Kendrick..it's your sister in law! [] Closed []

[The Sadist]

She had been MIA long enough. The talk with her sister had rattled her a little bit, but J would never know that. So she had a brother in law..it was almost as vile to think about as someone tricking her sister into marriage and that was how Malice viewed it at the moment. J had said she was happy, but the games the two of them played were not amusing to her in any shape or form. She left her room and headed down the hall. She already knew where to find him, since her sisters scent was like a homing beacon to Malice. The symphony of leather whispered her path down the hall, as bare feet made nary a sound. Ethereal tendrils of her beloved shadows danced with the crevices of darkness in an attempt to keep close to their mistress. Pausing before his door she hesitated a moment giving her t shirt a tug. It had a picture of a woman holding a meat cleaver and read "You Can't Have Manslaughter Without Laughter."

Left hand came to tap knuckles against the door precisely three times before it sought the confines of pocket. Right hand was content to let index finger hook the empty belt loop. Mantilla of ebon fluttered over depths of liquid steel as they seemed to try and bore a hole into the wooden structure as if to see if he was in his room. She already knew her sister was gone, and J had agreed to let them talk privately. Malice just hoped that the male did not piss her off to the point she wanted to gouge his eyes out with skewers. Violence..something the Sadist truly enjoyed and it had been awhile since any violent actions were made by her. Tonight that could change, but it would be best if it did not.

There she would stand, shifting her weight from right foot to left waiting for him to answer the door. She had questions that only he could answer. Malice wanted to find happiness for her sister, and this could very well give her that. Even if her own life was rather chaotic at the moment. Doug had stopped replying to her emails, her calls and her texts. Surely he was just busy and nothing bad had happened. No, she would know if he was in trouble but the only other option was infidelity, and seriously who would be dumb enough to betray Malice of all people. Mental shake of her head because she couldn't afford to be sidetracked...she would deal with her own problems later. Right now, it was her sister she was concerned about and it appeared that J was all the family Malice had left.

[Kendrick]

Nothing had surprised Kendrick more then when his Joy moved in. She did not move into his bedroom but into the second bedroom. That was something he was going to have to work on. Getting her back where she belonged. For now he was holding his cards close to his belt. A lazy smile formed when he thought of her this morning before she left. Fresh from the shower was always his favorite look on her. Okay it was one of his favorite looks. She came out and informed him that she was going shopping and she would return later. She must of took his grin as agreement because she had slipped out.

She had not been gone long when he heard a knock on his door. A small frown upon his forehead as he stood up from the couch. He had just about ready to take a nap but maybe his Joy forgot something and did not have her key. When he got closer to the door he sensed it was not her on the other side but someone that she was close too. The scent was not of Joy. Pulling the door open he did not show a flicker of surprise instead he stepped inside and made a sweeping motion with his hand. “Malice. I have been expecting you.” Small smile part of him was curious if this was a get to know you visit or a stay away from my baby sister sort. No Joy did not warn him that her sister was coming it was obvious that she would though. “Care to come in, have a seat?” Lazy grin slipped over his features.

[The Sadist]

Malice wasn't really the social kind so when he opened the door she stood motionless for a three count. Stoic features remained and nothing more than a nod to his acknowledgment of who she was as she accepted the invitation to come into his room. Femme fatale was resisting the urge to bitch slap that smile off his face, but she told J she wouldn't scare him off. So cue up that trademark smile, the one that never seemed to reach to the corner of her eyes to show genuineness. She was going to win an academy award for this one."Thank you. I suppose formal introductions are not needed."Said softly as she claimed the first chair she approached, lowering herself cautiously within it's confines before relaxing just a bit. No need to be tense, it wasn't as if the male intimidated her.

There was something about him that to Malice didn't seem right. She knew he was most definitely not human."Leave it to J, to find a playmate not of her kind."Until he confessed his undying love for her sister, he was in her mind nothing more than a playmate. Someone her sister would pass the time with until she got bored, and the Kinkaid sisters were known for how quickly they grew bored. No need for beating around the bush, and Malice didn't have the social graces or patience to sit here and play nice. She wanted to know why he decided to pick her sister out of all people, however she would wait until he was seated or whatever before the interrogation began.

[Kendrick]

He was sociable? His idea of being sociable was this right here. Mostly being a solitary creature the only one that he frequented time with happened to be this ladies sister. That on its own caused the manner in which he greeted her. Having seen the protective glean in Malice’s eye the first time they had met he knew she was going to be visiting. Slapping was a form of foreplay. The saying might be to keep it in the family but he doubted that his Joy would appreciate that. Joy had a bit of a possessive streak in the girl. The man was not trying to be intimidating what would the point in that be? He did not want to make things harder on Joy. She was a reason and the only reason the two were in the same room as it was.

Humans could be quite boring yet tasty. He had eaten his fair share. Not that he was bragging. Smirk would be given before words would slip out of his mouth. “Her own kind would not be able to handle your sister.” He said the words even if he figured the woman before him knew that. It was his way of saying that Malice did not hold all of the cards in this game that they were playing. He did not offer a drink as a good host would he knew the social customs but did not mean he adhered to such. He could be quite charming when he wished it. Not putting on a show for this woman. Moving to sit down on the matching chair across the small coffee table he took on a relaxed pose. Waiting.

[The Sadist]

The pair had something in common besides J at least. Neither enjoyed being social, Malice went out only when she had to. The Sadist had to remember why she was doing this, it was for her sister. His statement almost brought a smile to her face. At least he realized that J wasn't his normal run of the mill every day woman.. " Many have tried, and many have failed." The edge in her voice was gone. Malice was trying to put forth the effort, this was her brother in law and if J saw something in Kendrick she would trust her decision. He must be something if he got her to marry him. Ivory dagger nibbled lightly on the plumpness of lower lip. She watched him take his own seat and was not offended by his lack of hosting skills, if the roles were reversed she would probably be treating him much the same.

Since their earlier encounters were breif, Malice took the time to study him. He wasn't her type but he wasn't bad on the eyes either. "How did you and my sister meet?"She wondered if this was before or after the fiasco with the James man. Her thoughts were private but the slight chuckle released was not. Her sister had a way of finding trouble and she was sure Kendrick had been the trouble or been trying to get her out of trouble when they met. She watched him, still not sure what exactly he was. Human, no. Vampire,no. Demon, most likely. Didn't matter anymore. J was all that mattered to her and with any luck it would be all that mattered to him.

[Kendrick]

He wanted the best for Joy and that is exactly what he was. The man had a ego but he was keeping things in check. Not one to overly show emotions. 'Many have tried, and many have failed.' If one was looking close enough they would see a twitch just below his eye, not liking to be reminded of such. "I have heard stories." His voice was dead flat as he spoke those words. He had not heard about the girls latest adventures back home but he had heard plenty of her adventures here.

The question gave him a pause. "Are you sure you want my telling of the story?" Then a thought hit him as he wondered if she had already gotten the story from Joy. A test. Normally such a thought would get his temper going, he did not like to be tested, but he remembered whom he was speaking with and calmed down. None of that would be visible not even a flicker of annoyance over his features. He wasn't a man of many words and this story was going to take plenty of them. After casting an appraising look over Malice his head dipped into a slow nod before he began to tell the story. Even though he asked the question he knew she would not ask him if she did not want the answer. Something told him she was like him in that aspect.

"It was a few years back. At a pool hall. I do not remember what town." It was true he traveled all around Rhy'Din and the surrounding places. "I had been following a target that happened to go to a pool hall. The moment I walked in something tugged at my attention...or rather someone." A small pause as if he was seeing her sister in his mind's eye. It was the first and only time that his prey had gotten away freely because he had become ensnared in someone else. "She was shooting pool with some rather large men, men that were none to happy to have their asses handed to them by a slip of a woman." A almost proud grin moved lazily over his lips. Left hand moved to the arm of the chair where fingers would flex and un flex as he spoke. "Things were manageable for her, I believe, until she called the men out and asked for her money. Needless to say she was starting a riot that was directed at her. I merely came to her aid." He had it wasn't something he would of done for just anyone. Blame it on his father's side he rather enjoyed watching people getting the raw end of the stick. He was a demon alright and not your average demon for he was a rare breed, mother was succubi and father a demon from the deepest parts of Hell. In normal conditions he would not of been born for they technically can't breed except for the rarities. Malice should be happy her little sister got herself a rare man.

[The Sadist]

Moitionless Malice sat as she did catch that twitch just below his eye, it seem she had struck a nerve. For the moment that nerve was left alone because she knew how that felt and frankly she wasn't in the mood to be sadistic. Her sisters liaisons were legendary in places much to Malice's chagrin. Flying under the radar wasn't J's cup of tea and discretion wasn't either sometimes. To his rather lackluster statement her own nod was given. J had been tabloid front page not that long ago and that was the image that flashed with her minds eye. With any luck the man would be the one that would finally remove her sister from such debauchery.

Sculpted brow arched briefly. This was not a test, nor had she asked her sister. She wanted to hear it from him. J left out details at time in order to either protect her ass or save her sister grief and Malice had learned over the years which circumstances required another point of view. Now Kendrick might not like Malice but like it or not they did have more in common than just J. They both hated being social and both were creatures of few words. The gift of gab was not Malice's thing and the he remained stoic said something about his. She was glad however that he chose to weave the tale of how he'd met her sister and once it was almost wrapped up she couldn't help but laugh. Her own proud smile held velveteen softness momentarily."She has the uncanny ability to get herself into trouble. Thanks for having her back when I was not around."

Silence, not the awkward kind in her opinion, just the kind that is between two people when one is contemplating. Malice not being around was no longer a concern. She was going to make sure J was always within close proximity, that didn't mean she was going to hound her every move, it simply meant that when Malice physically wasn't around, her shadows would be, but only if Kendrick wasn't around as well. It was his job to protect and take care of her sister now, and Malice was sure he was capable of doing just that. Perhaps having a brother in law wasn't going to be such a bad thing. They both loved J deeply and wanted what was best for her. There was no need for threats because she was sure he understood what would happen should he betray her sister. "J is all the family I have left and I only want what's best for her."She paused before continuing, trying to find the best words to speak but only came up with..."Welcome to the family."

That was her white flag of sorts, her peace offering to the man that was now married to her sister. Between the two J would never have to face anything alone, and Malice took comfort in that . It was always nice to know that someone was there to have your back. It also reminded her that at he moment, her back was left very vulnerable since Doug had vanished again. Mantilla of ebon pulled over depths of haunting mercury to conceal any trace of emotion that might have danced across them. Her trouble and burdens were her own, and privacy was something she craved. Bringing her gaze back to him she offered a slight smile."Any questions I can answer for you, or can we tell J that we became fast friends."They both knew they were not friends but had a mutual understanding if nothing else, maybe in time a friendship between the two would not be out of the question but for right now calling a truce would suffice.

[Kendrick]

The two had a goal in common. He did not like the fact his wife, yes his wife, was front page fodder because she was not discrete. It was one thing when others did not know their business it was something else when everyone knew their business. He was a private person.

As the words left Malice's mouth his head dipped in acknowledgment. Wry grin forming. "It is rather a full time job." Before the marriage hit a rocky patch he had his hands full keeping his Joy from getting her pretty little neck rang. He understood fully about the way that the girl found trouble or if you listened to her that trouble found her.

There was no moving from his spot. He was relaxed in the chair. When Malice spoke again his eyes lazily looked up and over at her. Here it comes was his first thought about how she wanted the best for her sister. Who did not want the best for their family? Okay the family that they care for. There was no surprise visible on his face nor in those eyes. "Thank you." What else did one say to such a greeting?

He did not know anything about the woman's back but if push came to shove they were family now. That in itself could be considered not good for any one else involved in such a situation. Did he have any questions. A thoughtful look crossed features as she shifted in the chair and came up with a slight shrug. "I have nothing. Joy will be happy with the knowledge we won't be trying to kill each other." It would lesson the stress that the girl had about the two and she would no longer have to hide anything from her sister.

[The Sadist]

His matter of fact statement caused Malice to laugh, she couldn't help it. It would seem that her new brother in law had experienced the trouble J either got into or that found her often.."With plenty of overtime I suspect."With her laughter dying off porcelain features turned stoic once more. She was just glad that he truly did seem to care, perhaps even love her sister enough to put up with the bullshit that sometimes came by the bag fulls, not at any fault of J's of course. She still couldn't believe her little sister was married, but hopefully she wouldn't follow in Malice's footsteps, her attempts didn't seem to pan out as she wished but anywho.

Subltle nod of her own to his thanks, but in truth she was glad to have someone else that cared as much about J as she did, and that would kill to make sure her happiness and well being were guaranteed. J didn't need babysitters, but sometimes she needed to be protected for herself and with Kendrick, Malice knew it would be much better for J when push came to shove. Yes, like it or not Malice's little threesome was now a foursome. Kendrick and J, Doug and herself. Her dwindling family was growing and that was something she was coming to terms with, but J would always be her main concern, Kendrick or no Kendrick.

Since he didn't really have anything he needed to ask her, a fluid motion brought her to her feet, the movement seemed to bring joy to the shadows that held into the nooks and cranny's of the room. Velveteen softness parted in a slight smile as Malice turned herself towards the door."At least not for the moment."The humor Malice had was rather lost on others but it was her own brand of funny, and most times she was the only one that got the punchline."It was nice talking with you Kendrick. Perhaps in the near future we all can get together for some good quality family time."Another laugh and she was headed for the door. She didn't need to be shown out, nor did she expect he would even attempt to do such.

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