Okay so, again, I'm having major issues with brain block. The end of my freshman year has come upon me and I'm stressing over finals and regents and stuff like that. So forgive me if these next few chapters seem a bit off or something.

Chapter Two

Jizabel forced himself into the doorway of a shaggy, steaming building. The door almost flew off its rusting hinges when he pushed it inward. The pungent stench of alcohol made his nostrils flare and his eyes water. His heart pounded harshly against his rib cage, and suddenly…it began to slow. A sinking feeling had begun to take hold of his heartstrings and pull it down past his diaphragm.

An old, sane looking old man stood behind the counter, swirling a rag around the inside of a small whisky glass. He lifted his gaze to meet Jizabel's and smiled at him. Jizabel took a hesitant step forward into the bar. A group of thugs that had swarmed around an extremely non self-respecting woman turned to glare at him. Their scruffy visages were coupled well with the stench of alcohol.

Jizabel ignored their looks of contempt and slid onto a rickety chair at the back end of the counter. The cigar smoke had not accumulated as much here.

"What will it be, sir?" the old man had, by now, walked up to his spot in the corner, still rubbing the crystal glass. His tie was neatly tucked under his vest, and his collar was turned down.

"Nothing for me, thank you…" Jizabel said politely, plastering a smile to his gracefully pale face. The old man's kind gaze almost, for a slight moment, held a bit of anger, but he continued to smile.

"I'm sorry to say that you can't stay here unless you order something," the bartender cocked an eyebrow. "Or…you can…"

His gaze shifted to the woman in lewd lingerie, "Pay when you're done…"

Jizabel dug around in his coat pockets for silver and gold and slapped a handful on the wooden counter. "I don't do liquor, sorry," he said loud enough for him to be heard by most of the customers..

The woman smiled and immediately stood up and disappeared behind the other end of the counter. "Follow me, sir."

Jizabel stood from his seat in the corner, once again ignoring the glares of the thugs behind him. Were they upset because he had paid for something they were hoping to get for free?

He followed the underdressed young woman into the back of the bar, disappearing behind a swinging plywood door.

"Awaken, dear raven bred from Satan," a cold, blood chilling cackle filled his ears and he forced his eyes open. A tall, slender woman stood before him. Though her body was slender like that of a young woman, her clawed hands and slightly wrinkled visage proved otherwise.

Before he could attempt to analyze his surroundings, a clawed finger was resting under his chin, forcing his head up in the roughest way possible. Her eyes were clear, crystal blue, but the color was slightly dulled by the thick wrinkles on her forehead and bags beneath them.

The tip of her sharp nail dug into the sensitive flesh beneath his chin. Tears gathered beneath his bottom eyelid and filled his eyes with stinging heat.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cain noticed an arm-length candle, about as wide as a whisky bottle, was standing in the corner. As the flame flickered on the wick, wax dripped down slowly, solidifying once it touched the cold lower half of the candle.

"So, black bird…you've met the child…" the distorted woman murmured, a slight smirk gracing her thin elderly lips. "Mary, reveal yourself."

In the semi-stillness of the candle, there was a large explosion. Bits of wax flew everywhere, knocking into his body and falling to the ground. Hitting the walls heard and bursting into smaller and smaller pieces. Slices of the candle that had melted wax on them stuck to the wall, slid down a bit and froze there.

The long haired blond stepped out of the pitch black darkness and into the now shadowy room. Her hair shined against the bit of candlelight that had been lighting the other half of the room.

"Your other is still…sleeping…correct?" the thin-haired woman questioned.

Mary nodded. "Yes, Mother."

"You'll have to revive her, child. She needs to be awake for this…"

Jizabel stared at the woman, his gaze slightly hazy, but no lust overtook his eyes. He watched her lock the door behind them as she pushed him into a room with nicely painted walls and a bed that took up the whole back wall.

"Sir…what do you like?" the woman asked, turning her head slightly so she could look at him from over her shoulder. Her eyebrows were angled and her lips were raised in a gentle smirk. She turned around completely. Her bangs hid her eyes, but her lips were still raised at the corners.

"Madam, I do not like anything you have to offer," Jizabel replied, staring at her.

She looked up slightly, her eyes were wide. "B-but you paid for me! There must be something you like…there must be something you want…!"

Before he could say anything, he noticed that she was pulling the sleeves of her corset down past her shoulders until the whole top of the article was below her breasts. In a matter of milliseconds, she was on top of him, both of her thighs on either side of his waist and her hands unbuttoning his vest and throwing his coat onto the floor beside the bed. Her lips were on his neck.

"Madam, I insist you STOP," he half shouted, placing his hands on her shoulders and pushing her off of him. She was now laying beside him on the bed, blue eyes wide and long brown hair strewn across the sheets.

"I have no business with you. I do not intend on hurting the one I-" Jizabel stopped mid-sentence.

-Hurting the one I love the most…who hurt me…?-

Jizabel's eyes grew dark, and lifeless. "I…I…"

The woman stared at him and slowly began to move. "A-are you okay?" she whispered, her voice overwhelmed with concern.

"I…" Jizabel shook his head and buried his face in his hands. "…Damn…"

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"Aww…Look he's smiling at you!" Alice's face lit up with happiness. The infant in her arms squirmed and reached for her glistening hair, then turned and grinned at Riff. Riff reached out his hand and extended a finger, which the baby took a tight hold of and giggled uncontrollably.

She grinned at him and threw her free arm around his shoulder and kissed his cheek. Riff turned her head to face him and pressed his lips to hers.

Then they each kissed the little boys forehead and lay him down in the cradle. They watched him intently as his eyelids began to droop, and his mouth stretched in a sleepy yawn. They watched him turn over and kick relentlessly for a few seconds while he slept.

"Baby… I forgot how beautiful you are when you're not screaming at me…" Riff said, half jokingly.

She blushed. "Was it really that bad…?"

Riff kissed her neck, then her jaw line, "You're so unbelievably beautiful…I hardly noticed…" His hands trailed down the side of her body, one hand stopped at her backside and the other hand came back up to cup her breast. His teeth were pressed gently against the nape of her neck and she gasped.

When Riff looked up at her, her face had turned a gentle rosy pink. He smiled and pressed his lips to hers, and gently moved his hand in a circular motion when she returned the favor. She pressed her body into his and pressed her lips harder against his, forcing their tongues together.

He leaned all his weight against her, pushing her backward onto the thin mattress. He pulled down the top of her skirt and petticoat. He moved his body slowly, until he was stepping of the bed, as he inched the skirt from her hips and legs. He watched her thighs quiver.

He smiled softly and trailed his hands up her legs, then her thighs, past her hips and up the bottom of her corset, where he pulled a lace from the inside and watched it unravel from the side.

Alice bit her lip and arched her back to allow Riff to slip the corset away from her body and onto the floor. Once she was settled comfortably back onto the mattress, Riff was on top of her once more, lips pressed gently against her neck, and tongue darting out every few second to lick the soft skin.

He listened to her soft pleas and whimpers. Her hands were on his back, fingernails clawing against his skin as he massaged her breasts with gentle hands.

"Mmm…It's been a long time…" Riff whispered, biting her neck somewhat hard and earning a small whimper. Her back arched and her breasts were pressed firmly against his body. "I…I want you…" He gripped her hips and began to grind against her.

Alice whimpered and lifted her hips, their dripping jewels touched and they both moaned against one another. They began to rub against each other and their breath became quick and shallow with gentle moans.

"Uhn…R-Riff…"

Riff blushed and took a hold of his shaft, and began to guide himself to her opening. Alice moaned when Riff began to press the head into her. Her mouth was agape once he pressed himself safely inside.

He began to move his hips, back and forth. He felt himself throb inside her and he groaned, balling his fists into the sheets as he forced himself to push harder against her. He bit into the tender neck below him and groaned as he enjoyed the feeling of having her tight walls surround him.

Before he could blink, he was on his back and she was on top of him. She smirked at him and he smiled back. Alice placed her hands on his abdomen and began to raise her hips. She let herself fall down harshly, the tip of his erection hit a sensitive nerve that made her head spin, and hormones overflow along with her juices.

Riff gasped as he throbbed again, watching her drip with ecstasy made him blush and throb harder.

"Nnn…"

The night grew long, and slow and then finally still, and froze in time. But they would not. They continued at light speed, until their rushing climax completed the cycle.

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Riff opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. More painful memories beating against the inside of his skull, tearing at each and every nerve. He let loose a deep sigh from the bottom of his lungs, and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

Perhaps a short walk would take things off of his mind.

I've got some good news on my part, I've definitely decided on having only 3 more 7 chapter pieces to this story, so things will move quickly. Hopefully not too quickly.

Also I don't have to retake my algebra regents! YAY!

HA. Anyway. Expect some more stuff, I guess. :] Bai.

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