Hello, I'm back on this account after a long hiatus. I've opened up another account by the name Dracohellyes if you would like to check it out. Please and thank you.
I have been working on this for nearly a year now and I have several chapters written. They will need editing, but if I get sufficient positive feedback on this story, I will continue.
This story is going to be a spin off of my one-shot Coveted Torment that I published in April 2011. Check it out. Anything in italic in this chapter is from that story, the actual first chapter is after the second line. The name of this story came from the Third Eye Blind song Jumper (insert disclaimer here). It may not go with the story yet, but it will later in the story. Bear with me, Readers.
Warning: will include lemons, rape, and cursing. If you cannot handle that, venture no further.
I am not sure how frequent updates will be, but reviews always make a happier writer, and happier writers have more motivation (hint, hint!)
Thanks to all of you willing to try this out and give it a chance. Please submit your thoughts; constructive criticism is welcomed.
Also, Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Boredom provoked her to pace down the hallway, though she have long coveted the exercise. It was only a few hours till midnight and everyone presumed her to be asleep. At least that is what she was supposed to be doing. The girl was feeling a bit insurgent that night.
The whole journey down the hall, she debated whether or not to turn back. It was far too late when before her eyes flashes a bolt of white .
"A little late to be up for the human, isn't it?" sneered Caius, his six feet hovering over her dainty feet of five something.
"I just need to-" she trailed off, lost for words caused by a petrified mind.
"Haven't you been told not to come around here?" he demands, tone lethal .
Dumbstruck and petrified, the human gapes at the man in advance of her. She stutters a pathetic and futile apology.
Out of the blue, his mocking smirk transfers to a gruesome grin. Softly, his fingers met the bare flesh of her cheek.
"You like my touch." Caius assumed
"No, I don't- no, I'll just leave now…" it was weak, and as she gathered the words, she fail to gather herself. She was too embarrassed to admit that his touch, his glare, aroused her. His sharp sense would soon become aware of it and she want nothing more than to leave to avoid humiliation.
As it he would allow her to leave without some kind of punishment, which came when his hand met her face, except this time, his palm at a rather forceful speed. Tears for fear leaked from the girl's eyes.
"You lie. I bet you came all the way over here to see me. Your pathetic, mortal heartbeat increases with every touch. Admit it, mortal."
His cutting words motivated her smart mouth," Admit what?"
She didn't realize her mistake till its too late, "I'm sorry," she muttered at his feet.
Before she was allowed to pick herself up from the ground, he grasped onto a fistful of hair and thrusted her into his room. The shock deluged through her like a torrent as her tender head slams on a bookshelf. The thunderous slam of a door followed abruptly.
His words were piercing enough to make obedient of anybody," On your knees."
She abides.
"Look up." hissed Caius.
She was only met by his length, face on, causing her face to heat up. Aware of what is likely to follow, she tries to retain herself.
"Now, suck, filthy mortal.' He demands, the threat of his piercing gaze residing on the human.
She takes in his dick, gagging the first time, till he impatiently takes his hardened size from her small hands and shoves it in himself. The breath was nearly knocked from her.
This action continues for minutes it seems like, forced to swallow salty fluids . She was relieved for a moment, thinking he would let her go and she could skip over the embarrassment of him finding out her arousal, but only for a split second, in advance of her back once again meeting the ancient bookshelf at a nearly paralyzing degree.
"Let's see what the human has for me," Caius mocks, reaching between her legs, making his way to her panties after removing her shorts.
She shuts her eyes, unable to make eye contact; humiliated. Her panties were soaked. His heartless cackle doesn't astound her a bit- it was to be expected. He shoves a digit in and out of her entrance. The moans that were couldn't be hindered only makes him feel even more obligated to enter the girl to here the satisfying sounds even more. Pushing her panties to the side, he drove into her. Its too bad the walls of the palace aren't soundproof.
As skin breaks and maiden's blood trickles down her legs, the monster inside of him growls. He began thrusting harder and faster after that.
"More." She pleaded, overcome with the desired pleasure of pain.
"Who owns you?"
The naive virgin-no-more managed to peep out his name.
Caius maintains thrusting, getting lost in himself. After a while, she passes out.
As she awoke several hours later, bare naked, sprinkled in bruises, and wallowed in fluids and blood, Caius sat across the room, fully clothes and nonchalant as if nothing had happened. How she slept through the rest of it, the girl will never know. He was engaged in a letter he was writing.
Without eye contact, he orders," Go clean yourself up and I better not catch you lurking around here without permission again."
So, with that, she gathered up her tattered clothes and rushed back to her room. She showers quickly, then slept the rest of the day.
Hours later, she perceived a rap at the door. Maybe it was Aro, warning her of his brother's temper. Maybe it was Jane, coming to escort her to the masters. Or perhaps it was just Demetri, coming to do his part in guarding her. She leapt off the bed and swung open the door.
To her utter surprise, she was met by the fleshly-satisfied red eyes of Caius and he smirks, "I never said I would stay away from here."
Chapter 1
The following nights of Caius's visits were the nights that Vada grew to expect his visits of impassive pleasure. Although he came to sate himself, and the act itself couldn't be looked upon as love, she wasn't quite able to tell if he knew of her enjoyment of it.
She had been reluctant to admit to herself that out of the three leaders, she admired Caius the most.
No, admire is the wrong word for this context. She was most attracted to him. Lean, blond, and a glare that held a menacing yet seductive hold at the same time.
And it just wasn't palpable enough to believe that he looked at her the same way. Vada imagined that Caius saw her as mere and ugly, like another plaything. The realization left Vada emotionally crippled.
Has her self-esteem sunk that low?
"Hello." he smirks down at her. The novelty black cloak her adorned sloped around his bare shoulders and lingered around his lean frame. It soaked her panties in damp rivulets by a glimpse of it.
She tried to stand her guard. As long as he didn't know her true desires, she was not to reveal them.
"Why do you even come here?" she demanded.
"You are not to question me." he hissed as he pushed her into down on the bed. Caius disposed of his garments, the cloak abandoned on the floor beside them.
Vada, still waiting and fully clothed, felt less exposed like this. Her legs were straddled over his and anytime she made to wriggle free he pinned her ankles back at his sides. He finally bent down to tear off the soaked panties off with his teeth.
"Have you given up already, my pet?" he remarked as she fell still. His hands found their way up her organ, his thumb stroking her clit. "My kitten..."
Vada remained silent. It was a rare occasion for Caius to allow her to speak, but she had to shrug it off. There really was nothing she could say to this. Even so, she may have ended up slapped or maimed. Caius never really took too well to anything she said, no matter what it was. Unless they were petty moans of satisfaction, which factored to his ego.
"That is what I thought."
Vada's eyes never left his, and his red slits never left hers as his trained, spindly fingers trailed their way up her stomach, to her breast. The tips of his fingers provoke goose bumps, not only at the chill but the slight idea of what he may or may not do with them. As long as they didn't inch further up, Vada was comfortable. It was easier to relax believing that he was nimbly playing with her tender, pert nipples rather than preparing to snap her neck.
She had to allow her weary eyes to roam elsewhere, but Caius possessed her full attention. The attempt, she gathered, is futile. Like his mouth, his eyes smirked down at her as his tip entered her roughly.
A moan emitted freely from Vada's mouth.
"Might as well act as it. It is much too late to deny to me that you like it."
Vada roughly shook her head. He slid into her much further.
"Why don't you have it your way tonight." he whispered "The louder you moan, the harder I'll reward you."
Reward you.
Vada no more than nodded against his face. Moans did indeed speak for her.
He chuckled, darkly, "If you wish."
Caius allowed him to get lost in the girl, vulnerable underneath him, and still strong at the same time. He never thought that he would be able to enjoy a human without killing her in the act. Maybe, he supposed, it was because all the others weren't potential to the guard and he was allowed to treat himself to their blood.
He always viewed the sex as the true meal. It made the dessert, the blood, a lot sweeter.
Vada was a true treasure, though. He knew where to find her, and could practically have her anytime he wished.
The grunts madly left him as he collided with his orgasm.
He finished and deftly pulled out, whether or not Vada may have been ready.
And whether or not she hated it, he still plans to visit for many nights to come.
"Filthy."
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-Kayti
