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This is the second chapter, sorry it took so long I had forgotten my password :) I hope you like it...

I held her as tight as I could I just held her. It's such an odd and junior high thing to do, but all I wanted to do was make sure she was here, with me. How did she do this to me? A dull throb in my head began to get painful as I thought about the past few hours. She was just a toy, an object that needed to be destroyed, something that didn't remind me of anything or anyone. She wasn't those things anymore she wasn't a lover or friend, she was mine. A title which I wanted every cell in her body to carry like a permanent tattoo.

The said body was beginning to shake in my arms; it took me a moment to process the sharp pain on my cheek and the blood dripping down my lip before I realized she had hit me. She had hit me, she had hit me, the little fucking cunt had hit me!

I looked down at her as a red haze started to blur my vision. Her big eyes were bloodshot and teary while the rest of her face was as white as a sheet contrasting the red drop of blood that had fallen on her cheek. That red drop was the only thing I could focus on, it held my distorted reflection. It looked odd, almost sinister, I couldn't look. That drop made me feel something, an emotion I didn't have a name to. My heart felt heavy and my head was being was beaten by a sledgehammer.

I let my gaze fall to my arms trying to shake of that damn emotion. I watched as they slowly moved up her body until they landed on her neck and squeezed. Small choked breaths began to escape her lips and her face was no longer contrasting the blood but blending in with it. I vaguely heard the calls of my sister telling me to stop. Her neck was just so small, such a frail body deserved to be broken.

As much as she tried she could not get free, she kicked and scratched but I felt and saw nothing but the vision of her frail neck breaking. I would make sure her broken body carried my mark.

Her feet shook out its last jolt before l let her unconscious body fall on to the floor in a heap at my feet. A dark blue purple mark started to bloom on her neck as her eyes started to slowly flutter open.

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my hate as rare,
As any she belied with false compare," I laugh at my own humor as those eyes which once fluttered shot straight open and lips begged for an escape.

Only a couple of more body parts to mark, her arms would be the easiest. Her arms just need a grab and my hands will show up on her skin like ink would. Her chest and stomach would require some effort but not everything is impo-

"Brother, what are you doing?" A small voice spoke from behind me. Small brown arms slowly wrapped themselves around me and a warm breath assaulted the middle of my back. These arms made me lose thought until I remembered the situation down at my feet.

"Sister, leave now." Not wanting to be told twice the small arms left my waist and a cool breeze replace the heated breath making me shiver a the difference. The light click of the door being shut was the only indication that her and Emmy-boy had left.

I lifted the girl up and laid her down on the bed. After circling the bed a couple of times I finally decided it would be easier to cut it off. I fished out the knife from my pocket and watched as the soft silk t-shirt was cut down the middle. The girl watched with scared rabbit eyes at what I would do next.

The small swell of her breast rose and fell at an irregular rate and tears soaked my pillow but I couldn't pay attention to that because the damn girl was hitting me on my head. One thing I learned from my daddy "Handcuffs and knives are your greatest friends because they don't need to be reloaded" and I was gonna use just that. I pulled out a box of new police handcuffs and cuffed the damn girl with her hands above her head.

Her lips trembled and begged to be bitten, but the thought of how red they could be if they were drenched in blood and bruised put the image to shame. The next few moments I lost all sense of gravity and didn't know if her chest rose or if I was the one that bent down, I just know that her fleshed tasted like salt and fresh water from the 'bath'. I traced the curve of her breast sucking hard trying to get the blood to break through the skin. There were deep purple hickeys in my wake as I slowly began testing out how hard her nipple could get. It was a pattern almost, spike tongue then flat tongue, spike tongue then flat tongue. I switched to the other one trying to make a copy of what I had created a mirror image. It was only then that I realized she wasn't moving. Her chest wasn't moving at an erratic rate, I looked up into her eyes and seeing the frighten expression on her face the phrase "too scared to move" came to mind. I couldn't help but to laugh.

Almost 25 marks in total and I was done with her chest and stomach but her legs were a different matter. Her pants and underwear were long gone, scattered somewhere in the room. Her legs were now bare for me to see and it seemed to have been a short while she had shaven because small stubble bumps were starting to show. I found it very offensive that hair could break her skin but my sucking did nothing. A tuff of hair rested on top and on the sides of where I wanted to bury myself.

I started on the insides of her thighs and moved up. I continued to miss the one place I wanted to be and she raised her hips in response, but I would not succumb to her desires. Up and down Up and down her thighs until she started to quiver. Finding that little thing called a clit was easy but working it was another matter. I quickly learned that when she gasped I should do it again and when she kept quiet not to do it again. Her responsive ways began to wear down as she stopped moaning but started to slam her hips into my awaiting mouth. I was a pro at alternating between sucking her clit and thrusting my tongue in to her hot, dripping hole. Suddenly her back arched off the bed and her legs on my shoulder shook. She rode out her orgasm for a few more moments until her back hit the bed with the hard thump.

The only thing that could be heard was her heavy breathing and the wet lapping sound of me cleaning up the rest of her juices

"Edward, why?" the girl beneath me cried.

"I'm a killer, cold and ruthless, I've been inside your bed roo-" I picked up my phone and checked the ID.

"Hi Bella. I'm going to have to call you back, okay bye" I said to my lover and closed the phone with out a reply. This was the reason why the girl on my bed wasn't my lover because the one I wish so badly to be beneath me carrying all my marks and bearing this pain was with the person I swore never to betray. This girl beneath me was just a fucking pixie who likes to play jokes on mans mind.

WHahahahahahahaha how did you like the ending R&R please :)