The story of the FALLEN

21.Blue Lagoon

Tammy and Zack come back from their visit to Opus Die in a foul mood. The organisation just got another bad mark in his ledger. He was one wrong move away from pulling his inquisitor badge. He just might do it tomorrow. Those “know it all” idiots didn’t even let them in. They denied everything and basically slammed the door in his face. They can thank Tammy that they still have a door. If she hadn't pulled him back, he would have obliterated the door and the arrogant guy behind it.

She glares at Garry. The guy is flicking through Netflix and looks miserable. What the hell happened here while they were gone? And where is everyone else? Zack is half decided to just send everyone away and lock himself in his room for a decade. She can read him like an open book right now. That’s not good.

“Where’s everyone?” Tammy inquires.

“Don’t know.” Garry shrugs. “Nakir said he’ll be right back. I have no idea where Layla and Simon are.”

“When did Nakir say that?” Zack wonders. She has a bad feeling about it. Did he ditch his charge for the club?

“About an hour after you left.” Garry says. “I really thought he would be back by now.”

“Damn! I knew it.” Zack exclaims.

“I’ll go fetch him, but you owe me one.” Tammy scoffs. “Come on, Garry. You’re driving.”

“Why me?” Garry wonders. “I didn’t know I was supposed to keep him here.”

“Not that. I don’t drive.” Tammy chuckles. “And Nakir won’t be walking. We still have to sober him up by the time you meet that priestess.”

“So you know where he is?” Garry asks her. He’s walking next to her, looking at the keys she gave him. He might just faint and she wonders what that is about.

“The Blue Lagoon club. We have to get him out of there with minimum fuss. I hope he got what he needed. He might be cranky if he didn’t, and you don’t want to see him like that.” She answers, but adds on: “What’s wrong with the keys?”

“A Bentley? You want me to drive that?” He gapes at her.

“Are you a bad driver?” She asks him. “We need the extra space in the back. Besides, the bouncers know the car.”

“Well… I was never near a Bentley.” Garry admits to her.

“It’s a car, like all others. Just with more space.” Tammy shrugs. She likes the human. Now, she thinks that ,maybe, so does Nakir. Is that the problem? Did Nakir form an attachment? Or is this a simpler case of lust? Nakir doesn’t differentiate. If it walks and breathes, it’s fair game. Garry doesn’t strike her as gay or bi.

Garry drives her to the club with no further question. He knows the way around London without navigation. She is thinking if she should prepare Garry for what he’s about to see. The detective is not squeamish. He probably saw it all. Or maybe not? She has no idea where Nakir will go in his little escapades. Especially if Garry is the reason for this latest club visit. She is just preparing to say something when they come to a full stop close to the club entrance.

“Will you bribe the bouncer to watch the car?” Garry asks her.

“Why? It’s a freaking Bentley. Nobody will breathe around the car, let alone touch it. The bribe will be dependent on what Nakir did this time.” She shakes her head. “Maybe you should stay here?”

“Why? I have been in this club before.” Garry raises an eyebrow at her. He’s got guts to question her? Maybe he can handle Nakir?

“Come then.” She shrugs. “I just have to warn you. Nakir has a very weird taste.”

“In alcohol?” Garry scoffs. “I have seen drunk people do some very strange things.”

“Nakir mixes his alcohol with human blood.” She whispers. “If we’re lucky, his playthings will walk out of here on their own. If not? Well, good thing you’re a cop.”

“Play things?” Garry looks at her surprised.

“Yeah. He has a rule. Don’t repeat.” She smiles. “And he doesn’t mind any living thing, human or otherwise.”

“Is he a vampire?” He asks quietly.

“No. He’s just different. Everything is food for him. Including s*x. He gets energised. His magic is stronger and so are his urges. But he hasn’t killed a human in decades. We probably don’t have to worry about that.”

“Good to know. I don’t want to end up dead for disturbing him.” He smiles back at her. The detective is pleasing to the eye. A bit rough around the edges, but in good shape. He’s not old either. She has to find out what Nakir wants with the guy. They don’t nab each other's interests.

The bouncer at the door only nods to her. They all know why she’s here. Nobody creates any illusions about it. She marches straight for the stairs. Nakir never hangs out on the main floor. He’s probably at the top bar. They would open that level just for him during daytime hours. He brings in good money, not to mention that when word gets around he’s here, people flock to the club in masses. She gets stopped at the last checkpoint before the VIP area. That never happened before.

“Sorry.” The bouncer grimaces. “Niki said that I can’t let any of his siblings through. But the guy behind you can go. He looks just different enough that he might be interesting.”

“What?!” Tammy exclaims. She can’t believe the audacity of this guy. “Do you have a death wish? I can’t let Garry go alone. Niki would eat him for lunch.”

“It’s fine, Tammy.” Garry nods. “Just tell me what I have to do.”

“Not a good idea.” She shakes her head. She can’t be responsible for the detective’s death. Who knows what state Nakir is in? He might do something stupid.

“Oh, come on. He likes me. He saved my life. He could have let me die.” Garry tells her quietly when she pulls him to the side.

“The problem is that he likes you too much.” Tammy tells the truth. “I think he’s infatuated with you. In a sober state, he won’t say anything. We can all see you’re not gay. So, go up there at your own risk. I can’t protect you, if I stay behind.”

-/-/-

Nakir glances around his impromptu private party. He has a good reputation here. The VIP bar was opened just for him. He told the bouncer to let every good looking girl through, a few guys to spice things up, but not his siblings. He needs some time just for himself. He has to clear his head. The few seconds of his visit back home were enough to rattle him to the bones. He hasn’t told the others what hell realm the portal leads to. He should have. But the words lodged themselves in his throat. He couldn’t bear to say it. He sealed his faith when he sided with Lucifer. They were banished from Heaven and Hell. All hell realms are off limits for them. The others are not missing a single thing, but he misses his home. The fact that he can’t ever go back there weighs heavily on his mind.

And that is exactly the thing he is here to forget. He is not supposed to think at all. He downs his whisky spiced with blood he syphoned off of the nearest girl. They think it’s kinky, but by morning they will forget ever seeing it. Drinking directly from them is preferable. So why not? It’s a private party. He’ll just turn it into an orgy. It’s been ages since he participated in one. He smiles at the first girl that turns his way. Then he pulls a few of her friends with her to the centre of the floor. No dancing, even if it might seem that way. The girls are in trance. He dropped the glamour an hour ago. His sharp features and midnight black hair stand out in the lights. He sends a bolt to one of the reflectors and short circuits it. The lighting needs to be a bit less for what he has in mind. The strobing white light is just enough to pierce the darkness.

The girls surrounding him are excited to be selected. They all compete for his attention. He will give them something in return. His long coat lands on the floor first. He might feel sorry for the leather, but he prefers that to the cold tiles. He takes two girls down with him. Kissing and gently biting them. Their moans attract a few more to his little game. He wonders what guy will be bold enough to join. He is in the mood for variety today. He doesn’t need to arrange the girls. They are spurred on by a few kisses placed here and there. Their hands are all over him. They will do all the work for him if he lets them. But he has to be in charge. A little bite is fine, but no killing. He doesn’t need the mess.

The willing body under his hands rises up to meet his lips. He bites her gently before he plunges his c**k inside of her. He will turn her to another and make her lick the girl’s breasts. He likes to play kinky, but best of all is watching the girls turn each other on. His hands are busy pleasuring two more girls, but he has everything under control. He took some blood from four of them already. He’s high right now. He nicks the neck of the guy that joined the fun. It just got a bit more interesting. The guy has his n*****s pierced. He probably doesn’t know that pierced n*****s are the mark of s*x slaves in ancient Greece.

Nakir turns his attention on the guy and licks his skin just down the collarbone. A shudder shakes the guy. He likes it. The girls can still play along, but Nakir has his next f**k lined up. He re-arranges the players of his closest circle while he looks around. The whole floor is just one big orgy. His charm got everyone to play along. A smile pulls the corners of his lips up. He winks at the girl in front and sets her under his guy. He’ll take him while he f***s the girl. But the guy needs to be distracted just right. With another girl to suck on her t**s. And another that Nakir can lick and drink from.

He hasn’t had this much fun in centuries. The last was that grand orgy in Versailles. It’s much more fun now, without all those perfumed wigs. The natural hair of his f**k partner is dark, like the detective he longs for. He guesses that the next best thing will have to do. Garry is as straight as they come. It's a pity. He would be fun to conquer. Nakir shakes the thought away and licks his girl's breast. He plays with her folds and inserts two fingers. She is wet and dripping for him. He will finish her off fast. The guy is distracted enough for him to enjoy it. The vibe he got is consent. They are all here to have fun. The last coherent thought leaves Nakir’s mind as he rams his c**k into the guy’s ass. Tight, lustful, and oh, so good.

Nakir lifts his eyes to the newcomer and sucks his breath in. A flaw in his plan just showed up. He wasn’t thinking that Zack might send Garry to get him. Looking directly into the detectives eyes, as he f***s another man could be a turn on. But the look he gets back is not one of lust, but of shock. What? Did Garry think that angels are saints? They live, love and f**k, just as humans do. He just likes to have it spicy.

“Fun is over, boys and girls.” Nakir whispers. His words are clear for everyone. Their trans is broken and he sends them all packing. This is not a conversation for prying ears. He looks around for his own clothes and gets them handed to him by Garry.

“Tammy was right. I haven’t seen it all.” Garry murmurs.

“She’s here?” Nakir inquires. They wouldn’t have let Garry come alone. That is a risk Zack wouldn't take.

“Waiting downstairs.” Garry nods. “I don’t need an explanation. It’s none of my business. But I need you to sober up before we go see Siobhan.”

“Oh, for f**k’s sake! I would have been on time.” Nakir growls at Garry.

“Growling at me won’t solve anything.” The guy shakes his head. “I don’t play that way.”

“Would it kill you to try?” Nakir winks. “I can resurrect you.”

“No you can’t.” Garry smirks. “We’ll talk when you’re sober.”