IM HOME! For a week, then I'll be in Australia for the next three ): No updates till after summer guys sorry...

Just kidding my lovelies, I have internet connection there unlike in morocco plus I'll also have lots of spare time to write. Hurrah~

I was really unsure of what to write for this chapter, I had it all planned out in my head before Morocco then afterwards it's all gone "poof" D:

Sorry if this chapters a little all over the place, my minds just gone crazy and exploded :L

Lots of love Reckless xo

Tristan dug at her hipbones with his clawed hands growled under his breath as he thrust upwards into her viciously. Astrid hissed at him, grinding her lower half against him while blood trickled down her sides. She gripped at the sheets arching her back against the movement as she rode him, grunting occasionally when she felt uncomfortable.

"Don't be so rough!" She spat as he bucked against her trying to pull her body closer to his while she tried to pleasure herself. Tristan wouldn't allow it and pulled her neck to his teeth as they sank into her soft flesh. Astrid let out a groan as he lapped at the blood from her neck, he knew she was sensitive there and enjoyed the sensation. Her blood tasted bitter and rusty but if it shut her up he would have to deal with it.

Astrid moaned again, grinding faster against his body until he flipped positions as both neared their climax. She jerked her head away from his teeth and forcefully pressed her mouth to his. Tristan parted his lips and let their tongue's intertwine like their bodies. Astrid whimpered slightly as she put weight on one of the many claw marks he'd left on her body, he laughed sadistically

"Don't complain, you know you need this from me and you know that I'll stop if you refuse me" he purred stroking her side gently making her sigh in delight.

"You're almost at your limit" Astrid muttered "you wouldn't stop no matter how much I whined right now..."

"True."

Tristan sped up and Astrid gripped his shoulders, he groaned against her skin climaxing with her as her muscles spasmed, claws digging in and eyes flashing red.

"Thanks for that..." Tristan said kissing her on the forehead, quickly dressing and walking out leaving Astrid laying on the bed feeling used and dirtied.

She left the room and threw the used condom in the bin located within her bathroom; she rinsed her mouth and spat all the saliva in her mouth into the sink. She repeated the action a few more times until her mouth was dry. Disgusting. She turned the shower onto a blisteringly hot temperature then stepped in, washing herself from head to toe, rinsing the blood from her thighs and hips. Astrid cursed a thousand times under her breath as the heat stung at the wounds making them feel like they were being torn all over again.

Why was she doing this? She admitted that this was necessary so she wouldn't tire from the new more specialized training The Family were providing her with. She was still unsure of Radania the child who seemed to rule the group like an advisor rather than a dictator. At least formality wasn't necessary like in the order. Astrid never felt at ease in the giant castle but it was better than feeling unwanted. Tristan clung to her like a puppy, but treated her like a pet, nights with him were the most distasteful and degrading experiences she'd ever had with sex. She finally knew what it felt like to be a real whore, she now felt like one too. The thought sent shivers down her spine and made her hair go on end.

She hated it here so much; the nights were endless, cold and sleepless. Insomnia drained her meaning she'd need to drain Tristan frequently. Astrid had never felt like a polished jewel, she'd always assumed that she was a piece of fool's gold, scratched, chipped and filthy. It always seemed to have value but after seeing its true properties it's thrown away. Unwanted. Like her.

Christophe bolted upright, chest heaving, eyes glowing blowtorch blue. This was the third week in a row in which Astrid haunted his dreams. She was dead, she couldn't be alive and it was his fault. He gave into his desires and look where it got him. If only he restrained himself like a person of his age and wisdom should.

But she was so tempting. Every curve, every touch drove him crazy. How typical of a succubus, they enchant their prey and feast on them until they're bone dry. Many humans have become so entranced by succubi they forget to eat or sleep or commit suicide from longing and despair. Dangerous creatures, if she was only half of what a true succubus was he prayed he would never run into one.

But these feelings for Astrid he'd passed away as fake. He cared not for the child; it was only the charm from her bloodline that attracted him to her. He cared not for the child; it was only the charm from her bloodline that attracted him to her. Yet the thought of her dead... he'd find her. The order would find her. They would take her back. How he did not know.

He looked up as the door to his right creaked open and Dru stepped out. She sat beside him and studied his face. When she looked at him like this, watching him so carefully, he forgot about everything. He stared back into her eyes briefly but then she looked away. He frowned.

"Can't sleep?" she asked him casually

"Hmm..."

"Astrid?"

"Yes."

"We'll find her, they were sure they have a scent and they're following the trail but it keeps appearing and disappearing along a line. They think it leads to the coastline but they're unsure-"

"I think we should accept she'd dead Milna," he whispered movinga lose curl out of her face brushing his lips to her forehead. The girl blushed furiously then looked up at him defiantly

"No, we should keep trying, how many svetocha... well... other female members of our kind have we found in the past three years? Just her, we need her. We can't give up hope yet. You never gave up on me like this Christophe..."

She had a point; he looked into her crystal clear eyes. His love was beautiful, fierce and strong. How badly he wanted her like he had her that night, he shook his head and leant in.

Christophe pressed his mouth to hers, she accepted him fully as he pulled her into his arms. Every brush of her hands on his skin was comforting; the taste of her mouth was intoxicating and the way she made him feel just made him crave her more. He no longer cared that Dru had her loup garou, he wanted her. Therefore he would have her.

"Why must you tease me so, little bird" he whispered, nose to nose with her, their breathing mixed and erratic. Dru was silent, simply letting him cradle her. He knew he'd never have an answer and he could deal with that, as long as she could stay in his arms for a little while longer. He breathed in the scent of her, sweet but with a hint of spice. With her against his chest like this it was enough distraction to fall asleep soundly for the rest of the night.

Urgh I don't think I like this chapter...It's short and crap and ew. I'm still only hinting at information about the family, I promise that I'll make a full chapter about them next week. Or try too, I not sure how busy I'll be 'down under' as my friend calls it :L

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