A/N: Just a quick note before we begin… This is one of the more sappy scenes… and one of my more rated R scenes… I guess I'm supposed to forewarn you because I put PG13 on my rating thing even though they say that if you say 'fuck' more than once it's considered 'R'… so really this whole thing is rated R since I believe I've said 'fuck' more than once. Ah well if I haven't changed it by now it's because I'm too lazy to do it… sorry… oh and ignore the friggin lines at the end… I couldn't get rid of them. Cursed lines.
Chapter 19:Stained
Charli opened her eyes again to find the vampyre beside her and his friend lying right next to him. Both were lying on the ground unmoved. They were dead. The vampyre beside her didn't look bad at all. His neck was twisted almost completely off his head. His friend, however, did not have it so good. There was barely any flesh left on his body. Blood covered him like an unwanted blanket. His face was rigid and distorted like some abstract Picasso painting.
Charli clutched her head. It buzzed and made her feel nauseated. She suddenly felt pain all over her body and it pained her most in her leg. She gripped her leg and her hand was at once her hand was covered in dark red blood. She pulled her hand away disgusted. What the hell happened?
"You OK?"
"Um. Yeah. What happened?" Charli asked her friend.
"You don't remember?" Riea looked surprised. "You changed. You turned hybrid and slaughtered the two vampyres to bits and pieces. Droven ran off. Smart man. You went psycho-mad." Riea grinned, "But you're alive."
"Yeah. I guess." Charli's head still buzzed. She pressed her bloody hand to her forehead hoping to calm herself and her head.
"Here," Riea came over to her friend. She grabbed her good arm and helped her up. "We better get going."
"Thanks." Charli smiled, eternally grateful. "So how'd you get the other two away?" Charli asked curiosity growing.
"Well Tiger here got one of 'em for me." Charli glanced at the Doberman. Tiger's tongue lolled out, and his black lips were curved at the side, which made Charli think that he found killing vampyres a nice daily exercise and was a cleansing of the heart and soul. Blood covered his snout and he had a small cut around his throat. "He did help you tearing one of 'em apart, but you seemed to be doing fine by yourself."
"I don't know what happened. The vampyre bit me and started to drink from me. That's when I lost it completely. I kept talking to myself."
"Nothing new there." Riea smiled. Charli rolled her eyes.
"I guess there's no cheesecake tonight." Riea spoke aloud and sighed deeply, more from the battle than the denied treat.
"Another night. It doesn't look like I'm going back to the mansion anytime soon." Riea paused in thought. She then looked at Charli's leg. "Think you'll be able to walk?"
"I'll manage," Charli grumbled, "What about you?" Charli inspected the cut on Riea's throat. There were the few cuts on her and a gash on her arm from dodging a bullet, but the worst was the one on her throat. "Well it's not too deep. It's already starting to scab."
"Well I got that one from Marcus."
"WHAT!" Charli made a choking sound. "What the fuck for?" Charli roared.
"He's gone mental, Charli. Lucian's chained in the dungeons. He wants to start the war again, and he says you're going to do that for him. That's got to be part of the reason for the Death Dealers. If he kills you, Lucian will start the war all over again."
"Damn bastard," Charli muttered. "Well then we'll just have to show him what war is really like." Charli glanced at her friend. "C'mon. We'd better be off before Michael sends out a rescue squad."
Riea grinned and nodded. She aided her limping friend by holding onto her good arm. They walked in silence and the only noise was Tiger's nails clicking on the ground as he trotted happily by his master's side.
It didn't take them much more time to move the same distance as it would if they were in perfect condition. They decided to go along the main streets of Budapest. They knew that some people would eye them curiously, but it was the fastest way back to the den. Unfortunately the streets they had to take consisted of clothing stores, music and book shops, and a few bars and cafes. These were the places where people of all ages would hang out, and it was a Saturday night.
"Are you sure you want to go this way Charli? I know taking the other road is longer, but it would also be safer too."
"I know, Riea, but I just want to get there in one piece, and I want to get there as soon as possible. I could care less what these mortals think at the moment." Riea grinned and tried to ignore the gawking faces.
During their return to the den, they passed by a bookstore and then a small local café. Charli remembered the café. Some lycans hung out there trying to relax with the jazzy music. Charli enjoyed getting coffee and listening to some of the stand up comedy or live music. Somehow, the café had always made her feel calm, whether it was the dim lighting or the few people, but tonight, when she looked at the front door, nothing about the picture made her feel calm. Marissa descended the steps with two other lycans, Ferrah and Rachel. Both were something of Marissa's "posse" and Charli, tonight of all nights, did not want to deal with any of them.
Marissa caught Charli's eye and glared. Riea caught what she was looking at and whispered into Charli's ear, "Who the hell is that?"
"Gavin's new girl."
"I thought you lycans were supposed to be loyal and protective. Not some kind of New York pimp."
Charli grinned sadly, "I know. I thought so too, but not all lycans are as loyal as they seem."
Marissa whispered to her posse as well. Convincing them I'm the devil's spawn, I bet. Charli thought cynically. Marissa's face changed into a wicked smile as she made her way over to Charli and Riea.
"Look what the cat dragged in."
"Actually, the vampyre to be more precise," Riea said coldly, defending her friend. Marissa looked at Riea with an equal pure hatred as she did with Charli.
"Riea please. I just want to get home." Charli sighed deeply. She knew it wasn't fatal, but her symptoms seemed to get worse and now she had to deal with this.
"You mean get home to your precious little puppy?"
"You don't have to act anymore, Marissa. I know you two are together. I saw you kissing, and…" Charli didn't want to finish the rest.
Marissa gave a look of bewilderment. Charli could tell she was thinking hard. "Yeah… well it's no wonder, looking at the way you treat him." Marissa sneered.
Charli was about to shout back a few rude American words, but thought better of it. "You're right, Marissa. Hopefully the deceitful prick will be happy with you. I wish you the best." Charli rolled her eyes and started her way again back to the den.
Marissa was taken aback. "So you don't hate me for loving him? You don't hate me for giving him the pleasure you wouldn't? That he bedded me and not you?"
Charli froze. Her voice trembled. "You said it yourself: I wouldn't give him the things you could."
Charli didn't bother seeing Marissa's face as they left the scene.
' ' " '
When they were almost at the den, Charli and Riea stopped at the sound of rushing feet. Charli sniffed the air and suddenly went tense. A shadow moved along the walls, and any normal mortal wouldn't have noticed it at all. Riea felt her friend turn to stone. She tried to pick up the scent, but she only smelt a familiar lycan scent.
Gavin showed himself. He saw Charli and ran even faster towards her. Riea looked at Charli. Her eyes were colder than she'd ever seen them. Riea thought that she had seen her eyes brim with tears, but it must have been her imagination because it only lasted a second. What the hell went on between them? Riea thought with lengthening curiosity.
"Charli," he looked relieved, "What the hell happened?" He asked calmly though he was sweating like mad.
"I'm fine." Charli said coldly.
"Are you crazy? Look at yourself."
Charli looked down. Her jeans were ripped in a few places, especially on her left calf. The blood from the unknown wound had dried up on her dark jeans. Her arm didn't look as bad as it felt, thank the lord. She knew she had several cuts along her face. Then there was her neck. It still burned like fire, but when she went to touch it, the blood was cold, and the skin around the wound was cold. Here, the blood hadn't dried yet. Though it wasn't dripping as much as it had a while ago, it still oozed and the dead cells moved around. "I look fine. Why should you care anyways?" Charli asked coldly. Then she thought about something, "Never mind. Don't answer that one."
"What? What are you talking about? Of course I care!" Gavin had started to get a little impatient, but he kept his distance. With the look Charli gave him, Riea wouldn't come near her either.
Charli continued to limp and Riea followed, still trying to help her. Riea kept enough sense in her not to talk.
Gavin was just as stubborn as Charli was. He blocked their path back to the den. "Charli, what are you talking about?" His voice was much calmer now.
Charli had a hard time to avoid his eyes, but she succeeded all the same. "I don't want to talk to you right now. And if I ever want to talk to you again, you can consider yourself lucky." Her voice trembled with anger.
"Just tell me why you're like this! Tell me what I did wrong!" Gavin wouldn't beg, Charli knew that.
"If you can't figure it out, then why the hell should I tell you?" Charli's voice was no longer trembling, but Riea could feel her shake uncontrollably underneath her hands. Charli pushed past Gavin with some force and Riea followed giving Gavin a sorrowful look. Riea and Gavin's eyes met and she could see in his eyes that he truly didn't understand.
"Charli!" Gavin said again, this time his voice was trembling, "Please. I'm begging you." Now his voice was a little more than a whisper.
Charli turned back towards him and her eyes were filled with tears. There was coldness dwelling in her eyes that previously Gavin would have thought impossible. His heart was in his throat with pain. He never wanted to see her like this, and being the reason of her pain which just made the worse.
Anger boiled through Charli's body like a disease. How could he play ignorant with her? How dare he! She stormed up to him, mustering every bit of strength she had left in her. She stared straight into his face, only inches from hers. Her breath caught as the pain seeped through her just as fast as the anger had. He had hurt her, and she couldn't allow him to play with her heart like that. She showed no emotion in her expression. Charli raised her hand and brought it hard across his cheek.
She saw his skin turn bright red before she turned away from him and limped off. From the red, almost purple color of his cheek, she knew it had to hurt like hell. She also knew that even though it was just a slap on the cheek, and Gavin had gone through a hell of a lot more, he would bruise badly.
What hurt the most was that she didn't care. She didn't care that he would bruise badly. She didn't care that he had found a new mate. It scared her that she couldn't care because her whole life had been about caring. Now…
Riea watched her friend walk away. Charli still had a limp in her walk that Riea hoped would go away soon. She wasn't about to go after Charli herself. She knew that Charli would need time to think and to cool down.
Riea looked at Gavin. His face didn't change from the surprised look. Riea noticed that every time Charli limped, Gavin winced in the slightest. Gavin looked at Riea in deep thought. Riea however wasn't going to be so kind. She looked at him with daggers in her eyes. "What the fuck were you thinking?" Riea had her voice at a whisper even though Charli was well beyond earshot.
Gavin looked bewildered, "Why is everyone accusing me? I don't know what the hell I did to make her act this way!"
"You and that trailer trash bitch. That's what has gotten her all worked up."
"Who?" Gavin asked with seriousness that almost made Riea believe he didn't know anything. Almost.
"Who?" Riea repeated incredulously, "What do you mean who, you sick son of a bitch! That girl. That lycan!" Riea spat out. Her disgust for the girl was immense.
"OK, Riea. I know we're in Hungary, but speak English. What girl?"
"Miranda or something like that."
"Marissa?" Gavin said disbelieving.
"Yeah, Marissa." Riea said icily.
"We didn't do anything together!"
"Bullshit! She admitted everything to us." Riea looked at Gavin's shocked face. "We ran into her on our way here. Or she came up to us to be more precise. She told us about your fucking, and I mean literally, relationship."
"We never fucked each other if that's what you were getting to." Gavin whispered more to himself.
"Well that's not what she said to us not five minutes ago." Riea accused.
"Well then she was lying!" Gavin ran his fingers through his hair, and remembered the numerous times that Charli had run her fingers through his hair. "I have to go after her," he said finally.
"Fine, but Gavin…" Riea paused, "Don't hurt her again. You'll regret it."
Gavin nodded, "I'm already regretting."
He ran off after Charli. Riea was once again left alone. She started back for the street where she saw all the shops. As she came up to a café, bright lights flashed in her eyes making her hiss with anger. The car paused and Riea couldn't see anything. She heard gasps and a few small shrieks. Riea feared that the people in the car could be something… unnatural. When the car left, a woman had been thrown out of the car. She only looked in her late twenties, at the most. The woman was bound at her hands and feet. Her forehead had a gash that looked as though it had been struck with the barrel of a gun. Riea ran to her, but stopped in her tracks at the scent of the woman.
She was a hybrid.
Charli's leg was already healing, and so were the other scratches. Her neck still looked like a fresh wound. Damn blood thought he could bite me. I'm already a fucking hybrid… Charli just wanted to forget everything that had just happened. She wanted to go back to the den, but the tears that were now streaming down her face was not something she wanted her family, if she could call them that, to see. She just wanted to forget…
Charli made a quick left and walked into the familiar place.
The Dusk Inn and Moonlight Pub wasn't deserted tonight. Today it was full of different looking people. Men coming from a long, hard-working day, punks hanging with their friends, girls chit-chatting with their friends about the weekend, and bikers trying to act tough as though they were some Romanian Mafia. Charli laughed at that thought.
Terrence looked at his friend from behind the bar counter.
Charli looked back at him, sat on the barstool, and slumped, "I just want to forget."
"No." Charli looked at him in surprise. "You got drunk last night. I won't let it happen again."
"I won't get drunk again. I promise. Look Terre, I just want to forget." Charli looked at him pleadingly.
"Fine, but I'm serious if you pull anything, I will have your throat."
Charli slipped a smile. "Spoken like a true lycan." Charli took the offered glass bottle.
She let the dark, live music seethe through her like a drug. She knew the band. She glanced at the lead singer. Chris gave a short wave. She met him in a Chicago night club. He moved back here for some chick."So what's got you beat up this time?" Terrence came up to her, and searched for another beer. It was most likely her last bottle for the night.
"Same deal."
"Seriously?" He handed her the beer.
"Yup." Charli took the open bottle and was about to take her first swig when a hand shot out and took the bottle. "Why the fuck does everyone steal my beer? What is wrong with this world?" Charli shouted, but her words were drowned in the music. Now the music came from a mix CD. 3 Days Grace, I Hate Everything About You, was playing.
She looked at the beer thief. Her eyes turned cold, "This is the perfect song for you."
Gavin stood still and listened to the words. All the feelings that I get, and I still don't miss you yet. Only when I stop to think about it… He rolled his eyes, but he also knew she was taking this seriously.
Charli reached out for the beer, but Gavin pulled it away from her. "What part of 'I don't ever want to talk to you again' don't you understand?" Charli muttered, "Perfect song. I hate everything about you." Charli shook her head slowly as if she could barely believe it herself. Charli tilted her head and asked, "Why did I love you?"
Charli ignored the stolen beer, "Sorry Terre. I got to go." She glared at Gavin. She walked away, not bothering to take another glance at Gavin or her friend.
Gavin put the beer down and headed out after her. Terrence used a large hand and stopped Gavin in his tracks. Gavin was surprised by how quickly Terrence got out of the bar and in front of Gavin. "She's got friends, Gavin. She's moved on with her life, and has done so much better. Don't you dare ruin it for her, or I will hunt you down."
Gavin looked at him and was about to say something, but caught a familiar scent. Lycan. Great. "I don't want to hurt her, and I never meant to."
Terrence nodded slowly and looked at the exit, "Neil!" Terrence shouted, "Let him through." He turned back to Gavin, "Go get her and treat her well."
Gavin gave a quick nod of assurance and ran after Charli. She wasn't even running herself. She was walking aimlessly on the sidewalk, but she managed to avoid the mortals.
Gavin ran to catch up to her. His hand grabbed her shoulder, but she brushed it off. Charli sighed and leaned against the concrete wall. She knew she would have to talk to him eventually. Her arms crossed her chest protectively. She never did that before, not with him.
Gavin stood in front of her and said, "Let me just explain."
Charli was about to backfire more, but thought better of it and repressed herself. "Yes?"
"Riea told me you met Marissa on the street. She told me what she said to you."
"Yeah. It was really nice of her to do so. As if it didn't occur to me already that I couldn't give you the things she could." Charli grumbled remembering their conversation.
"Just because you couldn't do things she could, doesn't mean I'd rather be with her," Gavin said quietly. He was a bit surprised about this. Why the hell would Marissa go off and tell lies like that? Was it because he'd told her no?
Charli looked at him, deep in his eyes, "What are you trying to get to?"
"About fifty years ago I visited a lycan den in the Swiss Alps. It was during a low key search for you." Charli looked surprised. "I met Marissa there, and she wouldn't let me be since the first time we saw each other. I told her no, but she was persistent," Gavin easily remembered those times. "One night we were talking about our history, and I told her about you, and how much I wanted to find you, but couldn't. Somehow one thing led to another and we made out."
Charli rolled her eyes. She could feel the warm tears begin to burn her eyes. Gavin continued all the same, "But that's all we did, Charli. Before I left she told me she was moving to the Hungarian den just to get the feel of a different climate. I think she thought that I was going back there too, but I never wanted to return there. When I saw her again last week, I froze. And she kept coming on to me. I brought her to a busy street one night, and I told her we couldn't be together anymore. She kissed me, and I thought it was some kind of good-bye kiss." Charli remembered that night she saw them, and first suspected Gavin.
"Then she wouldn't let off, so I brought her to my room and I told her the more she pursued me, the more I pulled away. There were dozens of lycans who would want her, and I couldn't want her because I loved you. I think she really understood then."
"So you guys didn't screw each other?" Charli choked as she asked bluntly.
"No, Charli. I love you, and only you."
Charli believed him, but she was still uncertain, "So what am I supposed to do now? I feel like a fucking idiot."
Gavin laughed. "God, I've been waiting for you to say that forever." Charli punched him. "Well I can think of a few things." Gavin stepped closer to her, and pressed his lips against hers. She accepted and wrapped her hands around his neck, playing with the auburn strands of his wavy hair.
Charli pulled away playfully, "But first," she paused and licked his ear in a lycan manner, making him shudder. She whispered into it, "You have to catch me."
Charli's bare feet slapped against the cobblestone. Even in a flat-out run Gavin was shortly behind her. Let's see how he does on rough terrain. She smiled wickedly. She pushed through people waiting at a bus station. She chanced glancing behind her. Gavin leapt from the ground over the people and landed in a tumble. She saw his hands dripped blood from the concrete. She had a second mind to stop and aid him, but the chase was too much for her and the adrenaline rushing through her wouldn't allow her to stop.
She turned the corner with inhuman speed almost slipping in the puddles of rainwater. She knew Gavin was grinning because this road was a dead end. At the end of the street stood a stone apartment building with an amazing structure and architecture. She began to change, letting just her fingers lengthen and turn into a devilish black. With sensitive hearing she knew Gavin was changing his hands as well as he realized what she was about to do. He might have been preparing for a battle, but was not expecting what Charli was about to do.
Gavin slowed down a bit, but Charli kept running. She almost ran straight into the stone, but jumped at the last second. She used her thick skin and long, sharp claws to hold herself on the wall. She began to scale the wall like a spider or a very large, stupid cat. She more felt than heard Gavin pause, but she knew he would follow. He wouldn't give up that easily.
Her hands touched the ledge of the roof and she swung her body onto the top. She ran to the other side of the roof, jumping over a sunroof. She peered down. She had scaled a two hundred- foot twenty-floored building. Whoa. She heard the gravel behind her shift. She turned to see Gavin breathing as heavily as she was. Gavin changed him hands and claws back into their human form.
"Ok." He breathed, "You win. No more games." He inched closer and she moved back, smiling. "Charli," he warned.
"Yes Gavin?"
"C'mon." He spoke sternly, but his eyes pleaded. The wait was unbearable for him.
"You have to catch me if you want me." Charli spoke simply.
Charli turned around. Her feet were balanced on the ledge of the building. She glanced at Gavin once more, and she knew he knew what she was about to do. She heard him grumble, "No." She smiled and dove. She looked like one of those Olympic divers, her body as straight as a stick. She put her arms out like a hawk, and enjoyed the bliss of the wind rushing past her.
Gavin watched her jump off the building. Not again. Every time she jumped off a building, no matter how safe it was for a lycan or hybrid, he felt this pang of fear that something would happen to her. He felt it again. Gavin ran to the edge and jumped right after her not looking. He knew why she enjoyed jumping from high buildings. It was pure ecstasy. The jump, the rush, the adrenaline, the wind, all of it was pure thrill.
Charli landed on all fours. The trees swayed back and forth from the disturbance of their forest. She knew they were just outside Budapest because of the thick forest. She looked up, knowing what she would see. Gavin was right above her. He looked like a dove from the heavens, but his eyes never left her. He knew she wouldn't stop here, and she didn't.
Charli ran deeper into the forest passing trees she couldn't remember the names of. Their leaves were shades of gold, red, orange, yellow and brown. She loved fall. It was her favorite season. Especially with the crisp feeling in the air, and the freshness of everything.
Gavin gained on her, and as she passed by a small stream, he was only three yards away from her. He leapt from the ground and seized her from behind and pushed her against the trunk of a large oak tree. He pushed himself away, not wanting to crush her under his weight.
The grassy patch was soft beneath Charli's feet, and she enjoyed the velvety feel. Charli stepped closer to Gavin, his warm body pressed against hers. Her finger trailed down his torso as light as a feather. He shivered in delight and his hands traced the line of her chin over her chest and rested on her hips, pulling her closer. She took a sharp intake of the musky air mingled with sweat from the chase. She fingered a piece of his ruffled brown hair that fell in his face. She felt the butterflies in her stomach the size of Monarchs flutter in excitement and anticipation.
A godlike man of the forest, he was. The raindrops ran down her hair making the curls look sleek. The forest covered them with a thick blanket of oak trees, their years older than Charli and Gavin combined. Centuries of history and story cloaked the timeless creatures. Gavin waited patiently until Charli's teasing made him grab her, kissing her fiercely. Her enticing beauty and pleasant scent wouldn't allow Gavin to resist her much longer, for his stomach might turn inside out with longing. He wanted to mark her. He wanted to diminish the pure fragrance and stain her with his own scent.
Gavin's hands enfolded her curved hips. Fingers caressed her, running over her skin and tickling her. Her gaze met coffee brown eyes, saying so much in a language without words.
It was hard for him to breathe while looking into her eyes. Looking into those amber eyes was like a poison of anxiety. Her hands found the collar of his jacket and pulled him closer, but for him, it was never close enough. His hand slipped underneath her shirt and lifted it up ever so slightly. She gave an involuntary shudder that made him growl deep in his throat.
Charli moved her hands down his chest, knocking his own hands from her, and went back up and fiddled with the top button of his black shirt. She gave a small smile, never looking away from his intense eyes. Short nails attempted to scratch his skin as she went down his shirt. He growled softly, which made Charli's smile widen in pleasure. As she finished with the last button, Gavin reached for her shirt again. She blocked his hand once more a playful look in her eyes. He reached for her face, cupping her cheek. She took his hand in her own two and kissed each finger gently.
She went to kiss his full lips once again. His tongue brushed her lips and she parted them willingly. He wanted to explore her mouth, making sure that nothing had been forgotten. She pulled away slowly, making him want her more. She began kisses trailing downwards. Her lips barely touched his rough skin and she ignored the soft, thin hairs on his chest that rose in arousing him. She stopped mid-way and her fingers found his belt, which she unbuckled with ease. She looked back at him, faces inches apart. Gavin emitted a high-pitched whine in agony and in desire, like a little puppy that was missing out on all the fun.
Charli felt her knees weaken underneath her. They might have given way if Gavin hadn't eased her to the soft, green grass. Charli nestled herself beside him in the blades of emeralds. Her soft russet ringlets of hair framed her tan features. Seeing her in this position, willing to give herself completely, was daunting. He began unzipping her jeans, showing red boy-cut underwear. Gavin propped himself up on his elbow and looked deep into her eyes. So much longing and craving in those eyes. She yearned for him and that made him tremble involuntarily.
"Are you ready?" He asked hushed. His voice was so low Charli thought she may have misunderstood him.
She smiled lazily. "I've always been ready. Just too scared."
"I though you were fearless."
"Of everyone else, I am fearless. It's because I know they can't hurt me. Not like you can."
Gavin knew what she meant, and he wanted to apologize again. He never wanted to hurt her like he did. He opened his mouth, but Charli's finger pressed gently on his lips to keep them shut. He kissed her finger, and thought of something better to say. "I'm so scared of you, it makes me weak." Charli laughed. Gavin looked at her, "I'm serious Charli. Every time I look at you my heart skips beats and my mind jumps to all the things I want to do to you, and all the things I want you to do to me."
Charli's eyebrows shot up in curiosity and amusement, "And what would that be?"
Gavin toyed with the curls at the end of the strands of her hair. "I want to rip you to pieces and yet I don't want to break you." Charli grinned and placed a finger on his torso. She let it brush further down until she knew she had aroused him even more so than before. "And I want to throw you in a cell," he began again through gritted teeth, "So no other man can touch you. I want to mark you as my own and stain that pure smell, but I want to smell you every morning right before you wake up." He let it go. He'd told her exactly what he felt.
Charli still had that amused look on her face, "And what would I do to you?"
Gavin placed his hand behind her head and lifted it up inches away from his own. "I want you to kiss me, and stab me with your ruby studded dagger. I want you to hurt me just as much as I hurt you, and I want you to love me just as much as I love you. I want you to tease me until I can't stand it."
"That can be arranged." Charli smirked, the wheels already turning in her head. She pressed her lips against his. He couldn't wait much longer. He pulled the rest of her jeans and undergarments off. Charli did the same and in seconds, both had shred each other's clothes to pieces, leaving their naked bodies intertwined like knot.
Gavin wanted her. He wanted her beneath him. He wanted to be inside that tan body more than ever. He took his time to accomplish this task. She let out a small moan and all tension was released as she arched her body towards Gavin, as if to make his job easier.
As they reached the climax, Gavin thrust himself harder into her. Charli ran her nails across his back, but the short nails couldn't grasp anything. She tried to scratch something, anything. She dug her nails as hard as she could, uncontrollably.
Nothing in six centuries had made her feel more complete, more dirty, and more exhilarated.
A/N: Ignorant is an evil word, don't you think so Adalon?
Since Eternal Life is almost over (I know I know tears) I wanted to start some of my thank-you's…um people come last because they're the best… well I'm letting you know my inspirations for I most of Eternal Life. So here are some of my "inspirational songs":
Blue October: 3 Weeks, She Sleeps and Come in Closer (it's # 8 and #11 on the CD) -and this was a lot of this chapter and about Charli's personality.
Gavin DeGraw's (he's a god, I swear) CD Chariot. Most of the songs were: [Nice to meet you] Anyway, Just Friends, Chemical Party, and Belief -the whole dramatic thing with Charli and Gavin.
Sting: I can't even begin with how many of his words and his songs inspired this story… and all my stuff, for that matter.
Fleetwood Mac: Little Lies, and What's This World Coming To? – They've inspired me in many different ways, but those two songs defiantly
Van Morison: Just a round about of all his jazzy/blues/rock songs. He doesn't really have a genre… it's a Morison genre…grins
U2: Elevation and Beautiful Day- They made the vampyric world a tad bit more clear to me…
A.F.I., LostProphets, LIT and the Underworld Soundtrack – All helped in different ways (underworld soundtrack, duh!) and got me a little more back on track with this story…
Tune in for the next author's note where moose writes all thanks to people… because people matter don't they moose looks at moose and moose nods see?
