Nathaniel awoke to Kasie's face staring at him fixedly.
"What are you looking at?"
Kasie cocked her head to the side and shrugged. "You looked like you were dead. It was very peculiar so I decided to watch you for a spell."
"What time is it?"
Kasie looked at the alarms clock on the bed. "About 8:49, so it's been night for about 5 minutes if memory serves right."
"Pretty much, how did you know that? There are no windows around here, and I locked the door."
Kasie sat back and crossed her legs. "I read a lot, mostly factual things, one of them being almanacs and such. They're easy to memorize."
"You are one odd human. Now scatter, I need to get dressed and prepare for the night."
"Scatter? Where, exactly?" Her tone calling him an idiot.
"Just turn around then. I figured since you are so shy I wouldn't subject you to having to gaze upon my body. I'm not keen on bedding another woman just yet." His tone said otherwise about his plans, it practically invited her to jump him right there, halfway out of his coffin.
"Hmph, it's not like I want to see, let alone be in bed with one like you." She seethed as she turned away. She stared angrily at the wall, wishing she could blow things up with her mind, or set things on fire, anything to vent her irritation and anger.
He just chuckled as he turned his own back to her and began undressing. He then picked out a dark brown leather jacket to wear over a regular medium gray t-shirt, and loose, but form accentuating black jean pants.
He turned around and looked over the backside of the purple haired upstart before him. She looked younger than her 18 years, but acted far older. He couldn't resist having some fun with her. He silently slid up behind her and quickly wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up without any real effort. He then carried her over to the bed and threw her down onto it, with just enough force to cause a few bounces of her taunt little stunned body. He didn't give her even a second to orient herself before he was upon her, flipping her on her back and wrenching both of her hands up over her head and holding them there.
"Mmm, I could just eat you right up, or more." His voice drifted into her ears like precious black velvet. She was too late to turn away, his eyes held hers and she was his. He lowered himself until his nose was touching hers, a smirk on his lips.
She looked scared at first, but once he glamoured her, she just looked obedient. He removed her pants slowly kissing her legs as he went.
He broke the glamour and she jerked in surprise at his closeness. She was towered over by all 6 feet, 2 inches of this fiercely handsome vampire. He was startled to see a hint of lust in her eyes as she looked at him before it was replaced with fury.
"Get the fuck off of me!" Her words came low and dripping with lividity and a twinge of fear.
"I don't want to, besides for a moment you seemed to like it. How about I give you a taste of what my thousand and a half years have taught me." He brought his lips toward her, but she turned away, as he had expected, and he was upon her neck, nipping lightly, not drawing even an iota of blood. Before she could stop it, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She gasped and tried to pull away, but, of course, she failed, except to pull the shirt tight over her chest, and moving so that it showed off her well defined figure.
"Oh, now that is unexpected. You liked that. How about this?"
Without pause he forced her to look at him and gently pressed his lips against her. It surprised her how gentle he could be, she felt more of her walls and defenses falling into ruin. When his tongue slide across her lips asking for entrance she granted it, even meeting it with her own. The two tongues entered a daring dance to decide who would win and take charge of this situation quickly spiraling out of control.
Nathaniel pulled away and smirked when she whined in protest before she sucked in a deep breath.
"Please, stop." Her eyes pleaded with him, asking for mercy, but unfortunately for her, he had none. He knew she wanted this deep down, but just wouldn't allow herself the pleasure. She only *asked* him to stop because she lacked the conviction to actually get away. He's encountered her type before. They usually ended up his most enthusiastic lovers.
His right hand released her face and instead traveled down to her thighs, he rubbed and kneaded them, pleasing her in more ways than one. Then he grabbed a hold of her right one and slowly started inching his way up. He felt his hand glide over raised scars and his face stayed a mask of mischief. Inside he wondered at what had caused her to do such a thing to such a beautiful and perfectly proportioned body. It prompted him to wonder whether her cutting and the weird thing in her mind that seemed to be trying to swallow her were connected.
His hand was only an inch away from that most private spot on her body.
"Wait! Not there, no, not so soon, I can't." She almost looked on the verge of tears. That surprised him, but he didn't let it show on his face. He wondered if it lay in a devotion to some level of virtue, or something else.
He politely pulled his hand away, and slid his right arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer. Then started sliding the shirt covering her torso up and up. All the while his fingertips trailed softly against her skin cause gooseflesh to break out all over her abdomen where he touched, as well as the area around. Another soft, high pitched moan slipped through her lips. In response he slid his left hand up her chest to grab hold of her right breast. She had no hope of suppressing the moan that ripped from her throat. Before she knew what had happened the shirt that had been covering her was gone, flung across the room, and she was pinned down once again.
She looked around startled and terrified. No one had ever touched her there, not even-...him. She pulled her mind back to the present. She had to stop this before things got out of hand.
"Nathaniel."
"Mmm, yes lovely?"
"Please, stop, I don't want this, please let me go." She put as much emotion into her words as possible in the hopes of persuading him.
He looked at her for a moment, and then he was off of her and holding the lost shirt out to her. She grabbed it and threw it on. It covered to about midthigh. She felt instantly better, but her heart was still hammering in her chest.
"Well, I'm off to work. I will come and get you when your friends arrive at BloodBar. They were very worried about you. Scared I might do something uncouth to you." He chuckled to himself. "They have no idea. You are lucky I am in a good mood, and that was far from uncouth."
"Don't ever do that again!" He turned to look at her startled at how scared and hurt she sounded.
"Did you miss yourself moaning, multiple times? I know I didn't."
"Shut up. It's my limbo thing or whatever, it wasn't me in the slightest, it was your damn blood fucking me up."
"Libido. And that was hardly just my blood. I saw lust in your eyes long before you took in my blood."
"Well you're wrong. I don't want you, or any man...or woman!" She turned quickly away, crossing her arm and huffing out her breath angrily.
Nathaniel was amazed at how much amusement he could get out of this feisty little human. After a moment weighing the pros and cons he decided to go for another round.
Kasie was about to turn around and yell at him when suddenly she was up against the wall, softly pinned there, but pinned none the less. She looked into the cold blue eyes of this sadistic vampire terrified.
"Put. Me. Down. Now!" She did her best to prevent her voice from trembling, but only moderately succeeded.
"I don't want to, I like you like this. You're controlled, pinned, helpless." He smiled with wicked deviance. Kasie felt a chill race up her spine.
"Plea-"
"Hush, now listen and obey or you will never leave this place." He punctuated with a growl. She could only nod solemnly.
"Put your arms around my shoulders and hold on tight, don't you dare let go, or else." Once again all she could muster was a resigned nod of defeat.
She tried to grip around his shoulders but they were far too wide for her small, short arms, so she crossed them and gripped tightly to his shirt.
Nathaniel lowered his left hand until it rested under the purple haired child's bottom, which she squeaked in protest at, before a glare from those ice cold eyes silenced her.
"If it makes it easier you can just bury your face in my neck, so you don't strain your arms, besides I have you mostly supported with this hand." He wiggled his left hand to indicate which and she squeaked in surprise. He just chuckled, since the sound only lasted a millisecond or so.
His right hand rested against her hip for a moment before sliding under her shirt and traveling up until it reached her left breast, and he began gently squeezing, tugging, and kneading her breast until her nipples hardened like clay in the hot sun. With deft hands of experience he began teasing and tweaking her super sensitive little rose petal sized areola and the tiny bud it surrounded.
A moan welled through her small body, showing Nathaniel the effect he was having on his prey. He was starting to become satisfied, but was no where near finished.
His left hand began inching toward the spot she guarded most. In a moment his left fingers were rubbing against her igniting even more fire within her already too tightly coiled core. Without really thinking about it he stripped the shorts and underwear away in one fast fluid motion. He pulled her to him until her legs were forced to spread and she was exposed to him. He looked down, wondering if she would be truely blonde, and found she was hairless. He was so shocked he almost released her.
"Hmm, now I'm beginning to doubt you really are a virgin with a hairless twat like that." (A/N: He may be a bit of a dick and a pervert, but he didn't *look* at her when she was naked when he was taking care of her wounds, he concentrated on the wounds and healing/saving her.)
"I've never had any down there, or under my arms either. And even if it had been shaved or waxed that has no hold over my virginal status."
He kept this chuckle inside, amazed at how easy it was to push her past her previous boundary.
He removed his right hand from her breast and put it up between her shoulder blades as her pulled her from the wall and laid her on the bed. She didn't let go of him. She really was obedient, at least when it counted. This was going to be a LOT of fun.
He pulled her to him so that her bottom rested against the edge of the bed, then he lowered himself until he was facing the hairless lips covering her most sensitive and private spot. He licked his forefinger and thumb and began to rub her clit with just enough pressure to make her tremble in pleasure. Once he got her close to an orgasm he stopped pulling away.
He saw her eyes shoot open and watched her sit up and pout at him. He loved how she had only hours before been screaming that she hated him. Like all those before she was putty in his hands with the smallest of efforts. Her pout deepened and he decided to test her resolve, he lowered his mouth to the place his fingers had abandoned, while she watched him wide-eyed he began to lick her clit and tease it with his tongue. She moaned loud and long, and without a moment s hesitation his fangs erupted and he sank them into the lip to his right and began lapping up her blood as it pooled out. He savored the rich, pleasant, and blissful taste of her virgin blood, only there was something else and he couldn't figure out what, but it made her taste better than any person he'd ever had, whether human, vampire, virgin or not, or any otherworldly creature, or mixed blood (otherworldies and human), or mutts (multiple otherworldies).
"Ouch, that hurt."
"But it feels good as well." A knowing smile played across his lips.
"Yeah, kind of, but don't do it again, whatever you did." She had no idea that she, the vampire hater, had just been bitten, and it thrilled Nathaniel.
He worked her over until once again she was just about to release an orgasm, and his tongue was gone. A frustrated sigh flew from Kasie's mouth. Nathaniel smiled. He began trailing his right index finger from between her breasts to her clit, and then he began to slide it into Kasie's super tight hole she cried out and scurried away. She grasped sheets and pulled them to her and huddle on the other side of the bed.
"What's wrong?" He looked at her with an arched ginger eyebrow.
"I...well...that...I don't want that, not there. I hear it hurts and I don't like pain I don't control."
"It looked to me like you were enjoying yourself. You are not acting like one so adverse to these things, so why have you denied yourself for so long?"
"I-...I told you, I don't like pain I'm not in control of."
"Well you can keep control, just be 'on top' or something."
"Well, there's the pain and the fact that no sane man would want a freak like me." Kasie couldn't stop the words as the long denied confession spilled from her lips. "I tried once, but before I even had my shirt off he was running from the cuts and scars on my arms. Then, well the one after was worse, but in a different way. So, after all that, I just gave up on it. How can someone not be disgusted by these scars, and I'm so mean and snarky, and I have the worst temper."
Nathaniel listened thoughtfully. He had never before wanted so badly to lay with another, let alone a human. He mused at why as she awaited his reply. She was altogether different, she wasn't like the drooling fangbangers who wanted him because he was a vampire. She was also different from any vampire he had met. She seemed to hate all vampires with a passion, but she had submitted to him, but only after some unfair persuasion.
"The pain is short, and not as bad as everyone says. I don't see the problem with what you humans call physical imperfections. In my time scars were a source of pride, but they tended to be from battle. I actually like how much of a spitfire you are, keeps things fresh."
Kasie looked away, ashamed of her inability to shut her mouth. She hadn't told anyone these things. She wanted to curse and scream and run, but she had no chance against the might and speed of a vampire. She sat there remembering the face of that boy who was disgusted by her scars and had yelled at her to put her sweater back on, that they were gross and ugly, and then he had said that it was over and kicked her out of his house. She remembered the three hour walk home, battling the urge to fling herself over a bridge, or to hop in front of a fast moving car.
"I just can't." She closed her eyes to hold back the tears threatening to burst through. She was not about to let him see her as any weaker.
"What holds you back? I don't find your scars disturbing or any of that. They actually accentuate your porcelain skin. I think they are a nice contrast." He couldn't understand why he was trying so hard for some human.
"Th-"
She was interrupted by the ring of a phone. Nathaniel was up and answering his sleek, red, expensive-looking cellphone. "It's Nathaniel."
"Is Kasie there, it's Devun. We're at BloodBar. Tell her we aren't going to bring her back to the hotel. We're all packed up, and we got her clothes together too. We're heading home right away."
Kasie stared at the door for a moment unable to understand why her heart was sinking at the thought of going home.
"Be there in a few." Nathaniel hung up and turned to her. Kasie turned her attention back to Nathaniel who was now holding out her discarded clothing. She took them with a nod and got dressed.
She walked over to the door. Without thinking about it she turned back to stare at Nathaniel. For some reason his eyes almost looked sad, but she must be imagining things, he's just a horny vampire and she was just another conquest. He quickly led her out of the house and once they were outside he ushered her into a bright red Corvette. She settled comfortably into the wonderfully comfortable seat. It was a short time and she was back at that bar where all this insanity had begun. In a moment she was out and enveloped into the loving arms of her sister and her sister's friends, all of whom she thought of as her children. They spoke words of missing her and questioned what happened and such. She gave simple, non detailed answers until they finally relaxed and began tugging her to her car.
She was about to just leave, but something forced her to turn back. She saw Nathaniel standing there alone and watching her leave. She knew she should be nothing but angry at him, but he had done a lot for her and her father had raised her to be a good person, and polite as well.
"Goodbye. Thank you, for everything...well almost everything."