Make Me

On the third day of our little trip, Jude and I began planning the murder, and the seduction of Harvis. I wanted to torture him before he dies, but there were a few obstacles, besides just the kidnapping part... Leon and the other feathery crew. Since I declared war on (as it appears) both heaven and hell, I had to count in, that they will try to interfere with my plan like last time.

Jude said, Angels can't hurt humans, therefore they can't kill me either... However, they can quickly ruin my plans with Harvis, if I'm not careful about it.

Harvis was going to organize a dinner party tomorrow, at his house, which made it a little bit more complicated. It's not easy to kidnap the host of a party, but also a great way to make a scene after I killed him. I wanted to put him on display, for everyone to see. All these rich bastards will have an excellent and memorable night, that's for sure.

"Are you sure this is needed?" I asked finally, scanning myself in the bathroom mirror. Jude bought me male lingerie, which was mainly a black, kind of laced bottom piece, with a string leading up my chest to my neck, where it formed an elegant, thin collar, with a belt at my waist, making sure my toned body was really put on display with its best qualities.

My face looked tired, but almost in a flattering manner... if someone had a vampire kink, here I am. Pale, kinda dead, hating the sunlight, and I got a little thinner, so my cheekbones were really living their best life.

"Do you want to seduce him, or not?" Jude's voice was a little bit in a "duh" manner, but I wasn't sure if this was needed. I mean, the last time it went smoothly, though it's true now I would need him to be less at his senses than before. Pulled my pants up, to see how uncomfortable it would be to wear this under normal clothes, but surprisingly, it was so bad.

Jude was leaning against the doorframe, scanning my figure with well hid interest, though I'm pretty sure when he bought this, he imagined me wearing it for a different purpose. And as much as I'd like to deny, I'd wear it more enthusiastically, if it were for him, not a 40-year-old creep.

"It has a kind of BDSM vibe, do you think he is into that?" I wondered turning to him fully, as he walked into the bathroom, slowly but surely cornering me with his body.

"Well, I don't have any insides to his personal preferences, but I think he'll like it either way. Black makes your skin look more fragile than it is, you know. Cowards like him, love fragile people" I nodded along to his explanation, trying to ignore his presence right in front of me. Leaning against the bathroom counter, I tried acting like this was all a normal distance to have between two people.

"I realized something, while I was listening to you speaking to Leon..." he announced, his face calm but serious.

"Enlighten me" I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my discomfort about this intimacy that I felt between us suddenly.

"You think higher of me than you should be" I made quite a surprised face, not really wanting to admit that it was true. Everyone I have ever met was very certain that Jude is the worst being that ever walked the earth, but I just didn't see it that dramatically? I've met much worse people than he is.

"Why would you say that?" I questioned, avoiding his eyes a little.

"Why else would you be so certain I'm not Judas?" he prompted, curiously scanning my face. Did he start having doubts if he is him or not? But... we don't even meet the storyline of that so-called duo.

"I'm sure because there is no way you are in love with me" I chuckled in an uncomfortable manner, not wanting to boost his ego. I did think he was more than just an empty shell of evil and bad... He did mean a lot to me, and he did do a lot of nice things, he totally didn't have to. He still had the chance and the power to just order me to do whatever, still, he didn't use it. He made me breakfast and dinner and bought my favourite wine, even lulled me to sleep even though I almost suffocated him in my dream. Yeah sure, he was a complete dick as a person, but the source of all evil? Unlikely.

"Well, you wouldn't notice that somebody is in love with you if they announced it on national television" he commented sarcastically, and I just rolled my eyes.

"I'm not that oblivious. I notice when people like me" I stated easily, and he chuckled out of sheer disbelief.

"Oh really"

"Yes. Really" We had a stare-down contest, him looking extremely smug, and doubting, while I grew more furious by the second.

"So, you are absolutely sure, that I am not in love with you, right?" he took one step closer, now pressing me firmly against the counter with just his body. I swallowed, but his face didn't betray anything that I could've really used against him. "Are you, absolutely, positively, one hundred percent sure, that I'm not head-over-heels for you, and would be willing to destroy hell and Lucifer, if necessary, to keep you safe and sound? That I wouldn't go out of my way, to kill anyone who even looks at you in a way I don't like?" He was still staring into my eyes, his face dead serious, while mine was just plain red, and I forgot to breathe. What the hell is he even trying to get to? Trying to contain my pounding heart, I opened my mouth hesitantly.

"I'm... I'm pretty sure...yeah" I said a little unsurely, trying to search his face for answers. He was acting strange. His eyes twitched a little, but I couldn't tell what it meant. A small smile appeared on his lips.

"Is "pretty sure" good enough for you in the current situation? Shouldn't you know for sure, that you don't end up destroying worlds by staying by my side?" he prompted, tilting his head to the side, and he leaned down, even more, placing his hands at my sides on the counter. As our noses were mere inches away, I could smell his intoxicating, but usually well-hidden scent. Jude had to be very close for someone to smell him, but it was worth the quest.

"Well, how the hell could I know for sure. Stop messing with me!" I growled a little irritated since I couldn't stop myself from reacting the way I knew he wanted me to. I was flustered, and though I knew this is sick joke, a part of me was still touched by his words.

"Perhaps, ask me. I'm right here" he grinned, but not in his usual evil way, but still pretty cunning, enjoying the situation probably.

"Jude, stop being a jerk. We both know the answer" I tried to push him off, but he resisted... At times like this did I just realize, how much stronger he was than he ever showed me. I could not move him even an inch, as if I was trying to push a solid rock off me.

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"Do we?"

"Yes, we do, shut up already!" I pushed him harder, still with no results. His face remained calm, and his smile didn't fade, as he was scanning my expression.

"What I'm trying to tell you, Seth" he began again, silencing me and my protesting sharply. At first, he seemed like he wanted to say something... else than he ended up saying, but regardless, my heart skipped a beat from the dramatic beginning "Is that this is your last chance to leave. You heard Leon. You can still go. But after Harvis' heart stops, you'll be mine forever. No matter the cost." His voice got more serious, making sure I wouldn't brush it off this time. I swallowed a little, trying to turn my head away from him somehow, so he wouldn't read my expression.

What did I even think, what will he say? That he loves me? Nonsense. If he said that, he would probably be lying anyway.

And other than that, even when I was with Leon, there was no option of me leaving Jude. The very thought made me sick, and I had really no care left for the rest of the world. Even if Jude ended up being Judas, which I highly doubted, I would stay.

"If I would have wanted to walk away, I should've done it the day I found you in my apartment... Now you are mine, there is nothing to do about it, Jude." I said slowly, trying to find the right words, not to sound too emotional. His smile grew, as he recalled that night, and my cheeks turned even redder, but I didn't let it get to me.

"I'm glad you said that." he said suddenly, leaning down, and he pressed his lips to mine, to my utter and complete shock. I couldn't even move, but it didn't last long, he stepped away from me before I could've reacted to the small kiss. "What the hell?!" I barked after him, which made him stop in his tracks, and he glanced back above his shoulders with a sinister look in his eyes and seductive smile.

"Sorry, I'm just kind of relieved that you chose the easy way... I guess I won't need that bottle of chloroform that I bought. What a bummer!" He chuckled darkly before continuing his way back to the living room area.

I gaped after him, completely dumbfounded. Is he... Was that a joke? I can't tell.

"What... what do you mean by that?" I followed him quickly until he turned to me with his usual menacing smile, but after a while of staring at me, his face fell a little.

"Oh, you actually thought I was going to let you leave if you were to choose that?" he seemed genuinely surprised now, while I was just extremely confused, and I did not believe that he would've drugged me. "You are just... the worse."

"That's kinda the point of this whole Judas thing, you know" he rolled his eyes in a "duh" manner, and I copied him, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"You are bluffing... You are just trying to mask the fact that you are a softie deep inside, and that you were worried that I would leave you" I grinned, which he raised one of his eyebrows to, and sank his hand into his pocket, pulling out a small glass containing some sort of transparent liquid. He gave me a wide grin while my face went completely pale.

"You... Jude... I have no words for the hatred I feel for you... You are right, YOU ARE Judas, who else could be?" I rambled angrily, while he was laughing quite amused. I rarely hear him laugh, and I wanted to enjoy his deep, smooth voice echoing around me, but I was too angry to do so.

"Stop calling him Judas... He is not like that..." He quoted me still laughing, and mocking my moment of kindness towards him, while I relentlessly used him as a punch-bag, but he didn't even flinch as I was boxing into his chest. After a long while of him laughing at my misery, I decided that enough was enough, and targeted a softer spot, being his face, with a punch, but before I could've reached him, he grabbed my hand easily and using my momentum, threw me down onto the bed. I yelped a bit, but before I could blink, he was on top of me. I didn't stop there though, I pulled my knee up, kicking his side hard, so he would get off me, but besides a small twitch of his lips, he did not react. I kept protesting under him, trying to somehow cause damage, but he easily defended himself, not even breaking a sweat.

"I hate you!" I shouted at him when I was too exhausted to attempt another punch. He kept my wrists above my head, looking at me with smug calmness, obviously unfazed by my words.

"I don't hate you." he said suddenly, which was so effective as a physical attack, that I stopped all form of moving, even breathing.

Our eyes bore into each other, and I don't even know why, because what he said wasn't anything major, but the tone and the situation felt like a confession. He never said he hates me, so it's... it's hard to tell why it made me feel this way. I opened my mouth to say something, but to my utter surprise, the door flew open. Okay, maybe not flew, more like, gently and unsurely opened, but it felt the same since the person in the doorway was. "Veronica?"