Disclaimer: The only things in this story I own are things that aren't on TV, or famous people, and the songs.

Chapter 1:

"Please," she begged as she pulled him on top of her by his wrists. The warm sheet did nothing for her compared to the flames growing in her stomach. A smile grew on her face, as he followed.

He had begun panting as soon as she went from friend mode into sexy playmate mode. She had brought him to the room, her magic clearly being in tune with what she wanted this time as her clothes instantly changed into a strapless corset, black lace underwear, and stockings that attached to the bottom of the underwear with hooks. The only thing she'd be happy he was wearing were his tight briefs, but even those wouldn't be on him long.

As she gazed at the pale white god on top of her, her gaze traveled south and noticed his arousal attempting to push it's way though his now unzipped jeans. Pushing the jeans off and away, she gripped the bulge, to which he moaned deeply.

He leaned his face down towards her neck, brushing his canines against her skin, his breath warm but freezing.

She gasped and arched her shoulders. With her right hand she moved her hair around, and off of her neck.

He bit down hard, knowing the pain of the bite wouldn't last as long if he bit quicker than normal. And with that, he drank…

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That morning, as the sun rose to an eight a.m. peak, the boy had retreated into the bathroom to apply the usual quarter of a bottle of sun block. Not all of it was required, but he didn't take any chances. The soft whisper of his name lured him back to the other room.

She sighed as the sunlight from the window glistened on his moist chest; moist from the shower, of course. She rose her hand and motioned him over with a single finger.

Like a willing slave, he came, only to be greeted with her finger poking him hard in the chest, right over his heart. "You said it wouldn't hurt in the morning," she laughed. As he began to speak, she interrupted with, "And, yes, I mean the bite."

"Aw, I'm sorry, Lil." he apologized, grinning widely. "I didn't think it would. Besides, the scar isn't there…miraculously…"

Lillith wasn't your everyday female. She wasn't your everyday witch either, but that didn't stop her any. Unlike her friends who were born with one power alone, she had them all. Her dark brown hair, when she pleased, was straighter than a pin, or, if she was having fun, it was curlier than devil's ivy. Her hair only illuminated her bright hazel eyes and pale features. And lucky for her, her beauty traveled all over her, with her built-in curves, delicate hands, and long, gracefully claw-like nails.

"Yeah," she replied. "That's because I covered it up with makeup!" She maneuvered out from under his gaze, heading to a wooden, Victorian chair that she'd draped her clothes over. As she reached for her dark grey-blue, slit jeans, she asked, "Did you honestly think they'd disappear that quickly?"

Still in his towel, the boy strolled over behind her, and wrapped his arms around her black bra covered torso, popping the straps just before embracing her to show a playful mood. "Well, you're not exactly normal, love," he remarked. Rubbing the crook of her neck with the tip of his nose, he added in a whisper, "But neither am I."

She sighed in pleasure from the feeling of his arms round her waist. Despite the content moment, she removed his arms and continued to clothe herself. Knowing he'd be somewhat deflated, his tactics to strip her again having failed, she said, "I'm sorry Bill, but we need to meet up with the guys. You know what the crew already says, and should that gossip get to the band…"

Bill, not an ordinary guy, not an ordinary vampire, and certainly not an ordinary warlock. His black, highlighted, naturally pin-straight hair framed his pale face, even pale when he was fully human; his dark brown, nearly black eyes, usually coated heavily with pitch black Maybeline eyeliner and eye shadow, were more angelic with a natural sense. It was just a shame he never thought so…

"Yeah, I know," he replied. "I just wish we didn't have to hide. It's not like we're that different in age. I mean you're eighteen and I'm nineteen." He plopped down on the black, sun bathed bed.

Having won the struggle to get her shirt on, she remarked, "And you really think they'll pay any attention to that? They just see us as two different people who aren't exactly friends, just get along most of the time without any real connection." She strolled in front of him, "Reality doesn't matter, just so long as they get the answers they want."

Bill began to clothe himself. Unlike Lil, he didn't put his clothes away so neatly, especially not while taking them off during a feeding; they just landed wherever on the floor. "Yeah…well, come on. We gotta be there in an hour."

Lillith turned, one finger raised, and corrected, "Um, we gotta be there in five minutes and it's right downstairs."

"Ah, damn." he said kissing her on the temple as he strolled towards the door. "Worth a try."