Note from Author: Hi again! Hope you like the story so far! I'm actually
meant to be doing chemistry coursework right now, but I'm stuck. and bored.
and seriously lacking any creative outlet (man is chemistry coursework
boring!) so I'm gonna write this. then get back to the excruciatingly
boring world of coursework. enjoy!
Raven stood silently, staring into his eyes. Deacon watched her eyes closely and again saw the vivid electric green flash around the edges of her pupils. He glanced at her pointed fangs and extended his own. He walked to her and kissed her strongly, pushing her back onto the counter. He growled lightly as he felt Raven bite his tongue and he tasted his own blood. He heard Raven hiss with pleasure as she swallowed the blood. He pulled away from her and picked her up roughly by the lapels of the shirt she was wearing, "You know I find you almost unbearably sexy" he growled. Raven licked her lips slowly, never taking her gaze from his, "I feel it." She said. She looked down at her feet as she hung inches from the floor. She ran her hands up his arms and slipped her fingers underneath his collar. He smiled, showing the points of his fangs. Raven stroked his neck softly and he dropped her to the floor. She landed lightly on her feet and moved forwards to him. She sank her fangs into the flesh above his collar bone. Deacon growled with combined pain and pleasure. He kissed her neck softly and sank his own fangs deep into her neck slicing easily into the artery. He felt her growl as his mouth filled with her blood. Raven pulled her fangs from Deacon's flesh, blood dripping from the sharp points onto his neck and shirt. She felt him free his fangs from her neck and felt a slow stream of blood slip down her shoulder. Their lips met and Deacon tasted his own blood on her. The sensation was intense. He couldn't remember anything like it. The combined taste of his and Raven's blood formed something that was both fiery like whiskey and sweeter than sugar. His memory flashed back to his time with Mercury. She'd had such bitter blood that in the end he'd refused to bite her. He felt Raven shudder and slipped his fangs into her lip. Another river of sweet blood flowed into his mouth. Raven pulled away from his arms as he let her lip loose. He looked quizzically at her. Dark blood dripped from the wounds in her lip. She jogged off, casting a come hither look at him over her shoulder. Deacon licked her blood from his lips and followed her. Walking with the trail of dark blood on the tiled floor that he already knew led to his bedroom. Sure enough Raven was stood at the side of his bed looking at him. The 'lid' of the bed was up, touching the ceiling. The white sheets immaculate. He smiled to himself; they wouldn't remain that way for long. He strode towards her then stopped mere feet from her. He could smell metal. He looked quizzically at Raven. She slipped her katana from its sheath in her belt and swung it casually through the air, light glittering from the blade. His tongue slipped over his fangs unconsciously and his eyes met hers. She ran the tip of the sword over his chest and up his neck, bringing the edge to rest hovering just above his skin. He hadn't moved an inch, a coy smile spread over his face. Raven pressed the blade to his skin, the keen edge drawing a thin trickle of deep crimson blood. His fangs glinted in the light and his lips brushed hers, tasting the blood still seeping from her lip, pushing the blade deeper into his skin. His blood spilled over the edge of the sword and splashed in vivid deep crimson drops over the white floor tiles. His hand gripped Raven's wrist tightly, forcing her sword arm to her side, the blade slicing from his neck. The wound healed in seconds. Raven's other hand stroked the side of his face, tracing his features with her fingers. Deacon pulled the sword from her hand and tossed it to the floor noisily. The bites on Raven's neck had almost healed, but her lip still bled, deep crimson, down her chin. His fingers moved swiftly to the dark blood and he caressed her neck, the blood clinging to his fingers painting her skin. Raven seized the lapels of his shirt and tore it open, exposing his pale skin to the artificial light. Her fingers traced patterns down his chest, leaving thin scratches from her sharp nails. Her lips met Deacon's again and she felt his fangs sink back into her lip. Deacon's hands slipped down her shoulders and took a firm grip on her shirt. He lifted her into the air and threw her to the bed. She twisted in the air and landed in a crouch, her knees by her shoulders, her eyes again locked to his. Her long dark hair nestled around her face. Raven casually licked Deacon's blood from her fingers and flexed her shoulders. Deacon moved forwards so fast that Raven lost sight of him. She found herself on her back, Deacon's fangs again in her neck. She sank her own into his ear and felt him bite down harder into her flesh. She felt a large pool of blood gathering under her head and tried to push Deacon over. He growled at her through her skin and she stopped as he ripped his fangs from her. He hissed as he felt Raven sink her fangs into his shoulder again and twist as he sat up, so that he was now beneath her. Her dark hair fell around his face, thin lines of blood forming where her hair brushed against him. His hands found their way to her hips and he sank his nails into her flesh. She let him pull his shoulder from her and felt his fingers sliding over her shoulders and up her neck. Deacon shed his bloody and torn shirt and pulled Raven's from her. The blood from the bites he had given her had slipped down her chest and smeared as her shirt passed over it. The white sheets, already a deep red with both their blood were dripping the crimson fluid softly onto the cold white flooring tiles. Deacon kissed the blood from her neck and shoulders softly and pulled her down to his chest. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth, his blood again mixing with hers to form an addictively fiery elixir. His foot brushed against a small switch at the foot of the bed and the 'lid' of the bed began its slow descent. He sank his nails into Raven's shoulders roughly, causing her to arch back to free herself from him, her head touched the inside of the lid as it came down upon them. It forced her back down to him. As the lid sank into place and sealed itself around them, a long spray of blood splashed across the glass panels, obscuring them from view.
Heh heh heh!!! I'll leave this here... 1. Because I've really got to get this coursework done and 2. It's about 1 in the morning.. Oh the joys of early morning working. yeah right!!! I'd rather be out clubbing than doing chemistry coursework. oh well. I'll go clubbing in my head!!! (That's just how normal I am!!!)
Raven stood silently, staring into his eyes. Deacon watched her eyes closely and again saw the vivid electric green flash around the edges of her pupils. He glanced at her pointed fangs and extended his own. He walked to her and kissed her strongly, pushing her back onto the counter. He growled lightly as he felt Raven bite his tongue and he tasted his own blood. He heard Raven hiss with pleasure as she swallowed the blood. He pulled away from her and picked her up roughly by the lapels of the shirt she was wearing, "You know I find you almost unbearably sexy" he growled. Raven licked her lips slowly, never taking her gaze from his, "I feel it." She said. She looked down at her feet as she hung inches from the floor. She ran her hands up his arms and slipped her fingers underneath his collar. He smiled, showing the points of his fangs. Raven stroked his neck softly and he dropped her to the floor. She landed lightly on her feet and moved forwards to him. She sank her fangs into the flesh above his collar bone. Deacon growled with combined pain and pleasure. He kissed her neck softly and sank his own fangs deep into her neck slicing easily into the artery. He felt her growl as his mouth filled with her blood. Raven pulled her fangs from Deacon's flesh, blood dripping from the sharp points onto his neck and shirt. She felt him free his fangs from her neck and felt a slow stream of blood slip down her shoulder. Their lips met and Deacon tasted his own blood on her. The sensation was intense. He couldn't remember anything like it. The combined taste of his and Raven's blood formed something that was both fiery like whiskey and sweeter than sugar. His memory flashed back to his time with Mercury. She'd had such bitter blood that in the end he'd refused to bite her. He felt Raven shudder and slipped his fangs into her lip. Another river of sweet blood flowed into his mouth. Raven pulled away from his arms as he let her lip loose. He looked quizzically at her. Dark blood dripped from the wounds in her lip. She jogged off, casting a come hither look at him over her shoulder. Deacon licked her blood from his lips and followed her. Walking with the trail of dark blood on the tiled floor that he already knew led to his bedroom. Sure enough Raven was stood at the side of his bed looking at him. The 'lid' of the bed was up, touching the ceiling. The white sheets immaculate. He smiled to himself; they wouldn't remain that way for long. He strode towards her then stopped mere feet from her. He could smell metal. He looked quizzically at Raven. She slipped her katana from its sheath in her belt and swung it casually through the air, light glittering from the blade. His tongue slipped over his fangs unconsciously and his eyes met hers. She ran the tip of the sword over his chest and up his neck, bringing the edge to rest hovering just above his skin. He hadn't moved an inch, a coy smile spread over his face. Raven pressed the blade to his skin, the keen edge drawing a thin trickle of deep crimson blood. His fangs glinted in the light and his lips brushed hers, tasting the blood still seeping from her lip, pushing the blade deeper into his skin. His blood spilled over the edge of the sword and splashed in vivid deep crimson drops over the white floor tiles. His hand gripped Raven's wrist tightly, forcing her sword arm to her side, the blade slicing from his neck. The wound healed in seconds. Raven's other hand stroked the side of his face, tracing his features with her fingers. Deacon pulled the sword from her hand and tossed it to the floor noisily. The bites on Raven's neck had almost healed, but her lip still bled, deep crimson, down her chin. His fingers moved swiftly to the dark blood and he caressed her neck, the blood clinging to his fingers painting her skin. Raven seized the lapels of his shirt and tore it open, exposing his pale skin to the artificial light. Her fingers traced patterns down his chest, leaving thin scratches from her sharp nails. Her lips met Deacon's again and she felt his fangs sink back into her lip. Deacon's hands slipped down her shoulders and took a firm grip on her shirt. He lifted her into the air and threw her to the bed. She twisted in the air and landed in a crouch, her knees by her shoulders, her eyes again locked to his. Her long dark hair nestled around her face. Raven casually licked Deacon's blood from her fingers and flexed her shoulders. Deacon moved forwards so fast that Raven lost sight of him. She found herself on her back, Deacon's fangs again in her neck. She sank her own into his ear and felt him bite down harder into her flesh. She felt a large pool of blood gathering under her head and tried to push Deacon over. He growled at her through her skin and she stopped as he ripped his fangs from her. He hissed as he felt Raven sink her fangs into his shoulder again and twist as he sat up, so that he was now beneath her. Her dark hair fell around his face, thin lines of blood forming where her hair brushed against him. His hands found their way to her hips and he sank his nails into her flesh. She let him pull his shoulder from her and felt his fingers sliding over her shoulders and up her neck. Deacon shed his bloody and torn shirt and pulled Raven's from her. The blood from the bites he had given her had slipped down her chest and smeared as her shirt passed over it. The white sheets, already a deep red with both their blood were dripping the crimson fluid softly onto the cold white flooring tiles. Deacon kissed the blood from her neck and shoulders softly and pulled her down to his chest. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth, his blood again mixing with hers to form an addictively fiery elixir. His foot brushed against a small switch at the foot of the bed and the 'lid' of the bed began its slow descent. He sank his nails into Raven's shoulders roughly, causing her to arch back to free herself from him, her head touched the inside of the lid as it came down upon them. It forced her back down to him. As the lid sank into place and sealed itself around them, a long spray of blood splashed across the glass panels, obscuring them from view.
Heh heh heh!!! I'll leave this here... 1. Because I've really got to get this coursework done and 2. It's about 1 in the morning.. Oh the joys of early morning working. yeah right!!! I'd rather be out clubbing than doing chemistry coursework. oh well. I'll go clubbing in my head!!! (That's just how normal I am!!!)