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"Avon." She spoke the name even before she turned to face the man: this spectre returned from out of her past.
Black. Gleam of leather, silver and sidearm. Quick gleam of tooth. He was leaner than she had remembered him, with a certain gauntness of cheek that augmented the haunted look in his eyes.
"It's late. I'm going to take a bath," she stated with cool nonchalance. "Why don't you join me?"
"Did I ever remark on how beautiful you are when you're angry?" Blake tried to tease him back from his sudden savagery.
"You only want me for my money," Avon, surprisingly, matched his playfulness.
"Just like I only love you for your mind." Blake's tone belied the tease.
Faced with this new earnestness, Avon felt a sudden flush of pleasure and, faintly embarrassed at the feeling, rolled away onto his back.
"On what?" It was obvious how much she enjoyed the rough texture of the subtle torture he so carefully inflicted. But he knew, now, that nothing he did for her would ensure his survival.
"Oh how well you please me." Do you know that is a lie? Do you know that you are dead even as you make love to me?
He made her no answer, only leered at her contemptuously and applied himself to the task she set.
For her part, Servalan indulged in a private fantasy in which Avon loved her; and died at the moment of ecstacy, her stiletto plunged into the spinal cord at the base of the brain. I would like that, my love, to be the last moment of exult in your life.
Avon dodged over to him, furious at being left behind, furious at the senselessly heroic chance his friend had just taken, furious over the whole messy affair. "They're all dead, Blake! All of them!" he cried, dangerously near hysteria. "Your senseless charge got all of them killed! Are you satisfied now? Or do you want us both dead, too?"
Last changed on 20th of August 1998