RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES -- AUBREY

[lucifer emery]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]0679 WORDS FOR AUBREY OMG YOUNG FANS! DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]there were only two things lucifer emery could not live without: power and money. well, three, if you counted his three year old daughter sophia. even though luc wanted to separate himself from his tyranic father, he still followed in the same footsteps. yes, mr. emery had been a very evil, very twisted man, but lucifer couldn't help but follow behind his father's legacy like an eager duckling. on the wealth aspect, however, luc had more money than he knew what to deal with. there could be another economy bust and he'd still have more than anyone in the country... his parents had been quite frugal, and because both had such high-paying jobs the opportunity of poverty never crossed his path. they never spent a single penny on their son. if luc wanted something he had to buy it himself. such a life was not for those to indulge in, but once luc hit high school the credit card came out. instantly he was a success, climbing the social ladder and resting at the very top of the school hierarchy as king, leader, and hottest guy. oh, yes, luc got all the girls, had the most sex, the best car, the best clothes, the best dorm, and the best group of friends anyone could ever ask for. of course, things weren't all perfect. whe he met tilly, his fiance, things seemed to just... spiral downwards. they fought, they argued, they threw punches and kicks and bit and scratched each other. and then they'd make up with furius kissing, angry sex, and then more abusing fucking. things weren't right with the two of them, but lucifer knew no other way of life. and thus, after about a month of ongoing drama, tilly came back to him with the announcement that she was indeed pregnant in hopes of forcing luc to stick around. out of all people she should have known those plans never succeeded. but they did with luc. he wanted the kid, and news of tilly's pregnancy brought him closer to his girlfriend until he dropped on one knee and proposed to her. she said yes, of course, and that was when luc thought his problems were gone forever. with an exicited three year old on his shoulders, lucifer stood in the elevator surrounded by young, pubescent girls with wet hair and bathing suits. they kept glancing at him as if they knew who he was, and a few giggled to each other. none of them took their eyes off of lucifer, and the man shifted a bit uncomfortably. if he was younger he may have flaunted his worth a bit more, but with a three year old pulling out whatever hair he had left on his head these girls weren't exactly a welcome addition to his already crazy life. finally the torture ended and the familiar ping of the elevator signaled their arrival. lucifer quickly shuffled out of the elevator, but not before the girls began screaming his name and chasing after him. oh... fuck... fuck... fuck... luc kicked it into high gear and pulled sophia down from his shoulders and dashed down the halls. he needed to lose these girls before his baby decided to throw a fit. damn , damn, damn where was audrey's room? luc spun around a corner and ducked behind a wall, smothering sophia's mouth with one hand as the crowd of girls ran shrieking by. the little bunette began to whimper, tears running down her face. her father's sudden roughness and the loud screaming bothered her, and she clung to luc's shirt in a fearful crying fit. finally he snuck out from around the corner, petting sophia as constantly as he could to keep the little girl from crying louder. he scanned the rooms for that special number... and then he found it! luc rapped on the door quickly, hoping aubrey would open it before those young fans came back and attacked him. "aubrey! open the damn door!" his voice was a hushed whisper, and it sounded like the stampede was getting closer... [/style]

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[Aubrey Townsend]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] She heard the stampede in the hallway and quickly finished childproofing the posh room before going to answer the door. The sight she was greeted by, however, made her brow lift curiously. Without waiting for him to say anything further, she moved behind him and pushed him lightly through the door, careful not to jar the crying girl anymore than she had to. After he was over the threshold and in the room, she followed him in. The door was kicked close but not hard enough that it slammed. "You certainly know how to make an entrance." She teased, making her way to the miniature fridge, where she produced two sodas and a bottle of juice. With glasses already having been ready, she opened each bottle. The juice was poured into a glass without ice, considering her paranoia that surrounded having a choking toddler in her home, and the soda was poured into the two glasses that had ice. She knew how to be a good hostess, even if she was a murderous bitch, hellbent on taking her mentor's empire from under him. "I hope your trip over was pleasant, hon." She chirped, gathering the three drinks, which she she brought over to the coffee table, setting them down on their respective coasters. "Until those crazy girls leave the vicinity, unless you'd like me to act as security, I think it'd be best to rest here for a spell." She mused, taking a seat upon the plush couch. For once, her clothing was surprisingly modest, although it may have even simply been because she was having unknown company and a child in her lavish, hotel room. Still,, just because she was modest, she didn't look plain in the least. Her clothing, which consisted of a blouse and a skirt, hugged her curves, accenting her figure. About the only time she wore pants was when she was doing field work for Vic. Even then, it was usually something savvy. Her dark hair framed the pale features of her face, hiding her pale eyes from view. She'd swear on her life that putting up her hair was bad, so she never did, unless she was doing something that required her not getting her hair in her face. She watched him curiously, trying to figure out what was all about. The little girl seemed cute enough. She certainly wasn't anything J couldn't handle. In the back of her mind, she could feel her maternal instinct kicking into gear, making her ache in places she hadn't even known existed. Part of her was still sore from her time with Connor, but she never showed it. Perhaps, the soreness came from guilt. Vic had been nothing but kind to her, and she got it into her head that he deserved to be spited, which had resulted in her sleeping with the only friend she knew he had. Athena was more her friend than his, although that could change. Vic had always had a soft spot for women like Athena, even if he tried not to show it. To be honest, it kind of made her jealous. Vic had made her into who she was, but he never allowed her the luxury of companionship while he whored around with women of every race, size, and background. She wanted to have a life, to get away from the life of crime. Hell, she wanted a family of her own before her biological clock stopped ticking. With each day that passed her by, she felt that dream slipping further and further out of reach, leaving her with a feeling of hopelessness, which she hid quite well. In a vain attempt to push these thoughts of her head, she tried to focus on the man in her hotel room or even the girl he held so protectively in his arms. An even smaller part of her was envious of what he had. Why wouldn't she be? He had everything she wanted, minus the hoard of stampeding idiots that seemed to follow him wherever he went. The closest thing to a romantic night was the fling she had with Connor and even that hadn't been close to romantic. It was just a business arrangement between two, consenting adults with ulterior motives, which had been oddly similar at the time. She knew that it had been a mistake but at the time, she was having too much fun to do the smart thing and retract her offer.

[lucifer emery]

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