Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd:
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
Treacherous Passion- Chapter Eight
Albelle let out an inward groan of frustration, criticism for that vampire who might kill her in just a single second stuck at the tip of her tongue. She had never been more enthralled than this before, as she took in the man standing in front of her, and sucked in a breath.
Seth was in a crisp white shirt and loose pants, looking as casual as possible, but she knew under the false facade, he was armed and looked good enough to eat.
Albelle shuddered and tried not to think about it. He slowly walked towards her, a smile in place that could seduce even the most cold-hearted person. She focused on his face, trying not to look at the wide expanse of chest that had shown from the few unbuttoned buttons.
She felt something pooled low in her managed to school her face to utter blankness, Albelle almost moved a step back, feeling the coolness of his vampire's body, standing close enough that she felt his chest brushed her breasts.
He watched, amuse that she did not try to escape. Slowly, he taunted her. Easing his hands to gently grasp her upper arms, he felt a smile tugging at his lips, as a trickle of fear pooled into her eyes, her lips slightly apart.
He bends low, his lips aiming for her ears. As a cold breath blow at her ears, Albelle breath hitched.
" What are you doing?"
Her eyes were frantic, searching for an escape route, which in this case, none. He smiled genuinely, and she felt almost blinded by it. He looked so beautiful while smiling, his eyes laughing and lips pulling to show off those white sparkling teeth.
For a moment, she felt her act slipping, her own mouth struggled to smile back, and she wanted to arch her back, filling into his embrace. He answered just then.
" Hmm…." He bit gently on her earlobe, loving at the slight barely covered sigh of pleasure from her. This is what it called the sudden abandonment of common senses.
She moaned at the pleasure, her arms automatically curled around his waist. His arms tighten possessively, and laid a kiss at her lips. Her lips were soft and sweet, tugged with the faint smell of blood.
He sucked gently on her lower lip, having the pleasure of hearing her groan. Albelle startled herself by kissing back with sheer wanton need.
He started sliding his hands up the piece of cloth she called 'shirt', that was tempting him right from he first saw her. He tentatively brushed the underside of her bra. Mayhap that was what awaken her from unclear slumber, her hands slipped away and started pushing him away. He did not without so much of a word. But she said something that spites him.
"This is wrong, we shouldn't have done it."
Her voice was startlingly loud in the dead quiet room, where the prisoners held their tongues and not breathe a word. She muttered again, as if convincing herself that this was wrong.
But Seth wasn't going to let her have it her way.
" You thought wrong, wolf,"
He lean in again, and spoke softly into her ear, " I'll get you back for it."
My eyes are now on you, and I know you love it too." She trembled slightly as she felt Seth's throbbing erection against her very heated core. And then, in a blink he was gone.
Everything is in a mess now. She was getting attracted to the man that would kill her as easy as you crush ants, and had kissed him back.
As she was being lead back into the room she had awakened from, after a meal of warm flesh, she realized she must escape. Walking through the hallways, she walked slower, holding her breath.
This wasn't easy at all. Guessing now was the time, she attacked the human woman who was leading her back, grabbing her by the throat and driving her head through the wall, strong enough that it cracked and warm blood flowed out.
She eyed the bunch of sliver keys that were hanging out from her pocket. Kicking the unconscious woman at the ribs, making sure she is totally knock out. She glanced around, snatched up the keys and ran.
Keeping her steps light and faint, she rushed through rooms after rooms, hoping to see some staircase or sort. Winding at a short turn, she came across an open foyer.
She heard a few short curses as guards in red and black uniform came with hounds, sniffing at the air and patrolling for potential that the guards might have found the unconscious human, she took a deep breath and stepped out.
The guards jumped at her, swinging the chains that were holding the hounds loose, letting free all of them. The hounds immediately attacked her, their barks echoing around the spacious room.
She should back away, should have find a weapon before showing herself, but the kiss had made her dizzy and her mind fuzzy. She couldn't think, and it already took all her control to not jump on Seth and shower him with desperate kisses.
She felt her flesh tore, as blood spilled freely, staining the well-polished floor, her body soon tackled by tons of guards. But it didn't last. Something diverted their attention, something dark and furry.
She sat up, hoping to crawl away. Her body was still too weak to shift. She slowly opened her eyes. And blinked twice. All she notices was big groups of werewolves shoving the vampire guards to their asses. At first, she was befuddled. She didn't understand who they are, why they are-Hold on, on second look, all of them have the same mark on their tails.
Claws mark that is the trademark…of Albelle's own Pack. Her Pack was called One Clawed Tail, and any other werewolves or shapeshifters that attacked them would suffer from the whole Pack wrath. She watched half- shocked and half-confused. What was her pack doing here?
Author's Confessions:
A hello! It really seemed a long time before i finally update. Of course, to all those wonderful readers and reviewers out there, a huge thank you! Btw, thanks for the reviews, for i doubt i will continue without encouragements.
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee
William Shakespeare
