1 comments/ 6166 views/ 0 favorites Forever Owned Ch. 01 By: JDTW He listened to the soft, rhythmic clicking of his boot heels upon the cold asphalt as he turned from the well lit main street into a deserted alleyway. The dark shadows of the alley stretched and loomed menacingly, though the young man seemed unaffected by the darkness as he leaned comfortably against a desolate brick building. Snow covered the ground and all the chimneys in the city expelled black smoke from an attempt by the dwellers to shield themselves from the bitter winter cold. Still, he wore no jacket, gloves, or scarf. In fact, he looked like he didn't notice the chill even though his body was covered in little more than dark jeans, boots, and a long sleeved gray t-shirt. He did not even exhale steam as all the passer-bys on the main street did. He simply looked like he was waiting for a mid-afternoon bus on a sunny summer day. It was fortunate that he did not concern himself with being spotted by anyone of any consequence, as he did not seem to make an effort to blend in with his surroundings. As he waited, he began to get restless so he began pacing through the shadows, stopping now and again to cast out his senses and to light a cigarette, closing his eyes briefly as he sensually exhaled the smoke. Finally, he heard a pair of stiletto heels snapping much more purposely than his steps had indicated only moments ago. "You Mr. Thomas?" A sultry, yet incessant, voice inquired through the darkness. The prostitute pulled her fur coat closer to her body as she took a few curious steps towards the dark figure in the alleyway. This guy better tip well, Shawna thought as she shivered against the cold. He very slowly slid the lit cigarette behind his ear but made no move towards her. At his delay, Shawna decided to take in his form and noted that at least he seemed attractive from a distance. Unlike her normal clientele, he was far from the short, overweight, balding men that believed a hooker would solve all their life's problems. This man was tall, at least 6'5", and young. She guessed him to be no more than twenty two years old. His short, tousled hair looked dark, but as he shifted his head to stick the cigarette behind his ear, she noted that the moon illuminated a reddish tinge, making his hair a more russet color. She could not get a good look at his face in the darkness, other than to note the masculine features. His jaw was angular and covered with just the right amount of stubble. Sweeping in the rest of his appearance, Shawna noted that he was no doubt muscular but not in a body-builder type of way. His broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist, and she guessed that his stomach graced a six-pack. His arms were not so thick as to give him a swagger, but they were toned. Everything about him pointed to an active lifestyle and possibly even hard labor. Frankly, from what she could see of him, he was gorgeous. Frustrated that he had not yet answered her, she strode purposefully up to him to get him going. Before she realized what had happened, the figure snapped around and pushed her back up against the same building he had been leaning upon moments ago. As he did, he pulled her legs up and forced them to lock around his waist and tugged at the thong she had on under a tight leather skirt. Well, I guess he just likes to get to it, thought Shawna as she smiled and pulled at his t-shirt. Instead of removing the clothing, he grabbed her wrists with one hand and pinned her arms above her head. Try as she might, she could not dislodge herself from his grip. At this instant, fear touched Shawna's mind for the first time. She strained to see the man's face, but it was too hidden by deep shadows to make out anything other than the vague shape. She felt the man's warm hand stroke under her skirt, teasing her thighs and delving into her folds. She found herself surprisingly wet as his hand burned a trail from her skin into her core and out. It seemed as if everywhere he touched erupted into sensual flames. Considering her experience in the sex department, she was pleased to find him having this effect on her. He thrust two fingers into her core and she arched against his hand, moaning in satisfaction. She bucked against his hand, moaning and groaning, "Oh yeah, baby, just like thaaaaaaaaaaat" she encouraged. Shawna could not think beyond the delicious feelings welling up inside of her. It was as if every perfect sexual experience of her life was coming back to her, tenfold. Her pussy was dripping wet already, and they still had a long way to go. His head finally dipped towards her upper body, and she became excited at the thought of his lips locked on her hard nipples, but the movement had caused his face to be cast into harsh lighting from the main street. She screamed just before the man impaled her neck with his sharp incisors, but as he began to suckle her warm blood from her body, her scream of fear turned into cries of passion. Her nipples and clit felt as if an unseen presence were deliciously toying with them and waves of heat traveled up and down her spine. Her body bucked and convulsed against his hand, begging to feel more of him. She began to close her eyes as her last thoughts were of the incredible pleasure her body had found itself in. Darkness overtook her, and finally, her heart stopped. The man licked the wound upon her neck, and when he dropped her body to the ground, it was as cold as the asphalt upon which it lay and not a mark was left upon it. The man staggered deeper into the alleyway, looking as if he were possessed. His movements were jerky and he coughed heavily. Finally, he kneeled in the shadows and he continued to cough violently. Eventually, a spurt of hot, half-digested blood swelled up from his stomach and he vomited the blood into the alley. Sniffing and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he straightened and looked towards the entrance of the alley. With barely a glance towards the corpse of his victim, he strolled out of the darkness of the alleyway as he pulled the cigarette from behind his ear and inhaled the nicotine, expelling the smoke readily. As he walked, he joined the company of another man who looked just out of place as he was. "You are too old for these shenanigans," the other man noted. This man was shorter than the first by a good four inches, and whereas the first man was dark and silent, this man was a picture of light and sound. Though he appeared older than the darker haired man, age barely seemed to touch this man's features. His face was long, his skin pale, taunt, and flawless, his chin and ears pointed, and a halo of long blonde (almost white) hair fell gracefully down his shoulders. His eyes were stark blue, piercing in their boldness. His voice was manly, for sure, but it was also lyrical with an edge of hostility about it. The dark haired man barely acknowledged the blonde one's words before he continued walking down the street without a word, still savoring his cigarette. The blonde man let out a guttural growl before fluidly moving to block the other. In an instant, he stood before the darker man. A normal man would have been astonished and fearful of the blonde man's speed, but this man simply side-stepped him and continued down the street until the blonde appeared in front of him again. With a sigh, the darker haired man stopped and looked at the other man. "Go home, Raius." When the dark haired man spoke, his voice was deep and heavy, sounding as if he were exhausted by something. "You forget yourself, young one," the blonde one, Raius, responded, "You are my duty. I will not have you becoming a spiritless, worthless, vigilante. Not with your strength. Not with your power." "She attacked children, Raius. She kidnapped them. Killed them. She was no good to anyone." "That is not for you to decide!" hissed Raius to his impertinent student. "We are simple beings. Simple predators. We are no one's god." At this, Raius lifted his right hand and icily ran his index finger along the scar that the darker man had across the left side of his face. "You're right. We're not," responded the darker man, pushing Raius's hand away. With that, he flicked his eyes from Raius and, as he did so, Raius's whole body was flung away from where he stood. A life-threatening crunch was heard as his body came into hard contact with the brick wall they stood by. Raius let out a hiss of anger and pain, but remained on the ground where he had been thrown. He gripped his wrist and snapped it back into place painfully and growled at the darker man. "It is about time that you begin to accept your life now! This is not about being a humanitarian or a killer. It is about being powerful! Admit your power and we can rule the world together as we once did!" But Raius's words did not have any effect on the dark man's retreating figure. The darker man simply turned the corner and by the time Raius stood and followed him, he was gone. Raius hissed as a stoplight flickered from red to green, casting the foggy street into an unnatural glow. He will gather his senses soon, though Raius as he turned to leave, very soon. Forever Owned Ch. 02 "Come on, Dee! The story can wait! Single, hot, gyrating men cannot!" Cassidy Delia Bennett, Dee to her friends, grinned at Becca's daring comment. "Becca," Cassidy responded in her laughing voice, "They can all wait. It's not every year that the Miami Dolphins beat the New England Patriots!" Cassidy scribbled something onto the blue, tattered notepad she was holding and she mentally tried to block the onslaught that Becca was sure to expel right about now. "Football?! Dee, you are going to be a single girl forever! Guys don't want strong, football-watching, car-fixing, women! You just need to be a damsel tonight. It is your birthday, after all!" Cassidy chuckled to herself as she wrote down Tom Brady's less-than-perfect statistics from today's game. She took her job as a Sports Journalist for the Chicago Sun Times very seriously. She had grown up a tomboy in a small city in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, the youngest child of her father, a commercial and hobby pilot, and her mother, a chemistry professor at the University of Northern Michigan. Her parents and her four older brothers saw to it that she grew up with none of the preconceived notions of what a woman can or cannot do. Her weekends were full of hockey, football, and basketball -- she grew up a die-hard fan of the Detroit Red Wings, the Green Bay Packers, and the Michigan Wolverines. She was a four-wheeler and dirt biker; clever, with a wild-streak once she turned sixteen. She loved mud racing and tractor pulls. When she got her degree in Journalism from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, it was an easy decision to focus on sports. Then she was offered the position at the CST and she had to take it. Unfortunately, twenty two year old small-town tomboys were not in high demand to Chicago's male population. "There are so many things wrong with that statement, Becca," Cassidy responded as she flipped the notebook closed and pushed her long jet-black hair out of her face, "BUT, my editor said I am to do the response story instead of just the score report, so my story isn't due until Tuesday. That means I actually am a free woman tonight." Becca squealed with delight and ran to Cassidy's walk-in closet, "I am finding you the hottest outfit that you never wear!" Cassidy looked down at the clothing she wore, Jeez I thought I looked fine to go to a club, Miri thought as she brushed some of her cat's orange hair off her black pinstriped corduroy pants. Another squeal indicated that Becca had found the smuttiest thing she could find. Cassidy sighed, she loved Becca like a sister, she had been her first real girl friend in Chicago, but she could be a lot to handle sometimes. "I found what you are wearing (no complaining now!), and as you are showering, changing and putting on hot make-up, I am going to call Niki and Jules! They will be here in 45 minutes! Go, go, go!" A slinky dress and a pair of shoes were hurled out of the closet at Cassidy's head and she ducked just before being nailed by a pair of stilettos. She grabbed the garments, appeasing Becca, and headed to the shower, positive that she would regret this night. Soon enough, Cassidy, Becca, Niki and Jules were clip-clopping down the busy Chicago streets in dangerously high heels and short dresses. Cassidy pulled and tugged at the way the dress hugged her curves, not used to clothing fitting so closely. Before leaving her apartment, Cassidy had assessed herself in the bedroom's full-length mirror and was actually surprised at the sight that had greeted her. Her 5'7" frame looked like a different body! Her normally straightened long black hair was now naturally wavy as she had not had time to straighten it after her shower. The hair serum Becca had brought offered it a healthy shine that she normally did not work to achieve. Her golden eyes were outlined in black mascara and her long lashes seemed even plumper. Her pale skin looked flawless, the water-based foundation hiding the freckles at her nose and forehead. Her pink lips were accented by a juicy clear gloss. Even more surprising was the sight of her body! She kept it covered so much that she kind of forgot what it looked like. Her muscles were nicely toned in her arms and legs, mostly because she was an active person and not from hours spent in a gym. Though freckles covered her shoulders and upper arms, she did not mind too much in this dress. The dress was simple, a halter top, black with silver embellishment in all the right places. It accented her modest breasts, thin waist (her mother always said she had a 'sporty-frame' which meant her hips were not good for much other than swinging a bat or running a track), and long legs. Cassidy snapped back to the present as her friends burst out laughing at Niki's comment about Dee finally turning into a proper, fuckable lady. Cassidy smiled as they rounded the last corner, she was a lot of things, but fuckable had never been one of them. The four of them certainly appeared like they were out looking for trouble, and the bouncer at the hottest club in Chicago recognized that predatory gleam in their eyes, nodding them through the red velvet rope in front of a line of at least a hundred people. The music absolutely pulsated inside the club; the dance floor was crowded with couples, singles, prostitutes, businessmen, cheaters, even some club virgins who shook their bodies nervously. The lighting was intense at the dance floor, different colors illuminated everything and every so often strobe lights would flash wildly. Everything other than the dance floor was dark, only brightened by dark red lighting that barely cut through the black. Jules, Niki, and Becca were instantly in their element. They checked their coats, gave winks at anything with a penis, and scrambled onto the dance floor. As Cassidy followed suit, she laughed at her friends grinding against anyone and everyone. Cassidy waved at them, indicating that she was going to the bar for a drink. They smiled at her and Cassidy thought about how not her scene this entire night was. As she stepped up to the crowded bar, she pulled out a ten and stretched over the bar looking for the bartender. Since he was all the way at the other end of the bar, Cassidy got tired of waiting, dropped the ten on the bar and reached behind to grab two bottles of beer. Looking back at her friends, Cassidy started to head towards them until she saw them all dancing with guys way out of her league. They looked so happy and comfortable even when they were dry humping strangers on a dance floor. She would never be like that. She was too self conscious, too independent. When had independence come at a price? "And in an unexpected turn of events, and a dismal performance by the New England Patriots, the Miami Dolphins get their first win of the season, bringing their record to 1-9." Cassidy turned her attention to the blaring television that was tuned to SportsCenter and tried to twist the top of her beer open, groaning when she realized that they were not twist-offs. Well, she might as well enjoy her night one way or the other, even without a beer. As the television continued to show clips from the game, she was about to groan at Tom Brady's third interception pass of the game, when she heard a laugh and a deep voice say, "serves 'em right." She turned towards the voice, ready to argue with some meathead about a proper football game, just to argue. "Hey, pal! You don't honestly believe the Dolphins deserved to win that game?!" she asked, getting fired up. The man who was also watching the game turned to her and she instantly blushed. He was gorgeous! His hair was dark with a reddish hue, cut relatively short, and styled simply. His skin was tanned from a lot of sun exposure, and it was flawless other than a scar that ran from the just above his left eye diagonally back toward his left ear, breaking only as it crossed the eye. As his eyes focused on her, she noted their intense green color -- she didn't know if she'd ever seen eyes so rich. At first, he wore an expression of curiosity, but when he found the culprit who argued with him, a small smile touched his lips. It made Cassidy's stomach do flips. She noticed, though, that his smile was rather forced, as if it was something he did not do a lot. And, sadly, as quickly as it came, it disappeared even faster. "Well, cheaters shouldn't be winners, should they?" asked the man politely. Cassidy noticed the thick Irish accent in his voice and wondered what in the world he would be doing at a bar in Chicago watching American football instead of being on the dance floor getting ogled and suffocated by Chicago's hottest girls. "I mean, Belichek brought it on himself." That got Cassidy's goat! Handsome or not, he needed to be set straight. "Whether or not the team has had troubles in the past is irrelevant. I could single-handedly beat the Miami Dolphins after being hit by a pick up truck!" Cassidy winced. This is definitely not how you were supposed to talk to attractive guys. She bit her glossed lip, waiting for his response, half hoping he would just walk away before she managed to make a total fool of herself. "Oh, could ya now? I'd like to see tha'," said the stranger, his accent becoming thicker as he joked with her. He raised his beer bottle in a toast gesture and Cassidy instinctively brought her bottle up as well. He chuckled and raised his eyebrows at her when he saw that her beer was unopened. She giggled nervously. "Oh... I kind of helped myself but didn't have a bottle opener..." She stuttered. He gestured to her and she handed over the bottle to him. He took the bottle and leaned the neck of it against the bar. He then raised his other hand and brought it down swiftly on the head. The action popped the cap off the bottle, even though it caused quite a bit of foam to bubble up. He smiled slightly and handed the bottle back to Cassidy, raising his own bottle again. "What are we toasting to?" She asked, taken aback by the gesture. "To you winning the super bowl next year, I imagine..." he responded, a twinkle of mischief in his eye. "Quite the Pats fan, are you then? I follow the Packers myself, but it's because I actually know quality when I see it..." He stopped and waited for her response. He hadn't expected to find a spitfire like her at this godforsaken place. In fact, he had just wanted to be left alone. Cassidy shook her head, "No, actually I'm a huge Packer fan too but I'm a sports journalist so I'm supposed to be impartial." He nodded, looking down at his beer, "Well, you're not doin' a very good job of it, are you?" Cassidy smiled back but just as she was about to introduce herself, Becca grabbed her shoulder. Cassidy jumped a foot at the contact, but Becca did not seem to notice her surprise. "Dee! There you are! Stop being such a wallflower! We found this great guy for you!" And before she could do anything about it, Becca had pulled her away from the bar and onto the dance floor. Cassidy frowned back at the mystery man, but too many people stood between her and him. Dang she thought She didn't even get one last look. The music cut away briefly, so Becca used the silent opportunity to tap on a tall man's shoulder. The man turned around and everyone inhaled. The man was not more attractive than others in the room, but his eyes smoldered and every move he made looked sensual, dangerous. "Dee, this is the guy I was telling you about. This is..." Becca suddenly looked rather dazed, like she couldn't remember why she was in the room. Cassidy leaned down to look in her face but the man Becca had been about to introduce stepped between them and extended his hand, "Hello, I'm Garrett." His voice was rich and smooth, like the rest of him. As he spoke, Cassidy forgot all about Becca and as soon as she made contact with him, she wanted to fall to her knees and mouth fuck him... hard. Cassidy shook her head, where had that thought come from? She had never really had a wicked thought like that about anyone, but this man seemed to bring that out in everyone. Tongue-tied, Cassidy finally revealed her own name, but a moment later, the music came blaring back on and Garrett moved to dance with her. He grabbed the small of her back and brought her close to him, so that their hips were touching. He began to move suggestively against her, and, for once, Cassidy did not fight it. She ground her hips back into his, feeling unfulfilled and angry that clothing came between them. After only a couple of songs, her pussy was pooling with moisture and every time he flashed his eyes over hers, she swore she suffered a minor orgasm. Her knees would become weak and he would have to support her. Finally, she could take it no more, his look, his touch, his teasing, the suggestive music...it all spoke to her. She moved closer to him and moved her full lips up to his ear and whispered, "I need you to fuck me. Right now. Outside." Cassidy could barely believe herself as she grabbed his hand and robotically moved to the door. Once outside, the cold air hit her and she shook her head, not believing what she had done. She turned to Garrett to tell him that this was just a big mistake, but she made eye contact with him again and she groaned. Her pussy was positively aching with need only he could fulfill! She moved to kiss him and he pushed them into a dark alleyway, threw his coat on the ground and proceeded to lay her down upon it. She moaned and groaned as he kissed her, his tongue coming into contact with hers. The act woke her up. She didn't want this! She pushed at his shoulders to get him to stop, but he pressed on. He removed his lips only long enough to say, "You wanted this too, slut!" He slapped her across the face and she saw stars as her head snapped. The sting lasted only a moment but it was long enough for him to pull her halter top down and expose her breasts. She screamed at him to get off, but he continued. In fact, he seemed more agitated that she continued to fight him, as if he expected her to just let the act of rape happen. He was strong, though, and her attempts to punch, kick, bite, and scratch at him seemed to be completely futile, but she did manage to scratch a segment of his neck with her nails and she felt his blood trickle under her nails. He screamed in anger but continued his assault, licking his lips. She lay back on his coat, planning her next attack as he clawed under the dress and pawed at her thighs which she refused to open without a fight. He raised his hand to hit her upside the head again and at the same moment she kicked with all her might...straight at his groin. He seized up briefly, but his anger seethed out of him so voraciously that he began to beat her anywhere he could reach her. She felt nothing but pain, and she was positive that she heard her bones snapping like twigs. A searing pain stabbed at her neck. Her vision was getting fuzzy. She couldn't believe that she was going to die like this. Suddenly, Cassidy was vaguely aware of Garrett being pulled off of her body. She tried to look around and she thought she must be blacking out. From what she could see, Garrett was being held against the chain link fence that blocked the rest of the alleyway, but he wasn't being forced against it by anything she could see. Glancing around, she thought she saw the gorgeous man from the bar standing above her, staring at Garrett's unmoving body. "You don't rule anybody, anymore, Hunt..ahhhhhhhhhh!" Garrett attempted to talk back to the stranger from the bar, but he keeled over, screaming in pain. Cassidy could not understand what was causing Garrett's pain, other than the stranger's dark stare. "No, I don't rule anybody, Koritt. I simply follow decency. And where you are going, you should too," the stranger answered. Quicker than humanly possible, the stranger moved to Garrett's body and slashed a gash across the man's face, exactly mirrored to the scar that the stranger possessed across his eye. As Garrett screamed in pain, Cassidy heard fear override pain as the stranger's hands went to either side of Garrett's head and twisted. Instantly, Garrett's screaming ceased and his body crumpled to the ground. Cassidy heaved a sigh of relief as she stared into Garrett's lifeless eyes. Blackness was seeping into her line of vision, but she saw the stranger's boots slowly walking towards her before she was engulfed in welcomed unconsciousness. Forever Owned Ch. 03 Cassidy stirred slowly, one sense awakening at a time. It was a smell that had roused her, a sweet and pleasant smell that reminded her of summer at her childhood cabin on Lake Michigan. It smelled like wet earth and cool night air. As the smell wrapped itself around her, her other senses emerged. She heard pounding music and loud voices, though the sounds were muffled and somewhat distant. Slowly, she realized that she was not sleeping in her own bed, where she usually required complete quiet to fall asleep. She felt warm, though. The blanket that she was wrapped in was flannel, it had that comfortable downy feeling that blankets only got when they had been used for years. She cracked her eyes open, wincing as dim lighting hit her retinas. Where was she? The room she was in was dark, two windows were covered by thick curtains, though it was obvious that it was dark outside as well. The room was small and sparse. She lay on a dark wood futon that was cushioned nicely. Colors were hard to make out in the dim lighting, but she was pretty sure the walls were a slate gray color. The ceilings were high and accented with dark wooden beams, the floors were also a worn dark wood but the entire room looked as if it had been well cared for over the years. A grey, red and black area rug covered the floor near the futon. The only light in the room came from a wood burning fireplace in the corner of the room. Cassidy rose slightly off the futon, grasping the comforter around her. She smiled slightly at the pattern on the comforter, which appeared to be frolicking orange moose and pine trees. It did not exactly fit in with the rest of the room. As she clasped the comforter closer to her body she gasped as she realized she was naked under the blanket. What had happened?! "I brought you here after you were hurt..." Cassidy jumped at the unexpected voice, nearly dropping the comforter from her bare bosom. She whipped her head around and saw the stranger from the bar standing very still near the fireplace. He made no move towards her and did not seem very threatening, but as the whole club night came back to her; the bar, Garrett, the near-rape, the fight between him and this stranger. Cassidy began to back up on the comforter and gave a little involuntary squeak as she did so. Oh yeah, that should fend off the crazy axe murderer. "Please...don't be nervous. I promise not to hurt you..." Cassidy relaxed slightly. Apparently her rescuer was not very chatty... "Where am I?" She asked, checking her voice. Her voice cracked, her throat was dry. She licked her lips but it did not do much good. He took a tentative step towards her, she saw him bring his left hand up and rub the back of his neck. She smiled slightly, thinking that he looked a lot like her when she was nervous and twirled her hair. "I can't tell you where exactly, but you're in my apartment above a bar called 'Whistler's Gulch.' That's the sound downstairs...it's almost 2 AM on November 3rd. You've been unconscious for almost five days. You got pretty beat up by...by tha' guy in the bar and you had to heal a bit..." She noticed that he didn't really seem to look at her in the eye, his gaze shifted to nearly every other space of the room. She took a moment to gather her thoughts. She couldn't believe that she had been unconscious for five days, but, moving around, she realized that bones she thought had been broken seemed only slightly sore and her pale skin that normally bruised so easily, appeared clear. She had to get some better answers. First things first. "Who are you?" The man glanced towards her quickly and the second that their eyes met, Cassidy felt an array of emotions; intense sorrow, overwhelming loss, suspicion, curiosity, and (perhaps most of all) a crushing sense of longing. Immediately, Cassidy wanted to move to him and comfort him -- only a man with a very sordid past could look like that. Almost as instantly as the feelings came over her, they stopped. As he made no move to answer her, she repeated, "Who are you?" He sighed, "I apologize. It's been a long time since my verbal skills were necessary. My name is Hunter, and I'm quite possibly your greatest enemy..." Cassidy squinted her eyes at him, trying to deduce what he could possibly mean. He had somehow saved her life, he had nursed her back to health, allowed her to sleep in his rooms and now he was telling her that he was somehow dangerous. "How do you mean?" Cassidy asked timidly. Without missing a beat, the stranger began rattling, "Your name is Cassidy Delia Bennett, but everyone close to you calls you Dee. You love sports of all kinds, but classic team sports are your favorites. You're 22 years old. You hate your freckles. Your parents still live in the UP of Michigan, you have four older brothers. You love country music, but you're often embarrassed by the fact. You hate that you don't fit in with other women in Chicago. Your greatest fear is not getting the most out of your life. You have an orange tom cat named Jasper, but you really want a dog even though your apartment doesn't allow them. You once tried blonde highlights in your hair but then hid it in ball caps for three months. You don't watch much television but you love Gilmore Girls, SportsCenter, and How I met your Mother. You love comedy movies. You want to get married someday, but only to someone who appreciates your career goals..." She raised her hand to stop him, "Okay. How do you know all that? Have you been stalking me? Sitting outside my window at night jerking a load?" His lips twitched as if he wanted to smile but couldn't bring himself to do it. "No, nothing like that. I am..." he stopped talking and his ears pricked slightly. She started to ask what was going on, but she shushed her. "I'll give you answers, I promise...but we need to leave. Right now. Get dressed..." he threw a pair of jeans and a white 'wife beater' tank top along with the thong she wore the night of the club and the matching bra. She blushed slightly but started to change as he turned around. Just as she had zipped up the jeans she went to move towards him to tell him to just take her home when the door to the room exploded inwards. Cassidy screamed and Hunter pushed her gently against the wall and blocked her from whatever it was coming in the door. After the dust had cleared she saw two hideous faces standing the doorway. Both looked vaguely human, one male and one female, but their brows were wrinkled sinisterly, their mouths were turned into menacing growls. She gasped as the man on the left spoke, "Give her up, Hunter! She drew blood! No one has a claim on her except Raius! Especially after you killed Koritt without cause!" Glancing at Hunter to see his reaction to all of this, she gasped as she saw his handsome facial features had morphed into faces like their attackers. His seemed more human though, she couldn't put her finger on why but he still looked extremely handsome. His sensual mouth opened to speak and she saw his incisors were twice their normal size. Cassidy shook her head, this was like something out of Buffy the Vampire Slayer... "Raius will not have her," was all Hunter said before the two attackers fell on the floor -- writhing in pain. Hunter turned to her, his face back to normal, "Out the window! Now." Cassidy moved towards the window, but suddenly she was tripped up. She looked down at a pain shooting up her leg and saw that the female had grabbed her ankle and was pulling her down to the ground with a superhuman strength that seemed impossible. Behind her, Hunter hissed, and the woman began screaming again and as she took her hand away from Cassidy's flesh, Cassidy noticed that the woman's palm was smoldering and beginning to painfully blister. Hunter grabbed Cassidy's hand and before she could stop him, they had climbed upon the windowsill and he had picked her up as if she weighed nothing. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, screaming as she felt them step off the sill. She opened her eyes moments later, realizing that the snapping of broken bones that she had expected never came. She felt her rapid breath and noticed that Hunter did not seem to have the same affliction of fear as her. She looked up into his dazzling green eyes and her breath quickened even more. He was staring at her with an intensity she had never known before. Suddenly, he dropped her. She was so unprepared for it that she ended up landing straight on her tailbone. She cursed out loud and she heard Hunter wince and chuckle above her, before offering her his hand. She graciously accepted and he pulled her up. When their hands met, heat flooded up her arm and little waves fluttered in her belly. He broke the contact quickly. She looked around and saw they were outside a seedy little motel, surrounded by trees. She saw lightning in the distance and could feel static in the air...a storm was coming. He started to walk towards the motel office but she chased after him and blocked him, "What the heck do you think you are doing?!" she practically screamed at him. He seemed surprised by her outburst but he stopped and looked at her, "Checking us in?" She shook her head, "Ohhhhh no, mister. You owe me answers! What the hell was that back there?! Who are you?!!" He sighed, "I'll explain everything, but can I do it in a room that will keep us dry? We only have a few moments to spare." He continued to walk towards the office and Cassidy started laughing uncontrollably. It seemed as if everything over the past week was releasing itself in a fit of laughter. She laughed so hard that tears were rolling down her face and she barely noticed that Hunter had grabbed her hand and was leading her towards a room. The second that he unlocked the door to room 12, the sky opened up and big fat raindrops began pelting them. He ushered her inside and shook his head like a dog, spraying her with some water from his hair. Even wet, he looked like a god. Cassidy moved to sit on the big queen bed that was in the center of the room, barely noticing as he fussed around the room, turning on the heat and locking the door. Finally he sighed and moved to sit by her, though not close enough to come into contact with her. She looked at him as he gathered his thoughts. She frowned, he seemed so tired. She moved her hand up to his flawless face. He seemed surprised by the contact, but he welcomed it. His skin was tan, but freezing. She slowly traced the line of his scar back to his left ear and scooted closer to him. She heard his intake of breath but continued to allow her ministrations. She ran her fingers through his short, russet hair, smiling at its softness. "You know what I am." He stated simply. She stopped her actions and lowered her hands, surprisingly, though, he grasped her hand with his own and squeezed it slightly. She nodded, "I think so. I mean...I never thought...vampires actually exist?" "Yes. But we are no' like the vampires from stories. We are much more terrible..." Listening to him, she spun towards him and brought her legs up to the bed, ready for a long story. She grinned listening to his Irish brogue...despite herself, she found it sexy. "We are mostly unaffected by sunlight or holy water, though prolonged exposure to sunlight is vaguely annoying and some of the youngest of us can be burned by it. We don't sleep in crypts or are killed by stakes through the heart. We live amongst our prey. We have our own societies and monarchies. The entire 'life' purpose of a vampire is to become powerful or stand aside for others to do so. Many of us have special powers that we are endowed with at our creation. Some are more useful than others and some even help on the rise for power. Because of it, we can live eternally if you are good at it..." He seemed lost for words. She understood; he must rarely have to explain this whole thing. "How do you gain power? Do you have any powers that others don't have?" She surprised herself by asking questions. She realized that he did not scare her, even though he should. He nodded but answered slowly, "Yes, I have some powers that others of my kind do not. Power can be gained a few different ways. Many of the specialized powers come when a vam...a vampire is created. Frankly, no one really understands it fully. The theory is that the more painful and terrible the transition from human to vampire is, the more power is instinctual. Power beyond that is gained by killing vampires more powerful than yourself...dethroning them so-to-say." "You can throw others across the room. You can hold them in place just by looking at them. You can read minds. You don't get hurt easily. You move quicker than anything I've ever seen. You can cause unimaginable pain without touching anyone. You can sense danger coming... how much of that is a normal vampire and how much is you?" Cassidy asked, almost scared of the answer. He rubbed the back of his neck and coughed slightly, "Well, most vampires can read minds very easily. Most have enhanced senses...they can hear, smell, taste, and move things more intensely than humans. Most have immeasurable strength and can heal quickly. The rest...well...much of what I can do are specialized powers. You've named most of them..." Her mouth dropped open. Most of them?! That means... "So, you are very powerful?" He shrugged, and she took that as a reluctant 'yes.' "What did Garrett mean when he said 'you don't rule anybody anymore?'" He closed his eyes, lost in thought, "Back when I was first created, I was very power-hungry. And I rose in power rather quickly. I ruled a monarchy for a while... I guess technically I still do because I have never been challenged for it...but I no longer act upon it." "Wow." Cassidy realized there were not words for what he was telling her, "What about what that vampire at your apartment said? About handing me over? About Garrett?" He winced again, "I'm so sorry..." "What?!" She began to panic. He began again, "Koritt was my brother. Not by blood," he explained quickly, "But our creators were the same man. He always was jealous of my instinctive power and fought me on nearly everything I earned. His special power was manipulating feelings of those around him, and he often used it for rape. When I saw him at the club I knew what he was going to do and I had to stop him. Unfortunately, I was too late before you drew his blood. In vampire society, a human drawing blood on a vampire is the equivalency of a blood claim. It means that if Koritt were to have survived, he would be the only vampire who had a claim to drain you, change you, enslave you... basically touch you in any manner." Cassidy sighed in relief, thank god he was dead. "Why do you call him Koritt? Was his name actually not Garrett?" Side-stepping, Hunter explained, "When vampires are created, they are given a 'true' name. Many vampires keep their human names as everyday names because knowing another vampire's true name gives you some power over them. Koritt was his true name while Garrett was the name he had when he was human." "Is Hunter your true name or human name?" She asked, but he shook his head. She realized that she may never get that answer. Hunter began again, "Unfortunately, because I hastily...got rid of Koritt...it means that technically your blood claim moves to Garrett's creator...my creator, Raius." Cassidy shuddered at the name, not knowing why. At this point, she realized that she felt very cold in her light layer of clothing and she started to shiver. Hunter seemed to notice as well, "You're freezing. You should take a hot shower. I'll dig through some things of mine and find you something warmer." Cassidy nodded, not quite sure how to respond now knowing that her suspicions were true and that things she had thought were only bed time stories were really true. She turned back to Hunter, "Does this mean that I am going to be hunted? That I am on the run?" Hunter was silent, but one of his rare smiles donned his face and he answered, "I will not let anything happen to you. This is my fault. But frankly...I may be your only answer." Cassidy flipped her dark hair and headed towards the bathroom, shivering all the way. After allowing the hot water to cascade over her sore body for almost an hour, Cassidy stretched and stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. She noticed that Hunter set a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved t-shirt on the dry sink for her to sleep in. He thinks of everything she chuckled to herself. After changing, she stepped silently into the main room. She smiled slightly as she saw Hunter sprawled out on the queen sized bed, sleeping. In his sleep, he looked so normal. The sorrow that normally overrode his features disappeared and he even had a slight crooked smile. She moved towards him and went to brush his face with her hand like she had before, not being able to help herself. At the first slight contact she made with him he woke and grabbed her, rolling her body underneath his own, his face back to the taunt vampire face. He held her completely immobile and even squeezed her arms above her head. She yelped loudly, and recognition crossed Hunter's face. His skin relaxed and his teeth shrunk back to normal size. He stared down at her unmoving, lithe, slim body but made no move to release her, though his grip became much softer. She stared into his clear green eyes, and he smiled as he looked into her amber ones. Her small, pert breasts were heaving due to the scare factor. He sighed as he felt his member pressing painfully against the denim of his jeans. He tried to ignore her. All he had wanted was to help this girl that had caught his attention so fully when he so rarely found someone that entertained him as she did. He found himself entranced in her stubbornness, her bravery, her nonjudgmental questioning of the life he had come to hate. Moments passed with neither one of them moving, other than Cassidy's breathing, which had slowed considerably. Ever so slowly, testing his self-control, Hunter moved his face towards Cassidy's. Her scent engulfed him, and he nearly lost control right there. As he got closer, she moaned ever so slightly, and that was the end of him. He crushed her lips with his own. Cassidy lost control of herself the second they came into contact with each other. Her tongue strained to dance with his, her hands wrapped around the base of his neck and traveled up to run her fingers through his downy hair. In the back of her mind, she worried that she might cut her tongue on his sharp incisors but it was a fleeting thought. Her brain was soon too filled with his scent, his taste, his feel, to worry at all about such trivial things. She smiled as she felt the muscles in his neck and shoulders twitch under her touch. His mouth worked magic on her lips -- his taste was like a magical elixir...she couldn't get enough of him! She felt his hands run down her shoulders and down the side of her stomach and down to her hips. His touch was gentle, but it caused a fire at her skin and ice to flow in her veins. Moisture pooled at her pussy lips. She didn't know if she had ever been so turned on. The broom-closet, groping make out sessions that she'd had with her college boyfriends could not compare to this onslaught of pure lust. His lips crept away from her lips and down the base of her neck. She arched her back to offer more skin to him, but as she did, he flew backwards and backed up against the wall. His eyes were closed, his face turned from her. She noticed for the first time that his breath was not erratic like hers, in fact...he did not breath at all. Cassidy sat up, pushing her raven locks out of her face, noting that her pale skin must be bright red with excitement and embarrassment. Forever Owned Ch. 03 She looked quizzically at him, but he did nothing more than whisper in a barely audible voice, "I'm sorry." Suddenly, his body twisted and cringed, his bones elongated and popped. She inhaled quickly, not knowing what to expect, but the next second a large wolf stood at the end of the bed. His coat was shiny and sleek, his muscles strong. His eyes, though, were jade green as they squinted into Cassidy's face. The wolf, Hunter, threw his head back and howled a long, mournful cry. Cassidy's heart stopped at the sound, it cut her to the core. Hunter, as the wolf, sprinted to the door and it flew open, apparently on its own (though she suspected that he was vaguely telekinetic as well, among his many apparent talents). Without a glance back at her, he ran at full speed into the pelting rain. She stood and moved to the window, watching his retreating figure as it disappeared into the thick tree line. She exhaled...What had she done wrong? And where was he going? Cassidy thought she would never get to sleep that night, but it seemed that her five day comatose state did nothing to quell exhaustion. Minutes after she laid her head down on the surprisingly fluffy pillow, she was deep asleep, dreaming about stunning green eyes and a mysterious face.