1 comments/ 8723 views/ 2 favorites Fire and Ice Ch. 04 By: Darlantan Fire and Ice 4. The Final Act. Scott Graham, codenamed Mythril, escaped Generation 6.1, prodigy in cryogenic telepathic manipulation, beloved of Ember and rather muscular lord of ice frowned at Kendra Jackson-Graham, codenamed Ember, renegade Generation 6.1, extremely powerful and volatile pyrokinetic, beloved of Mythril and rather sensually mindblowing mistress of fire. Kendra popped the lollipop out of her mouth and affected an innocent look. Scott tried to keep the smile from his face, and failed, and Kendra loosed a devilish grin on him. "Sweetheart, please, I'm trying to concentrate here. You're very distracting." Kendra shrugged, her tight top pressed against her chest as she twisted on the spot, writhing in apparent nervousness. "I ought to take that as a compliment, but right now, I'm really just interested in fucking you." Scott sighed and shook his head in exasperation. "That's five times in the last three hours. Can I just..." Kendra sighed and sat down dejectedly. "It's your brother's fault. Whatever he did to me, its still racing through my system. I know its hard to handle, but I just wanna be handled." Marrack pushed himself off the wall and walked over to the fidgeting ebony beauty. Scott stood up, but his brother waved him off. The sorcerer pressed a quick hand against her forehead, and something flashed in her eyes. Kendra shook her head and sat up very quickly. Marrak paid little attention to her, but went back to his slumped position against the wall. "What did you do to me?" The sorcerer shrugged as he settled himself in comfortably. "I'm sin, my dear sister. I know it, I am it, and I can force it. You have a lust for my brother, well, lust is a sin, and something I'm quite familiar with. Something I can induce." Kendra sniffed, then her eyes blazed with power, and Marrack sat up and swore as fire burst up from his crotch. The conjurer ran to the sink, but the fire was already gone. The pyrokinetic sniffed again, and turned her back on him. "Well don't induce anything else." Scott settled in to the computer screen, although his huge, broad-shouldered frame seemed unfitting for such a place. His face was intent on the flickering light of the computer screen, which had already given him a headache. He scanned the readout several times before realising what he was seeing. "I'm in..." His voice was disbelieving, and hushed, and at first, the others didn't understand. When he didn't move, Kendra sat up quickly and moved to his side. "Classified, Level 19 security override disabled, Level 4 classification document. Authorised persons only to view." She read the words and gave a short laugh. "You did it, babe. Now what?" Scott shrugged and continued reading. "Well, now we know, we read up. There's got to be more 6.1's out there, and if there's more in the Centre, then maybe they'd be interested in taking it down." He downloaded the file, and the printer began to spew out three copies of the files. Scott reached down and ripped the cord out of the wall, disconnecting the Internet. He had no idea whether they could trace something that quick, but he preferred to err on the side of caution. The printer finished and Scott grabbed the copies and then his jacket. The trio made their way across the car park and into the large truck that they had commandeered the night before. Marrack slid into the back seat, and Kendra jumped in the passenger side. Scott looked back at the library and rubbed his chin. He looked around, but couldn't see any other cars in the area. This would have been strange, except that it was nearly nine o'clock at night, and not the general time for anyone other than cramming students to visit the library. Kendra reached over and started the truck, and Scott turned and handed her the files. The truck roared as he slammed the gears and lurched forwards. Kendra handed one set of files over the back to Marrack, who began to pour over them. "Looks like you were right, little brother. Its all here. We're not that alone after all. There's another half-dozen 6.1's running around. Jesus, listen to this guy." "Robert Dellapane. Codename: Steel. Recovered three years ago in undisclosed national park. Severe mental and physical trauma. Non-mental manifestations of the Generation 6 treatments. Physical manifestations biomechanical enhancement of bone structure. Superhuman strength. Physical manifestations also include extra-dermal growths, akin to metal nodules." Marrack looked up. "Fucking steel tumours. Jesus." Kendra winced as she read on. "Bone structure inflexible and incompatible with human movement. Fuck. Poor guy can't even move right. Look here, babe, it says he's had severe mental difficulty in adjusting to the modifications the Centre has done. No fucking shit. They turn him into a freak, then fuck him up more." Scott braked as they came up to a rail crossing, and leant over and squeezed Kendra's thigh reassuringly. Marrack turned the page and murmured to himself for a moment. "This is like a roll-call for freaks and monsters anonymous. Listen, Culann Davids, Codename Venom. Non-mental manifestations of Generation 6 treatments. Physical manifestations include complete invulnerability to any toxins introduced, included viral, airborne, liquid and bacterial. Naturally occurring poisons and venoms also ineffective. Possible military applications." "His adrenal gland has somehow transmuted to deal with the toxins, and every single pore and cell in his body secretes poison." Kendra touched the page with one trembling hand. "He'll never know what it's like to touch someone. Jesus." Marrack gave a low whistle from the back seat. "Now we're talking." The train went past, and the lights went off. Scott leant back in his seat as he drove through the dark streets. Finally, they came to the motel they were staying in. He looked out to the west, to the snow capped peaks that hid the Centre, and what they did. His fist clenched, and he calmed himself with a great deal of effort. Kendra and Marrack continued to read as they walked to the door, neither noticing the polished mercedes parked beside their door. Scott slowed as the door opened, and no light came on. His fist clenched, and ice crept over his sun-darkened skin. Marrack stopped at the door and looked up, but a feral look crossed his face, and he gave a harsh laugh. "Doctor Lotus, to what do we owe the honour?" Angela Lotus stood with one hip jutting out to the side, one manicured hand resting lightly. The other held a smoking cigarette, which she brought up to her mouth and took a long, sultry drag of. Scott looked around, but they were alone in the car park. Lotus raised her hand from her hip to her blouse, and pulled the corner down. Covering her right nipple, and spreading over the rest of her breast, was a black spider-web of veins, with six points above and below. Marrack laughed as she began to twist her nipple with two fingers, a cruel and sadistic laugh. Scott looked back and forth at the two and unclenched his fist, the ice falling from it with sharp cracks. Kendra's eyes lost their fiery glow, saying more clearly than words how on edge she had become. Marrack stepped forwards and handed his papers to Scott, who glared at him. "I've more important things to do tonight, brother. This woman wants my cock, who would I be to deny her that privilege? We could all be dead tomorrow night, so tonight should be steeped in sin, don't you think, Doctor?" The conjurer's mocking words oozed like honey over Lotus's skin, and her eyes blazed as he led her towards his room. Kendra shook her head. "I don't believe it. I just don't believe it." Scott nodded wordlessly and then shook his head. "C'mon, lets go. We can free the rest of these Gen 6.1's tonight, if we're lucky. If we're even luckier, maybe some of them will join us, and want to be freed." Kendra nodded wordlessly and preceded her lover into the motel room. They sat on the bed and poured over the rest of the files. Three doors down, Lotus walked out of the bathroom, tying off her second pigtail. Marrack hung his full-length leather coat up on the door; the vivid blues, reds and purples of the runes etched into the inside of the material stood in stark contrast to the sheer black of the leather. Marrack liked darkness. He turned as Lotus dropped her own gown to the floor. She had black latex boots on that rose to mid thigh, and crotchless black panties with intense red lace trimmings. Her breasts were encased in more of the racy red and black lace, with two adjoining nipple clamps. She still had the tail end of the cigarette in her mouth, and took a final drag, sinking to her knees. Marrack pulled his shirt off and undid the buckle on his thick belt. Lotus moved forwards on her knees, and began to rub his cock through his pants. Marrack moaned and leant back against the door as she began to mouth his swollen shape through his pants. He looked down at her, at her dark silken hair and naughty eyes, and watched in pure hormonal fascination as she began to pull his fly down with her teeth. Her eyes never left his, and his cock push between the leather curtains and rose to meet her lips. She smiled around his cock as she began to mouth it, teasing him. Marrack slapped her, hard enough to draw blood, but there was only lust in her eyes, the demon's venom coursing through her veins, driving her into insane lust. Lotus turned back and attacked his cock with gusto, sucking into her mouth with wet, sloppy sounds. She began to move her head down, bobbing up and down over the thick length with gusto. Marrack reached forwards and grabbed hold of her pigtails, and began to pull her head towards him in sharp, hard jerks. Lotus's eyes blazed with lust as he raped her face, until she gagged as he pushed too far. His hands shifted to her head, which he pushed onto his cock hard. He wrenched her head upwards, dragging her bodily up to stand. Marrack bent her head back and began to bite into her neck, which brought one of her legs up to rub around his hips. She pulled his head into her neck, driving him on further. The doctor began to grind her lace-covered hips into the skin of his cock, sending jolts of sensation blasting up his spine. Marrack bit hard, hard enough to break the skin, and Lotus moaned as she pulled her dark lover towards the bed. The Asian beauty lay back on the bed and Marrack slid up the length of her body, his thick 8 inches sliding along her, leaving a trail of pre-cum. He looked at the demon's venom spreading slowly across her breast, and into her blood, firing her soul with lust and gluttony. Gluttony for his cock. She began to spread her moistened lips apart and slowly draw her fingers over herself, and Marrack moved to stop her. He pulled one hand up to the bed head, and there was a metallic click as the handcuffs closed. Lotus looked up, and her eyes widened as she moved to cuff her other hand. Marrack raised her hips off the bed and caressed her buttocks with one long, slow movement, then bought his hand cracking down. A shockwave roared through Lotus as the pain and pleasure came crashing together. Marrack leant forwards and spat on her pussy, making the doctor whimper in need. He worked it inside her, moving his fingers around and coating them in her juice. Lotus opened her mouth, anticipating his next sinful wish, but Marrack instead began to push against her sphincter with his wet fingers. Lotus's mouth opened as he spread her ass passage wide with his fingers, then moved to drive his cock inside her. His hips barely moved, and all she could feel was her asshole giving way. Marrack was excruciatingly slow, and watched his paramour's face as she moved from need to pain to outright lust and then gave his hips an almighty thrust. Lotus screamed as he penetrated her fully, his eight inch cock sliding up her dry ass. He leant forwards and twisted her nipples as she lay still, being totally owned. Marrack's hands slid down her body and came to rest behind her knees. He lifted her legs high, and over his shoulders. He began to pound into her, harder and harder, and Lotus couldn't help but moan. She felt completely helpless, as though she were at his mercy. In truth, she was. Marrack's left hand curled across to hold her legs against his chest as he fucked her asshole, and his right strayed down to slap lightly at her pussy. Lotus' hips began to buck as soon as he began, and she stopped moaning to take a deep breath that shuddered out as his thumb gouged into her clit. The rough skin on his thumb drove her over, and Lotus began to cum, loudly and wetly. She exploded up into the air in a fountain of cum, covering her master's stomach and arms in her passion. Lotus shuddered several more times and then lay limp, and Marrack pulled out of her. He grabbed his cock hard, fisting himself as he rolled over onto her back. He slid into her pussy from behind, slumping down onto her body and burying himself fully. Lotus cried out softly as he filled her, and then began to move. At first, only his hips began to move, until she lay there almost comatose. Marrack grinned over her as he raised himself up off of her with his hands planted into the bed. He began to move all of his body then, sliding into her with bruising force. Lotus lay still as Marrack took her, feeling him inside of her, thick and textured. His cock, long ago scarred with burnt runes of power and lust, was the centre of her world, moving in and out and every scarred inch was blowing her mind. The sorcerer's movements began to accelerate, his rhythm driving him inside of her at the perfect angle and motion. Lotus's eyes fluttered shut as she felt her body tense again, and Marrack gasped as she gripped him like a vice. The pressure was unbelievable, and Lotus exploded again, drowning the sheets as Marrack began to piston his cock out of her. She rolled over as he came, his first burst hitting her chin, until she ducked her head to suck at his pulsating length. Her teeth slid over the rough skin under his head, and Marrack gave a hoarse yell as he blasted another load down the back of her throat. Lotus's cheeks hollowed and her throat clenched around him as she swallowed his seed and milked his cock for all he could give her. Marrack sagged back down onto the sheets and closed his eyes as Lotus cleaned his cock of all she could, her tongue rimming his head and making him moan in pure pleasure and torment. "Wonder what those other idiots are spending tonight doing?" Kendra yawned and opened the window, stretching in the cool night breeze. Scott glanced at her, then his vision focussed on the taut material stretching across his lover's nipples. Kendra's long, dark braids hung low against the curve of her neck, and over her ear. Scott sighed and threw the paper down on the bed. "So what do we have?" Kendra turned on the television and moved up to sit at the head of their paper-strewn bed. "Well, we've got more of an idea about everything, which is always good. Before tonight, I didn't even know I had a code name. Ember. Almost like it." Scott grunted. "Yeah, they probably only gave you something like that in case you decided to come back to the flock." The dark-skinned beauty regarded him with her chocolate brown eyes for a moment. "And I'll bet you never knew that your brother had powers before, either. Psychic senses enabling him to see and wield transitional lines of power that criss-cross the world. That's how come he deals with demons and ghosts. Because he's one of the few that can summon without magic. Heavy. So who else do we have, aside from Steel and Venom?" Scott moved to lay beside his wife and she laid her head on his thickly muscled shoulder. "Lets see here, we have Muse, Amanda Marcum. The covert diplomatic ace in the hole. Able to affect wavering decisions one way or the other, mental persuasion or outright control if necessary. Telepathic diplomat, huh?" Kendra nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder and neck and laid a hand on his chest. "I've got one you might like. Jennifer Rosdon, codenamed Musk. She's a stimulator, stimulating feelings of lust and sexual frustration to levels almost akin to schizophrenia or insanity. Bit of a hottie, too." Scott snorted. "I kinda like Betty Paige, telekinetic that threw one of the Centre space stations about eight k's out off orbit. By accident. Massive damage control on that one. She's someone we'd almost have to have on side. Says here she's being put in permanent cryostasis until measures become available to control her powers." Kendra frowned as she stifled a yawn. "Permanent cryostasis ain't exactly cheap. Not that the Centre couldn't afford it, but wonder where..." Scott shrugged, feeling her hair move against his arm. "Could have been next door to my room. All that cold had to go somewhere. They could have channelled it, funnelled it or something." Kendra nodded. "Last?" Scott threw the papers off the bed with a sigh. "But definitely not least. The one that all the others are afraid of, and can only be approached and studied through video surveillance. Paul Bell, telepathic specialising in primal brain functions, mood swings. Happy, sad, angry, the extremes. He might be one our easy converts. The file says he's had several intense battles with guards. Bit of a live wire." Kendra reached over and switched off the lamp beside the bed, leaving the room lit by only the flashing light of the television. "I can't believe its all coming to a head. What sort of chance do we have?" Scott took a deep breath and enfolded Kendra in his arms. "I don't know kitten. I really don't. But either we go up against them, or we run from them forever." She sighed and her hands shook slightly. Scott looked down and kissed her forehead tenderly. Kendra looked up, and Scott started as he saw the tears in her eyes. "Make love to me," she whispered. "Make love to me like you'll never see me again." Scott held her to him for an eternity, until her hips moved against him. Part of him didn't want to, didn't want it to end. Another part, the stronger part, only wished to hold his wife through the night. He was slow to rise, with no lust racing through his veins, and no fun. His mind swept back to their first, wondrous love making, his first. The awkwardness and tentativeness of it all. Then came joy, and fun, and lust, pure and unadulterated lust. Now, what would happen if he never held her again? He slid inside her after several moments, the feel of her body against his natural and right. Scott moved inside of his wife, feeling her move against him, moaning softly. She wept still, and he kissed at her tears, his heart breaking. She shook her head and pulled him down closer to her, so he couldn't see her crying. Her body shook and Scott's heat fell away. They clung to one another like frightened children through the night, never moving, never sleeping. As day dawned over the mountains that hid the Centre, there was a knock at the door. Kendra sighed and her arms tightened around her husband. Marrack's voice came through the closed door. "Let's go, little brother. It's the time." To Be Concluded. Fire and Ice Ch. 04-05 Sorry about that cliffhanger, I tried to get the next chapter out as quickly as possible. Also, I apologize that it seems to be taking so long for these two to get together. They have a mind of their own, and I guess they don't like to rush into things. Thanks for reading, enjoy! Chapter 4 As I drove home that night, my fingers gripped the wheel tightly, white knuckled. I didn't fear for my safety—something inside of me trusted Adam, although I had no real reason to. The fact of the matter was, he could have killed me at any time during any one of our interactions, but he hadn't. That seemed to say that I was safe. It occurred to me how strange it was that Adam was the last vampire on earth. Wasn't it possible that there was another one, somewhere? I would have to ask him when I saw him in class tomorrow. I understood what he had told me about vampirism—it made sense that it could be considered a blood-borne disease. In fact, he had presented the argument so logically that I felt a little miffed that I hadn't thought of it on my own. As I pulled up in front of my apartment, I parked, locked my car, and walked inside the building, traipsing up the stairs to my front door. I pressed my key into the lock, jiggling the handle a bit to open the door, and stepped into the darkness of my living room. I'd forgotten to leave a light on in my hurry to leave, and I fumbled around a bit, searching the walls for the light switch. Once I flipped it on, light flooded my small apartment, illuminating the old thrift store furniture surrounding an ancient TV set. A small dining area was to my left, divided by a counter extending towards me that started the kitchen. It was a small little place, clearly decorated in the 70's, with brownish-red counter tops and brown oak cabinets, no dishwasher, and no washer and dryer. I had always liked my apartment—I thought it was well-furnished for me being a college student, and I was proud that I had always been able to afford to live on my own by simply using my work-study money wisely. But after visiting Adam's apartment, the light shining overhead made it look dismal, dingy, and unworthy of the amount of time I had put into it. I sighed and slung my bag from my shoulders, dropping it on the floor next to the door. I slipped out of my clothes as I walked to my room, uncaring that I was leaving a trail from the door to the bedroom, and when I had gotten everything off except for my bra and panties, I sat on the bed, staring silently at the wall. So. Adam was a vampire. That didn't mean anything, right? He was still my friend; I was still going to hang out with him. We could still study together. He would still help me pass my classes. No big deal, right? Except, it was. Everything that I had started to find out about Adam suddenly seemed small and insignificant compared to the major detail of his race. I had always prided myself on being open-minded and accepting, but as I sat on the edge of my bed, I found myself judging someone simply because of what their DNA looked like. I groaned in frustration and laid back, my legs still dangling off of the bed from my knees down. One thing was certain—ever since Adam had come along, my life had become a lot more complicated. The next morning I shouldered my bag as I walked into my 8 am Microbiology class. I yawned, scanning the room for Adam, as I contemplated at the fact that this class would be much easier to pass if they would only offer it at a later time. A pair of gorgeous hazel-grey eyes locked on mine and I made my way over to go sit with him. I set my bag down next to me and pulled out the chair, sitting next to him. "Hey." "Hi." "No chai today?" He asked as he noticed me yawning again. I shook my head 'no'. "I didn't have time. I had barely even rolled out of bed 30 minutes ago." Adam smiled, "Gotta stop with those late nights, Em." I smiled, and conversation ceased as we both sat, silently reviewing the events of last night. As awkward as it was, I was just glad that Adam had still shown up and was sitting next to me. A small burst of uneasiness had welled within me when I had walked into the class room and not seen him right away. My thoughts were interrupted as our professor walked into the classroom. Dr. Benita Benton was a small, frail looking old woman with pure white hair and coke-bottle lenses. Her back hunched over, almost as if it was tired of supporting her altogether-too-large brain. She was a brilliant scientist but a poor teacher, unable to convey the wealth of information that mulled in her mind simply because she couldn't possibly understand how we didn't understand. It was like she was Sherlock, I was Watson, and what was 'elementary' to her required a severe amount of explanation for me. Thank god for Adam. She was wearing her normal color, brown; a brown cardigan sweater buttoned up all the way with a white blouse underneath it, the collar poking out, and a brown pencil skirt. She was the epitome of boring, and her voice matched perfectly. She spoke in a dull monotone, quiet enough that you had to strain to hear her, which also meant that she was quiet enough to be ignored. I diligently took notes on everything Dr. Benton said; Adam sat back with his arms crossed over his chest and just listened. I stifled the urge to roll my eyes; the reason it was easy for him was because he had been alive for so long—it must have at least been a little difficult the first time! Class was let out early so we had a break before our 10 am Organic Chemistry. Adam stood idly by as I packed up my things then tilted his head a bit. "We've got over an hour. Want to go to Espresso'd?" I shrugged, fiddling with the strap on my bag, trying to make it more comfortable. "Let's go. We can even take my car, if you'd like." I hadn't realized that Adam had a car. I'd never seen it, so I nodded, "Alright. I guess I didn't get my chai this morning anyways." We walked out of the building into the parking lot and Adam pulled out a set of keys that I hadn't ever seen before. Of course, he had the remote unlock feature, and I heard the soft chirp of his car as he pressed the button. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised at his car. I mean, I already had seen his apartment. He'd obviously had a lot of time to accumulate the money required to live like he did, but still! His car was inconspicuously expensive. A black, sleek looking BMW sat in front of us. I don't know too much about cars, but his looked like it could go fast. He looked back at me and grinned. I sighed—my little 1990 Honda Accord looked like nothing now. I opened the passenger door, stepping into the car that seemed to practically ooze comfort. Adam was watching my face as I sat down. "You like it?" I bit my lower lip, "Yeah, it's nice." Adam studied my face a bit longer then sighed, "I can't tell if you're lying or not." He started up the car and it hummed with untapped potential. Honestly, it gave me goosebumps. "Yeah, I like it. But everything you do makes what I have look like shit. I'm getting a little tired of it, truthfully." Adam just looked at me, using the clutch and shifting as we pulled out of the parking lot. "That's not true, Emma. Nothing you have looks like shit." I sighed, frustrated, and began counting on my fingers, "One: You pass micro effortlessly, and I'm wasting my life slaving away at it, even with you as a tutor. Two: My apartment looks dingy, brown, and dull compared to the sleek one you have tucked away in the nice area of town. Three: You've seen my car. Enough said. Four: There's never a hair out of place on your head. Your outfit is always completely put together and I'm pretty sure you could pull off a sweatsuit if you wanted to..." I trailed off a moment as I tried to think of more to say, but I couldn't. "There's more, I just can't think of them right now," I conceded. Adam shook his head, then using his fingers on the steering wheel, began to do the same thing, "One: You have goals and you work towards them. I take micro because I'm bored. Two: There's never a hair out of place on your head, either. I've seen you pull off sweats. Three: You're supporting yourself, which is something most of these college kids have never even heard of. Four: You're not a freak of nature." I winced internally at his last statement. "You're not a freak of nature, Adam." His face didn't show any emotion, "All of the evidence seems to point towards that conclusion, Emma." We pulled up in front of the coffee shop and he turned off the engine. We sat quietly in the car for a moment before I looked over at him. "You're not a freak, or creepy, or evil Adam. You should know that by now. You shouldn't need me to tell you this." Adam looked over at me and his eyes locked on mine. "Somewhere along the line, there was a mutation in the genetic code of an individual. That mutation coded for the protein that I have in my blood. That mutation made vampires. It was a fluke, a flaw, made even stranger because that individual didn't die, but passed on this...illness to every one of its offspring. I'm a fluke, Emma. I'm a flaw that nature couldn't erase quickly enough." I placed my hand over his, "If that's the case, then everyone is a flaw. So, then I'm a flaw. All humans are flaws. The entire universe is made of flukes and flaws that weren't supposed to exist, but they do, and they thrive. You're not bad, or evil, or a freak of nature Adam. You're just a guy, who's a friend, who likes to eat weird stuff. Personally, I think you're more normal than a vegan." Adam let out a wry laugh, "Yeah, maybe." He opened up his door and stepped out of the car. I did the same. We walked into Espresso'd and I ordered my usual chai; Adam got a water. I raised an eyebrow at him. "You drink other stuff besides..." I cleared my throat, "...your usual?" Adam smiled, "You can't have life without water, Emma. You're a science major, you should know this." I blushed a little, "Right." We walked back out to his car and got in. As we drove back to campus, I sipped my chai. It was hot and it felt good as it ran down my throat. I was glad I had something to concentrate on—being in a small, enclosed space with Adam made my hormones run wild. "So, final's next week—you ready?" I shrugged. "I think so, actually. I'm just glad that winter break is almost here. I'm so tired of school, and I miss my family." Adam nodded silently, and I realized that Adam hadn't seen his family in milennia. It physically hurt my heart a bit. I put my hand over his on the shifter and he looked at me and gave a sad smile. "I'm fine, Emma. Don't worry about me. I've gotten along without a family for this long. It's not as big of a deal anymore." I didn't say anything; I could hear the hidden sadness in his voice. I cursed myself internally; I needed to be more careful of my words around Adam. That cocky little grin of his was a perfect mask to what he was feeling, and the more that I found out about him, the more I realized that he was actually a bit insecure about who, and what, he was. Not that I didn't blame him; if I was a vampire, I'd probably be pretty freaked out too. We pulled into the parking lot and Adam parked his car. We sat there, me sipping my tea, Adam sipping his water, in silence. Suddenly, Adam cleared his throat. "I'm not coming back next semester, Emma." I looked at him, struggling to comprehend the words that he had just said. "You're leaving?" It seemed impossible—I had just started to get to know him! He nodded, "After talking to you last night, I realized that I still have a lot of questions about who I am. I need more information. So, I'm going to take a year off. I'm going to travel, search the world for any evidence of others like me. Maybe I wasn't the only one to survive. I'm going to go back to Europe, especially to Greece. I really need answers." I stared at the lidded cup of chai in my hands. All of Adam's words seemed to make sense, but as a whole I couldn't seem to process them. "So...next week, finals week, is the last time I'll see you for...a while?" Adam nodded, "But I'll come back. You're the only real friend I've got in the world right now." I shouldn't be upset that he was telling me this. I shouldn't feel this bonded to him. But I could understand what he was saying. If I were him, I'd want to know everything I could too. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Well, have fun with that, I guess." Adam looked at me, his eyes pained, "You could come with me, Emma." The world seemed to stop as he said that. He wanted me to go with him? I couldn't just drop everything that I'd been working towards, my entire life, for a guy that I had met last month! I felt angry that he would even consider me to be that type of girl. "I can't go with you, Adam. I have a life here, I have responsibilities, I have goals, and I don't have eternity to achieve them." Adam grimaced as my words struck a chord within him, "I know, I didn't mean to imply..." "That I would just follow you around, like a puppy? Your 'pheromones' don't have that much of an impact, Adam." I spit out harshly. He winced. I felt a little bad, but I was more mad than anything. I wasn't just some little human pet that he could keep on a leash. I opened the passenger door, grabbing my book bag, and started walking back to the building, across the parking lot. Adam followed, walking quietly next to me. He opened the door for me and I strode past him, into the hallway, then into my classroom, where Organic Chemistry was getting ready to begin. He didn't hold that door for me, or follow me through it. When I turned to see where he was, he was nowhere to be found. I didn't see Adam for the rest of that week. We didn't study together at all, and when the weekend had come and gone with no word from him, guilt started to eat at me. I had been a little harsh. It wasn't like he was forcing me to do anything, he had just asked me to come with him on a trip that most people would have jumped at. Now it was Monday morning and I had been stressing more about Adam than about my finals. The micro final started at 1 pm. The class filed into the room nervously when Dr. Benton unlocked the door. I rummaged through my bag, getting out my pens and pencils. I kept scanning the room, but Adam was nowhere to be found. I stifled the disappointment rising in my gut and focused on the test that Dr. Benton had just placed in front of me. I passed all of my finals that week, and my second to last semester of college was completed. One more to go and I would be a graduate. As I walked out of my last final, Evolution, I noticed a figure leaning on my car. Adam. I felt my heart flutter slightly. He was here, he was waiting for me. He was looking at me, having heard me open the door to the building a while ago. "Hey Emma." "Adam, look..." "I just wanted to say goodbye before I left." "And I want to apologize." "No need, Em. I understand." I stood in front of him, just watching his facial expressions. They were carefully guarded, which meant that he was hurting, at least a little bit. "I really am, though, Adam. I wish I could come with you. It sounds like something I would love to do. I've always wanted to travel. But I only have one more semester, and then I graduate. I just have things that I want to do..." "I know, Emma. I'm sorry. Sometimes, I forget what it's like to be human, to not have unlimited amounts of time. I miss that sense of urgency, that driving feeling to complete a goal." He sighed, and his hand reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I shivered at the contact. His touch lingered, caressing my jawline, running down my neck. I felt my eyes close involuntarily as I trembled against his touch. I opened my eyes, and he was looking at me, focusing on me, concentrating like I was the only important thing in the world. I felt warmth envelope me, from my noes to the tips of my toes. His hand lingered on my neck, his touch becoming firmer, drawing me closer to him. I let go of my bag and it hung on my shoulder limply as I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him close. My cheek rested against his chest and I could hear his heart pounding behind his ribcage. His long arms came around me, his hand stroking my hair. I felt him press his lips to my forehead and a spark of electricity ran down my spine. I sighed into him, breathing him in, and let myself relax against him for a moment. I'd never been this close to Adam before, but now that he was holding onto me, and I him, I didn't want to let go. I heard him sigh painfully before he lifted his chin off of the top of my head and used a finger to lift my chin. My eyes met his and he gave a little smile, "I'll be back, Em. I've just got some searching to do." I nodded, my eyes not leaving his, and a sad little crooked smile twisted my lips, "I'll miss you, though." His grin was genuine, and his eyes seemed to glow with a happy sadness, "I'll miss you too, Emma." He gave a wry chuckle, "I haven't heard those words in a long, long time." I buried my face back in his chest, "You're worth missing, you know." Adam was silent, quietly stroking my hair. I wondered what was going through his mind. He spoke up suddenly, "You're really something, you know that, Em?" I gave a wry smile and looked up at him, "Gee, what every girl wants to hear. I'm 'really something'". Adam gave a frustrated groan, "You know what I meant, Emma." I nodded quietly and struggled to release him, trying to let him go. He seemed to sense that I was loosening my grip and held onto me all the tighter. I looked up at him with a puzzled expression on my face and suddenly, his lips were on mine. He pressed against mine with a firm softness, a gentle persistence, and I melted underneath him. I felt my legs turn to jelly as I clung to him, my arms coming up, wrapping around his neck. I felt his fingers twist through my hair and he breathed in deeply through his nose, pulling away. He gazed down at me with an intensity that I could feel within my soul. Why was I letting this man go? I squashed the small voice in my heart as we pulled away from each other. I was flushed, taking deep breaths, the intensity of the kiss shocking me. Adam gave a small grin. "That's what I meant, Emma." I looked up and saw him. I saw his eyes, the compassion and sadness lingering behind that easy grin. I saw the perfection on the outside covering a broken man who had spent 1000 years alone. A man who was my friend, who knew that I liked chai but couldn't seem to remember that I hated coffee; a man who had blood pumping through his veins just like me. I saw a student, a tutor, a listener; my friend. Taking a deep breath, I ran my fingers through my hair. "I'm really going to miss you, Adam. Come back soon, please." He just nodded and smiled, "I will. You won't have to wait for me too long." I adjusted the shoulder strap on my bag and stepped away from his car as he got into the driver seat. As soon as he was 5 feet from my body, I felt the cold chill of the December wind weasel it's way between my clothes, chilling me to my core. His car started with a roar, then quieted down as it idled. He looked up at me, gave me a small smile, then a little salute and put the car in gear, shifting into reverse, backing up and the pulling forward, out of the parking lot. I watched him go and my heart cried out. I knew that no matter how long I had to wait, I would. I would wait as long as I needed for him to come back to me. I turned and walked to my car, pulling out my cell phone. I needed someone to talk to, and since I couldn't talk to Adam, I was going to call my mom. Fire and Ice Ch. 04-05 I heard the phone ring a couple times and her familiar voice was on the other end of the line. "Hey mom." "Emma? Hey honey, is something wrong? You sound sad..." 3 days later... I sat on the plane, looking out the window at the white expanse of clouds below me. They looked so peaceful up above, it was hard to believe that beneath those clouds blizzard conditions ruled. I was flying home, back to my family for the holidays. The stress of school was behind me, at least for a little while, and I was looking forward to celebrating Christmas. I still had my Christmas shopping to do, but I planned on doing that at home. I needed to have my days planned out so I could distract myself from thinking of Adam. I would be landing within the next twenty minutes and my mom, dad, and brother would be waiting at the airport to pick me up. We would make Christmas cookies, decorate our tree, hang stockings and drink hot chocolate. I loved Christmas time. I saw the seat-belt light click on and I followed it's instructions, sitting back in my seat as we prepared to land. I put my faith in the pilot and his ability to land a plane in snow. I felt the familiar 'pop' as the pressure adjusted in my ears as we descended in altitude and leaned back, shutting my eyes. The angle grew steeper, then leveled out, and I felt a bump as the tires made contact with the runway. We bounced a few times, then we were riding smoothly, slowing down. "Please don't forget your carry-ons and have a nice holiday, ladies and gentleman," a voice announced over the speakers and I grabbed my purse, smoothing my skirt, stepping into the aisle. It took a while to get through the gates and to the baggage claim area where my family would be waiting for me. I found my bags and glanced around. They obviously hadn't arrived yet, so I sat on a bench, pulling my things with me. I waited. And waited. And waited. After about 30 minutes, I started to get worried and dialed my mom's cell phone, my dad's cell phone, and even my brother's cell. None answered. A deep feeling of unease settled itself in the pit of my gut. I sat there, reassuring myself until my cell phone rang. It was a number that I didn't recognize. "Hello?" "Emma Avonside?" A deep, man's voice boomed out of the speaker at my ear. "Yeah, this is her..." "I'm calling to inform you that there's been an accident. Your family..." His voice kept on, but I heard nothing as my world stopped. I was going to separate these two chapters in terms of submissions, but I felt that would be too cruel to my readers! Chapter 5 The next few months were a blur. Funerals, bills, grieving, more bills; I found out that my parents had remortgaged the house to help me pay for college. Their bills became my bills. I couldn't afford college anymore. I moved back home, into my emptied parents house. I cried as I took down the Christmas decorations. I cried as I put a "FOR SALE BY OWNER" sign in their front yard. I cried when I accepted a job as the secretary in a doctor's office. I cried as I cancelled the internet service, cable, cell phones, and everything that I couldn't afford. I had become poor. I could barely afford the monthly mortgage payments, car insurance payments, and gas money. As I struggled to make it, Adam was in the back of my mind. How would he contact me now? I had no way of knowing when he would be back, he had no way of knowing that I wasn't back at college. The likelihood of ever seeing him grew dim. My heart yelled at me, screamed at me for letting him go. I was completely alone, left in an unforgiving and dismal world. How had he endured 1800 years of this? Eventually though, I started feeling better. The sadness lingered, but I understood that a grin could cover it up, even if for a little while. I started making a few friends—nobody important came into my life, but then, nobody was Adam. The doctor's office that I was working for realized that I had an almost-completed biology degree and promoted me to lab assistant. It wasn't being a doctor, but I liked the work. I got to run analysis on blood samples, testing for anything from drugs to diseases. With that promotion came a little more money and I started going out again with friends. I still lived in the house I grew up in, but the sadness around every corner was starting to become muted. If I could have moved, I would have, but I didn't have enough money for a down payment until this house was sold, and with the economy the way it was, nobody was buying. So, for now, I was stuck. I still remember Adam. I'll always remember Adam. October, 2011 I sighed and massaged the back of my neck, working late in the lab again. I only had a few more blood samples to run to make sure the drug tests were back to the company by their deadline. We routinely did drug tests of the employees of certain large corporations, and they were guaranteed their results within two weeks or the tests were free. Those free tests were deducted from my paycheck, and they weren't cheap, so it was imperative that I got them all done. I had just finished the last sample when Mary walked into the room. She had taken the job as the secretary when I got promoted. It was strange that she was still here, she usually packed up and left at 6:00 pm precisely, and it was going on 7:00 pm now. I looked up at her quizzically and she just made an exasperated motion, "There's some guy in the waiting room that's asking for you, he says he needs to get checked out. I keep telling him that you're not a doctor, but he won't listen, he just keeps giving me this sample of blood and telling you to test it. It's actually kind of freaking me out, Emma." I gave her a little grin and patted her on the shoulder. This kind of thing actually happened a lot, people would come in and say that 'something was wrong' with their first sample and I needed to test a different one. Usually, it was because their first sample contained evidence of drug use and they were trying to cover it up. I took the sample from Mary and followed her to the waiting room. I stepped across the threshold into the small room and glanced at Mary. The room was empty. "I swear he was here! I just..." she ran fingers through her short hair frustratedly, "...God! What a day." Stalking back to her desk, she gathered some papers and her bag. "I'm going home, Emma." I nodded at her, "Make something good for dinner for me," I commented, thinking on the microwave meal I had waiting for me in the freezer at home. It was times like this that I really missed my Mom. She just smiled at me and left the office, locking the door behind her. I went back to the lab, the random sample of blood in my hand still. Curious, I held it up to the light. It looked like normal blood to me. Setting it into my sample rack, I turned back to my desk, trying to complete the paperwork that went along with the samples that I had run previously. "No evidence of drug use found," I wrote, then initialed each sample. Sighing, I sat back in my chair. I twisted my head to and fro, trying to loosen the muscles in my neck. Hunching over these samples wasn't the best for my posture. I glanced over at the lone sample in the rack and blinked a couple of times. The sample looked darker than before, if only slightly. It was like the blood was dying slowly in front of me. That couldn't be right. Blood cells usually take about 100-120 days to die, so every 4 months a human should have a brand new supply of cells in circulation. But these cells seemed to be dying so quickly—darkening as the dead cells stopped carrying the oxygen. I took the vial and held it up to the light once more. It still looked normal, only slightly darker now, not the normal bright red color of blood exposed to the air. It was more muted. Puzzled, I slipped some latex gloves over my hands and pulled my mask over my nose and mouth. I grabbed a pipet and pulled a small droplet of the sample up into the small tube, then placed it on a glass slide, covering it with a small, thin, square piece of glass. I loaded the slide into the light microscope and looked through the eye piece, turning the coarse focus knob as I did so. What I saw through the scope looked odd, and I used the fine focus to get a better look. The blood cells looked normal, but barely discernible proteins were mingling with the healthy blood cells. I watched as one protein latched onto a red blood cell and buried itself into the cell. Instead of dying, the cell got healthier. It looked as if it was holding twice the amount of oxygen based on the color. I focused on a different cell. It was on the verge of dying. I watched, intrigued, as the protein crawled back out of that cell and latched onto a different one. These cells must have life spans of no more than a week, based on the rate of turnover and the amount of healthy cells without proteins. I gasped as I realized what I was looking at. Vampire blood. Had Adam been here? I quickly grabbed the sample, tossing the slide, gloves, and mask into the biological waste bin, putting on my coat, and walking out into the waiting room. I scanned the small room, but it was clear that no one was there. Sighing, I palmed my keys, unlocking and relocking the door to the small office behind me, and walking in the parking lot towards my car. He was in the exact same position as the last time that I had seen him—leaning against the driver door of my car, waiting for me. It was dark, but I could feel his eyes on me as I stopped walking towards him, stunned, standing in the middle of the emptied parking lot. "Adam?" He pushed up off of my car and started walking quickly towards me. I broke free of the shock and started walking towards him, eyes wide. As he got close I could make out his face. Everything about him looked just as I remembered. His eyes still held me close. Those lips had a very small smile on them as he watched me walk towards him. He opened his arms and I dropped my purse, taking the last steps to reach him, and finally I was in his arms once more. My arms wrapped around his waist and I buried my head in his chest, breathing him in, proving to myself that he was real. He seemed to be doing the same thing, holding me so tightly that it was almost hard to breathe, his nose in my hair, kissing my forehead. I looked up at him, not letting go, and swallowed a bit of emotion that had risen to the top of my throat, "I missed you, Adam." He let out a little groan and clutched me to him, holding me tightly, "I won't ever leave again, Emma." I choked back a sob as I realized that he meant it. He wouldn't leave me. He wouldn't die on me. He wasn't going anywhere. I felt his fingers running through my hair as he gently tucked a strand of it behind my ear. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting. His head dipped down, the tip of his nose touching mine as his hand caressed my face, his thumb wiping away the single tear that had escaped from my eyes. I heard him inhale, taking a deep breath, then he pressed his lips to mine for the second time in our lives. They were soft, gentle, tender. He kissed me with the utmost care, as if I was something entirely too precious to let go. My heart leapt into my throat and my hands clutched at the jacket on his back, trying to pull him closer to me. His fingers twisted in my hair, holding me tightly. I kissed him back with everything that I had, molding my body to his, holding onto him tightly. I felt the rush of warmth run in waves through my body, felt the butterflies taking off in my stomach, felt time stand still as my lips stayed where they were supposed to be—against his. Our lips eventually pulled away from each other, but we stood in the parking lot, holding each other quietly in the dark fall night. He sighed, pressing his forehead against mine, and I closed my eyes gently. "I'm sorry, Emma," he voiced in a pained whisper. The last six months came rushing back at me. My family dying. Quitting college. Losing Adam. The enormity of it all hit me, and the air rushed out of my lungs. The first sob came out as a small squeak, and the rest followed. I clung to Adam, sobbing, in the dark parking lot as he held me close, stroked my hair, and let me cry. Once I had started, I couldn't stop. The flood of tears that had been building was released, and Adam held me up as I wept. It was such a relief, not being alone anymore. Not hiding the sadness anymore. Not being strong anymore. I quieted as he rubbed a hand gently up and down my back, consoling me without words.He led me silently to his car. I made a motion to mine with my hand and started to say that I needed to drive, but he just shook his head. "We'll come back and get it tomorrow, Em. Right now, I just want to be with you." I nodded, understanding and agreeing. I needed to be with him now too. We drove through the city and pulled in front of an apartment complex of the same caliber that his other had been. I was in too much of a daze to notice much, but I could tell we were in one of the nicer areas of town. He led me up the stairs and got out a set of keys, unlocking the door in front of us. This apartment was set up differently, but it had the same masculine color scheme as the other one. It was slightly smaller, a kitchen on my left, a sitting room on my right, a hallway leading to a bathroom and bedrooms in front of me. He led me to his couch and we sat down. "I'm so sorry for leaving you Emma. I should have stayed with you." I shook my head, "You did what you needed to do, Adam. I understand. I would have done the same thing if I were you." He reached out and gently stroked my cheek, "I shouldn't have left someone so important behind." He sighed, then continued, "When I tried to call you, it said your number had been disconnected. It got me worried, but I figured that I'd see you when I returned. I tried not to let myself think about it too much. "When I got back to the university during the last week of classes in May, you were nowhere to be found. I thought that you might have been avoiding me at first, but then I went to the registrar's office. You weren't registered for any classes. "I panicked, Em. I didn't know where to begin looking for you. You'd never mentioned if you were from out of state, or in state, or anything. "I started getting closer to you by searching for people with your last name. Finally, I found your family. And their death certificates." I shuddered, closing my eyes. Adam reached out and took my hand. "I completely lost it, Emma. I thought you were dead. I thought that your entire family, you included, had been in that car accident. But when I pulled it together and looked, I couldn't find your certificate anywhere. That gave me hope. "Two days ago, I found out where you worked. I couldn't help it, I flew here right away. I promised you I would come back—I couldn't break that promise." I sighed and leaned into Adam's shoulder. His arm came up and wrapped around me. We sat their quietly until I spoke up. "I didn't know what it was like, Adam. I had no idea." He looked down at me, his hazel-grey eyes locking onto mine, "Didn't know what, Emma?" "Being alone. How horrible it is. Having no one to turn to, no one to talk to. I can't imagine how you did it for so long, Adam. I just can't..." I trailed off, unable to continue. These past few months had been horrible, but Adam had been alone for so much longer. How had he done it? "I held out hope that someone like you would come along, Emma. That's how I did it for so long." I looked up at him and met his eyes. He was looking at me tenderly, intimately. I felt as if he could see my soul. My heart cried out to me once more, telling me that I loved him, that he loved me, that we were supposed to be together. This time, I listened. My hand reached up and my fingers trailed along his cheekbone. "I'll never leave you either, Adam." He looked down at me and a grin played across his lips. He kissed me softly, then smiled at me, "Best news I've heard for one thousand, eight hundred, and fifty five years." I leaned up against him and he pulled me close, kissing my forehead. Suddenly, he pulled away, faced me towards him, and looked at me questioningly. "Wait, what did you mean by that?" I tilted my head at him and bit my lower lip, then took a deep breath. "I want to be like you." Adam shook his head. "You don't know that, you can't know that for sure. It's not something that you can change, Emma." I nodded, "I know, Adam." He sat across from me, his eyes wide, just staring at me. He obviously wasn't going to make a move, so I did. I stood up and took off my jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Kneeling back onto the couch next to him, I took hold of his chin with both hands and pulled his lips to mine. A low growl echoed from the back of his throat as his arms came up around me and pulled me to him tightly. He broke the kiss and looked at me, concerned. "It hurts, Emma." I pressed my lips back to his and spoke against them, "They always say the first time hurts, Adam." He put his hands on my shoulders and sat me back a few inches. "I wasn't talking about that first time, Emma." He took a breath, then stopped, "Wait...you're a virgin?" I blushed, looking down. "Yeah," I mumbled, and Adam tilted my chin up to look at him. He was smiling. "Really?" I nodded and I could see the happiness on his face. His happiness made my lack of experience look like a good thing. Suddenly, his face regained it's serious expression once more. "I meant that becoming a vampire hurts, Emma. Introducing vampirism to your system is painful." I nodded at him, trying to pull him closer. He wiggled out of my grasp. "You have to be sure, Emma. I'd like nothing more than to..." he paused and I could see desire take over his face for a few moments, "...have you in every way, forever. But you have to understand." I shook my head; my mind had been made up a long time ago, when I saw him walking away for the first time. "I know what I want, Adam. I want you. Forever." Adam groaned, closing the distance between us and picking me up in one motion. His lips never left mine as he carried me into his bedroom and set me on the bed, gently. I felt a flutter of nervousness in my belly—what was I supposed to do now? But Adam seemed to sense it and he grinned at me, "I'll take care of you, Emma. From now until time ends." I relaxed as climbed over me, pressing his lips against mine. His hands roamed, starting at my neck, working their way under my shirt until they cupped my breasts. I gasped as he found his way underneath my bra and brushed his thumbs on my nipples, arching my back up into him. He took the opportunity to seize control of my mouth, his tongue dancing with mine. He sat me up just long enough to pull the shirt over my head and unclasp my bra before sliding it off, then laid me back down on the bed. I felt his lips leave mine and wander along my jaw, down my neck. He kissed the vein there, throbbing in time with my pulse. I felt blood rush to my skin and Adam groaned, looking up at me. "Let me taste you." I nodded at him and he kissed the vein on my neck once more. My hands reached up and grasped at his hair as I felt him bite down on the tender skin there. He exhaled and I felt two sharp points of pain and I cried out. The pain was quickly replaced by a sense of euphoria as I felt him suck gently. It was like all of the nerve endings in my body were on fire, and all I wanted was more! I gasped and clutched him closer as his hand began to knead my breast once more. He released me from his fangs and gave a small lick to the wound. The pain disappeared instantly and I moaned as pleasure took its place. Fire and Ice Ch. 04-05 His head dropped down, and his warm mouth was suckling on the hard bud that was my nipple. I cried out as electric shocks jolted through my body, culminating in the space between my thighs. He released my nipple and continued to kiss his way down to my belly button. His hands undid the clasp on my pants and he stopped kissing me to slide them down my thighs. I felt his eyes on me and I blushed, feeling myself go red. His eyes met mine and he smiled tenderly at me. "You're beautiful, Emma." I sat up and pressed my lips to his, untucking the shirt from his pants and pulling on it. My hands slipped underneath the fabric and I ran my fingers over his strong, hard chest. He moaned in appreciation against my lips, then broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over his head and toss it into the corner of the room. His lips were against mine once more, urgently demanding that I open and allow his tongue to dance with mine. He pressed me back against the bed and I whimpered as his thigh pressed against my sensitive pussy. He noticed and his hand roamed down my back, grabbing on to my pantie-clad ass and pressing my core against him. I broke the kiss as I cried out, "Adam!" I heard a growl and he released me. I fell back to the bed as he stood up and unbuckled his belt, letting his jeans fall to the ground and stepping out of them. He peeled off his socks as well, then climbed back on top of me in nothing but his undershorts. I gasped as I got a glimpse of him. I could see his erection tenting underneath his shorts and it made me a little nervous, but the rest of him was everything my fantasies had imagined. Before I could examine any further, he was on top of me, pulling my body close to his and touching me in places that drove me wild. His hand strayed down my stomach and into my panties, through the coarse hair that covered the top of my pussy lips. His finger reached down and stroked my slit and I gasped, arching up against him. I held on tightly as his finger continued to stroke up and down my slit, then lingered just above my clit. I whimpered, trying to press myself against him, but he looked down at me with a small smile and pulled his hand away. I moaned in frustration and he sat back, sliding my panties down my legs. He kissed my stomach, then my pubic bone, working his way down until his mouth lingered directly over my pussy. I held my breath, then bit my lower lip to stifle a whimper as he kissed my lower lips ever so gently. His tongue darted out from between his lips and licked completely up and down my dripping slit. Moans echoed from the back of my throat as his hands grasped the cheeks of my ass and pulled me closer to him. I yelped in pleasure as his tongue shot between the folds and into the tight tunnel of my pussy. I writhed against his mouth, desperate for more, whimpering when he pulled his tongue out, when suddenly I was seeing stars. Adam had latched onto my clit and was sucking it gently. I cried out his name, loudly, and felt my muscles clench tightly. I gasped as euphoria overwhelmed my senses, seeing nothing, not even able to get a breath of air into my lungs. Wetness escaped my folds and Adam licked up the juices that I felt being squeezed from my very center. What escaped his tongue dripped between the cheeks of my ass and made me groan all the more. As I came down from my pleasure-high, Adam's eyes met mine. He stood up, off of the bed, and took off his undershorts. His cock sprang proudly from beneath them, large and thick, with a glistening drop of precum waiting to be smeared all over it's spongy head. I gasped nervously. "Adam...I...I don't think...I don't know if you will...fit." He smiled gently at me and climbed over my prone body once more, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "Do you want to stop, Emma? Just tell me, I will. You know I will." I looked up at him, his eyes locked on mine, and love flooded through my entire being. Kissing him gently, I rubbed my hands up his sides. "Don't stop, Adam. Please don't." He gave a small smile and his lips came back on mine, kissing me urgently. He twisted my nipples between his fingertips until I cried out against his lips. I could feel his cock resting against the outside of my pussy, I could feel his pulse pounding through it. My pussy was wet, throbbing, desperate to be filled. I gasped against his lips. "Please, Adam!" He broke the kiss and pulled away slightly. Pressing his forehead against mine, he kissed the tip of my nose gently. "This is your choice, Emma. Tell me to stop now, if you have any doubts at all. This is forever. Once I start, I'm not stopping." I could only nod at him as thoughts rushed through my mind. He seemed to see them flitting through my eyes and he waited, breathing gently, patiently. I saw all of my plans that were waiting to be fulfilled. I felt every minute tick by as I sat, waiting at the airport, for my family. I was filled with grief as I felt their passing once more. I was stuck in a dead-end job, with no college degree. I wasn't the prettiest girl in the world, and I most certainly wasn't the richest. I was human; I was flawed. I made mistakes, I regretted them. A man whom I hadn't known until a year ago hovered above me. He had become a man that I could not live without. Vampire or not, I loved Adam. I had known that I loved him ever since that day in the parking lot when he walked away. The logical side of me was usually the one that I listened to, but my heart had been crying for Adam ever since he had left. It was time to cast logic aside and fall in love. His face was still flushed and I could feel his breath running down my neck. His eyes, more grey now then hazel, were locked onto mine. "Know this, Emma. We can stop right now and I won't hold it against you. It won't change anything. I love you, Emma. I'll love you for as long as I live, whether it be with or without you at my side." It was a huge declaration, but every fiber of my being vibrated with the right-ness of it. Adam and I weren't meant to be separated. Not even in death. My hands came up to his sides and I pulled him closer to me. My lips whispered next to his left ear, "I love you too, Adam. More than anything. Make me yours." A low growl echoed from the back of Adam's throat and he crushed his lips against mine, gentling as the kiss went on. I could feel the tip of his cock lightly brushing the entrance to my pussy and I gasped softly against his lips, my body quivering in anticipation. Suddenly, he was pressing forward, and I felt him slowly start entering me. I moaned as I felt myself spread for him, mold to him. He was slowly but surely filling me. I felt my back arch off of the bed as his cock continued to open my pussy for the first time. Adam groaned above me, his eyes closed. I felt him stop, pressing against something inside of me that I could only assume to be my maiden head. His eyes opened and he looked at me, quietly. I tilted my head up, pressing my lips against his and pulling him farther into me. He pressed his hips against mine and I gasped as I felt something snap. With the resistance gone, Adam had slid completely into me, up to the hilt, and I could feel his hips laying against mine. He didn't move, just held still as I lay panting underneath him. It hurt; not as much as I was expecting, but still. I took a few deep breaths as the pain subsided and looked up at Adam, nodding to him gently. His hips began a slow, rocking motion that erased all the memories of pain completely. Dear God! I could feel the shaft of his cock pull against the wet walls of my tunnel as he slid back and forth. Every time he pressed back into me he hit a spot that never failed to make me moan. I could hear moans and groans coming from me that I had no idea I was capable of producing. Adam's eyes were closed, he looked as if he was concentrating very hard, but gasps and growls echoed from his throat every once in a while. Each time he made a sound, my pussy would get wetter, and I cried out as his cock started stroking my pussy faster. His cock continued its rhythm, in and out, in and out, and a glistening sheen of sweat had broken out across my body and his face. I lifted my hips towards him, crying out as his cock pressed deeper than it had before. It was wonderful; it was euphoric. Adam was everything my body craved, everything that I had ever wanted. My hands wrapped around his back and I pressed my head between his neck and his shoulder. My legs wrapped around his waist and his hands were on my hips, moving me with him. Everything he was doing felt like heaven; it was bliss, pure and utter bliss. I couldn't think as my hips started to move of their own accord—Adam let a growl loose when I started meeting his thrusts halfway. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter, my moans becoming more and more high pitched when Adam reached down and pressed against my clit with his finger while he still stroked my pussy with his cock. The floodgates came loose and I cried out loudly as pleasure overwhelmed me. My back arched another two inches off of the bed and I felt my pussy clamp around his cock, squeezing it tightly as he still moved within me. The air was forced from my lungs as I held onto him tightly. Adam's thrusts became shorter and faster, and his breath was coming quickly. "Oh, God...Emma!" He groaned loudly and thrust his cock deeply into me as I was still cumming around him. He held me tightly as I felt him spill what felt like a torrent of seed inside of me. I inhaled, finally catching my breath as I felt myself relax around him. Adam was laying over me, bracing himself on his elbows, breathing deeply. His eyes opened and met mine. He gave me a small smile and kissed my lips gently. "I love you, Emma." "I love you too, Adam." With a breath, he pulled me over to my side so that he was holding me, my leg wrapped around him, his softening cock still nestled inside of me. He stroked my hair softly, my muscles more relaxed than they'd ever been before, and my eyes closed. Before I fell asleep, the last emotion that caressed my mind was complete and utter joy.