pills into a wad of paper and pulled out a lighter. White
smoke then began to curl from his nose and mouth. Eventide eagerly
looked at his own selection of crushed pills and smiled. The rolled
up bill still in his nose, he bent down and inhaled.
Saul was sitting in between
Eventide and Aradia. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed how
awkward Aradia looked. "Don't worry Aradia," he assured her as he
pulled out another packet, "I haven't forgotten about
you."
"Oh no really that's
not..."
"Aw c'mon," Saul whined as
he opened the packet. He took out one pill and grabbed a full shot
glass. His hands full, he sauntered behind Aradia, and pressed
against her. Drunk as she may have been, Aradia knew exactly what
Saul was asking her to do. Although she appeared to have severed
ties to her family, she was still the D.A.'s daughter so if she was
caught with drugs the consequences would be cataclysmic. However,
the way the others looked so elated and euphoric made Aradia
curious.
Saul pressed his lips to her
ear and whispered, "all you have to do is take one. Since we are
technically dead, we need to take more to get high. Since you are
alive though all you need is a little boost."
He then overturned the
plastic bag and let the pills spill out on to the table. Aradia
then took one glance at the shot glass. In a moment of instant
bravado, she grabbed one of the pills and popped it into her mouth.
She then grabbed the shot glass and gulped it down.
Aradia's reaction to the
drugs was instant. She felt higher than a kit soaring into the air,
but she also felt another reaction. She felt like she was she
falling into a deep meditative state. Her eyes began to drift close
and her body began to sway back and forth on the stool. Saul
smirked as he saw her fall. He then scooped her up and made his way
to the door.
When they got back to the
loft, he laid her down on one of the couches. Staring down at her,
he realized how easy it would be to have his way with her. He could
do what he wanted to her and she wouldn't even remember. Judging by
the way her body was lying so limply, she was probably losing all
the sense in her body. He could touch her anyway he wanted, and she
wouldn't even remember that. He proved his theory by reaching out
and running his finger down her cheek. She didn't even twitch. She
lay there as if she were in a coma. Saul was encouraged as his eyes
dropped to the buttons on her blouse. He slowly undid one and not
even that stirred Aradia from her slumber. He was so tempted to
lower his lips and claim hers. It was hard, but he used great
restraint to pull his lust back. It taken half a year to get Aradia
to trust him; he wasn't going to blow it now.
Aradia was indeed lying
limply and her eyes were shut but her powers were not impaired.
Quite the contrary, the drug made her powers so enhanced that she
felt as if she could sense things all over the world. She could
sense things like emotion, violence, and more. The sensation was
similar to her visions were she could project herself into the past
except there was no haziness. Everything was clear as she felt
herself floating across the globe.
She felt no pain nor any
emotional anguish not even when she saw vampires ganging up on a
group of school children and eating them alive in a dark alley in
Paris. She felt nothing as she saw a pack of werewolves ripping a
shape-shifter apart just because he had trespassed into one of
their territories. She saw several fae glamorizing hikers in
Canada, luring them off cliffs, and laughing as they plunged to
their deaths. She felt no repulsion at the leaders of these hidden
races who seemed to be bribing the human authorities to stay quiet.
Leaders who didn't seem to care that they were killing innocent
people and getting away with it. She felt no revulsion when she saw
a shape-shifter Paramount brutally execute another shape-shifter in
front of his wife and daughters. She felt nothing as she saw all
the injustice being done in
smoke then began to curl from his nose and mouth. Eventide eagerly
looked at his own selection of crushed pills and smiled. The rolled
up bill still in his nose, he bent down and inhaled.
Saul was sitting in between
Eventide and Aradia. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed how
awkward Aradia looked. "Don't worry Aradia," he assured her as he
pulled out another packet, "I haven't forgotten about
you."
"Oh no really that's
not..."
"Aw c'mon," Saul whined as
he opened the packet. He took out one pill and grabbed a full shot
glass. His hands full, he sauntered behind Aradia, and pressed
against her. Drunk as she may have been, Aradia knew exactly what
Saul was asking her to do. Although she appeared to have severed
ties to her family, she was still the D.A.'s daughter so if she was
caught with drugs the consequences would be cataclysmic. However,
the way the others looked so elated and euphoric made Aradia
curious.
Saul pressed his lips to her
ear and whispered, "all you have to do is take one. Since we are
technically dead, we need to take more to get high. Since you are
alive though all you need is a little boost."
He then overturned the
plastic bag and let the pills spill out on to the table. Aradia
then took one glance at the shot glass. In a moment of instant
bravado, she grabbed one of the pills and popped it into her mouth.
She then grabbed the shot glass and gulped it down.
Aradia's reaction to the
drugs was instant. She felt higher than a kit soaring into the air,
but she also felt another reaction. She felt like she was she
falling into a deep meditative state. Her eyes began to drift close
and her body began to sway back and forth on the stool. Saul
smirked as he saw her fall. He then scooped her up and made his way
to the door.
When they got back to the
loft, he laid her down on one of the couches. Staring down at her,
he realized how easy it would be to have his way with her. He could
do what he wanted to her and she wouldn't even remember. Judging by
the way her body was lying so limply, she was probably losing all
the sense in her body. He could touch her anyway he wanted, and she
wouldn't even remember that. He proved his theory by reaching out
and running his finger down her cheek. She didn't even twitch. She
lay there as if she were in a coma. Saul was encouraged as his eyes
dropped to the buttons on her blouse. He slowly undid one and not
even that stirred Aradia from her slumber. He was so tempted to
lower his lips and claim hers. It was hard, but he used great
restraint to pull his lust back. It taken half a year to get Aradia
to trust him; he wasn't going to blow it now.
Aradia was indeed lying
limply and her eyes were shut but her powers were not impaired.
Quite the contrary, the drug made her powers so enhanced that she
felt as if she could sense things all over the world. She could
sense things like emotion, violence, and more. The sensation was
similar to her visions were she could project herself into the past
except there was no haziness. Everything was clear as she felt
herself floating across the globe.
She felt no pain nor any
emotional anguish not even when she saw vampires ganging up on a
group of school children and eating them alive in a dark alley in
Paris. She felt nothing as she saw a pack of werewolves ripping a
shape-shifter apart just because he had trespassed into one of
their territories. She saw several fae glamorizing hikers in
Canada, luring them off cliffs, and laughing as they plunged to
their deaths. She felt no repulsion at the leaders of these hidden
races who seemed to be bribing the human authorities to stay quiet.
Leaders who didn't seem to care that they were killing innocent
people and getting away with it. She felt no revulsion when she saw
a shape-shifter Paramount brutally execute another shape-shifter in
front of his wife and daughters. She felt nothing as she saw all
the injustice being done in
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