Desire and Despair

Chapter 1: The Beginning

I felt the shift in the air as the breeze grazed my fingers. The atmosphere got colder against my uncovered arms as I looked around the abandoned street. My tongue thickens at the taste of fear and chaos, it isn't an unpleasant taste but not something I enjoy on a daily bases.

"Come to play a game, Fox," I chuckle as I sense him behind me.

The familiar smell of musk and fast food is not apparent on his clothes but electric currents are strong between us.

"What are you talking about, Raquel," he asks in my ear in his voice.

Living up to his name of mischief it seems, I chuckle to myself as I turn around to face him.

Gone was the warmth of his copper tone eyes with the dark spirit he is. His freckled face is pale and dark circles cover his eyes. Even the smirk on his face is foreign, it is more sinister than my favorite goofy one.

"I never took you as a fool, Nogitsune. Don't treat me as one," I scoff in irritation.

The smirk drops to a frown as he roughly grabs my face, bringing us closer. I don't flinch in his cold grip but I also don't feel fear as much as he wants.

"What is stopping me from killing you now," he sneers against my lips.

"Because you want me," I stare into his lifeless eyes.

If he is surprised he is great at not showing it, he stares at me for several moments in the open street. The sound of crickets chirp in my ears as I listen for his steady breath.

Unexpectedly he mashes our mouths together causing our teeth to hit against each other. But just as quickly it turns to a fight of dominance, our tongues wrestling causing a moan to escape my mouth. A surge of strength enters my body as he pulls our bodies even closer together. The demon possessed teenager's erection covered jeans rubs against my stomach. His skins pales even more as mine glows warmly that only the supernatural eye. He just as quickly kisses me breaks it off panting for air. I release myself from his grasp, wiping the saliva from my lips with the back of my hand.

The sound of heavy feet trumping on the ground echoes in my ear from the far west. The werewolves are coming and fast. Laughing from the fox snaps me from the distance to him. His hands on his knees as the roar of his laughter enters my ears before he straightens up to tower over me.

"So much sensual energy, no," he questions in his usual raspy voice.

I shrug at his question. I took some of his strength so it will take him a few hours to return to his normal power.

"It looks like you should be running," I reply before walking in the other direction of the upcoming wolves.

"When will I see you again," he asks causing me to pause.

I turn around walking backwards as I look him over. The night may make it hard to see but I can see his blue shirt on his lanky but tone chest and his jeans fitting him rightly. Even with a school full of athletes I have always had a desire for the over energetic lacrosse player. I can sense his arousal for me since I first moved here. Even the fox feels something.

"Stiles knows where to find me, ask him," I suggest before disappearing into the shadows of the night.

Hello everyone, with winter finals here I have been writing endlessly on somethings new and somethings old. This is the something new. Please review if you enjoy or if you just plain out hate it. Glad to be back in the game.

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