“Hello, Alise. Imagine my surprise at finding you here of all places. I thought with your upbringing this kind of... establishment... would be beneath you. Your papa would not be pleased...” He stood over her, partly in shadow, acting as if he were scolding a naughty child. Alise would recognize the voice anywhere, the arrogant tone he used with almost everyone, the attitude that the world was his and women were just playthings.
She stands slowly, fear making her legs jelly and her mind slow to respond. Monty at the bar has a clear view of her face, and the total abject terror in her eyes. He nods to Patti and mouths “trouble”....
“Did you think I would really let you go so easily?” Jean-Marc looks her up and down as if judging a horse. “I must admit you look much better in modern dress. I very nearly did not recognize you. Your mother ruined my plans for you, and what delicious plans those were. But now there is no one to stand in my way. We can return to Paris..”
Alise shakes her head, “No, I am not going anywhere with you. Do not touch me...” and she jerks her arm away as he reaches out to grab her. Taking a step backwards, she backs into Raina, who had stood as soon as Alise did, nearly knocking her over. As the stranger steps into the light his face is visible to her for the first time. He has aged some, maybe just a few years. But the sense of entitlement was written all over him. He reaches for her again, and now Alise was afraid beyond reason, she calls to Stoney with her mind. He feels her panic and looks up to see Jean-Marc. Raina is keeping Alise behind her and pushing Jean-Marcs arm away..
Raina is almost overpowered by the feelings of rage and evil coming from this man. She positions herself between Alise and the stranger. She has the knife in her vest, but doesnt want Alise caught in the middle. Afraid Alise is frightened enough to bolt, she keeps a hand on her, not sure if any of the shifters are here with this one. If she runs that might be worse. Damn it to hell, this isnt going to end well...and could be a bloodbath before its over. Wishing she had brought at least one of her swords downstairs, whacking this guys head off with the broadsword would actually be most enjoyable..
When Jean-Marc sees the gargoyles coming towards the table, he raises his voice enough so that they can hear him. He wants nothing more at this time than to hurt Alise, and takes pleasure in the pain and horror he sees in her face.
“Well, well, so that's how it is. Tell me, are you fucking both of them or just the one I.. met.. once before? Pity I didn't kill him then. And pity you aren't still pure. You would have made me a pretty penny in Paris.. But now?...” and he shrugs his shoulders, “maybe not so much. Although I might still make good money selling your...shall we say services?....to my friends. They prefer to play in the dungeon, but since you arent noble any longer that shouldnt be a problem.. .Not that Americans have any idea about nobility... And come to think of it, werent you dead the last time I saw you? Hhmmm... we really need to do some catching up...”
Jean-Marc takes a step closer to Alise, and Raina matches him, not willing to let him any nearer than he already is, and never taking her eyes off him. what a perverted bastard. How the hell did Alise even get messed up with this one? If he grabs for her again he is going to be very, very sorry....did he say dead??
Jean-Marc continues, “Oh, my dear, that idea doesnt meet with your approval? I suppose you think you actually love this, this whatever he is. You cant really think he will stay with the likes of you. What kind of life do you think you would have? He wont marry you, my dear, he has already had you. And children, what kind of monsters would those be? But I might be willing to share some of my profits with him. Assuming he was the first one to fuck you, I suppose thats something.” Alise gasps, and starts to cry.
Jean-Marc smiles with enjoyment at the sight of her tears....
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