WARNING: Graphic rape in this chapter. If u kno this will offend u, plz don't read it. Thnx.

The fact that i still do not own Nightwalker is to be noted at this point, dammit. I'd also like to point out that Her Majesty, Princess Luna is still the ONLY one who has reviewed, under coercion or not. Much worshipful thanks to Her Magnificent, Magnanimous, Much-respected Highness.

He drew me toward a door I hadn't seen before. I simply let my body be guided, no longer caring where we went.

"I suspect Shido hasn't taught you much of the bedroom, either." He laughed in his quiet, peculiar way and guided me into the room.

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In the center of the floor, almost the room's only adornment, was the largest, most ornate bed I had ever seen. I couldn't yet imagine the atrocities that had been committed there . . . or would be.

I had stepped farther into the room as he turned to close the door. Now he came up behind me and I could sense a tension in him. I understood why when he pulled me to him and I felt him hard against my lower regions. I stood there motionless and cold, as his hands slowly slid over me, removing my clothes, exploring my body and caressing my skin. His breath came hot on my hair and the back of my neck, as his hands slithered around my waist and up to caress my bare breasts. He began to kiss my neck and shoulders; he lipped my ear and I felt his fangs brush my skin. He held me close to him, and I felt him, throbbing angrily, raging to enter me.

Shido and I made love often. He was always gentle; he held back until I was ready, and in moments of high ecstasy, his bite was always soft and loving. We shared our blood – our lives, willingly.

This was different. It was hard, and fast, and yet eternally slow. Cain took. He took what he wanted, how he wanted it. I instinctively resisted when he first tried to slide within me, tensing my muscles and making it difficult for him to enter. But all he had to do was whisper the name in my ear, and I yielded. I couldn't risk angering him. Shido's life hung in the balance.

But even though I let Cain have his way, I could not bring myself to return his "favors." For hours I lay there, trying not to cry. I did not want this – his naked body, slick against mine, his hands doing all manner of things to my body. The throbbing, pushing, ramming of him, large and hot inside me was agonizing. My body answered his motions with its own unauthorized tremblings and spasms. His fangs sunk into my neck, gnashing, sucking the blood from me. He dragged his face down my torso and massaged my hard, erect nipples with his tongue before biting deep into the tender flesh of my breast. His hands went searching, groping into my secret places, his nails scratching and tearing my moist flesh. He ran his fingertips slowly, softly across my trembling skin, only to dig the sharp long nails into me suddenly. Bleeding. Pain. Such pain. My hips were sore from being crushed by his continuous undulations. I wanted to scream. He shoved and pulled, always the throbbing of his livid member piercing me, ripping me apart inside. It hurt too much to scream. His nails and fangs dug deeper into the flesh of my breasts and neck every time. I finally cried silently, my wrists held in place where he'd tied them to the bed posts. He removed himself from me finally and slid down my body, running his hands and mouth over my brokenness, licking blood and wetness off my slick skin. He reached his destination and I could feel his tongue probing me and his hands – those nails and the wet satin of his lightest touch. The tears streamed down my face to mix with the blood trickling down my neck, down my chest, between my naked breasts to pool around my naval. The inside of my thighs were slick with blood and fluids as well. This too he partook of.

As he came back up, I tried to escape into my mind – tried to ignore the searching hands – the reentering rage. I thought of Shido. Shido. Oh, GOD!! I'm so sorry, Shido!

I cried out, just as Cain forced himself into me, harder and farther than before. His fangs sank into my throat and he gripped, hard. He held himself there for an interminable moment, forbidding any movement besides his own now irregular throbbing within me. I could feel myself growing weaker. Just as I thought I'd faint from the pain and blood loss, he climaxed a final time and withdrew totally.

I couldn't move, couldn't do anything but cry. After resting a moment, he climbed up and untied my wrists, gentle now. He slowly pulled me up to lean against his chest. I could feel his heavy breathing with my whole body. However, his breaths weren't in sync with my ragged gasps, as Shido's were after we made love.

He cradled me gently with one arm, while offering me the other wrist. His voice sounded softly inside my head, encouragingly, as if he hadn't just taken from me any decency I might still have had after my 'meal'. "You need to replenish. I took yours; now it is your turn."

Then it occurred to me. How much of my thoughts could he hear? What if some of my thoughts of Shido made him angry – I couldn't worry about that now. I was so tired, and hungry again – but not hungry for human blood. This was a hunger different than I'd ever felt before. This was lust – for the blood of my own kind. Now I could add cannibalism to the list of debts Cain owed me.

I lethargically ripped a thin gash in Cain's wrist with one fang, and drank. After a few sips, I drank deeper. I'd never tasted anything so glorious! He held me close and I felt somehow comforted. I had forgotten the pain of only moments ago. Satisfaction spread through my whole body as my wounds healed completely. This was beautiful; this was pleasure. He kissed my hair and we snuggled as I drank. His touch was soft and careful as he hummed quietly to me. It seemed this was all that had ever been; there was no past or present or future, no pain or disgrace. This was all that mattered. As he pulled his arm away gently, murmuring that I'd had enough and then holding me to him and continuing to stroke my hair, I wondered: If this was what Cain was really like, why had Shido ever left him?

Wehh-eell, how'd ya laike tham apples? Alright, all u Riho-bashers, u gotta give her some credit here. Cain's an ass, Shido's supposedly in trouble, what's an innocent girl to do? Disagree with me?

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