HealerAriel here! Ugh, sorry it takes so long for my chapters. School
stuff. I can only write on weekends because of damn high school. Please
forgive me. And Chrystal-the-reviewer, I don't really envision Raziel as
being so much of an ass, either, but I figured, R_V's the boss-lady, so go
with her flow. Besides, Raz being a horn-dog sets me up for some good
situations. ^_^ Call me 'She Who Takes All The Opportunities She Finds',
lol!
Jen had been so right about Rahab! He gave me flowers (enchanted by Turel, I supposed, because they never wilted, and my room smelled permanently of roses and hibiscus), and bought me a book of love poems. I'll be honest, I'm not a poetry kind of girl (I mean, I'm a huge fan of alternative rock, for God's sake), but it was SO romantic! I couldn't help but act like a 'goo-goo eyed fangirl' under the circumstances. Ah, l'amour! Okay, getting to the point.
"Hello, boys!" I sang happily to Kain and the four guys who were with him (Zephon was out eating someone, I supposed), after having just arranged in my room a new vase of long-stemmed red roses from my wonderful undead boyfriend. It took me a minute to realize, "Um, why is the PS2 in the living room? Don't you guys usually play your bloody video games in the basement?"
"Jennifer kicked us out of the basement," Kain said grumpily. "She's watching some damn sappy chick-flick, and the DVD player happens to be in the basement."
"Grrrrrrr....chick-flicks," Dumah growled, again doing bicep curls with freakishly large weights. "Women don't understand, all good movies have rape and dismemberment!"
"You're a damn sweetheart, Dumah," I commented. I looked around the room. "Where's Rahab?"
"Probably out looking for more books," Melchiah said, in his usual, somewhat grim and monotonous voice. I shrugged.
"Oh, well. I'm going into the kitchen, you guys want anything?" I asked. Dumah looked thoughtful.
"I need one bottle of tequila, two of vodka, two of whiskey, and three of moonshine," he said.
"Moonshine's hard to come by, therefore we do not have it in stock," I informed. He looked downtrodden.
"Oh. Then gimme three bottles of rum instead."
"I don't get how you can drink so much," I muttered, making my way to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen to fetch Dumah's alcohol poisoning for the evening. I was just sorting through the various bottles when,
"So obedient, Mona. You'd make a lovely slave girl."
"Thanks for the offer, Raziel," I remarked, "but I'm not interested in being your slave girl."
"Oh, but I'm interested in having you as one," he said, pulling me away from the cabinet. He'd closed the kitchen door.
"I don't care," I said. I headed for the door. He blocked my way.
"What do you see in my little brother?" he demanded. "Would you not prefer one with more...power?"
"Look, this is a stupid converation, and I'm ending it," I declared.
"This conversation is far from over, woman," he said, grabbing my hips roughly to keep me from getting away. Amazing. The man could be intimidating and forceful, and not even raise his voice in the slightest from a sultry murmur. He continued, "You can't see it, can you? Every sway of your hips is torture for me. And you're all the more desirable because you're pure. Untouched. Forbidden." He pulled me to him, so that my lower body was pressed against his.
"Yeah?" I challenged, as a last resort (any other guy I probably would've creamed, but there was something that made me think twice about trying to harm a vampire Lieutenant). "And how do you know that?" He smirked.
"Virgins smell differently than whores, didn't you know that?" No, I hadn't known that, but I did now. "A vampire can always tell." He then took my chin in his hand (claws, whatever) and forced his mouth onto mine. It's not as though he's a bad kisser or anything, but he's kind of scary. I gasped at the next thing I felt. He pulled back and smirked again.
"Didn't I tell you that we weren't impotent?" he purred. I managed, out of sheer, crazed panic that was borne of the expectation of being forced into a situation I didn't want to be in, to break away.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" I demanded. "I-I'm sixteen years old! I'm with your BROTHER!" He smirked again.
"How sweet," he mocked. "Unfortunately, though, I believe Rahab's heart belongs to another. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news." On the contrary, he looked positively delighted.
"Do you think I'm an idiot!?" I practically shrieked. "You're lying so I'll let you fuck me!"
"Don't believe me? I suggest you take a look in the basement, then. There's something there that I trust you'll find quite interesting." I glared at him.
"You are one sick son of a bitch, you know that?" I said angrily. "And I don't know what the hell you think is in the basement," I continued, making my way down the stairs with Raziel following me, wearing that ever- present cocky smirk, "but I assure you that it is no-" I stopped in mid- sentence upon opening the basement door. There was a very long period of silence.
"Um...Did I...miss something?"
Oooooh, tension! Yours, R_V!
Jen had been so right about Rahab! He gave me flowers (enchanted by Turel, I supposed, because they never wilted, and my room smelled permanently of roses and hibiscus), and bought me a book of love poems. I'll be honest, I'm not a poetry kind of girl (I mean, I'm a huge fan of alternative rock, for God's sake), but it was SO romantic! I couldn't help but act like a 'goo-goo eyed fangirl' under the circumstances. Ah, l'amour! Okay, getting to the point.
"Hello, boys!" I sang happily to Kain and the four guys who were with him (Zephon was out eating someone, I supposed), after having just arranged in my room a new vase of long-stemmed red roses from my wonderful undead boyfriend. It took me a minute to realize, "Um, why is the PS2 in the living room? Don't you guys usually play your bloody video games in the basement?"
"Jennifer kicked us out of the basement," Kain said grumpily. "She's watching some damn sappy chick-flick, and the DVD player happens to be in the basement."
"Grrrrrrr....chick-flicks," Dumah growled, again doing bicep curls with freakishly large weights. "Women don't understand, all good movies have rape and dismemberment!"
"You're a damn sweetheart, Dumah," I commented. I looked around the room. "Where's Rahab?"
"Probably out looking for more books," Melchiah said, in his usual, somewhat grim and monotonous voice. I shrugged.
"Oh, well. I'm going into the kitchen, you guys want anything?" I asked. Dumah looked thoughtful.
"I need one bottle of tequila, two of vodka, two of whiskey, and three of moonshine," he said.
"Moonshine's hard to come by, therefore we do not have it in stock," I informed. He looked downtrodden.
"Oh. Then gimme three bottles of rum instead."
"I don't get how you can drink so much," I muttered, making my way to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen to fetch Dumah's alcohol poisoning for the evening. I was just sorting through the various bottles when,
"So obedient, Mona. You'd make a lovely slave girl."
"Thanks for the offer, Raziel," I remarked, "but I'm not interested in being your slave girl."
"Oh, but I'm interested in having you as one," he said, pulling me away from the cabinet. He'd closed the kitchen door.
"I don't care," I said. I headed for the door. He blocked my way.
"What do you see in my little brother?" he demanded. "Would you not prefer one with more...power?"
"Look, this is a stupid converation, and I'm ending it," I declared.
"This conversation is far from over, woman," he said, grabbing my hips roughly to keep me from getting away. Amazing. The man could be intimidating and forceful, and not even raise his voice in the slightest from a sultry murmur. He continued, "You can't see it, can you? Every sway of your hips is torture for me. And you're all the more desirable because you're pure. Untouched. Forbidden." He pulled me to him, so that my lower body was pressed against his.
"Yeah?" I challenged, as a last resort (any other guy I probably would've creamed, but there was something that made me think twice about trying to harm a vampire Lieutenant). "And how do you know that?" He smirked.
"Virgins smell differently than whores, didn't you know that?" No, I hadn't known that, but I did now. "A vampire can always tell." He then took my chin in his hand (claws, whatever) and forced his mouth onto mine. It's not as though he's a bad kisser or anything, but he's kind of scary. I gasped at the next thing I felt. He pulled back and smirked again.
"Didn't I tell you that we weren't impotent?" he purred. I managed, out of sheer, crazed panic that was borne of the expectation of being forced into a situation I didn't want to be in, to break away.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" I demanded. "I-I'm sixteen years old! I'm with your BROTHER!" He smirked again.
"How sweet," he mocked. "Unfortunately, though, I believe Rahab's heart belongs to another. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news." On the contrary, he looked positively delighted.
"Do you think I'm an idiot!?" I practically shrieked. "You're lying so I'll let you fuck me!"
"Don't believe me? I suggest you take a look in the basement, then. There's something there that I trust you'll find quite interesting." I glared at him.
"You are one sick son of a bitch, you know that?" I said angrily. "And I don't know what the hell you think is in the basement," I continued, making my way down the stairs with Raziel following me, wearing that ever- present cocky smirk, "but I assure you that it is no-" I stopped in mid- sentence upon opening the basement door. There was a very long period of silence.
"Um...Did I...miss something?"
Oooooh, tension! Yours, R_V!