Moon Demon By: Princess Ashley

Chapter 7: Mine

(AN: There is a death in this chapter, just a warning)

Serena walked down the street close to where Hector had first taken Vanessa. There were still streaks of where Jimena's car had skidded to a stop, just in time to see Vanessa and her choice to leave them. She though of Vanessa's mind, and what she had seen.

'Vanessa's been manipulated. She would never think that kind of thing. Why would she want us hurting so? We're her best friends.' She thought of Stanton, and how she had seen him and Vanessa in the Atrox's promise. Vanessa had never said that she had ever been attracted to Stanton. Well, all of the Daughters were sort of attracted to him, you'd have to be a lesbian not to. But Vanessa had only always had eyes for Michael. Had he done something that would make her doubt him?

'I don't care. But Vanessa had no right to steal Stanton from me.'

Then she thought of Stanton's sacrifice. He had left her for the Atrox, becoming the prince of the night. She had let him go after that, saying that she couldn't stand it. But Vanessa must have known that she didn't mean it. She was still deeply in love with Stanton no matter what had happened between them. Vanessa had known. And she still took Stanton from her.

'I hate her.' She thought, and a burning hatred for Vanessa for betraying them, and Serena, but most of all, Vanessa had betrayed herself. Or at least that was what Serena was hoping.

Sweet, innocent, smart, kind Vanessa could never wish anyone of her friends ill, could she?

~

Vanessa entered the highest room over the Dungeon. The one she now shared with Stanton. Stanton followed her and stopped her hand as she reached to turn the lights on, preferring the darkness to the light. He pinned her body against the wall, closing the door with his foot, and kissing Vanessa sweetly on the lips. He let his lips brush continuously over hers until she made the first signal that she wanted more. He pushed his tongue through her mouth, and she felt whole, her breath coming in heavy puffs from her nose. He buried his hands in her hair, letting the thick and soft locks run through his fingers, and then letting his hands glide down to her hands, entwining them with his own, and following her hands as they went to his neck, and sliding down his chest. She pulled away softly to make a quick nip at his nose, and then vanished into the shadows, beckoning through the shadows with her finger, urging him to come to her in the darkness. He smiled deviously, and vanished with her, the shadows on the wall were the only clue that there was anyone in the room.

Stanton's bronze, muscled back appeared again, his shirt had been pulled off, and was now on a heap on the floor. Vanessa's torn over shirt soon joined it, and now she was only clad in a black tank top and jeans, and her own brown skin was sweating as Stanton ran his hands all over her back, pushing Vanessa against himself.

(Stanton's POV)

I loved the way she lost herself around me. She was so trusting and beautiful. Serena had been stiff with me at first. I could tell that Serena was mad at Vanessa for supposedly taking me away from her, but she would never understand. She was still blinded by her love for me. I realized that Vanessa had moved her hands to the back pockets of my jeans, and I smiled. She wasn't blushing like the old Vanessa would be right now.

Her skin was soft and I sunk my teeth into her neck, and she held my head to her, running her hands through my hair. It was really calming, especially because it was Vanessa that was making me feel these things, this passion. I could tell that she liked what I was doing to her, and I nuzzled her neck, purring against her, making her shiver slightly. She pushed me gently away from her. She smiled sexily at me, but then she spoke, looking uncertain.

"We're not...? Are we...?" She asked, panting slightly.

I looked at her, and I smiled, sensing her nervousness. She wasn't ready for that yet, and I knew it. I wasn't ready until she was, and that would mean that I could wait forever. After all, we did have forever.

I shook my head. "No, love. Not tonight. Just....be with me." I breathed, and I felt her relax. I knew I loved her, and I wanted to be her lover. But I couldn't hurt her. I would only hurt someone if I knew they liked it that way. But I wasn't like that. Most guys were, but not me. The Daughters had been blessed with true relationships. I was not one of those sensitive guys, but I wasn't a poof either. I just wanted her to stay with me, be with me, fall asleep with me, be there when I woke up. That was all I wanted, and it looked like she wouldn't have a problem with that. I sucked gently on the web of skin between her shoulder and throat, and she moaned slightly, and let me lay her down, and I took my place beside her. She tucked her head under my chin, and gently kissed my chest, massaging my sides, and she scooted till she was half on top of me, and half beside me. She kissed my neck softly, and I rubbed her back, just letting her feel me, and felt my eyes droop, and I felt Vanessa bury her head in my shoulder, seeking sleep. I put my other hand on her small waist. Her skin felt good under my hands. Her body was so much smaller than mine. I was muscular and powerful. She had good sculpted muscle, but I still knew that I was the one that could protect her, and she was the one that would keep my heart from breaking. She could do that. She was mine. I was hers. And as I fell asleep, whispered into her ear. "Mine." And I could feel her shift, and whispered into my own ear.

"Yours."

~

Jimena had her hands in the pockets of her jeans as she walked away from her house. She really needed to get out for a minute. Payasa was completely whipped; she wouldn't even talk to Jimena when she had inquired about Vanessa, or Stanton. She simply said that what Vanessa or Stanton wanted to be known, would be known, and what they didn't, they didn't. And she was certainly not going to be the one to tell Jimena what was going on, but Jimena knew something was going to happen soon.

Her tracked were suddenly stopped, and she felt a familiar pang in her head, and a vision came into her head.

~Vision~

Maggie was lying on the floor of Planet Bang, panting heavily. A shadow was moving in the background. There was a figure of a boy tied to the wall, and the shadow became whole. Its hair was black and thick, and purple sparks were emitting from its hands. Jimena caught a glimpse of the face as the figure moved around, inspecting the boy. She knew that face.

Vanessa. And the boy tied to wall, the shadows left his face naked, and Jimena saw Vanessa's victim.

'Chris.'

~End Vision~

Jimena stumbled out of the vision. 'Wow.' And she took off running, towards Maggie's apartment. She was calling it a state of emergency. Vanessa was going to hurt Maggie, and she was probably going to kill Chris.

'But what did Chris do?'

~

Chris walked down the street. He remembered it well. This was where Vanessa lived. He had seen her. The goddess had been beautiful. She was the most ravishing of all the goddesses, given the gifts of both Pandora and Selene. But now it looked like she had taken her innocent sights elsewhere, in the form of the Atrox. And the ancients had sent him on a mission to make sure that it didn't affect the mortal lives, and that was what he had to do. He fingered a gun in his pocket as he knocked on Vanessa's door. He waited patiently, figuring that the occupants of the house were asleep at such an ungodly hour.

He knocked again, and then heard a big yawn from inside. He clenched his teeth. This was a dirty job, but someone had to make sure that the gods didn't push their favor to the dark side. The next apocalypse was coming, and he had to make sure that the light and the dark was equally matched, because if not, as one of the elders had predicted, there would be something bad that would happen. He had to make sure that there were no misconceptions in the timelines, and to do this, he had to make a sacrifice.

Vanessa's mother appeared at the door. She looked tousled, and older than she had been in her picture he had seen the last time he was in Los Angeles. She smiled at him. "Hello, can I help you?" She asked kindly.

Chris nodded, solemnly. "Stand still." He said, and held a hand up to her chest.

Her face went from kind to contorted with shock, and then a slightly pained look. She fell to the ground, and rolled onto her back, her chest sporting what looked like a shot wound. Her eyes were still wide, and the living sparkle left her eyes as her spirit left her. She was dead.

Chris smiled sadly. "One down. Next stop, Michael Saratoga."

TBC