"Oh shit... Fuck... Fuck what did I do..." He muttered wide eyed at the body in front of him. He... he god... he'd...

he wanted to throw up, he wanted to wretch and settle the nerves of his stomach. But he couldn't. he couldn't even take his eyes away from the body of the young man... Couldn't take his eyes away from the mess he'd created.

"Shit... Shit... What the fuck am I going to do..." He said with a shuddering breath. "Fuck..."


"HEY! What's going on down there!" A light turned on from a window above. "No trespassing you stupid kid! I'm calling the cops!" The older man threatened from his window looking down in the alley.

Shit...

The threat of the cops made Mack's heart begin to thunder, begin to pound harder in his chest than before. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know where to go or anything. But he ran anyway. Out of the alley in a bolt he heard the worst sound possible. Sirenes. Where they coming towards him? Were they going to find the body of the young man that he'd murdered.

Murdered.

Helplessly.

Shit...

He ran as fast as he could, grateful that the streets were so empty this late at night. But where was he going to go... he... He couldn't go home. He didn't know what would happen if he did... What the hell was he going to do though? He'd killed, and God... This wasn't the first time. She... That girl... She'd done something to him... But he'd been so afraid that he'd ran...

Damn it all... he had to get in a fight that night didn't he? Now, two weeks later, he was killing people, drinking blood... vampire... that was what the girl had said. Vampire... But... How could it be true?

The scent of blood was strong on the air, permeating her breathing space, clouding her thoughts with his sedating--and not--aroma. She shuddered freely, her heels clicking thoughtfully along the sidewalk as she continued slowly on her way, to where it did not matter.

But the smell was getting stronger. Her brow furrowed with curiosity as she neared the source, and she halted as another scent trickled through her senses. Vampire. Young. Very young. Maybe dangerous. She smiled crookedly, amused by the thought that any youngster could prove himself a threat. And there he was. He flashed by, running as quickly as possible, which from her perspective was a relatively lazy jog. He looked absolutely petrified. She peeked around the corner of the alley he had just departed from and grinned. Young indeed. The body was still lying crooked on the ground. Rose knew she should move it, but honestly, it was a new dress and she didn't want some panicky fledgling bloodying it up. She gave a soft growl and turned in quick pursuit of the young one.

"Damned vampires ought to keep track of their bloody spawn," she muttered to the breeze, squinting into the wind as she caught sight of him again.

She did not stop until she was right behind, and then beside him. Her brilliant eyes glinted with something like a cross between amusement and annoyance, and she snarled sharply, shouldering him enough to change his course away from the street and off into yet another dismal alley. One clawed hand closed around the fledgling's shoulder, guiding him back into the shadows.

Petrified. That was actually a rather good word for the moment, and it could be upgraded to 'scared shitless' as a strong hand grabbed him at the sholder pulling him aside.

Now, mack had always been a sensable guy. One who thought things through rationaly and never let his other brain get in the way.

But there was something in him that growled eagerly at the scent of a woman, a vampire.

But that didn't last to long as she snarled at him, her fangs much longer than his currently. It didn't really scare him truth be told, but it brought the more appropreate thoughts to mind.

"Shit!" He pulled away quickly and backed away until he felt brick behind him. "Fuck... I... I didn't mean... I.... I didn't want to or..." He stammered. The sight of the apparently strong and capeable man trembling and stammering was a sight indeed. But his whole world had been turned around, had been torn apart and repeiced like a puzzle gone horribly wrong.

"I... I couldn't stop myself! I tried! I did!" He pleded with her. "D-Don't kill me please!"

When he was good and far back in the alley, she let him pull away and slowed to an easy walk, her entire body swaying gracefully as she slowly stepped towards him. The look of him, so frightened and so fearful of what she might do, made her eyes burn brighter. She could have laughed out loud--indeed, she nearly did. But instead, Rose managed to contain her mirth to a dangerous smile. Oh, how she was enjoying this.

"Stop whining," she sighed, offering no more comfort than an impatient flick of her hand. "Do you really think I care what you did to him? So you murdered a man. Trust me, darling, you're not the first, and you're certainly not the last. But you really ought to refrain from lying to me. That I do not like."

At last she reached him, and she took his quivering face in her hand, her nails making tiny little indentations in his soft, fledgling skin.

"You can't tell me you didn't want to. You obviously did. You tore him up well enough, left him nice and mangled for the police to find."

She released him but did not step away, her eyes wandering over him openly, judgmentally. She made a small noise of disapproval--or perhaps indifference--and glanced around once more to assure herself they were quite alone.

"How long have you been one of us? You still smell like a man."

"No!" He shook his head vigorously "No I didn't! I'd never do something like that! I... I didn't want to, I tried to stop myself!" He wasn't afraid to hurt someone if need be. He wasn't afraid even to break bones or draw blood if it came down to it. But he'd never kill someone! He'd never do that, his parents taught him better than that. Hell, and his faer of the law was even better than that.

"I didn't mean to do it. I... I couldn't stop myself. I tried... I didn't want to kill him... Or the others."

Trembling as she moved away he dug the heals of his hands into his eyes and sunk down against the wall.

There had to be some way... Some way he didn't have to do this. Some way he could go back to being him. There just had to be.

"How... how long?" He murmured. "A... just a week... Maybe... maybe two. I don't remember." He looked up at her now, desperation clear in his eyes. "Please... Please turn me back... I never wanted to be this! There... There has to be some way to cure me. Please..."

At mention of "the others," her lips twisted into a wider grin.

"Turn you back?" She laughed, her amusement finally becoming too great to suppress. "You want me to change you back into what, a human? My dear, if that's what you truly want then I'm only too delighted to tell you that you are doomed to be eternally miserable!"

She laughed again, insanely entertained by his optimism, or whatever it might be called. But her expression rapidly fell, returning to the same, malicious grin as she looked again into his petrified face.

"You're never going back. You'll be this way forever. You can't undo what's been done. How else shall I put it? And why would you want to be a man again, anyway? So you can sit behind your desk and scribble nonsense on forms so you can participate in the mindless bureaucracy of your pathetic society? Why? You're free, completely free, so why are you afraid?

Who sired you? Who can I blame for creating this idiocy? Perhaps that should be our next visit. Perhaps we can't rip and tear and bleed some sense first into their head, and then into yours."

He sat there, utterly defeated as she told him that there was no way, no chance for him to go back to normal. That he couldn't be human again.

"I... I loved my life! I was happy." He saidhelplessly. He wanted a family, wanted kids, wanted to live and grow old and... Yeah, he wanted to die in time. he wanted to live a normal life. "I loved my job! I loved my friends and my workers! I don't want this! I dont' want the blood... The pain... The... The death! I don't want it!"

He was nearly screaming in dispare and frustration.

"Free? I... I'm not free! I'm not anything but a murderer! I don't... Don't want to be like this!" She was tourmenting him... She was enjoying his suffering wasn't she?

His... his sire? The woman, the girl who made him like this.

"I... I can't remember her name... I don't know. A girl... It was an accident. I dont' remember what happened... We... We were kissing and I don't remember anything else okay. It's... It's not her fault. I... I ran. I couldn't deal with it. I never knew things like her... us... existed... I... I didn't take it very well..." He murmured, hanging his head.

She watched him tremble and hover on the verge of a breakdown, and for a moment her twisted amusement subsided enough for her to truly listen. His story was far from unique, but it was stories like his that were some of the worst. He had done nothing to provoke it but had been the victim of a random act of violence, and now he was doomed to continue committing a similar act again and again for the remainder of his life.

With a rather irritated expression, Rose stepped forward again and knelt before him, joining him on the ground. Gathering her dress to keep it from the dirty floor, she studied the fledgling curiously.

"You truly believe you have to stay a mindless killer forever? Fledling, you can control what you are, but it's going to take a bit of time. Your veins are still roiling with mortal life, and it drives you to kill and kill and douse that gaping hole with blood. But it will pass. Like anything, it will pass.

Most everything you claim to have lost can be recovered. Your life is not the same now as it was two weeks ago, yes, but you are still alive. You are still the same being, made of the same fiber."

She eyed his bloodied clothing, his dejected eyes and drawn face. Rose could not even remember what it had been like when she had been a newborn. So long ago it seemed.

"There's something swimming in your veins that did not exist there before, but it can be tamed and even used to your advantage. But you will need instruction, and you will need to calm down. Tell me your name."

It would pass? It didn't feel like it would. It didn't feel like ti would ever, ever go away.

"I... I'm not the same. I don't feel the same." He said with a shakey voice, though getting stronger. "I... I'm not the same, I just can't be. I would never kill anybody that's not me! Hell, I don't even like to fight unless I have to. I would never hurt a woman, but something... It loved to hear her screams... Loved to watch her struggle..."

He looked away quickly shaking slightly. He'd never hurt a woman in his life. He'd never gone further than they wanted... He'd never, ever forced himself on a woman before.

"I want to stop... I tried... And... And I'll stop for a while... But then I start wanting something... Like... Like I get hungry... But food makes me sick... I... I just want blood. I'll be okay one night... The next it will be hard... But then... Then I... I'll kill. I want to stop... I don't want that hunger anymore! I don't want blood! I can't even look at myself in a mirror anymore because I'm afraid I'll see the monster I've become."

Rose grinned--he was making this far too easy and she really couldn't resist.

"Honestly, love, if you looked into a mirror, odds are you wouldn't see anything at all."

In a fraction of a second she was back on her feet, bored with kneeling on the damp ground and more comfortable with pacing. Every noise made at the mouth of the alley echoed back to them, magnified and distorted, and it made her inexplicably edgy.

"To begin, you need to stop stopping. Blood isn't an addiction, it is a necessity. If you try to starve yourself, you will inevitably continue to lapse back into a thoughtless killing machine. What you need is to begin by putting yourself on a sort of schedule. You're young. You should feed every night at least once, but you don't have to kill your victim if you don't want to. I can't tell you what kind of vampire you are, but there are those that, for whatever reason, find it disheartening to take the lives of their prey." She made a small face as if the thought was absurd.

"I don't suppose in life you ever thought it cruel to kill an animal of a different species? Well, what's the difference? Now you are not human. Why should killing them bother you?" She waved her hand in another dismissive gesture. "You think too much, but I suppose I can forgive you. Newborns always think too much."

Mack gave a slight smile. "No... I still have a reflection. I know that much." He said as the smile faded rather quickly as she moved away. He wanted her close... Even closer than she had been.

No... No he didn't.

He looked away from her, not wanting to feel this huger rising. She was beautiful, no doubt. She was strong, he could tell, and she would be a fighter in be-

Stop it!

He growled at himself, pushing himself off of the ground, facing away from her.

"No. I'm not drinking blood. I don't want it, I won't drink it." He said stubbornly. "It's not like they deserve it. People aren't like cows. They aren't just raised for the slaughter house like that. Every person deserves to be treated with respect unless they can't give it to others."

"We're still people... Just a bit... Just a bit different." He muttered, turning to lean his head against a wall. The cool brick made him close his eyes, gave him something to focus on other than the want in his body.

"I feel sorry for you," she murmured, staring thoughtfully towards the alley mouth. "You're going to be the kind to whine about your own existence until the sun catches up to you. And when it does, what will you have accomplished? People are born to die. You were not, obviously. What's so hard to accept? Your life isn't over. You could waltz back into your old workplace, sit down in your desk, and carry on the way you were before if you truly wanted to, and no one would be the wiser. But why?"

She turned, studying him as he mourned against the wall. Poor, dejected moron. But she heard what she had been hoping to hear. Footsteps--close. The old malicious grin returned.

"Stay here."

Her outline wavered and dimmed as her limbs stretched out into the air, dissipating into a fine, low fog that drifted soundlessly towards the street. She was young, no more than twenty-one or twenty-two, but she had lived a dirty life on the streets of Demaitre. She was a swindler and criminal, just another low-life in a short skirt. Rose creeped back into proper form behind her once certain there would be no witnesses. The young woman spun around, her long hair whipping across her shoulder, her doe eyes wide in alarm. Rose struck her hard in the jaw and caught the other as she collapsed. Giggling in spite of herself, she lifted the fragile young thing in her arms and returned to her dear companion.

"You think we are still people?" She purred. "I can see the hunger in you as easily as I can feel it in myself, always waiting. You are a fool to deny yourself, and as you have no better teacher, I will not allow it. You're more a danger to everyone as a self-righteous, starving newborn, and besides, she's a lying, malicious little harlot. If you insist on justifying what you do want--don't argue with me, you know it's true--then feel no guilt in taking her life. She wouldn't think twice about taking yours."

Without another word, she dumped the unconscious girl on the vampire's lap and folded her arms across her bosom like a mother urging a child to eat something unpleasant.

"No! Don't go!" He choked out, nearly running to catch up with her. But her command held him still. She... She was coming back right? She wouldn't leave him here alone would she?

His questions were answered as she came back. And he looked up from his returned position slumped against the wall.

"Wha-? You hurt her! Why?" He asked, his jaw set angrily, his eyes fierce.

But everything melted as Rose dropped the girl in his lap. She was beautiful... Her face was more worn than another girl her age. But she was still beautiful. "What do you want me to do to her?" He murmured, brushing at her hair gently. "I'm not going to hurt her... Not like you." He brushed her face, but there was a hunger, a desire in his touch.

"I... I don't care. I don't care if she would hurt me. I'm stronger than she is if I need to be. I don't want to hurt them, I don't want to feed from them." With the woman in his arms, Mack stood slowly, his eyes on Rose.

"I'm not like you. And I won't be."

"Oh, you will be, eventually, in some way or another. So you'll let her survive tonight knowing that tomorrow she might get into her car, her veins so pumped with drugs that she can't see straight, and slaughter some kid on a bicycle? Because she's killed before, newborn, you can see it in the lines on her face and the scars on her hands. She's killed with a purpose even, intentionally murdered another human being.

So really," Rose reached out and touched the girl's hair, her eyes glinting with an anger similar to his own, "you're being quite a hypocrite. Besides, you want her. And she hates her life anyway."

She watched Mack stand, her body unconsciously tensing as if preparing to prevent him from leaving before he had even attempted to go.

"If you don't kill her, I will," she murmured, her voice suddenly softening as her fingertips traced down from the girl's hair to her bared neck. "I'd be doing her a damned favor and I, unlike you, do not pretend to think I am better than I am. I am a vampire, fledgling, and so are you, and so we will always be. And if you absolutely must be so stubborn, then I suppose you could refrain from taking her life. But you will feed again eventually, and you are hungry now, are you not?"

With only the slightest touch, Rose's nails punctured the unconscious woman's skin and formed four identical crescents over her neck. The scent of blood rose again, faint and sweet. She looked up from the girl to the fledgling, her stare intense and eager.

"Go on," she whispered gently, coaxingly. "Go on, take her."

He had already fed... He had already killed... But yet... Yet he wanted more and more... And he wanted more than blood. He wanted her body... Wanted to hear her scream and cry out.

"I.. I'm not pretending. I am better than this. I'm not a killer... I'm not a rapist or a murderer. I'm not like that." He said firmly.

He paused and snarled when Rose reached out to touch the woman. "Leave her alone. We're no one to judge others. We're not gods, we're not here to sentence and punish." He pulled her away and started walking away. He had to find where the girl came from and get her home... But... But that didn't mean she'd be safe. Not from their kind.

"I don't want her..." He said narrowing his eyes, turning his head towards her. "She is beautiful... Yes. But whore's aren't really my type... I like women with some attitude. And She'd be useless otherwise... Because I've already killed my share tonight."

The scent of blood rose in the air, and it did excite him, but not in the way she probably expected.

With a grin he set the woman down, and not that gently either.

"There's really only one thing I hunger for right now really. One thing that I actually... really want. And it just so happens... I think there's someone else much more suited to my tastes than her."

Expression after expression danced across her unnaturally vivid features. First anger at his reaction, his sheer stubbornness, confusion and frustration at his continued resistance, a momentary glint of triumph as she felt him change and slip into something more her taste, and finally a simple, dark look that narrowed her eyes and made their emerald hue deep and venomous. Rose watched the girl crash to the ground, and the scent of blood grew considerably stronger, blossoming on the breezeless air. She was tempted to take a step back as he rose, but she caught herself and held her ground, her eyes narrowing.

“Touch me without my permission and I will kill you,” she replied simply.

But in truth she did not know if she didn’t approve of his sudden change of heart. It was what she had been waiting for, after all, only not quite as she had expected it to present itself, and she was curious as to what he could do. What he would do when provoked. She smiled again, bowing her head slightly as she watched him rise to his full height, no longer trembling with fear but with something far more interesting and, she would say, suitable.

"I wonder what you want, truly," she murmured in a falsely sweet voice, taking a slow step to the side without ever turning from him. "Do you want to hurt me? Destroy me, perhaps?" She paused, her eyes lighting up and her voice changing. "Or is it something else? Tell me, stranger, because I truly want to know what it is I have sparked."

Odd enough... As she threatened him, he only smiled. Smiled as if he knew she was bluffing. As if he knew for sure that she wanted him to touch her, touch her every where he could. And he smiled that knowing smile down at her.

Yes, she was tall for a woman, but he was tall for a man as well, giving him still several inches over her.

"And why... why would you kill me when you tremble with excitement?" He asked as his face went to her cheek. "When you want me to touch you, want me to take you with a wild and uncontrolled passion. When you want a careless and reckless lover." He lowered his head to her ear as he spoke quietly, but then he licked the lobe eagerly and tugged at it with his teeth as he growled eagerly.

He could not kill her with his passions like he had that other woman... He could not force her to take him, could not hurt her if she did not want to be hurt. "I... I need you." He growled hungrily at her ear as he released it. "I want you now." And even if he did hurt her.... Didn't vampires heal easily? He'd noticed that when he'd been cut by one man who had resisted with a knife. But the time he finished feeding, he had healed.

But he did need her. He needed someone who could take his fury, someone who he could release his full strength on and not hurt or worse, kill.

"Hurt you?" He laughed slightly, his fingers trailing through her hair now. "I couldn't do that if I tried... What I want... I want a lover who can take me. A lover who is not afraid to fight me. I've killed two mortal women because they were simply so weak... I don't want that. But you... You can give me what I want."

“You’re a bold thing,” she murmured, her lashes growing heavy with the sensation of his touch, “a bold and stupid thing to be so brash.”

As annoyed by his presence as she could pretend to be, she couldn’t deny her hasty reactions to his advances. It was quite obvious that what he needed and what she had been looking for were one and the same. As unlike her as he seemed to be, she was quickly discovering that, in truth, she wanted him rather badly. And spoiled brat that she was, she had to have what she wanted—and here he was.

Still, it seemed a little unfair, and a part of her tiny conscience was whining incessantly. He didn’t know what he wanted, what he needed. He was a fledgling, running purely off of desire with no sense and no real knowledge of what would help him to survive. She was murderous, a killer by nature with little concern as to anyone else’s feelings on the subject. He was not—at least, he claimed he was not. And yet she was about ready to dismiss all of this for her own greedy pleasure?

Yes. Yes, she was.

“Go on, then,” she dared at a whisper, slowly bring her lips to the crook of his neck. So strongly of hot, living blood he tasted that her lips burned as they brushed across his skin. “Touch me. If you need me, prove it.”

"Fortune favors the bold... Does it not?" He said with a grin, pressing himself against her. He pressed her back into the brick wall, his hands gripping her hips. He kissed her hungrily, determined to take her, determined to make her want him.

His hands ran up her sides, pushing up her shirt to run his hands along her skin. Cool... Smooth. God she felt wonderful... Her body, even underneath her clothing, was soft but firm. And with her attitude, she could have him on his back, and that was was he really needed. He really needed someone to put him in his place, to show him he wasn't all powerful.

"What do you want... What can I give you?" He whispered as he began to kiss at her neck, her ear. He wanted her to want him. He needed her to want him too.

“What do I want?” She repeated, her voice rough with impending hunger. “I want to make you beg.”

She twisted suddenly, not breaking their close embrace but reversing the order of things, making him the cornered one and leaving her to press him to the wall. The motion made her heart beat faster, and she pressed her lips to his, her fingers moving hurriedly down the front of his shirt, undoing buttons stained with dead blood. His skin was still so warm, so alive…

Her fingers slipped as a wave of hungry anticipation washed over her, and so her hands moved instead to his face, pulling him near so she could kiss him harder. Oh, that he needed her this badly. It was a wonderful thought, one that made her writhe against him with desire. Her attention turned again to his shirt and she undid the remaining buttons, quickly slipping her hands across his broad chest as though the opportunity might vanish within the second.

“I want you to show me just how much you want me.” She purred against his skin as her kiss moved across his strong neck to his shoulders. “I want you to take me like no one quite has before.”

She wanted him to beg? God he would do that for her. He wouldn't be ashamed to beg her, not if she rode him like he thought she could.

He groaned as the vampiress pressed him against the wall, his turn now. As she pulled him close for a kiss, his hand slid down to her backside and squeezed hard, pushing her towards him as well. She would be able to feel the extent of his eagerness as their hips pressed together.

His head rolled back with a hungry growl as she kissed at his neck, coaxing the beast further out of him.

Her desire burned across his chest as she caressed his chest, pushing his shirt back.

"The name's Mack by the way..." He growled, grazing his fangs against her neck as his fingers curled harshly in her hair. "This way you'll know what to scream." He grinned.

"Where's your place?" He asked as he wrenched her head back and took her lips eagerly. He wasn't going to go back to his place just yet, and he didn't want to be interrupted by chance here in the alleyway.

As he gave his name--and she gave hers in return, along with a stubborn and teasing "we'll see"--she could not hide a small smile. He was fierce. There was a definite spark in him that she both recognized and treasured in others of their kind. It was the same spark that separated the survivors and those doomed to die before a century was up. Finding that in him made her ache all over with anticipation, which was the reason for what could only be described as an irritated whimper of impatience when they were forced to pause.

Of course he was right. One glance at the woman laying face-down on the ground confirmed that. Undoubtedly she would stir soon and find herself generally unharmed but displaced. She hadn't seen either of them--thanks to Mack, she would leave the night with her life after all.

"Alright," she breathed, catching her breath and clutching his hand in her own, "let's go. It's not far. Come, run with me."

Rose led him from the alleyway and into the open night, moving quickly, feeling her body respond to the wind and to the man beside her. She took care to make sure she did not run too quickly, but she moved quickly enough to test his own abilities. She wanted to see what he could do, and she wanted him to see what he was capable of as well if he already didn't know.

((Merp! You should have reminded me to post here :-P))


He ran with her, it wasn't as fast as he could run, but he just didn't feel like it. What he wanted most was just to press her against a wall here and now... Fuck her hard... Hungry...

That was what he wanted.

And his anger and frustration grew the longer they ran, the further his end goal seemed to be.

Mack stopped suddenly, refusing to go any further. "How much longer?" He demanded. "Where are we going exactly, because I don't want to have to wait much longer. And to be honest, it didn't seem like you did either, so I don't know why you're taking so long to get there. Stop toying with me." His tone was impatient, eager as if with a pent up desire. And of course that was what he had.

((Sorreh. XD))

Rose's eyes lit up with fierce surprise--and rather pleased surprise, as well--at his impatience. Her run dwindled to a quick walk and she still did not answer him until they were at the short gravel path leading up to the front of the house. She smiled crookedly at him without turning in his direction.

"Temper, temper," she crooned tauntingly. "I certainly hope you know how to use that when you're fucking me."

She never bothered locking the door. She would be able to tell if anyone had been nosing about, and she rather despised the hindrance of a lock, especially in situations such as this one. Before they were even fully in the doorway, her fingers were trailing down the front of her blouse, and she turned to face him, her eyes blazing, daring him to come and get her as she slowly backed further into the darkened house.

Mack growled angrily as he taunted her. He moved forward a step, snarling with fangs bared. But he stopped suddenly, as if waking up from a daze. His face as he looked at the woman suddenly became fearful and almost horror struck.

He took a few shaky steps back and... And he froze. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know where to run to or where to go. He wanted her... God did he want her. But something in his mind warned him... Warned him against going to her.

She moved backwards and he took a step forwards towards her, like a kid being offered candy. But he moved back again, not knowing what to do anymore.

She paused as he paused, her fingers still halfway down her blouse, suddenly caught by the tension he was exuding. Her impatience welled up almost to breaking along with her biting temper, but she quelled it and her hands dropped to her side. Yet as he backed away, she followed accordingly as if unable to let this end so suddenly.

"What's the matter?" For once her tone bore no hint of mockery. She sincerely wanted to know what was keeping him from fulfilling his--threats.

Rose moved closer still, and the closer she got to him, the slower she moved. He was rigid, confused by some inner torment, likely prone to lashing out, which in her twisted way only made him all the more appealing.

"What are you thinking?" She murmured, not touching him but drawing ever closer until they were only inches apart.

Let it end... God he wanted it to end...

She had taken a step closer. She was coming nearer to him and he... he took a few steps back.

"S-stay away... D... Don't come closer!" He said with wide, fearful eyes. But she moved closer and closer to him, and he tried to move back, but he was frozen to the spot. He couldn't move even a limb. He didn't want this... He was afraid of what she was going to do to him, more terrified than he'd ever been.

What was he thinking? He... He wasn't sure. His mind was either moving too fast for him to keep pace, or it wasn't moving at all.

"I... I don't want to be like this. I don't..."

"Be like how?" She tried to look into his eyesut he avoided her as if suddenly fearful for his life. Irritated, she stilled his face with a pale, cool hand. "What are you afraid of? Tell me."

She released him, her slender shoulders heaving gently in a silent sigh. He looked as though he might flat out run away, and it bothered her. She moved back into the room, flicking on a dim, warm light, and lowered herself onto a low couch. She gestured for him to take a seat, anywhere he pleased. She was not a patient person by nature, but even she could not refuse him some mercy when he looked so very disturbed...so alone.

"Please, stay," she murmured, watching him curiously as though he were a strange creature like nothing she had ever seen. "Don't be frightened. I shan't harm you. You fear these impulses in you that come and go so passionately, do you not? Is that what you're afraid of?"

"I don't want any of this... I don't even know why I'm here... Why I'm alive... I... I should have died. I... I didn't want to... But... She should have just left me alone! I lost everything!" He cried out in obvious distress, his heart pounding like a bird trying to escape a captor.

He was frozen in the doorway... He wanted to go in, he wanted to take her... He wanted to show her what he was... wanted to hear her scream for him.

No! He had to get away from here! He had to run, she'd... She'd only drag him deeper into a world he didn't belong in. He didn't belong in this world! He didn't it wasn't his. These hungers, these desires weren't his.

"No... No I don't want them, don't want any of it!" He wanted to run... He wanted to get as far away from her and his desires for her as it was possible. Afraid? Yeah, he was fucking terrified... But of what? He... he didn't know what he was really afraid of. He didn't know what.

Himself? Her...? He... He couldn't tell.

Her eyes narrowed suddenly as her annoyance returned to its fullest. She rose to her feet and within a fraction of an instant was at the door, closing it, standing between him and the way out. It didn't matter that he was young, afraid. It didn't matter if he was angry enough to lash out. He couldn't hurt her if he tried. He was here, now, and he was hers.

"If you didn't want any of it, then you wouldn't be here now," she replied through clenched teeth, moving towards him again. "Why are you whining? What have you lost but your tendency to die from any little thing? Now you are stronger, better. And I'll prove it to you."

Rose reached out to touch his stomach, her fingertips tracing up to his chest as she pushed him back, away from the door, farther into the room. She pressed her lips to the hollow between his neck and his shoulder, teasing him with the sharp edges of her fangs without breaking the skin. She escorted him to the wall, pressing herself to him even when they could move no farther. She sought his hands with her own, and when she found them she brought them to her waist and held them there.

"Touch me," she commanded him, her eyes intent on his. "There is nowhere to run to. There's nothing to hide from. Face me."

It was all he could do to keep from panicking as he got between her and the door. "No! Let... Let me go! D-Don't keep me here!" He stammered, backing away from her. But he shivered as she touched him. And... And He gasped as she scraped her fangs over his skin.

It was that that pushed him over the edge.

As he found his back against a wall he grasped her hips and pulled her closer, kissing her hungrily. "Why would I want to run?" He growled softly as he ran his hands up her side. "Why would I want to run when I can just have you here hm?"

His hands moved to her chest and down her blouse, popping the buttons off as he tore the garment from her.

Once it as off he turned quickly, pressing her against the wall and bending his head to bite hard at her chest, leaving little red marks wherever his lips went, trailing around her breasts, along her shoulders.

He was so bipolar--but she liked it. She liked it so long as he stayed this way long enough to keep his promises and prove that he wasn't all talk.

She moaned softly as she quickly found herself the one against the wall, her bosom and shoulders covered with angry, red kisses. Her fingers raked like claws over his hard shoulders and through his hair, urging him to continue, keeping him near. She found the edges of his shirt and coaxed it off hurriedly, touching him everywhere she could and marveling at the hard press of his body.

Her nails returned to his chest, raking shallow, long wounds across his otherwise flawless skin. The scent of blood--his blood--blossomed carefully with many tiny beads of red swelling up along the jagged cuts. She brought her lips to them as best she could, practically purring against him with fierce hunger and tracing the raw wounds with her tongue.

Every touch... Every caress, bite, scratch and lick drove him into further madness. With a snarl he turned her around, throwing her to the ground and straddling her. His body pressing against hers and the eager kisses never stopped. Not until he was looking down at her panting, an eager and hungry shimmer in his eyes.

Without much grace and patience he tugged her pants off and then his. but instead of straddling her again he growled and turned her over on her her stomach and told her to get on her hands and knees.

And while he waited for her to do as he said, his clawed fingers scraped along her back in a bloody caress, leaving lines along her flesh.

"On your hands and knees... Now." He growled in her ear as he hunched over her.

She stared back at him, a similar look glinting in her own eyes. Rose did what she was told, rising to her hands and knees, her back arched to the long wounds he tore into her skin, but only just long enough to turn and plant her palms against his shoulders, easily forcing him back onto the ground so that she was, again, on top and dominant. She smiled, but there was no mirth in the grin, only a wild, bestial hunger that had nothing to do with anything but sheer lust.

"I don't think so," she growled and brought her face very close to his, her voice rough and her breathing uneven and ragged. "No..."

She planted her nails over his heart and slowly trailed down past his navel to his hips where at last the wound let up and instead she touched with her fingertips. For a moment she paused, one hand still pressing his shoulder to the ground, the other poised just beneath his navel, and at last her fingers continued down to touch him and to better know his want of her body.

As she flipped him over he snarled angrily. And snapped at her throat, leaving two long lines along her skin from his fangs.

He hissed and growled though as her fingers trailed down his body. And then... It turned to a softer groan as she caressed his already eager body.

"Don't fucking tease me..." He growled as if breathless. Now she was down there and playing... God he ached to have her lips close around him, to take him in and bring him to that peak, drive him even more wild...

"Don't tease me woman..." He said in the same manner.

She either needed to get on or something. She couldn't just play around... Teasing him. The pain of his flesh was nothing compared to pain of his desire. He'd wanted her hard and fierce... To take her as hard as he possibly could... But she'd resisted... Hadn't she wanted to get right to the point like e had?

"But it's so easy to do," she grinned, brushing the wounds on her throat with her fingertips and then tracing his lips with the blood.

She bent to kiss him once, spreading her legs over him, and at last lowered herself onto him, tossing her head back and parting her lips as he filled her completely. As she began to ride him, she bent her lips to his ear as her fingers twined about his throat and her nails left a myriad of bleeding, red crescents across his skin.

"Now fuck me," she hissed. "Make me bleed and scream. Tear me apart."

"Don't.... Do it..." Mack growled warningly.

She wanted to be torn apart? Teasing him was a good way to get that done. But not in the way she probably wanted.

Mack arched his back slightly and groaned eagerly as she slid over him, as her body final wrapped around his. His hands gripped at her hips moving her harder over him. "Not yet..." His voice was a soft growl, wanton and hungry for her.

"Harder woman..." He groaned. "Ride me harder." He demanded as he pulled her into a hungry kiss. He wanted more from her because... Because she was holding back. "Harder..." He growled against her lips. "Or else..."

She did as he asked, perhaps more for her own gratification than for his--at any rate, they both got what they wanted. She pressed harder into the kiss, harder until she could taste his blood against her lips and until her nails, dug into his shoulders, had broken the skin. Her makeshift claws trailed down either side of his chest, leaving thin, red scores.

Rose broke the violent kiss, succumbing to a hungry moan, and her attention turned instead to the hollow of his throat. It was here she hesitated for the slightest instant before her fangs broke the skin, burying deep with all the greedy gluttony in her veins--here, where she could taste him at his deepest, feel his life pulsing and beating beneath her lips.

She snarled against him, hissing with pleasure as her hips crushed against his and she wreaked her beloved havoc on him, her green eyes more akin to those of a notorious predator than those of any reasonable creature.