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DARK TERROR

Chapter 10 - Kisses and Blood

Oh God, she tasted so sweet… Alec tried to control himself but it was like all the months of fear and pain and guilt had taken his repressed love and desire for Max and brought it out in one fierce explosion. Alec could hear one part of his mind screaming, telling him that he was ruining everything by pushing himself on Max like this. But the other part of Alec, that had been waiting to do this for so long refused to listen to reason.

Alec fisted his hand in Max's long dark hair and pulled her head back to a better angle with which to ravage her mouth. His other hand gripped her shoulder in a bruising hold. Ironic that for all this time he had been afraid of White finding and hurting her when he was the biggest threat to Max. Emotionally and physically. Alec tried to find the strength to release her, to let her break of the kiss he was forcing on her, but his body was blind and deaf to the instruction.

She was so Max. Her taste, her pillowy lips, the warm depths of her mouth… So heated and soft. Alec crushed his body against hers, backing them into the thin wall of the bathroom. Alec groaned into her open mouth. How many times had this guilty fantasy played out in his head? Since he'd met her? Maybe even before that, when locked in the barracks he'd wondered the possibility of there being something more to his life, more than the world of duty and discipline that had been born into.

Max was stunned when she saw Alec's mouth descend on hers as he took her lips in a possessive kiss. All she could feel was urgent desperation as he plundered her mouth. It was like he was trying to devour her alive. Max rose her hands to press against his chest to try and push him off her but her efforts were weak and her palms ended just resting on the smooth muscles of his torso. Alec felt so warm and alive against her. So alive that she felt an answering spark in herself as she gave in to the kiss that he so clearly needed.

Alec felt Max's small hands move on his chest and it further inflamed his desire. With a growl Alec moved to hold Max's face firmly, his fingers digging where her cheek was bruised and moved his mouth roughly over hers, his teeth scraping her lips. The copper taste of blood filled his mouth and Max whimpered in pain beneath him. Blood. Max's blood… What am I doing? Oh shit, what have I done?

Alec wrenched himself away from Max and stumbled back with the sheer physical effort it took for him to separate his body from hers. His heavy breathing came out harsh and loud in the empty silence of the room. Max leaned back against the wall and slid to the floor, pulling her legs up to her chest and fought the urge to cry. Her cheek was throbbing and her lip stung where he had split it. And yet worst of all was the hunger that Alec had woken in her, a hunger for something that was alive - that made her feel alive again.

Bracing himself against the door Alec tried to get his breathing and pounding heart back under control. He could still taste Max in his mouth, tainted now by the flavour of her blood. The animal part of Alec revelled in the tangy remnants of the liquid but the human part felt sickened by what he had just done to the woman he cared about more than anything. He had forced himself on Max. He had hurt Max. Alec's hands curled into fists as the anger at himself rose.

Alec wanted to check on Max, to make sure she was okay but he couldn't bring himself to look at her. She had trusted him. Trusted him despite all the times in their past that he had messed up, despite how he had failed to save Logan or stop White from taking her and look what he had done with that trust. One moment of blind destructive passion had probably ruined everything he had hoped to build with her.

I told her I could wait. That I would always be there for her and I practically attacked her! She'll hate me, she's still in love with Logan, still hurting from White… The thoughts ran through his head without much coherence until Alec thought he would go insane.

I have to get out of here! He thought desperately. Alec couldn't look at Max as he grabbed his coat and slammed out of the motel room, leaving Max alone.

Outside Alec started to run. He didn't know where he was running to, he only wanted to get out of there. It was a while before he calmed enough to take stock of his whereabouts. A bar was nearby and Alec made towards it, his body tired and his heart aching in a numbness that hurt worse than the pain of loving Max, knowing she would never love him back.

It was dark inside, the pulsing lights and loud music conductive to the main purpose of the place, to pick up an unknown someone and fuck them for a night of forgetting their lives.

Alec headed straight for the bar at the end of the large place. He ordered a double vodka and downed it quickly, reordering another. It took a lot to get an X5 drunk but Alec was sure as hell in the mood to give it the good ole college try. He was on his third round when he heard someone come up behind him. Before he could react he felt the barrel of a gun press into his side. Shit!

The noises in the club faded as Alec assessed his situation. How could I be so stupid? He asked himself. Three other men came up and causally seated themselves around him while discreetly pointing guns at him. The bounty hunters. Alec closed his eyes momentarily in anger at himself. When would he stop fucking things up?

"Take it easy 494." One of the men spoke. "My colleagues here are the nervous type, you don't want to startle them into shooting prematurely do you?" All Alec could think of was Max. She was still back at the motel, unaware of the present danger. Alec set his jaw.

"You might as well kill me now cause your not going to get anything out of me." He told them. The heavy set one smiled coldly. It was inhuman how chilling that smile was and despite himself Alec felt a chill of fear. Not that he would betray Max, but he wasn't ignorant of the methods that would undoubtedly be used to try and get him to.

"Well, we'll just have to see about that. You know I'll make a deal with you. Give us the girl now and I promise I'll make your inevitable death painless."

Alec's eyes grew hard as anger filled him. He welcomed the hot rage that displaced his mixed emotions of the night. He was a god damned genetically enhanced soldier, a killer! There was no way in hell he was going to let these sons of bitchs take him down without a fight. There might be more of them and they might have weapons while he had left in such a turmoil it hadn't occurred but he wasn't going to leave Max alone to face whatever fate had in store for her. "I have a better deal. Go now and maybe I'll leave you able to pee without assistance."

With that Alec threw a fist into one of their faces. The crunch of bone against bone satisfied him as he spun around and kicked one of the guns across the room. A sot was fired and the other patrons started to scream and run. Alec was fighting in earnest now as both sides landed hits. These basterds were well trained and well armed. Months of frustration and anger came out as Alec fought them.

As he fought the image of Max as she had been when he had found her in White's clutches came to him. Fury pumped blood through his veins and he snapped the neck of one of the hunters and threw the lifeless body across the room. His arm was stinging and Alec dimly realised he had been shot. The pain was distant and felt like it belonged to someone else. His fingers slick with blood Alec grabbed a weapon from another of the hunters and blew a hole through his chest.

With a primal roar Alec reached for the last one. With his friends dead, suddenly he didn't look so confident. Alec closed his fist around his neck and pinned him down on the table beneath him. The bar was deserted now, the music stopped. Only the lights kept flashing, those lasers and blacklights spinning the room.

Alec threw his fist down over and over again into the hunters face. He saw Logan being tortured. Heard the shot that ended his life. Heard Max scream. Saw Max's violated body on that surgical table. A primitive howl tore from his lips as Alec released all his pent up feelings. His fingers felt broken from the punches he was inflicting and the man beneath him was limp, dead now, even as Alec kept pummelling him with his damaged fist.

The flashing lights seemed to change colour. Red joined the present blue and Alec dimly recognised the sound of the sirens. The police. It was enough to make Alec hesitate and he paused. He saw the bloodied body of the dead man beneath him. "Oh God." Alec felt sick as he saw what he had done. He hadn't just killed him, he had crushed him. And yet he couldn't feel sorry for it. I'm a monster. Like 493. What's happened to me?

Max. The name came to him and Alec forced himself to get to his feet. He looked around at the destroyed bar before stumbling out into the streets, using a back door. It took a while to find the motel again and Alec acted automatically, reverting to his soldier training to lose anyone who might be following him. He couldn't afford to be caught, there was still Max to protect. Protect from me. Alec thought. I'm the one she needs protecting from… Alec felt so dead as he walked back to the motel room. So numb. Opening the door Alec went in to face Max.

TBC.