0 comments/ 10795 views/ 1 favorites Tropical Storm Ch. 00 By: Aurora Black Author's Note: The main characters (Gabriel Knight, Grace Nakimura) are the property of Sierra / Vivendi Universal and Jane Jensen. Okay, moving on... This takes place after the events of GK2: The Beast Within, and it's part of a fanfic that I never finished. I wrote this when I was 23, so it's rather rough compared to my later stuff. Enjoy. * * * Negril, Jamaica August, 1995 The soil was damp and cold from the late evening rain, allowing the men to dig into the ground so much easier. Their shovels were the only sounds audible in the secluded cemetery as they plunged deeper and deeper into the yielding earth. The men did not dare talk amongst themselves as they were still within earshot of the sleek, black limousine, which was no more than a few yards away from the grave's site. For the best body-disposal convenience, I suppose. Fucking twisted bitch. The poor bastard's not even dead yet, one of the diggers thought as he fought down a wave of rage and nausea. He inwardly cursed the woman who sat in the back of the luxury car, her window rolled down to watch the carrying out of her dirty work with extreme satisfaction on her beautiful features. She met the man's eyes, and her brow furrowed. "Get back to work, God damn it! We've got a schedule to keep!" The man reluctantly went back to his tasks, again cursing her and praying for forgiveness from God for what was about to take place. Inside the limo, a corner of the woman's painted mouth turned upward in a brief smile. Passing a hand through her short blonde hair, she inched closer to the bound and unconscious man with whom she shared the backseat. She climbed onto his jean-clad lap, taking a closer look at his face. You're mine now, Gabriel Knight. I wonder what your little wife is going to say about that... Intoxicated by the feelings of exhilaration and complete control, the woman leaned forward, grasped Gabriel's earlobe in her perfect teeth, and tugged gently. He let out a soft groan of pain and stirred, slowly returning to consciousness. "Wake up, love." Growing bolder, she flicked her tongue against his sensually pouted lips. His eyes opened with the contact, and he stiffened when he realized where he was and with whom. Automatically he tried to move away from the woman, and he was stunned to find that his arms and legs were firmly secured. Anger flashed in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse and hard as he spoke. "Untie me. Right now." A false laugh bubbled from the woman's throat. "Oh, I'm afraid that I can't do that, darling. I have too much at stake to let you go now, and besides... I'm enjoying the experience of having you tied up like this too much to free you." She rubbed herself aggressively against his lap to prove her point, and Gabriel felt only pure disgust and loathing at her touch. Gabriel didn't give a damn about her enjoyment. He just wanted to go back to the hotel, where Grace was no doubt waiting for him to return. He hated everything about the situation that he had found himself in, and he mentally reviewed the last events of the evening before he blacked out. He remembered the bass beats and the dark lighting of the gothic club, and the sour, foreign taste in his gin and tonic that had quickly overpowered him. He felt his face explode with angry heat at the realization. "You drugged me, you sick bitch!" His hands continued to work on his restraints, and he tried his best to distract her while he felt them gradually loosen. A wicked smile spread across her heavily made-up face. She took his head in her hands and rubbed her chest against his face. "Such NASTY language! Didn't your mother ever wash your mouth with SOAP? Such a BAD boy... the BEST kind in my opinion. What on EARTH were you doing with Grace... she was NEVER the type to..." Gabriel had heard and endured enough. He fought back with the only weapon that he had at his disposal. He rose up from the seat as far as he could, and thrust his head against her, knocking her off him. She landed on the floor of the limo with a thud, and he continued to challenge her as she panted and looked at him in a temporary daze. "And what about you, damn it? Huh? Didn't your daddy ever give you enough attention, little girl? Have you always hated men so much, you cheap whore, that you have no choice but to play sick and sad little games with them while they belong to OTHER WOMEN? No wonder you have to drug a man in order to try and get laid, because you're nothing but a fucking lunatic!" The blonde was livid with rage as she scrambled from the floor to the seat across from Gabriel. A split second later, she returned to her former position with an expression of sheer madness and triumph. Gabriel didn't need to look at her hand to know that she was holding a gun, and his mind returned to Grace. They had been married for only three weeks, and he knew that by now she would be worried about his whereabouts and safety. Oh God, baby. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me for getting myself into this. Gabriel didn't dare show one measure of his distress to the blonde woman, who was clearly expecting to him to plead for his life. He wanted to kick the smug smile off her face, and he prayed for the strength to live through the night. The blonde witch was very impatient. "Well? What do you have to say now?" The loud click of the gun's hammer resounded within the limo's interior as she cocked it just inches from his face. Gabriel speared her with his eyes. "What the hell are you waiting for? Do it! It will only give you yet another crime to answer for, and the police will absolutely LOVE the lead that Grace will give them about you when I don't come back." He spat out the words, his blood roaring in his ears. "It would give me great pleasure to get the bullet, so you could finally be put out of my misery. Why don't you save a bullet to use on yourself later? You'd do the world a huge favor, and besides... you'll need it!" Her eyes flashed in the darkness as she grit her teeth hard, uncocking the pistol. Before Gabriel knew what was happening, he felt an explosive blow against the side of his head. He slumped sideways on the leather seat, unconscious. The woman eyed the trail of blood that dripped from Gabriel's temple with a mixture of satisfaction and anxiety. She was breathing heavily and sweating hard. She backed away from Gabriel to sit on the opposite seat, fumbling in her purse for a handkerchief. She found one and furiously dabbed her face and neck to remove the moisture. After checking her make up, she peered out of the window to see how her men were faring. "How's it going out there? Someone talk to me!" "We're finishing now." She opened the limo door with a laugh, stepping out into the night. "It's about damn time. Hurry up and get this son of a bitch in the ground before he wakes up again! I have a widow to make out of Grace Nakimura Knight!" The men dropped their shovels and headed for the limo, where they picked up Gabriel. The blonde eyed them with pleasure. My men, always able to do whatever I tell them with no hesitation. Well, almost. If my usual charms don't work, all I have to do is threaten them with whatever means I need and everything is as right as rain. She laughed at her private joke as she felt the rain pour onto her body. She didn't mind it one bit, because the thrill of the kill was to be hers once more. What a shame, she observed as the men walked towards her with the knocked-out Gabriel in tow. I never got to know what he was like in bed. He looks like he could make a girl lose her mind between the sheets. Oh, well... "So long, Gabriel Knight. It could have been fun." She stood nearby as the men continued carrying Gabriel to a wooden makeshift casket, which was next to the hole in the earth. She felt the familiar warmth in her belly as she gleefully watched her hired thugs first place the casket bottom in the earth, and then Gabriel. She inched closer as one of the men reached for the casket's lid and began to place it on top to seal Gabriel inside. "Wait! Hold on a second!" Adrenaline rushed through her veins at the realization that the final moments were at hand. Her heart pounded in a wild rhythm as an almost orgasmic sensation coursed through her body. These were the moments that she lived for; an insatiable craving that required death's dark embrace. Fascinated, she stared into the deep hole as if she wanted to memorize every detail; the shape of the man within, the contrast of his pale skin and red hair against the black of the soil. It's funny when they say "till death do us part" in this case; because here he is in the ground, and Grace is nowhere to be found! How ironic! He pledged his life to her, and now his death will belong to me. Tearing her eyes away from the sight, the woman patted her coat pockets in search of something. With a cruel smile, she recovered her embroidered handkerchief from the tight leather, and she couldn't stop giggling as she tossed it into the open grave. "Goodbye, my love! Here is a token of my affection to take with you to the next world!" She clutched her hands to her middle until her laughter subsided, and then she turned on her heel, returning to the limo. "Carry on, boys! Perhaps we can all go for a drink later? Or two, or twenty? It doesn't matter to me..." The casket was nailed shut, and the dirt shoveled into place. "God help us all," the men murmured. * * * Gabriel awoke to complete darkness. His eyes were wide open, yet he saw nothing. His arms lay at his sides, and he experimentally flexed his muscles. He was no longer bound. He turned his head to the side, and winced with pain. Where the hell am I? He tried to raise his arms upward, but they met a hard surface. He then tried to spread his arms out from the sides, and again something prevented further movement. Fighting back a wave of panic, Gabriel reached a hand into his jeans pocket and took out a lighter, which he always carried with him for emergencies. A flick of the wheel brought forth the light, and he froze at the realization that he was buried alive. Jesus Christ! Gabriel's breathing began to pick up speed as his reason melted away, and he felt nothing but the need to escape to the surface. He screamed as the primal urge for survival took hold within him. He beat his fists against the lid, and tried to kick downward with his booted feet. Nothing helped. Calm down, Knight. You're wasting your air. Take small breaths, and no more heroics. Think, damn it! Gabriel thought again of Grace, and wondered what she was doing at that moment. He felt a sick feeling in his stomach at how easily he got into the witch's trap, and he wished that he could be with his wife instead of six feet under, his air measured in mere minutes. Gracie... why did this have to happen to us? Why are you now without a husband? His eyes began to water, and he regretted wasting so much air in his panicked frenzy. He began to whisper the Lord's Prayer softly, his body gradually feeling weightless as the minutes passed. He felt as if he were floating, and he felt the overwhelming urge to sleep. He no longer had the power to resist. He began to hallucinate from the lack of air, indulging in a fantasy where Grace was holding him in her arms. In his mind, her breath was warm and sweet. He could smell the fragrance of her hair and feel the softness of her skin against his face. He moaned in grief as he began to gasp for air; the ultimate sleep was almost upon him. His lungs heaved in vain, and his last words were a low whisper. "I love you, Gracie." Gabriel surrendered to the siren's call of sleep, and he allowed the everlasting darkness to envelop him. Tropical Storm Ch. 01 Schloss Ritter - Two Weeks Earlier Gabriel sat in his favorite armchair in the Schattenjager library, reading the newspaper. It was a few minutes past noon when Grace entered the room, her hips swaying confidently as she walked towards him. She was dressed in her best business suit, having just returned from a second interview for a position in the highly renowned doctorate program at the University of Munich. Behind the paper, he heard her approach, her high heels clicking on the parquet floor. He lowered the newspaper to greet her with a warm smile. His voice was intimate and tender as he gazed lovingly at his wife when she stood before him. "Hello, Mrs. Knight." Grace beamed at his words. "Hello yourself, Mr. Knight." "How did the interview go, Doc?" She smiled enigmatically as she lowered her briefcase and purse onto the nearby coffee table. "It's difficult to tell how it went at this point." He neatly folded up the newspaper before putting it aside, concern on his rugged features. "Why? Did something go wrong?" She slowly unbuttoned her suit jacket before removing it, launching into a full account of the event. "Well, you know how nervous I was about it. I was tossing and turning all night last night." Gabriel smiled wolfishly. "Not all night, baby. I seem to recall finding a way to soothe your nerves, several times." Grace blushed slightly as she kicked off her shoes and untucked her silk blouse from the waistband of her skirt. "Indeed we did, but once I was on the road to the city my worries kicked in again. I just hope I didn't sound like a buffoon as a result." She bent down to remove her stockings, and Gabriel was transfixed by the sight of his wife's shapely legs as she raised her skirt to peel away the clingy nylon that went up to mid-thigh. He felt a familiar warmth building in his abdomen, which only intensified as he saw Grace's eyes flash with desire. Licking his lips, he forced himself to reply. "I'm sure you did great, sweetheart. Really..." Gabriel trailed off as Grace began to unbutton her blouse, walking seductively towards him. "I was on campus and in the interview room right on time, but there were a few jerks who pointedly looked at their watches as I came in, as if I was supposed to come earlier to impress them. To kiss their asses, more like." She stood directly before him with a look of pure mischief as she continued her strip show for Gabriel. She was deliberately making small talk to keep him somewhat unaware of her intentions until the moment when she would jump him and ride him into the sunset. She felt herself grow wet in anticipation as she watched him shift uncomfortably in his chair. This is going to be so good. Even though Gabriel felt himself growing achingly hard against his confining jeans, he genuinely wanted to hear about his wife's day. He tried in vain to keep his passion in check. "Those snotty bastards. What happened next?" Toying with the tails of her opened blouse, she continued. "Well, as I walked further into the room, I was shocked at the number of judges present. There had to have been ten of them, while I was expecting only two or three. I got a little intimidated, actually. Seems like an unfair ratio, all of them against little ol' me." At this she slid off the blouse to reveal her full breasts, lushly displayed in a red lace bra. Gabriel groaned aloud at the sight, and his hands itched to cup them in his hands. "You're definitely not little, darlin'." His penis twitched inside a pair of jeans that were getting tighter with each passing moment. He wanted to pull her to him, open his pants and thrust inside her satiny heat. His voice croaked. "And then what?" Grace grinned wickedly as she hitched up her skirt again, hooked her dainty fingers into the waistband of the matching lace panties and trailed them down her legs until she could step out of them. "I used my allotted time wisely and I tried my best to convince them of my ability and of the many assets I possess and would contribute to the program." Gabriel couldn't take anymore. The removal of her panties was the last straw, and he was literally throbbing. "Christ, Gracie. If you don't come here and show me your assets right now, I'll explode!" Grace laughed lustily. "Poor baby! Of course, we wouldn't want that to happen. Yet." He opened his arms and she climbed on top of him, straddling his lean hips. They both sighed in relief as they kissed passionately, tongues dueling and caressing. Her hands deftly unbuttoned his white oxford shirt to expose his mouth-watering chest. She broke the kiss to trail scorching kisses on her husband's throat, tantalizing him as she slowly worked her way down. Gabriel groaned loudly as Grace gently caught a nipple between her even white teeth, circling it with her warm wet tongue. He could feel her woman's heat where he pressed against her, and he was going insane with need. "Honey, this is starting to get painful..." She raised her head, confusion on her face. She was about to ask him why when she felt his pulsing erection beneath her, trapped in unyielding denim. Grace left his embrace and lowered herself to kneel on the floor before him. She unbuckled his belt and opened the button fly before tugging both jeans and boxers down to his ankles. He lifted his hips to help her, and after kicking them away he looked down at her as she caressed his thighs. She feasted her eyes on his magnificent erection. "Someone's happy to see me." Gabriel chuckled softly. "He's always delighted when you visit." She gave him a wicked smile. "In that case, I should give him a special greeting kiss." She wrapped her hand firmly around his penis as she lowered her mouth to him. Gabriel cried out as he felt her tongue swirl around the head, and when she moved to take him deeper inside the moist cavern of her mouth, his control snapped. His voice was hoarse with lust. "Come here. Now." She looked up at him, and the sight of her pouty, glistening lips made his entire body clench. "Ride me, Gracie." She mounted him, and they kissed deeply as she positioned him at her entrance and sensually slid down the rigid shaft. Gabriel moaned as their lips parted, his hands fumbling with the fastenings of Grace's sexy bra. "I don't think we need this, do you?" Grace was enjoying the feel of him inside her as she moved. "Nope, it's only in the way." He removed it and squeezed her breasts in his hands as she moved faster on him. He buried his face in them, inhaling the scent of her skin before latching onto the nearest nipple and gently sucking. She gasped in pleasure, threading her fingers through his fiery hair as he alternated between breasts. His powerful hands grasped her bottom underneath her skirt, pumping her harder on him. Grace leaned forward to lightly bite the side of his neck, her breathing ragged in his ear. "Gabriel, yes! Oh, baby..." He could tell she was getting close; so was he. He moved one of his hands from Grace's bottom to where their bodies met. After lubricating his thumb with the free-flowing juices that he found there, he positioned the digit on her clitoris and drew careful circles. Trembling with passion, Grace arched her back as she contracted hard around him. Her moans of completion echoed in the room as she came. She leaned forward to kiss him, her tongue exciting him even further. She whispered softly in his ear. "Mmm, sweetie. Now it's your turn." She rotated her hips against him, making him cry out in surprise and pleasure. He grabbed her hips as he lifted his own, incredibly aroused by the soft sucking noises their joined bodies made with each movement. Gabriel growled low in his throat as he reached for her, nuzzling her neck as he felt the searing heat begin to take over. "Christ! Oh, fuck..." His body stiffened in her arms, and then stilled. Grace rested her head on his chest, a satisfied grin on her face. She felt as if she were a cat who was lucky enough to find a giant saucer of cream. She chuckled to herself at the double entendre. She raised her head to watch her husband. His head was thrown back, his red hair fanned out against the brown leather of the armchair. His eyes were closed and his face was peaceful, as if he was sleeping. She knew better. Moving carefully so he wouldn't slide out of her, she leaned forward to kiss his closed eyelids, his nose and cheeks before finally moving to kiss his full lips. He stirred and opened his eyes, smiling into her mouth. "Jesus, woman. You're going to be the death of me." Grace laughed, her midnight hair falling over his face. "But what a way to go. How interesting. Was that a complaint, husband? I thought you enjoyed it. If that's the case, maybe I shouldn't seduce you again." He thrust his hand into her hair and pulled her to him for a passionate kiss. "God no, wife! Have your wicked way with me anytime you like. Don't ever stop." She gently bit his lower lip, then soothed the mark with her tongue. "I won't. I promise."