A/n This is a request from Rosered123, not done this style before thanksx
Waking up on the edge of an orgasm, she knew she had dreamt of him again. Her body screamed for release, climbing from the bed her legs shaky, heading into the bathroom, so glad her husband was a heavy sleeper. Slipping into the shower, her body slick with sweat, she knew her core was wet, knowing she had to bring herself to release, otherwise she wouldn't sleep
It was the same one each night, since she brought her new born home, over six months ago. She never saw his face, just felt what has tongue, hands and other parts of his body could do to her. Letting the warmth of the shower rain down on her, she stroked herself to release, closing her eyes in an attempt to locate him, going over the edge, all she saw were blue eyes. Biting her lip she came hard, her body shaking with one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had. Leaning her head against the tiled wall, she shut her eyes, this couldn't go on, her sleep pattern was destroyed, between Sophia and this ….. she had no idea what to call him. If her husband Ed found out he would beat her to death, leaving Sophia motherless, subjecting her to the various whores he choose to sleep with.
Fisting his raging hard on he closed his eyes, imaging it was her he sank in, His whole body shook as he roared his release, ashamed to see he had once again covered himself in his juice. Shutting his eyes, he let his head fall back on his large bed, luckily he could rest now, not that he really required sleep. It had been like this for months, from the moment he had seen her exit the hospital, with her daughter in her arms. When the man, he presumed was her husband placed an arm around her shoulders, seeing her physically retreat in to herself, had him itching to rip the man apart with his bare hands.
He wasn't a violent man, none of his family were, but they were feared, they were well known within the vicinity, even though they had not been back for years, and it was years. Children admired them, teenagers wanted to be part of them and adults had a healthy fear, yet supported them. Dragging himself to his feet, he headed into the shower, wondering what she was doing, how she was managing with her child? Then his thoughts went to her body, his cock twitched again, slamming his hands against the tiled wall, he bent his head, he couldn't go on like this. He had been told by his Pa, that their kind had soul mates, not many believed this, he also spoke about his kind being able to have children, if they met their soul mates, another thing that most said was fantasy, that Hollywood wrote about. How wrong they were, after all him and his older brother were proof of that, they were one of the few who were born into the clan, and inherited their parents skills. He also knew deep in his soul, another thing that the movies were wrong about, yes vampires had souls, could move in daylight, not all of them though, and did have soul mates. The woman with the baby was his , the downside she was human, which was on of the biggest no no's, top that with her having a child, he knew he was fucked. Whoever protected them sure had a funny way of messing with his head and heart, his Pa always said there was a reason for everything, and in time it would become clear, didn't mean he liked it. Switching the shower to cold, he let the water cleanse him, why couldn't he have what Merle had?. Why was he the one that had to have a fucking soul mate who was human, married and with a child?.
Pa Dixon was furious, it had been years since he had been in this city, they had left it protected, by a small human group, who ensured that the public would be safe from any intruders. How had it all gone wrong?, his family better known as "The Elders" were one of the first vampires to be discovered, related to the dark side over in Transylvania, they were powerful both in strength and abilities, and had 500 years plus between them., they were the masters. He did get annoyed, when Vlad the Impaler. claimed to be one of them, as if they would impale their victims like that, letting them suffer in pain. The Elders were not in to that kind of torture, unlike some of their European colleagues. The Dixon's were well known at sorting the situation, riding the world of evil, and protecting the innocents, humans being in that category, no pain was involved, or if so the person had warranted it. Looking through the various paperwork and photos that Rick, the local sheriff had kindly provided, he stood to his feet, so the bastard was back was he?. He now, knew full well, why Herschel, his right hand man, and human, had called him back, why Rick, Shane and T-dog worried for the safety of the town. The Governor was back, the streets were no longer safe, he knew innocents were being turned. Philip was the son of a human, who had been turned by a vampire, he didn't have the soul that the master's had, or the conscience. He was evil, used torture to get what he wanted, the more pain the better, at times he wondered if he was related to Vlad or that side?, locating the phone he called Herschel time to check things out, time the Dixon's took their town back.
"Will you shut that screeching piece of shit up" Ed had woken in a bad mood, his wife wasn't next to him, in bed where she should be, all he could hear was the scream of their daughter, then silence.
Stretching he would deal with his wife later, he had allowed her the months, since Sophia's birth to recuperate, but now he wanted servicing. It was time she let him have his husbands rights, tonight he would have her. Philip needed him in early, they had some clients he required moving, more like frightened, as soon as the sheriff realized he had lost control, there was nothing that Philip and his gang couldn't do. Even though he was not privileged to the end result, he knew that bodies were appearing around the city, the victims left a mess.
Carol felt her stomach churn, at the sound of her husbands voice, wishing he wasn't awake yet. Making sure Sophia was nuzzled at her breast, she sat on the large rocking chair looking out of the window, her thoughts on the man in her dreams. Was it real? Did the man with the blue eyes exist?. She had felt every touch and caress, as if he was with her in that room, trying to remember what the room looked like her mind cast back. At first it was white, nothing, maybe it was a dream and nothing else, the cloud lifted and she saw a large four poster bed, candles around the room, she saw deep red's, creams, then those blue eyes. Shaking her head, she tried to clear it, wondering what was happening, as she shut her eyes, to take the moment in, then she heard him speak.
"I'm coming for ya darlin" her eyes shot open, looking around, nothing, what was happening to her?