Mistress Amphere and David travelled in silence, David sniffed and sobbed a little continually wiping his nose on his sleeve and rub his red eyes. She was stone face, brooding and very very angry. The traffic was very light; they arrived outside the Blue Parrott Cafe far quicker than either of them would have liked. Gliding into a parking space the car came to rest and She turned off the ignition, they sat in silence, neither wanting to break the moment.
"I'm sorry David" she whispered, her hand caressing his wet check, "We've got time, leave it with me, I'll talk her round, promise".
David shook his head, slowly; resigned, beaten, "No you won't, thanks but you won't be able to, not her, no way; no how". Briefly he smiled with a lost little boy look entwined with a dry rye expression of regret and resignation. "You've been amazing" he stammered, followed by a horse, "Be lucky Goddess, Mistress, you deserve luck, bags and bags of it".
He tried to leave, desperate to escape the long gut wrenching goodbye full of emptiness and what ifs. She remonstrated with him, almost pleading; begging for him to fight on, not to give up. Finally they ended up in the Cafe, steam and over boiled veg mixed with mildew and late autumns damp assailed their nostrils. Mugs of tea were dumped down; these left untouched; unwanted. They sat in silence, nothing more to say, nothing more to do except bid each other farewell, this was the one thing neither could do. The door opened, the door bell dinged and tinged and a heavy dark shadow cast over them. It was of course Mistress Blackstock, calm, assured and as usual totally in charge of the situation. Finally with a last distraught look Mistress Amphere left when bidden, anger stamped across her face in large clear brail. Mistress Blackstock took her place, glanced at the stale drink and pulled a face.
"Here's you belongings boy, guns loaded, ready to go". She nodded to the floor where unnoticed to David she had rested a sandy coloured holder on the floor. David briefly glanced at it, uncaring and dismissive. He looked at her struggling not to lower his eyes, then he pleaded, argued, begged, finally he shouted out in frustration before just sitting in graveyard silence. The few patrons within were now all looking directly at the pair while attempting to appear to be looking elsewhere. Excitement and gossip always welcome.
Placing her elbows on the chipped grimy table she rested her chin on the back of her hands. The look of the snake as it takes in its prey set on her face, the eyes of steel gleaming with anticipation. David could see she was enjoying the moment, no he thought not enjoying, far more than that, savouring, tasting, devouring his helplessness, his crushing loss of hope, of life. "Cheer up boy, you've got two weeks, go and have a nice holiday, Ibiza should suite you, hot and shallow; just like you!".
Negatively shaking his head David countered "Your wrong, I've change, you said so yourself, why kill me, why?".
"Because I can" came the cat like reply, "Because you deserve it, oh yes I agree you've changed, but not enough, the beer proved that to me, no beers; live, drink beers, deceitful little shit die". Leaning forward she hissed in a whisper "You were sent to help Penney, oh yes you did, but you also took the Michael, you cannot be trusted, not fully, so you die, that's it, don't complain, don't cry; just go away and wait for me to kill you". Her tongue flicked the blood red lips, just once with the tip of her pink tongue. David slumped his head resting on the table, the door was opened and another ding rang out. He didn't look up, well he didn't look up until a familiar voice silkily said "You lying shit". David righted himself, looked up and gazed into Cathys smiling eyes.
"Hello David, you look remarkable well for someone who's dead, Mmmmmm let me guess my beloved Aunt, who it appears likes mugs of builders tea, fibbed a little, well a lot in fact, didn't you?". Cathy shot the question; arrow loosed from a longbow, hard, fast, direct.
Emilia raised her eyes meeting Cathys and deflected the arrow, "He's mine, it's of no real concern to you despite what you think, I have priority over him and he dies when I choose, when I want, where I want, how i want. So go home and sulk if you must, despise me if you need to, it's for your own good....... he, this". She waved a dismissive hand at him, "Is not good enough for you, dragged up in the back streets of London, how can you love him, you don't know him, you fool".
Cathys face went red, she began to shake, adrenaline pumping into her system, then the torrent spewed forth. What she said, afterwards she couldn't remember but as she finally dried up and the room went quiet the other customers began to clap and even cheered briefly. Mistress Blackstock coldly looked round the room, each punter stilled into stone as her gaze met theirs. Finally she looked back at Cathy "Fine, you've made you point, so be it, enjoy him you've got two weeks then he's mine". Then without another work she rose, almost tripped over the bag, walked in the stilled shouting vacuum that cried out from the walls and left. For some reason the door bell didn't work, only David notice. Cathy grabbed David hugging him as tight as tight could, ownership and dominance in equal measure.
Eventually they sat gazing; that your mine forever look that young lovers have, Cathy reached under his top and twisted a nipple, she looked at his crotch and then smiled into his eyes and said "My Mothers going to cane the shit out of you, you pulled outside our house and didn't say hello, oh yes" She continued as she put her other hand over his protesting mouth, "Then I'm going to cane you and then I'm going to rape you and Emilia can sod off, your mine, for keeps, for ever, do understand slave?".
David nodded, he understood and he began to smile and then laughed, he belonged.
One thing worried him about Cathy; she did seem to swear a lot, what would Wendy say, and deep down he couldn't help feeling that Mistress Blackstock would not let go of him. But for now he had only eyes and thoughts for Cathy.
They spent that first glorious night in his flat, Cathy did him, had him, consumed him, enjoyed him. And David loved it, even the painful bits, as he found out a Mistress on heat can play rough.
Afterwards she cuddled him and they talked about events, there were no lies, there was just.......them and the universe stopped.
Late the following morning they took a train home.
It was a few days and two bouts of the cane later that a naked David was washing up in Wendy's kitchen when the front door bell rang, the melody sang. David dried his hands and moved quickly to the door, on opening it he saw Mistress Bevan. As she looked at him she raised an eyebrow, David stepped back into the Hall. Mistress Bevan walked in, David shut the door; then dropped into three kissed her feet, left than right before moving into two. With a brief "Thank you boy, announce me" She seated herself on the green leather high backed chair and started to remove her black gloves. David hurried to find Wendy.
Shortly afterwards David was knelt by Cathys side, the three Ladies were seated around the kitchen table, the bone china rattled. "Well there you are, that's how it is, I'm sorry".
Wendy responded to Mistress Bevan. "The High Coven Council, she must have taken leave of her senses, what is she doing, this is madness, no one goes to the High Council over a boy, my sister is bereft of any common sense!" Her steel eyes narrowed, "Right if she wants a fight she's got one, with me!".
Mistress Beven closed her eyes, Good Goddess she thought this is going to get messy, she must not miss a moment. David looked at Cathy, she looked back and smiled weakly, his hand reached for hers.
The battle lines drawn, the time and date set.
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