I OWN NOTHING!
Suddenly she felt the oppressing body leave her. She heard the vicious animal growling. The tearing of flesh. The acidic smell of blood. And the inhuman screams. She blocked the sounds crying in a small ball. When the sound faded she looked up to see Godric. Her Godric. Standing dangerously drenched in blood. His fangs standing blindingly out and his eyes. She gasped, his once grey eyes now fully black. He was frightening and animalistic. The beast Godric spoke sadly about released. She could understand why many were so afraid. This was no sparkly vampire. But when she remembered the traces of those rough chubby hands, beating her and threatening to take her she cried freely. She did not care he could bite her and kill her. Because she knew. Somehow and deep down she knew he wouldn't. She knew that Gordic will and did protected her.
He bent down almost like a curious animal perplexed by a new prey. He leaned close to her face and through the splatters of blood, she was going to make sure he takes a nice long shower when they get out here, she saw his devastatingly handsome face. She felt scared and frightened and without a second thought she jumped into the stunned and stoic vampires arms. Clutching his shoulders freely crying into the ruin and soaked bloody shirt. Letting her fears burst though. She felt the vampire beside her grumble and purr. Sniffing her face speaking reverently, "mon mat"
She giggled and blushed when he rubbed his cheek against hers like a cat. He smiled and looked at her with concerned gray eyes. She lost herself in those stormy eyes snorting at how absolutely pathetically girly she became. A trait she couldn't bring herself to hate at the moment. Through teary eyes she sniffled, "t-thank you"
He gave her a warm smile that made her insides flutter. She cough uncomfortable and scrunched her nose in disgust at the blood that soaked him. She looked down at herself and noticed that she was in the same state. "EWWWW" she jumped back looking at the walls covered in gore and intestine.
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Godric couldn't help but chuckle. Even now she looked adorable. He noticed her state. Cheeks flushed, eyes bright, and covered in blood. The mixed smell of her tantalizing sweet mixed with his scent, caused his mouth to water. But the smell of another covering her, almost drowning out his own and her scent were causing him to have a hard time to contain the beast. His little mate. Fresh and ripe for the picking. His eyes grew dark. A predator shine in them that went unnoticed by the grossed out teen trying to convince herself that was not a foot in the corner of the room. She licked her lips and gagged realizing she unknowingly tasted blood. Her nose scrunched further as she tried to believe that was just some funky ketchup. Not some potential rapist's blood.
That little pink tongue was his undoing. He attacked. Jumping atop of his mate he could barely grasp his willpower to not claim her. He licked her face clean. He licked a trail down her neck nibbling and sucking a path. He looked down at his marks of passion. Showing any potential male that she was his.
Mine, a thought that repeated in his mind as he woke.
He was angry. Furious. Thunderous. Murderous.
He never felt such wrath before. Rage in his core. Fury that overwhelmed him. The monster and his combined emotions allowed him to take charge of his animal. He remembered hearing his mate's distress. Remembering being angry and lonely not feeling the warm supple body above him. He remembered seeing that pathetic excuse of a man inside his domain. His territory. A potential threat to his mate. He remembered seeing her and he finally let go. Let go of the beast he denied in so long that it felt like meeting an old friend. She was crying and bleeding. Broken and bruised. Hurt. Then he noticed he was trying to take her. Claim her when she was HIS! And when she called out for him in the scared and hopeless scream he lost all sense of morality.
He attacked without remorse. Enjoying his scream of torment and wished he could make it last forever but his mate was in need. So he killed quickly, though to make sure he suffered. Greatly. He smiled darkly, remembering the screams the mongrel produced in the final seconds before death. If his mate weren't here that dirt would never get to glimpse the temptress death.
He didn't realize he was growling until he felt soft fingers rake through his hair. He melted at the feeling. He was holding onto his mate possessively, forcing her to straddle him while he painted her delicious neck with love marks. He looked down to the one he was working on. It was large and prominent. He felt glee knowing it would be hard to cover. But he would make sure she knew to never cover the mark that clearly stated MINE!
He kissed the mark and looked at his mate. Her cheeks were blushing that adorable and delicious shade of red. Her hair barley in the ponytail. Her neck covered with his markings. Eyes dilated and breathing laborious in arousal. He smelt the air. Mostly the smell of the man's blood, he felt anger in him ignite causing his possessive grip to tighten but he smelt another smell. Something that caused his barely retained willpower snap. Her delicious arousal smelt like nectar of the sun. He licked his lips faintly recognizing his fangs were still visible.
Before he could devour those tempting plump bitten lips like he needed to he was stopped at the sounds of calling nearby. He almost growled as the tightening in his pants was too much. It never deflated and he felt smug satisfaction causing his mate to blush. Another smell of arousal made him growl softly. Whoever dared interrupt him and his mate will have to wait. His mate unknowingly taunted the beast. And know she must face the punishment, before he could finally claim those plump lips as he should, he felt the presence of his son. His son could wait Godric thought he was being as Pamela called it a, 'cockblock'. He was in need due to his mate and he be damned if they don't solve their growing problem.
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Maggie felt her cheek feel sizzle. The arousal clouded her thoughts but she stopped herself from attacking the poor helpful vampire in front of her. She felt his tightened pants and squirmed not hearing the strangled moan. She wouldn't tell him out loud in fear of embarrassing him or most likely herself but she noticed the um, issue from the beginning. It couldn't be that big could it?
She was brought out her embarrassing questions at hearing her cousin shout in happiness. "Bill!" Maggie shook her head.
Seriously is hormones messing her up this much that after a near rape all she can think about is jumping Godric's bones? She coughed awkwardly finally noticing Godrics lack of conversation the whole time. Well she was getting her neck sucked like a vacuum to care too much. She blushed again remembering the feel. She felt a delirious tingle and tightening of her lower area. Shaking her head she nearly gasped at the pure hungry look in the near black eyes. Surely he wasn't hungry right?
Well we are covered in blood. She gagged at the thought of sitting in someone's entrails. Yup, that's definitely a buzz kill. She shook Godrics shoulder, "um Godirc if you hungry or something I promise to take you out later on and get you a true blood
He leaned forward so their noises were touched. His eyes were hooded when he purred, "oh, I'm in the mood for something much more satisfying mon petit" His breath lightly brushing her lips. She gulped visibly, yup so was she but she couldn't go and kiss the vampire in a room soaked in blood. Her first kiss couldn't be that gross. Well technically second since she kissed potentially-dead-guy who turned out to be Godric. But the idea of sitting a room that smelt of blood soaked any possible ideas of romance from her mind.
She nodded her head causing a curl to brush Godric's forehead. "Well I promise to get you some of that but umm, could we please leave. I REALLY don't fancy sitting in some dude's blood." Her nose scrunched up.
Godric chuckled she was adorable. Adorable and Mine. Sitting up he chivalry offered his hand. She blushed again, really Maggie, a room literally drenched in someone's blood and your blushing because someone offered you a hand up. She could practically hear her common sense shaking it's head in annoyance.
She shrugged and shyly accepted the strong hand liking the possessive arm around her waist. Safe and protecting. She stared determinedly at the hand not looking at the bloody cage and dismembered body parts. Godric like a blurred vision opened the cage door. It was barley in second and she glared hatefully at the cage. "You make it look so easy!" he chuckled amused yet smugly. An arrogant smirk that looked so kissable on his lips. She stuck out her tongue not knowing she was poking a very aroused bear that needed to be satisfied soon or he might burst.
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She quickly ran into her cousin's cage pulling along a emotionless vampire who tried to keep his arousal barely inside. He smiled at the soft warm hand pulling his long cold ones. Following obediently the young teen girl. An action he would gladly continue for the rest of his life just to be near her. He chuckled under his breath. If his son would see him now he would look on with disgust.
Apparently the human saying, 'speak of the devil and he shall appear' is truer than they say because standing there in the another cage looking down in amusement and arousal at a glaring and blushing tanned human was his tall Viking son.
He gave a grand smile showing all his happiness he felt at finding his mate shine through their bond causing his son to look at his father in confusion. He noticed the bloody clothes causing his fangs to pop out in excitement. It has been centuries since he felt such powerful emotions from his master that it made him feel wild like when he was first made. And talking to the Stackhouse woman could always bring a smile, smirk, to his handsome face. He noticed his master's hand position and raised a blonde eyebrow. "Hello my son" His tall Viking bowed respectfully.
The tan female looked confused and Godric faintly recognized a sweet smell from her, similar to his Maggie but not as tasty or feverishly electrifying. "Master" he said in a humble whisper. He was stopped from telling his son such formalities were unneeded once again by his human mate. Who laughed out, "Sasquatch?"
His son looked at the human beside his mate clearly for the first time. A arrogant smirk forming on his face, "ah the unhelpful Stackhouse. We meet again."