3 comments/ 28198 views/ 7 favorites The Company Ch. 02 By: KayVamp I watched as Jonathon took in everything Michael was saying, his face growing meaner with each gruesome detail. Jonathon's eyes turned a deep red before finally blacking out completely, which is never a good sign if truth be told. When Michael had finished explaining Marie's condition, Jonathon and I excused ourselves to discuss a plan of action. "I want you as team captain of course, I trust you with everything that makes me who I am. And a majority of my being is lying in that bed in a coma." He spoke through his teeth as he pointed towards Marie's sleeping form. His eyes flashed an eerie mixture of red and black before returning to their natural brown color. "As I said, you are to lead the team and find him. He will regret ever touching her when I am finished. I want him found as soon as possible and I want him alive." His voice cracked as he whispered, "Bring him to me Ryan, he needs to pay." With that said, the powerful demon mystified before my eyes to his quarters to reflect on the days' events. It pained me to see the hurt on his face as he gazed at Marie with such love that she doesn't even know exist yet. It must suck to love someone with all you have from a distance, them not even knowing you live and breathe for them alone. But Jonathon is persistent and patient, he deserves his mate after so long. I've lost count of how many wars he and I have fought beside each other in, the same goes for how many years we've spent roaming the earth searching for the meaning of our lives. I had felt his pain and excitement when his dreams began, leading him to the one he would forever love. I watched as he spent years searching for the brown haired angel that dominated his dreams, only to be heartbroken when he found her with someone else. And now, I watch as he plans to kill the one stupid enough to hurt her and I gather my troops to hunt the very same bastard down. I gathered my group of men together in the dinning hall and shouted out orders, well aware that this night would end in death. When all the men were gone, executing their designated duties, I made my way to the streets to carry out my task. ----Jonathon---- My eyes grew heavy as I watched Marie sleep. My anger had gotten the best of me today and had ultimately worn my body out. I felt myself drift off in the chair beside her bed, not able to pull myself away from her. My heart drops as I take in my surroundings. I'm somewhere in a park chasing after Marie. "You can't catch me! Come on slow poke!" I laugh as I quickly realize that my brown haired beauty is excited and playful. I hear giggling and watch as someone grabs her around the waist and pulls her to the ground while she laughs even harder, hiding her face in the chest of a man. I can't see who the man is, but I can see as if I am him. Marie looks up and the smile on her face is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I instantly return her smile with my own, matching her enthusiasm but for a different reason. Her long hair cascades down, creating a veil of sorts as she leans in and softly kisses me on the lips. Now I'm beginning to get pissed off, who is this man and why is she kissing him?!? "That was so much fun! Thank you again, I haven't had this much fun in years. Can we go on the swings before we leave?" Marie's eyes meet 'mine' as 'I' lean in for a kiss. "Of course we can baby. This is your day, so anything you want to do." We walk hand-in-hand to the swing set and when she climbs into a swing, I pull her seat back for one last kiss before letting go and letting her soar through the air laughing like a child. I feel happy but hesitant because of the unknown man in this dream. I watch happily as Marie jumps from the swing and lands perfectly on her feet. "Are you ready to go baby? I bet the babies miss us as much as we miss them." Her eyes light up as she grabs my hand, "You've made me the happiest woman in the world. You know that don't you? There's no better husband than you. I love you Jonathon." Her lips met mine just before I awoke from the dream in a cold sweat. So it had really been me in the dream! A smile drew on my face as I carefully grabbed the fragile hand that held my cold heart so securely and kissed each knuckle. Husband. Babies. Love. It all felt so right and I wanted it more than ever. Soon my love, you will love me soon. And it will be my duty and pleasure to make you the happiest woman who ever walked this earth. That, is a promise I will do anything to keep. I couldn't help but smile as I thought of Marie pregnant with my babies. Her round belly stretched tight to hold them, and my hands caressing her skin as we both grinned like a well fed kitten. It was meant to be, I've known it for two decades now but this dream has solidified it that much more. "I'll be back Marie. Please fight this for us, I need you love. Michael is here with you, so don't be afraid." I placed a soft kiss on her forehead before slipping from the room to my study. There is much to do before the troops return with my new toy. The Company Ch. 03 I've been on this damn planet for centuries and let me just say that the scenery changes but the terms stay the same. I've watched as men could beat their wives because they felt they were out of line and it just be a part of life. But I'm glad to say it's looked down upon now, I literally killed a few husbands after watching them beat their wives, because after all, that's an easy meal. Drain the blood and ditch the body, two birds with one stone kind of thing really. Of all my years 'living,' I've never found my intended and I honestly don't see it happening anytime soon. I watched as Jonathon searched all of Europe for Marie, only to give up and come to America to find her with an abusive boyfriend. The hurt and anger that has radiated off of my friend for the past year has made me feel glad not to have found mine yet. To be honest, I thought I had found my intended at one time. Regina, or Reggie, only came to my chest standing 5'4 with flaming red hair that curled down her back. She was petite and the sweetest woman I had ever met, or so I thought. I courted her for over a year, making sure her father approved of me as a possible husband for his youngest daughter. We would take walks through the countryside and watch the wild horses graze near an open field, which is exactly where I planned to propose. I knew I had to tell Reggie what I was before I could ask her to be mine forever, but I was scared out of my mind. How could she love something evil like me? I'm old enough to be dust in the ground at least a few times over, yet I drink the blood of innocent people to live. How in hell was I going to tell her I was a day walker and that in order to be truly mine, she would become one as well? I never had the chance to figure that question out, Reggie came to me crying one day telling me how she was 'with child.' This absolutely floored me and broke my heart, she had made me promise we would wait till our wedding night and I had sworn on my soul I would wait. Apparently she couldn't keep her own promise. Three days later, I packed my belongings and left feeling empty as the town gathered to watch her marry the town blacksmith. I said a silent goodbye and heard the priest present Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, as I rode away on my horse Trotter. I can't look at a redheaded woman now without thinking of Reggie. And the phrase "with child" sends chills and heartache straight through me. She's been gone for centuries now, yet the sight of a flaming red haired woman makes my heart jump, I guess it always will. But I like to think I've moved on, it has been a few centuries after all but the distrust is still apparent to my few close friends. My mind came back to the task at hand; I was scoping out a bar on the east side of downtown and scented the accused man. I repeated his name a few times, Trevor Jennings, Trevor Jennings, Trevor Jennings. Poor Trevor Jennings, you made a big mistake making the search easy... I picked up my cell phone and dialed a familiar number. "Meet me on the roof of the pizza place on East Jackson, and come alone if you still want that promotion." I snapped my phone shut and waited, I heard the crunching of gravel to my left as Marcus phased to my location. "Look, I know you don't want to be the errand boy anymore so I'm giving you a chance here. Go down there and lure him out like you were taught and I'll tell Jonathon you did all the work. This, by the way, is mostly true seeing how you brought Marie back to the mansion and are about to lure the bastard out. Add on the fact you brought the bastard that hurt her back to Jonathon and the promotion is as good as yours. What do you say?" "Thanks Mr. Ponti, I really appreciate your help and I won't let you down." With that, Marcus made himself appear in front of the bar and began working his incantations to lure the drunken man away. Moments later, Trevor Jennings limped out of the bar and headed towards the alleyway where Marcus hid, waiting to attack and restrain him. I flipped open my cell and pressed the speed dial for Jonathon, "He's in custody, prepare his chambers. You and I should talk before you start his torture, we have something important to discuss." "I'll be waiting in my room, but you better make it quick because that bastard needs to pay. And soon." The phone clicked off and I appeared beside Marcus and the now knocked out Trevor. "Let's go get you that promotion kid. You've definitely earned it." --------------- "Be quick Ryan, I need to attend to our new guest and make sure everything is to his liking." "Look, I think the kid needs a promotion. He brought Marie here first of all and now he's brought you Jennings, he's earned the right to not be a damn errand boy anymore. He doesn't want much, just a title that doesn't hand him the coffee orders of everyone in this damn building." "Agreed. He has shown me his loyalty and is apparently a hard worker; let him know immediately that he will be moving up to the soldiers' quarters tonight. Have someone move his things to Greg's old room and inform him of his new duties, I have other business to attend to so I appreciate your help old friend. Oh and why don't you take the rest of the week off? A long weekend will do you some good and I'm going to need you back here Monday morning well rested and ready to go." The look he gave me told me that I had no choice, but I didn't mind terribly. I haven't had a vacation at all this year, and its May for damn's sake, the beach sounds pretty good right now. Jonathon walked out of the room with an evil smile on his face and I turned to call Marcus to the main office for his promotion. -------------- I directed Marcus to his new room and started towards my own when my phone rang a familiar tune. He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's the one that makes ya feel alright He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood He's gonna be your Frankenstein I've got one thing you'll understand "Yes Michael?" "Come to Marie's room immediately." My phone disconnected and I made haste to Marie's bedside. "Her vitals are improving and her brain waves have increased. She's pulling out of the coma, slowly but surely." "Why didn't you call Jonathon instead of me Michael?" His expression fell. "He needs to be introduced gradually, not all at once. The poor girl needs some space to recover, besides, you've seen him recently. You should know what color eyes our beloved boss has at the moment. I think they might frighten the human, don't you think?" I started to respond when a soft moan of discomfort came from the bed. "I'll go talk to him; you better wrap that wrist now if you're positive it's broken. I have a feeling she won't want to be touched by men for a while." I headed towards the basement of the mansion, which had been recently turned into a dungeon of sorts thanks to our new 'tenant.' "Jonathon, put the whip down and follow me. It's important." His hesitation to end the torture for now aggravated me quicker than usual. "She's waking up." Those three words changed the demon before me in 2.5 seconds. His eyes now glowed a familiar brown and the whip fell to the floor as a smile appeared on his face. "What are we waiting for Ryan? My future awaits me patiently in a bed upstairs." We phased ourselves directly in front of Marie's room as not to frighten her, this whole other world thing was going to have to be introduced slowly. Especially since she has just suffered a brain injury. Disclaimer: I obviously do not own any songs listed within this story or any other story of mine posted unless otherwise stated. The Company Ch. 03b How do you tell your boss and best friend to fuck off? You know, while keeping your ass intact I mean. I was seriously worried about Jonathon as he paced the room, Marie hadn't fully woken yet and the suspense was obviously getting to him. Not only was his pacing annoying, but it was making me dizzy. "Jonathon, either sit down or leave. I really don't want you here when she wakes anyway. I think it would be much better if you allowed her to be gradually introduced to you instead of throw into what is going on. Don't fucking look at me like that damn it! You know I'm right and that's the only thing pissing you off, so why don't you do as I say and not piss off the only one that can help her." Well shit, that works too. Who knew Michael had a mouth on him like that? I've known Michael for years and the worst I've heard him mutter was shit, well now that's out the window too. Something is off in this place and I'm not too sure I want to know what the hell it is. This room alone hums with a buzzing of power that hasn't yet been controlled. It feels like at any minute the room is going to just combust or something. It's usually what you feel around a newly turned day walker or vampire, too much power for a youngling so to speak. I watched Jonathon brood for a moment before his body slumped in acceptance. "Come on Jonathon, we both need to feed before anything exciting happens. What do you say we have some human food, then feed our other sides as well, hmm?" He nodded, it had been too long since he last fed for him to do anything else. Hell, he was doing good not to be slumped over something dying. Three days have past since Michael called me in to Marie's room. She had in fact come out of the coma, but her body was still in shock and Michael was beginning to worry about the way she was healing. See, humans heal much slower than the supernatural. I, for one, can get injured in a fight and depending on the damage, heal in a matter of hours instead of the weeks it often takes humans. Marie wasn't healing like she should be, no, instead she was healing more along the lines of a youngling. Quicker than human, but slower than demon of any kind. Upon Jonathon's consent, Michael took a sample of Marie's blood and tested it for powers of any kind. The findings were inconclusive but showed no signs of supernatural at all. So the secret behind Marie's current healing was unknown, but not unwelcomed. "Ryan, I feel something coming. It's not bad or threatening, but it's going to change a lot of things around here. It's only growing stronger, as if it were approaching and I thought I should warn you. I don't want this to go any further than this elevator, but I think something is coming for you and what's odd is that I feel it even stronger when I am near Marie. I felt you should know." I took in his face carefully. His expression showed his fear, pain, devotion and exhaustion. His body was failing him since he had failed to nurture it. His eyes were a deep black and surrounded by even darker circles. "Jesus Jonathon, you look like hell. Thank god Michael threw you out to go eat something, you would have scared that girl to hell and back looking like you do now." "Thanks... you're too damn kind Ryan." "You knew what I meant damn it. I'm only looking out for you, and right now we're getting some food in that empty gut of yours." We made our way down to the kitchen of the mansion and Jonathon feasted on bags of blood to up his resistance and his energy. See, Jonathon isn't only a demon, in fact he's a day walker and demon combined, which is a dangerous combo if you ask me. Each bag he downed was like taking an eraser to the deep colors of his face, leaving him look refreshed and young again. Once he had settled down with a glass of brandy, I knew it was safe to ask my questions. "Tell me about this 'change' coming. What are we talkin' here?" He put his glass down slowly and stared at its contents for a minute or two. "Look, I'm not sure exactly what this means to be honest. All I can say is that I feel something, or someone new coming that is going to bring some changes and not all are bad. I can feel it around you which makes me believe something is going to happen involving you, but like I said, it's not going to be bad. You're going to fight it at first, but you'll give in to it happily." His smug look made me want to puke. What the hell could be coming that would bring change to the company and personally affect me at the same time? There's only one thing I can think of that would bring change to... Oh fuck a duck. "You're not saying tha..." I was cut off by Jonathon's phone ringing. "We'll be right there. Don't do anything until I say so." He merely glanced at me before he was out of his chair and moving towards the door. I naturally fell in step with him and awaited what was coming. "We have to go, Trevor is trying to escape, which we both know is not allowed." ******** I could hear the faintest, most annoying beeping sound ever created. My eyes felt heavy and uncooperative to say the least. I could hear someone shuffling around the room and I then felt something circular and cold touch my chest. Fear shot through me and my eyes burst open to reveal a good looking man standing over me with a stethoscope checking my heart. "Where am I?" I barely got my voice to rasp out finally. Looking around I could tell that I was not in a hospital, but was in fact in a soft fluffy bed with IVs in my very sore arm. The room surrounding me was beautifully decorated with soft blues and browns accentuating each other to create a calming sensation. Overstuffed pillows were propping me up as well as covering the rather large loveseat, matching wing backed chairs and a large ottoman all of which matched the huge ornate bed I was currently occupying. "This room is beautiful, your home is wonderful." "Well thank you my dear, but this isn't my home I'm afraid. This is actually my boss' home, his name is Jonathon, I'm sure you'll love him." He winked at me with a slight smile gracing his tired face. "My name is Michael, I'm the physician of this company. Are you feeling well, need something to drink maybe? I have some fresh water here if you would like, you must be parched." "I would love some actually, thank you. Could you by chance tell me why I am here and how long I've been here?" "I suppose you would be curious, I know I would! Well my dear, one of the men that work for Mr. Raccolto, my boss, found you after what seemed to be an attack and brought you to the only place he knew to be safe. Mr. Raccolto has a soft spot for beautiful women, so of course he took you in and called me immediately. I believe this was about five days ago my dear, you've healed quite nicely!" Oh my god, I've been gone for five days! I bet that piece of shit Trevor doesn't even realize I'm gone except for he's having to get his damn food and beer himself. Then it hit me, I've been sleeping in a stranger's home for five days. Who knows what's going on with my stuff or if the cops were called because of that last fight with Trevor. My head spun as I started thinking of all the different things that could have gone wrong in five days and the idea that my sister was coming to visit didn't get skipped over. "F..fi..five days? W-what day is it?" "It's the thirtieth, why is something wrong dear?" "Um.. Not really, it's just that my sister is coming to visit soon and I don't want her to worry about me if she couldn't find me." "When is she due here, if you don't mind me asking that is." "Of course not, she's supposed to be here June sixth, so I have plenty of time to take care of my apartment and such. I'm Marie by the way, is there anyway I could possibly speak with Mr. Raccolto soon? I would like to personally thank him for his hospitality." The man smiled at me and his eyes sparkled in an odd but sweet way. "Absolutely Marie. I'm sure he would love to speak with you, just let me call him and see when is best for him okay?" I nodded and sipped my water. My stomach was empty but I was positive that putting food in it would end terribly. I watched as Michael stepped from the room and caught a brief glimpse of a well decorated sitting room just outside my room. I honestly don't even want to think about how nice or expensive this place is, and I certainly do not want to get used to this kind of attention because once I get home it will be right back to being mistreated and that's just cruel once you've grown accustomed to the finer things. Or so I hear. Michael slipped back into the room and smiled as he crossed the room. "He's slightly busy at the moment, but said he would rush here as soon as he possibly could. May I tell you something Marie?" I nodded. "Mr. Raccolto absolutely never leaves his work for anyone, I think he's quite smitten with you even though he doesn't even know you. But this is just between the two of us okay? He'll have my hide if he knew I said something of the likes to you, its not often he fancies anyone if truth be told. But you seem like a very nice girl, so I'm glad he chose you to take a liking to." His genuine smile made me smile too as well as blush. I could feel the heat creep up my neck and cheeks, creating what I'm sure was an obvious blush against my now pale skin. Well now I definitely can't wait to meet this Mr. Raccolto! The Company Ch. 04 "Marie, since Mr. Raccolto is going to be a while, would you like something to eat while you wait?" My stomach answered for me with a loud grumble that brought a smile to Michael's face as he stood to leave the room. "No worries dear, I'll grab something that will be easy on your stomach so that you don't get sicker. I'm sure Mr. Raccolto wouldn't want you getting any sicker because of a careless mistake." I'm still intrigued by this Mr. Raccolto; he sounds and seems to be very nice. I mean, he has let me stay in his home for five days and he doesn't even know me! His home is beautiful from what I've seen, but that means nothing in the long run. Hell, Trevor's place had also been nice and look how that turned out! Not only has he been hitting me, but he's abusing me in other ways that I can't even think of without wanting to vomit. I can't stand to be touched by him anymore but I don't know how to get away from him without getting hurt even more. I'm just grateful he will be gone with his family when Bella comes to visit. I could never handle the hurt in Bella's eyes if she were to see how Trevor treats me. Not only would she be angry that he was hurting me, but she would also be disappointed in me for sticking around and letting him continue his abuse. Our parents had taught us better than that growing up, we were taught that a man treated his woman like a queen and never laid an angry hand on her, no matter what. Our father had been an Italian business man who frequented Lyon, France for business, where he met our mother and fell in love instantly. The two were married for thirty-five years before the accident that took them both from me and my twin sister at the young age of seventeen. Tears filled my eyes and my hands cradled my head as I shook with silent sobs. So much has happened since I last saw my sister and her sudden call announcing a visit had me in a frenzy trying to get everything in order and seemingly normal. With so much stress on my body, I had forgotten to stay on Trevor's good side and not provoke his temper any more than necessary. My body shook hard as I let out all the tears I have been holding back, from being hurt by Trevor, worrying about my sister and worrying about getting away from Trevor unharmed. I felt two large arms wrap around me tenderly as I cried and found that I couldn't stop the tears that were staining the dark silk shirt of the man holding me. I cried for what felt like hours instead of the mere minutes it had actually been when my tears finally stopped and my breathing returned to normal. The hands running through my hair and holding me to a rather defined chest stopped their movements as a soft kiss was placed atop my head. "Here, sip this I'm sure your throat is dry from crying. Don't worry, I've got you and nothing else is going to happen to you while I'm here. I can promise you that." A masculine, but soothing, voice made my heart beat erratically as I chanced a glance from under my lashes at the owner of the large arms that currently held me close. What I saw from that glance didn't help my erratic heart beat one damn bit. No, in fact, it probably made it ten times worse. "Are you feeling better now lovely? I have the tray of food that Michael brought for you if you would like to try to eat some now. It might settle your stomach a bit if you eat slowly." My mouth went dry instantly as I took in the sight of the beautiful man that was holding me to his chest. The large arms were not overly big, but one could tell they were strong whereas the chest was sculpted as if from marble and the legs of a runner now encircled me as I was handed a small glass of water. The beautiful sexiness didn't stop there, no; his face was dazzling to say the least. Chocolate brown eyes stared back at me, filled with what could only be concern and... is that longing I see, or is that purely wishful thinking? High cheekbones, full lips and a strong jaw line had my head swimming but what did me in completely was the curly brown locks that had my fingers aching to touch and twirl the curls around my fingers as I pulled him in to taste those full lips. Oh my GOD! He's beautiful. Down right beautiful and I'm staring! Stop it Marie, or he's going to think you're a freak for staring at him so openly. Heat filled my cheeks as I blushed with embarrassment, a soft laugh caught my attention and drew my eyes to the man's once again. "I'm Jonathon Raccolto, and you are?" Oh god, he expects me to talk? My brain hasn't left the thought of his gorgeous face long enough to even think of forming words! "Mmm..M.." I coughed, "Marie, I'm Marie." He laughed softly again, "Well Marie, you are very beautiful if you don't mind my forwardness. I, uh- I'm sorry I'm not usually like this. It's just that you seem like something very special and I'm angry that someone would even consider hurting you like this." His big hands delicately held my face as his thumbs soothed one of the many bruises covering my face. His touch sends volts of electricity down my spine and a peaceful smile took up residence on both mine and his face. **** Long, curly dark chocolate hair fanned out on my pillow as I lower the beauty down to my bed to ravage and worship her. Dark brown eyes stare up at me, filled with lust and need, as I cover her lithe body with mine breathing in her sweet scent. Her tongue sneaks out to wet her lips as she bites down on her bottom lip softly. Her soft delicate voice fills my head as she whispers, "Take me Ryan, please." I groan and move to thrust into her as I awake with a jolt. "Son of a bitch! Just five more minutes!!" I yell out in frustration as I throw my alarm against the wall, shattering it. Oh well, I didn't like that alarm anyways. My sweat soaked sheets tangle around me, trapping me in the very same bed of my dreams, or what I'm considering a nightmare since I can't seem to get what I want from it. I run a shaky hand through my damp hair and curse the now shattered alarm clock. The same dark haired, ivory skinned beauty has plagued my dreams for the past week, making me irritable and horny as fuck. A sudden thought filled my head, making my stomach find a new home in my feet. Oh god, she's my intended, but who is she? My cell phone chose that exact moment to ring, whoever was calling had better had good reason because I was in no mood for bullshit. I untangled myself from the covers and grabbed the phone answering quickly as I noticed the name on the screen. "Ryan, I need you to go to Marie's apartment and gather a few of her belongings. Also, take a crew for clean up, her sister will be arriving in a few days and Marie doesn't want her to know of the circumstances by walking into a trashed apartment I'm sure. We now have five days to prepare for her sister's arrival, so I need you to make sure the place looks nice and there is no trace of that scum left." "You got it Jonathon, I'll take care of it. I'll be around sometime later today and I'll give you the full run down of everything that is found." "Oh, and Ryan, I'm going to need you to escort Marie's sister Bella, here to the mansion. So you'll have to pick her up from the airport on the sixth at nine am." He took a brief pause, "Look, I know I told you that you're on a vacation right now, but I don't trust Bella's safety with anyone but you. I guess I'm trying to say thank you for watching my back the other night and for being so supportive through this intended bullshit." "Don't worry 'bout it Jonathon, you know you're closer than a brother to me. I'll take care of everything." The line disconnected and I made my way to the shower that would hopefully put me in a better mood. *** I made my way slowly towards Marie's small condo, sticking to shadows so that the neighbors wouldn't get suspicious of a strange man approaching the young girl's place. My crew had arrived earlier and had set into the task of cleaning up for Bella's arrival. The wind was blowing softly, which didn't help in the June heat but did bring a sweet smell that made my eyes darken with desire. What is that? It smells like warm vanilla! My heart beat quickened and my mouth went dry. I know that smell. Its faint, but I'm pretty sure I know it. I shook my head and walked on towards the condo where the scent became stronger. My body shook slightly, as I got closer to the front door the scent grew and my heart threatened to burst out of my chest. One word kept repeating in my head. Intended. I shook it off as just being stuck in my head from my very detailed dream and opened the door to Marie's condo. My hand was still on the doorknob when my heart sank and sped up at the same time. The extremely intoxicating smell flooded my senses, my eyes tingling and mouth watering. Movement in the kitchen caught my eye and I suddenly found myself staring at the back of a long haired brunette that was currently fixing a sandwich unbeknownst of my presence. I silently took in every detail of her body from her long flowing hair to her tone hips and waist, even down to the pointy heeled boots on her small feet. I couldn't help but notice that even with the added height from the boots, she barely reached my chest. I quickly, but somewhat painfully, drug myself back to the front door, closing it before knocking properly. My wait was merely moments, but I felt like it had been hours when the beauty opened the door carefully. Dark brown eyes with full thick lashes blinked up at me questioningly as she took in my appearance. Her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips and I almost came right there. The sight of those beautiful full lips glistening with lip gloss made me want to kiss her until neither one of us could take anymore. "Can I help you?" I stared at her briefly before answering. Her face was framed by that dark wavy hair, the very same chocolate brown that plagued my dreams, her brown eyes seemed protective and weary, something I didn't like compared to the lust that filled them in my dreams. "My name is Ryan, I'm a friend of Marie's and who, may I ask, are you?" I watched her eyes roam over my body, I was happy to let her ogle me since I had plans of being with her forever. My heart raced as she took in my lower body and made her way upwards, stopping only to smile when she saw the smile on my face. Her cheeks tinted pink when she realized I caught her checking me out. "I'm Bella, Marie's sister. Marie isn't here right now, do you want to leave a message or something?" "Actually, I know Marie isn't here I only knocked out of habit. She's actually staying with a friend of ours and needed a few things so I offered to come get them. I thought you weren't due in until a few days from now?" She looked back towards the kitchen while biting her lip. "Am I keeping you from something Bella?" I knew I was, but how could I tell her that and not sound like a creeper? I couldn't, so instead I opted for that slightly embarrassed look that crossed her face sweetly as she bit hard into her bottom lip. My hand idly went to cup her face as my right thumb brushed over her lips smoothly. "You're going to bite a hole love, why don't you just tell me what's on your mind instead?" Her mouth fell open slightly and a deeper blush crept up her neck and cheeks, I couldn't resist what I did next and her response was one I'll honestly never forget. I leaned down the foot and a half difference and kissed her beautiful pouty lips, sweeping my tongue along that perfect bottom lip slightly surprised when her tongue meets mine. I feel her hands grab my shirt roughly and pull me into the condo, only to hear the door slam when her pointy heeled boot kicked it, leaving us alone and glued to each other. The Company Ch. 05 Not five minutes ago, we were standing at the door chatting and now hands fight to pull clothing off as we make our way to the closest couch, our lips never parting as we make our way across the room. Her warm gentle hands becoming fierce in the effort to remove my shirt, stopping only to trace the outline of my chest tattoo. Her lips and tongue leave mine only to trace the outline of the tribal eagle on my chest, making me jump when her teeth graze my nipple. "This is beautiful, what's it mean?" I moaned as she grazed my nipple again, almost painfully but exciting nonetheless. "It's a sign of pride, security and friendship to Native Americans, not only that, but the eagle mates for life. That's something I take pride in myself, I'm a one woman kind of guy." I stared deep into her chocolate brown eyes, willing her to understand what I really just said. Please God, just let her get this at least somewhat. I can't let her go now that I've found her. She smiled brightly and continued her assault on my chest, making my cock grow harder than I think it ever has been. Her fingers snaked their way down to my jeans, tugging on the button and slowly pulling down the zipper. My cock straining against the fabric to get out as my mind wanders to the dream I've been having of Bella constantly. My fangs threaten to elongate as she delicately wraps her lips around the head of my cock, making me jump slightly and a growl to rumble through my chest. My head hit the back of the couch when her mouth enveloped me completely, something that I've never had the pleasure of before might I add, making my eyes roll back into my head. "Oh fuck me that feels good!" I felt her tongue swirl around my cock as she slowly moved back up to the head, letting go with a popping noise and a sexy little grin. "Oh baby, don't worry I plan to." With a wink, she was swallowing my cock again and squeezing my balls with one hand. I was in heaven, or hell depending on how you looked at it since if she kept that shit up I was going to shoot my load in a matter of minutes. "Oh damn Bella; you gotta cut that out baby. I want you too much, come here and let me taste you baby." I watched with hooded eyes as she stood before me slowly giving me a full view of her tight body. The way her skimpy little lingerie clung to her curvy hips and the way her rounded ass peeked out of the bottoms of them made my dick ache to be inside her. My hands reaching out and grabbing the skimpy little excuse for underwear and ripping them off before my mind caught up to speed, eliciting a shocked gasp from my naughty little angel. Bella's squealing in delight filled the room as I tossed her to the couch and dipped my head between her legs, taking my time in dragging my tongue down her thigh teasingly. By the time I reached my destination, she was soaking wet and it smelled like heaven welcoming me home. I took a deep breath and breathed out slowly just over her clit sending chill bumps down her smooth skin. My tongue snaked out and tasted her flesh, moaning as her wetness hit my tongue. Mother fuck! She tastes like fucking candy. I dove into her flesh, tasting my own personal heaven only made better by Bella's increasing moans and the feeling of her bucking under my tongue screaming my name. I slid two fingers into her and moaned against her clit as I felt her clinging to my fingers. Fuck me! I need to be in her NOW! I felt Bella start convulsing around my fingers as my tongue worked her into her third orgasm and knew I wouldn't last much longer at this rate. I grabbed Bella's hips and slid into her slowly, feeling her inner walls grab me almost pulling me deeper into her. Our bodies met finally and Bella's nails drug down my biceps as I filled her completely. I stared deeply into her dark brown eyes and watched with amazement as she stared up at me with hooded eyes and started rocking her hips causing me to shiver and thrust harder into her tightness. I threw my head back and put all my strength into pleasuring the beauty beneath me, my fingertips digging into her hips as I pulled her closer to me. Suddenly, she hooked her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist, making her straddle me while I sat back on my knees. I whimpered, yes fucking whimpered as I felt her start fucking herself on my cock and her teeth digging into my neck. I lost it all as I felt her teeth break the skin, our bodies joined in a way never to be broken. I growled as I came deep inside her, her body shaking in my arms as she licked the bite mark on my neck making me twitch inside her. We collapsed to the floor sated and asleep in each others arms. I was happily wrapped up in Bella and she likewise with me, but my subconscious couldn't help but wonder where the fuck the biting had come from and wonder if she knew what she had just done by biting my neck. The Company Ch. 06 Jonathon stalked out of the room with his head down; you didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know I had hurt him with my lash out. I knew what I had said hurt him, but could he really blame me for being upset? No, no he couldn't. Why? Because in the past twenty-four hours my sister has informed me that we are vampire hybrids, she bit Ryan therefore marking him as her mate, and last but not least, I'm supposedly the mate of a 400 year old demon. That was a lot to take in, especially in one damn day. As I look around the room, I see Bella hugging Ryan in a comforting way and notice just how hurt Ryan appears. "I know it's a lot to take in, but he loves you. He has for more than twenty years and always will. I understand you're a little freaked out about everything, but try not to push him away because you're only hurting yourself in the long run. You're his angel, and to a demon that means a lot." He barely looked at me as he left the room with my sister in tow. I felt beyond horrible and decided then that I needed to come up with a better way of coping with all of this before I inadvertently pushed away the one man that would never hurt or leave me. I subconsciously ran my fingers through my hair and took deep breaths as I stood in the middle of my bedroom. I decided finally to walk down to the park a few blocks away to do some much needed thinking, my head was spinning with all the new information and I needed time to sort through it in private. I headed towards my bedroom door and froze, there was no way any of those three would let me out of this place alone and I definitely didn't want them tagging along, any of them. Running wasn't an option, I'm clumsy and they run faster, not to mention the magical powers they have... Option two was to climb out my window. I debated this slowly. Yes, I have escaped using my window before when Trevor was on one of his rants but that was before and he was usually passed out drunk by the time I sneaked out. I looked at my door longingly, I knew I would come back to him but I needed time to process what that meant exactly before I could/would give in to all of this mess. I took a deep breath and quietly opened my window just enough for me to easily slip out. I waited until I was firmly on the ground before turning around to check my door to see if anyone had noticed my escape. I counted to thirty before deciding that I was in the clear and turned to walk down to the street to the park. The sun was spending its last few moments in the sky as I followed the well known path to my favorite spot. I avoided cracks in the concrete sidewalks and waited on passing cars before crossing to the park's front entrance. The sun's departure left the park empty but a soft breeze permeated the air, making the humid May temperature bearable. I easily and thoughtlessly drifted towards the swing set like always, finding a relaxed feeling as soon as I sat down in my usual swing at the end of the set. I gazed up at the stars that were just starting to peek through the night sky and enjoyed the red and purple hue it had turned. I was lazily gliding back and forth when all of a sudden the hair on my neck stood straight up and I could feel that I wasn't alone anymore. The new comer certainly didn't make me feel at ease and I argued with myself on how to react, my choices being to run or to act nonchalant and see what the other person had in mind before reacting. My thoughts fought back and forth until I was left with no choice. A strange and eerie noise radiated from the area I knew the person to be, my heart rate picked up as well as my breathing. I moved to start my journey home when I was knocked to the ground by a flying object hurling into my back. A scream caught in my throat when the air was knocked out of me by the blow, the weight of the stranger on my back keeping me pressed to the ground as I felt my shirt being ripped apart with something sharp. My head was spinning from lack of air and my eyes were beginning to close against my will when suddenly the massive weight was removed. I laid there gasping for breath, struggling to move but found myself unable. What the hell had just happened and how on earth was I going to get to safety when I couldn't move? The Company Ch. 06 Holding still, he kisses me passionately allowing me time to adjust to his girth and length and its now that I realize I'm in heaven. The fine mix of pleasure and pain leave me aching for more, I lift my hips slightly to test our union and moan deeply. "Please, more." I rasp out, barely able to breathe let alone speak. Jonathon slowly withdraws from me and begins pumping rhythmically into me, my body tightening around him even more as I get closer to the edge. My hands roam his broad back and shoulders as he slams into me continuously; there is no sense of time just the two of us in this room as we kiss and let our bodies unite. I bite his shoulder hard, causing him to roll over and let me be in control. I toss my head back as I feel him even deeper than before. My body trembles happily above him as I roll my hips, rocking him deeper into me while grinding my aroused clit into his body. His moans fill the room as I switch to bouncing up and down his hard shaft. His hands roughly alternating between my hips and breasts as I slam myself down on him. Yelling out, I'm paralyzed by my orgasm. His rough hands grab my hips as he starts slamming up into me until yelling out as his own orgasm takes him over. I feel his warm seed fill me, causing me to go over the edge yet again before collapsing on top of him. The last thing I feel before a deep sleep is Jonathon still tucked deeply inside me and his hands caressing me in a relaxing manner. All is right in my world, for now.