she had recovered her memories. Now she was here interrupting a lucrative deal.
"Lady Asuna. Now is not the time. I am sorry Mister Stone but this is Lady Asuna Orlovich-Jing. She is a major share holder in the company." He tried to explain.
"Do not be impertinent Karu. Mister Stone knows exactly who and what I am, do you not Chrestian?" She asked crossing her arms.
Mizuki's mouth dropped open and she only knew the blonde man to be a ningen who was fabulously wealthy with keen business sense.
"It would seem so empusae dog." Chrestian said smiling softly.
Karu's mouth dropped open and they both stared at the man.
"I did a little research since it seems to be your policy to be out in the public. Kameron is your head of this screwed up little deal is he not?" Asuna asked.
"Yes." He nodded.
"Sister!" Mizuki cried.
Asuna put up her hand and she stared at Chrestian with anger.
"Since it was your family who decided to tear up my home then write a check to pay for my repairs." She snapped.
Mizuki looked at Chrestian and he smiled as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a check book.
"Who do I make the check out to? Do daemons actually have bank accounts and birth records?" He asked politely.
"Hai. You should know Chrestian but was your birth actually recorded five thousand years ago?" She asked in a sarcastic snit.
"Actually yes, in a small little town in Norway. Not really very organized you know but we could scratch on stones." He smiled warmly.
"You are a youkai?" Mizuki stuttered.
"Why yes Miss Orlovich but your sister was so kind to out me." He smiled.
"What the hell?" Karu asked.
"It is quite simply really. I made myself known to her and I have been dealing with you all for years to keep an eye on the family. I really did not put two and two together until the eighteenth century of who she really was or had been but then she was not aware herself." He said tapping his pen against the check book.
"So Ayille has known for some time?" She demanded.
"No. Ayille just woke up this decade." He shrugged.
"You bastard!" Asuna growled.
"Really now? You call me a bastard? You who would open Terre de Brume for one little ekimmu." He said raising a blonde brow.
"What?" Mizuki cried.
"He is innocent! He and Arianrhod were innocent!" She said in anger.
"Truly? I was not there but Ayille was. You two had too much power concentrated in one family. Much like now. Too much power and I was told you deigned to give the younger blood drinkers more freedom. How kind of your goddess self. Well Ayille was born and did not love you. She did not revere the mother. She revered herself." He shrugged.
"The mother?" She asked stunned.
"That is what you were called. You were not really but your power over other blood drinkers was profound. I again am told it took about twenty infants to bring you down and you still killed Bilae. Amazing." He said in genuine awe.
"How dare you!" She said in fury.
"No. I am only telling you what I know. I have no will left for the blood shed and the intrigue. I told you, I am tired." He said honestly.
Mizuki and Karu stared at each other and then the other two in the room. This was huge and it was scary she realized. Asuna stood there with arms crossed and a very pissed off look on her face. Chrestian stood up and handed her the check to which she promptly tore up. He smiled a little and she neared him. She said something cold and hateful in another language and he in turn held her face. She suddenly ported out with him.
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Their back and forth; if truth be told, mostly his back and forth. She truly reminded him of the daemoness he had come to love before being turned into this beast he now was. He was not a very good Ramanga but it turned out he served their interests in the mortal world. Chrestian hoped against all hopes; that one day a silver or blonde haired woman came looking for him, and her name was Frejya. He finally saw the red telephone booth that the Japanese princess had called from. She had done so as pay back.
"So Loki do you ever critique your youkai companion?" She said softly. in English and then he swore it was in growls and yips.
"Did you realize your calls cost seventy-seven pounds darling? Are you actually talking to Loki?" Chrestian chided and asked.
He was not wearing a business suit; in fact he was wearing designer jeans that hugged his backend to perfection. They were darker wash, patent black loafers, and a crisp white button down. His sun glasses were Ray Bans and his light blonde hair missed up from the wind.
"So mistress of air, what is it this formerly lowly viking can/could do for you?" He asked in a light mood.
"Loki agrees with me; for a male of your species, you have an exceedingly beautiful shape to your glutes." Asuna. blurted.
"Well, I am actually pleased my butt pleased you but you came to England surely for some other reason." he laughed lightly.
"You were never a lowly Viking. You were a noble who married a noble." She said,twisting her hands.
"How did you know that?" He asked truly shocked.
"Your wife Elledair and your son Hulsgard, and your daughter Dadra; they are listed as ancestors of a fair haired family in the West.