Kill and Hyde, a Mr Hyde and DR Jekyll fanfic

by Jekyllhydeclub

General summary: Mr. Hyde has finally found his match...for he and his lady, it's a match made in heaven, but for others, it's a match made in hell. Enjoy. This is the Mr. Hyde from the silent 1920 film where he looks all green and witchy with awesome claw fingernails, that mouth full of frightfully long sharp teeth just ready to take a chunk out of life, and the Gothic long duster

1. Chapter 1

Kill and Hyde, a Mr. Hyde and DR. Jekyll fanfic

By Twa Corbies

chapter 1:

This house is like Russia, with eyes cold and gray.

You've got me movin' in a circle. I died my hair red today.

Rena's version of red hair die was blood, and her normally hip length straight black hair was dripping red with blood from scalp to tips. All the way through...it was definitely entirely red with no spots of black showing through. And it was real blood too...as in human blood not pig blood from some butcher down the street. She'd personally killed several people for that blood but changing her look hadn't helped her mood. It had been something to do, though, and an interesting way of self expression.

She was lowering her knife to the table when a firm hand grasped her upper arm and spun her around. The touch of that hand, so deliciously familiar, made her shiver with pleasure in spite of the anger that still clung to her soul much in the way the blood saturated her hair.

"Are you finally finished with your sulk,then," he asked, that crisp British accent and eager forceful tone so unlike Jekyll's Scottish drawl and solicitous manner.

The thought of Jekyll had Rena's blood rising to new levels of boiling.

"That depends. Have you managed to find out anything," she asked, hearing the tension in her own voice.

He shrugged casually, not releasing his grip on her arm. "No. I was rather occupied with my own sulking over the fact that you left without me."

Reaching out with his free hand he drew a lock of her hair from the blood saturated mass and drew it through his fingers, staining his green skin red as well.

"It looks as though you had a lot of fun. I wonder...Should I be jealous," he mused, then gave the hair he held a light yank as he suddenly bent to kiss her.

The fact he was so much taller than she, nearly a foot and a half to be somewhat exact, caused him to literally cast a shadow as he bent to claim her lips with his. The shadow...his closeness, served to saturate her in his presence as thoroughly as she had saturated her own hair with the proof of her anger. As it always did, his kiss melted her then set her on fire in a manner of seconds. Arms coming up to twine about his neck, she returned the possessive and hungry kiss with equal feeling.

Her concerns, the reason for her anger with him, all of it was forgotten at least for the moment as she gave way to her body's desires and his as well.

"You look so bloody hot in red," he growled, hands running through her hair and sticking there, reveling in the caked blood as he drew her against him.

Kissing her again, his sharp teeth nipped at her lower lip as he drew back a little. The sensations caused jolts of pleasure to shoot their way through her body. Arching against him she gasped. "Yes. More!"

"Always more," he agreed, eyes blazing and ravenous as they looked into hers before they both relinquished anything that came close to complex thoughts, completely giving way to their mutual needs of the flesh and all the supremely searing ways they could satisfy it.