It's Sequel Time!
First of all, I have alot of catching up to do on everyone's fan fics, but I promise I'll get to it. Life is crazy and my current writing project is going along much slower. With the weekend coming up, I'm going to be settling in and catching up on all my communities.
Second, if you haven't read my previous story and would like to, the link is here. Please let me know if it doesn't work and I'll be happy to re-post or re-send. Obviously you don't have to read it, though this one makes alot of references to it and it would give you back story.
No title yet, like the last one (which still doesn't have a final title). There will be spoilers, so if you haven't seen the movie, you'll probably want to. Don't say you weren't warned.
Rating: R; will contain NC-17 in other chapters. I like the smut, yes I do!
Original Cs are the property of DB and TZ and this project is for fun only, no profit, etc. etc. I'm here to entertain. Constructive crit is welcome...don't just tell me I suck. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Also, I do realize this is a Grilo community and while they don't appear in Chapter 1, they will be prominent in the story. So please don't flame me!
Hope you enjoy! :D
Chapter 1:
The first step after surgery was always the hardest, and Amber Sweet realized it was no different coming out of rehab. One would think the world had changed in a year, but at first glance, it was still the same dark, demented world she knew before her mother hid her away. In Amber's mind, the only thing different was that her clothes were a little looser, her face a little less gorgeous, and her solace was to be found in murder, not the surgeon's knife.
The rehabilitation program had done its job. Amber no longer craved surgery or zydrate. Both addictions had been replaced with one need and one need only. Revenge. Things had been taken from her, important things, and those who took them would need to be taught an important lesson in karma. Everything that had been part of her legacy had been stolen. She'd get it back or die trying, and if she died, she was taking alot of people with her.
The taxi dropped her off at one of the darker bars a few blocks away from Geneco. It was one of her old haunts and the best place to go after surgery. No one paid any attention to her, even the sleazy old men who were too drunk or doped to make a pass at her. The only person she'd ever been there with was her brother, Luigi, and who knew when the crazy house would let him out.
Amber had to figure out the first step in her plan, and a stiff drink lubricate the gears of her mind nicely. The bartender watched her carefully as he poured her drink. Amber could see in his eyes that he recognized her even behind the long scars that ran from her temples to her jawline where she'd peeled her skin off with her fingernails. He said nothing, though, even when she flashed him the sultry smile that used to have men drooling. Now, Amber figured it probably scared the hell out of them.
There was a time when Amber Sweet wanted to be flawless. The perfect face was always just one surgery away. But beauty hadn't helped her keep Geneco, nor would it help her get it back. She no longer craved a warm scalpel. Instead, she embraced her disfigurement and the bloodlust that came with it. When the bartender refused to meet her gaze, Amber snickered. Fuck you, she thought silently, drinking her bourbon. She'd expected no less and met his reaction with apathy. It didn't matter if men no longer wanted her. If she wanted them, she'd have them even if she had to use a knife to get her pleasure. It had worked for her brothers, why not her?
The bourbon went down warm and Amber relaxed, licking her lips with anticipation. The wheels in her mind had begun to turn, and she liked the direction her thoughts were taking.
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Pavi Largo waited until he was safely away from the facility before opening his box of possessions. He'd been anxious about leaving and had made what the staff at the hospital found to be a strange request. "You, eh, will not tell my brother that I am no longer here?" The workers remembered that the brothers had grown up to be something of a deadly duo, and while Pavi had been a model patient, they had expected that instinct would push him to seek Luigi out immediately. They were more than happy to fulfill his request.
On the outside, Pavi took the world in with new eyes, eyes that no longer craved violence. He didn't want to return to the dark world of his siblings and would be happy if he never saw either one of them again. In the darkness of an alley, he opened the jewel box with each he kept his most prized items. From a small cloth bag, he removed the last of his many masks, the face that had belonged to his mother and had been the first one he'd ever taken. He'd never wore it, preferring the faces of his amorous lovers to that of a woman who had been more of a goddess. Pavi hadn't taken her face out of vanity or anger. When she died at the hand of another, he had taken it in rememberance. Now he would wear it in the same manner. The skin conformed to the contours of his face perfectly, his flesh clips holding it with no needed adjustments. Taking a mirror out of his pocket, he studied himself and sighed. Serena St. Cyr had been gorgeous, a star of stage and screen, deeply loved by her fans and adored by her family. Now Paviche Largo adored her in his own way...by wearing her countenance over his own.
His first order of business was complete. Now he was ready for his second. He'd waited a whole year to find her again, the woman who'd once been his father's lover, his sister's mother, and his own savior. Pavi had to find Natalia Largo. No longer was he obsessed with faces, with sex, with rape. His only obsession in the year she'd put him away was the strong and beautiful Natalia.
But it was a large city and Pavi didn't even know where to start. She'd appeared out of nowhere and the news had never mentioned her. She'd left Geneco in the hands of the zydrate dealer he'd almost helped kill. Pavi was ashamed at his part in that, but he'd been different then...more violent and scared to make his brother angry by denying him what he asked. Pavi hoped his past transgressions wouldn't come back to haunt him, because to find Natalia, he knew he'd need to find the zydrate dealer and the Wallace girl. And if they didn't give him the chance to apologize, they were likely to kill him before he had a chance to really live.
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Anger management had proved to be the most difficult part of the institution for Luigi Largo, but it was the part he'd excelled at. After a year, he'd become a calm man with no more homicidal tendencies. Or so the doctors thought. In actuality, he'd perfected the art of hiding his rage and controlling his temper. He was rewarded the day they handed him his belongings and pushed him back out the front doors. The moment he stepped back into the world, Luigi was ready to find his knife and push it deep into someone's heart. He already had a few candidates in mind, and the thought of Amber's lovely breast giving way to a long sleek blade excited him in ways few other things could.
He knew where to find her. As teenagers, they'd snuck into one of the bars near the Geneco complex where they grew up and Amber had continued to go there when she needed "alone" time. If she wasn't there, he'd know she hadn't been let out yet. The irony that he could be the only Largo on the streets made him chuckle.
The cab dropped him off outside the bar and he went inside, glaring at those who nosily eyed him as he walked in. He was almost disappointed to see Amber at the bar, her back to him, her dark hair around her shoulders. Then he remembered the things he'd dreamed of doing to her and his good humor returned. Sidling up beside her, Luigi pulled his knife from his pocket and pushing the pointy tip into her side just below her ribcage. Amber didn't bother to flinch or even look at him.
"Nice to see you, too, brother," she said nonchalantly. "I didn't actually think they were going to release you from the nuthouse." Her hair had grown longer and fell around her face, blocking his view of her.
Luigi snickered. "Show's how much you know. I was the model nutcase. I did what they told me too. Took my meds and became the pussy boy they expected me to be."
"Hmmm." Amber felt the knife twist against her and she finally winced. "Enough with the knife. Can't we play nice, Luigi?"
He took the bar stool next to her. "Depends on what your definition of nice is, Carmela. After you pulled me into your little freak show and put me away for a year, I think my idea of play is to slice you up and hang your body parts on my bedroom wall."
"You can't fuck my body parts."
"Watch me."
Amber smirked. "Fine, I fucked up. Blame me if you want but you and I both know it was that fucking Natalia who took away what was ours."
"She's your mother."
"So she'd like to think. If anyone's body parts should be hanging from the wall, it's hers."
Luigi felt his cock stir at the old feelings his sister aroused in him and the new violence that dripped from her voice. The spoiled bitch he'd known was gone, and in her place was someone more like himself. More like his sister. It would definitely make sex with her even hotter. His hand replaced the knife, and he gently stroked her side. "Look at me sister." Amber obeyed, and Luigi gasped. "What the fuck?"
Amber smirked. "You like it? I had a little mishap in rehab." Luigi was surprised at how proud she seemed of the thick scars that stretched down the length of her cheeks.
"You're going to get surgery, right?"
"Nope. Kicked the habit."
"No shit. Zydrate too?"
Amber nodded. "Yeah. Of course that wasn't my choice, and no one makes my choices for me." Her hand reached out and lovingly stroked Luigi's thigh. "You know what else people don't do, Luigi?" She lowered her voice into the husky drawl that had always gotten him hard. Even now, staring at her disformed face and hating her immensely for what she put him through, Luigi knew he was at her mercy.
"What is that, sister?"
Luigi cried out as her hand grab his testicles and twisted violently, the pain shooting into his groin like a hot scalpel. "They don't fucking call me 'Carmela' and if you do it again, I'm ripping these," she squeezed his balls again for emphasis, "out of your body. Got it?" All Luigi could do was nod. "Good...now where's Pavi?"