No Secrets

 

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Prologue

The chill of the leather seat cushion could be felt through the blue jeans, though it didn’t affect her as it once did.  She could still tell a difference in temperatures. The thought of long cold nights hit upon her sending a small shiver up her spine. The eerie quiet reflecting somberly in the stillness of the dark shadowy room that she sat in. The figure across from her sitting behind his desk, face hidden as it always seemed echoed the feel of the room. The stark emptiness that she felt inside of her own shell of a body and mind as she took a deep breath to answer his question.

 

"I feel alone, abandoned, I suppose."

 

"Is that all?  Is that the pain that you are describing here," said the counselor, pointing to the journal that lay open on the table before her.

 

"Well, it’s a pain that I caused myself. I just wish that there was something that I could do to change it all. I can only blame myself," she said closing her eyes trying to stop the tears from falling down her cheek.

 

"Don't contain the pain that you are feeling. You are doing something to change yourself and the situation by simply coming to me for help. That is a start. You can't expect everything to change within a minute or even an hour.  It does take time. All this didn’t happen at once, it all happened over a matter of time" said the dark haired gentleman sitting behind the desk. His shadowed face matching that of his office, hidden and mysterious.

 

"Yeah, yeah, it's not like I haven't heard that before. And I know things aren’t perfect, blah, blah, blah," she stated in a mimicking, sarcastic tone.

 

He sat back in his seat and crossed his arms; he looked at her with his dark eyes, penetrating through her hardened outer shell.  She looked over at him and then looked down shamefully like a scolded pup.

 

."You came here for help, but with an attitude like that, you're not going to get anything from it," he said coldly.  He got up from his desk showing her the door with a wave of his hand.  She stood up from the couch, her dark curly hair falling down onto her light blue sweater and the curl of her bangs falling down alongside her face and resting peacefully across her forehead.

 

"What help you are," she said standing up to put her knee length leather trench coat on. She had her back to him, but could tell before turning around to stare at his darkened face that he was watching her from behind his desk, arms crossed and looking right through her to a part deep inside that she didn’t let many she knew in.

 

"Well?" she questioned as she turned around and grabbed the notebook from the coffee table, buttoning up her jacket and sliding on her other gloves She looked into the shadows to try to judge his reaction only to see a cold dark empty shadow of a face, the slight teasing of facial hair along the jawline.

 

"Yes?" he replied firmly and stood still, his side leaning against his desk, his body in the stance that she had imagined.

 

"No assignment next week or are you just throwing me out the door.  Like you should have after you meet me.  I'm just another one of those bum losers that you help, but I don't pay you.  So why waste your time on me, right?" she said slipping on her last glove and walking slowly towards the door.  She turned for her answer before she finally decided to leave.

 

"You know my rules. No secrets. Hiding your feelings is part of breaking the rules. As I see it, it

 

 

is you that is running away.  Not only from everyone around you, but from yourself. It will not only be you that is hurting in the end, but others who love you. I am trying to help you, but I can only do so much when you refuse to tell me what is actually going on, what you are thinking, feeling," he said and turned away from her trying to fight back his own emotions as he spoke.

 

He edged towards the window just a few steps from his desk, arms crossed as the lights of the big city lit part of his face making sure to keep the side that was lit out of view.

 

"I know you dream, I can sense it. Maybe you should write down your dreams, they could better tell me more what's going on with you than your own big mouth that gets you in trouble," he said smirking.

 

She huffed at the comment and looked at the man in awe at his snide remark. "My, my," she retorted. "What a jerk!"

 

"You know where I am at and when you can meet me, if you decide differently, Ms. Kizz," he said enunciating her name carefully and returned to the window.

 

"Fine, whatever," she said the door slamming it shut as she left.

 

"What a woman," he replied letting out a breath he’d forgotten he had been holding since she walked in for their session.

 

"God, what a woman." he said. Returning to his desk, he leaned back in the seat and recollected what he had read in her journal.  He knew she was good at writing her deepest thoughts and ideas vividly describing anything and everything. That journal, there was something about it, he just looked back with his photographic memory, he knew that there was something that she was holding back.  He knew it had to be her emotional pain she was holding onto. She just wanted to spill her guts out and let all the pain and torture that she had been going through out. There was no possible way that she could do it, especially since she didn’t know him that well.  She still ceased to trust him.

 

He looked at the clock on the wall realizing that thirty minutes had passed; it was time for him to call Brad and inform him of how the meeting went. It was the usual routine, Destiny would leave and he would wait to make sure that she had enough time to leave to call Brad and inform him of the progress or so called progress of her counseling.  In all actuality, he was calling to make sure that she had enough time to get home safely. Jaxon knew that Destiny was in an emotional rollercoaster at this time, and this was the only way that he could have actual contact with her to know how she is without letting her know his true identity. He hated doing this but there was really no way around it. He had to keep this masquerade up until he knew the coast was clear.

 

Brad jumped startled from the phone ringing; he grabbed the phone from the cradle and placed it to his ear. "Yep," Brad greeted.

 

"Hey, Brad," said the familiar voice. "Des just left, irate and cocky as usual. She almost broke down crying tonight, but I made a smart remark and that cut it quickly. I really hate going about it this way, it doesn’t feel right, but I know this is the only way."

 

"Yea, I know bro, but like you said, this is the best for her right now.  How's little man by the way? Called home yet?" said Brad as he looked out the front window of the duplex to see if Destiny was coming down the road.

 

"No, not yet, he should still be at soccer practice. I’ll be leaving to pick him up as soon as I’m done here.  Both of them are fucking cocky, identical enough that it’s scary. At least I know he gets it honestly," he chuckled. "She looked great tonight. Has she been taking care of herself?"

 

 

Brad sat back in the recliner and imagined exactly what she looked like when she got out of the shower and got dressed. Her hair dripping wet and curling up as she towel dried her hair.  Her curvaceous body in that hour glass figure. Her full firm breasts, perky nipples, and her round muscular ass that fits perfectly in any type of pants, were dripping wet as she stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom to towel dry off.

 

"Yea, she did look pretty good.  She was pretty nervous about coming to meet you today," Brad said trying to take the perverted tone out before Jaxon suspected anything.

 

"Really?" asked Jaxon sitting down on the couch thinking deeply.  "Is she doing okay? She did act a bit more emotional tonight than usual."

 

"She's ok. She’s been eating right. However, she made a comment earlier this morning that she felt like there was something about you that made her uncomfortable to be around. Des keeps asking me just where and how I met you.  I still find all this kind of funny," said Brad peeping out the living room window again.

 

"Well just try to keep stalling as long as you can.  I really do appreciate this Brad. One day

Destiny will finally be happy.  I guarantee it," said Jaxon anxiously confident. "I've got to get going to pick up Devon in a few minutes. I'll talk to you later, man."

 

"No problem, bro.  I need to get off of here myself. I think that this is Des coming up the road any ways. Don't need another interrogation by her again.  It's hard enough keeping your secret as is. Later bro," said Brad placing the phone down by him on the couch.

 

Brad slumped back into the sofa as headlights flooded the interior of the small living area.  He looked over at the front door as he heard her turn the door knob and open and close the door.

 

"Hey baby doll, how'd things go?" he said watching her intently undress. She placed the coat on the hanger and thrust it into the closet. She stomped from the entranceway to the other side of the living room.  She flopped down into the chair at the desk and stared angrily at the computer monitor.

 

"Baby doll?" Brad questioned nervously, speaking her name each time a little bolder. "Des? Destiny!"

Brad's exclamation made Destiny turn around and shoot him a nasty look.  "What?" she retorted. "Are you okay," he replied. He got up and walked over to the office area they had setup to

conduct business for the club at home. The bar didn't have enough space for an office and they decided to make one at home instead, which in turn made the environment a bit more casual.

 

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," she said as she brought up all the reports and account files. Brad started rubbing her shoulders and neck; he felt the tension throughout each muscle that he massaged.

 

"Des, was the therapist being rough on you again?  I know it's hard trying to get your emotions expressed to other people. I should know I've experienced some of that from you myself. I know this guy is really good.  Just give him a chance. You might be surprised that it’ll work better than you think."

 

"Think?" she said standing up from the chair and looking at him fiercely. "What I think is that he is full of bullshit and this whole therapy thing is a waste of time. And for another thing, the only reason I don't tell you what I am feeling is because maybe you wouldn't understand a damn thing that I am going through. You don't even know the half of what I have lived with or even lived without. So back off with your amateur shrink attitude and leave me the hell alone."

 

 

 

Destiny pushed passed Brad and went to the closet to grab her coat. "Another thing, I don't know who the hell this guy gets off making me look like a fool when I know damn well what I want to

say and when I want to say it. Not when he wants me to by writing in that-that damn journal," she said, as she wrapped her coat up around herself and stormed out the door.  She quickly escaped to her car, exiting the drive way, squealing her tires as she sped off down the road.

 

"Oh boy...," said Brad as he reached for the phone and dialed a number after a few minutes of seeing if she’d calm down enough to come back home and talk reasonably.

 

 

* * *

 

All she could think about as she drove down the street from one bustling city to the next was what would Jaxon do at a time like this. He had been her main shoulder to cry on for the past two years, and now she was all alone.  Sure Brad was there, but he didn't know her like Jaxon did. Brad was harder to figure out. He's as complicated as she was. Jaxon always knew how to get things out of her when she was upset or deep in thought. Why was she even comparing Brad to Jaxon? They were good friends, but the only thing they had in common was their lines of work. Now that Brad was looking out for her, as a deathbed wish from Jaxon. She couldn’t confirm it,

but was certain of it.

 

She knew deep down in her mind that it would never work out with her and Brad. But all she could do was keep up the charade in hopes that maybe things would turn around for them, but with the year coming to an end and Jaxon being dead for most of that time, things were looking dismal.

 

"Yea, sure, Brad is a nice guy," she said out loud to herself. "But why does he always have to play tough guy all the time. I don't need protecting all the time I'm sure." She looks around and notices that she is going down a small one way street heading towards a dead end and no place to turn around.

 

"Ok, maybe only half the time." she said as she made a sudden sharp turn and then made a left down the other street. "I'm not that dangerous." She thought, well at least to other people I'm not. She felt a strong pull in her stomach and knew she hadn’t eaten in a couple of hours. The hunger would soon settle in and well, the danger to others might be a bit more than any other time.

 

 

* * *

 

 

"So, she just stormed out of the apartment without any details to where she was going," said the voice on the other line sounding more than impatient with Brad the more he told of what happened after Destiny got home.

 

"Yea, I tried telling her that it would be for the best if she continued seeing you. And she just flew off the handled.  I've never been good at trying to make people feel better when they are stressed, let alone myself Jax. You of all people know that," Brad said, continuing the tale.

 

"Yes, but with Destiny, she's different. You have to pry it out of her in such a loving way that she doesn't even know that you are letting her release her emotions. I'm trying to do that, but trying to also cover up the fact of who I am. If I resort back to my old ways before I know that Devon and I are in the clear, it could hurt all of us.  Including you Brad,” said Jaxon impatiently.

 

"I know man, I know," he said. "Shit, maybe I need to come see you to, might do me some good."

 

 

 

"Now, now, we do that and it can really blow my cover.  Des enough is raising a lot of questions from others, I sense that. Besides the questioning of me, but that's beside the point," he said, and tapped his fingers rapidly on the side table as he leaned back into the couch.  "Just be patient. And the worse thing to do is tell her what she wants to hear. Right now, she's most definitely having trouble with communicating with me because I'm still unfamiliar to her.  While you are trying to play stand in Jaxon, she's not comfortable with that idea either. Actually it annoys her."

 

"I try bro.  I honestly do," said Brad. "But you knew her better than I did; she and I just worked together on a couple of jobs. We weren't like all intimate and shit like you two were."

 

"I understand. And you'd better not...wait a second. That's an idea. Why not trying being romantic to her.  She needs to feel like she's special and that all the attention is on her, not her problems..." Jaxon paused deep in thought, though the idea of Brad’s hands all over Destiny panged in his stomach.  It was a risk he was willing to take.

 

"I don’t know about that now," interrupted Brad. “I agreed to keep an eye out for your girl, not bed her”

 

Jaxon looked at his watch, hoping that the coach would hurry up and bring Devon home from practice. He knew that he should have lent Devon his spare phone, which something like him coming home late would happen sooner or later. He'd know better next time. This being a dad thing was tougher that he had ever imagined, but then again, he's dealing with Destiny's son.  So that makes the job even more of a challenge.

 

The latter part of Brad’s comment hit him a bit hard. No, you’re right, let’s not do that. Give her some time, some breathing room. I’m sure she’ll come around.”

 

“Let’s hope so,” said Brad. “I’d hate to know what kind of extremes she’d go to in a rage that she left here in.

 

Jaxon knew all to well how Destiny’s hunger rages were and just how deadly it got after her first transformation.

 

“I have faith that she’ll come around,” he added.  “If I didn’t have faith, I wouldn’t be working as hard as I am at this father thing and trying to make a life for her and me, and her son.”

 

Brad chuckled. “I never thought I’d see you in this role. Though I have to say you have bigger balls that I got.”

 

Jaxon returned the laugh. Other than Destiny, Brad is the only person that has known him in this form and seen the good and the bad with him, yet still standing by his side.

 

Yeah, who’d have guessed huh? He said. Look, I have to call and see where Devon is. I haven’t heard word from him either since practice started. Keep me up to date on Des and I’ll track down my boy on my end.

 

“Alright, Jax,” he said. “I’ll let you know if I hear anything or if she comes back.”

 

Sounds good, he said. Both men hung up the line and it was just the same silence that Jaxon had been living with for years now. Though he had finally begun to see the light at the end of the tunnel, it just took quite a bit of hard work to get to this point. To him, the work, the waiting, was all worth it.

 

 

* * *

 

 

She knew she had probably pushed already enough buttons with Brad that he was willing and ready to throw her to the curb and get out of the deal that he had personally made with Jaxon. Why not, she thought and asked herself. Everyone else had!  Her frustration grew even more after she bailed out of the driveway from the apartment and burned rubber down the road from their apartment. It was not something that the neighbors or the complex manager would enjoy seeing the next day.  But she'd had enough herself. She was tired of arguing! Tired of trying to

figure out and fix things alone! Plain and simply put, she was tired of feeling. She was already raw from losing her son and just getting over that, now Jaxon. She needed an escape from this world or at least this moment that she was in. Yet, there was nothing that she could do to help ease the pain of losing Jaxon.  She had contemplated a couple of things, but knew that they would only make matters worse.

 

She did have a resolution that had been offered to her several times since her and Jaxon had gotten together. Jaxon insisted that he would take care of her and she wouldn't have anything to worry about any more. She honestly felt like that he had the question and answer to everything for her.  Only at this point today, did it feel that the time had come for her to step back into her old shoes and let things be as they should have been five years ago. That maybe Jaxon didn't know, after all the answer to everything. He should have just left her alone that night and let her keep dancing.  Why did he have to be such a....man!

 

She had to stop thinking about the past. She knew that Drake had kept her old things at the club. He might as well, since he uses her costumes sometimes for his own shows. Only thing is, she didn't have any make-up and she hadn't taken care of herself lately with all the stress she had been through. Those couple extra pounds that had started to protrude from her jeans was not the least bit attractive.

 

However, after a few weeks of training, she would be back in shape. She also had several ideas on a couple of tattoos and piercings that she wanted to get. She dared anyone to stop her. First, she needed to make a couple of calls before the bank closed to transfer funds into her personal, private account that no one knew about. Not family or close friends. Only Drake knew.  Drake

was the drag-mom that she never had. And Des could always count on him for anything she ever needed.

 

She even thought over changing her hair color, however, blonde nor brown, neither was a personal favorite. But fiery red would be really different and would reflect her new mood of Rage! She sped the car up to 85 miles now going along the country road from her apartment and to the interstate heading towards the Southern Jersey shore. Unfortunately, the long drive may dampen her mood some, but the pain of her loss will always be there. That was for certain.

 

She scrambled blindly around in the glove box of her car for the spare phone that Jax had placed in there many moons ago and called her bank.  She had to make the funds transfer before Brad decided that he would take over things and mess up her current plans. With her mood and attitude towards him, she could care less what he does with the money or business. She just wanted away from it all.

 

In the back of her mind, she chuckled at the idea of what her psycho-therapist would think of her now. Actually, she didn't care. She wanted to throw the book, the journal, and that stupid smile that he had every time that she showed up, right back in his face. She had made several small attempts to want to just ring his neck and other evil sadistic things to him. However, she could just sense that he'd have the cops on her quicker than she could jump back over the desk to leave.

He was just guilty looking enough to do that. Then, again, what did she know.  She barely even got a look at his actual face it was always masked in the shadows of his office. He always kept himself hidden from her. Yet he wanted her to confide in him and let herself be open.  Not a chance, she screamed inside her own mind.

 

After making the calls to her bank to confirm via automated system that the funds were transferred, she set about calling an old friend. She dialed Drake's old number to see if he was even there. If not, he would definitely be at the club.  Which she was right, he was at the club and would be more than glad to put his wanna-be star as a backup to an old favorite. It put a bitter smile upon Destiny’s face that she’d be returning back to the old life. Bitter that she had to come to this point to want to go back, but a smile that so few would see. It was a sinister smile with a devious plan behind it. With Drake making room for her to come in and dance at the club, he was also making arrangements for her to come and stay with him as long as she needed. She would have a bed to lie in and a pillow to rest her head on.  It wouldn’t be her bed, but it would be a bed nonetheless.

 

 

*  *  *

Devon had finally come home and Jaxon was getting them both settled in for the night until the phone rang.

 

Brad was back on the line. "Hey bro, sorry about bothering you this late, I do think you need to hear this.

 

"What, Brad?" he said concerned now more than ever considering the time of night it was

 

“Remember the Pink Calico?" he asked.

 

"Yes...why?" he said cautiously. "Well, that was Bobby, the bouncer there. And well, their main performer is back for a live show, tonight," stated Brad.

 

"I'll be damn, she's back.  What in the hell got into her this time?" said Jaxon more to himself than

Brad.

"I dunno bro, doesn't sound good to me," he stammered on, but Jaxon started fading him out. "Umm, Brad, meet me here at my place. I need you to watch Devon for me. I've got some work

to do. An hour sound good?" said Jaxon, as he struggled to get up from the couch and to the back bedroom.

 

"Yea, sure, what you got in mind?" he asked. “I have a feeling that things just got sped up, unless I can think of something quick after I get to the Pink Calico. Tell you more when you get here, unless Devon beats you here first. Bye," said Jaxon as he slammed the phone down in the

cradle before Brad had time to speak again .I'll be damned if she's not trying her old stunts again, he thought. I just hope this is her final curtain call.

 

*  *  *

Brad had arrived not long after Devon had gone to bed.  Jaxon had talked to Devon and let him know that he had an emergency he had to attend to and would be back before morning, hopefully. He’d checked in on Devon several times before he felt safe enough to leave. He always did his best to spend as much time that he could with Devon. He loved Devon as if he were his own, even though he knew he never would be by blood. Devon was not like him or Destiny. After a long mature discussion, Devon knew that his mother and Jaxon would never be like him.  He was mature enough to accept Jaxon for who he was as a person and not as a

vicious monster that everyone made them out to be. He just had yet to talk to his mother. To see her as she was, that she didn’t want to lose him and have him taken away from her like he had been.  It was not ever her choice; she lost her choice when his father took him from her.

 

Jaxon planned on taking the sportster out this night. He needed to get to the Pink Calico quickly and at this point did not care if Des recognized neither it nor him tonight. While Brad had begun to play video games, Jaxon had gone into the bedroom and bathroom. He shaved,

 

washed the funky hair dye out of his hair, and dressed in his club outfit. Looking in the mirror at his black denim jeans, his leather vest that pressed firmly to his chest, he gave himself a nod of approval.  He had slipped out the back door so that Devon wouldn’t get any strange ideas of what Jax might be doing in case he came out from his room.  Devon already questioned what Jax did as a living.

 

 

Jaxon stared in a daze at the road as he drove. A blank look crossed his face. He would have to find a way to get into that club.  If Des was that pissed and they didn’t know him, it would be less of a pain to get in without being conspicuous. He hadn’t even turned on the radio yet as his mind was racing with many things. He didn’t want this plan to happen so soon, yet it seemed like

never was ever soon enough for him. He wanted simply to hold her, let her see him, know that he had not stopped caring for her.  Not stopped searching for her or her son and even upon his own deathbed, would never stop being there for her.

 

All these thoughts raced through his mind, the time they’d spent together, the memories, the history that they had made.  Some of it was bad, but for the most part it was all good.

 

Jaxon sped up the car to make quick time for the time that Destiny had ahead of him. The last thing he wanted her to do was revert back to her old ways of acting and thinking. It was a dangerous road she would travel on and Jaxon would not let her make that same mistake again. At least not with what she was, who she was, and what she was capable of doing now.  She has many more powers that she could use in a sabotaging way that she didn’t have before. All this flashed before his eyes as he drove over the speed limit faster than he thought he’d be able to trek by foot.

 

He had to keep thinking positively, remembering what she’d told him, what bottom she’s had struck, and what kind of hole she had to dig herself out of just to make even a small name for herself. Destiny was his world alone; he would die yet again to save her.

 

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Part One Destinys’s Past: Chapter One

Part One Destiny’s Past

Chapter One

 

 

The early morning sunlight slowly crept along the hard wood floor and gently tickled along the lightly colored blanket and onto her eyes.  She felt the sharp sting of the light ravage at her closed eyes.  She grumbled and turned over onto her other side with her back to fight against the morning sun.  However, when she turned over, her hand played along a warm bare chest and her head nuzzled into the soft pliable chest.  Her low detesting grumbles subsided as fingers ran through her hair slowly.

 

The quiet and cool air in the room was soon broken up with sounds of cooing and murmuring from the baby at the foot of the bed who had also been woken up by the morning light.

 

Destiny lifted up and looked at the month old stirring in the bed and then looked at Dominic who had his eyes closed but was still brushing his fingers through her hair.  She leaned forward and kissed his lips lightly savoring the flavor of him upon her lips for a brief moment.  She sat up and picked up the t-shirt that had been thrown to the floor the night before and slipped it on.

 

Pulling her hair out of the shirt and looking at the sleeping male form still lying in bed partially covered by the blanket she’d just been enveloped by, she shook her head and walked to the foot of the bed to peer at the happy and apparently very awake little boy in the crib.  He looked up at her with the same dazzling green eyes that reflected that of the father’s. 

 

 

She reached down and picked him up and carried him over to the cushioned rocking chair by the small apartment window overlooking the suburbs of their new living arrangements.  She gave a small soft smile as she sat down and lifted the tail of her shirt up to begin to feed the baby boy.  She rocked gently with him as he let his tender hand lie upon the middle of her chest.

 

She closed her eyes as she took in this precious moment she’d been waiting for with what felt like months.  It now seemed like all her dreams had come true.  The alarm buzzed on the night stand next to Dominic.  He let one of his hands flail wildly about trying to hit the snooze button, but failing as it was just out of reach.  He turned over after sitting up and hitting it finally and curled back under the covers hiding his face from the bright light.

 

“We need curtains, Destiny”, he replied his voice slightly muffled by the blanket.

 

A smile curled at the tips of her lips and she gave a soft laugh.  “Okay”, she replied back softly.

 

He uncovered his face, looked at the clock, and huffed.  He looked over at Destiny who was rocking the baby and shook his head.  Seriously?  Just sit there, he mumbled nearly incoherently.

 

His mumbling had Destiny open her eyes and look in the direction that he’d gone in.  She swallowed hard and hoped she’d heard wrong.  She too was still partially asleep and exhausted from moving into their new apartment.

 

The baby had drifted back to sleep as it’s feeding ended, she stood up and placed him back in bed and peeped around the doorway into the bathroom seeing the light on.  She looked around the room and gathered her clothes and dress. 

 

Lack of sleep, moving, and unpacking had Destiny yawning as she slipped into her sandals and walked down the hallway to the kitchen.  She looked into the bathroom and noticed the Dominic was looking in the mirror as he finished dressing and cleaning himself.  She looked at the clock in the kitchen and realized just how early it was.  It was six a.m. and she felt like she’d already spent a day working or in school.  She looked over at the unfinished homework from last night lying on the counter.  She fixed some coffee and looked in the bare fridge for something to fix for breakfast.  She gave a sigh and closed the door.  She pulled a breakfast bar from the cabinet instead. 

 

She came to the quick realization that living on their own is going to be apparently harder than she’d imagined.  They’d put all their savings into a deposit and to turn on the utilities and first month’s rent.  This left nothing for them to buy for food for the month, let alone a week.  She was going to have to pull a couple of extra shifts at the gas station for food.

 

Dominic came down the hallway and grabbed his bag that was draped over the kitchen chair.  She looked up at him and smiled.

 

“Looks like I’ll be working over time tonight to get some food for us,” she commented. 

 

She poured him a cup of coffee and scooted the jar of sugar and a small cup of milk towards him.  He gave a shrug and disregarded it.

 

“Okay,” he said.  “Then get some food.”

 

He looked in his bag and pulled out his wallet and tucked it in the back of his pants pocket.  He walked to the door and opened it.

 

“Have supper ready,” he said.  “I’ve got work right later.”

 

He exited the apartment not giving Destiny enough time to find out when and what he wanted.  She’d opened her mouth to say Good-bye, but was halted by the closing of the door.  The loud sound woke up the slumbering baby in the bedroom.

 

“Well,” she said and headed to the bedroom to console the startled baby.  The slamming door had put the once sleeping baby into a crying fit.  His cries deafening as Destiny entered the room.  She quickly reached the crib and lifted the baby up and into her arms, resting his head upon her shoulder as she coddled him and walked about the room.

 

Shh, now Devon, she whispered to him.  Shh.

 

She walked down the hallway towards the sitting area and turned on the radio.  The loud, blaring music startled Destiny but apparently soothed the baby as he calmed down along with Destiny’s movements.

 

She was about to change the station when she realized that the baby was calmer.  Hmm, she said to the consoled infant.  Walking away from the radio, she gave a soft sway to her hips as she headed back to the kitchen to grab her own cup of coffee and carefully sip from it.  She took the other coffee cup sitting on the counter and emptied it into her own cup refilling it and fixing it the way she liked it.

 

The song on the radio was one she’d heard and listened to with her other friends before and after school.  That was before she’d gotten pregnant and had Devon.  She was the envy of the school for having snagged Dominic, star basketball player.  Now, with school, and being a parent she was less the envy and more a joke. 

 

Destiny had already been through years of struggling to be the star in her father’s eye, so this change with her classmates was nothing new.  Her father thought even less of her, but her mother was another subject.  Destiny and the new baby were the center of her whole world now.  She was a grandmother and much to her husband’s displeasure she helped Destiny and her grandchild whenever they needed it. 

 

Destiny was glad that she had her mother’s help as well as from Dominic’s family.  Help from the Wong’s was not something she had expected or predicted, but they set them up with this apartment near their home, furniture, and a car for her and the baby.  She’d had some reservations, but knew that she and Devon were not welcome in the home she grew up in and felt comfortable and safe.  Instead, now as she looked about the apartment, she still had a pang of doubt, but took it for adjustment into this new life of being a mother.

 

She’d walked around the room when she looked at the clock and realized that time was passing quick.  She had to get ready.  It was her senior year and Dominic had already graduated and was taking classes during the day and working at his dad’s company afterwards.  He’d yet to determine what he wanted to specialize in. 

 

The baby had calmed enough that she could dress him to take him to Dominic’s mother to watch for the day while they were in school and worked.  She then began to dress herself for school and gather her things as well. 

 

She took one look around to make sure everything was off and locked up safe and sound as she headed out the door.  Getting them both in the car, she carefully pulled out of the parking space and headed towards the Wong residency.

 

 

*   *   *

 

She’d pulled into the circular driveway and pulled to the side.  Putting the car in park, she looked up at the expensive 2 story house that had the nicely kept yard and landscaping and was still amazed about it.  She was equally surprised by the reactions and actions of the Wong’s.  She’d never really gotten to know them until Dominic and her had announced to them that she was expecting.  It was a mix of surprise, joy, but something else that Destiny could not quite put her finger on.

 

The Wongs, much like the Kessingers was rather well off in this town.  Though Destiny was of the Kessinger household, her father had disowned her several times.  The only claim or doings she had was with her mother and her aunt.  Lynna was the youngest sister to Destiny’s mother.  She was also the backbone the set not only Destiny, but her mother straight.

 

Devon was sleeping soundly in the car seat as she peered into the backseat.  Dominic’s mother was standing in the doorway waiting for her.  She could see the anxiety she had standing there so she hurried to get out of the car and bring Devon to her.  Unbuckling the car seat with wildly shaken fingers, she pinched herself with the buckle and idly mumbled a cursing of her own keeping her tone down to not wake Devon.

 

She’d pulled the car seat out and Mrs Wong had already walked down the steps and to the car.  Off you go, she said quickly taking the car seat and baby from her.  Late for school.

 

She tucked the blanket up in the blanket and dashed back into the house closing the door behind her.  Destiny stood for a few minutes as she watched her baby being taken into the house.  Her heart pitter-pattered for a moment, a gnawing at the back of her mind had her shaking her head to rid of the thoughts that were gathering.

 

She shook her wrist to turn the watch around and realized she was close to being late.  Maybe she had a point, she said and got back into the car closing the door and looking once more at the shadowy dark lit house as she pulled out and headed to school.

 

As she drove to school she sent a message to her Aunt and mother to meet her after school at the restaurant that she worked at, she wanted to talk.  She looked back in her rearview mirror and shook her head again.

 

I must need more sleep, she said to herself as she drove.  Mrs. Wong had not been curt like she was, then again, Destiny didn’t know much.  She barely knew the Wong’s with the exception of what Dominic had told her.

 

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Part 2: Chapter 1 - Jaxon's Death

He stepped out onto the foggy streets from the tavern, pulling a crushed pack out of his coat pocket and lit up his last cigarette, throwing the empty pack in the trash barrel next to the exit of the building. The bright full moon cascaded its light upon the lowering fog and opaque clouds in the dark velvety sky and illuminating the pavement that he began walking down from the pub. He looked down the bustling streets and crowded sidewalks that were still wet from the heavy rain earlier that evening. Sprinkles continued to fall from the sky, dotting his long, black trench coat as he walked on. Wrapping it around him to cover his tight leather pants and black shirt that clung to every muscle on his chest, he looked at the people walking into the building that he just left. He pinched the filter end of the cigarette and puffed the smoke out, exhaling the toxic fumes and finally breathed a long drawn out relaxed sigh. Looking at the street lit storefronts; he turned the corner from the bar and continues on his way.

Exhausted by the natives and their visitors walking in, trailing with them the clamor from the ongoing parties, he decided to head back to his hideaway. As a group of people walked by him, they gave him odd and fearful looks. He stared through them with his intense, piercing, dark eyes sensing all the emotions that he had at one time. The intensity that came from his eyes, the consciousness of others’ feeling , yet daring them each time to keep it inside and not to lash it

out at others. He smirked at their inhibited lifestyles and continued on. He flicked the cigarette into the running water along the crevice of the street and watched it slip into the water drain and out of sight

Feeling strange in this new structure and frame of mind, he was becoming quite accustomed to it and knew that it was something that he could grow into easily. Although it wasn’t what he was quite expecting, he still revered the change, be it for the better or worse. Although set in his thinking, he still treasured his instilled values and beliefs that he held dearly to his heart, or what was left of it. He knew what the emotions that they were feeling felt like, but now, he couldn’t really regret choosing to live this way. There was no emotion that he would have to deal with, he had tried to train himself to this life previously, after many failed attempts, but not until now could he actually fit the mold that he was looking for.

He continued on down the street and looked over at the mini-mart with the people coming and going in their cars and on foot, carrying out paper bags of booze, packs of cigarette, and other random things that could come from this establishment. Starting to head toward this small building, he could hear the faint sounds of the conversations with his keen hearing; he barely had time to cross the street until his mouth started hurting from the alien growth piercing into his lower gums. He turned his head in agony out of view of the people around and darted to a nearby dumpster where he hid and muffled his screams of pain.

 

Although he admired this dark life, something that he could only see from afar before, it was the only part that he couldn’t grow to like too well. The urges, he had to ignore them, even though it could mean his whole existence to not satisfy it. After the fangs went back into their casing, he continued on down the shadow filled alley between the towering buildings.

The shadows scurried around him as he jumped from the fire escape of the closest building after double checking for any intruders, to the top of the buildings and leaping with his new strength. Something he was very partial too during his former life, he was quite strong then, the acute strength was something else that he was very glad to obtain from his master. The moon showed the paleness of his firm, masculine face and the deep blackness of his eyes as he continued to leap across the roofs.

His long coat drifting behind him as the air whipped around him as he bounded across the rooftops. He drifted down briskly from a two-story building without any passersby noticing within minutes of leaving the bar. He tucked in his shirt and adjusted himself neatly before

turning the corner to the entrance of a dimly lit set of office buildings, containing a few residential apartments, but mostly unmarked offices of different trades, he finally walked up to the door that he was looking for. He dialed the code number to the door and brushed past the frosted pane windows and door after turning the knob.

He looked at the tall, slim lady leaning against the window frame looking out, one arm around her trim stomach, another making invisible smile with her thin fingers, upon the window. She heard his light footsteps approaching and stopped the childish drawings on the window, but continued staring out at the darkness from the picture window.

“Any news?” Destiny asked without having to even look in his direction.

 

“No, you?” Jaxon said and walked over to the desk and chair near her. He reached into the desk and pulled out the drawer and pulled out yet another empty cigarette pack. He pushed the drawer closed in frustration.

“Nope,” she said sarcastically and snickered at his remark and looked over at him. “Or I

 

wouldn’t have asked you?

 

Finally looking over at Jaxon, she smiled a wicked, evil grin. She walked over to the leather couch, lain down, and leaned her head back on the arm of the couch. He sighed a deep breath, she looked over at him once again, and “Surprised you could get out tonight. Kat didn’t have you locked in?” She giggled under her breath.

Looking at Destiny smugly, “Kat has no control over me, you know that. I just can’t let her know about you or this that we have going on. You…”

“Yeah, yeah,” she interrupted. “Guess that’s better than no excuse at all. Unfortunately, I

 

understand too well.”

 

“The bitch!” exclaimed the dark-haired female. He looked at her with her medium length hair falling over the edge of the arm of the couch, her bright blue eyes penetrating him as she stared at him fervently.

 

He looked over at her thin, yet slightly trim and muscular frame. He looked out the window that she had previously stood at and shook his head to restrain his thoughts of arousal. A sensual daydream was interrupted as she spoke.

“So what are we going to do tonight? No business and the phone hasn’t rang all evening, just go and hang out on the corner like a bunch of whores,” Destiny said as she sat up and clasped her hands together and looked in his direction past Jaxon, but not directly at him.

“Hmm, I do believe that I have a better idea than that,” he said and patted his leg for her to join him on his lap.

Walking over to Jaxon, Destiny got down on her knees in her black mini-skirt and barely buttoned blouse exposing a nicely filled pushup bra. She started unbuttoning his pants after undoing his belt and placed her hand upon his warm flesh that was hardening quickly from the warm air blowing over it from her breath. She wrapped her hand around it and ran her hand up and down the shaft slowly as she placed the head into her mouth. She felt him gasp as she ran her pierced tongue over the tip of his cock tracing a figure eight over it, teasing it feverishly.

He moaned and placed his hand upon her head and ran his fingers through her soft, dark, wavy hair. She looked up at him and smiled as she continued her task. She felt the jet propelled juices flow from his balls, as she gently squeezed them, up through the spine of his cock, and enter into her mouth. The warm juice satisfied one hunger, but another was still lacking. She eased up as she felt her fangs crawl out from under there covering. She smiled at him as they grew the rest of the way out. She turned her head trying to recover to normal, but to any avail, it didn't work.

“Damn, what do I do now?” Destiny said anxiously looking at him for advice.

 

“Shit if I know,” he said smartly. “Do like I do, scream like hell or just satisfy the need. You know that both of us are new at this, depends on which way you want to turn. I know about as much as you do!” he continued, as he looked away from her and down at the small pile of paperwork to be done lying to the side of his desk calendar.

“Jackass!” she said as she walked out the door and headed to the bathroom to run cool water over her tear-drowned eyes and faces to fix the dilemma.

Jaxon watched her leave the room and looked at her hair and body sway to the certain walk she got after she met him, it was more than arousing, it was damn near too tough to ignore. It made him want to reach around her thin waist and pull her so close to him that she could feel every rippling muscle on his chest and the pulsating hard-on he had every time her smell tickled his nostrils as she walked into any room.

He fell in love with her the first time they laid eyes on each other. Destiny was so irresistible that he just had to re-introduce himself. He had met her through a favorite comrade of theirs. Afterwards, Jaxon and Destiny relied on each other and it was hard for either of them to

be apart from the other for any extended amount of time.

 

He had in more than one way, brought life into her dead soul. Trained her to live the life that she had so longingly needed to grasp and cling to. Now it was him that she clung to at night, either in the same bed or just in her deepest sexual dream. He had stood beside her for such a long time that he couldn’t begin dreaming what it would be like to live his immortal life without her. Her entire existence made his life whole once again. Their souls had met not once, but

many times, in the process of transformation and even in the romantic nights they spend together. It was only with her help he could escape the hell he had to cope with every day back in the rural area that they lived in.

Both living in the same city, it wasn’t hard for them to get together frequently, but it was where they were to be seen that was the problem. He loved showing her off and giving her the attention she so much needed, but because of his home life and the chains that he was bound to, he had to be careful where they were to portray their undying love for one another. It was her idea to start up this private investigator profession that lured her even closer into his cold heart. And it made it easier to be seen around without being questioned later on. He had another job working at a ritzy hotel in another nearby town; he didn’t have any job title, but was basically a

jack-of-all-trades for them. He had become part owner and manager just recently, which boosted up his pay.

He was distracted from thinking about this goddess of beauty when the phone rang. He looked at the phone furiously, knowing it might be her. Slowly picking up the phone, he placed it up to his ear to hear the soft tone on the other line.

“You busy?” said the female voice.

 

“Not in particularly Kat, what can I help you with?” he said, beginning to tap his pen on the desk.

“Umm, I think you should know that, Jaxon,” she replied.

 

“Yeah, but I’m at work, I can’t do that right now,” he said becoming impatient with Kat’s persistence.

“Well, you are in your private office at the bar, aren’t you?” she asked. “Maybe, you could at least fondle yourself. I am lying here on the bed in nothing but a robe. Your favorite

one.”

 

Jaxon hesitated, knowing that this wasn’t what he wanted, as well as knowing he had better proceed before Kat started complaining and threatening to come to the bar, where she would not find him at. He reached around and pulled off his coat without taking the phone away from his ear.

“Talk dirty to me, baby,” she said, her breathing becoming rapid as she manipulated her fingers about her furry mass.

“Kat, you know full well that when I’m at work I can’t do this, I do have a performance here in a few and I can’t attempt to step outside of my office with the aroma of old sex. John

 

might complain, especially since after my performance I have to tend to the doors and the dancers,” Jaxon said forcefully.

“But sugar, I’m in the mood and you aren’t here. I want you to fix it,” she pleaded.

 

He heard Destiny’s footsteps slowly approaching and knew she would hate to see him on the phone with her. He tried to quickly get off the phone with Kat before Destiny walked into the door, but it never failed that she always walked in at the oddest times, in particular when he was talking to Kat.

When Destiny returned from the bathroom, she noticed that he had taken off his trench coat and was talking on the phone. He turned around and showed her a sour smile and motioning his hand for her to sit. She automatically knew what that meant. The bitch, the female that was keeping her and him from being together and their true happiness. There was nothing that either of them could do at this moment. That would soon be fixed, as they would delve deeper into the mystery of Kat’s life and past. He knew enough at this moment, that he could leave with some dignity, but needed more information to get away from her with more than just sheer pride. They were planning on putting her through enough torture she wouldn’t know if she were in hell or not. Something that the strongest immortal couldn’t imagine, or would even think about on a bad day.

Destiny couldn’t specifically tell what he was talking to Kat about; he was talking in one of his low tones again, that only if you were on the other end of the line could you hear him. She really liked it when he talked to her on the phone like that, it meant more than one thing, that he was in the mood and that she was his target for the evening.

Destiny could remember the first time that they had met. It was a point in her life when everything and everyone didn’t matter. And was by sheer coincidence that he stepped into her life before she finally attempted another suicide. He was her spirit and she was eternally grateful for his help. Jaxon showed her that there was life after love and that she could walk away with something other than a stab in the back and several lies.

He had looked over one final time before hanging up with Kat, as he finally persuaded her that he would be home early enough tonight that they could be together, unless John needed him for something after close up. Jaxon would make up something, then call John and have him to cover for him if she happens to call on his cellular phone in his Jeep.

Jaxon looked over at Destiny and shook his head as he stood up and walked over to her. She had sprawled out on her stomach on the couch and had laid her head on the cushion as she watched him finish up the conversation with Kat.

“Well?” she said looking at him questioningly.

 

“Do we have to get into this again?” he said placing his hand upon her back and rubbing it over her blouse, feeling the tension in her back “What have you been doing that you are so tense, sweetie?” he asked looking down at her.

 

She looked up at him and smiled brightly saying, “Wouldn’t it be better to say, what I

 

have not done to relieve my tension.”

 

He leaned down over her and kissed her cheek, then her lips. He tasted the freshly applied cherry lip-gloss and inserted his tongue into her mouth. They wrestled with each other’s tongue until the phone rang. They froze for a moment, laughing, and then he stood up and answered the phone and looked at her grinning.

He looked down at the caller id on the phone and picked it up, “Hello, Dark Angels Section 3, Jaxon speaking,” he said business-like. He looked over at Destiny and smiled intriguingly as he took notes and continued talking to the person on the phone.

She sat up excitedly and tried listening to his conversation to see if they were going to have a setup job or if she needed to get her zoom infrared camera for night pictures. She really liked getting into the nitty-gritty of peoples’ secret lives. It especially helped when her life was beginning to get boring, which with Jaxon, she never found to be a problem.

He placed the phone back in its stand and grabbed his coat and headed out the door. She stood up looking oddly at the closing door that Jaxon just passed through. He came back to the door and opened it, peeping through at her. “Well, you just going to sit there like a corpse whore or what?” he said sarcastically and continued back at the door.

Yelling at him through the glass walls and door as she grabbed her jacket and followed behind him, “Do I need the camera?”

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Part 2 Before Jaxon's Death: Chapter 2

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Part 2 Before Jaxon's Death: Chapter 3

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