Kindred Spirits

Disclaimer: Anything owned by Disney does not belong to me, although the Disney belongings don't show up in this first chapter...but they will... just be patient. And Poison belongs to Alice Cooper...

A/N This is my first attempt to write fanfic, so have mercy and let me know if this is any good, or if I should switch to just reading fic again. And reviews are very welcome!


Chapter 2

First Meetings

Lee's mind began to wander off... to memories of long ago.

Your cruel device

Your blood,

Like ice

One look, could kill

My pain, your thrill...

I wanna love you but I better not touch


I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop

I wanna kiss you but I want it too much

I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison, running through my veins

Poison

I don't wanna play these games

Your mouth, so hot


Your web, I'm caught

Your skin, so wet

Black lace, on sweat...

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins


I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name

Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin

I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison, running through my veins

Poison

I don't wanna break these chains

Poison...

One look, could kill my pain, your thrill...


Five years earlier

He was seated at his usual table at "The Dragon's Fire" when a rather remarkable woman walked in. She was very muscular for a woman, very tanned, and had piercing blue eyes that held a mysterious look in them. Her raven black hair was tied in numerous braids, which were wrapped with leather straps. She wore men’s clothing, yet managed to do so in a feminine way. She wore black breeches, a black tunic and a black leather vest over the tunic which was fitted tight around her torso, exposing her breasts and quite a bit of cleavage. None of the patrons minded that one bit though. She walked straight to the bar, swung herself onto a stool and asked for a bottle of rum. She drank her rum straight from the bottle, not even bothering to use the cup that was still on the bar.

Never before had he seen such a woman. He was astounded by her behaviour, because he was certain he had never seen her before, yet she acted as if she owned the place.

He overheard her telling jokes to the wenches behind the bar and laughing cockily to the men around her. He was truly fascinated by this mystery woman. There was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he so wanted to... He felt almost bewitched by her.

While he sat contemplating whether or not to go over to her, the presence of a hand on his shoulder jarred him from his thoughts.

‘Ye lookin’ at me like tha’ gives me th’ creeps, luv. If ye intend ta woo me, save yer troubles, 'cause I’m not tha’ kind o’ girl.’

Before he could even speak, she looked him deep in the eyes. All thought was abandoned when he looked back into her eyes. It was such an intense look that it drew the blood from his face. ‘I tend ta go straight fer business meself if me feels th’ need, but right now I’m only ‘ere ta have a drink, so would ye kindly stop undressin’ me with yer eyes an’ either buy me a drink or piss off.’ Feisty this one was, almost demonic.

So he did buy her a drink, and another, and another. They had drunk and talked about all and nothing all night and he had to admit that he was very, very attracted to her. She had caught the eye of every sailor in “The Dragon,” but that didn't seem to bother her, nor did she act as though she even noticed. It was almost like she was used to being the center of attention. She wasn't even that beautiful, but her eyes... there was just something about them that drew all other eyes to them, swallowing them, devouring them. He had never seen such eyes before. Even when some of the men in the tavern had the guts to finally approach her she would only blow them off with: ‘Bite me! An’ I don’t mean tha’ literally!’

It flattered him that this unattainable woman had chosen him so sit with. Oh, how he would love to get his hands on her...

Somehow she knew precisely what the subject of his thoughts was, again, and she looked him straight in the eye. ‘Listen Lou... Lee... whatever. As I told ye b’fore, I’m not interested in ye so ye can just stop yer naughty lil’ thoughts. I am – however – very interested in yer tattoos and would love ta learn how it is ye got ‘em,’ her words slightly slurred as she spoke.

Then he told her that he owned one of Singapore's best tattoo-parlours and how he had tattooed many a pirate. She was all ears. ‘Got meself branded almost a year back, think ye can turn th’ scar inta somethin’ nice?’ she asked, holding up her arm. Given that the scar had been there for a year or so and him being as talented as he was he accepted her offer, or rather her challenge. They then decided that he would turn the 'P' on her forearm into a dragon.

Present

And that was how they met, all those years ago. Devon had a large passion about tattooing and was quite a talented artist. She could draw the most amazing designs. So naturally he recognized her talent, so he taught her the trade and she worked for him for over a year.

In all that time, she had seen many men, but they never lasted long. Most of them were long forgotten the next morning. Devon just left them in an empty bed and went on with her life. He hated all her lovers since they were able to touch her, sleep with her and love her like he never could. Over the years they’d known each other, only once had she shared her bed with him. It was unlike any other experience he had before. She never called it “making love,” with her occupation as a pirate she couldn't love. She preferred calling it “making war.” The night that they had “made war,” they did so until it hurt and there was no love involved, only lust. And back then he wouldn't have had it any other way.

She had made clear to him before-hand that it would be a one-time only thing and he didn't press the matter, because he wouldn't have missed it for the world. After that night, they had never spoken of it again. Sure she would make sarcastic remarks and jokes about it and he would laugh along. He knew it had meant little to Devon. But as much as he tried, he couldn't deny the fact that his heart had been involved that time, even if hers wasn’t. To Devon it was just a way to get rid of and release her anger, or simply giving into urges. Nothing less, and most definitely, nothing more.

Then she had left him to seek her fortune elsewhere. Even though she never spoke it aloud, he knew it was because she missed the sea. So she signed on with the crew of “The Hazard” and left him behind. He had missed her… somehow the little hellcat had grown on him. Oh Yes, Devon Duville was most definitely poison.

She was the most venomous poison he knew of, and incredibly lethal. But in spite of it all he loved every inch of her. He could never let her know that, even if it was just because of how lethal she could be.

As Devon began to pull up her breeches, he snapped back into reality.

‘Oy ye Daydreamer, I'm gonna take Bullet fer a walk. I'll be back later, so we can have a last drink together b’fore I go. Meet me in “Th’ Dragon” in an hour.’

‘Aye lass,’ Lee said nodding.

She tied the leash to Bullet’s leather collar and opened the door of the parlour. She had to admit, this tattoo hurt her more than any of the other ones she had gotten.

‘Better be worth th’ pain,’ she muttered under her breath. She made way to the docks, her eyes tracing the contours of the beautiful ship that had given her back her freedom a few years ago. “The Hazard” was the closest thing to a home she’d ever had, but then again she wasn't exactly sure what a home was supposed to feel like. Her father had never been around much when she was a child.

Always off sailing upon the seven seas, pillaging, plundering and doing whatever it took to be one of the best pirate captains known to the world.

And her mother, well mommy dearest never understood her rebel child. She always said that Devon was a boy in a girl's body. Maybe her mother had been right after all… she certainly was a tomboy and most definitely followed in her father’s footsteps, if not as a captain, at least as a pirate.

And her behaviour had never been very feminine.

Maybe that's why she devoured men. She thought and acted like a man. Although when men acted the way she did, they seemed to gain respect. When a woman did it, she lost respect. But she was never one to care what people said.

Never did to begin with. Devon was always happy with who and what she was... why did what anyone else thought matter?

She walked back to town about an hour later, and went to the tavern to meet Lee. She entered “The Dragon’s Fire” with Bullet close on her heels.

‘‘Ello luv, nice doggy you've got there,’ a bloke on her right commented.

‘Well, I’m fond of ‘im, and I must say tha’ ‘e looks a lot nicer than ye do,’ she grinned, making a face at the man.

‘Why you dirty whore, I oughta ...’

‘Ye oughta what? Pay more attention ta personal hygiene? Yes lad, I think tha’ would be a good start.’

He got up from his chair and grabbed her wrist forcefully.

Devon looked him straight in the eye "Ye had best let go o’ tha’ luv, don't make me spoil me last evenin’ ‘ere.’

Of course he decided to ignore her request. ‘Yer a feisty one, I give ye that. Bet ye an’ I could have lots of fun together...’

‘I bet ye do,’ she hissed. He stepped closer to her and pressed his body up against hers. When he did this Bullet barred his teeth and began to growl viciously. The man took a step back.

‘Lettin' th’ mutt fight yer battles, missy?’

‘Now tha’s jus’ takin’ one bleedin’ step too far, ye prick. No one calls me a missy an’ Bullet a mutt an’ gets ‘way with it…’ And with that she drew back her arm, curling her hand into a fist, and then it hit the man forcefully on the chin. He fell to the floor unconscious.

‘Oh yes, lad, we did ‘ave fun didn't we? Ta!’

The other men in the tavern looked at her and she glared back in their general direction. No one dared to even comment on the scene that just took place. Most of the men knew Devon and knew it was a wise thing not to butt into her business.

She turned on her heel and headed for the bar where Lee sat with a wide grin on his face. ‘Punched his lights out ye did!’

‘Damn right I did. Called me a missy!’

Lee's grin got even wider. ‘In tha’ case I be surprised tha’ ye let him live ta see tomorrow, Spitfire.’

‘Ah well, men make mistakes, an’ some make bloody stupid ones… but I bet ye tha’ he won't be makin’ tha’ mistake ‘gain.’

She tapped on the bar and the bartender immediately poured her a mug of rum. After they went through a few rounds of rum, Devon had the bartender fetch a bowl and some water for Bullet. Normally the bartender didn't like dogs in his tavern, but for Devon's dog he stretched the rules a bit. Despite her rough appearance, he knew she had a warm heart. And with her being a close friend of his brother Lee, he allowed the funny-looking dog in with no trouble.

After a few more mugs of rum, Devon turned in early for the night. "The Hazard" was due to sail at sunrise and she did not want to be late. She and Bullet slept in the small spare bedroom at Lee's house since he would never let her rent a room when she came back to visit.

That morning she got up as quick as she could, packed her bag, strapped her belt around her waist and assembled her weapons. Two daggers went in her belt, as well as two pistols, while she hid a dagger the length of her forearm in her right sea boot. And last but not least she hid her precious throwing stars in one of her vest pockets. She was ready to go. She hurried down the stairs, Bullet following in her wake.

She hugged Lee, who was already standing in the doorway, and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

‘Thank ye fer everythin’, Lee. Until next time, Dragon man.’

‘Until next time, Spitfire.’