The Hunter
Chapter 10: "I Hate Everything About You."
A/N: Beth is played by Shannon Sossamon. Her singing voice is played by the singer from Flyleaf. Also, tons of sex in this fic. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's definitely mature. The song is I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace. Review please!
James showered and changed his jeans out for a new pair. They weren't broken in but they would do until he could clean his other ones. He preferred the faded, grungy look when he could be picky about fashion. Unfortunately now was not one of those times. He rarely ever wore a shirt, instead choosing to show off his chest. He liked the admiring and often jealous stares of humans when he went dancing with Victoria.
Beth was bruised badly. On her hips where he'd been gripping her while he fucked her. He saw them when she was getting dressed. He hadn't meant to bruise her. He'd just gotten so into it that he'd lost control. He never lost control during sex, at least not with Victoria. He was surprised that he hadn't bitten her but it was as though some force deep inside himself had forbidden it. He shivered when he thought of her dead. It was an unpleasant thought to him, though he didn't know why. Well, she'd be dead soon enough. When he was done with her he'd suck her dry and leave her corpse on the highway. Another shiver, this one stronger, and a wave of nausea in the pit of his stomach.
He shook his head to clear the vision of her dead body from his head and stepped out into the crummy motel room. She was… Dear God, was she cutting? He flitted to her and ripped the razor out of he hand and flung it across the room. He pinned her wrists to the bed roughly, not at all careful with her broken wrist. She cried out in pain but he didn't care. She deserved it. What was she thinking?
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snarled at her.
"I do it all the time," she said with a pained whimper. "It's not a big deal."
"It a big deal to me!" he shouted. "The only one who gets to hurt you is me, not you, not your fucking filthy father, not anybody! Do we understand each other?"
She spit in his face. He wasn't expecting that.
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
He slapped her, tapped her really, since he could have ripped her head off with a real slap. But it did the job. She cried out in pain and looked at him dazedly
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
"How dare you hit me!" she screamed in his face.
"I tapped you!" he yelled back, their face an inch apart. "If I'd hit you your fucking head would be missing!"
Only when I stop to think about it…
"I hate you, you son of a bitch!" she screamed furiously.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
The words stung and he flinched. He hated himself for it but he did. He couldn't help but be weak around her.
"I hate you!" he screamed back, not meaning a single word of it, and wishing he did.
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
"Good! Then why don't you fucking KILL me!" she shrieked, hurting his ears.
Only when I stop to think about it
Then he kissed her, and her hands tangled in his wild hair.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
He ripped at her clothes and she tore his in the fight to get them off. He would fuck her into submission, make her take his cock whether she liked it or not, though she didn't seem to be complaining.
Only when I stop to think about you
I know
Only when you stop to think about me
Do you know?
He spread her legs and plunged into her without waiting for her to adjust. She cried out in pain but her legs wrapped around his waist and her nails raked down his back, leaving stinging red marks on his skin. He didn't even know how she could hurt him but he didn't care at the moment. He was too busy fucking her.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me?
He thrust in and out of her at inhuman speeds and they both made noises of pleasure and pain.
I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
Their pleasure built and built until there was nothing else for them in the world. They came screaming.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?