By time we were done, we were both thoroughly coated in each other's blood.
"Damn…" he sighed, as we lay on the blood soaked mattress, "…gotta admit…ain't had anythin' this wild before…"
"…what the fuck have I done…?" I sighed in anguish. He glanced at me, "Don't go acting like you didn't like it. The way you were screamin', I'm surprised no one came up here…"
I buried my face in my hands. Where the hell had my life gone so off the rails?
I had a plan.
I was gonna find the asshole that killed me, torture him, kill him then take the cure and go back to being a regular human.
Not only had I failed to kill him, I just had sex, insane, bloody, mind blowingly amazing sex, with the man who'd ruined my life.
It was not a good day.
He got up with a groan, and I saw the bloody scratch marks I'd left on him healing into his flesh. He grabbed his pants, fishing a carton of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket.
"Besides, the way you were riding me, I doubt you would have been able to stop if you didn't come"
I felt sick, "…I need a shower…"
"Careful of Consuela" he said, referring to the now cold body of the maid still lying on the other side of the bed.
"Fuck you, that's not even her name" I sighed.
"Oh yeah…?"
"It's Eunice, I actually talked to her" I scoffed, slamming to door behind me. I turned the water on as hot as it would go and even that wasn't hot enough to erase my sin. I hated everyone, especially myself because no matter how much what just happened disgusted me, a bigger part, the biggest part, had liked it.
I heard the curtain pull back a moment before he joined me in the small shower.
"What the hell?!" I screeched, covering my chest with my arms.
"Relax, I'm bloody too" he scoffed.
"You could've just waited until I was done!"
"And give you time to find something to kill me with? No thanks, now move you're hoggin' the hot water" he shoved me aside.
"You unbelievable asshole!"
"I love it when you talk dirty" he winked at me. I'd be lying if I said the close proximity wasn't doing anything to me, just watching the blood slide off him got me all hot and bothered.
I needed to go, to remove myself from this situation before something happened.
"…not so fast…" he growled, grabbing my arm.
"Let go of me" I hissed.
"Uh, uh, uh. The last time you said that you ended up ridin' my dick for three hours" he smirked pressing me against the wall of the shower.
"Fuck you…" I hissed but I was losing more of my reason the longer I stared into those bluer then blue eyes.
"Don't mind if I do…" he grinned showing his fangs. My arms were around his neck even before our lips touched. I sucked on his tongue and he growled, pressing himself more intimately against me. He kissed my neck, lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist.
He pulled back to look me in the eye as he eased his erection inside me, I tipped my head back against the tile moaning. He bit into my neck, pressing me against the wall of the shower as he thrust his length in and out.
"Mmm…oh God…Reinhardt…!" I moaned.
"…that's it…scream my name…" He growled back, fucking me harder. I came twice but he showed no sign of stopping, I buried my face in his neck, biting him fiercely. He groaned as I drank his blood, shoving me hard against the wall, he came with a drawn out growl. His body seized and he filled me with several long spurts.
He leaned his head against the tile over my shoulder, panting. I shakily lowered my legs, whimpering when he pulled out and his seed dripped down my thighs.
"…guy could get used to this…" he commented. I looked away, ashamed, moving to wipe his blood from my face when he grabbed my arm. He leaned in, licking a trail from my chin to my lips, kissing me almost tenderly.
A moment later, I heard the door to the hotel room get kicked in.
"Oi! Reinhardt you randy bastard…!"
"We know you're in there!"
He cursed pulling away from me and hopping out of the shower, "You got clothes right?"
I nodded, still stunned.
"Get'em on and get outta here. You don't want these guys finding ya…" he said grabbing a towel and heading back into the room, "Yeah, yeah…"
I dried myself, pulling on a change of clothes and peeking in through a crack in the door. There were two guys in the room one with long blond hair, a long coat and douchey looking sunglasses. The other looked like a fuckboy bondage slave with bright blond hair and a chainmail shirt.
"What the fuck happened in here?" the douche said in a thick Irish brogue.
"This your blood?" the other one said in a gruff voice.
"Not all of it…" he sighed.
"You got some bitch in here?" the gruff one asked.
"So what if I do?"
Irish started to laugh, "She must be kinky as fuck to do that to you…!"
"Shut the fuck up"
"Don't be shy, introduce us to your little spitfire…" he went on.
"This one ain't for sharing"
I heard all I needed to. I lifted shoved open the sticky bathroom window, lifting myself up on the sill and slipping out into the 3:00am air.
I found Blade a month or so later in Russia, he didn't ask me what happened, which I was glad for.
"I fucked up" I said.
He didn't say anything, just gave me the blue vile and the needle gun and a room to detox in.
"I'll avenge you" was all he said.
After I was cured, he took me back to the states and started my life all over again. About a year went by and I got a phone call.
"It's done"
I didn't know how to feel about it. I knew I should have been happy but I couldn't help but feel like I'd lost something. And my mind wandered back to that question that had been bothering me for months: what if?
What if I'd stayed with Reinhardt?
What if I'd indulged in blood and sex like he wanted me to?
The answer always came blaring in my head like a foghorn, blowing away all the useless thoughts: if I did what he wanted, I'd be no better then him.
He was a monster that preyed on women, bit and murdered them and all just to get his rocks off. There was only one future for a monster like that; self-destruction.
And so he had.
But I was still here, a girl he'd fucked and left for dead.
Man, Karma can be a real bitch.