Title: The guest
Pairing: Sofia/original character
Summary: She has been chosen.
Disclaimer: The story is mine, characters are not
The woman – Sofia later remembered her name was Robyn – walked up to her and then circled her once, her eyes scanning the detective's posture, slowly taking in every bit of Sofia’s appearance, from the tan clothes she wore, the protective vest strapped across her torso identifying her as a member of the LVPD in bright white letters on her back, to the composed look the detective had on her face and iciness in her eyes at the sight of the room she was somehow kept captive in. The woman circled her once again, this time carefully noting the curve of Sofia’s neck that stood exposed with her hair tied in the back of her head, her lips, the clench of her jaw when the woman came so close Sofia could feel her breath on her face. They stood inches apart, one behind the other, breathing in the same rhythm. Sofia tried her best not to allow her heart to quicken its pace in nervous anticipation when the woman leaned in closer and took a deep inhale of Sofia’s scent.
The detective had her gun drawn. It was clutched unused in the fist of her right hand so tightly Sofia could slowly feel her whole arm becoming numb. It was just two of them in that room and Sofia felt completely overpowered by the mere presence of the other woman and no evident way out.
“Are you scared,” the woman spoke out in a smoky voice, her breath brushing against the back of Sofia’s neck.
“No,” Sofia said and she wasn’t lying. She wasn’t scared, just nervous at the thought of her own impotence and the situation she found herself in.
“Good,” came the voice. “It feels so much better when you’re relaxed.”
The room swam in orange light. It felt warm and reassuring. Sofia tried, but couldn’t seem to find the door that would lead out of it. There was a big four poster bed right across from her, two plush chairs, a wardrobe closet, a mirror, a wide window on her left side that gave the impression of them being on the highest peak of the world with the moon so big and the clouds so close and the stars so bright like Sofia had never seen them before. The floor was covered with a thick Persian carpet. A Doberman dog lay at the foot of the bed, like an unassuming guard, but still an imminent menace. There were books - leather bound - and paintings of old masters hanging on the walls. But no doors. Sofia couldn’t remember how she ended up in that place.
“Please,” the woman touched her right hand and Sofia flinched when she realized her fingers were being pried open and her firearm taken from her. “This won’t be necessary.” The gun got tossed to the side, making muffled noise when it landed on the carpet.
She could hear the sound of Velcro being ripped open and soon her vest was undone and taken off of her shoulders. Sofia thought the loss of armor around her chest would make her feel cold, but the same warm sensation remained even when the vest was gone. The woman then stepped in front of her and for the first time Sofia noticed how the woman’s eyes were the same shade of steel blue like hers were. Her hair was falling around her face in plush waves of jet black, accentuating her fair complexion.
“You’re probably wondering why you’re here,” the woman smiled warmly, reaching over to straighten out Sofia’s collar that was made askew when the vest came off. Sofia didn’t have to respond; it was obvious she was clueless as to what her role in the evening’s events was, now that she was separated from her team of police officers and brought... wherever here was. “The simple answer would be: I chose you,” she continued. “The long version is too dreary for such a wonderful evening like this one is.”
“Ma’am-” A simple wave of hand interrupted the first words Sofia uttered.
“Please, call me Robyn,” she smiled again. “I hope you don’t mind me calling you Sofia.”
Sofia decided to disregard the woman’s words; “I hope you understand that it won’t be long until my colleagues notice me missing. They’ll come looking for me. Sooner than you know, this place will be crawling with cops and, trust me, you do not want to be charged with holding police officer hostage.”
The woman laughed with a sincere, ringing laugh. “Hostage?” she said with sparkling eyes. “Oh, goodness, no!” Sofia recoiled and then frowned at the woman’s reaction. “My darling Sofia,” her words were spoken with so much affection, “you are my guest.”
Slowly, Sofia started to feel the loss of that confidence she had at the beginning and the sense of fear gradually started to fill in. Something was so terribly wrong and Sofia couldn’t pinpoint it.
“I imagined this, so many times,” the woman spoke softly, tracing the material of Sofia’s shirt with her fingers over the rolled up cuffs, across one shoulder to the collar then under it, making contact with warm skin but moving away quickly, gently to the other side and then trailing off with a dreamy sigh. “And now that you’re here, you’re taking my breath away.”
They made eye contact again and Sofia slightly frowned when she noticed how the color of the woman’s eyes changed and they were now almost purple, the most amazing shade, almost unnaturally so, and then the woman smiled and Sofia gasped in recognition.
“Don’t be afraid,” the woman said softly. She took a gentle hold of Sofia’s arm and turned her slightly so she would face the big window overlooking the city of Las Vegas from what seemed to be thousands of miles up in the atmosphere. Millions of lights twinkled below them against the severe darkness of the night. The woman positioned herself behind Sofia, smoothing her hands over the plain of the detective’s back and then settling them on her shoulders. Almost against her will, Sofia took pleasure in the calming sensation of the touch, and her eyes became heavy lidded. “Just let go,” the woman said, bringing Sofia’s back against her chest and then, just as gently as she had done everything else before that, she tilted the detective’s head, exposing the smooth and soft skin at the crook of her neck.
The last thing Sofia remembered before the exhilarating feeling of her body being on fire and the pain that lead to it, was the flash against the windowpane of the perfectly straight and pearly white teeth with two distinctly protruding fangs before they got buried into her skin.