Wrong Side of Heaven

Lavender tightened her grip on her messenger bag strap as she walked down the poorly lit street that lead to her house. Well the house she had recently inherited from a dead relative. She had just moved into it a few days before and she had been walked around the neighborhood to get a feel of everything. To say Lavender felt paranoid someone was watching her the entire time would have been an understatement.

Gates stood from behind the wall of the building she'd just left, using his night vision to watch her. He followed silently behind her, chewing anxiously on his lower lip. She was beautiful from behind, not to mention the roundness of her bottom which was apparent from the skirt she was wearing. He'd only gotten a short glimpse of her face, but he could always use magic to fix that if he needed to.

Lavender looked over her shoulder, swearing she could feel someone staring at her. She glared in the direction she felt the eyes coming from and flipped the unknown figure off. "Stop staring jack ass," she exclaimed. Lavender began walking faster, making it back to her home quickly and locked her door behind her. She slid her heels off, tossing them aside and began double checking everything downstairs and then upstairs was locked and sealed before she set the house alarm she had installed. Then after it turned on the brunette finally relaxed, changing for bed and fell asleep.

Gates stood outside her window, watching her sleep for a while. He studied her features, every inch of her body. She was perfect. He got into her house and crawled in the bed next to her, pressing his lips to her ears. "You're mine," he whispered, slithering his limbs around her and pulling her into him.

Lavender felt a pair of arms wrap around her body since she was a light sleeper and she began to panic. She began kicking and elbowing the body holding her, finally managing to get away. She stumbled out of bed and quickly ran downstairs. She grabbed her cell phone and ran out of the house, calling 911 as she did.

Gates chuckled as he disappeared, wondering if he could use this to his advantage. Maybe if he could break her down enough, she would give into him. If everyone was against her, thought she was crazy, she would have nobody left, and she would have to turn to him. She would be too lonely and desperate not to.

When the cops showed up at Lavender's home they told her they found no forced entry and that no one was inside. She was beyond baffled at how it had all happened. It made her wonder if there was an underground part of the basement she didn't know about. Or maybe someone was living in the attic.

Gates watched the cops leave and smirked, getting back inside the house and hiding himself from her view. "Lavender," he whispered, reaching out and tapping her shoulder. "You should probably get back to sleep before your crazy spills over."

Lavender quickly turned around, freaking out when she didn't see anything. "Fucking great the old bastard left me a haunted house," she hissed. She quickly went into her closet and grabbed a smudge stick of sage and began burning it. She knew sage was supposed to cleanse unclean or impure areas so she hoped it would be a good temporary fix.

Brian snorted, wanting to burst out laughing from how ridiculous she looked. He shook his head. He'd have to come back later because that shit was really burning his nostrils. He left the house and went back to his own, in the underworld, and thought to himself, of ways he could get her.

Lavender decided she needed a long bath after she smudged the entire house with sage. She pulled her hair up, turned the rub on and added a bath bomb to it when it was ready. She slid into the water, feeling her body instantly relax. "Plase don't let this house be haunted," she mumbled.

The next morning, Brian went back to Lavender's house and watched her sleep in her bed until she woke up. He bit his lip gently as he watched her get dressed, looking over her body. He wanted so desperately to reach out and touch her, run his hands over every curve of her body, but he couldn't. Not yet, at least.

Lavender slid on a pair of skinny jeans and a nice tank top. She slid on some jewelry and finished applying her make up. She was going to go on a lunch date with a guy she liked and she hoped it would go well. The doorbell ran just as the brunette slid on her heels and she smiled. Lavender greeted her date and climbed into his car, them keeping each other busy by catching up on what had been happening with each other since their last date.

Brian narrowed his eyes and he bit his lip hard as he sat in the backseat, watching the two of them. He leaned forward and tapped Lavender's shoulder before he sat back. There was no way she was getting anywhere with this guy. She was his, and only his.

Lavender ignored the tap on her shoulder she felt and continued talking to her date. He was a genuinely amazing guy and she could tell he was a true gentlemen from the couple dates they had been on.

Brian huffed and reached forward, resting his hand on Lavender's arm and grabbing it, moving it over and forcing her hand on this guy's crotch. He sat back and watched, wondering if he'd get the negative reaction he was looking for.

Lavender's date looked at her hand and then back at her. "If you want to continue I won't stop you," he replied. "It's all up to." She blushed as she moved her hand off his crotch. "How about I wait and we have some fun at your place tonight," she suggested.

Brian growled and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting slightly. He needed a better plan, these two were clearly a bit closer than he thought they were. He got out of the car when they got to the restaurant and he followed them inside, sitting at the table with them.

Lavender and Clark ordered their meals, smiling at each other as they talked. Clark leaned over and pecked Lavender's lip, causing a blush to rise to her cheeks. "You look lovely as usual babe," he spoke.