Not to be controlled... {Ancel & Jocelyn}

[Jocelyn Whaley Hunt]

((Continued from "The Mark or the Bait"))

Jocelyn sped through the night from the city into the nearby mountains in a blind rage. She was not one to be controlled or followed. She was no little girl who needed cleaning up after. Her freshly fed body was strong and instead of feeling now under complete control of her urges, she instead felt fuming. Her silver Aston Martin screeched around a dark curve, the huge house now coming into view.

It was nearly 4 o'clock in the morning when the sound of her car door slamming echoed throughout the huge garage followed by the clacking of her black Christian Louboutins nearing the giant silver to the house. Her warm raven hair was still perfect but now perfectly tousled and loose around her thin pale shoulders. She left her coat and clutch in the car and her delicate gloved hands where in fists and she sped down the corridor to the house. She wasn't even thinking at this point.

[Ancel Schray]

Ancel sat, relaxed in a large armchair by the fire, his back to the door. A glass of wine in one hand, dressed in a comfotable cashmire robe and soft slippers, he was reading "Dante's Inferno", bound in red leather.

"Through me is the way into the woeful city; through me is the way into eternal woe; through me is the way among the lost people. Justice moved my lofty maker: the divine Power, the supreme Wisdom and the primal Love made me. Before me were no things created, unless eternal, and I eternal last. Leave every hope, ye who enter!"

He read to himself, translating the Latin with ease. He took a drink of his wine and never even looked up when Jocelyn stormed into the room, "Have a nice evening out dear?"

[Jocelyn Whaley Hunt]

She wasn't even in the room yet when she heard him ask her about her night out. In fact, she wasn't on her way to see him now that she thought about it. If he hadn't of said something she probably would have unleashed her rage on the first employee to appear, killing them out of spite, like a child destroying something that belonged to their parents during a tantrum. She was not acting her prim and proper self at the moment. She was not cool and collected like he had taught her to be. She was the monster, the beast within had taken control of her body.

She turned toward the library in one swift motion and stopped just inside the door, frozen, her hands still in fists and her eyes blood red and intense. She didn't say anything at first. Then she couldn't hold it back. "You had me followed?" Her voice was seething and dripping with shock and disdain.

[Ancel Schray]

He never even bothered to turn around. Like the distant father figure he was trying to be. "Yes. What did you expect when you leave a trail even a blind man could see? The Cleaners are your employees actually. It is their job to see that the mistakes you make...are not discovered."

[Jocelyn Whaley Hunt]

"MISTAKE?" She said sharply. "Thanks to you, I don't make MISTAKES." It was true, his training had made her into a very neat, precise and practically invisible killer. It was beyond her comprehension why he was suddenly under estimating her like this. "That kill was clean! How dare you think I need someone to bring my kills up to your standard!"

She sped toward the back of his chair, not know what she would do once she reached him. Her head was swirling with mistrust, disappointment and hurt toward her once father figure and now employer.

[Ancel Schray]

By the time she reached the chair, he simply wasn't there anymore. He was standing behind her with a remote control in his hand. The large flat screen monitor showed her everything that she had missed; leaving her coat in the coat check, both cars in the lot, video of them leaving the club, and the video from the alley way. "This? you call this a clean kill?"

His look changed to one of disappointment, like a father who just caught his child in a lie. He stared down at her, waiting for her to admit her failures

[Jocelyn Whaley Hunt]

She watched the tape in horror. This could not possibly be real. But there she was, clear as day leaving the bar with him. She was not ready to admit defeat yet though. She sneered and looked him right in the eyes defiantly "No one would ever trace that back to us. You can't even see my face." She spat with a smirk. "After all, I'm sure you have PEOPLE on the police force who could have covered all this up and made these tapes disappear." She was omitting the fact that she had in fact been more careless than usual. Perhaps it had been because this was a "last supper" of sorts for her for awhile. She had been eager to taste warm fresh human blood one last time before she would be subject to meals of animal blood.

Her eyes burned into his, no more than a foot away now. She snarled and waited to see what he would say.

[Ancel Schray]

"It is not like when last we were in each others company. The world has changed Jocelyn."

Ancel poured a glass of wine and summoned a woman servant, who without thought, slit her wrist and poured her blood into the wine, and a second glass, which he then topped off with wine. He healed her arm and she wandered away.

Ancel offered a glass to Jocelyn. "I have reviewed the file on the man you killed. A scumbag lawyer, real sleaze of a human. The world is better off without him. As is my company, now that the bastard can't keep trying to extort money."

"Jocelyn, I want you to take over my company."
There, his ture motive, out in the open. He gestured at the world map on the wall, displaying his holdings world wide, and next to it a small map showing Washington state. The Mask Ball I am holding is a benefit for the hospital, but I intend it to be your coming out party. An introdcution to High Society. Within another year I will begin deligating out duties, and raise your rank within the company. Within the year following I will offically hand off the company to you, and retire to my private island."