So I am a Warlow fan…sue me! I don't know if it's the fact that he's the new kid in town or that he has a misconstrued obsession with or ingénue, but I like the kid. Also, Rob Kazinsky is hawt. I haven't touched FF for a long time, so this feels a little strange to me. I thought I'd do a smut fic just to get this out here and exercise my wings just a bit. I am going to work on an anthology for Warlow, going back into his past. Look for it if you're a fan. Spoilers for Season 6. We are kicking off from Ep. 6 "Don't You Feel Me." Feedback is money and buys you fast updates ;) BTW, this will of course be an exposition in smut, so you have been warned, NO MINORS! NC-17, HARD R.

*Edited and updated, still no beta, so no hate for my shitty grammar.

THIS CHAPTER GETS A PG-13 RATING FOR LANGUAGE AND SUGGESTIVE MATERIAL

HER LIGHT

Macklyn Warlow sat awkwardly, long legs sprawled lazily on the ground. Sookie was binding his hands behind him, the touch of her dainty fingers and the smell of her flesh sent his senses into overload, stirring his loins. It was ungentlemanly. It took all of his willpower to keep his fangs locked in, as the urge to bite her, drink her, and fuck her into oblivion all but took over. But he would not harm her. Not after he'd been waiting for so long.

He was a carnal creature. A sick and wild thing, he deserved nothing and there was no place for him on this earth. He would kill, and fuck, and drink with wild abandon, just as his Maker taught him. But where she could walk away without remorse, without a single ounce of regret, he would be left with a suffocating guilt that left him gasping for reprieve. Lillith, he thought with a grimace. It was all Her fault. His sullied existence, his isolation, and loneliness were all her doing. She had even robbed him the honor of a noble death, as his immortality stole him his wish for an end.

But here, HERE was his salvation, his chance at a life of light again. Sookie. She was beautiful and bright. She warmed him like the sun never could. He felt her hands on his as she used her light to anchor the vines around his wrists. He pulled at them to test it. She'd done well, her light was strong, but if he wanted to he could easily break out. He needed her to trust him, though, and making himself seem vulnerable was the easiest way to start a dialogue with her. The poor thing was desperately deprived. He thought about all the things she had been through, or at least the things he knew about…her parents, the isolation, and on top of that, Bill. Or Lillith…Billith, as he'd come to think of him.

She was so broken and wounded. Those large brown eyes left him drowning and lost. How could he come to fix her? He would give her forever, and spend his life devoted to her. She didn't know how important she was. It would be fine, though. He would fix her. He had spent thousands of years around people, manipulating, moving, breaking, and healing…he could take care of his Sookie. He just needed her to trust him. She was a smart one too. He was secretly proud that she had caught him off guard inside her house. He knew she was suspicious of him. He could smell the silver all over her charming little home cooked meal. She was testing him, and even though as Ben was haplessly oblivious, he, Macklyn Warlow, was completely aware. She wouldn't know how to categorize him because there was no one else like him on this earth. Yet. So he had assumed he'd gained her trust, made his move and kissed her in a moment of pure triumphant bliss. He had lost himself in her lips and let himself go numb in the moment. When she held up her light, it had shocked him. It was such a refreshing thing that he could still feel surprise after so many centuries. But then shock turned to fear, not for himself, but for her. He could feel the wild, raw power of the light inside her palms, and it would certainly injure him, perhaps gravely, but it was her he was concerned about. She wasn't meant to harness that kind of power yet. It would drain her of her light and leave her a barren, empty shell. He would never let her harm herself. He had been promising to protect her long before she was born. So Macklyn felt another long dormant emotion wake again…panic. He had to talk her down, distract her, save her. It was a mistake to underestimate her, one that he would not make again.

PART 2 UP SOON AND THERE WILL BE SMUT

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