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down at her, only to find her smiling.
    “Where is that control you insist you have?” She giggled. “Demon form is not allowed in the ring, my fierce killer, nor is death always welcome. You must control it no matter what occurs. Now put your fangs away. I have never witnessed a scar on our kind. It’s incredible, you know?”
    “Incredible is not the word I would use to describe it. Incredibly painful maybe? Definitely an incredible disappointment,” I replied softly.
    “Incredible because you were able to take your own life. The blood of the Fallen forces us to fight for our survival.” Jeanie revealed her true self with a smile.
    She was the last of the Fallen I had yet to find, and as it turned out she found me. Only four of the original Fallen Angels remained. I was born into it when I killed the strongest of them. So I guess we were five again. Weird that I missed that piece of the puzzle. “It was the human blood within me at the time. That’s how I was able to kill myself. I can’t do it now though, believe me I have tried many times. Is this why you want me to fight for you?”
    “Fighting other demons will help you. It will offer you a release so you can stop drawing so much unwanted attention, and I think it might help you get back to Kara.”
    “When can I fight?” I asked. There was no doubt I wanted in, I needed in. And I was quickly growing fond of Jeanie.
    “When I feel you are ready. If you do not control your demon you will be killed. You cannot make the fight personal; it is simply an entertaining sport. A sport where the crowd decides if you or your opponent dies. If the crowd favors you the money will flow like a raging river.”
    “I want in that ring as soon as possible,” I replied.
    “Are you sure? You will have to listen to my every word and do exactly what I tell you and when I tell you.”
    “Only while we are training.”
    “No, until you are ready to fight. When you reach that point you will be on your own again,” she said.
    “No deal.” I shook my head and headed for the door.
    “Don’t go,” she said, a tiny hint of pleading in her voice. Her hand suddenly grabbed my arm. “You need this.”
    She was annoyingly persistent and I had nothing to lose, so with a shrug I gave her the answer she had been searching for. “Fine.”
    Jeanie’s hand fell from my arm and she cheered in celebration. “We can start tomorrow night. I will meet you at your place around midnight,” she said.
    “All right.” I left without any further argument from Jeanie. She had gotten what she wanted; the problem was I still didn't know her true reasons for wanting me as a project.
     
    It was fifteen till midnight when the soft knocking at my door broke the dead silence in my empty penthouse. Opening the door I found the wildly punk Jeanie standing with a brilliant smile. She held a brown paper bag in one hand and what looked like a colorful laptop bag over her shoulder. I motioned her to come in, and then closed the door.
    “Do you mind if I change before we start?” Jeanie asked as she followed me into the kitchen and set the brown bag on the counter.
    “Go ahead,” I replied, peeking into the bag. Finding a bottle of Jack I wasted no time in pouring two glasses, nearly dropping the bottle when I noticed Jeanie was undressing right beside me. “What the fuck? I do have a bathroom you can change in.” My eyes remained focused on her body though, betraying my love for Kara.
    “I didn’t know it would bother you so much. I am not ashamed of my body, but I will respect your request,” she said with a sexy smile. She headed for the bathroom with her clothes in hand, giving me a fantastic view as she walked away.
    Chugging my drink and lighting a cigarette, I paced around the empty space of my home reminding myself that Jeanie was not a sexual option. She was here to help me get back to Kara. Or was she? Her motives seemed more than strange. She wanted something else from me, but