No Good Deeds Goes Unpunished: Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Before Lamb knew it, the night was over as Verosika sang her last song. Sweat dripping down her brow and a radiant smile across her face, she bowed to a standing ovation. “Thank you! Thank you~” She waved at the crowd that had once heckled her, “You're all far too kind.”

“Verosika, we love you!” They cheered, with some even crying. As for Lamb? He found himself at a loss as he sat there in his stool, still shell shocked by her performance. He thought Verosika was just some pretty face, yet here he was at a loss for words.

“The girl could sing,” He whispered, face still flushed as he walked away so he could burn off the excitement in his veins. A live performance was truly just something else. 

While he refilled the beer tap, Verosika basked at the adoration of the crowd. “Awww, you guys do love me,” Verosika beamed as she blew them kisses, “But as fun as it was, I think I might have to call it a day.” 

At the cries of disappointment, she nodded sadly. “I know, I know” Said Verosika, wiping the lone tear from the edge of her eyes, “But it is getting a bit late and I’m getting tired…” Yawning, she paused as she rubbed her eyes, “Speaking off, oh man. I hadn’t sung that hard in a while so thank you! Thank you for letting me sing from my heart to you, my wonderful audience!~” 

“Encore! Encore!” The crowd cheered, with Lamb whispering softly along. He wouldn’t mind staying up just a bit more to hear her sing…

Still, the show had already ended and it was time for them to move on. “Mmm, you guys are really making it harder, so tell you what,” Said Verosika conspiratorially, “If you guys behave and buy lots of drinks from dear ole Mr. Samsa who generously hired me for this nights performance, I might just come back for a second round~”

To the crowd's cheer, she raised her drink. “So drink up, have fun and have a great night!~” She cheered as she made her exit, “Thank you!”

As the popstar retreated behind the curtain and the lights turned on once more, a part of Lamb felt disappointed. He was probably never going to meet her again, especially in a place like hell. Things just move fast here and maybe by the time he could talk to her, she’d probably forgotten all about this night.

“Don’t kid yourself, Lamb,” The small voice at the back of his head whispered, “For her, this is just another Tuesday. You’re nothing more than a passing face in the crowd so get back to getting your shit sorted out.” Eyes lingering just a bit on the stage, he sighed, “You don’t need that trouble in your way.”

“Damn it, why does she have to be pretty,” He whispered as he started cleaning up now that the crowd was leaving. 

“Who’s pretty?” A voice suddenly asked, making him jump in fright. Hastily grabbing the glass mug, he whirled around to find a smug Verosika of all things sitting on one of the bar stools. 

“God damn it,” He coughed out as he tried to steady his racing heart, “Why the hell did you have 

to scare me like that!” His words only made the girl’s grin all the wider as she got on her knees on the stool leaned in closer, making her chest squeeze against each other. 

It took all his willpower not to stare down as the girl let out a throaty laugh. With her tail swishing playfully behind her, she pushed the shot glass he gave her during her first song before she whispered, “So lover boy, how was it?” Tail reaching forward, he felt the spaded tip cup his cheeks, “I haven’t lost my magic touch, have I?~”

“W-what?” He choked out in confusion. Why was she here and most importantly, why the hell was she messing with him! She was messing with him, right? Gulping, he took a step back, only to find the cabinet behind him already. He had nowhere to run and she knew it. 

Eyes lighting up with mirth, she giggled, “Oh don't play coy now, I saw how those pretty blue eyes of yours wander around.” Feeling her tail hook his bow tie, she reeled him in, forcing him to look her in her eyes, “And my my aren't you a naughty little boy~” 

Hands tracing down her collar, she grabbed the hem of her dress and adjusted them, giving him a good look of her chest. “Like what you see?” Asked the woman as she let out a throaty purr. 

Face burning, he felt his legs give out under him as he found himself at the mercy of the Succubi. Was he in heaven, or had he been pulled deeper into hell? As he turned away, trying to hide his embarrassment, she burst out laughing. 

“Oh god, you should have seen the look on your face!” Laughed the pop star as she let go, leaving him all flustered and mortified. “I knew roping you in for my act was the perfect choice,” She added, reminding him of what everything was to her; Just an act. 

“Yeah, yeah,” He grumbled as he glanced down on the counter before grabbing his rag. Wiping away at the beer stains on the wooden finish, he grimaced, feeling bitterness bubble up his chest along with the shame of being a fool. 

Flashing him an appeasing smile, she poked him on the cheeks. “Aww come on, I was just messing with you,” Said the Popstar as she rested her chin on the table while her tail swayed lazily behind her. “You were just so adorable,” She complimented, “It’s like I'm staring at a lost puppy.” 

It did little to dampen the resentment that had settled inside him. “Can you please go away, Miss Verosika?” He sighed, glancing away while he continued to wash the mugs and coasters, “You were amazing on stage and you sounded like an angel, but I'm trying to work here.” 

Hearing silence, he thought she finally left, but he found her sitting there, all wide eyed as her cheeks darkened just a bit. “If you're trying to get me to leave,” She replied as a catty smile slowly crept up her face, “You're certainly making it harder.” Poking him on the side with her tail, she giggled, “Mixed signal much, hmm?~”

Leaning in closer, he was quickly reminded the girl was drunk. “She’s just messing with you,” He reminded himself, “And she’s drunk. Just let her be.” There was no use getting at a girl who wouldn’t even remember the night before. 

Pouting, the woman glared at him as he promptly ignored her before she suddenly smirked. “So that's how you want to play,” Said the succubi as she reached into her cleavage before slamming a fist full of bills on the table next to her shot glass. 

“Well, my cup’s empty and my pockets are heavy,” She purred as she rested her chin on her palm, “Aren't you going to pour me a drink?”

-x-x-x-

How did he get here, Lamb thought as the world spun around while the angel in front of him giggled. “Awww you're just buttering me up here,” Verosika batted at his arms as she served herself another drink.

“No, no, I'm really telling you,” Lamb slurred out as a shot slid his way, “You were really good.” Grabbing the drink, he downed it all in one go before letting out a satisfied sigh. He always thought Alcohol was just terrible, but after a few glasses with Verosika, it just clicked.

No wonder he didn’t like to drink. He had no one to drink with. Nursing his drinks, he let out a dopey smile, “Like wow, you did that song some justice.” As Verosika beamed while she took her shot, Lamb refilled her cup. 

It was way past midnight and there were only a few other patrons right now, perfect for heart to heart talks just like these. Without judging eyes, he could finally say what he wanted.  “I thought you were just a popstar who looks sexy and all, but you certainly proved me wrong,” He told her as he pointed at the flustered girl, “But the way you sing, it's just… you just take my breath away.” 

Shivering, he held himself, “Oh man, I'm having goosebumps just remembering here.” The girl had way more breadth than he had given her credit.

Running her finger against her locks, she leaned just a bit closer before she asked, “And it’s certainly not my tits you’re talking about?” Why does she keep asking him about her tits? They were talking about her singing! What does tits have to do with it?

“Lady,” Lamb said as he gestured for her to look him in the eyes, “Even if you tied a blindfold around my eyes, I'd still come to your concert cause you sounded amazing.” It was as simple as that. She was good so he should go. 

Seeing the way the girl's face turned red and the way she smiled, he quickly back tracked. “Oh shit, sorry if I'm being a bit loose tongue here,” He hastily apologized, “Never really great at holding up drinks.” Why was he even drinking? Staring at the girl pouring both of them a drink, he blinked. Oh right, she pulled him in because she wanted someone to mess with. 

“No, no, it's fine,” Verosika chuckled shakily as she waved him off. Resting her chin against the palm of her hands, she whispered, “It's just that's the nicest thing I've heard today.”

Staring down at the drink in front of him, he sighed, “People are assholes huh?” He knew this place was hell, but why did everyone have to be mean and why did they have to be mean to her? She’s a nice girl even if she’s a bit of a bitch. 

“Sorry about the crowd …” He mumbled as he rested his face against the cool surface of the bar, “And for being a bastard as well.” Puffing at the wool falling down to his eyes, he mumbled, “I’ll pay for a ticket to your next concert, I promise.”

“You silly little lamb,” Verosika chuckled as cupped his cheeks and coaxed him up, “I’m a succubi. If people weren’t looking at me, something is going terribly wrong.”That… made sense. Grinning, she added, “And beside, why should I be mad when its a sweet buttercup like you staring up at me~”

“Still sorry,” He muttered as he looked away, unable to look her in the eye now. 

“Trust me,” The woman whispered as she straightened the crown on his head and fixed his tie before glaring at the people left in the bar, “I've seen worse.” Looking around, he found that some of them were glaring at them.

Why the heck are people so angry? He and Verosoka were just having a bit of fun right “Just ignore them,” The girl said before lifting up the bottle, “Another shot? We’re almost empty here~” It was tempting, but as he reached for his glass, he bit his lips.

“Come on Vivi,” He groaned as he all but collapsed on the table, “You know I'm working here.”  He was so sleepy right now, but his shift isn’t done yet. He wanted to go back to his hole and wrap himself up with his pancho. All the drinks he had weren’t helping either. 

He still couldn’t believe she roped him into this. He was supposed to be a responsible citizen so that he could be pulled out of hell. As the girl smiled, he remembered why. “She’s so pretty…” He thought as he stared awestruck at that playful smile. He was weak to girls like her…

Pouring herself a drink, Verosika asked, “Can't a girl pick her drinking buddy?” Quickly downing the drink, she then reached out, before pinching him in the cheeks, “Especially when he's such a cutie pie.”

“I'm not cute,” He mumbled helplessly as she giggled and laughed at his expense. “I’m just me…” He whispered as he glanced away. All those thoughts, however, would melt away as he felt her slender fingers combing through his wool. “That feelsh sho good…” He mumbled as he slowly drifted off. 

Pulling away, he glanced up to her and found her biting her lips. “Say,” She whispered as she glanced away, cheeks darkening, “Are you free after this?” Smiling hopefully, she added, “It’s getting a bit cold here don’t you think? I could use a cuddle buddy tonight~”

Blinking, Lamb stared at her before he opened his mouth, “Are… Are you hitting on me?” Staring at her in disbelief, Lamb wondered if he might have drank a bit too much.

Smirking back, the popstar replied, “What if I am?” Slowly, she leaned forward, eyes lidded as their eyes met. Lips parting, she leaned down on the table as she got closer before Lamb pushed her away. 

As she blinked at him in confusion, and perhaps just a bit of disappointment, he replied. “Then I'll say you're drunk and you should go home.” He was drunk and so was she even if she was holding herself up really well, but they’re still both drunk. “I would hate to ruin your night,” He added. They were having such a great night as well and he really wouldn’t want to ruin it with a regretful day after. 

His answer, however, only proved fuel to the fire as her eyes lit up. Kneeling up her seat, she crawled up the counter, hands grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer. “What if I want my night ruined?” She whispered as the fire of lust and mischief danced behind her gaze. 

Freezing up, he stared up at her, heart hammering away. She was getting closer, her lips just inches away from his own. He could stay, he could simply not move at all, but he couldn’t. “I-I’m sorry,” Tearing away from her, he stumbled out of the booth as he made his way to the bathroom. 

He couldn’t bring himself to look back as she pushed through and locked the door behind him, leaving him in the silence of the bathroom. 

Ignoring the unmoving body in the corner, he hastily made his way to the wash basin and opened the sink. Her move on him had woken him up far more than any cold water, but it awoke something different inside him. 

“O-ok, calm down,” He said to himself as he washed his face with the tap, “You had a bit too much to drink.” Rubbing his leadened eyes, he stared up to the caprine demon in front of him. “She's just teasing you,” He reminded himself. 

Taking in a deep breath, he leaned against the cool glass before he sighed. Damn it, why the hell was she making his stomach turn to knots. They were technically just coworkers, not friends, and yet here he was already catching some feelings. What’s worse was he ran the fuck away. 

Pulling away, he stared back at himself. “Damn it man, go back outside and apologize.” Turning away, he muttered, “Don’t ruin a friendship because you don’t want to talk…” 

Returning to the bar, he quickly found trouble. There, surrounding an annoyed Verosika, was a bunch of Shark demons along with five others; An ensemble of demons that were just as big and ugly as the bastard accosting Verosika. 

“Come on Verosika, don't be like that,” The lead shark aid as he reached up to cup her face only for the popstar to slap his hands away, “Me and my friends are just being nice here.”

With the succubi all but fuming, the demon pressed on, his hands combing through his greasy hair as he grinned, “Why don't you ditch that little shrimp and let us show you what a fun time is like, huh?”

Still, Verosika was not having any of it. “Fuck. Off!” 

Seeing how things were going, and how the rest of the bar had distance themselves, he stepped in, his blood boiling as he tried to be as civil as he could, “Hey buddy,” He called out as he walked up to them much, making Verosika let out a sigh of relief, “She’s clearly not into you so back off.”

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have his gun and these assholes were bigger; Much, much bigger. Looming over him, the great white teen grinned, “Well well well, if it isn't Romeo.”  Eyeing his belt, he grinned, “You had your chance buddy, but you chickened out so let a real man handle this?”

Yes, he had no weapon, but he wasn’t going to leave her hanging here around with these fuck heads. Ignoring the group of five, he walked up to Verosika and offered her his hands. “Hey Verosika, sorry about leaving you earlier,” He apologized, flashing her a rueful smile, “Do you need a cab?”

This caught the group off guard as the Verosika lit up. Teeth barred and fuming, the man shouted at him, “Hey asshole, I'm talking to you here!” Still, he ignored them as Verosika grabbed hold of his hands and hopped off her seat. 

“It's fine, I was just about to call one,” She assured him as she pulled him away, “and sorry for scaring you off. No hard feel-! Look out!”

Crash!

Reeling, Lamb found the floor meeting him as pain blossomed at the back of his head. What the hell just happened? His question would quickly get answered as a swift kick to the side nearly folded him over.

“You fuckers-!” Verosika screamed as Lamb wretched and held his side. As he looked up, he found her being accosted by two of the other demons, “Hey, get your hands off me!” 

Lamb tried to rise up, but his lungs weren’t sucking up air and his legs weren’t responding. “I was trying to be nice, I really was, but you really have to cockblock me here.” The man spat out before Lamb felt something wet splatter against his hair, “Bad move, bro. Bad move.” 

In pain and barely able to get back to his feet, the Shark left him as his goons held Verosika. “Don't worry sweet cheeks,” The bigger shark chuckled as he cupped her cheeks,  “I'm sure once we get to know each other better, you'll be singing in a different tune.”

His legs were shot and his head was spinning, but fuck this. Striking his thighs and forcing feeling back into them, he slowly forced himself. “Hey Verosika, can I ask you a favor?” He gritted out as the assholes continued harassing his friend, “Call an Ambulance.” No, he’s not going to have that. He’s not just going to have them get their way. “But not for me.”

As everyone turned to look at him as if he had gone mad, he let out a roar as he charged, leaping off the ground as strength returned to his limbs and straight towards the man’s face, “Wha-! 

Crunch!

Landing back on his feet, he watched as the shark held its snout. “My nose! You ruined my nose!” He blabbered out as he glared up at him with those hate filled eyes; Good. He had his attention now. “You bastard!”

Turning to his friends, he shouted, “What the hell are you standing there for! Get him!” Fist immediately started flying as three not holding Verosika immediately ganged on him, ones he eagerly met with his head. 

Bones and chairs broke in equal fashion as they met his horns. As tough as his head was, he staggered with every blow and they kept coming. Shards of glass cut him up, chairs bruised up his face, and blood dripping down his head all but blinded him, but he kept coming. 

A hit on the back was all that was needed to take him down so he simply met them head first. 

“Raaagghh!” Roaring, he drove his head against one of the fists, before he slammed his head against his forehead again and again. 

As he rear his head back, some bastard grabbed his horns, one he promptly kicked in the jaw. Staggering, the man roared back as he threw him hard against the wall. With his back against the wall, he stared up and found two already down, but he still had one bastard in front of him and the fat one was getting back up. 

Spitting out a tooth, he laughed, “That’s all you got?” Forcing himself back to his feet, he squared himself against the bastard, “I can do this all day!” 

He was hurt, but it didn’t matter. He could see it in their eyes as the big fella flinched. “You fuc-!” He shouted before a chair came slamming against the side of his head, making him stagger. 

Turning, he found Verosika with a broken stump of the backseat as two demons laid down, one clutching their jewels while the other clutched their ass. Grinning back at him, Verosika laughed, her blood thirsty grin as radiant as ever, “You think I’d let you have all the fun!?” 

He laughed back as he dove towards a bastard trying to sneak up on Verosika. “Come on you son of bitches!” The pop star shouted as she picked up another chair, “Let’s see what you're made of!” The girl can sing and fight? What else can’t she do!

With someone backing him up, the fight quickly turned. Blood flowed as Verosika kicked and scratched, tearing them up while he battered them with his head. Under their assault, the enemy ranks finally broke, leaving their battered leader behind.

“And stay out!” Verosika screamed as she kicked the sharks behind, sending him packing as well. They won and the spoils went to the victors and so too would be the bill. 

As the rush of the adrenaline wore off, he found the bar was a mess. Broken chairs littered the floor along with more booze than he could find. Yeah, he was definitely going to be paying for this for months on end, but he couldn’t help but smile as Verosika turned back to him with that smile. This time however, that smile reached up to her eyes and he knew what he did was right. 

“Sorry about the mess,” He chuckled as he took a step before finding his legs giving out under him. He was feeling a bit faint and why did his hands look so red? Oh right, he and Verosika brawled with a few bastards. 

It was over now though, so it was fine. He’d just deal with this later.  “I… I think I'm going to take a nap now,” He yawned before his eyes closed shut. It was going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow, but it was well worth it. 

As he tried going to sleep, the girl grabbed him, trying to shake him awa, “Damn it, don’t you dare sleep on me now!” She hissed as worry marred her brow. She shouldn’t be frowning. Maybe he should punch that bastard who’s making her sad… but maybe tomorrow.

“Come on, stay with me!” Verosika shouted, but her voice felt so distant. The last thing he knew as the world went dark was her calling out his name, “Lamb! Stay with me! Lamb!”

A/N:

So I said that I was just going to be posting 1 chapter of this... well, I sorta just had a roll and kept making more of them and here we are in Chapter 3. Sorry about that, but I do hope you guys like it. Writing for Verosika and Lamb was hell of a fun!