Thirty-Three…

Thirty-Three: Cruel Intentions

Contains some POV switches.

Also contains strong language and explicit sexual content.

Aubrey told Vaclav about Shawn’s transformation into a Shadow. Thusly, Vaclav knew the Shadows were behind the destruction of the talisman. They likely used Shawn as a pawn, allowing him to join their clan in return for the amulet.

The only reason Shawn wished to be a Shadow was simple: to get back at Vaclav.

It was only the beginning of Shawn’s retribution.

His small entourage in tow, Vaclav traveled to the Shadows’ lair.

Guards stood near the doors down the hall.

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“What do you want?” one of the guards snarled.

“I need to speak to your new leader.”

“Fuck off. You’ve no business being here.”

Vaclav stared at him; then demanded in a low growl: “let me in.”

The guard glared at Vaclav as he allowed them in.

Vaclav froze when he glimpsed the new leader…

“Shawn? You’re their new leader?”

“Have a seat, Vaclav.”

“This is impossible. How did you become leader?”

“I just did,” he hissed. “They needed a new leader, and they chose me.”

“By the way, they’re still not happy with you since you killed their last leader.”

“What did you do to the talisman?” he shouted, ignoring Shawn’s sarcasm.

“I didn’t touch it. The Shadows recruited a fledgling witch, who cast a spell on the amulet.”

“A witch?”

“They needed a new weapon after you took back Reznik. So they found a natural witch to replace him.”

“Her powers are weak. Reznik’s will be a lot stronger once he matures. But we’re in the process of harnessing the witch’s powers to make them stronger. We must keep up with the competition, you know.”

“I want this… witch to reverse the spell.”

“Um, no. Can’t do that.”

“You’re a selfish bastard. That talisman was to protect Aubrey.”

“Well that’s no longer any of my concern, is it?”

“It will be your concern soon enough,” he vowed.

He spun around and exited the room, pausing in the atrium.

“Somehow, we’ll have to track down the witch,” he began.

“Soon it will be time to declare war.”

A woman’s cries emanated from another room.

It was Aubrey’s grandmother.

The moon and stars migrated across the heavens. Meanwhile, Aubrey was sleeping at the manor.

She awakened slightly with the sound of the bedroom door closing.

Vaclav was home.

She heard his footsteps next to the bed, and then the sound of his zipper being undone.

The bed groaned as he laid on the mattress.

He climbed on top and began kissing her.

Eagerly, she returned his kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, rubbing between his shoulder blades; then down to his lower back.

Aubrey spread her legs as an invitation.

His kiss grew deeper, more urgent. Short, soft moans arose from his throat.

He reached for a condom and tore off the wrapper.

She closed her eyes as he reached for his erection.

She didn’t see the wrapper fall to the floor, nor the unused condom still inside.

Once he was inside her, she knew something was wrong.

Feels different. Why does it feel so different?

“You’re wearing that condom, right?” she asked.

“Of course,” he mumbled.

As she got more confused and suspicious, he rushed toward climax.

He came just as the real Vaclav entered the bedroom.

Looking quite shocked, Vaclav turned away from them.

Aubrey shoved Jakub off, but it was too late. She bolted upright and stared at Vaclav in disbelief.

Slowly, she rose from the bed and approached Vaclav.

Am I dreaming? Is this nightmare really happening? What… have I done?

Jakub quickly tugged up his boxers.

“I’m so sorry,” Aubrey cried holding Vaclav’s hand. “I—I didn’t know it was him… I thought he was you.”

Vaclav said nothing.

He glared over at his son.

“Hello Father. I guess you aren’t the only one who can get Aubrey off.” Jakub smirked.

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Vaclav stormed over to Jakub, tackled and shoved him against the wall.

His fists clenched as he threatened, “I don’t care that you’re my son. I’m going to kill you.”

Vaclav roared while throwing punches, busting Jakub’s nose.

“Oh, my God…”

Finally, Vaclav stepped away. Jakub stared defiantly at his father.

 Now it was Aubrey’s turn to get bitched at.

“Explain this to me! How could you not know it wasn’t me!”

“I’m sorry… you both look so much alike… how was I supposed to know?”

“The tattoos! You didn’t see his tattoos?”

“It was dark—”

“Not that dark!” he ranted.

Vaclav hurried out of the room.

Aubrey felt nauseated.

She glanced at Jakub.

I’m going to slap that smug look off your face.

She dashed toward him and smacked him.

Afterward, he just looked at her and laughed.

“How could you do this to me?” she screamed.

“Why did you do this?”

He didn’t answer.

“Why did you fuckin’ do this?!”

Once more, his lips curved into an arrogant smirk.

Exasperated, Aubrey ran from the bedroom and went to take a bath.

She was determined to scrub every inch of Jakub from her skin… and from inside her body. She knew he didn’t use a condom.

God, please don’t get pregnant… please don’t get pregnant…

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Thanks for reading.   😉

edit: haha, Pixxi. I can’t believe you still like Jakub!! Yes, I’m calling you out on here! 😆  (although I still like Jakub too…) 😛