Chapter 42

Cassandra smiled as the security man lead her to the backstage area. Mortals were so easy to bewitch with the voice. It was rare to find anyone with a strong mind that could ignore her once she used her special talent, and the security guard was weaker minded than most. It had only taken a moment to implant the suggestion that she was supposed to be taken to the VIP area. With a humble smile the guard stopped at the dressing room door and looked up at her, a willing smile on his lips. “This is the room you were needing ma’am. I hope you enjoy the meet and greet.”

Cassandra granted him a grin and a pat on the cheek. “Oh, I will enjoy it I assure you.” She motioned the guard away and reached for the door knob and slowly opened the door.

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As the door opened Richie glanced up. The meet and greet wasn’t supposed to start for another fifteen minutes so he was a bit confused. Usually staff in the arenas didn’t dare enter until the allotted time they had set for showering and dressing after a show. His eyes widened as one single woman walked through the door. Damn she was a looker, with hair the color of honey flowing over her shoulders and the most beautiful set of hazel eyes. She was quite the looker, tall with curves in all the right places. “Well hello there Darlin, what can I do for you today?”

With a wink she pitched her voice to a soft vibrato, set to pull Richie right into her control. “You can come here big boy and stand next to me.”

With a grin Richie straightened and walked over to the woman and tried to give her a hug. As his arms reached for her, Cassandra’s voice whispered over his mind. “Now where is that pretty boy that sings for you?”

“Aww he’s taking his shower pretty lady.”

Cassandra smiled at Richie as she reached up and traced his lips with her index finger. “It’s not time for fun yet, so you just stand there and prepare to protect me pretty boy.” He followed the urging of the lady and stood there behind her, a defiant and protective look sliding over a face that was suspiciously devoid of any other emotion.

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As Jon stepped out of the shower and dried off he felt the distinct buzzing at the back of his head that signaled an immortal near by. He thought nothing of the sensation and assumed that Amelia or Adam had finally finished up the end of concert duties and had made their way into the main dressing area to go with them to the meet and greet. Glancing around he saw that Amelia had laid out his post concert clothing too. Groaning slightly he took a deep breath, exhaled and went to slide into yet another set of very tight jeans and equally tight black t-shirt. With a shake of his head he walked to the door and entered the main dressing room.

He was all geared up to give Amelia some witty response to his clothing when he realized the woman in the room wasn’t her. His eyes narrowed as he took in the picture of Richie standing at attention in behind the woman, Thoughts blazed through his mind as he comprehended that the immortal was a woman, wasn’t who he thought it was, that he didn’t exactly have his weapon on him and that this just wasn’t good at all. Stopping dead in his tracks he uttered “And who might you be?”

Cassandra smiled and summoned the voice again. “I am the realization of all your dreams singer. Come to me.”

Jon shook his head, fighting the urge to go to the woman. “I should do that why?”

Once again that soft beguiling voice washed over him. “You should come to me because I wish it and because it will keep all you love alive and safe.”

Jon tried valiantly to not listen but found himself slowly being pulled towards that voice. As he reached her the voice washed over him again, soft vibrations that echoed and resonated inside of him causing him to take the woman in his arms as his lips reached for hers. His hands went around her and cupped her ass as he sinuously ground against her. She reached back and pulled Richie into her, a simple whisper of a command having him nuzzling her neck.

It was this exact moment that Adam and Amelia walked up to the main dressing room door. Stopping suddenly his eyes grew cold and distant. “Bloody fucking hell there’s an immortal in there.”

Amelia laughed softly. “Duh Adam, Jersey is in there getting dressed.”

He shook his head and replied, “No Ammie, this immortal signature is stronger, older. We have bloody problems.”

Armed with the knowledge that Jon was in trouble she wasted no time and jerked the door open. Gold flecked green eyes dulled to mere green as they widened at the sight in front of her as she processed that not only was Richie all wrapped around some strange woman, so was her Jon, and that woman was the immortal Adam has just warned about.

“What the flying fuck is going on in here?” Amelia sputtered as she stepped into the room. Jon reached up for another kiss as Amelia stalked over to him. “Jersey what the fuck do you think your doing?” Jon glanced at her but didn’t respond. “Dammit Jon answer me.” As the moments passed and she got no answer Amelia began to shake with anger. “What the hell is wrong with you Jersey?”

“Well hello there little girl, your interrupting me you know. He won’t answer you; you might as well stop trying to get him too. He’s mine now.” Hazel eyes drifted slowly over a very irate redhead. “Ah and hello to you Methos, or are you still pretending to be a scholar named Adam?”

Adam stood there as still as death as his memories of his time as Death and the reunion a few years previous washed over him. Like a bad penny Cassandra had shown up again and although it didn’t seem to be him she was after, he knew that she was doing all she was doing expressly to pay him back for what happened thousands of years ago. She was obsessive about hating him for all that had happened and refused to believe he was a changed man.

Laughing softly Cassandra crooked her finger and began to walk to the door. “Well it’s getting a bit crowded here. I think I’ll just take my boys and find somewhere a bit more private.”

“Jon! Richie! Stop for god sakes STOP!” Amelia was nearly shouting as she watched both men blankly begin to follow the woman out. “Adam, Dammit DO something, stop them!”

Adam finally spoke up. “What do you bloody well want me to do Amelia? We can’t challenge her here.”

“Why the hell not? I’ll challenge her if it will mean Jon and Richie are safe.” Amelia was ready to blow a gasket as she continued. “You’re supposed to be helping protect him and you’re just standing there.”

Cassandra laughed as she reached the doorway. “Typical Methos, no brothers to back you up, your spine is like a wet noodle.”

Adam growled softly, “This isn’t the way to handle your vendetta with me Cassandra. Release the men.”

She laughed as she walked past. “Isn’t it Methos? I think it is a way to handle things.” She glanced over her shoulder at Amelia, “I think the blonde one will be great fun to handle my vendetta with. The other is just icing on the cake. Don’t you worry little girl, I’ll take good care of your Jersey, such good care he won’t ever remember you existed.” Adam growled softly, his hazel eyes blazing with a Death like anger as Cassandra and the men left the room.

Amelia ran up to Adam and began to beat on his chest, “why didn’t you do something? You let her take them away, you fucking shit. WHY couldn’t you stop her?? WHO IS SHE THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE WOULD LET HER GET AWAY WITH THAT?”

Adam sighed softly and accepted Amelia’s frantic chest beating. “She’s a shadow of my past, one you won’t be able to hurt and one I can’t kill. Her name is Cassandra.”