She couldn't move any further, he had her trapped, and she hated it, pushing her hands out, she stopped him in mid track, with the softest of touches, in fact barely touching him at all. It was her rejection of him, that tore him apart, the fear in her eyes, as he came further into her space. He could feel it burn him up, as if the ray's of the sun had touched his skin, sizzling it to a burnt crisp, which had happened years ago, when he and Merle played, unbeknown of who and what they were. His shoulders felt heavy with the burden he now carried, she was rejecting him and that was a fate worse than death. In fact he would gladly walk into death, should she ask him, because that would be easier to handle, not this, not now, after all they had done together.
"You wanna know what the hell I am?" his words low, anger hidden in their depth.
Looking at him in confusion, she was surprised he had stopped his advance,willing to share what he was. Yet his eyes held so much, lowing hers,hating what she could see, the pain, the suffering, he was fighting it all, as he stood there, waiting her move, he could feel her rejection deep in his soul, he had one option and one only.
"If you wish me to leave, say it and I will" what game was he playing now? Was he trying to confuse the hell out of her, it certainly was working.
"For some reason I don't think it will happen like that, if only" she more or less whispered the words to herself, seeing him flinch. Forgetting he could read her mind and with his sensitive hearing he wouldn't miss anything, good let him damn well suffer, she had screamed at him over and over to leave her the hell alone, and did he. No, not a chance in hell, he decided to turn her world upside down and sod the consequences. Yes she was going to leave Ed, but now she was stuck here, no idea really where she was, frightened for both her and her child.
"Look at me" cringing at himself, when had he become do needy?. She couldn't, as much as she hated herself for it, she could here him begging, and she knew without a doubt a man, like Daryl, never begged in his damn life.
"I SAID LOOK AT ME!." His fingers moved under her chin lifting her face to his, hating the moment she shut her eyes. Not wishing to look upon him anymore
"I stand before you, begging you, a human to look at me, Do you have any damn idea who the hell I am? You a mere mortal have me, one of the highest Master's of our world, a mythical being, as your world are so fond of calling us. Begging you to fuckin look at me"
She could feel his anger rising, yet still she couldn't look, why, what had her so scared?. Her husband would have beaten her half to death, for her insolence. The sound of a hand hitting the wall hard, brought her back to the now, her eyes slowly opening to stare into his.
"He will never touch you again. Of that I promise" his hand now bleeding, he rubbed the knuckles, ashamed of how he lost control, knowing it would scare her more, how his whole attitude would frighten her away, and that wasn't his plan.
"You going to lick the blood, now from your hand. Is that what you are claiming to be?" what on earth had possessed her to say that?, his eyes never leaving hers, he moved his hand towards her. Glad for her sarcasm, pleased she had some fight left in her, letting his hand move closer to her. He saw her breath, hitch a little, as she waited for his next move.
"No, but you can" His reaction surprising her, he looked so serious. Carol didn't know what to say or do, choosing to resort to anger instead, she was getting fed up with these stupid mind games, he seemed to enjoy playing with her. The way he had her on edge, aching for his touch, to being scared to even breath, through fear of him.
"What?. then I am under your spell, for god's sake have you actually listened to yourself?"
"Go on I dare ya, if you think it's such crap, then go for it darlin, who am I to stop ya" no woman had pushed him like this, none in all his years, have ever challenged, him like she did, it was a refreshing change, a wonderful thrilling change. Her eyes widened as he lifted his hand that little bit closer, his eyes begging her to take that one taste.
Dare she, was she not tempting the devil, here within the room, hearing a small cry she turned to Sophia, not missing the disappointed look that came across his face. Moving around him, she smirked as she lifted his hand to her lips, slipping her tongue from between them, she licked a quick path along his knuckles, hearing the low moan escape his lips, she looked up, his desire clear.
"Fuck do I want ya,under me on top I don't fucking care" His other hand reached behind her neck pulling her into his heated body, his lips descending to hers in a violent kiss.
Ed moved into the darkened alleyway, the two women, following close behind, at least they had escaped, away from the madness that was going on inside the club. How had he not seen it earlier?. Oh god was he one of them would he changed ?. Lifting his hand to his neck, his memory going back to the night before, when one of the various women, offering themselves to the group, had nipped him. He thought at the time it was a love bite, now as he felt the small puncture, he wondered if it was more. Moving in the direction heading towards his house, the two women still following at his heels, he turned to check if they were ok.
"You two ok back there? I..." a weight pushing him back into the doorway of an old shop, had him staggering. Trying his best to steady himself, shock ran through him, when he saw it was one of the women. How did she become so strong? Headlights from a passing car caught her face, Ed paled, his body shaking, there was no denying what she was. Before he could scream, her teeth sank deep into his neck, finishing the process, that had already begun the night before. As he felt his life blood seep away, he felt his body shuddered in the most powerful orgasm, he had ever felt in his life. If this is what, it felt to be one of them, he prayed he would again feel the wonderful feeling, that rushed through his veins.
Philip smirked to himself, the change had begun within Ed, soon the man would be no more, the husband Carol once had, would be replaced by the monster, Philip had created. Then and only then would he step up and guide the grieving widow through her pain.
"Get off me" she finally found her voice, angry more at herself, for responding so quickly to his kisses. Trying her best to push him away, as his lips took hers again, his tongue probing to be let into her warm mouth, what made her do it she would never know, but she opened up allowing him entry, he pulled her tighter to his body as he deepened the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck enjoying what his lips were doing. Oblivious to anything else in the room.
"Still want me to get off darlin?" he whispered as his lips ghosted down her neck, finding her pulse and sucking, the blood rushed through her body, making her ache for what this man could do.
"I…" again she couldn't push him away, how wonderful it felt as his hands ran down her body. Daryl glanced over at Sophia, glad to see the little one had settled back to sleep, whilst he enjoyed her mother. His hands slid down her curves, loving the feel of her in his arms,pulling her top from her body, he gazed at her, how small her body was, damaged by Ed's hands, he slowly moved down and kissed one of her scars. Aching to mark her himself with love bites and whisker burns, by the time he finished she would be branded.
"Lost for words darlin?" tasting her collarbone with his tongue, her flesh was soft to the touch and warm, getting hotter by the minute.
"Please stop, I don't want this, please" Daryl shut his mind off, to her words, he could make her want him, that was no problem, however, he knew it had been written by his ancestors, that, when he made love with his soul mate, there had to be love, true love, for them to complete the ritual, and if there was one thing this woman, didn't do was love him YET!.. Damn couldn't he just take the chance and fuck her hard?.. Seeing the tears in her eyes, he couldn't she was a damn fucking angel and he wasn't poisoning her blood with his blackness. Slamming his hand next to her head, he made her jump, forcing his body to move away.
"Why cant it be fucking easy eh? Why couldn't they let my soul mate be one of us , anything else would do, but oh no, the god's decided on you, a fucking human. What the hell did I do so wrong to get ya, not only a human but one with a young child. And to top it all, ya don't want me, ya can't even bare to look at me" Pulling her to him he sneered in her face.
"You see with my kind darlin, it has to be love, nothing else will work, But hell when ya do fall and ya damn well will. I'm gonna take ya long and hard, spend hours learning your body, and when I say hours I mean five straight. Think ya can last that damn long?" her eyes went wide, was he pulling her leg, having a joke, how the hell could he go five hours, yeah as if. His anger, no longer had her frightened, she almost wanted to laugh at his words. He was all over the place and she knew she was the problem, but come on five hours,?. More like one if he was lucky.
"DO NOT LOOK AT ME IN THAT TONE OF VOICE, NEVER JUDGE A MAN BEFORE YOU HAVE HAD HIM DARLIN AND WHEN I AM BETWEEN YOUR LEGS THAT IS WHERE I WILL STAY UNTIL YOU PASS OUT" with that he turned on his heels, moving so fast she wondered if it was all a dream.
Carol knew it was getting dangerous. Tonight he made her respond and she couldn't stop her body, five hours straight was it possible, thinking about it she hoped so. NO no, she didn't, pushing the thought away she walked on shaky legs to her daughter, smiling down at her, how peaceful she looked, no worry in her life, If only Carol's life was like that, she had no idea where he had gone to, settling down on the large chair, she watched the fire burn. Wondering when she would see him again?, and where her life was going.