3 comments/ 18692 views/ 3 favorites James & Rachel Ch. 1 By: Animosity When they first met it was all in fun and neither one of them thought things would turn out like they did. Rachel is all brujah and has been for many years. She is beautiful, but has an air of arrogance about her. On the outside she pretends to be tough and let nothing bother her. Not many know that on the inside she is a woman full of both feelings and tears. Sparring helps get her adrenaline going and the sight and smell of blood always excites her. She's very good with a gun and hardly ever misses her mark. She hates the upper class who she call the suits. They dress well and are nothing but business. She wants a mate that can handle her and her moods. She fights every day with her inner self, weather to embrace this dark life fully or end her constant suffering. And then she met James. Now James is much more arrogant than this woman. He walks, talks and breathes power. The smirk he wears upon his face says it all. His head is always held up high and he reeks of confidence. No one dares to say no to him or try to make him step down from the pedestal he seems to be perched upon. Those who have tried are either nonexistent or are suffering the rest of their lives for what they have done. Women flock to him but he is never serious about them. He believes they were put upon this earth for his entertainment. Once he is through with them they are cast aside as if they are day old trash. He needs a woman who is also strong, not afraid to stand up to him but knows when to back down and give him his space. And then he met Rachel. She ran into him by accident. It was a full force blow to her body. She stumbled backwards and ended up flat on her leather clad ass. The man seemed unaffected. He began to chuckle as he reached out a hand to help her up. The woman growled and swiped at his hand with her sharp nails which in turn made the James draw his hand back quickly. But not before a small cut appeared on the palm of James hand. Her nostrils flared at the aroma of his blood. The cut was too small for her to see, but the smell was strong enough to assault her senses. As she stood up she started to brush the dirt from the sidewalk off her pants. The man was angrily glaring at her and once she was on her feet he started blurting out every obscenity he could think of. Of course Rachel wasn't going to stand for his vulgar words or attitude. So she yelled back at him. Both of them blamed each other for what happened. Rachel was only half listening because the other half of her mind was wondering how soon she should take this man down. His blood being an overly sweet temptation. When she stood up tall and proud in front of him she slipped her hands into her jacket pockets and the fingers of one hand curled around the knife she had hidden inside. James didn't bother healing his small wound she gave him. He sensed what she was and wanted her to attack. But all she did was threaten him with words and now she stood before him as angry as ever but with a smirk upon her lips. Rachel had a feeling he was waiting for her to make the first move. He seemed just too damn cocky. Quickly she withdrew the pocket knife from her jacket and proceeded to attack him. But some how he managed to stop her from striking him even though she moved just as quick as a blink of an eye. She couldn't believe he moved that fast and had side stepped out of her way. She stopped herself from stumbling into the wall behind him and quickly turned to face him to receive a blow to her jaw. This time she did hit the wall with her back. She was shocked as well as angry. Which only made her lash out at him swinging carelessly over and over again missing her target. His laughter at her attempts made her feel like a young childe again. Soon her anger turned to rage and she growled in his face. She didn't care if he saw her fangs. She truly believed this would be the end of this man. In the back of her mind she could picture him down on his knees begging for mercy. This was not the case. Some how she ended up with her back against his chest and his arms hugging her body preventing her from moving to much and striking out at him again. She fought like a caged animal, kicking and hissing. His strength lingered on until finally she quit moving and demanded to know what he wanted. Why didn't he just kill her and get it over with? She warned him that if he let her go that she would only keep attacking him until he was dead. A shiver ran up the back of her spine as James licked the back of her ear and whispered that he wished she would take him up on his offer for a night of lustful fulfillment rather then fighting. He caught her off guard making her quiet down to think. Amazing though, that shiver was not of cold and disgust. She had a feeling this man would prove to be a wild bed partner. He noticed her body's reaction to his gentle suckling of her ear and he in turn started to relax his hold. He wanted to turn her around and see if her kisses were as fiery as her spirit. A low soft growl escaped her lips just as his hands turned her body about to face him. She raised her hand and proceeded to stab him in the chest. He clutched the wound just as she stepped back withdrawing her blade. A look of surprise came across his face as his blood poured upon the cement. Then off she ran into the darkness leaving the stranger alone to face his death or so she thought. Already there were sirens in the back ground that seemed to be growing louder, and she didn't want to meet up with any authorities. Once she got far enough at least far enough where she felt safe, she stopped and slid to the ground. Her eyes wide and various emotions running wild within her human form. She leaned her head back against the wall and pulled up her knees against her chest. She proceeded to wrap her arms about her legs and listen to the darkness. It was so late at night that no one dared venture out to this part of town except for the occasional stray cat or dog and the crickets singing their nightly song in the back ground. Her eyes close and her voice softly whispers "damn..damn..what is wrong with me tonight?" In her mind she goes over the fight she had with the stranger. She knew he would not be easy to defeat but she saw herself as the winner and yet she wasn't pleased with the outcome. Her eyes fly open as a cat bounds down the alley past her still form. Her hands rub her arms as she takes unneeded deep breaths trying to calm her nerves. Why does she feel this way? How could she let a stranger get to her like this? After all he was just a mere mortal or was he. Just then a thought enters her mind and a hand strays to her jacket pocket. She rises from the ground as her empty hand is withdrawn from the pocket. She curses loudly and stomps her foot before she sends her fist flying into the brick wall in front of her. She can't believe she left her weapon behind. It's not that she's afraid of being caught. She is so angry because the knife was a gift from her dead sire. It was one of the few personal keepsakes she had from him. It had a beautiful black and white marble handle with her initial dripped in red upon it. She winces when her hand makes contact with the wall. As if by instinct she flicks out her tongue to lap up the bloody wound upon her knuckles, which makes her think of James blood earlier and how tempting the smell was. Again her eyes close and she imagines its his red life she is tasting. A soft moan escapes her lips while she becomes lost in cleaning her hand. Even after her wound closes she is still thinking about what his blood would taste like and the victory she always felt in feeding. She wonders if he truly lives from the stabbing she gave him and a little part of her mind seems to repeat over and over again to take precautions, but she pushes the thought aside. She wants to feel his arms about her again. He actually challenged her body and mind unlike others that she tangled with. As James leans against the wall he thinks "What the hell is her angle? This woman suddenly went from being a calm reasonable well behaved blood sucker to a complete psychopath." He tilted his head watching her as she produced a tiny knife and lashed out at him. His control over liquid allowed him to sense her blood enter her muscles for the attack. Becoming liquid as quick as a thought he managed to move himself just outside of her reach making her stumble towards the wall of the building which he walked next to. Annoyed with her actions but not angry he decided to spare her miserable day hiding life and not destroy her where she stood. Thrusting out to back hand her jaw he sent her reeling into the wall always the equal opportunity ass kicker. He has never had a problem putting the boots to a woman that truly deserved it. He tilted his head again and laughed as Rachel started to lash out at him. Becoming feral she was truly one of those idiotic clan suckers that would get all worked up if the crease in their slacks wasn't in perfect line. Standing there for a moment watching her claws flow through the air as a sharks dorsal flows over the top of the ocean. He decided that enough was enough and rammed her back into the wall and proceeded to embrace her in a bear hug. A generic wrestling hold but effective nonetheless. As he stared down at her a thought came to his mind "Damn she could be a lot of fun with that kind of energy and feisty attitude." He decided to take a chance leaning in and licking at the back of her ear telling her things that would make even the most raunchy person wince in absolute disgust. As he turned her about she raised her arm up with the little knife and plunged the blade deep into his chest causing a wound that would kill any normal man. Releasing her he stared down at his chest in shock. Not so much because there was a knife protruding from him but because this bitch just ruined a very expensive shirt. He let her pull the blade from his chest and then watched her run off like a thief in the night. Speaking to himself to hold back his anger. "Keep running where you want and when your ass least expects it..." Leaving it at that he disappeared in a bright flash of blue reappearing on the roof tops in San Diego just watching and waiting now making the hunter the hunted. She looked so damn helpless in his eyes as he watched her from the top of a building across the street. He tilted his head as he pondered how a bloodsucker could be so damned emotional. "What a stupid ass," he said as he watched her all hunkered up and starring off. He then smiled as she slammed her fist into the wall. "Way to go you dumb bitch" he softly whispers as he spies her reeling back in pain and start to lick at her wound. He let out a sigh while he watched her lap at her own blood before bursting into thousands of droplets of water and reappearing down the alley from her. He tossed her knife back at her burying it to the handle in the brick wall less than an inch from her head. "I think you forgot this." Without another word he walked up to her and lifted her off the ground by her jacket and slammed her back against the wall. Getting his nose about an inch from hers he stared deep into her sky blue eyes as his own started to glow brightly. Being the Avatar of water his moods changed like the tides of the ocean. He can be calm and somber than out of no where strike with the force of a tsunami or tidal wave as men call them. To stare into her eyes will melt his heart at a later date, but this time he only wanted to see the pain in them as the brick of the wall began to buckle from his strength as he pushed her further into it. "You ever fucking try something like that again you little blood sucking whore and i swear to you on the soul of all the men , women , and children whos lives you destroyed that i will cause you pain a million times more than you could ever dream of putting them through." He pulled her body away from the wall only to then slam her into the brick much harder this time. Seeing this woman in pain brought him great excitement. He found himself becoming sexually aroused. Just then a few tears of pain slid down her cheeks. "Damn," he shouted as he dropped her and walked away. The tears of a woman have always had an effect on him no matter how much of a piece of trash one was. He just shook his head as he walked away from her. For some reason he turned back to look at her slumped body laying on the ground a part of him wanted to go back and kill her where she sat. While another part wanted to run and take her into his arms to hold her and tell her everything would be alright. As he walked away again the sounds of his eternal lover, the ocean, sang a sad song as the wild waves slapped the shore. The look upon her face goes from pleasure to anger as she hears the blade wiz by her. The knife becomes embedded into the wall. She turns to draw it out, but before she gets a chance to she is slammed against the wall by James. The mad man who angered her earlier. She cant believe he is alive. No wounds and such strength he possessed. A grunt escapes her lips as she scowls at him. Her brows knitted together. Now she is going to show him how angry she is and how tough she can be. Of course, she wants him to believe she doesn't have any weaknesses. She swallows roughly as they stare at each other. They are sizing each other up. Strengths and weaknesses will now be out in the open for each to take advantage of and use to the best of his or her ability. She trys to push him away from her but he's much more stronger then she anticipated. A whine escapes her lips as she gives in when he sinks her back into the wall. Her bones can be heard cracking. But she knows in good time the wounds will heal. That is if he didn't seek her death first. After all she did try to kill him earlier. That wasn't her fault. She believes he was the one who bumped into her for no reason. No reason whatsoever, and then laughed in her face. She can feel the venum rise up in her as his words of anger are tossed out at her. She bites her bottom lip to stifle her whines. He really was hurting her and now she was suffering. Didn't he see it, realize it? He was acting like a mortal savior and yet he enjoyed seeing her suffer. What kind of man was he? One not to be trifled with. At least not for now. When she learned enough of him then he would meet his maker in a long awaited sleep she wanted to provide. She couldn't hide the pain very well from him even though she didn't whine any more each time he slammed her back into the wall. It could be clearly seen in her eyes and the way her teeth bit into her bottom lip. A trickle of red blood cascades down the front of her chin. Now she felt the hot tears start to fall and she closed her eyes. How could he make her cry? After all brujahs didn't cry, did they? They weren't supposed to. She could pray to god for help. If only she believed in him. She lost faith many years ago. Now she prays to her dead sire for help. She had to escape some how. Get away from this man who assaulted her senses with his sweet blood and yet wanted her dead just as much as she wanted him dead. The last word screamed into her face makes her flinch. She feels his hands leave her body and her eyes flicker open as she sinks to the ground. She is hurting to bad to move just yet. My god is he going to let her live? Perhaps praying was the right thing to do. Her eyes pleading and yet thanking him for sparing her life. She was the prey this time and escaped the trap. But next time she will prepare for him. Once he is gone from view she lets out a painful howl and hears a few wolves in the distance answer her. As her whimpers quiet down she regains some strength, but its not enough. She still feels the pain and wipes the blood from her chin with the back of one hand. Limping off into the dark shadows to her safe heaven which she called home before daylight touched the city. He heard the howl of the wolves off in the distance and cracked his neck as the anger welled up inside of him. How could he let her see him sweat? How could he let her go? Why is he walking away? He badly wanted to go back to where she was. He believes he should have slammed her against the wall over and over again until her skull cracked. A low growl rumbled from his throat as he turned sharply and his long hair whipped about his shoulders before it settled down against his back. His eyes flashed that very bright blue as he moved out towards the ocean. The vampire was close to his love, the ocean. Bursting into thousands of droplets of water he became a part of the sea and watched her as she walked along the sand near his true home. There was something about her that intrigued him. She was unlike the others, much stronger, more graceful and under it all there was a heart that still beat in her dead chest. But there was still something left unfinished. He wanted her to see this. "Vampires are knows for their ability to take anything in stride , but you've never seen anyone like me before bitch" he whispered to himself as he moved through the water with ease as if it parted just for him in the pitch blackness. All anyone would of seen was the flash then his bright blue eyes as he stalked towards his prey. One way or another this woman hunter was about to become the prey once again. As she approaches the beach she knew it was going to be one hell of a long walk to her house which seemed too far away this night. She stumbled a few times but always managed to not fall. Her boots not quite the best thing to wear as she trudged across the sand. She plops down and begins to take off her boots. A cold rush seems to wash over her, but it's not the breeze from the deep blue sea. It's something else. A prickle on the back of her neck can be felt. Why did he have to come back and injure her so? Was he planning on hunting her down again to finish the job? She had to get home fast. She stands after she yanks off the heavy boots. Her eyes widen to see the flash before her as the man with the bright eyes moves swiftly in her direction. It couldn't be. But she knew it was him. He had come to see her again. This time maybe to finish her off. No she wouldn't let him. She was too tired to fight. Too sore to move and yet she knew she had to run. At least try and get away or she would be dead. So for now she would play the scared coward and get away from this man as quick as possible. Would her tired legs carry her all the way to her house where she knew safety waited? She tried, really she did but the pain in her bones was still not healed completely. She needed some blood. She had not had time to stop earlier. Rachel thought once he was gone it was better for her to go home then to look for dinner. A ghoul at her place would suffice for tonight. Damn why was he so bent on coming after her? Her hair kept flying in her face as she ran. Even though she was hurt she was still faster than any mortal. But the man kept coming. She could feel his eyes piercing into her flesh. If only she was safe and secure in her home already. With each step she took it seemed as if he were taking two or three. Was there an escape for her tonight or was she going to drown in the clutches of the man with the mystifying blue eyes? He continued to stalk her. He knew she was like a wounded animal who was hardly able to move. However, a wounded animal is the most dangerous. But James knew she couldn't do anything to harm him. " It takes one like me to kill me" he thinks to himself as he seemed to float through the water then up onto the beach. Tilting his head he stared at her in nothing but his slacks which were completely dry along with the rest of him. Save for his head there was no hair visible on his perfect body. At 5' 11" and a very solid 235 pounds he was a rather imposing figure. Moving closer he could smell her blood. He new she was weak, afraid, and that she'd never seen anything like him before. The wind continued to whip his long mane about his body as he reached her. His hand extending forward to stop her and draw the front of her body against his as she tried to get away. As he stared into her eyes he was determined now, no pain , no cries, nothing she did was going to stop him from ridding the world of one more of these vile creatures. His eyes began to glow increasing intensity with each passing second. James & Rachel Ch. 1 He wanted her to know that she was fucked, that she had no more than five minutes left on this earth before she joined her kindred in oblivion. Taking a deep breath he released it slowly. He watched as she trickled a little blood down her chin. He knew what she needed. James stared at her long blonde hair for a few brief moments. A full mane of beautiful golden locks that normally cascaded down her back flowed in the wind slightly wetted with her own blood and tears. Picking her up off the ground by her ever present leather jacket with one arm he held her high above him as he extended his arm upward to hold her in a firm grip. He pulled back and opened his palm of his other hand. A soft blue glow begins to emerge from his hand as he prepared to shove her nose through her brain stunning her long enough for him to finish this bitch off. As he stared up at her he could tell that she was afraid or at least she was playing it well. She let out a fearless growl when he picked her up. Sure she was scared to death but maybe if she proved she could hold her own ground he would think twice about messing with her again. After all she wasn't some simple mortal to be triffled with. She was part of the walking dead that was feared and thought of to be nothing more then a myth or part of a nightmare. Fighting him was useless. He didn't even flinch. It was like he was some god and knew he could get away with anything. Perhaps make her his slave. If she was lucky maybe he would kill her. There was no way she would bow down to him. No way in hell! She shivers as the wind picks up her hair whipping it about her shoulders and face. She must look like hell with the dried bloody tears along her cheeks. Her body trembled not only in fear but also from the way his icy stare seemed to penetrate her mind. She swallowed down a rising lump in her throat. The stubborn look remained upon her face but it never seemed to reach her eyes. Maybe, just maybe if she changed tactics and showed that she was frightened he would change his mind and release his grip upon her. Something had to work and time was wasting. The sun would be up soon and she would need to hide and rest. She licked her dry lips trying to look pitiful. Maybe there was a chance he would think her dying and let her body fall back down to the wet sand. That's the best she could hope for right now. She was feeling to weak to fight and her anger only seemed to fuel his attack upon her. The glow that appeared from the palm of his hand made her feel like a dear staring deeply into the head lights of a car. The animal knowing it was going to die if it didn't move but to stunned to realize that running off into the darkness would preserve its life unto the next danger appeared. She opened her mouth but all that came through was a whispered "please" that sounded hoarse. Please what though? Please stop or please hurry and make her death quick. Either way it would seem as if she was begging him. Which she knew in the back of her mind would make him happy. Only because she loved hearing her victums crying for mercy before she killed them. How could this man not enjoy the feeling as well? He reared his hand back to end her life in one swift strike to her face. The glow on his palm was for effect mainly. He was going to use his strength of the sea to shatter every bone in her head with one swat of his hand. He stared at her looking down at him. He could tell that her face held the look of absolute weakness and her fear could be smelt from afar. He was always taught to never leave a wounded animal alive. So why did he hesitate? "I've killed for the sheer pleasure of it" he thought as he looked away from her, "Why is this any different?" "Fuck it!" he shouts as he drops her and begins to walk away as the first rays of the sun started to peak up on the horizon illuminating the pacific. "Time to see if this works." He laughed to himself as he turned to watch her reaction. He smirked at what he saw at first. As she was dropped down to the sand upon her knees and the palms of her hands a smile formed upon her face. Thank god he let her go. Ironic isn't it that she thanks the god that she curses daily for the creature she has become. She looks back over her shoulder through narrowed eyes as she peaks through her hair that has fallen across the front of her face to see his smirk. She doesn't like the feeling she is receiving. It's as if he is up to something. Is he waiting for her to run so he can give chase or is he hoping she will turn and attack him so he can have an even better reason to kill her? As she stands up its slow and deliberate and her eyes never leave his face. Why does it seem like he is getting ready to laugh at her? She decides she's not even going to take a moment to brush off the sticky sand from her body. The faster and further she gets away from him the better she believes she will feel. A growl escapes her parched lips as her skin starts to feel as if it is burning. Then her eyes widen as she looks up to the sky and notices the sun has started to rise and greet the world with a new day. She hisses out at James "you bastard!" Now she knew why he released her. He was so much more evil than she had anticipated. What kind of creature was he though, so strong, so handsome and yet her enemy. With a shake of her head she curses again. What was she doing standing here drooling over a man or whatever he was when the sun was threatening her life? As her legs begin to move she cries out. Again the pain from the sun and her wounds are too much for her to handle. She manages to stumble forward a few steps before her exhausted bruised and now burning body falls down upon the sand. She moans as she tries to claw her way across the sand upon her belly. But the pain stops her and her head falls down onto the wet sand welcoming its coolness. Her eyes blink a few times as her head turns. One cheek digging into the sand as she lets out a sight and her pupils come to rest upon James face who seems kind of hazy to her. A few bloody tears drip down from her cheeks and are instantly soaked into the sand below her. A quiet whisper can be heard drifting up towards James "help me." Now she was begging . No matter how tough she thought she was she feared dying this way. Hell, she just plain feared dying. He look over at her. My god she's pathetic he thought to himself. Walking over to her he kneeled down next to her and set his palm on her cheek brushing away some of her tears. He noticed that she was half dead already and about to be barbied by the sun. Running his hand across her face he suddenly balled it into a fist and struck the side of her head knocking her out cold. "To quote a friend. Its not your time..yet" One of his homes, a large penthouse that overlooked the city of San Diego is where he brought her to keep her away from the sun. He put her in his own bed and covered her with the black silk sheets that he used when he actually slept. Putting his wrist over her unconscience face he propped her mouth open slightly and dripped his own divine blood into her mouth allowing her to, if only for a short time, gain strength that not even the first of her wretched kind possessed. As he laid next to her he couldn't help but pet and stroke he hair. How beautiful she is he thought ot himself. All his life he hated these creatures. They leeched on humanity and now he stared down at one with adoration that he never thought possible. How could she be so god damn beautiful? How could she be stealing his heart? I dont even know her yet im drawn to her he thought to himself as he watched her in her slumber. As the sun started to go down to bring new life to the night he leaned his head towards her naked sleeping form and pressed his lips gently against her forehead. Rachel let out a soft moan as she reached out her arms and streatched upon the silk sheets. The approaching night seemed to be calling out to her. Her fangs begin to grow as she picks up the warm scent of blood and the sound of a beating heart. Her body felt as if it was starving. In one quick motion she grabs a hold of James arm and sinks her sharp teeth into his flesh. Her lips part to take in his sweet warm blood as her eyes open half way in a dream like state. Hunger clearly written across her face. At first she doesn't recognize the face or the fact that she is feasting upon the man that she fought with the night before. In a few minutes her mind begins to clear and she realizes that James is not one of her ghouls. She pushes his arm away from her with no care that she has not closed the wound she caused and his blood now spills upon the bed. She quickly scrambles away from him towards the edge of the bed on her hands and knees facing him like a wild animal that has been trapped. The blood she had been drinking now drips down her chin and slides upon her bared breasts. She growls loudly to make her point known that she is angry and not pleased about being caught naked in his bed. Especially when this was the same man she thought wanted her dead. Her eyes are full of hatred but her voice sounds confused as she snarls and points a shaky finger in his direction. "You..you..what the fuck do you think you are doing?!?" He looked over at her for a second then to his arm as it healed. The spilled blood flowing back into his body. "What am i doing?" he asked. "I just saved you from a rather fiery death." He moved closer to her rather slowly. Then out of nowhere he reached out with lightening speed taking hold of her arms. He stared at her a moment and tilted his head to the side before he leaned over and licked his own blood off her lips and chin. "I take it you really like what i had" he whispers to her. As he licked her again he brought up a hand and gently began to touch her breasts to see what her reaction would be. This would definately turn out to be a disaster or a very interesting night. She gasped when he kissed her. She should have slapped him or pushed him away. Instead her body began to tremble when he raised his hand to run it slowly across her pale smooth breasts. She swallowed unable to trust her voice at first when he whispered against her lips. Her mind running wild. "Is he crazy?" "His blood was delicious!" It tasted of the sweetest honey as it reeled her in for more. She nodded and parted her full red lips as her body leaned more against his muscular form. Oh how she wanted more. Was this some sort of trick? Is he going to take her and then laugh in her face as he kills her slowly? He was every inch a desireable man. Her eyes took note of this as she scanned over his form before her baby blues came to rest upon his face once again. How she wished she was feasting upon his tempting soul. Her head tilted a bit to the side as a look of confusion came across her fair features and she whispered "what are you?" Her voice sounding so childlike and innocent as if this was an every day normal question. She reached up one hand to rest upon one of his that covered her milky breast and against she spoke to him. "Wont you tell me?" " I know you possess more then a mere mortal soul." She had to know, had to find the answer. Would this man be her enemy or ally? Should she fight against him or fall into him with the rising animal lust that seemed to be assulting everyone of her senses at this moment. He could tell she was excited in one way or another. So he took a chance leaning in even further to kiss her softly before deepening it. Soon his kisses became full of true passion sending a wave through her like the waves that hit the shore line on a stormy night. He continues to keep his lips and tongue locked with hers as his hand down her naked stomach and allowed it to come to rest between her legs. He could feel her wetness as he began to rub her clit teasingly. Her wet pussy sent him into such an erotic excitement that he began to kiss her more powerfully. Now allowing her to taste him fully and to feel his rising passion. Taking another chance he used his free hand to maneuver over one of hers to the top of his pants so she could feel how hard he was and exactly how much he desired her this night. He purposely ignored her questions. It was none of her business anyway. He was above her. He was a god. She should answer to him. Tonight she would. He would only partically fill her hunger for now and leave a wanting desire behind inside her like he did to so many other women. Making them scream with each organism before he deserts them. He grins thinking while his tongue viciously makes its way through her mouth "maybe as she begs to be fucked i'll kill her slowly so i can hear her cry out for mercy." Rachel's hand squeezes his cock through his pants. Her mind now reeling with pleasure. So what if her question goes unanswered. She believes she will figure him out or get it out of James as she takes advantage of him. Even if it takes all night, she knew he couldn't be just a plain mortal. So therefore, she had to find out where his powers lay so that she may prevail. Oh yes, this game was becoming more intriguing. Slowly she kneels down before him. Her hand never leaving the front of his pants. As she unzips them she can feel his body shudder knowing that he is dying for her to set him free. Once his zipper is open her fingers begin to slide off his pants over his tanned hips and muscular legs. Her eyes widen in surprise as she draws out his massive organ. Her tongue slides forth from her red blood stained lips to touch the tip of him. But just as she gets her first real taste of his soft flesh she feels his hands grab both sides of her head and slide into her blond locks pulling her quickly towards him so that her mouth engulfs his entire shaft. A low gruntal moan escapes his lips while his hips push forward roughly. Rachel is surprised by his actions but doesn't falter. She welcomes his cock into her wet mouth. Her tongue sliding about as if it trained to give a man pleasure. She was usually the aggressor. Not very many men ever took the upper hand with her. So just to be a little ornery she roughly grabs his tight ass with her fingers so that her nails slide into his tender flesh and hold him in place against her face. Two could play this way and if this is what he wants she will give him his dose as well. She grins thinking this as her mouth makes love to his cock. James growls when he feels the stinging cuts across his ass from her sharp talons. This bitch is going to have to be taught a lesson who is in charge. One hand wraps her hair around his hand so tightly that she can barely move her head back and forth along his shaft. His lower body thrusts back and forth against her face. "Bitch!" he manages to grow out softly. She smiles as his dick keeps banging against the back of her throat. Yes, she was a bitch. If only he knew how much of one she could be. With a blink of an eye he hauls her up roughly off her knees so that his lips connect with hers in a wild hungry kiss. Both of their tongues probing and exploring each others mouths again. One of her hands still tightly clenches his bottom as her other one massages his cock so that the head of it tickles the outside of her lower lips. She's throbbing with anticipation of how he will slam himself deep within her wet womb. But he suprises her by backhanding her across the face "get down on all fours like the animal you are!" his voice shouts. Instead of her crying or becoming scared she growls and lifts up her face so her eyes are staring deadly into his dark baby blues. "Go fuck yourself!" Is her answer before she spits in his face and then angrily leaps from his bed of silk sheets. James roars with anger. Oh never has a woman not done what she is told. He quickly steps out of his pants. Before she can even get her hand on the brass door knob to make her escape he grabs one of her arms which sends them both tumbling to the floor. Her forehead slams onto the cold smooth marble floor which breaks open a small wound above her left eyebrow. And her chest feels as if a ton of bricks has smashed upon it. James laughs as an evil snear forms upon his face. He places one hand on her lower back the other reaching out to grap her blond hair so her head is pulled back. Her eyes are half closed as she whispers "go to hell." Dark blood trickles down from her brow to puddle upon his shiny white floor. His hair falls foreward upon her shoulders as he leans close enough so his lips touch her ear to purr "we are already there." His comment only makes him laugh harder as he feels her body tremble beneath his. James fingers find their way down to her dampness that is spread under him. An uncontrolable moan escapes Rachel's mouth as the air heavily fills with the scent of blood and the moisture of her heated juices. "Thats it baby" he whispers as he begins to nibble upon her shoulder. With the guidance of his hand she raises up her hips so now her body rests in the position he tried to demand of her just moments ago. Her bottom pushes against his fingers that dive into her until his fist is able to fit snuggly within the depths of her womanhood comfortably. His tongue slides slowly down the middle of her back to her ass. Once his lips have reached her bottom he bites one of her ass cheeks which only excites the kindred woman. Rachel claws at the floor trying to stop herself from sliding away from him as his fist pumps within. Just as she was coming close to giving into the rush of a climax his hand pulls free of her cunt. She whimpers like a puppy who has lost its mother and pushes her backend against him. James smacks her ass and slowly makes each hit become harder until her flesh is warm and tinted pink with his hand prints. Her crys become louder as her hips contiue to rock against him. "Now beg me" his voice trys to gently coax her. The woman snarls as he lets go of her hair and her head turns to the side so she can see him behind her out of the corner of her eye. "Fuck me... do it now!" Now this sounded more like a demand, but hell it pleased James so much that he doesn't waste time sliding his throbing organ within her pink folds. Instantly she moves back against him as she feels the tip of his shaft against her trembling flesh so she can engulf him fully within seconds. A gruntal cry of pleasure releases itself from James mouth as his cock is sucked deep within the dark depths of Rachel's moist mound. His hands hold tightly onto her slim waist as he pounds himself against her so hard that as their bodies slap together it echos within the room. Both of them forgetting that they tried to kill each other the night before. The only thing upon their minds now is the release of their lust. Rachel lifts her head so her face is tilted up towards the ceiling. Her eyes are tightly closed as blood sweat drips down from her brow and a wolfish howl escapes from her lips just as her body trembles and releases her juices. She tightens around James cock holding him as if he were buried in her fist. Her climax lubricating his shaft so he fits snuggly but not painfully inside her. All James needed was her release to send his mind whirling in escasty as his seed spills forth to fill the wild woman that gave into him this evening. He catches his breath a couple of minutes later as his shaft slides freely from her swollen lips that held him firmly just moments ago. With his ass now sititng upon the cold welcoming floor he leans back to rest upon the palms of his hands. His eyes dance with power and a grin of satisfaction appears upon his face. Rachel slides to the floor letting her belly hit the surface gently. It seems as if she is panting a bit even though it has been many years since she has needed to breath in order to live. James begins to laugh "Well it seems as if i tamed you blood sucker. It was worth fucking you before i kill you. I havent had such a good piece of..." James & Rachel Ch. 1 His words are cut off as Rachel rises from the floor to strike at the unsuspecting man. One of her hands balls into a fist to connect with his jaw. The punch was so hard that his head snaps back and his body slides out from under his hands which in turn make his head slam back upon the floor. A large cracking sound echos within the room as his eyes roll closed and a trickle of blood begins to seep out from behind his head to stain his perfect marble floor. Rachel wastes no time once she sees James is unconscious to gather herself some clothes. She slips on a pair of faded cotton blue jeans and slides a belt around her waist to tighten them before she adds a baggy blue silk shirt of his which she decides looks pretty damn good on her. She spys herself in a floor length mirror that happens to hang from the wall behind her. A look of surprise forms upon her face as she catches the just fucked look she is wearing. "Damn that was good!" She half laughs, half shouts out as she tucks in James long shirt. "That ought to teach you to mess with me." She growls as her booted foot connects with James side. Just then an evil grin forms upon her lips and she kneels down close to him so that her face is within an inch of his mouth. "Good your still breathing" she whispers against his lips. "When you wake perhaps you will have learned your lesson." As James wakes up much later he groans feeling as if he has been run over by a truck. His head throbbing so painfully that it hurts to open his eyes. He trys to sit up. Just then realizing the last thing he remembered was relaxing after he fucked Rachel. But he cant move. He's been handcuffed to his bed posts. "That bitch" he growls loudly. As he struggles to free himself he notices some writing upon the same mirror that Rachel was admiring herself in an hour earlier. He stops moving to focus upon the words she wrote in black marker. "Don't fuck with me" Instead of becoming more pissed off James relaxes his head back upon a pillow and laughs loudly. Once he quiets down his face becomes a mask of seriousness. "And you shouldn't mess with the best you blood sucking whore" he whispers with an eerie calmness.