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[center][b] Harvey Lahlis and The Heart of Blood [/b][/center]

[center]Part 3: The Showdown[/center]

[center]By XP Author[/center]

The door I stood outside today was far less fancy than the one I had found myself outside of yesterday. Plain wood, rough and dented and chipped with age and misuse. The plate on the door was tarnished, the writing on it barely legible. 408. The hallway outside was dirty, the concrete stained from dirty boots, trash left out, and who knows what else that never got properly cleaned. This time, it was me that looked like they belonged.

It was the woman standing beside me that stood out like a sore thumb. Though I thought she would stand out no matter where she was. Natalie's dress was a simple black affair, tied behind her neck to leave much of her back exposed, and hanging down to mid-calf. The heels she wore this time were black, but lower, with wider heels. More practical for walking as far as she had to to get here. She clutched a black handbag in her hands tight, her tail swishing behind her nervously. She looked at me, and I just nodded back to her. This was the place.

I reached out and knocked on the door. There was no answer. I knocked again, louder this time. "Wally?" Still no answer.

Natalie's ear raised. "I hear movement inside." Those large ears gave her better hearing than I could ever hope to have.

I nodded, pulling out a key from my jacket pocket. "He's probably trying to run." The key fit into the lock and turned. $20, a bottle of scotch, and some flattering words with the aging landlady had gotten me the master key to every door in the place. A cheap bribe to a cheap woman. I turned the handle and shoved the door open. The inside of the apartment was a mess. Discarded bottles of beer, dirty clothing, and half-eaten food were strewn about the place. It reminded me a little of my office.

The single occupant turned and looked at the two of us as we entered. Dressed in a dirty undershirt and pants, he hadn't even had the chance to put his shoes on yet. He had only just gotten the window open when we barged in, the fire escape just outside. Wally looked at us with terror in the young man's eyes. "Oh god... please, don't..." Fear shifted to confusion as he registered just what he was looking at. "Wait... S-Sadie?" Sadie? Well... that confirmed something for me.

I moved to block the doorway once Natalie was inside. She walked towards the man, her voice sweet and soft. "Wally... where is my necklace?"

Wally's furless tail twitched nervously. "N-necklace...?" He cleared his throat. "I-I don't... know what you're..."

I shook my head. "I'm not a cop. Just a private dick hired to find you and the jewelry you stole. Just tell the lady where the necklace is and you can scurry back into a dark hole."

The man looked to Natalie again. "I-it's... hidden."

The lady took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, clearly trying to keep her calm. "Where, Wally?"

Wally pointed toward a set of drawers. "It's in there. I-I'll get it..." He sidled away from the open window, toward the drawers. He slid open the top drawer and shoved some clothes out of the way to uncover a small box. "H-here..." He opened the box slowly, pulling out the necklace. The moment my eyes saw it, I knew it was the Heart of Blood. A heart-shaped ruby, set into rose-gold, held by a gold chain. Very classy and very expensive, and with a history of death behind it. "I'm sorry. I thought..."

Natalie reached out and gently took the necklace, her words cutting him off. "Yes, you thought. You know better." She opened her handbag and slid the jewelry into it. "Thank you. You've been very helpful." She pulled her hand out of her bag, now holding a revolver. The room was filled with a loud bang as she shot, Wally clutching at his chest in shock. He looked at his hands, covered in his own blood, then up at the woman, as if to ask why. No words came from him, only a wheeze as he fell back against the wall and slid to the ground dead.

My hand dove into my pocket, fingers just wrapping around the handle of my own revolver, then stopped there. The barrel of Natalie's gun was turned to point at me. "Don't do it, Harvy." She looked at me, her expression hard. "I don't want to shoot you, too."

I slowly withdrew my empty hand, holding both up. "Sure. You just want to use me to cover for killing him, right?"

She shook her head. "No... you can just walk away from this. You don't know what's really going on here."

I sighed, lowering my hands. I very carefully pulled out a cigarette, showing her all I wanted was a smoke. "No... see, I think I do know what's going on here, Natalie. Or should I say Mercedes?"

Her eyes went wide, her tail twitching behind her in surprise. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"

I shook my head as I lit my cigarette, taking a deep drag from it before blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Sure you do. Mercedes Caruso, daughter of Maximilian Caruso, head of the Caruso crime family. Rival family to the Vatrelli family, owners of that lovely little necklace you just put in your purse." She remained quiet, her expression becoming set and hard. "Yeah, I did some research. As soon as you described that little bauble, I knew it was the Heart of Blood. Word on the street was it was stolen." I motioned to Wally's body. "I'm guessing Wally here worked for the Vatrelli's." She just nodded slowly.

I took a breath. "Yeah, I asked around about poor Wally there. He rumors were he had hooked up with a real pretty dame. Way too good for a sop like him. Real pretty lady. Matched what you told me, so I looked into you. Wasn't hard to figure out that the pretty young mink that sauntered into my office was the same pretty young mink that got into trouble with her powerful daddy recently. Something about running from an arranged marriage." She grit her teeth again, and I held up my hands. "Hey, I'm not judging you for that. Love who you love... but you needed an out, didn't you? And you found one."

She calmed again. "And what was that?"

I nodded to Wally. "Him. You met the poor sod somewhere and sweet talked him into stealing that necklace. My guess was to try and start a mob war. Your father would be too busy dealing with the Vatrelli's to come after you. But he didn't follow the plan, did he?"

She sighed, no longer denying any of my claims. "No. He ran off with the thing once he got it. Thought he would just skip town with it like we planned to, only without me."

I nodded slowly. "And so you came to me to find him. Decided to use me, like you used him." I looked at the poor young man slumped against the wall. "You never planned to take him with you, did you?"

She shook her head. "No." She shifted a little. "What gave me away?"

I took one last drag from my cigarette. "Well, I wasn't sure you were Mercedes until he called you Sadie. Everything else clicked into place after that."

She smiled, though it wasn't exactly what I would call friendly. "You're very good, Detective Lahlis. Very good. But you did get one thing wrong."

I tilted my head. "Oh? And what's that?"

She shifted a little again. "I never used you. I meant what I said. We can both walk away from this, leave together."

I shook my head. "No. You just killed that poor man, and you've got the Heart of Blood. I can't just let you walk away and start a mob war."

I saw her shoulders drop. "Then I'm sorry, Harvey. I can't let you walk away, either." The moment her gun raised again, I flicked my cigarette at her. She cried out in surprise, flinching just long enough before she took her shoot that I was able to dive through the doorway. Wood splintered from the door behind me as I struck the ground. I quickly pulled my revolver from my pocket as I stood, pressing my back to the wall.

I called out. "You can't get away, Mercedes!" Another shot rang out, hitting the doorframe near my head. I flinched away from the splinters. Then I heard the window being moved and cursed. She was fleeing the way Wally had planned to. I flung myself back into the room, just in time to see her climbing through the window. I hastily fired, both shots missing, one hitting the wall, the other pinging off of the railing outside. I was out of practice. It had been a long time since I had fired my gun, let alone at another person.

I quickly moved to the window, looking out. The fire escape lead to the alley behind the building, so I might be able to catch her still. I had to duck the moment I was out the window, a shot ricocheting off the railing beside me. I looked down, seeing her rushing down the stairs. Another pair of shots missed her by inches, hitting the stairs behind her and making her have to duck out of the way. I gave chase, clambering down the stairs. Another shot rang out, hitting the wall above my head.

I heard the ladder at the bottom extending to the ground and leaned over to see her sliding down. I leaned out and fired, cursing my bad luck or aim as it just sparked off of a rung above her ear. She still flinched and cried out, dropping the last few feet to the ground. I scrambled to follow, only to flinch the moment I got to the ladder as a shot wizzed past my ear, so close I thought for sure it had hit me. I touched my head, but found no blood.

By the time I got to the bottom of the ladder, I had lost sight of her. I looked around, trying to decide which way to go. I swore I heard the sound of her heels to my right and followed that way. Sure enough, she had ducked down another alley to the left. As soon as I got there, I saw her, cursing to herself. It was a dead end, the far wall just brick with a dumpster and no other exit than the one she came in. She flinched when my bullet hit the dumpster behind her.

She turned to see me, my gun pointed right at her. "No more running, Mercedes." She raised her gun at me and pulled the trigger. The gun clicked in her hand. She tried again. "You're empty."

She panted, throwing the gun to the ground. "So are you." I sighed, lowing my gun. She was right. I had hoped she was not paying as much attention. "Harvey... please."

I shook my head. "I can't let you go."

Mercedes took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. When she looked at me again, she was giving me one of those sweet smiles. "Harvey... I wasn't lying. You could come away with me. Leave this city." She reached up to unhook the clasp holding her dress up. The fabric fell down, exposing her breasts to me once more. Lovely as ever. "I still owe you your final payment. Do you really want to give me up that easily?" It was my turn to stay quiet this time. Damn myself, I thought about that offer. I knew she would leave the moment she could, leave me choking on my own blood and flee, but I wanted it to be true.

She took a cautious step towards me. "Harvey..." I just stared at her. "Right here then?" She reached behind her to open something else on her dress, pushing it down off of her and letting it fall to the street. "You could take me right here." Her fingers hooked into her panties, pulling them down her legs, tossing them to the side. It left her totally exposed to me, wearing nothing more than the garter holding up those lovely stockings and her heels. "Please, Harvey. I mean it."

She got closer still, right up in front of me now. "I'll let you breed me this time. I want it..." Her hand reached out, stroking down my chest. "You want it, too. You want to fill me with your seed... breed me, make me yours..."

I nodded slowly. "I do." I couldn't deny it.

She smiled at me, another sweet smile. "Then take me." She moved forward, her arms wide to hug me. I was about to let her, but my instincts told me not to. On pure instinct, I reached up to grab her arm, and I'm glad I did. She had a knife in her hand, the blade having been hidden behind her wrist.

I pulled her arm away. "I knew you would stab me in the back, but I thought you would wait!" She struggled in my grip, trying to pull her arm free. I had to grab her other hand to keep her from hitting me. All pretense of being sweet was dropped as she screamed. The both of us tried to throw the other away, to get control of the blade. She was untrained, but younger, and taller than me. She used that to her advantage, almost pulling her arm free. I used my strength against her, pulling her arm away again.

She kicked at my leg, but I pushed her away before she could hit me. Only so far as I still held her wrists, but the movement was to her advantage again. She brought the knife closer, nearly stabbing into my gut. She pushed forward, trying to shove the blade at me. I twisted her wrist and let her push, her body suddenly against mine. She gasped, tensing up against me. I let go of her other hand, putting my arm around her to hold her. She looked at me, eyes wide. I felt the wet warmth of her blood start to trickle onto my hand.

She kept looking at me, her breath short. "W-why... Harvey... why..." Her voice was barely a whisper. She grew weaker against me, her body trembling.

I just stared down at her, feeling no sympathy for her. "Because you never loved me, and would only break my heart." I let her go, letting her body slump to the ground at my feet. "So I broke yours first." The knife was lodged firmly into her chest, right beside her left breast. Blood ran out of the wound, soaking her lovely fur red. It had cut into her heart. There was nothing I could do to help her, even if I wanted to. "I'd say I'm sorry... but we've lied to each other enough."

I watched her die, staring up at me. Her eyes were wide, a single tear running from one. The light faded from those eyes quickly, her head slumping to one side, mouth open in a final, silent plea for mercy I would never show her. I closed my eyes, letting out a long sigh. "I would have gone with you if you meant it." I knelt down and put my hand against her neck. No pulse. It was such a shame. She really was so lovely. My hand trailed down from her neck, touching one of her exposed breasts. Still soft, still warm.

I pulled the knife free of her chest, tossing it to the side. It clattered to the ground, near her discarded dress. Scooping her up in my arms, I lifted her, carrying her further into the alley. I set her down on the dumpster's lid, legs and tail dangling over the edge. "You still owe me my final payment, though." I had little fear of anyone calling the cops because of the gunfire. This was not the kind of neighborhood people liked to get involved in things. They knew better, and the cops knew better than to come here. I had all the time in the world with my pretty mink's body.

My hands again ran along her chest. Fingers gripped at her breasts, squeezing the soft mounds. I lingered there, squeezing and fondling those breasts as soft or rough as I pleased. I had heard her moan enough times that I knew what sounds she would make. The silence from her now was almost more arousing. She would accept anything I did now. I let my hands trail lower, away from the blood-stained fur and down her soft belly.

My fingers reached her hips, then down to her thighs. I toyed with the idea of stripping her of her stockings, but decided to leave them on. I enjoyed the shift in texture, from fuzzy warmth to the cool smoothness of the silk clinging around her thigh and calf. With her muscles now slack, there was a new softness to her legs, but the tone of her shapely legs still gave something to squeeze and grip at. I lifted her legs up, dangling one over each shoulder as I moved forward between them to press my mouth against her pussy.

I had yet to taste her until now. I found myself wishing I had not waited. My tongue slid between those lips, lapping at what juices where there. She would not get wet for me again, but there was enough for me to taste, to enjoy and savor. It was as exotic as any other part of her, and her scent was potent in the best way. I was already uncomfortably hard within my pants, and reached down to release my cock from its trappings while I lapped at her sex.

My trousers and briefs were cast aside quickly, my shaft throbbing hard in the hot evening air. I needed to take her one last time. Standing up, I quickly removed the last of my clothing, leaving me totally naked. I lifted her legs again, parting them as I moved between once more. The dumpster I deposited her on was at the perfect height, the tip of my cock pressing at her pussy lips. I pushed forward, slipping inside, and moaned loud as it slipped into her depths. She was still warm and tight around me, but no resistance blocked my entry. I slid deep into her in one slow push, until my balls slapped against her ass. Still warm, but noticeably cooler than before. It sent a shiver through me.

I rested her stocking-clad legs against me and started thrusting. Her body shifted and undulated under me as I started to fuck her. Each time I shoved my hips forward, it made her head roll a little, and her tits jiggle upon her chest. I left her legs to rest against my chest and reached out to grip her breasts, squeezing harder than before, what would have been painfully so if she could still feel. I suddenly felt anger rising through me. Anger at how she had used me, betrayed me, and thought she was better than me. Anger at how she had forced me to fight her, forced me to kill her, denying me ever loving her.

I reached up, gripping her neck with both hands. I squeezed, as if I could somehow choke out the life that had already left her. I slammed my hips against hers, fucking her hard. Her arms banged against the dumpster's lid, her limp tail thumping against the side each time my cock pierced deep into her cooling cunt. She could not stop me anymore, and I poured my anger into every hateful thrust. I squeezed her neck harder, using it to pin her body down. Her legs fell away to the side, feet banging against the metal under her.

I turned her head so she faced me, looked into her blank, vacant gaze. "You can't stop me breeding you this time!" I grunted as I felt my pleasure rising higher. "I would have given you everything if you'd ever meant it!" I squeezed harder around her neck, enough that she would have been able to make no sounds if she were still capable. My hips struck hers hard, pressing my aching cock as deep as it could go into her dead cunt over and over.

I let out a loud cry as I came into her. Shoving myself deep one last time, I blasted her insides. Shot after shot of my seed poured into her, breeding her like she always begged for, only too late for it to matter. I poured all my hateful jizz into her, emptying my spite into her womb. My grip on her neck loosened, letting her head slump to the side again. I panted, leaving myself buried inside of her. It was not enough. I was still rock hard. She had denied me so much, I had to take all I could from her while I still had the chance.

I pulled myself free, my cum leaking from her cunt, drooling onto the dumpster and into the fur at her thighs. My cock twitched, wanting more, demanding more. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her off of the dumpster, dropping her to the ground on her ass, propping her up to sit against against the metal side of the dumpster. I held her head in both hands, tilting it up to look at me again. Her eyes were still wide, staring at nothing, looking through me.

Her mouth was also still open from her silent plea as she died. My anger flared up again, that she would dare to beg me to save her after having strung me along, making me look like the fool I knew I was. I rammed my cock into that open mouth, jamming my shaft down her throat. I was even less gentle with her face than I had been with her cunt. Her slack tongue pressed against my length each time I shoved myself into her mouth, and I could feel her sharp teeth trying to scratch at my length. I did not care.

Even with me holding onto her head, it smacked against the metal every time I crammed myself down her throat. The alley was filled with the rhythmic banging as I fucked her face. I tilted her head up a little before shoving down again. It gave me an even better angle to shove deep into her. There was a slight bulge visible in her neck where I forced myself into her. Again and again her nose was shoved against my crotch, my balls smacking her chin. Again, I would be choking the life out of her if it was still there to be taken.

It was rare for me to be able to cum twice in rapid succession, but I already felt myself growing close again. Either it was my anger for her or my love... my desire, my lust for her. I was not in the mindset to question, only to grunt and pant as the pleasure again rose through me. I shoved myself deep into her throat and came for the second time. I surprised myself with how much I had left to give. I blasted shots down her throat, filling her belly with my seed. After the first few, I pulled back, blasting more ropes of cum onto her face and hair.

After my second orgasm finally died down, I let her go. Her body slumped to the side, crumpled at my feet. I panted heavily, feeling exhausted and spent. I had to lean against the nearby wall to catch my breath. I stared at her body, doubled over itself. My cock still twitched as I stared at her, eyes trailing down to her tail. I shook my head. "No... not done yet." I was still hard, even as spent as I was. I had more to give, more to take.

I still let myself rest a moment, at least until my breathing was more even. At that point, my cock had regained its vigor, pulsing and wobbling and throbbing with need. Walking back to her body, I slipped my hands under her arms, hefting her up. Despite being literally dead weight, I found the mink still quite light. Still, I was not exactly gentle as I dropped her back on top of the dumpster once more, or when I shoved her over onto her belly. Her legs still dangled off the edge, but now it left her ass facing me, her tail hanging limp to the side. My cum still drooled out of her cunt, running down her legs and down her smooth, expensive stockings.

My hand ran along her tail, feeling the fuzzy fur. Still soft, despite everything. Her ass was the same as my free hand gripped one cheek. She was noticeably cooler to the touch now. I shifted her tail to lay out of the way to grab her ass with both hands, squeezing the cheeks, pressing them together, pulling them apart, letting me see her hidden hole. She denied me access to this hole twice. Probably would never let me use it. Now she had no say in the matter.

I pressed the tip of my cock against her anus, pushing forward to test it. I grunted immediately as it resisted. Even limp, her body tried to deny me entry. I pressed harder, feeling the fleshy opening start to give slowly. Then I was inside, and cried out at just how tight it was. With just the first inch of my cock inside her ass, it felt incredible already. The cool flesh clung around my shaft as I pushed forward and deeper. She clearly never let anyone use this part of her. I would be her first and last... probably the last, depending who found her body after I was done with it.

I gripped her ass with both hands as I sank deeper. Inch after inch slid into the tight confines, until the entirety of my shaft was buried inside of her, my balls smacking against her still drooling pussy lips. I left myself inside for a moment, just enjoying the feel of the tunnel clutching around me. Even with the muscles slack, it was an effort to move. Yet move I did, pulling back slowly, only to force myself deep again. After several long, slow, deep thrusts, it seemed the flesh had stretched a little. It was still an effort, but worth it.

My hands slid up to grab her waist tight, holding her body down as I fucked her. Her legs still banged against the metal side she laid upon, her heels especially making a loud clang against the metal. Her head bouncing against the lid every time I shoved myself deep once more. Her tits were squashed under her, scraping along the lid each time I jerked her body back to meet my thrust. I fucked her not like a lovely dame, but like some two bit whore I found on the street. It was only for my pleasure, my hips slamming against hers over and over. Having cum twice already, I was able to last much longer this time. I was sure I had torn something as I forced forward again and again, but she would never complain or protest.

Even lasting longer, fucking her tight ass until it was loose, when I felt my pleasure start to rise it was almost too quick. However, the day was getting on, and I had been out here, fucking her corpse for close to two hours. I needed to finish and leave before someone did decide to see what all the noise was about. So when I felt myself growing closer, I did not resist. I just pressed myself deep into her as hard as I could, grunting as my cock strained within. Throbbing, pulsing, jerking, then finally blasting her insides with my seed. Once more I surprised myself with how much I had left to give. I had thought my balls were already empty, and yet they still had enough to paint her bowels with my jizz.

I still left myself buried inside of her for a time, giving her every drop I had left to give. When I let go of her waist, her face slammed back onto the dumpster lid. I had apparently lifted her up a little when I came. Grabbing her ass, I pulled myself free. A line of cum followed as my cock popped out, drooling down her pussy to join that which ran from her lips down her legs. I stumbled back a step, only to end up on my ass as my legs gave out under me. I sat there, panting, tired and utterly spent. My cock finally deflated, sated as my balls ached from overuse.

I let myself rest only so long. Once I felt I could stand again, I pushed myself to my unsteady feet. I retrieved my clothes, dressing again. My shirt was ruined, covered in her blood when the knife had pierced her heart. My jacket was alright, just dirty from being flung to the ground. I just put that on, closing it to cover my bare belly and chest. I still would have to take my shirt with me. I also retrieved her clothing, bundling everything up into a wad of clothes, the bloody knife hidden at the center, along with my gun. Her gun I left, since she had been the one to shoot the rat in his apartment. I hoped someone would come up with some theory about two lovers dying, a body being used by homeless later.

When I finished bundling up her clothing, I found her hand bag. I picked it up, looking inside. Among small bits of cosmetics, I saw the necklace that had started all this still inside. The Heart of Blood. The name was even more fitting now. I closed the bag and set it with the rest of the clothes to be taken. I would have to figure out just what to do with the thing. Keeping it was risky, but turning it over to anyone would be just as risky. I already knew I could not sell it. If the Vatrelli family found out I had it, they would send someone after me. Then again, if the Caruso family knew what I had done to Mercedes, they would do the same.

I looked back at Mercedes. Face down and nude against the dumpster, cum leaking from her ass and cunt, coating her face. She no longer looked like a classy lady, but a dead hooker. A small piece of me hurt at that thought, the one piece of humanity I still had left. I would always remember the promises she gave, the hope I felt, false as it was. Still, I buried that part of me again as I turned and started to walk away. "Lawless. Like this city." I scoffed, in spite of myself as I recited the joke about my name. "I really was born to live here."

This was not the end of this mess.

This was only the beginning.

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