"Hehf... hehf meh..."

"What?"

"Hehf... hehf..."

"'Hehf'? 'Hehf hehf'? What are you trying to say? Are you laughing, like 'heh heh heh'?"

Perhaps it wasn't altogether mature, mocking a dying man, but it certainly struck him as funny. And it wasn't as if the man could even tell he was being mocked. Well, he might be able to tell, but chances were the man was beyond caring.

"Hehf... meh..."

A long body folded into a crouch, blackly burning eyes studied the man. Watched as desperate eyes tried to blink away blood, as the shattered jaw gaped open and closed. Like a fish. The man on the ground was in a bad way--a really bad way. His fingers were mutilated, the skin stripped away so only bone and pulpy flesh remained. His shirt lay open, revealing tattered flaps of blood-smeared flesh stuck to generous girth.

"Hehf... meh... pleash..."

"I get it. 'Help me' is that it? Help me?" Nikita's eyes met the man's. One set was open wide and horror-struck. The other was focused, studying the heavy businessman's terror with unnerving interest. "Can't do that, mister. We just gotta wait for you to die." He smiled. "Shouldn't take too long. But don'cha worry, not to worry at'all. I'm gonna be right here, watchin' over you as you die. Yessir, I'll watch you die."

A shrill scream peirced the night, but Jenna caught herself quickly. The little girl stared in horror at what was going on. This man... He was being tortured! Jenna could feel his pain and was crying bloody tears for him.

Why? What had he done to diserve this? Why had this vampire just let this poor man to suffer and- And he was watching!

Jenna had been ready to run to the man, to try and help him or end his suffering. But she stopped abruptly as she heard the vampires voice. "No! Don't do this to him! Don't do this to the poor man you fiend!" She yelled. "Kill him, or try to help him, don't let him suffer!"

Nikita snarled instinctively at the sound of shouting. A child's shouting interestingly enough, and his snarl took on a hint of a grin. Children could be fun. Only problem was that they tended to die faster than adults.

But he frowned slightly as she came closer, running towards them. No sane little kid ran towards a guy with pieces of himself hanging off. Plus, even though he had nothing in the way of mental abilities, he could tell when a being was a person or a vampire. And this was definitely a vampire.

"I'll do what I please." He hissed, one big hand reaching out to grab the girl by her arm. And just like that, he lifted her, one arm twisted behind her back. "And since you're so interested... Why don't you watch?" Annoying little brat.

"Hehf... Iarrr..." The businessman's voice became more and more garbled, spluttering feebly as blood trickled into his lungs.

Jenna held back a scream as he wrenched her arm behind her back. "No! Please. Don't hurt him. Don't hurt him please." She whimpered as the pain shot through her arm." She didn't want to watch, she hated torture, she hated pain. But she couldn't look away from the pale man's eyes.

She had learned medicine and nursing from Clara and her bedside manner was no different from her sire's. To hold them close as they died, to comfort them.

"Please. Don't let him suffer. End his pain. He doesn't deserve this!" She said in a frail voice. She tried to reach out to the man and comfort him, but she was too far away. "Let me go! Please. Let me be with him!"

Nikita was silent, watching as the man's mutterings and twitches grew progressively weaker. One thick, hard arm was wrapped around Jenna's stomach to hold onto her, effortlessly. She probably weighed, what, fifty pounds soaking wet? Wouldn't have been a problem for Nikita when he was alive, much less now.

The businessman shuddered, his body falling into uncontrollable tremors. The vampire's lip curled, watching as his heavy gut shook and sent drops of blood falling to the ground.

"It'll end soon enough, Bridget." Too soon. Humans were so fragile. They snapped and bled so well, but the price was that they died so easily. And it did end. It ended with a gurgling exhalation of blood and air and eyes that stared at nothing.

Nikita stood, unfolding his powerful, six-foot-six frame and gave the businessman an idle prod with a booted foot. He was still hungry. For blood and pain. The body could stay here with the rest of the trash until somebody, the Amman most likely, found it and disposed of it. "Go back to wherever you came from. I got no time for you."

Jenna began sobbing loudly as she watched the poor man die alone. How could this man be so cruel? Why did people do such things. They were so horrible!

But the vampire was too strong... To old for her to trick or fight. There were times she hated being so little and now was one of them. "Let me go to him please! He needs someone!" But he held her fast against him, her tears not doing anything to loosen his heart.

When he finaly did let her go the man was dead. She had heard, had seen his last breath. But Jenna went to him anyway. She lay over him sobbing as if it were her father, not minding the blood, the bits that had been shreaded from him.

"YOU MONSTER!!" She screamed at him. "YOU FUCKEN MONSTER!" How could he just torture someone like this? "What did he ever do to you!"

Little streaks of red started appearing in Nikita's eyes, stretching outward from the pupils. Not a good sign. But not a surprising one either. After all, he was hardly a patient understanding guy and this little brat was really making an effort to grind on his very last nerve.

"Goddamit, will you shut yo' mouth?" He snarled, spinning back towards her. "You want the humans to hear? 'Cause if dey do, it'll be both our heads getting smooshed by the Amman." The dark face radiated disgust as he watched her cling to the dead body--like she knew it. Well, before it died.

"That yo' da or something?" Not that he cared overly, but she made him curious.

"No, it won't be me! It'll be you! I've never killed an innocent person like you. I've never tortured anyone!" She said with tears of anger in her eyes as she gritted her teeth, not backing down just because he was bigger and stronger.

"He's not my dad, but he could have been someone's dad! He could have been someone's husband, someones father, mentor. You don't think! You don't know what he could have done to help everyone!" That was probably the worst of it really. Not killing the person, but the potential and the future that this person had. He could have become someone who donated money for a good cause, or could have been a lieson between human and vampires. Why didn't he think?!

"Why did you do it? Couldn't you have fed without killing?" She said as she came away from the body, looking up with angry eyes at the dark skinned vampire.

He didn't think? He thought. He simply didn't care. They were human, he was more. They broke with ease, but there was always another to take the splintered one's place. Nikita didn't care what connections this man might have had, once upon a time when he had been alive. It simply didn't matter.

For he was a creature with power beyond the mortal; he was a being time had forgotten. Perhaps one day some similar creature with great power and enjoyed the mortals would destroy Nikita for what he did and took pleasure in. Perhaps not. Until that day, Nikita would continue to do as he pleased.

And the random torments and killings of mortals pleased him.

The girl, however, was beginning to give him a headache. "I could have." He replied flatly, turning on his heel and walking away. Perhaps she, like many other irritants, would simply go away without his attention.

Nikita stroked a hand over his face. He felt like a woman now, and knew that plenty enjoyed the imposing look he cultivated.

Jenna's lips pulled back in a fierce snarl as he began to walk away. "You think you're better than he is?!" She growled. "You think he doesn't deserve a decent burrial?" Even the men she had killed, she gave them proper graves.

"You're no better than him. You're no better than the humans you feed from. You can die, you can be killed just as easy as he can. Any one of us can. Our lives may not be as delicate, but they can end easier than you may think."

It was almost comical, this barly three and a half foot girl who maybe wighed forty pounds, yelling at a giant of a man.

But he kept walking and she didn't want that. bendign down quickly she grabbed a rock of the ground and threw it straight at the vampire hitting him in the back. She was probably quicker than he was, and she was illing to find out if need be. "You owe him the proper respect of the dead!" She said firmly. "Burry him, burn him, do something with his body other than leave it here like this!"

That was enough. As the rock thudded into the middle of his broad back, Nikita's scarlet streaked eyes turned violently red and he leapt at Jenna. "How did you manage to survive as long as you have, being this intrusive?" The question was obviously rhetorical, considering one large hand was wrapped around the girl-vampire's throat and her feet were hanging a good three feet off the ground.

"They are only human, I am more. My life may well be ended with the ease that I end theirs, but until that day, I will do as I please. Now shut your mouth or I will shut it for you!" He snarled, baring an impressive dual set of fangs. "And I will shut it permanently." With an angry flick of his wrist, he released her, the force behind the 'casual' movement enough to fling her many feet.

She was fast, but he was even faster!He was on her in a flash, his hands tight around her throat.

"STOP IT!!!" She screamed in his mind. "LET ME GO!" A second later he did, tossing her into the alley wall. Her light body bairly made a thud, but there was a crack as she tried to stop herself from falling. But it landed on the ground and lay still, her arm bent at a funny angle.

After a second though she began to whimper in pain. "Why... Why do you do this? Why must you be cruel? You don't have to be like this!" She nearly began crying in pain, but she wouldn't give him the pleasure of seeing her cry from anything but sorrow. "You don't have to be an ass about this. Just burry him! Burn him, something please."

Nikita stared at the little girl. What was this? What was the point? And, most of all, why wouldn't she shut up? And leave him alone, following that train of thought.

Without another word, he turned on his heel. He was going to find that woman and fuck the living daylights out of her. And then he was going to kill her. Because it would feel good.

"Burn him yo own damn self, you care so much." He called back, tossing a pack of matches in her general direction.

Jenna tried to push herself up, but she couldn't move her right arm. It was broken at the very least once... and... And she wasn't that quick of a healer. And she wasn't strong enough to move the man... He was too heavy just by the looks of it and... And she couldn't burn him here.

"Help me. Please." She said as she got to her feet shakely. "I... I can't move him. Just-" She swallowed hard against the pain that was shooking up her arm. "Just get me somewhere where I can burn him please."

Why did this man simply turn his back on his past? He too had been human. He knew the pain of suffering. Why did he inflict the same pain?

Nikita didn't look back. "Yo the one with a problem. Want it disposed of so badly, figure out how to dispose of it on yo own. And, missy, you keep aftah me, I swear I gonna break mo' than yo damn arm." It was interesting, really, how his speech could waver between cultured and educated sounding to a more slangy type--if slangy was even a word.

His long legs ate up the ground, but he paused in front of a mostly busted window. He still had a reflection, a faint one. He looked good. Nikita's dark skin kept him from looking dead, and his clothing (a duster, motorcycle boots, etc and all in black) looked the part. Bad boy, an image enhanced by his big frame and cutting features. His eyes were red, but that would fade.

So, the question was, did he want a well-built blond or a petite redhead?

If Jenna had been one to give up so easily, she wouldn't have lived as long as she did as a vampire or even human. If she had given up so easily she wouldn't have even turned five more than likely and she never would have been a vampire.

She stumbled after the man, giving a sharp cry as she straighened her arm.

"Please sir. I just need your help for a few minutes... Just... Just put him in the dumpster or something. Please, I'll do anything if you just help me! I couldn't lift him even if my arm was fine. He... He's too heavy for me."

"An' how, I must ask, is the fucking Dumpster better than the trash-ridden pavement?" Nikita muttered under his breath, apparently unable to lose himself of the child-vampire. Like an extremely irritating shadow that he would like to... well, kill, honestly. Not a surprise. His initial reaction to lots of things was to kill it.

It was, after all, such a lovely way to pass the time. But the entertainment it provided was so brief...

"A'ight." He turned towards her, crouching down so his considerable height was only a head or so above hers, and crooked a finger. "Anything, is it, Bridget? Well, here I pose yo a li'l question. See, I don' do anything I don' feel altogether inclined to do. 'Nless, of course, I get something out of it. So tell me, girly, what do I get out of helping you 'properly dispose' of it? 'Cos, honestly, it just ain't worth mah time."

"I can at least burn him in there." She said with a little huff. Was the man that stupid?

"The name's Jenna." She said as he called her Bridget. Was Bridget someone he knew? Probably not. This guy didn't look like he had a lot of friends....

"Huh...? Well... I dunno. I... I can do some things... But please. I will do what I can for you if you can just help me this one time... I don't think I'm asking too much sir. And I won't bother you again." After all, she knew she was being annoying, she was still a kid really and that's what kids did best. And she was doing her best chihuahua impression... Barking, yapping, biting at his ankles until she got what she wanted.

"I might have been able to drag him up there if you hadn't broken my arm... But... I don't heal too quickly..." She said with a slight grimace as she tried to move the limp arm.

Staring at her, Nikita quirked an eyebrow, the thick gold ring through it glinting in the faint light that leaked into the alley. "Don't think you're askin' too much, eh? Well, that's wit yo on dat side an' me on dis side." Still, he had some ideas how she might pay him back for the annoyance.

Or, you know, how he might make her pay him back...

On a mock sigh, he stood and grabbed the man by one limp wrist. With the ease he might have had lifting a down pillow, he tossed the man into the dumpster. "Lovely fuckin' smell." Nikita griped as a wave of odor came wafting up with the impact. Fumbling a small box of matches out of his coat pocket, he wasn't going to lose another Zippo, he lit one and tossed it in.

The questionable contents blazed to merry life within moments.

"A'ight, Jenna. Le's figger out how yo gonna pay me back. Doesn't seem like I took a lotta trouble, I know, but yo're rather annoyin'." The tall vampire held a hand out to her. Maybe she'd welch, or try. Might be interesting, seeing as he was stronger and faster.

Jenna watched as he not only lifted the man into the dumpster, but litt he fire as well. There was a soft smile on her face as she bowed her head in respect for a few moments.

She looked up again as the vampire spoke. Annoying? Jenna shrugged a shoulder. "I'm a kid... Didn't you ever have kids of your own? Weren't you ever around them? They can be anything they put their hearts to. Including annoying." She said with a slight grin.

Jenna didn't take the mans hand however but moved closer to him. "I'm not going to run. But I'm not going to give you my only good hand either." She said sharply. She didn't trust him of course, but she had made a promise and she would keep it.

"Kids?" Nikita snorted, glancing at Jenna as if she must be joking. "Yeah right. I'm a reg'lar homegrown poppa with mah family sittin' dear at home." He said sarcastically, leading the way deeper into the part of Demaitre only the initiated or the foolish walked. In this small section, violence was the norm and the accepted way of life.

He had enough of a reputation that the hard-eyed shadows stayed where they were--deep in the shadows.

Glancing at some sort of landmark, Nikita looked back at the little girl, his eyes eerily lit by a barrel fire they passed. The flames danced over the gold ring above his eye. "C'mon, dis way." He pushed a bent door open, led the way into the dark recesses. There was little light here, only what managed to seep in through the broken windows. Down he led, until they seemed to be in some type of access passage for the basement.

But the passage dead-ended, led to only a wall. There was a click and a flame of light as Nikita lit a cigarette, then pushed Jenna in front of him. With a twisted smile, he crouched down so they were more or less eye to eye. "Yo said yo'd do what you could fo' me if I helped you. Well, I did what you wanted... Guess what yo're gonna do for me, Jenna."

Well it was possible right? That he could have had a family...

Jenna became more and more wary as he lead her into a part of town that she wasn't familliar with at all, even though she was new to the city. But it gave her pale skin goosebumps, made every sensory nerve twinge at ever movement... Every step she took into this dark world made her want to run. Run as fast as she could away from this true darkness.

She paused as he opened a door. The hallway, or room or wherever it lead... It was so dark she couldn't see into it. It wasn't that Jenna was afraid of the dark, but rather what might be in the dark.

She didn't want to go. All of her body, her mind and everything screamed at her as she took another step forward, to that dark room... Another and another so that the screaming was actualy drowning out the pain of her arm.

She started as she heard a click, and in the brief moment of light she found herself at a dead end. She turned to run away, but he caught her and shoved her painfully infront of him. Now she had the wall at her back, him in front of her.

She scampered the few feet away from him until she was in a corner, but he came towards her, a soft, almost inaudible whimper of fear escaped her. The look in his eyes... The twisted sick pleasure on his face... She shouldn't have came here. She should have ran like she thought. But even if she ran, where would she go?

Her eyes opened wide with fear as he spoke. What was he going to do to her, with her? "Please... Don't hurt me sir." Those were the only words she could utter though as she cowered before him.

Nikita cocked his head, studying Jenna intently. He enjoyed fear. An odd way to phrase it, perhaps, but it was the truth. He enjoyed fear, watching how it played out on the faces of others. Pupils widened, sweat popped out on foreheads, lips trembled.

The twisted smile only grew. "Don't hurt you?" He asked, lightly running the pad of his finger down her cheek. "Sorry, girl, but that ain't an option. See, da question idn't are you going to get hurt. Question is only how much." Nikita's eyes glittered. "And the answer is up to you and me... but mos'ly me."

She'd thought she was pretty fuckin' clever, hadn't she? Took pride in irritating him. Well, there was a price to pay for annoying a violent, petty, sadistic creature like him. He wasn't some damn fluffy toothless vampire, he had imagination. Tenderly, he patted her cheek, even as those terribly hungry eyes coursed over her. "Bettah strip, girl, or those clothes are gonna get real messy."

Jenna's eyes widened even further as he spoke again. Was he really going to...?

She pulled away from his touch, a feeling like raw fish crept along her skin. Those eyes... The way they looked at her now, like a wolf looking at an unprotected lamb that was in his grasp.

"No. I won't!" She stammered. If he thought she was just going to let him... Let him do this to her, he was out of his mind. Why did he want to fuck her anyway? She had no body to look at, she wasn't beautiful by any means. Hell she was still a little girl physicaly speaking. The last men who had tried it had ended up dead by her hands, more so her mind. But they had only been human, and Jenna knew that she wasn't strong enough to beat him in any way.

"Please... Don't... Don't do this to me. You don't have to do this..." She said softly as she looked up at him. "Just let me go... Please... I won't bother you ever again..."

If he enjoyed fear, it was a safe assumption to make that he enjoyed the things that went along with fear. Such as begging. Yes, he took perverse pleasure in listening to his projects pleading for mercy.

Nikita laughed as she defied him. "Yo're right. I don' have to do dis. But, yo see, in my world dere's two things dat say what yo can do. What do yo wanna do, and what are yo strong enuff to do?" He grinned darkly at her. "Dat's how my world works."

What irritated him was that she was, what, 70-80 years old? And she still acted like a nine year-old. It bugged him. She bugged him. And done it well enough that he'd started thinking up all sorts of stuff to get her screaming.

With movements to quick for the eye to track, he grabbed her wrists. Easily, he held them securely with one large hand, his rough touch paying no mind to her broken arm. Enjoying himself, he ran his other hand over her belly, wanting to hear her beg some more.

What you wanted to do and what you were strong enough to do...

Jenna wanted to run, but she couldn't. She wasn't strong enough to just push him out of the way, she couldn't use her mental powers because he was older... And-

She gasped and cried out with pain as he grabbed her wrists. The touch on her stomach made her sick, nauscious, and it made her little body tremble. "No." She whimpered. Jenna couldn't help but be afraid. Wasn't any woman afraid in this situation? "No please... Don't do this..." She tried to move her arms from his grasp, but another shot of pain went thought the broken limb. She'd need fresh blood to heal that...

"Just let me go. Please don't hurt me." A crimson tear trickled down her cheek as she pleaded with him, knowing that it would prbably be in vain.

She wished that Clara was here... That Clara could some how run through the door and save her from this nightmare and make her feel all better. But the sharp pain in her arm reminded her that she was on her own.

"Oh, but Jenna, dear, I so want to." Nikita grinned as she gasped, his fingers curling around the waistband of her pants. Leaving them like that for a moment he spoke, "Eighty years and yo haven't met some demented ol' man to pop you? Dere are plenty of 'em out in da big bad world."

And so saying, he dragged her pants down, laughing as he did so. Ask any dime-store psychologist and they could tell you, it was never about sex. Sex was only the excuse or a very small part of it. It was about power and twisted desires and, in Nikita's case, just to be cruel.

He pressed a hand between her legs, roughly began to force a finger inside of her. Would she scream or just cry some more, he wondered. Either one would please him.

She felt the cold air on her bottom half and whimpered. She closed her eyes tight as a few more tears fell down her cheeks. Jenna gasped, biting her tongue against the scream that wanted to come out. Maybe... Maybe if she didn't scream, didn't fight, he wouldn't do this. It was her only hope.

But the whimper grew louder as his finger explored what no man had ever touched, never even see.

A part of her just wanted him to finish it, to take her and leave her crying in the hall. But she couldn't give up. She had to fight him as much as she could. Clara wouldn't want her to give up.

Her body jerked as she tried to get his finger out of her, but he was too deep inside her. "Let me go. I don't like that!" She gasped. "Stop it please!" It was beginning to hurt even, the way he was touching her. And if this hurt... What would the rest be like? She whimpered at the mere thought.

He laughed again as she flinched and wriggled. "Stop? Stop? But we only just begun, Jenna. Ain't gonna stop here." Nikita's voice was light, entertained. He enjoyed the sound of her gasping and whimpering. It was like music to him. Harder, he jammed his finger into her, curling it to scrape his nail against her delicate flesh inside.

It was funny, the way she begged, even now. Pulling back for a moment, Nikita ripped her shirt off, used it to tightly tie her wrists behind her back. He wanted to be able to use both hands on her.

He was hard already, but not from the sight of her little girl's body. It was her pain that aroused him, her pain and her fear. But he wouldn't fuck her yet, no not yet. Instead, he grabbed her again, thrust two fingers into her tiny hole.

Jenna choked back the cry the came to her throat as he pressed his finger harder in her, scraped inside her body. She could feel it, she could feel every movement. "No... Don't. Don't do this." She gasped.

She managed to swallow the pain as he tied her hands behind her back, using her own shirt to do so. She was now naked in front of him and she felt completely helpless. Her hands were tied and he had the use of both of his now.

The cry escaped her, a hard and strangled sound as the pain increaced, as he streached her further. "No. Don't!" She gasped. She tried to move, tried to escape his hands. But she couldn't. She couldn't hold back the tears that began to leap, or the slight sobs that were building as the truth began to sink in...

She couldn't escape... And he wasn't going to stop.

"No. Don't!"

Nikita only laughed. He found it all so very amusing. What was it, he wondered idly, that made violence and cruelty so fun to him? Humans were the dominant species on the planet, the only ones with the mental processes necessary to manipulate their surroundings. The mind had given birth to so many fascinating things: the Internet, the cellphone, the automobile.

The Iron Maiden, the boot, the thumbscrew. Humans had to have credit for that. For whatever else they did, they were also the only species (besides vampires) to practice cruelty. In that respect, Nikita didn't mind admitting some humanity. After all, violence was far more human than kindness.

Little whimpers came from her throat and blood tears rolled down her face. Fascinating. Pulling his fingers from her, Nikita rocked back on his heels to pull down the zipper of his jeans. It didn't matter to him that she looked like a little girl, one way or the other. Giving her rear a light pat, he slowly began to push himself into her.

Jenna was almost relieved as she felt his fingers leave her body. Was it over? Would he stop? She was just about to open her eyes when she heard the sound of a zipper. Such a quiet, unnoticable noise most times... But now... In the empty hall where only her whimpers sounded, it was like a church bell ringing loud and clear.

"No... Please. Please don't do- Ah-" She was gasping at first but as he pushed deeper cries were torn from her throat. The pain was overwhelming... She could feel her body ripping appart as he pushed himself inside her.

Within moments she was screaming, begging him repeatedly to stop, to let her go. She could smell the blood, her blood, and feel it as it began to trickle down her legs. She would heal, yes... But... The pain was so much deeper than that. So much worse...It was humiliating... Painful to think that anyone would want to cause this pain to someone.

She had hoped someone would hear her scream... Somone would hear her begging to help... But nothing came... Nothing at all. Her screams only echoed back at her.

This place was a hideout of sorts, a spot he had discovered some time back. At the time, there had been some homeless humans camped out here. It was while Nikita had been in the act of slaughtering them that he had realized almost no sound whatsoever left the chamber, no matter how much it echoed within. He had left one of the humans impaled with a rusty iron bar torn from a window and headed to the surface where the only sound was a faint moaning noise. His hearing was far superior to that of humans, and he had barely been able to hear it.

So he didn't bother trying to quiet the child-vampire, and instead enjoyed the way the cold hard walls amplified the sounds of her begging and pleading.

She was virginally tight, wrapped around him like cool silk. Blood began to flow, for he was far too large for her body to accomodate and it made her tear, helping him slide in and out more easily. Nikita leaned his shoulders back, watched the way his width made her flesh stretch as he forced himself into her. In a slow, painful rhythm, he rocked back and forth, drawing back until he was almost entirely out, then pressing forward as far as he could.

Slowly the high, shrill screams began to die off as each thrust made her cry out in pain. Pain that made her want to die, pain that tore at every fiber of her. He was a monster... Nothing less. He wasn't human... Didn't have a decent bone in his body. No half decent person.. Alive or un-dead would ever do this to anyone.

But she knew that he wouldn't stop now... Wouldn't stop until he had his fill... So there was no use begging... No use trying to plead with him. Just... Just let it happen... It will all be over soon. It will all be over soon...

She cried as he plunged into her, sobbed as he pulled out. Again and again as crimson tears ran down her face. She wanted Clara... She wanted someone who would be there with her... Tell her everything was alright... That she would be okay.

But Clara wasn't here. Clara was across the continent... She had no one. No one who cared about her at all.

She tried to block out the pain... But it was all too much... Which was why she cried, why she sobbed and wept. She wanted to stop, to show him that she was stronger and it didn't hurt her... But it tore her appart.

He was slightly disappointed when the screaming stopped. It was replaced by low sobs, though, and that was just as good. Maybe better. Nikita cocked his head to listen, enjoying himself immensely.

Irritation? What irritation? It was all bleeding away now, with every thrust and resulting sob. Perhaps for Jenna it seemed to take an age for him to finish, but it ended all too quickly for Nikita. A final push, a clenching of his hands, and the white wash of pleasure.

He stood and untied her hands, used the shirt to wipe her blood off of himself. The deep black eyes glided over her when he tossed the blouse back to her. It was as if, now that he was done, she didn't exist anymore. She might as well not have for all the notice he took of her.

While he toyed with the idea of killing her to top it off, he decided not to bother. Rare of him to leave a victim alive. He wasn't one of those mental torturer types, no. Nikita was more of a smash and break kind of guy. Still, he'd done what he'd wanted, got what he'd wanted.

Without a word he turned and began to walk away, the only sound his step and the rustle of his duster.

It was as if her sobs, her cries soothed his temper.

How long it lasted, Jenna couldn't really say. It could have been all night and day, it could have been only a few minutes. With a final scream as his hands dug into her shoulders he had pulled away form her.

When he let her go, she fell to the floor, her sobbing growing louder for whatever reason. Her hands were untied then, and she curled up into a ball, letting her tears soak the ground. She didn't know how long she laid their crying... Maybe an hour passed before the tears stopped. But she knew if she cried anymore she would be too weak to make it back.

The man was gone when she looked up, all she had was her bloodied shirt. She wiped her tears off and forced herself to her feet. Every step was painful... But she couldn't stay here... She had to move... She couldn't stay here... The scent of her blood... What had happend... It was all over the place, the scent... It reaked... It made her sicker than before.