Nocturnal Desires

Rating: M

Warnings: Violence/ instances of sexual activity/ language

Genre: Supernatural/ Romance

A/N: Because I love vampire fics so much, I thought I'd try my hand at one. None of the known CSI: Miami characters are mine, I'm simply borrowing.

Chapter One

Watching. His eyes scanned the building traffic on the neon lit strip, the loud sounds of music, or what they perceived as music, blared out of their cars adding to the delicious chaos that was Miami. For years, he'd lived, and he'd never quite seen anything like present day Miami. With the constant humidity and the dereliction for sin, it was the ultimate breeding ground for his insatiable needs. Licking his lips as he scanned the throes of people mingling and chatting obliviously, he eyed several of the female forms that passed, his desire mounting increasingly. He could scent their fragrances, and at times, their desires, all of which made them all the more mouthwatering.

To have my fill, he thought wistfully, his memories surfacing easily. There was a time where he'd only need ask to get what he desired, to take what he coveted most of all, to nearly drown himself in what was his life force. Now, however, times were different, and the recourse to take required…tactful planning. A wide, loose grin inched over his lips as he continued to watch, the thrumming of desire nearly pulling him from his true motive tonight. Even with all the enticing flesh bared, he had one objective- to acquire the one he'd been watching for months now.

His life was one of ease, the nights filled with observing the streets that hummed with blessed life, his days seeking shelter in the depths of his palatial home. His business was passed down through his family, and required no questions to be asked and so that left him to do as he pleased. He found that watching the streets of Miami were entertaining, if not informative, his plans building. When he rested, however, he thought of nothing but the red head, having seen him initially on one of Miami's numerous crime scenes. His keen ability to observe the finer points as well as the posture of his lithe body, the air of authority, even the intense gaze that emitted from his clear blue eyes enthralled him almost immediately. The power that the man wielded was like a heady aphrodisiac, prodding as his hunger. But as much power as the red head held, he could sense a melancholy within him. It contrasted fully with the strength, at some points cancelling it out. The red head was complex, but worth every second of his inquiry. With this man by his side, he would finally take his rightful position and rule, starting with Miami.

Closing his eyes as if lulled by the sweetest lullaby, Markus inhaled the succulent aromas that drifted around him, willing to forgo his task for the night. As much as he wanted to seek the enigmatic red head out, his hunger for debauchery and glutton was winning out at the moment. Opening his eyes slowly, Markus eyed the crowd once more, spotting her just as she stepped out of the red Jaguar, her scent catching him quickly. Leaning forward on his haunches more, he eyed the way her body moved as she sauntered toward the door of the club, realizing that she could care less about the man who'd brought her. The arrogance and beauty of this woman called to him and it was then that he knew he'd found what he wanted. He could practically taste her; hear her moan with delight as he took of her, the mere thought of her running through his veins pulled from deep within, an undeniable arousal. He couldn't waste any more time.

Releasing the tension in his feet, Markus allowed himself to fall, landing without a sound on the balls of his feet. The darkness swathed around him like a comforting blanket and it allowed for him to make his approach stealthier. With the streets filled with possible witnesses, he moved as fluidly as he could, attempt to hide the true speed at which he traveled. Reaching her side in almost an instant, he could feel her surprise in the acceleration of her heart and the flush of arousal that now coursed through her. This was a woman who thrived on the connotation of danger and it pleased Markus to know that he would be fulfilling her expectations.

"I was drawn to you the instant you stepped out of the car, sweet," he whispered melodically as he leaned into her ear. Placing his hands possessively on her back, he steered her away from the doors of the club, the pounding of the bass thrumming through him. He wanted privacy, and he knew he wasn't going to get it within those walls. Making sure to keep his proximity close, he blew on her ear gently and asked, "What is your name, gorgeous."

Taken aback, Cassandra had been rendered speechless, the feel of his cool hand on her back shocking her even more. Instantly , she'd felt the rush of arousal when he came next to her, it was like a quick, refreshing wave that she never saw coming. The sound of his accented voice sent shivers down her spine and propelled her to speak, her voice shaking with anticipation, "C- Cassandra. Most people c- call me Cassie."

"Cassie," he responded, practically moaning her name into her ear. He could perceive the change in her body temperature and smiled wickedly as he moved his hand down more, "Cassie, I think we need to take a slight detour, what do you think?"

Turning to face him, Cassie drew in a quick breath as she took in his appearance. His eyes were dark, but intense, his skin almost too white to be real. His lips were full and inviting and as he licked them decorously, she could practically feel them on her skin- and elsewhere. The clothes he wore accentuated his lean form perfectly, and were tasteful, something, she rarely saw in Miami. She could feel her fingers weaving through his dark hair, pulling with abandonment. Already, she was drawn, and her desire grew as she continued to stare into his eyes, delighted to see the lust flashing within them.

She licked her lips as well and then bit down on them as she tilted her head, attempting to strengthen her voice, " I don't even know your name…"

Markus brought her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly, watching her smile grow, "It's Markus. And it will sound beautiful coming from those lips of yours." Moving the wall of dark curls from her eyes, he stared into them deeply, "Let's go."

Powerless, Cassandra nodded and moved as if directed by a willing hand. It was only seconds before she felt the coolness of brick on her back and his hard body between her legs as his cold lips skimmed her neck. Absolute pleasure flooded her and she swooned, her eyes sliding shut slowly as her new, unknown lover perused her body with his hands.

"Cassie," he whispered into her neck , his teeth grazing the exact spot he would need. The intense pleasure that rumbled through him threatened to derail him and he pulled back, exercising a modicum of control. It wouldn't be long before he had exactly what he wanted.

She could feel his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, the action pulling a moan from her lips. His movements seemed slow, but all encompassing, the skimming of his fingers down to her hip now lifting her dress. It was only seconds before he filled her sex completely, the sudden impact of his thrust snatching her breath away. She writhed in complete passion as he held her with unimaginable strength against the wall, one hand holding her arms above her head while the other worked her breasts out of the dress. The cool touch of his lips traced down her heated skin and she felt as if she would pass out from the sheer pleasure as they tantalized her now hardening peaks. He suckled her gently as he thrust slowly into her body, bringing her to dizzying heights.

Markus closed his eyes and relished the warmth and feeling of her body, slipping with ease through it even as she attempted to control the tempo. After attending to the other strained peak, he ascended back to her neck and found the spot, running his tongue over it, tempting himself once more. The pace picked up and soon she was, as he knew she would be, screaming his name. The bass from the vehicles and the numerous clubs drowned her out, and Markus smiled deviously as he began to pound into her without measure.

The frantic pace, coupled with his lips on her skin pulled her release upward and her eyes opened just as she felt a nick at her neck. Frowning, she attempted to focus, but the mind numbing pleasure proved to be her undoing. It wasn't until she felt the nick again, and heard an animalistic growl that she began to claw at him, feeling the sharpness of his teeth piercing her completely.

"Markus….Stop," she commanded almost irritably. The pull of his suction mired her thoughts and she stopped clawing only to feel pain now as he began to devour her flesh. Fear traced through her, washing away all of the signs of pleasure and her eyes widened as the pain increased. She screamed and flailed, but that seemed to delight him even more, his thrusts becoming punishing even as he bit deeper into her skin. A fire raged through her body and she attempted to beat him, knowing that she was failing miserably. There was a blessed darkness that was coming for her and she succumbed slowly to its reach.

"MARKUS… STOP!"

The profusion of hot blood filled his mouth and he couldn't help but take in more, drinking her as well as taking the delectable pleasure from her fear and pain. This was what he needed, what he coveted, and it made him stronger, sharper. It was what he needed to catch his prey and set in motion, his ultimate goal. Domination.

/Nocturnal Desires/

Easing the Hummer to the curb, Horatio glanced to the billowing yellow tape and exhaled heavily. He hadn't been in the lab for more than an hour before getting the call out, the ungodly heat already attacking the fair citizens of Miami. Deciding to forego the formalities of the suit coat, he shrugged it off as he put the Hummer in park, taking in the scene. In the daylight hours, Ocean Boulevard was desolate in appearance, the vibrancy of the neon lights lost in the natural light of the sun. He'd spent a lot of his nights in the past, on this stretch of land, taking in the opulence and the gratuitous sin that Miami night life had to offer, but now, after everything, Horatio was no longer enticed. Those days were over for him and he couldn't say that he missed them all too much.

Shutting the engine down, he took a moment, centering himself for what he would be seeing, then making the decision to get out. Each new scene provided him with a new excuse to leave the job, the faces of the victims now beginning to run concurrently with his own personal victims and they were starting to haunt him. He'd lost so many of his loved ones, but they were lumped together with Miami's lost, and that thought alone instilled within him fear. He didn't want to look back at his life and see nothing but loss and loneliness, but as it was becoming evident, it's exactly what he was staring down the barrel of.

Slamming the door, the intensity of the heat hit him fully and he grimaced, already feeling the effects, the sweat beginning to pop on his forehead. Usually, the heat didn't bother him, but for some reason, it was proving to be one of many things that annoyed him. As he approached the tape, he noticed two of his own team already with the body and felt a relief. His team was one of the best out there; rarely did they need his leadership, but as with a team, he couldn't fathom leaving them to their own wills. It wasn't as if he was reticent to hand over the case in fear of ineffectiveness, it was more like a father guiding his children. Save for one, of course.

And she, as always is right there, he thought as he gazed upon her. The blond hair that he dreamed of for so long was pulled into a high ponytail to allow the stiff breeze to blow across her neck, providing her with a temporary respite from the leeching heat. He could almost imagine his touch there and smiled more as the day dream took on a more intimate tone. His desire for his Bullet Girl was the best kept secret of his life.

Seeing her stand brought him from his momentary lull and he acknowledged her with a stiff nod, passing under the tape. Coming to rest a few feet from the body, he spoke crisply, his tone strong despite his weakness for the approaching southern blonde, "Calleigh…what do we have?"

Calleigh smiled and tilted her head, her eyebrows knitting lightly, "No good morning, hi, how are you?"

Chuckling, Horatio amended as he averted his eyes slightly before looking back at her, "Good morning, Calleigh. How are you?"

"Just fine, she however, is another story. The ME just released her to us, but will be transporting shortly." Chancing a glance over her shoulder, the smile faded and her tone became distant, "It's pretty gruesome, Horatio."

All pretenses of humor dropped and Horatio made way to the body, feeling her falling instep behind him. Placing his kit down, he slipped his glasses off and held them in one hand as he peered at the corpse, seeing a level of brutality that he'd never seen before. The neck had almost been completely transected, the tendons and veins in perfect view. Her eyes were glazed over and sightless, her skin a sickly gray. Her attire spoke to a night out, but it was clear, she never made it to her destination.

"Have we found any identification?" he asked, immersed in what he was seeing.

Calleigh lifted an evidence bag and handed it to him, "Cassandra Wellington. Coral Gables address, credit cards and money still intact. From what I could see, she was a defense attorney." Seeing Horatio turn his head toward her, she smiled lightly, "She had a business card."

"So, robbery was not a motive." Glancing to the ME, Horatio asked quietly, "Any ideas as to what could've caused this much trauma?"

Slapping off his gloves, Caleb Middleton shook his head and stared at the body before them, "I have no clue, but I'm sure I'll be able to find the cause in the post. There are signs of sexual activity, so I'll do a kit. Other than this wicked neck wound , there doesn't seem to be any more markings on her body. It's kinda weird if you ask me."

Interested, Horatio quirked his brow, "How so, Caleb?" He found that he'd come to like the new medical examiner, if not for his quick wit, but also his thorough knowledge of how the streets ran. After Alexx had left, he didn't know if he would be able to fully trust her replacement, but Caleb seemed to fit the bill quite nicely.

"Well, for one, I had another one of these come through about two nights ago. Same thing, massive neck wound, practically torn off, and not much more." Thomas smirked and shook his head, glancing at both the Lieutenant and Calleigh, "The fact that there are no other markings on such a brutal attack should be a cause for concern. Whoever this is, is precise and that's…scary." Pointing to where the head was barely hanging on, he continued, "You just don't see this type of trauma with a blade. It almost looks as if it was gnawed off."

"Gnawed, as in…animal?" Calleigh questioned. She too leaned forward more, getting in front of Horatio as she did so. The slight scent of his cologne caught her and she struggled to refocus, "What kind of animal does this type of damage, Caleb?"

"I don't know, but," he said standing and then motioning for the body haulers, "I will find out for you. Which one of you is going to grace the morgue for the post?"

Horatio smirked and arched a brow, "Calleigh?"

"It doesn't matter to me, Handsome. I can take it if you have something more pressing." Calleigh relished the look of surprise on his face as his skin blushed, suppressing the need to laugh. She shifted her weight smiled, catching Caleb's knowing expression. Deciding to let it go, she waved the lieutenant away, "I can do it , Horatio. I know you have a lot to do."

Thankful for her understanding, Horatio nodded, "Alright. You catch the post and keep me up to date on it, okay? I think I'm going to look into that other case, Caleb."

"I'll have the file waiting for you, H." Immediately drawn to the task of placing the body in the body bag, he concluded, "The body is still in the morgue, no one's come to claim her yet."

Completely taken now, Horatio's brow furrowed, his thoughts running now. Was there a mass murderer on the loose in Miami, and was this just the beginning? The determination flushed through him and he centered his focus. He was going to stop this before it even gained momentum.

TBC….