DISCLAIMER - I don't own any of the Nightworld characters and I don't make
any money. Yes I know I should get out more. I do however own a sexy
vampire called Tar, so hands off!
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CHAPTER FIVE
Mary Lynette left the empty husk of a man behind a garbage can and strolled down to meet Tar. She could feel his presence incredibly strongly now, a shining ball of light beside her. She'd managed to sate her hunger for now, but the call of bloodlust just kept calling. She'd fed maybe five or six times that night, stalked and killed them all for the thrill of the hunt. They'd also raided a clothes stall to get her some better clothes that the ones she'd woken up in. The security guard had been so helpless it had almost been too easy. Almost. She felt strong and in control, complete in a sense. Tar picked up the keys from his latest victim's pocket and they strolled over to his late car. Xanna climbed into the passenger side of the large BMW and felt the purr of the engine beneath the bonnet.
How long She asked him.
Couple of hours or so. She began counting down the minutes until she could kill the ash coloured one. How would she kill him, she wondered? Get some rest. Tar said through the midst of her mind and she climbed into the back. She laid down on the back seat and stretched out her legs. Her legs looked like they'd been painted black, but in reality they were tight leather pants. She kicked her boots onto the floor and used her long leather coat as a blanket. She knew she wouldn't feel the cold, but she could imagine the soft leather being Tar's skin against hers and she loved that feeling.
He has three sisters in Briar's Creek and an adopted human brother.
Tar mentioned to her as she was drifting off to sleep. She would kill them all and then her and Tar would perhaps wipe out the entire town for befriending them. After that, her and Tar could do as they pleased, moving from one town to the next taking and feeding on who they pleased. Xanna fell asleep thinking about the ways they could kill all the humans in Briar's Creek.
Tar smiled at the waves coming from Xanna's mind, eagerly anticipating the bloodbath he knew she would create. She had turned out to be quite a hand full, as fiery as the colour of her hair. She had an insatiable thirst to kill and feed, which even he was having trouble keeping up with. He had begun to ponder just how much of her actually had been human to start with, due to the natural talent for killing she had and the amount of strength and speed she could call upon at will. Most fledglings were uncomfortable in light and weak at fighting; but she, she was amazing. She was maybe a day since turned at most. Death reincarnated as she swung her blows, easily overcoming the most agile of vermin. But which of the Nightworlders did she have in her family tree? She had the speed of the shape shifters and the cunning of the witches, the power of the werewolves and the thirst for death of the vampires, she had it all.
He looked back at her still form, the slow even breaths of her chest rising and falling to a rhythm only he could hear. He wondered if perhaps they were soul mates, they were so close to being. He pulled the car over, deciding to sleep away the harsh hours of the morning so they could arrive at dusk and be at full strength. He got out of the car and opened up the back door. He snuggled his way onto the seat, shutting the curtains as he did so, wary of morning approaching. She turned over, opening her eyes and smirking as he pushed his way onto the seat beneath her. He used his jacket as a cushion and settled down to sleep. It was hard to relax, feeling her body pressed so close to his. As if reading his thoughts, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
I'm not tired anymore
She said to him, a hungry look in her eyes. He grinned coyly and she slid her hand up his chest, sending his nerves tingling.
You didn't really think I wanted to sleep did you?
She raised an eyebrow at him. What did you want to do then?
This
Tar pulled her even closer to him and kissed her hard, feeling his nerves shred with emotion. Xanna kissed him back and thought of no one but him.
REVIEWS ARE MUCH LOVED AND BEGGED FOR!!
CHAPTER FIVE
Mary Lynette left the empty husk of a man behind a garbage can and strolled down to meet Tar. She could feel his presence incredibly strongly now, a shining ball of light beside her. She'd managed to sate her hunger for now, but the call of bloodlust just kept calling. She'd fed maybe five or six times that night, stalked and killed them all for the thrill of the hunt. They'd also raided a clothes stall to get her some better clothes that the ones she'd woken up in. The security guard had been so helpless it had almost been too easy. Almost. She felt strong and in control, complete in a sense. Tar picked up the keys from his latest victim's pocket and they strolled over to his late car. Xanna climbed into the passenger side of the large BMW and felt the purr of the engine beneath the bonnet.
How long She asked him.
Couple of hours or so. She began counting down the minutes until she could kill the ash coloured one. How would she kill him, she wondered? Get some rest. Tar said through the midst of her mind and she climbed into the back. She laid down on the back seat and stretched out her legs. Her legs looked like they'd been painted black, but in reality they were tight leather pants. She kicked her boots onto the floor and used her long leather coat as a blanket. She knew she wouldn't feel the cold, but she could imagine the soft leather being Tar's skin against hers and she loved that feeling.
He has three sisters in Briar's Creek and an adopted human brother.
Tar mentioned to her as she was drifting off to sleep. She would kill them all and then her and Tar would perhaps wipe out the entire town for befriending them. After that, her and Tar could do as they pleased, moving from one town to the next taking and feeding on who they pleased. Xanna fell asleep thinking about the ways they could kill all the humans in Briar's Creek.
Tar smiled at the waves coming from Xanna's mind, eagerly anticipating the bloodbath he knew she would create. She had turned out to be quite a hand full, as fiery as the colour of her hair. She had an insatiable thirst to kill and feed, which even he was having trouble keeping up with. He had begun to ponder just how much of her actually had been human to start with, due to the natural talent for killing she had and the amount of strength and speed she could call upon at will. Most fledglings were uncomfortable in light and weak at fighting; but she, she was amazing. She was maybe a day since turned at most. Death reincarnated as she swung her blows, easily overcoming the most agile of vermin. But which of the Nightworlders did she have in her family tree? She had the speed of the shape shifters and the cunning of the witches, the power of the werewolves and the thirst for death of the vampires, she had it all.
He looked back at her still form, the slow even breaths of her chest rising and falling to a rhythm only he could hear. He wondered if perhaps they were soul mates, they were so close to being. He pulled the car over, deciding to sleep away the harsh hours of the morning so they could arrive at dusk and be at full strength. He got out of the car and opened up the back door. He snuggled his way onto the seat, shutting the curtains as he did so, wary of morning approaching. She turned over, opening her eyes and smirking as he pushed his way onto the seat beneath her. He used his jacket as a cushion and settled down to sleep. It was hard to relax, feeling her body pressed so close to his. As if reading his thoughts, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
I'm not tired anymore
She said to him, a hungry look in her eyes. He grinned coyly and she slid her hand up his chest, sending his nerves tingling.
You didn't really think I wanted to sleep did you?
She raised an eyebrow at him. What did you want to do then?
This
Tar pulled her even closer to him and kissed her hard, feeling his nerves shred with emotion. Xanna kissed him back and thought of no one but him.