Demigods (19 page)

"Finished," Greg found the strength to say as his head began to sway, having finished his share, while his friend was still struggling with the last one.

"I'm finished too," he managed with a belch in-between, but Viper had already stood up, and began to feel her way over to the beautiful redhead that had been watching her.

"I bet those guys over there that they couldn't finish all of those shots," she explained to her as she sat down, and removed the shades, "and I lost, so now I have to kiss a girl."

She did not look directly at the woman, but stared off in the distance, selling well the idea that she could not see. She needed to make it seem natural that she would be wearing the sunglasses in such an environment, and everyone in the sports bar was beginning to believe it as well.

"Oh, yeah?" the lady replied as a smile grew large upon her face, while she stared deeply into her pale green eyes. "How can I help you with that?"

"Can I kiss you?" Viper asked before licking her lips in a way that seemed natural, rather than suggestive, but the woman found it to be seductive nonetheless.

"I suppose that it would be fun to see the looks on their faces," she replied before realizing what she had just said.

"I’m so sorry," the redhead told her as she placed her hand soothingly on Viper’s leg, believing that she was actually unable to see. "I didn't mean to say that."

"Don't think twice about it," Viper returned as she smiled, and placed the sunglasses back on her face.

"You can tell me all about their reaction," she smirked with a childish grin.

At this, the redhead released her large bundle of hair, and it fell to the middle of her back. She then ran her fingers beneath Viper's own, blonde hair, and placed her hand gently upon the back of her neck, and they both leaned forward to lock lips in a most sensual fashion.

Suddenly, half of the bar erupted with cheers, yet neither of them seemed to notice, as they embraced the moment until they reluctantly withdrew. Pressing their foreheads together, they both smile at each other, delighted by both the kiss, and the response of the crowd.

"I should really get back over there," Viper told her new friend before standing, and gently grabbing her hand. "Would you like to join us?"

"Certainly," she replied as she stood, and walked hand in hand, back to the other table, while Viper was delighted to see that she could actually affect the heartbeat of this mysterious woman.

It was not that the redhead was mysterious in general, but that she was so because Viper could see that she did not respond like the men did, and she was compelled to understand why. Viper had sensed her watching her from the beginning, but the redheaded woman’s body reacted differently, which was more than enough to arouse her curiosity. In the end, she determined that she liked it a lot.

Releasing her hand before she sat down, Viper introduced them.

"This is Greg and Andrew," she told her before turning to the young men who sat there speechless, "and this is my new friend..."

"Amber," she stated with a smile as she reached out to shake their trembling hands.

They sat there with their mouths wide open, as Amber leaned over to whisper into Viper's ear.

"I think we made idiots of the little geniuses," she said, which caused them both to giggle, while the men fell deeper into a trance.

"I feel like dancing," Viper declared as she reached across the table, and touched both of their hands before grabbing her duffle bag, and standing to swing it gently over her shoulder.

To everyone there, including her current company, it seemed rather light, as though to carry nothing more than clothing, though the truth was more ominous. It actually held everything that she needed, which she had taken from the delta unit, along with some bedding, and other items designed to make it silent.

"Don't forget your car keys, Andrew," Viper told him, and he quickly grabbed them up, while both of them left their papers upon the table.

Taking Amber's arm, Viper allowed her to lead her upstairs to the dance room, while the two young men were quick to follow, still salivating like Pavlov's dogs.

"Would you find us a table?" she asked of the redhead as she smiled up at her, before releasing her hold, and heading to the restroom on the second floor. "And could you find something for me on the jukebox? Whatever you like would be fine."

"Certainly," Amber replied, more than happy to comply.

"Come with me, gentlemen," Amber told the two, quite capable of handling men in her own way, but they were both disheartened by the fact that the two beauties had separated.

When they had sat down, the lovely redhead removed her suit coat, and draped it over one of the chairs, before turning to walk over to the jukebox. Along the way, she unbuttoned her shirt, and tied it into a knot, feeling more in the mood to party now, than she had when she had first entered the sports bar.

Rolling up her sleeves, Amber began to go over the selection of music, and wondered what she should play. The young, blonde beauty had said that she felt like dancing, so Amber searched for a song that she would most likely enjoy watching her dance to.

Finally, she found the one that seemed to fit the bill, and it was Kid Rock's, "All summer long." Longingly she pressed the buttons, and Viper did not make her wait too long at all.

Stepping from the bathroom as the song began, with her shades in her left hand, and her eyes closed, she slid the duffle bag across the room, and it stopped perfectly beneath the table where the two young men sat. What was different however, was that she was now wearing the sensuous, red dress.

Without hesitation, she pranced to the beat, onto the dance floor, and placed both hands beneath her hair, and behind her head, as she began to sweep her hips in a circle, while slowly and gracefully turning about.

Before the Lyrics had begun, she had only spun a full circle twice, but when they did, she moved her right hand to her lower back, and began to sway her hips from side to side, as she gently tossed her hair, always in the opposite direction, to the beat of the music, while never looking up from the floor.

Then she put her hands back behind her head, and began to gyrate her hips, as she seemed to allow the music to seduce her. The melody consumed her, and though Viper’s intent was to charm them, she also became charmed by the music.

The two young men sat there with their mouths wide open once more, while Amber looked on longingly, watching her dance like an innocent country girl. With her eyes closed, it seemed as though she was consumed by the melody, although the three of them were seduced by the nature of her motion.

Without warning, or even opening her eyes, Viper motioned for the lovely redhead to join her, and Amber was more than willing, as she, herself, began to feel that young again.

Neither Andrew nor Greg even knew how to dance, so they were perfectly content with watching the display, as they clenched their legs together as if to hide their excitement. The two women, however, were lost within each other.

"You haven't told me your name, yet," Amber softly spoke, and was taken aback by the way that Viper wrapped her arms around her navy blue skirt, and pulled her closer, as she forced her to sway with her to the beat.

Then the guitar solo began, and viper released her, to dance in front of her again.

"My name is Kitty Hall," she replied as she opened her eyes to allow her new friend to fall in love with them even more, while smiling up at her, "but my friends just call me Kitten."

Amber continued to dance with her gracefully, yet she was truly stunned, and speechless.

"I've been told that I am playful, but always up to no good," Viper said as she closed her eyes, and continued to dance with a smile that made Amber still feel helpless.

"Thank you," Amber told her, as she grabbed both of Viper’s hands at the songs ending, before leading her back to the table where the two young men were beginning to feel more than the effect that Viper had placed upon them. Now the Southern Comfort was starting to make them both feel quite comfortable, as they smiled at the return of the two women that they now perceived as goddesses.

For the next couple of hours, the women sat there, flirting with the two young men, and with each other when they would find themselves back on the dance floor.

Greg and Andrew would remember this night always, though only up to a point, while one of them was destined to remember it more fondly than the other.

Neither of them would recall the way that Viper would kiss Amber goodnight, before she walked with the two of them as they staggered their way to the car.

"You are way too drunk," she told Andrew as they walked up to the Honda Civic. "Give me the keys, and I'll drive."

Naturally, he agreed with her, and did as she asked, before climbing into the back seat next to where she had placed her duffle bag. He was far too gone to ever realize that he had just agreed to allow a woman, who he had thought to be blind, drive his car.

In the meantime, Greg simply leaned against the car on the other side, while unresponsive, so she went around, and helped him into the passenger seat.

"You both look like you could use a nap," she told them as she sat behind the wheel, and started the car, and immediately they were both passed out, which was exactly how Viper had intended it from the very beginning. She said that they could take her somewhere, not that they would actually be doing anything that they had been hoping for. They needed to not remember where she had gone, while still getting her there, and that was exactly the situation that she created.

Blinking her eyes open quicker than the triplets could register, she saw the road ahead of her, and could drive with them closed, using her keen sense of hearing to know exactly what the cars around her were doing.

Before too long, she reached highway 10, and from here, the journey would be far more relaxing. She would have to blink her eyes open far less often, and the traffic would be easier to read.

Along the way, she removed her red dress while driving, and tossed it into the back seat. It tickled her for a moment to think about how she was now naked in front of these two young men, and they would never have a chance to see it.

Reaching into the back while still driving, she unzipped the duffle bag, and pulled out the slacks, and the sports bra. She had no trouble putting them on as she sat behind the wheel.

Now she was ready to focus on the task ahead of her. She was going home, and she was determined to destroy that facilities ability to ever do to someone else, what they had done to her.

Many thoughts went through Viper’s head on that fifty-mile drive, and Charlie had been in more than his fair share. She figured that he would be gone when she arrived, which is why she had left him a note back at the motel, asking him to stay there until she returned, without ever mentioning what she would be out doing.

She recalled the way that he had kissed her. He did rather well at it, but she was certain that he would have thought that she was lying, had she told him. That is just how he was... greatly lacking in confidence, and self-esteem, yet that is also what endeared her to him.

Amber was a better kisser, but it was obvious that she was far more experienced than Charlie was. This, she understood, was what made him better than the other men that she had met along the way, and she felt grateful that he was the one to happen upon the lab when she had first awakened.

Those were the thoughts that gave her hope as she traveled down the highway, and it pleased her to think that the two young men in the car had a chance at growing up, and becoming as wonderful as he was.

There were also other thoughts, and they were far less pleasant.

She remembered the man whom she had always believed, until yesterday, had been her abductor, and although she understood now that he was never even real, the memories were as real as any. They were memories of terror, in ways that no one should ever be subjected to, and Viper began to cry as she recalled the things that he had done to her.

Sure, he had taught her not to cry under even the cruelest of circumstances, but she did not have to fear his reprisal anymore. Now she could allow her emotions to bubble to the surface, and the fact that this would have displeased him, made her more apt to allow it.

Soon her tears and her sorrow turned to anger, as she thought about the other side of him. It was a group of people brought together to create her to be someone capable of great destruction. They had succeeded, and Viper smiled at the irony, knowing that their creation was about to bring great destruction upon them, instead of the targets of their choosing.

Finally reaching her destination, she pulled to the edge of the highway, and stepped from the car. First, she grabbed the duffle bag, and then she placed her hand softly upon Andrew’s cheek.

"It's time to wake up, handsome," and as soon as she had said so, his eyes slowly opened. "You need to drive Greg home now."

The nap had taken much of the edge off his intoxication, yet still, in his barely wakened state, he had trouble figuring out where he was.

"Just turn around at that sign that says 'no U-turns'," she told him as she helped him into the drivers seat, before closing the door, "and safely drive back home to Tallahassee."