Well Behaved Women... (Chapter 7)
Well Behaved Women Don't Make History
by tenshinrtaiga
Disclaimer: I don't own the Nine Lives of Chloe King or the Covenant.
Summary: Sequel to The Witch Uniter. Things are hectic for Chloe now that the Order has found out who she is and her secret is blown at her high school. It doesn't help that things are still rocky for her and Alek and that she and Reid keep getting closer. But those problems don't matter if she can't get the local supernaturals to agree to her peace treaty.
“This is ridiculous,” Chloe grunted as she pointedly ignored the glares of flashing lights from half a block down. It was definitely better than in America, but it was still annoying. “I seriously don’t remember being this popular.”
“Your song only just came out in Italy,” Pogue replied in explanation as he sipped at his espresso. It was actually rather comical to see the buff man sipping from such a tiny cup.
Chloe blinked in surprise. In all the commotion of her death, her Ascension and now working Fashion Week, she’d mostly forgotten about her single. “How’s it doing?” she asked in curiosity.
Pogue shrugged. “Not bad. It’s gaining popularity as a club song in Europe and it’s debuting nicely on the radio charts in America. Critics are giving mostly positive reviews about it. For your first song, it’s doing pretty well.”
The strawberry blonde hummed in thought. She hadn’t really wanted to get into music in the beginning, but she’d found that she’d oddly liked recording. Either way, she still wanted to succeed. On the one hand, she wasn’t wildly popular which, which had been an unlikely, but still plausible fantasy. On the other hand, she also hadn’t tanked. Chloe shrugged. She’d take what she could get. “Where’s Alek and Jasmine?” she asked, changing on the subject.
“On the roof,” he replied, finishing off the last of his coffee. “Ever since your shopping incident,” he refused to call it her death, “they’ve been taking their protector duties more seriously.”
Chloe hummed in reply, unsure how she felt about that. It was sweet that they cared about her so much that they’d camp out on rooftops for her. On the other hand, the feeling of being stifled was only increasing. She knew they were only doing it because they cared, but still… a girl’s gotta breathe.
She was used to freedom; the ability to go anywhere at anytime with no one to answer to. She didn’t like the sensation of constantly being followed and watched; being told where she could go and when. It did not make for a very happy Chloe and she could tell that her brothers were beginning to feel claustrophobic too. She’d nearly had to pry Reid and Alek apart in London when Reid suggested that he and Chloe go somewhere without her Mai protectors.
She’d tried to talk to them about giving her some space but they wouldn’t hear of it. Even Jasmine was remaining stubborn on this. Whenever Chloe brought it up, a glint would appear in the Mai girl’s eyes. It made Chloe wonder what was pressuring her friend so much that she wouldn’t even hear about compromising.
“Are you Chloe King?” a heavily accented voice asker, interrupting Chloe’s thoughts.
Blinking, Chloe directed her attention to two cute teenage boys around her age. Pasting a smile on, she nodded.
“Can we have your autograph?” the taller one asked, thrusting out a pad of paper and a pen.
“Of course,” Chloe replied congenially. “Who should I make it out to?”
“Roberto and Tomas,” the tall one said. He had been the one doing all the talking. Chloe tried to catch the shorter boy’s eye but he just blushed and looked away. Apparently he was the shy type.
Chloe quickly scrawled out a message and signed her name with the date and city. She liked adding that last bit of information just to help keep track of her real autographs and also for fans who asked for her autograph more than once.
“Thank you and welcome to Italy,” the boy said as he and his silent companion left.
“Cute,” she mentioned the minute they were out of hearing range.
“As in cute kid or as in ‘if I didn’t have a boyfriend’ cute?” Pogue asked idly, sipping at the new coffee a waitress had given him.
Chloe hummed in thought. Before she could answer, she heard a scoff come from behind her. Craning her head she spotted Alek just as he came up to sit next to her. “Obviously she meant as a kid,” Alek said. “Look at him. He was a scrawny little thing.”
Chloe and Pogue shared a look. The boy hadn’t been scrawny. He may not have been built, but he wasn’t as unattractive as Alek was making him out to be. Clearly, Alek was just jealous.
The strawberry blonde pursed her lips. Their first break up had been about his jealousy issues over Brian. Alek had promised to get better about it and while he had… sort of… it was clearly rearing its ugly head again.
Although, now that Chloe thought about it, Alek’s jealousy issue hadn’t really gotten better at all. He had simply gotten more possessive. Instead of getting jealous, he got aggressive; showing other men that Chloe was his and his alone.
All of their current issues circled back to their first problem.
“Chloe?” Jasmine asked, attracting Chloe’s attention. She must have seriously zoned out because she hadn’t even noticed the Mai girl show up. “It’s time for your show,” the brunette reminded.
The group stood up and went to Chloe’s last show. Well used to the routine by now, the three waited for almost an hour for hair and make up to get the girl ready. Pogue had a reserved seat which had been set up months in advance. Since the two Mai had joined last minute, they were forced to stand in the back for the duration of the show. The Mai didn’t seem to mind this as it gave them a better vantage to watch out for Chloe.
An hour later, Chloe was finally finished for the day. They returned to their hotel room and immediately separated. Alek and Chloe had been rooming together while Pogue and Jasmine had their own separate rooms.
Chloe immediately collapsed into bed, utterly exhausted. She loved fashion week and had already spent probably almost a hundred grand shopping, but it was still a tiring event; running around attending some shows, working others.
It left very little time for anything else.
That’s why Alek was unsurprised to walk into their room to find her already passed out asleep in bed. With a small smile, he reached out to remove her shoes and to tuck her under the covers. This wasn’t the first time he’d found her like this and he doubted it would be the last.
He shook his head in adoring exasperation before heading into the bathroom to shower.
He knew that things were still tense. He could feel it in the air between them. They were both walking on eggshells. She was terrified of upsetting him again and he was terrified that she’d get fed up with him and leave.
All in all, it did not make for a good situation.
He let his forehead rest against the cool tile of the shower. He wished he could figure out a way to smooth things over. He wanted them to work past this, but it didn’t seem like they could. His fear of her leaving caused him to get jealous and possessive, which angered her, but since she didn’t want to fight with him, she instead bottled it up or complained to her brothers about it which just served to exacerbate his fear of her leaving even more. It was a never ending cycle that they couldn’t seem to get out of.
A startled cry instantly caught his attention. Running out of the shower, he barely had time to put on boxers over his soaking wet body as he rushed into the main room.
What he saw made him gag in disgust and fear.
Chloe’s eyes were wide open in fear and glazed over in death. Her hand was still clenched around the knife in her chest as though she had tried to pull it out before dying. Her body was still in bed, wrapped under the covers where Alek had left her. It was clear that she had been startled in her sleep and attacked immediately before she could fight back.
The sharp sound of running immediately caught Alek’s attention as he ripped his gaze away from the horrifying sight. Knowing that Jasmine and Pogue had both heard Chloe’s cry and were coming, Alek felt safe leaving Chloe’s body in order to chase after the assassin who killed her.
And to be honest, he didn’t want to spend one second longer in that room than he had to. Seeing Chloe’s dead body like that…
Don’t think about it. Find the assassin. Kill him. Alek trained his thoughts away from his girlfriend and onto the task at hand. He jumped out the window that the assassin used before pausing to train his hearing. Immediately he turned left and began to follow the footsteps he could hear pounding on the rooftop.
Don’t think about it. Find the assassin. Kill him.
Alek pushed as much speed as possible into his legs as he fought to catch up with the man.
There! A flash of blond two rooftops away.
Don’t think about Chloe. Just find the assassin. Kill him.
Alek leapt through the air and tackled the figure in black hard into the roof below them. Shingles broke off in a spray of fragments beneath the force.
With a growl, Alek pulled the assassin around, claws already ready to kill when his eyes widened in surprise.
The assassin was a girl; a small little blonde thing with big blue eyes that looked up at him in fear. She couldn’t be more than twenty five and that was estimating generously. The Order was sending kids to do their killing now?
The girl took Alek’s hesitation and used it to her advantage. She shoved him off of her, causing him to roll down the slanted roof. He reached out and gripped onto a drainage pipe, using it to slow himself down enough to land softly.
He quickly reached out his senses to try and find the girl again, but got nothing. She got away.
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by tenshinrtaiga
Disclaimer: I don't own the Nine Lives of Chloe King or the Covenant.
Summary: Sequel to The Witch Uniter. Things are hectic for Chloe now that the Order has found out who she is and her secret is blown at her high school. It doesn't help that things are still rocky for her and Alek and that she and Reid keep getting closer. But those problems don't matter if she can't get the local supernaturals to agree to her peace treaty.
“This is ridiculous,” Chloe grunted as she pointedly ignored the glares of flashing lights from half a block down. It was definitely better than in America, but it was still annoying. “I seriously don’t remember being this popular.”
“Your song only just came out in Italy,” Pogue replied in explanation as he sipped at his espresso. It was actually rather comical to see the buff man sipping from such a tiny cup.
Chloe blinked in surprise. In all the commotion of her death, her Ascension and now working Fashion Week, she’d mostly forgotten about her single. “How’s it doing?” she asked in curiosity.
Pogue shrugged. “Not bad. It’s gaining popularity as a club song in Europe and it’s debuting nicely on the radio charts in America. Critics are giving mostly positive reviews about it. For your first song, it’s doing pretty well.”
The strawberry blonde hummed in thought. She hadn’t really wanted to get into music in the beginning, but she’d found that she’d oddly liked recording. Either way, she still wanted to succeed. On the one hand, she wasn’t wildly popular which, which had been an unlikely, but still plausible fantasy. On the other hand, she also hadn’t tanked. Chloe shrugged. She’d take what she could get. “Where’s Alek and Jasmine?” she asked, changing on the subject.
“On the roof,” he replied, finishing off the last of his coffee. “Ever since your shopping incident,” he refused to call it her death, “they’ve been taking their protector duties more seriously.”
Chloe hummed in reply, unsure how she felt about that. It was sweet that they cared about her so much that they’d camp out on rooftops for her. On the other hand, the feeling of being stifled was only increasing. She knew they were only doing it because they cared, but still… a girl’s gotta breathe.
She was used to freedom; the ability to go anywhere at anytime with no one to answer to. She didn’t like the sensation of constantly being followed and watched; being told where she could go and when. It did not make for a very happy Chloe and she could tell that her brothers were beginning to feel claustrophobic too. She’d nearly had to pry Reid and Alek apart in London when Reid suggested that he and Chloe go somewhere without her Mai protectors.
She’d tried to talk to them about giving her some space but they wouldn’t hear of it. Even Jasmine was remaining stubborn on this. Whenever Chloe brought it up, a glint would appear in the Mai girl’s eyes. It made Chloe wonder what was pressuring her friend so much that she wouldn’t even hear about compromising.
“Are you Chloe King?” a heavily accented voice asker, interrupting Chloe’s thoughts.
Blinking, Chloe directed her attention to two cute teenage boys around her age. Pasting a smile on, she nodded.
“Can we have your autograph?” the taller one asked, thrusting out a pad of paper and a pen.
“Of course,” Chloe replied congenially. “Who should I make it out to?”
“Roberto and Tomas,” the tall one said. He had been the one doing all the talking. Chloe tried to catch the shorter boy’s eye but he just blushed and looked away. Apparently he was the shy type.
Chloe quickly scrawled out a message and signed her name with the date and city. She liked adding that last bit of information just to help keep track of her real autographs and also for fans who asked for her autograph more than once.
“Thank you and welcome to Italy,” the boy said as he and his silent companion left.
“Cute,” she mentioned the minute they were out of hearing range.
“As in cute kid or as in ‘if I didn’t have a boyfriend’ cute?” Pogue asked idly, sipping at the new coffee a waitress had given him.
Chloe hummed in thought. Before she could answer, she heard a scoff come from behind her. Craning her head she spotted Alek just as he came up to sit next to her. “Obviously she meant as a kid,” Alek said. “Look at him. He was a scrawny little thing.”
Chloe and Pogue shared a look. The boy hadn’t been scrawny. He may not have been built, but he wasn’t as unattractive as Alek was making him out to be. Clearly, Alek was just jealous.
The strawberry blonde pursed her lips. Their first break up had been about his jealousy issues over Brian. Alek had promised to get better about it and while he had… sort of… it was clearly rearing its ugly head again.
Although, now that Chloe thought about it, Alek’s jealousy issue hadn’t really gotten better at all. He had simply gotten more possessive. Instead of getting jealous, he got aggressive; showing other men that Chloe was his and his alone.
All of their current issues circled back to their first problem.
“Chloe?” Jasmine asked, attracting Chloe’s attention. She must have seriously zoned out because she hadn’t even noticed the Mai girl show up. “It’s time for your show,” the brunette reminded.
The group stood up and went to Chloe’s last show. Well used to the routine by now, the three waited for almost an hour for hair and make up to get the girl ready. Pogue had a reserved seat which had been set up months in advance. Since the two Mai had joined last minute, they were forced to stand in the back for the duration of the show. The Mai didn’t seem to mind this as it gave them a better vantage to watch out for Chloe.
An hour later, Chloe was finally finished for the day. They returned to their hotel room and immediately separated. Alek and Chloe had been rooming together while Pogue and Jasmine had their own separate rooms.
Chloe immediately collapsed into bed, utterly exhausted. She loved fashion week and had already spent probably almost a hundred grand shopping, but it was still a tiring event; running around attending some shows, working others.
It left very little time for anything else.
That’s why Alek was unsurprised to walk into their room to find her already passed out asleep in bed. With a small smile, he reached out to remove her shoes and to tuck her under the covers. This wasn’t the first time he’d found her like this and he doubted it would be the last.
He shook his head in adoring exasperation before heading into the bathroom to shower.
He knew that things were still tense. He could feel it in the air between them. They were both walking on eggshells. She was terrified of upsetting him again and he was terrified that she’d get fed up with him and leave.
All in all, it did not make for a good situation.
He let his forehead rest against the cool tile of the shower. He wished he could figure out a way to smooth things over. He wanted them to work past this, but it didn’t seem like they could. His fear of her leaving caused him to get jealous and possessive, which angered her, but since she didn’t want to fight with him, she instead bottled it up or complained to her brothers about it which just served to exacerbate his fear of her leaving even more. It was a never ending cycle that they couldn’t seem to get out of.
A startled cry instantly caught his attention. Running out of the shower, he barely had time to put on boxers over his soaking wet body as he rushed into the main room.
What he saw made him gag in disgust and fear.
Chloe’s eyes were wide open in fear and glazed over in death. Her hand was still clenched around the knife in her chest as though she had tried to pull it out before dying. Her body was still in bed, wrapped under the covers where Alek had left her. It was clear that she had been startled in her sleep and attacked immediately before she could fight back.
The sharp sound of running immediately caught Alek’s attention as he ripped his gaze away from the horrifying sight. Knowing that Jasmine and Pogue had both heard Chloe’s cry and were coming, Alek felt safe leaving Chloe’s body in order to chase after the assassin who killed her.
And to be honest, he didn’t want to spend one second longer in that room than he had to. Seeing Chloe’s dead body like that…
Don’t think about it. Find the assassin. Kill him. Alek trained his thoughts away from his girlfriend and onto the task at hand. He jumped out the window that the assassin used before pausing to train his hearing. Immediately he turned left and began to follow the footsteps he could hear pounding on the rooftop.
Don’t think about it. Find the assassin. Kill him.
Alek pushed as much speed as possible into his legs as he fought to catch up with the man.
There! A flash of blond two rooftops away.
Don’t think about Chloe. Just find the assassin. Kill him.
Alek leapt through the air and tackled the figure in black hard into the roof below them. Shingles broke off in a spray of fragments beneath the force.
With a growl, Alek pulled the assassin around, claws already ready to kill when his eyes widened in surprise.
The assassin was a girl; a small little blonde thing with big blue eyes that looked up at him in fear. She couldn’t be more than twenty five and that was estimating generously. The Order was sending kids to do their killing now?
The girl took Alek’s hesitation and used it to her advantage. She shoved him off of her, causing him to roll down the slanted roof. He reached out and gripped onto a drainage pipe, using it to slow himself down enough to land softly.
He quickly reached out his senses to try and find the girl again, but got nothing. She got away.
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