Devil Ride 53B/57
Title: Devil Ride
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. own these characters, not me.
This story is set in an alternate universe, where Natalia Rivera's history and timeline are greatly altered. Most of Olivia Spencer's history remain intact. It contains adult themes and language, and deals with the sex industry, which might not be to everyone's taste, so please do NOT proceed if you are not of age or if any of that might offend you.
I've decided not to worry too much about pre-Otalia plotline discrepancy as this is an AU after all.
*
Olivia had felt slow and dumb and out of control as she watched Natalia struggle with Mallet. Her world had narrowed down to the two of them and herself from the moment she had pushed her way out of the bathroom, and she hadn't taken her eyes off of either of them since then. Her palms were sweaty and she had had to adjust her grip on the pistol several times because of it. There weren't many things between Mallet and herself that she could duck behind in the event that he opened fire at her. Olivia felt uncomfortably exposed and vulnerable; every muscle in her body was tensed, and she had to fight against her instincts to remain where she was.
Olivia had very little experience with guns; Sam had had a BB gun when he was a kid and she might have shot with it once or twice, but her targets had been cans, not humans, and she certainly hadn't had someone that she loved standing anywhere near her line of shot. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her mouth had gone dry; Olivia realised that she had been breathing through her mouth and tried to swallow.
When Natalia had shouted to distract Mallet, Olivia had caught herself just in time before she, too, turned her head. She had kept her eyes trained on Natalia, anticipating Natalia to slip under Mallet's arm like she had slipped under hers at the Beacon, but Mallet's grasp must have been too tight because, instead of that happening, Natalia had pulled out a knife.
It hadn't taken Olivia long to figure out what Natalia had meant to do, so she had returned her attention to Mallet and had waited long, excruciating seconds for Natalia to move out of the way so that she could get a clear shot of Mallet when that happened. She hadn't allowed herself to think because, if she had, she might have frozen up.
Then everything had happened all at once: the knife in Natalia's hand embedding itself in Mallet's thigh, Mallet's loud bellow of pain, Natalia escaping from Mallet's grasp. All the fear, nervousness, and adrenalin pumping through Olivia's bloodstream had culminated in the one simple act of her pulling the trigger.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from Mallet for the longest time. She wasn't sure if he was hunched because of the pain in his leg or if she had managed to shoot him, if he would raise his gun at her again and what she would do if he did. Her arms began to tremble slightly but she refused to lower them.
"You stupid. Fucking. Bitch!" Mallet growled out as he righted himself, favouring his right shoulder. Olivia's eyes widened in alarm when he tried to raise his injured arm and pulled the trigger on the pistol several more times. Instead of the loud, exploding claps that she anticipated hearing, only useless clicks sounded. She saw glee flood into Mallet's face and a part of her wondered if this was to be her demise as she tried to direct her stiff thumb to cock the hammer on her small pistol.
"I watched over Jessica when Alan Spaulding wanted her followed; I made sure Doris Wolfe stayed far away from her so that Alan couldn't get the information that he wanted; I warned Bedwin to stay away from her but he didn't listen. He even had the audacity to mark her, so I ran that fucker off the road."
Olivia was receiving but not processing his words. She swallowed at the maniacal gleam that entered Mallet's eyes as he closed the distance between them in a slow, limping gait. "I told you to stay away from her too, Olivia Spencer, but of course you didn't listen. Nobody fucking listens to me."
Mallet shook his head as he stopped about two feet from Olivia; his gun was almost raised to Olivia's face level as she stared on in frozen horror, her mind screaming for her to do something. Mallet took a breath and tilted his head, giving Olivia a toothy smile that enhanced the crazy but intent look on his face. He swatted Olivia's gun out of his face like he would an annoying branch. "So now. You. Die."
Olivia finally managed to cock the hammer of the small pistol, but faced with a person standing this close to her, she couldn't seem to make herself swing her arm back in position and pull the trigger. She stared into dark, intense eyes, then smiled, surprising both Mallet and herself with her reaction.
"I pity you," Olivia said softly but clearly. "You've never had her. You've never known her. And you never will. You'll never know how it feels like to be loved by her, to laugh with her, to be the person that she thinks about when you're apart. You'll never be the reason that she's happy, or the person she'll turn to when she's sad. You don't know shit about her and I feel sorry for you."
Olivia could see that Mallet was angry, and that, combined with the amount of blood that was staining his shirt from his wound, was making it hard for him to lift his gun. She forged on, mindless of the danger and eager to take him apart with her words. "Paul didn't give her that hickey. I did. You got the wrong person, sucker. She loves me. Not you."
"No!" Mallet shouted, his face slightly scrunched up. "That can't be. You're lying!"
Olivia ignored his outburst and continued, "And stop calling her Jessica, you sick fuck. Her name's Natalia."
A loud crack followed the descent of something dark. Olivia gasped and took a step back in reflex. She watched Mallet's eyes go blank and face go slack before he crumpled onto the floor. Maria towered over him with a large, dented fry pan clasped in her hands. Olivia could see a disgusted sneer on her face when she looked down at the unconscious Mallet and said, "Weirdo."
Unable to help herself, Olivia barked out a laugh at Maria's nonchalant assessment of Mallet, and was met with surprised, suspicion-filled eyes. After she seemed to decide that Olivia wasn't laughing at her, Maria relaxed and smirked back. Then Olivia couldn't think anymore because Natalia flew into her arms with a soft cry of her name, surrounding her with the familiar smell of her skin and hair.
TBC
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. own these characters, not me.
This story is set in an alternate universe, where Natalia Rivera's history and timeline are greatly altered. Most of Olivia Spencer's history remain intact. It contains adult themes and language, and deals with the sex industry, which might not be to everyone's taste, so please do NOT proceed if you are not of age or if any of that might offend you.
I've decided not to worry too much about pre-Otalia plotline discrepancy as this is an AU after all.
*
Olivia had felt slow and dumb and out of control as she watched Natalia struggle with Mallet. Her world had narrowed down to the two of them and herself from the moment she had pushed her way out of the bathroom, and she hadn't taken her eyes off of either of them since then. Her palms were sweaty and she had had to adjust her grip on the pistol several times because of it. There weren't many things between Mallet and herself that she could duck behind in the event that he opened fire at her. Olivia felt uncomfortably exposed and vulnerable; every muscle in her body was tensed, and she had to fight against her instincts to remain where she was.
Olivia had very little experience with guns; Sam had had a BB gun when he was a kid and she might have shot with it once or twice, but her targets had been cans, not humans, and she certainly hadn't had someone that she loved standing anywhere near her line of shot. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her mouth had gone dry; Olivia realised that she had been breathing through her mouth and tried to swallow.
When Natalia had shouted to distract Mallet, Olivia had caught herself just in time before she, too, turned her head. She had kept her eyes trained on Natalia, anticipating Natalia to slip under Mallet's arm like she had slipped under hers at the Beacon, but Mallet's grasp must have been too tight because, instead of that happening, Natalia had pulled out a knife.
It hadn't taken Olivia long to figure out what Natalia had meant to do, so she had returned her attention to Mallet and had waited long, excruciating seconds for Natalia to move out of the way so that she could get a clear shot of Mallet when that happened. She hadn't allowed herself to think because, if she had, she might have frozen up.
Then everything had happened all at once: the knife in Natalia's hand embedding itself in Mallet's thigh, Mallet's loud bellow of pain, Natalia escaping from Mallet's grasp. All the fear, nervousness, and adrenalin pumping through Olivia's bloodstream had culminated in the one simple act of her pulling the trigger.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from Mallet for the longest time. She wasn't sure if he was hunched because of the pain in his leg or if she had managed to shoot him, if he would raise his gun at her again and what she would do if he did. Her arms began to tremble slightly but she refused to lower them.
"You stupid. Fucking. Bitch!" Mallet growled out as he righted himself, favouring his right shoulder. Olivia's eyes widened in alarm when he tried to raise his injured arm and pulled the trigger on the pistol several more times. Instead of the loud, exploding claps that she anticipated hearing, only useless clicks sounded. She saw glee flood into Mallet's face and a part of her wondered if this was to be her demise as she tried to direct her stiff thumb to cock the hammer on her small pistol.
"I watched over Jessica when Alan Spaulding wanted her followed; I made sure Doris Wolfe stayed far away from her so that Alan couldn't get the information that he wanted; I warned Bedwin to stay away from her but he didn't listen. He even had the audacity to mark her, so I ran that fucker off the road."
Olivia was receiving but not processing his words. She swallowed at the maniacal gleam that entered Mallet's eyes as he closed the distance between them in a slow, limping gait. "I told you to stay away from her too, Olivia Spencer, but of course you didn't listen. Nobody fucking listens to me."
Mallet shook his head as he stopped about two feet from Olivia; his gun was almost raised to Olivia's face level as she stared on in frozen horror, her mind screaming for her to do something. Mallet took a breath and tilted his head, giving Olivia a toothy smile that enhanced the crazy but intent look on his face. He swatted Olivia's gun out of his face like he would an annoying branch. "So now. You. Die."
Olivia finally managed to cock the hammer of the small pistol, but faced with a person standing this close to her, she couldn't seem to make herself swing her arm back in position and pull the trigger. She stared into dark, intense eyes, then smiled, surprising both Mallet and herself with her reaction.
"I pity you," Olivia said softly but clearly. "You've never had her. You've never known her. And you never will. You'll never know how it feels like to be loved by her, to laugh with her, to be the person that she thinks about when you're apart. You'll never be the reason that she's happy, or the person she'll turn to when she's sad. You don't know shit about her and I feel sorry for you."
Olivia could see that Mallet was angry, and that, combined with the amount of blood that was staining his shirt from his wound, was making it hard for him to lift his gun. She forged on, mindless of the danger and eager to take him apart with her words. "Paul didn't give her that hickey. I did. You got the wrong person, sucker. She loves me. Not you."
"No!" Mallet shouted, his face slightly scrunched up. "That can't be. You're lying!"
Olivia ignored his outburst and continued, "And stop calling her Jessica, you sick fuck. Her name's Natalia."
A loud crack followed the descent of something dark. Olivia gasped and took a step back in reflex. She watched Mallet's eyes go blank and face go slack before he crumpled onto the floor. Maria towered over him with a large, dented fry pan clasped in her hands. Olivia could see a disgusted sneer on her face when she looked down at the unconscious Mallet and said, "Weirdo."
Unable to help herself, Olivia barked out a laugh at Maria's nonchalant assessment of Mallet, and was met with surprised, suspicion-filled eyes. After she seemed to decide that Olivia wasn't laughing at her, Maria relaxed and smirked back. Then Olivia couldn't think anymore because Natalia flew into her arms with a soft cry of her name, surrounding her with the familiar smell of her skin and hair.
TBC