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recently but I've had a busy weekend. And I mean busy! But I made time to
update some of my stories. Anyway on to the story.
Demona smiled in Marcus's bare chest as he slept. He didn't breath but she could tell he was sleeping by the relaxed features on his face. He looked so peaceful when he wasn't killing something, or looking like he was going to.
Marcus stirred in his sleep, he could feel someone watching him, and opened his eyes slowly to look into Demona's emerald ones.
He smiled as he remembered last night and kissed her gently on his lips as he wrapped his arms more securely around her small frame. And he smiled all the more when she willing nuzzled into his chest.
He truly didn't what to feel at the moment. This tiny human truly trusted him, trusted him enough to have his way with her. He would admit that he been a playboy of sorts for many years. But an odd since of loyalty welled up inside him. No woman had ever satisfied him as well as Demona, and there had been some very good ones. And to top that all off, Demona used to be a virgin before Marcus.
Demona nearly fell asleep again when Marcus started playing with her hair. She knew before he became as vampire that he himself used to be a priest. That was before Vorador got to him, even as a human Marcus had a unnatural power to look into other people's minds. And naturally that freaked all his comrades out so much that they started to think he was some kind of demon. And in the end they destroyed him.
Marcus had told her his entire past. From when he was born till after he became a vampire. The most interesting fact by far was that he used to work for Kain, the vampire they had run from just a few short days ago. But then she found out he was a traitor.
Much like herself, now that she thought of it. The priest would never let her back in after what they done last night.
She nuzzled her face deeper into his cool chest as he kissed her forehead.
Marcus was surprised himself at how he treated the woman. Never did he feel the need to be kind to one much less love one.
His eyes widened. 'Love? Can this be love? This strange emotion?'
He felt her warm breath on his skin and he shivered.
'It's lust! It has to be. I can't love!' But deep down those words didn't ring true.
He leaped out the bed and yanked his clothes on, nearly knocking Demona out the bed.
"Marcus? Whats wrong?"
Marcus growled at her and stormed out the small hut and out into the street, encased in the shadows.
Something wet hit Demona's hand. She then realized she was crying.
I know it's abit sad but hey! I live for this stuff! Please review!
Demona smiled in Marcus's bare chest as he slept. He didn't breath but she could tell he was sleeping by the relaxed features on his face. He looked so peaceful when he wasn't killing something, or looking like he was going to.
Marcus stirred in his sleep, he could feel someone watching him, and opened his eyes slowly to look into Demona's emerald ones.
He smiled as he remembered last night and kissed her gently on his lips as he wrapped his arms more securely around her small frame. And he smiled all the more when she willing nuzzled into his chest.
He truly didn't what to feel at the moment. This tiny human truly trusted him, trusted him enough to have his way with her. He would admit that he been a playboy of sorts for many years. But an odd since of loyalty welled up inside him. No woman had ever satisfied him as well as Demona, and there had been some very good ones. And to top that all off, Demona used to be a virgin before Marcus.
Demona nearly fell asleep again when Marcus started playing with her hair. She knew before he became as vampire that he himself used to be a priest. That was before Vorador got to him, even as a human Marcus had a unnatural power to look into other people's minds. And naturally that freaked all his comrades out so much that they started to think he was some kind of demon. And in the end they destroyed him.
Marcus had told her his entire past. From when he was born till after he became a vampire. The most interesting fact by far was that he used to work for Kain, the vampire they had run from just a few short days ago. But then she found out he was a traitor.
Much like herself, now that she thought of it. The priest would never let her back in after what they done last night.
She nuzzled her face deeper into his cool chest as he kissed her forehead.
Marcus was surprised himself at how he treated the woman. Never did he feel the need to be kind to one much less love one.
His eyes widened. 'Love? Can this be love? This strange emotion?'
He felt her warm breath on his skin and he shivered.
'It's lust! It has to be. I can't love!' But deep down those words didn't ring true.
He leaped out the bed and yanked his clothes on, nearly knocking Demona out the bed.
"Marcus? Whats wrong?"
Marcus growled at her and stormed out the small hut and out into the street, encased in the shadows.
Something wet hit Demona's hand. She then realized she was crying.
I know it's abit sad but hey! I live for this stuff! Please review!