Warning! There is sex in this chapter! It's not rated M for nothing. Gigiddy, gigiddy!

The heels of Detta's boots clicked against the pavement as she walked down the seemingly deserted alley. It seemed darker than it should be, the only light filtering down to her belonged to a few dingy windows above her. She couldn't tell if people lived there or not, her energy focused on getting back to the cave. She needed more experience, a greater handle on her newfound abilities. Marko could be everywhere at once but Detta, she wasn't that far removed from being human, thus retaining their standard one-track mind. Occasionally she'd get glimpses of multiple scenes, multiple feelings of multiple people but as soon as she focused on one, the others would fade away or everything would become so jumbled that it'd be indecipherable anyway, everything mixing together.

She looked up and around her but nothing stared back at her. A couple of garbage cans littered the end of the alley, seeping around the corner but that was it for substance. The alley itself was dank, scattered papers about, water dripping from somewhere, crashing against something metal, more than likely the trashcan at the opposite end. But then she smiled, the wind carrying one of her newest favorite scents—blood. It was coursing through someone's veins and he was getting closer.

Detta trod on, the clicking of her boots bouncing off of the brick walls around her. But soon she was followed by a second set of feet tapping against the street. She smirked and quickly swallowed it just before he spoke.

"Hey lady. Got a dime?"

"No," she replied as she kept walking, trying to hide her smile.

"How about a light?"

"Nope."

His footsteps quickened while hers remained the same. "How about a couple bucks? I'm hungry."

"So am I," she mumbled under her breath, that smile fighting hard to creep onto her face.

"He needs some money, lady."

The second voice made Detta stop, her hidden smile fading from its recesses. She hadn't anticipated on two but would have to make due. These men weren't her first choice for a meal, the dirt on their bodies screaming at her, the stench wafting to her nose. They both looked like they had been on the street for weeks and, by the smell, in a bar for the past few hours. Their blood would buzz her, no doubt. She looked back at the man behind her and then back at the man standing in front of her, both in their thirties, before backing up against the wall. Her senses weren't what they should be, not yet and chances were she wouldn't hear the man behind her attack in time, not with the distraction standing in front of her. The last thing she wanted was to have a knife plunged through her heart. Something like that wouldn't kill Marko but her, she was too young and still too vulnerable.

"I got nothing guys. See? Not even a purse." She had to test her acting abilities, make an attempt to come off convincing, throwing a hint of worry into her voice.

"We'll take what we can get," said the man that was once behind her as he moved himself in front of her while his friend shimmied up next to her.

He drew a switchblade out of his pocket and flicked it out, its steel glinting under the dull light of the windows above. Detta knew her face had to look bored but the men hadn't responded to it so she just continued on, feebly playing the damsel in distress.

"I told you I don't have any money." She squirmed under the man's weight, feeling just how little effort she didn't need to put into it. She felt like she could easily lift him away from her but still, she played along.

"I don't want money now, bitch," he said, dragging the blade along her face. "Looks like someone's already gotten to you."

He let the blade linger over her scar, the one from the accident that felt like it happened a thousand years ago. Her eyes shifted to the blade, she giving her best frantic face, even managing to perspire a little. She batted at the man holding her, desperately trying to hold back her strength. The man next to her laughed and grabbed onto one hand, holding it down while the other man slapped the other away, grabbing it then shoving it behind her back for his friend to grab hold of. He slid the blade down her face, her neck and to her chest, to the cleavage of her breasts created by her dress. She looked at the man, fury etched in her face but behind it was a child's mocking voice going 'na na na na na.' He dragged the blade across the top of her breast, drawing blood. She wailed into the night, making the men laugh. Little did they know it was a cry of pleasure, not pain. Detta fought back a shiver as tears leaked down her cheeks.

"Don't…" she half-heartedly pleaded with the man as he slid his fingers down her thigh to the hem of her dress, slowly dragging it up.

"Begging ain't going to get you nothing, bitch," the friend said.

"You ain't got not money for me but you got your pussy," the other cackled.

He started tugging at her underwear when she heard it, that familiar squeal of flying bats. It was Marko and right on time. The men didn't seem to hear anything until the thunk of Marko's boots against the pavement echoed down the alley. The friend turned, squinting through the darkness trying to see the intruder. By the time he did catch hold of something, he was too late. Marko had grabbed him and dragged him into the shadows. The man holding her to the wall looked off into that direction but couldn't see anything. He could only hear his friend's gurgled screams as they grew quieter and quieter. He looked back towards Detta, still held firmly under his knife and nearly choked on his tongue. What he was looking upon was no longer the vulnerable girl he was preying on but a cruel-looking vampire that was ready to prey on him.

She smiled, her fangs ready to breach his skin. "Who's the victim now, bitch?"

Her face contorted into a look of rage before she lunged at him, her movements too fast for his. She tore into his neck, tasting his alcohol-fettered blood pour down her throat. He flailed and screamed as he was drained but his cries for help fell on deaf ears.

She drank greedily, reveling in the fading life of the man clamped by her teeth. She felt a hand on her waist, then another mouth clamped onto the neck next to hers. The life rushed out of the would-be rapist twice as fast and when his heart beat that last pump, Detta and Marko simultaneously released their bite. They had fed together, a symbol of vampiric love and the undead version of foreplay. Before either could raise their heads from the corpse, Marko's mouth latched onto Detta's, kissing her deeply, savoring the taste of blood in her mouth. Growls rumbled in his throat, the animal in him dominant. They were still both animals, their fangs still drawn, their faces transformed.

Marko's mouth slid down her neck, removing all traces of that man's blood. He found the gash on her breast, still oozing blood purely by Detta's will to have Marko drink from it, not having it close a moment sooner. His tongue ran the length of the wound, burrowing deep into its core. Then he bit, hard and deep, into her breast, taking blood from her that the wound wasn't giving him.

She howled in ecstasy, her roars of pleasure echoing down the alley much like the men's screams of death did. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and lifted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He backed her against the wall, throwing her into it with such force that it would have broken a human's back but it only made Detta tear at his skin as Marko drank deeper from her breast. His handle fumbled its way under her dress until it found her panties, ripping them off and tossing them to the side, leaving her exposed to his want.

He looked up at her as he unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his knees. He licked her lips for her before diving into her mouth again, taking her breath away if she even had it. With their mouths together, he positioned himself and lunged into her, thrusting as deeply as he could go. Detta threw her head back in a fit of passion, her vampire lover tearing her apart from the inside. She called out for it, begging for him to go harder.

"Make me bleed and lick my wounds," she said, whispering hoarsely into his ear.

And he obeyed. The bare skin of her back rubbed against the brick, shredding her shoulder blades. Her blood was starting to smear itself on her body. With each wail she let loose, Marko thrust harder, his moans and yells echoing back to Detta, feeding their vicious fucking cycle. He came in her, forcing his life into her and she fought back, her own pulsating orgasm making him quiver. But there would be no children borne of this moment, nor any other. It was a blessing and a burden to Detta. Like most women she had hoped for children at some point but it was a sacrifice she made in order to protect herself. A small price to pay.

Marko let her down from his grip, his first gentle movement since arriving on the scene. He caressed her body, running his fingers along the now rapidly healing cut on her breast. She placed a hand on his cheek and smiled.

"Your timing is spot on."

"I told you they'd take the bait."

"A defenseless girl walking alone in an alley. Then my knight in shining armor swoops in to rescue me. Literally," she said smirking.

"You didn't need me. You could have handled these two."

"Damn right!" she said, playfully pushing his chest. "If you hadn't shown up, I wouldn't need to feed again. You stole my dinner, you hog!"

He smirked and kissed her, hitching up his pants before walking over to the bodies. "You know you enjoyed it. I didn't hear you complaining."

"Because I wasn't. As if I'd complain about that. Right!"

Marko let out a throaty laugh. "I thought so."

"So that burst…you know…would that happen every time we feed together?"

He looked up from his tidying and over at Detta. "Knowing us? Yes. We're connected, Detta. Something other than this vampire thing."

"I know."

"I just haven't figured it out yet. We just can't feed together like that around the boys. Not unless you'd like an audience."

A sly smile spread over Detta's face. "I just might."

"Ah, knowing them, they'd want to join. Face it, Detta. You're not difficult to look at and even though they're vampires, they are still guys."

"Ooo, jealous are we?"

Marko looked into her eyes. "Yes."

She shrugged. "At least you're honest." Detta watched as Marko gathered the bodies to clear the alley, waiting a few minutes before speaking again. "Marko…would it be the same if I fed with someone else? One of the other boys, one I'm not attached to?"

Marko looked at her, a face full of disgust that dropped quickly to a softer image, realizing that she was genuinely asking a question. "Would you let Paul do down on you?" Detta's words stuck in her throat, not knowing what to say. "Would you go down on Dwayne?"

"Of course not!" she finally sputtered.

He gave her an endearing smile. "Then you wouldn't feed with them either. Hunting with them is one thing but feeding like we did, no. It's vampire cheating."

"I would never—"

"I know. You were just asking. Just so you know, I still have unanswered questions."

Detta raised an eyebrow. "Lovely. I guess there isn't a manual somewhere, huh?"

Marko laughed, carrying one body over his shoulder, the other dragging behind him. "Go hunt. You're still hungry." She smiled at him. "I need to get rid of these. At the top of our 'to do' list is teach you how to fly so you can clean off your own plate. I'll meet you by my bike at the carousel. We can head back when we're done."

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