A/N: I don't own anyone except for my OC's but hey I can dream though right?
A/N: Again thank you everyone who has reviewed and read this new story as I have loved writing it!
Brooklyn struggled against the weight of the vampire knowing she was on the losing end of this battle.
"Let me explain," Dean began to say.
"Lies! You've lied to me!" She fired back feeling her muscles screamed in protest as she fought against him.
"I would never lie to you! Just please let me explain everything."
"Bullshit! You made me think you cared, that you were a nice guy when in reality you're nothing more than the thing I hunt!"
"Please just listen to me! You're the other half of my soul!"
"More lies!"
Dean looked down seeing pure unmasked anger and rage in her gray eyes. He knew he would have to convince her or resort to less than desirable tactics.
"Why was it you allowed me to stay? That you said it felt right being there with me that something inside you awakened, something you thought would never be stirred again. Am I right?"
Brooklyn didn't want to admit it but he was right. She had felt it awaken.
"And right now you don't want to fight me despite your hunter's instincts. If I was here to kill you I would've done it already."
"No, you're just taunting me," she said coldly.
Dean pinned her hands over her head hearing the knife falling to the floor with a clatter. Brooklyn tensed up knowing this was it, that she was going to die for letting her heart do the thinking and not her common sense. What happened next she didn't see coming.
The vampire pressed his ancient lips upon her soft warm ones feeling a small charge rush between them. The hunter felt her body relax beneath him as his hands released her wrists allowing them to slide down and rest on his lower back.
She deepened the kiss moaning softly in his mouth as their tongues ran along and around the other feeling a desire she thought long since dead stirring within her. Dean sensed the fire burning within her as she remained beneath him. The vampire felt his own need rising in his ancient body wanting the hunter right then and there but he hesitated.
Dean pulled back looking down at Brooklyn seeing her lips red and swollen with eyes half open glazed over with passion and lust.
"What's wrong?"
Dean silently took her hands pulling her up and off the couch guiding her to the floor. Sliding an arm around her waist the vampire lowered her down on the large rug before settling behind her. Brooklyn felt her breathing increase becoming short rapid pants. She closed her eyes at the touch of his cool fingers sliding down her neck leaving goose bumps in their wake.
"Do you trust me?" He whispered in her ear coming within mere millimeters of her ear.
"Yes," escaped from her lips. He watched as her head slowly tilted to one side exposing the soft flawless skin.
He felt his fangs begin to break through his gums as he lowered his head tasting the skin upon her neck. The vampire moved slow letting his lips remain pressed against her skin for several seconds before softly placing another one right below it. Brooklyn gasped feeling the tiny sharp points knowing what he was.
"Vampire," she sighed before the sharp piercing canines punctured her skin lodging deep within her shoulder spilling two tiny crimson streaks down her back. The room around her started spinning as the sharp stinging pain shot through tiny bite marks then rapidly raced through her. Brooklyn felt her body jerk forward but was held back by the strong arm around her waist keeping her still as the images filled her mind.
She felt and saw everything he had from the night she first met him until now. The spectrum of emotions ran rampant as hate and love ran side by side then lust and passion filling her soul. The vampire felt a rush of energy coursing through his veins as her blood mixed with his. The sensation indescribable for there was no one word to sum up what he was feeling. Brooklyn moaned against him as she felt the tiny needle sharp teeth remain lodged within her flesh feeding the ancient one life nourishing blood. Her blood.
The vampire made himself stop as too much would weaken or even kill her.
Dean gently pulled away licking the two small marks watching them heal until nothing existed. He smiled into her hair feeling a small bit of triumph in his soul.
Brooklyn turned around looking at the vampire feeling as if she had run a marathon. The slate depths no longer glaring with anger or hate but with understanding and compassion. Dean held her face in his hands as he kissed her forehead. Her blood was so pure so fulfilling. It was the closest thing to being alive in over a millennium.
"Now you know," he whispered. Brooklyn nodded her head allowing him to hold her as she breathed in the scent of his worn leather jacket.
"You were going to kill me but you didn't."
"Yes, I was going to kill you and for that I am sorry. Your ancestor killed my mate over 800 years ago and I swore revenge. I tracked you down to here and waited until the time was right. I did visit you last night but when we touched everything changed. I didn't think it was real that it was myth but I was wrong. And I am glad to be wrong."
"You left me the necklace," he nodded kissing her fiery hair pulling her closer still.
"Yes I did. I watched you sleep until morning then I left you the gift. You wear it now."
Brooklyn laughed a little knowing he was right. She felt the cool touch of the heavy pendant resting comfortably against her chest.
Dean felt her lean back into his body and responded by encircling his other arm around her waist locking them together like a protective barrier. God it felt so good having her in his embrace the way she fit in his arms it was almost perfect. He pulled her tighter in his protective circle vowing to keep her safe.
Brooklyn shifted her body to face the vampire wanting to look into those unnaturally rich emerald pools. Dean felt her gaze fixed upon him as soft gentle fingertips reached up caressing his jaw line and neck. His skin felt warm to the touch almost as if he was alive again.
He saw her eyes take more curious stance as she continued lightly tracing the outlines of his firm defined jaw and face. Brooklyn ran her fingers along his lips smiling when he pressed his lips against them. She felt the walls around her soul crack further the longer she remained in his arms.
She was scared and excited at the same time feeling the emotions race through her. Before she realized it, Brooklyn pressed her lips to his wanting to taste those ageless lips again. Dean was pleasantly caught off guard at the feel of soft swollen lips against his deepening the kiss daring to take it further.
Brooklyn didn't resist when she felt his hands slide up her shirt gathering the thin cotton garment pulling it up and over her head. Her red hair cascaded back down over her shoulders while the pale full moon bathed her in a soft glow giving her an ethereal appearance. Dean was taken aback by her beauty feeling his body react. He wasn't sure if he could keep the tide from racing in, from ripping off her clothes and taking her right then and there. The vampire wanted to feel her body pinned underneath his as she called his name in pure sexual bliss.
He saw something in those rich slate depths, the hint of a growing hunger that yearned to be fed. Dean struggled against his own primal need that grew louder with each passing second.
The vampire and hunter sat there looking deep within the other's eyes before the dam broke.
Bodies and mouths collided in a fury unmatched by anything the other had ever experienced. Dean ripped apart his shirt refusing to break the connection between them. He could feel it strengthen as their passion and his own lust grew. But the surroundings were less than desirable.
Brooklyn opened her eyes feeling him back away confused by the sudden halt. Dean smiled as he gathered her in his arms whisking her away to the bedroom. As he headed down the hall, Brooklyn nipped and kissed his neck hearing the small moans escape his mouth. Dean felt his jeans become constrictive and uncomfortable as his cock reacted to the gentle mix of lips and teeth upon his skin.
He hastened his pace anxious to be free of the tight denim finally reaching the modest sized room at the end of the hall.
Brooklyn felt her body being lowered on the bed followed by the welcoming weight of the vampire's body resting against hers as he reclaimed her mouth in his. The kiss was deep and slow reminding her of the ones a person would see in the movies.
She allowed his tongue in the warm cavern of her mouth feeling it run and swirl along her tongue and teeth slowly. The sensual way his mouth moved with hers drove the hunger inside higher and closer to the surface threatening to break loose. The vampire knew she wouldn't be able to last much longer knowing she had kept these emotions walled away for so long she had forgotten what it was like to experience the sexual urge and need that she was feeling now.
Dean gently broke the kiss and gently held her face in his hands as he saw the unmasked lust light up the soulful gray eyes. The eyes of his soulmate.
Her chest rapidly rising up and and down as he gently spoke.
"Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want to…." He was silenced by the full swollen lips of the hunter.
"Does that answer your question?" She growled in a voice dripping heavily with hunger and lust.
I know I am just soooooo mean! Fear not as I will have the next update soon!!!!!
