She crept along the silent grey corridor; endless doors broke one wall, the other held the history of the Greys behind Perspex. Joseph had sent her a message to meet him in the Thorn room at midnight.

She tapped gently on the smooth door and it opened. Joseph wore his woodsman’s cloak; the hood partially covered his eyes.

"Cathy, I’ve made you the colours." He held them out to her, two each of silver and blue. "I have to implant the blue ones. They will lead you to your partner when I’m gone."

Cathy looked up at her mentor, tears suddenly stinging at her eyes. "You can’t go Joseph, they can’t kill you. You were the first!" He stroked her cheek and urged her to lie down on the steel table. He carefully loaded the thorns into the firing mechanism.

"I have no choice, Cathy. They won’t let me live after this. Ready?" His question made all argument moot.

She closed her eyes and nodded her clothing disappearing as she called upon her thorns power. The machine moved fluidly and fired the new thorns into her feet. The pain was brief.

The agony of longing for a partner hit her like a hammer blow, a hunger that could not be sated until she found the man whose image was impressed on her mind. Her thorn clothed her once more and Joseph helped her to stand.

"Cathy, hide the silver ones they’re for him. Go quickly before you’re discovered, I can only hold the alarm for a short while."

She smiled at him. "Joseph, I pray that you find Mary on the other side."

He kissed her forehead and waited quietly for the guards to come.

One of the subordinate Greys summoned her from her slumber. She followed silently behind him into the main meeting hall. She saw Joseph in a cell at the end of the room. He looked as though he had been tortured. She looked expectantly at her masters.

"Cathy, as you know you are our favourite Watcher Hunter." He sighed, "Joseph– After many years of faithful service, has decided to leave us." He handed Cathy a small device, "we wondered if you would like the honour of sending him on his way?"

Cathy held the device in her frozen hand. Joseph gazed at her through the toughened glass of his cell. His eyes held hers speaking volumes. *Release me*

She moved her finger over the button and Joseph moved away from the glass removing his hood so she could see his secret agony. The thorns he had been given when he was first chosen, had erupted from his skull and now resembled the horns of a "Dark Ages" demon.

Tears stung her eyes but she managed to smile as her heart broke in two. "My pleasure!" She stepped in front of the cell and placed her hand on the cold steel surface. She mouthed, "Go in Peace" to her friend and pressed the button. His body erupted into a pale grey mist fogging the glass.

She turned from the cell and held the Grey’s steady gaze…"Was there something else?" She sincerely hoped not because she needed time to grieve. The Grey’s had no perception of grief.

"We were hoping that you would begin to search for a new partner tonight, there is a Slayer that is giving our compatriots some vexation."

Her anger flashed to the surface, she couldn’t help it. She answered back. "Perhaps, it might have been more efficient if we let Joseph deal with the Watcher, after all he might have been killed."

The subordinates muttered amongst themselves. No one ever questioned Grey One!

Grey One smiled indulgently. "Perhaps. You may have as long as you wish, bring him here in three months…"

The traffic noise ceased finally around two am. He paced restlessly. Twice he’d gotten up and gone downstairs to the Gym to lift some weights to tire himself out enough to sleep. He had the oddest feeling something was going to happen. His life was going to change he glanced in the mirror, his green eyes stared back waiting. Well, when?

He shook his head and eased some tension in his neck muscles and glancing down at his erection, he muttered "When?"

"Now."

He sat up blinking in the harsh light. Sharp metallic footsteps echoed round him, his heart thumped madly in his ears as he caught the smell of warm leather on warmer skin. She walked towards him from the shadows, her long legs carrying her with ease and feral stealth, her dark hair tumbled past her shoulder and she carried a leather flail in her hand. His mouth was dry, lying back on his bed the covers arranged to cover his trembling engorged cock. She strode to the bed, whipped back the covers and looked down at him with disdain…

"What have we here?" She smiled wickedly; stroking the soft leather strips of her flail down his length. "Is it painful?" She asked in mock concern. He nodded.

"I’m sure you can take a bit more pain, hmm?" She bent over him and he arched his hips toward her; closing his eyes ready for her exquisite mouth…

He screamed as the leather bit and "kissed" his balls. Tears formed in his eyes as he tumbled off his bed, cradling his injured "pride." When finally he opened his eyes he realised it was morning and the moisture he felt on his hand wasn’t blood as he had thought.

"Oh, shit…" He murmured, as he staggered to his feet and made his way to his bathroom. A tiny camera followed his movements and the woman in leather drifted from the shadows to gaze up into the all-seeing eyes of her masters.

End of pt.1

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