My friends told me to update because they want more chapters, le sigh. Here you go, you're lucky I have some stuff planned in my head because from this point onwards I have no idea what I'm gunna be writing :L Lets pray I think of something for the next chapter, review and favourite~

By the way on a serious note, if you're sensitive about rape don't read the part in italics later in the chapter.

Lots of love, Reckless xo

Dru

Christophe and I were supposed to train the little succubus to fight with guns and malaika. She managed to get the guns part down pretty quickly, which surprised me, I thought she was an airhead. Well, then again, there was always room for improvement. She often made slight slip ups that Christophe was happy to correct a millisecond before I could open my mouth or happy to shift her body position like you always see in stupid movies, gently shifting her arm and hugging her from behind in the process. I ground my teeth a little in frustration but continued to silently watch the two flirt while I couldn't get a word in edgeways. After a few hours she could get a nice well grouped set of rounds in the practice targets, slowly but perfectly load and put the safety on and off machine guns, shotguns, rifles and pistols.

Then we got to the wooden sticks he'd used to train me. He barked her through first and second form and I could tell she was getting irritated. She kept clenching her jaw and gnashing her teeth when he kept correcting her position. Is that what I looked like when he grilled me through each movement? Eventually she repeated the exact movements I did three years ago in anger, throwing the wooden sticks to the floor and beginning to turn away. But the only thing that differed was that Christophe went after her. He grabbed her arm and frowned at her asking where she was going. His tone was like a teacher questioning a student. That's how their relationship was supposed to be and honestly I felt a little relieved. The ache in my chest easing a little, maybe he didn't like the new girl Astrid and was just teasing me a little. I tasted faint waxy orange on the back of my throat. I hadn't experienced it in a long time, how nostalgic. Wait. Something was wrong. My eyes flicked from the spot on the wall I'd been staring at to the two in front of me. Astrid was in her change form, horns and claws out. I blinked. She was on the other side of Christophe in an instant. Maybe she'd changed to escape his grasp, I knew his grip was like steel bands forbidding you to move, a potential incentive. But then I smelt the blood. I looked at Christophe wild eyed who was holding his chest, a long claw shaped slash along his torso.

He was bleeding. Blood seeped through the fabric on his shirt. I could barely restrain myself. I knew how good that blood tasted, I knew exactly the right spot to close my fangs in around his throat and drink that crimson juice from him veins. I balled my hands into fists hoping the pain would distract me but it only fuelled on the blood lust. I looked at Astrid in a desperate attempt but she while I had my eyes on Christophe it appeared that she had collapsed to the floor, shakily trying to drag herself up like a newborn foal trying to stand. Shit. What was I going to do? Christophe was bleeding; I was going to attack him any second. Astrid was finally standing and making her way towards him. She was saying something. I couldn't hear. Her voice blacked out by the cloud of hunger that had me frozen to the spot. She looked at me, returning the desperation in my very own eyes. Then she shook her head realising I was completely out of it. Was she trying to ask me something? At this point I couldn't care less. Three years and I still could barely restrain myself against that red liquid that coursed through everyone's body.

Astrid

I had blacked out, what just happened. Why was I on the floor? Last thing I remembered was trying to leave the gym then Christophe grabbed my arm. I frowned and tried to stand up, but I was too weak. I shivered violently as I tried to stand again, collapsing back down on the floor. My power was gone. Why? I looked up; Christophe was on his knee's clutching his stomach. I could smell blood. The smell alone sent my throat up in blazes but I was used to this kind of pain. I continued to try and stand, failing miserably the first few times but after I was up I immediately looked for the other svetocha to help. She was frozen stiff. I yelled out to her but she could only return my gaze with a panicked glance. I shook my head and turned away, she was going to be useless I guessed.

I shook Christophe and he looked at me and snarled, aspect glazing over him like wind in a field of grain, blonde highlights slicking down his hair. Even when he was angry he was just so goddamn sexy... I shouldn't be thinking that. I ignored his warning growls and lifted his t-shirt where he was holding the wound protectively.

"Stay away from me bitch," he snarled aggressively and I rolled my eyes at him

"I'm not going to drink you, let me heal you... I promise that's what I'm doing, just trust me okay?" I muttered and pressed my mouth to the 5 gashes along his abs, opened it and licked. The blood coated my tongue and I was tempted to vomit. The taste of paint stripper again was all I could taste. He shoved my head away and I spat out the blood.

"What are you doing?" Christophe snapped and I rubbed my neck where the muscle had overstretched when he shoved me away.

"I'm neutralizing the poison that stops you healing you imbecile!" I retorted "Jeeze you obnoxious djampir, you really have no idea what powers demons have, even the weak ones..."

I returned to cleaning the wound, cautiously this time so he wouldn't snap my neck if he tried to shove me again. Fuck, it hurt enough the last time. I worked repetitively, licking the lacerations then spitting out the blood that I'd collected in my mouth. He watched me curiously,

"You're so young yet you can refuse your thirst, how?" he asked as I lifted my head from his torso,

"It tastes so fucking bad, that's why." I growled and he chuckled, smiling at me. I had to look down as I drew a short breath, damn it, if the svetocha wasn't here I'd jump him right there and then.

I finally cleaned all the wounds I'd made and pulled his shirt down, running my hands down his abs, straightening the creases and then looked into his eyes. I noticed his eyes were a blowtorch blue, it was mesmerising, I lifted my hand to touch his face but I pulled it back and sat on my knees across from him. Christophe gave a sigh of relief; the cuts must already by healing and I lifted one corner of my mouth in a lopsided smile, proud of myself.

But then I started to feel the effects of overusing my abilities, I felt drained and weak. I could barely move a muscle. I was limp, like a doll and my smile fell, eyes filling with panic. My mother once told me succubi who couldn't sustain themselves often died as they eventually lost the strength to hunt, I opened my mouth but the words wouldn't come out. The fear had made me tense up; all that came out my throat was a rough whine. Christophe frowned at me as I tried to form words. He'd better be fucking good at lip reading or I was screwed. I slowly mouthed 'help me' and he nodded tilting his head "With what?" I shook my head, not sure how to ask. I was embarrassed but then I growled at myself. I was part succubus, part lust demon, what was I doing getting all embarrassed over a stupid kiss. So I leant forward and mouthed 'kiss me', and kiss me he did.

It was great, his lips on mine, the feel of pure temptation and lust running through me to him. He had pulled me between his legs as I knelt there, slowly regaining enough strength to hold myself against him without him having to support me. My hands ran through his hair as I ravaged his mouth, I needed what he could give me, I was hungry, I was tired and I was frustrated. His hands had settled on my hips as I straddled him growling lustily, he pulled away quickly, short of breath.

"Feeling better now?" he asked amused and I glared,

"Sufficient, but it's not enough, I want you" I whispered kissing down his jaw line, neck, and collarbone. He groaned almost silently,

"I can't -" Christophe was trying to find an excuse but the way he was kissing me back moments ago showed clearly he was starving for affection.

"Just shut up." I warned openly glancing at Dru who was now looking like she would throttle me so I muttered something barely audible in his ear and got up stiffly, keeping my eyes on the other girl the whole time. Her death stares were fairly intimidating and considering how the others behaved around her she seemed like someone not to mess with. When I felt my hip press against the gym door I pushed against it with my shoulder, slipping through the small gap I'd made.

It was dark outside, daytime for a schola prima. Astrid sat in her room on the edge of her bed, fire flickering. She had ordered clothes that seemed sufficient for now, tracksuit bottoms, shorts, t-shirts, vest shirts, jeans and a dress for special occasions. Currently she wore some denim shorts that finished a few inches below the requirement for the shorts to become hot pants and a baggy t-shirt with some band logo on the front. She had finished the outfit with the black cross necklace she'd never taken off since she'd been dragged away from her parents corpses to this very place. She shuddered as images flooded her mind.

Vampires tearing her parents apart, limb after limb, starting with their arms and legs, listening to them scream in pain, drinking their blood as she cowered in the corner. She remembered as they noticed her and headed towards her. They chattered to eat other, laughing sinisterly. They'd grabbed her, ripped most of her clothing aside from the corset and skirt she'd been wearing, they'd laughed as she screamed for help. They laughed as she screamed for her parents. They laughed as she cried miserably as they raped her, over and over again. Then she blacked out. All she remembered after that was waking up and rocking herself, trying to shut away everything away, as the bodies of the vampires lay strewn across the floor. She remembered the order members picking her up trying to take her here as she thrashed, scared they were the same people who worked with the vampires, screaming as they shut her in the back of the van and crying her eyes out for her lost home, possessions and parents.

She bit her lip trying to hold back the tears that never came. The door creaked open and Christophe slid in. He noticed her deep in thought and knelt down in front of her.

"Milady Astrid, are you okay?" he asked, concern flickering through his cold blue eyes briefly, and then they returned to the hard unforgiving expression that they always had. Astrid shook her head.

"I'm fine." She said monotonously "honestly."

"You asked for my presence?" and she nodded pulling him onto the bed with her. He sat next to her, watching her, studying her like a biologist studies a plant. She hated it when he looked at her like that, like she was an object not a person.

"I wanted to continue from earlier" Astrid muttered and he sighed shifting his weight to stand "please. I can't sustain myself with just a kiss every so often. We need more to survive, Christophe"

He couldn't take her pleading, miserable expression so he shook his head holding her chin and tilting it up, kissing her softly "you're insatiable" Christophe whispered. They fell back onto the bed, him shifting her body so he was straddling her on all fours, pinning her hands by her head, kissing her neck until he found a sweet spot making her groan in delight. He traced a trail to her lips, hungrily forcing his tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately. She happily returned the favour, tugging her hands from his grip, rolling them until she was on top.

Astrid slid up his top, staring at the muscle shifting underneath her. The lighting from the fire accentuated the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he tried to catch his breath after the kiss. She grinned at the beautiful creature she had caught in her snare, kissing his torso where she'd hurt him earlier, licking up his abs then pinning down his shoulders as she closed her eyes leaning in to kiss him again. This play fight for dominance continued for a few minutes as they explored each other's bodies. Astrid was clearly weaker than the older male djampir but he seemed to be allowing her brief moments to 'overpower' him and do some of the work.

She threw her shorts off the bed along with his shirt as he slid his hands up and down her curve of her waist and hips. She gave him a playful smirk and ground gently against him making him groan. He dragged his hands up her back leaving claw marks as the aspect ran through him, unhooking her bra and pulling it off her. He admired her assets and her eyes widened as she yelped in pleasure as he licked the tips.

"Christophe..." she groaned, biting his shoulder to stop from screaming out as he moved a hand into her underwear, knowing exactly what would drive her crazy, slipping two fingers between her legs. She whimpered biting down harder making him bleed, but somehow the djampir ignored the pain. She gripped the sheets as he drove her over the edge, her pleasured scream muffled on his skin. He grinned at her as she collapsed onto his chest panting, eyes still dying for him to do more. He stroked her hair gently, tilting his head. At this moment in time neither knew what to do, Christophe had a beautiful girl begging for him on his lap, almost naked yet why could he not get into it. Physically she was more than satisfactory, yet he hesitated at every movement. Astrid could sense how tense he was and gave him a pained look. This wasn't working. He'd barely satisfied her but obviously he didn't want to go any further. She crawled off his lap and picked up her shirt and shorts that she'd previously discarded, pulling them on

"Milady, wait-" he said knowing that it wouldn't help, he was just as frustrated as she was, but one thing held him back

"It's fine." Astrid muttered at him "You love her, the other svetocha; it's not hard to see. The way you two look at each other...Jeeze, I could have a fucking orgasm stepping between the sexual tension right there..."

She tried to laugh at her joke and failed. Christophe knew she was right, "I'm sorry" he tried to say, trying to reach out to her and hold her. But not how she wanted.

"Forget it. Just leave. Please." she choked, barely clinging to her dignity as she face the fire away from him and the bed.

Drama llama's

Kay. How am I gunna cope with the smut later I'm either laughing or blushing at what I'm writing. Oh dear.