34: Not Good Enough

Adult language and situations

"What do you mean you can't tell me?!" Gus roared to Marge as she stood in the middle of the room, watching him warily.

"I cannot order my visions to give me specifics." Marge steadily answered. "I can only see what's revealed to me. I told you everything I know. I hear you yelling about your 'part to play' and that's all. All I have is sound, no images."

Gus snorted like a bull while Marge did her best to hide her fear.

Gus glared at her and said, "I thought when I turned you I could take you in place of your daughter."

"You did. You have me. You don't need her." Marge answered.

Then she got an idea. She'd noticed how Gus appeared to be putty in her hands whenever she turned on the charm. He'd always acted thrilled when he didn't have to practically order her to put out. She left her place in the middle of the room and sauntered over to where he stood, a slight smile playing about her lips.

Gus looked at Marge suspiciously before turning away. She's up to something. He turned and sat down on the couch.

"You don't need her." Marge reiterated as she sat straddled Gus's lap. She lowered her eyes demurely as his hands traveled up her thighs. He quickly went hard underneath her, and once again Marge was glad he couldn't read her mind. He didn't need to hear how she was only doing this to distract him from his aggravation that she couldn't tell him what he wanted to know. 

She just had to keep Gabriella safe from Gus for as long as she could. Gabby's relationship with Nathaniel depended on it.

August inhaled deeply Marge's fantastic scent as he leaned back against the back of the couch while she worked on undoing the buttons of his shirt. The past week he felt he could never get enough of this woman.

He'd tried to deny himself this incessant need for her. He could only last about half a day. The best part was that he could have her anytime he felt like it, and he felt like it several times a day. In fact, they'd tried to go shopping for clothes (they kept ripping the ones they owned), but he couldn't even last the entire shopping trip. They'd loudly fucked in the dressing room, earning the boot from the owner. They laughed about that for hours.

"See? I can take it off of you without ripping it." Marge said as she smiled wickedly at him, speaking of her removal of his shirt.

"Good girl." he said with a silly grin. "But if you don't remove yours soon I'm afraid I won't be as skilled as you and that dress will be in shreds."

Marge stood up and pouted down at him. "And I like this dress too." she said as she moved the straps off of her shoulders slowly, feeling pleased with the growing, annoyed impatience in Gus's eyes.

"Why even bother wearing anything at all?" Gus asked as he reached for the hem of her dress to pull it down off of her himself since she was taking too long.

Marge tilted her head to the side as she pondered how to answer his question. "I don't know. Maybe to make things more interesting?"

"Then don't get too attached to your clothes." he warned as he threw her onto the couch beneath him. He'd removed his pants while Marge had taken too long getting her dress off. That's better, he thought to himself as he joined their bodies, feeling pleased with the way he'd surprised her.

Marge had been unable to hide her slight gasp. She'd discovered that Gus's persona had a split. There was the demanding, angry and brooding Gus that usually dominated most of the time. Then there was a slightly playful aspect to him, sometimes not in a good way, that came out when he got turned on. Then, the biggest surprise of all, was the Gus he became as he'd make love to her. This didn't happen every single time, depending on how much control angry Gus had, but this sweet, almost childlike, person he became took her completely off guard. It made giving him what he wanted, her, much easier. She preferred the sweet Gus.

However, every time he'd become the sweet Gus, he'd make up for it by being angrier, more demanding, and sullen afterwards. She decided the sweet Gus was worth it. At any rate, she tried to make the best of it.

She didn't think he loved her. She wondered if he knew how to love. She knew his self-importance ruled him, but he didn't even appear to love himself.

That he was skilled as a lover, there was no doubt. But even with sweet things he said, he never gave her any indication that he did anything other than enjoy her body.

No, he doesn't love me. He sure does love my body, though. It's almost like he's addicted. Marge blinked a few times as Gus crooned to her how he'd only ever want her forever.

No, I'm afraid not forever, August. Somehow I know forever is not for us two. 

"Are you happy, Marge?" Gus asked her later as they rested on the bed, his fingers absentmindedly running through her hair.

"Does it matter?" Marge asked him back.

"I was wondering if you missed your daughter." he said casually, and she went instantly on alert.

She managed a laugh before she said, "It's only been a little over a week, August!"

She sat up on her elbows to look down at him and said, "Besides, I want you to myself for a little while longer." Yeah, take that and run with it. Go ahead.

"Then make me stop wondering what she knows by telling me yourself." he said with false sweetness, and Marge knew demanding Gus was back.

"August, you know I've told you everything I possibly can." she looked down at his rapidly souring expression. "I may have an idea, though."

The sour look vanished momentarily as he looked interested and asked, "Oh? And what might that be?"

"Well, I've been a vampire for a few weeks or close to it right?" she asked him.

"Get to the point."

"I am!" She let out a huff. "Well, I've noticed that my innate psychic ability has felt like it's gotten stronger little by little as time has gone on. I can only imagine what I could be like in several years if the rate of improvement continues at this ratio."

"Fascinating." Gus said with a half-smile. And imagine what your daughter could be like if she has the same thing happen to her once she's turned. It's just a pity I won't be the one to do it. The Fates are cruel. "Give me an example." he asked her, wondering what she would tell him.

"Well," Marge said as she worked at maintaining physical contact with him. If she could only distract him from thinking of how to get Gabriella, then she would feel satisfied she was doing her job well. She continued, "Like the other day. I knew that car accident we saw would happen before it happened. I also knew we were about to be thrown out of that clothing store, but I didn't worry too much about it because I knew we'd find it funny afterwards."

August tried distancing himself from Marge just a little so he could think, but she kept rubbing herself provocatively against him, seemingly by accident.

"Why didn't you tell me these things as they were happening?" he asked, wishing his body would stop reacting to her, making him want another "Marge hit". He'd had practically no time to think about what he was going to do about Nate and Gabriella. His body refused to let his mind have the time to think, and it was happening all over again.

"I didn't think much of them at the time. It's only within the past few days that I've noticed that it's happening more and more. I would have things like this happen as a human, but they were few and far between." Marge tried to explain.

Between. Oh holy shit, this woman must be distracting me on purpose.

"Marge. Leave me for a few minutes. I need to think." Gus said, nearly panting.

"Aw, August. Can't you think later? I wanna have some more fun." Marge flipped her hair back and pouted prettily up at him.

She knows. She knows what she can do to me, and she's purposefully trying to distract me. Every time I so much as mention Gabriella, she becomes little Miss Seductress. And when she gets like this she is impossible to resist. I will not be controlled!

Furious, he quickly flipped them around, pinning Marge down on the bed. Then he jerked her head up so he could more effectively make his point.

"What are you doing to me, you witch!" he yelled.

"August. Please! You're hurting me." Marge fought to get the words out as she worried Gus was about to rip her head off.

"I realize I'm hurting you, you little tart!" he growled. He felt irritated that he actually felt a strong desire to let her go. He realized she must also have as part of her ability this method of self-defense.

Every fiber of his being screamed at him to stop hurting her and just fuck the hell out of her. Oh, he wanted to! What a waste of time to be arguing like this. "Shit." he growled again as he fought to maintain control over his actions. "Answer the question! What are you doing to me?!" His voice rang with an authoritative timbre.

"I don't know!" she cried. "I just don't want you to worry about Gabriella. I don't want you to go after her, and I'm trying to make you forget. I don't understand the rest." Marge hated him for forcing the truth out of her the way he did.

"You little bitch!" he nearly spat into her ear. "You don't decide what I do and what I don't do. I'm not one to be controlled, do you understand? That was my dark gift. I was never controlled by my maker, and I'm certainly not going to be controlled by a little slut like you!"

"Please. You're hurting me!" she panted. "I'm not trying to control you, I only hope to distract you." Asshole, Marge thought.

"So it's to be a battle of gifts!? I could very easily win, you know. I can outmatch you in everything! I could rip your pretty little head right off your body right this instant." he sneered.

"You'd miss me." she whispered.

Gus let out a stream of obscenities in more languages than Marge could keep up with as he finally released her. He knew she was right.

Marge collapsed on the bedsheets, waiting for her body to recover. That didn't take long, but neither did it take long for Gus to be nearly on top of her again.

She began to realize that she had a gift to make men want her, or at least Gus. He'd been furious a moment ago, but as soon as she felt the panic coursing through her, she noticed he'd let up on the strength of his hold. There's more to this. He thinks I can control him. That was foolish of him to admit to that.

Perhaps I can, she continued to think. What a strange and awesome gift. I wonder what I could even call it. Obviously I don't know how to control it. Or maybe I do. Maybe that's why every single one of my seduction attempts worked like a charm. It's a weapon, and I'm going to use it.

"Feeling better now, my Marge?" Gus interrupted her thoughts. "Ready for round two?"

"I don't understand why I'm being punished. All I've wanted to do was distract you. Besides, I don't believe it's anywhere near time for you to 'play your part'." she lied.

"Ah, so you're saying why go out and start a fight when I could just stay home and play with my little red-haired toy? We've been through this already. I will not be controlled, distracted, or whatever term you wish to use." he said and found himself running his hand back and forth over her waist and hip. He cursed his body for reacting to her nearness, but he didn't wish to separate himself from her either. Oh, what's a little distraction for now going to hurt anyway? It's not like I was planning on leaving tonight. He found himself running his mouth along the backs of her shoulders.

Marge worked very hard at controlling her victorious grin. It worked. Holy crap, but it worked! Oh, you can be controlled, August. As long as it's subtle enough to not notice it.

"You hurt me." she cried, sounding pitiful. "You don't have to be a bully. You have control over me anyway."


"I'm sorry, my Marge. I let my anger get the better of me." he said as he pulled her around.

"Are you okay?" he continued.

Hello, 'sweet' Gus. "I am now. Why do you have to be so mean?" she said and watched his eyes soften even more. Oh, I like this gift.

"I've never had cause not to be." he admitted with a shrug before brushing some of her hair out of her face. She reached up and ran her fingertips along the inside of his arm, watching his eyes some more as they raked across her body.

Maybe it's not controlling, more convincing. It's not like I'm issuing a direct order. I'm making him want to do what I want him to do. I wonder.. is it because I'm a vampire witch? Or just an outright gift?

After they made love once again, August made as if to get up out of bed. Marge instantly sat up.

"Where are you going?" she asked sweetly as she wrapped her arm around his neck.

"I was thinking you might like to go hunt. I bet you're thirsty." he answered and felt trapped in her crystal blue eyes.

She smiled a small smile down to him and stroked her hand down his face repeatedly. "I am." she answered simply. She saw, after a few seconds, an expression of anger cross his face. She instantly prepared herself for an attack.

"Make it a woman." he demanded, not wanting to watch her with another man again.

Marge wanted to laugh with glee and sigh with relief, but she kept it all inside of her. Instead, she only nodded.

Gus fought for control of his emotions. She's doing it again! Damn it, why should I care if she hunts a man or not? Still, the thought of her with someone... I don't share. She's mine!

There was something, Gus continued to think, Something I needed to remember.... oh yes.

"You'll need your strength if we're to go back to Appaloosa Plains. Nate was right, we shouldn't hunt there. The population is too small and too superstitious. You should know." he said.

"Yes, I know. But why must we go? Why can't we just stay here? It's so nice here, and I like having you all to myself." she crooned.

"I love hearing that, my Marge, but we're leaving tomorrow evening." he said definitively. 
 

Trying not to panic, she said, "You don't need her."

"Then you must quickly learn how to give me the answers I seek." Gus continued to fight the pull to cater to Marge's wishes. "What you've given me isn't good enough."

"And if I do?" she asked about bettering her ability.

"Then, obviously, we can delay the trip." he answered.

She smiled. "Good!" Then she leaned in a little and kissed him. His arms tightened possessively around her as he pushed the two of them onto the mattress, her on her back.

Alright. This gift isn't foolproof. I can see the danger now. He may be under my 'spell', but August is extremely strong and highly dangerous not to mention a genius. I'll have to constantly be on my toes.