Raped 2.
Again a warning, this is very R rated stuff. If you are the sensitive type do not read this.
Her cool, fluid body writhed rhythmically against his under the sheet. The white linen rising and falling with her every movement. She was moaning, biting her lips, grasping at the bed sheets. He was hardly moving, his hips were operating on automatic, but the rest of him arched to be free of her grip, which made her hold on tighter and enjoy this new experience even more, provided she didn't look at his face, she could never have enjoyed this if she could see his face.
His one eye scrunched, squeezed tightly shut to hide any view of the world, he wished it could be as black as his other empty socket. His mouth wracked into a grimace, trying not whine, trying not to scream and more importantly trying not to cry.
The rhythm sped, as did his heart, followed involuntarily by his hips. Her face was buried in his chest now, her hands on his shoulders as she was trying to hold whatever was coming in; soft whimpers came from the mouth, now hidden by hair. Then the explosion came, He thrust forward into her, and she drove herself into him, gripping so tightly with her fingers she drew blood, and in her ecstasy, she screamed, and shut her mouth around the heaving chest underneath her.
He started panting, his breath stuttering as his life was drained from him, his whole body tensed as she cooed.
"Dawnie." He managed to squeeze out.
She stopped drinking; finally! he had said her name,
"Dawn." He managed, before dropping back to the bed, she looked up, satisfied that she had been able to tire him out.
She gazed at his pale face and licked her lips, enjoying the taste of...
She froze, slowly drawing her hand to her mouth, looking down to se the unmistakable red burst. Panicked she looked at his chest.
"Xander" She shouted, shaking him by the shoulders she had previously held so tightly they were starting to bruise.
"Xander" She screamed, trying to make him look at her, he slowly opened his eyes, and then shut them again.
"Oh God, Xander, I am sorry, I didn't mean too, I, I, I."
She stood up and rushed to get the keys, unchaining him
"Please Xander, don't die, I need you, don't die."
She repeated the refrain endlessly between putting pressure on the bite and pacing.
Finally she reached for the phone and punched in 911.
The phone did not respond, slowly her mind started to work again, Britain, not 911, 999.
She punched the number in, waited for a response and gave the address...
"And what is the nature of the emergency?"
She paused, what had they used to say back in Sunnydale?
"BBQ fork, he has lost a lot of blood, bring Type O." The woman didn't question the reply, or how she would know the blood type.
Dawn quickly put on Xander's shirt and went to open the front door, walking slowly and deliberately, forcing herself to take calm and unnecessary breaths, she opened the door and turned on the light, and went back upstairs to hold Xander's hand, to make sure he was not alone. She may be a demon now, soulless, but she had what she wanted, and she was not about to let it slip away, not now, not ever.
She buried her face on his chest, listening to the heartbeat, so slow, so faint, and in rhythm with her tears.
