I decided to change the pairing; I don't particularly enjoy Butch/Kaoru pairings and shall do them third, then the OC/Sayuri pairing, or in this case the purple couple, last. I really enjoy Boomer as a character and his development throughout the series. He's so sweet and naïve, but obviously not in this fanfic. So I shall commence with the next chapter of my story, and hope you all enjoy. Oh and Hypocritically Her, I thank you for your suggestions, and I will think about how to add that in the story, without compromising either of our visions for the direction of this story. It is important to value readers' thoughts and opinions, but not lose sight of yourself as a writer. However if I do not use your suggestions this time, I will dedicate a story of your ideas to you, but the girls will not grow younger in the machine, they become more in tune to their white auras, and get a little older, I cannot in good conscience write a fic with five years old seductresses. There will be wings.

GoldenAngel001

Chapter 2: Ice

Italics are thoughts.

Normal POV

A spell of night washed over the land, covering Tokyo City with an ebony blanket, with holes bleeding pale white light in the darkness. A dim yellow essence flowed from a room housing a flaxen haired beauty sketching her heart out. Her aquamarine eyes scanned over her work with scrutiny, causing her to go back and erase lines that weren't quite right, making them sharper and more fitting, depicting one of the many pictures that seemed to plague her mind as she slept lately.

A harsh downward stroke scratched along the surface of the paper, forming the figures torso. Precisely rounded strokes depicted its intense eyes and chiseled features that formed a maniacal smirk. She drew the mist of cold air around the fists and fingertips, ice spraying onto the ground in jagged spikes of crystal jutted upwards like the crooked teeth of a creature most foul.

Adding in the details proved slightly difficult, as they added a dark edge to her art, giving it an aura of malevolence, with shadows covering half the figures face; which somehow made the visible features stand out in her mind. Her nimble fingers were almost done, as she added a telltale symbol to the jacket the draped over the person's powerful biceps and chest. All that was left was the color.

She filled in the blonde fringes of his shaggy hair, the blue and black of his clothing, and paleness of his complexion. His eyes were the hardest, a nearly impossible shade of blue blended with charcoal grey flecks and ebony swirls, making them so dark, only a hint of blue showed through. They were as cold as the ice he was shooting from his palms, staring directly at her as if this drawing were alive, his heart beating and breathing steady. He was finished, her crystal orbs landing on his handsome face. She gasped her mouth sagging wide open in shock and disbelief. It can't be.

Boomer looked at her from his spot on the easel, his expression hard, shaking her to her core. He looked at her, with lust in his cool gaze, a gaze that froze her blood in its veins. But Boomer wasn't that old, or that good looking. He couldn't make ice in his hands, and he never looked that deadly and lustful. The picture in front of her couldn't be the navy clad Rowdyruff Boy. This boy was imposing, scary, and above all…evil. The Boomer she knew was an annoying brat with horrible manners and such disgusting tendencies they made her cringe.

It was simple, this boy…no man, wasn't Boomer; he was a haunting angel, a beautiful nightmare, all that the twelve year old would never be. Miyako flipped the pages of her giant sketch book back to the cover, trying to dismiss the vision of her creation from her thoughts as she turned off her bed room light. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, the man forcing his way back into her dreams, and through her window, his ice blue eyes glowing in the dark.

"Soon……"

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The sun's weak rays tickled her awake as it sat in the center of the grey winter sky, signaling that she had slept past noon, officially starting her Christmas break by napping into the afternoon without a care in the world. Miyako stretched, then proceeded to rub the sleep from her eyes. Golden strands were pulled from the pig-tails, curling in wisps around her heart shaped face and neck. Throwing back the covers she emerged from the cocoon of sapphire sheets, the blue puff striding to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Staring into the reflecting pool, Miyako began her morning routine. She stripped off her gown, while run filling the tub with bath water. The foam from her favorite scented bubble bath caressed her bare body, rinsing the dirt from her and filling her nostrils with an aroma of bananas and vanilla. She smiled, the warm water pooling into sore cervices that she irritated while she tossed in her bed. That restlessness made her feel like she hadn't gotten even a wink of sleep, and a hot bath would do her good.

The smile faded, a frown forming over it, as she recalled the events from her dream. The man of ice visited her again last night, his cold fingers sliding up and down her stomach, legs and chest. She squeezed some shampoo into her hand, lathering it into her roots. His freezing kisses trailed up and down her neck, chilling her insides. He hugged her in what was supposed to be a warm lover's embrace, but instead all she felt was the frigidness of his skin, sucking the heat from her own body. She rinsed out the shampoo, replacing it with conditioner.

Why was he so cold? She shivered despite how hot the water was and Miyako continued to reminisce about his chilling touches, his cold, deep, huffy breaths, and the cool fingertips running over the small of her back and neck before… before. She became a statue as she removed the conditioner from her fair locks, the water repeatedly pounding on her skull, eyes closed in remembrance.

Red seeped in her vision in spatters, the substance sticking to the wall in droplets. Her blood sprayed everywhere, coating her sheets a sickly purple color. Miyako screamed, begging for him to keep going, for him to drain her of her life's force.

"Of course, Cheri." He purred sensually in her ear, influencing the hair on her neck to stand on end. He bit her once more, those freezing hands on her breasts contrasting with her heated blood sliding down her collar bone. She felt his groin against her back, pressing harder and harder with each loving pull of her erect nipples.

Moans escaped her soft lips, as she guided his hands down to her sacred place. Miyako felt the cool hand rub against her, pulling softly on the blonde hairs covering the space. She tensed in pleasure, feeling the wetness of his tongue overtaking the crimson liquid drying on her skin. He sucked it off, leaving red marks behind on every part of her touched, his blonde mane teasing her with little tickles as he moved his head to find more blood.

His fingers were still at work, leaving the patch of gold alone and going for the prize. Her core was wet and sopping, waiting for him, waiting for his entry. The cold digits worked their way into the hot space, the difference in temperature pleasuring her with its sharpness.

"Faster." He complied, speeding up his pace.

"Harder." He thrust in deeper, adding one more finger to the inside, turning two into three. He began to grind his groin on her bottom in want. He moved faster and faster, her moans growing louder and more heated, becoming gasps and groans. He added another finger, before thrusting as deep as he could, sending her body into trembling ecstasy, while plunging his fangs into her neck one last time and sucking the blood up, creating two rising welts and a deep purple hickey.

Her nude figure laid against his clothed one, as her stroked her curls. Sighing in content, she uttered on last sigh before falling in darkness.

"Boomer."

"Soon….."

Miyako jolted, removing herself from underneath the running faucet of her bathtub. She pulled the plug, letting the soapy water out. Wrapping her body in a towel, she made her way to the sink, brushing her teeth and washing her face. She walked to her room, lotion in hand, finding herself replaying her thoughts from last night. That can't be Boomer, it just can't be, it's impossible. Smoothing the banana cream over her legs, she forced the thoughts out of her head, trying to look forward to an evening at the mall with two other members of the PPGZ. She, Kaoru, and Sayuri were supposed to meet up at one of the malls in Tokyo City and just have fun.

Slowly, Miyako decided on what to wear, the dream forgotten for now. She settled on an ivory cashmere sweater, with a light blue wool, winter skirt. She combed her hair into her usual hair style, opting for a Tsunade look, the twin ponytails were set low on her hear, twisting and curling loosely, landing below her shoulder blades.

She pulled one her brown boots, the heels giving her three more inches in height, ready to leave. Writing her grandmother a note, Miyako walked out the door into the blistering winter… it didn't seem so cold anymore.

XXX

A pair of green eyes glazed over becoming a dull jade staring lifelessly at their attacker. Scarlet blood shone with a dark gleam, all over the grey wall behind its previous home, running down to the ground below, pooling under a pale, motionless body. Midnight blue eyes smiled in sadistic glee, holding a heart in his hand. He gazed at it, the red liquid free falling over the white skin of his arm, before he crushed it in his grasp.

Red chunks dropped from Boomer's enclosed fist making a pile near his feet, his nails still ripping into the muscle left in his palm. He slowly opened his fingers, placing the flesh into his mouth, and swallowing it whole. He lifted the fingers to his lips, putting them in his mouth one at a time, sucking off all the darkening blood.

Walking towards the body, the blue ruff tucked a stray hair behind the corpse's ear, remembering all that happened up to this point. She was quite the looker, but then again so was he. Humans were all so easy to figure out, what with their desires placed on their sleeves, and it was easy to tell that this little bimbo right here thought he would give her a good time when he flashed a trademarked and patented smile. She rubbed herself against him, her breath rancid with tobacco, telling him she give him anything he wanted… for a price. The other prostitutes cheered her on, as they walked into a building behind them.

That smile always worked, especially on these desperate women that sold their bodies for some a few bills. No one would ever guess that he was a blood thirsty killer, not with a smile of such innocence, and they sure as hell wouldn't know he was plotting to kill them as soon as they took their next breath.

He wasn't always this way. Before his father enhanced him, he was an idiot, the very equivalent of a dumb blonde. He was always the one to give away their position when they decided to steal something; he was always the one to get punched in the arm for saying something so stupid he deserved to get socked for. But no more, thanks to his 'mama, Boomer was now capable of having a coherent thought, creating a flirty façade that any girl would fall for, even his beloved Bubbles. He was a dangerous, sexy, vampire-esque creature stopping at nothing devour his next meal.

Vaguely registering the name of the whore house, Kaze, her whore nickname, (probably because she was suppose to caress you in the right places like the breeze did), led him to what must have been her own soundproof room for having her way with clients. It was a pale grey, with silver wisps that were trying to represent the wind, with a huge queen size bed. The silk sheets were smooth, providing the most comfortable sex experience.

She was lying there, clad in only a white, heavily embroidered with silver pair of boy shorts and a bra. She crawled toward him, her sad attempt at being sexy, in a come-hither way. It was pathetic really, the way she threw herself at him, she was beautiful enough to model, but decided to fuck around and make money. People like this, this… Kaze, the sarcasm dripped from his thoughts, deserved to die in his opinion.

Boomer scoffed so only he could hear, before humoring her, striding over and laying himself on top of her. Kaze squealing in happiness, she must have thought he was a blonde Adonis or something that would rock her world. He let her think that, while he kissed her, then snapped that pretty little neck of hers like a twig.

Boomer grinned madly, remembering what happened next, giving himself goose bumps of pleasure. She was so easy to take advantage of, her body so easy to crumple and destroy, it gave him joy to think about.

Smirking, he bit into her neck, only to recoil and the stench of her blood. God what in the hell did she do to make her blood so disgusting. He hesitantly ran his tongue up her neck, surprised it tasted so good with the way it smelled. Fangs dipped back into her again, blackened blood spurting out and down his throat. He drank and drank with the sick sounds of his slurping echoing throughout the grey colored room.

She was bone dry, only remnants of her life's blood remained in her which Boomer couldn't get to unless he tore Kaze's body to pieces, an action with which he had no problem with. Pulling the arms from her body, he tossed them aside, sprinkling the grey wall with the remaining blood that was inside the severed appendages.

He sucked what he could from the sheets and stubs, tearing at the veins and arteries, eating them, getting the all the crimson life he could. Boomer was in on cloud nine, lapping at the red milk like a kitten. She really was better than she smelled, it was enough to make him forget all about the displeasing aroma and get caught up in the moment of simply going out and dinning. His teeth scraped against her protruding bones, as he tried so hard to get some of the oh-so-precious liquid still trapped within the body. Kaze was delectable, a rare delicacy that misrepresented herself as something atrocious with her cigarette smell.

Suddenly Boomer stopped, hearing muffled voices behind the door, knowing his fun would soon be cut short. Growling out in frustration, she tore his hand through her chest, taking her heart out in one foul swoop. He stared at the beating organ, a sick and twisted sneer on his seemingly angelic face.

Boomer calmly walked out from the room, confident that no one would recall the handsome blonde going into the 'Grey Room' with the Kaze, the slut goddess of wind. Those whores were so high, he didn't think that they'd know their own names if the police asked them. These humans, his prey, weren't a challenge at all, he had them pegged. They weren't even that important, they were just a food source to him and his brothers.

His eyes widened, he had forgotten he had come here with his two brothers Butch and Blaze. Blue narrowed into slits, as he wondered if they had their fun interrupted too, and which elemental bimbo they decided to fuck up and have bleed to death in their mouths. (A.N. I will give details on Butch's and Blaze's situations in their respective chapters, and which girl they decided to go with.) It really didn't matter; Boomer had more important things to do besides worry about his siblings. It was once again time to pay a certain blonde Powerpuff a visit.

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Miyako returned to home as flustered as ever. How in the hell had she forgotten the most important thing when going on a shopping spree? She took her out her keys, unlocking the door to her stately mansion home. She walked through the kitchen, and saw a note from her grandma. Her elder knew she had gone shopping, and also decided to go out and visit a friend. The older woman would return tomorrow. If she had looked closer, she would have found it wasn't her grandmother's handwriting at all.

She sighed, crumbled the note with her bare hands, continuing her journey up the stairs to get her wallet. Honestly, who ever heard of shopping without any money or at the very least a credit card? Sometimes, I wonder where my head is. She found her room easily enough, went in and grabbed the blue kitty wallet from her dresser.

As she trudged back down the stairs she heard noises coming from somewhere below her. It couldn't have been her grandma, she was gone until the next day, so who else could be here with her. She froze when she faintly heard the front door open.

Shakily, Miyako reassured herself that she, in one of her spells of ditziness left the door unlocked letting the winter winds blow it open with no struggle. Slapping a hand to her forehead she realized that's what more than likely happened, scolding herself for being paranoid. However the feeling of dread stayed in the pit of her stomach, growing as she reached the bottom of the staircase.

Caution guided her movements, as she made her way back through the kitchen to the front door. Really, there was no need for this fright she tried to tell herself, but deep down she knew sometime big was going to blow up in her face like it always did. Turning her head, Miyako saw nothing on either side of her. Annoyance replaced her fear, and she reached out, grasping the knob in her hand.

She was about to turn the knob and return to walking to the mall, when she felt she couldn't move once more. She heard someone breathing steadily behind her, making the fear embrace her again, as she spun her head around, finding herself looking straight into the eyes from of her drawing.

Those deep navy orbs bore down into her own lustfully, hypnotizing her with their swirling flecks of black and grey. Her drawing hadn't done his eyes any justice, even though she was confident in her own skills as an artist. They were cold as ice, yet brimming with emotion at the same time. She could feel his desire, his want, just by looking into them. She could also feel the darkness of his cold aura, and it was making her shake and tremble in the spot she stood in.

"Hi Bubbles… I haven't seen you in awhile. How's it been?" He smirked, and she knew who he was all too well. She had dismissed the possibility of him being the man in her haunting her in her sleep, but here he is proving that in fact he is the terrifying and beautiful man. Yet even with knowing this, Miyako still couldn't keep the shock from her voice.

"Boomer!" He smirked wider, nodding his head.

"It's me Bubbles. I'm different and better now… Do you like what you see?"

As much as she wanted to yell at him for being so damn cocky and say 'NO,' she found the words being forced down her throat. Boomer was eerily good-looking. She could see the muscles rippling under his blue shirt, as it clung to him tightly. His deep midnight blue orbs were mysterious and frightening, which drew you closer to him. His golden mane was spiked in a bad boy way, falling to the nape of his neck. He was gorgeous and repelling all at once.

When she didn't respond he smiled, showing her his elongated canines, making her shake more. He could smell her fear radiating off her in waves. It aroused his and gave his ego a boost. The sapphire clad boy pinned her to the door, enjoying her quakes like an unusual massage, as they tickled his skin.

His eyes bore against into her, drinking in the curves of her body, watching in amusement as she tried not to look at him. Leaning into her neck, Boomer let his lips ghost over the curve of her collar bone, knowing it was sending even more shivers up and down her spine. He opened his mouth slightly, letting his fangs barely scrape over the shell of her ear; his breathe making weird tingles flow through her and resting in between her legs.

Her reaction made Boomer dawn his infamous grin, before he started to nibble on her earlobe. Miyako jumped at the sudden pressure, and finding herself in such a compromising position, she began to push him off her. Catching her wrist, he rubbed her hand up and down his powerful chest, liking the feeling of her hands on him.

She pulled her arm from his grasp, eyes wide and observant, searching for a way to flee from him. Miyako wasn't a fighter, she would rather run than fight anyone, she only did what she did because it was the right thing to do and Momoko was the leader. The redhead had such a fiery disposition on justice that she, being the coward she is, would never question her power and just went along with it. Kaoru and Sayuri just looked at it as a challenge, beating another villain to the dust. Those two just loved a good fight.

Right now she had never wanted anything more than to run and hide. Boomer had become something that she knew she couldn't beat, not anymore at least… her dreams had confirmed that little tidbit. Though he was close, all she felt was his cold gaze piercing her soul. Get Away. Get Away! GET THE FUCK AWAY!!! Miyako couldn't take it, she couldn't take his suffocating aura, she couldn't take the intensity of his gaze, and she really couldn't take how close he was and how hot he was making her feel. With new found strength, she pushed him from her, bolting up back up to the second floor.

"Bubbles! Where are you going, I mean there aren't any good places to hide sweetie, we're not outside!" Boomer's sing-song voice rippled down the corridors, chasing her through her own house. The mockery was evident, and would have been insulting if she hadn't been so scared and running for her life.

The cream colored walls sped past her in an ivory blur, before Miyako grabbed a protruding door, reeled her legs around and ran into the bathroom. The door locked with a loud click, making some of her fear dissipate. She was still shaking, and sat down in front of the door, her head buried in her knees, tears pouring from her topaz orbs.

Why was this happening to her, she was always a good, polite child who rarely ever caused her grandmother heartache? Why her of all people? Now some deranged man was stalking her in her own house, probably wanting to do God knows what to her. Damn fate, damn it all to hell. If she got out of this karma could kiss her fucking ass, good things happen to good people. Yeah right.

Drip

Drip

Drip

What in the world was that? Her gaze landed on the faucet, but no water fell from the nozzle. Shifting her attention to the shower, Miyako found the dripping was coming from behind the curtain, the shower. She got up carefully, walking over to the bath tub. Gripping the curtain slowly, irritation flooding through her as the dripping got louder and more frequent. Thrusting it back, she was prepared to twist the knob until it stopped, halting the infernal dripping.

What she was presented with was something that Miyako could have never readied herself for in all her life. The only person in the world that had taken care of her, loved her, cried with her was hung upside down, her frail back bent over the shower head, blood dripping from her fingertips. Her mouth and eyes were open wide, stuck in frozen horror, only giving Miyako some clues as to what happened to her. Her throat was slashed, covered in dry blood, while her abdomen was torn open, leaving her intestines to fall into the tub.

Her hands clasped onto her lips, muffling the cries of shock and anguish so Boomer wouldn't find her . No doubt was present in Miyako's mind as she blamed the Rowdyruff for this. He had become cruel, and likely enjoyed killing, his aura said as much. When her grandmother cried out in pain, he probably laughed and continued slashing into her body, shaping it in a macabre masterpiece.

Sickness settled in her stomach, the metallic scent overpowering the room, making her want to puke, but pure terror kept her from it. If Boomer heard her, she would be done for. Having no idea what could happen to her kept her silently crying in her bathroom. Miyako closed the curtain back, freeing herself from the grotesque image before her. She back into a corner, hoping she wouldn't be found.

Those hopes however, were cut short as she felt her blood run cold and her pulse quicken as a stab of anxiety ran through her. Her sensitive ears picked up the sound of footsteps prodding down the hallway, and Boomer calling her PPG name. She heard him ripping through the wooden barriers called doors, searching for her and getting closer to her hiding place. It was only a matter of time now, he would find her.

Her pulse had sped to unimaginable speeds, when she heard footsteps right outside the restroom. She gasped, and quickly pressed her hands closer to her mouth, praying he hadn't heard her. He was stronger now, maybe his senses were heightened too. Her outrageous pulse stopped all together as Boomer started to fumble with the door, the silver knob twisting and turning as he tried to force it open. Low whimpers escaped her lips, and the twisting stopped.

The blue puff sat, the silence deafening, quiet thanking the stars that evil incarnate had passed her by. Miyako huffed in relief, getting up and cautiously easing her way to the door. Thank god, maybe karma wasn't a cruel joke after all.

White spikes slammed through the wood, tearing it like paper, and fear sent Miyako careening back to the "safety" of her corner. She saw one of his midnight eyes peering at her, before she heard the coldest voice break away from him.

"I found you." The spikes made more cuts, before the door came free from its hinges, falling to the tiled floor with a loud thud. Boomer strode in, walking toward her, cold fire in his eyes, the icy spikes receding back into his hands. He crouched in front of Miyako's sobbing form, watching her suffer and smile on his face. Right now... karma can go fuck itself.

"Don't cry Bubbles, I'll make it all better." He stretched the last two words in a sickening way, causing her cringe. Suddenly white hot anger shot into her veins and screamed at him with all her power.

"WHY DID YOU KILL HER! WHY DID YOU KILL MY GRANDMOTHER!! SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO LOVED ME AND CARED FOR ME AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY! YOU ASSHOLE, YOU MONSTER GET AWAY!!! GET AWAY!!!!" She sobbed harder into her hands, and Boomer just stared at her in wonder and silent hurt.

"She's not the only one who loved you. I love, and I want you… and you will be mine." He hissed at her, anger lacing his speech, scaring her into submission. The tears still fell from her eyes but no sobs erupted from her lips. She was just there, not feeling, just listening.

"I love you more than anything, and will have you, whether you like it or not." He closed the gap between them, and whispered, " Understand!" Something clicked inside Miyako, making her angry. How dare he claim her as his own like she had no say. Fuck not fighting him, she was her own person and if there was thing she would fight for tooth and nail besides justice is her freedom and her right to chose who she was with.

Miyako slammed her PPG belt, transforming into Bubbles for the first time during this ordeal. She lashed out, attempting to pound in his face with her wand, and becoming enraged as he coolly stepped back, the smirk firmly in place. She swung harder and harder, not landing a single hit on him as he side stepped every blow. She used the bubble wand, desperate to capture him.

A white mist enshrouded his hands, before he shot icy shards from his fingers, popping all the bubbles she made and making her drop the wand from her hands as the struck her. Bubbles gasped and dove after it, or at least tried to. Boomer dropped to the ground, hands first, making the pillars from her drawing emerge from the floor to trap her feet.

Boomer disappeared in a flash of sapphire, and reappeared behind her as Bubbles fell into his lap, her bottom against his groin. A satisfied groan came from the pit of his stomach, and the baby blue puff tried to free herself from her shackles. The ice was numbing all feeling in her feet and ankles, as she pulled and clawed and the opal trappings. Chuckling he told her to stop, it was no use to try to get away.

Wrapping his arms around her slender waist he stopped Bubbles from struggling. He let his hands wonder over her bare abdomen and lifting up her shirt that ceased immediately below her supple breasts. Feeling the lace of her bra beneath his hands, Boomer familiarized himself with the size of her chest and the softness of her skin. He slipped his fingers under the silk fabric, and could feel her nipples harden as he exposed them to the world.

Boomer started to administer a sadistic massage, placing his head on her shoulder, looking on as he kneaded the soft flesh under of her breasts and pulled her nipples out with an agonizing twist. He kept going, pulling them out a little further each time and watched her face battle with desire and denial. Desire won out as Bubbles started to moan in pleasure, putting her hands on his helping them knead her own chest.

He smiled as her hand traveled to her nether regions, rubbing against them with halted movements over her miniskirt. He let his own hand travel down her torso, pressing it to her as he went, before joining hers. Boomer lifted her skirt, grabbing Bubbles wrist and forming her hand into a fist with the index finger pointing out. He pushed the hem of her underwear beside , and made her push her own finger into herself.

She cried out, as Boomer made her thrust in and out. Her cries turned into moans, uhs and ohs pleasing his ears. He removed her hand, replacing it with his own and letting the warm juices flow over his fingers. His claw-like nails tore against her walls, making blood pool in her core. She climaxed then, and he took his hand from her, crimson glistening. He could smell her then, cinnamon and banana, an unusual combination, before tasting it on his tongue.

His eyes widen, taking on an even darker, blood lusting hue before his fangs dove into her neck, nibbling at her flesh. Bubbles was moaning again, the tingling feeling rushing back to her twofold. Boomer bit into her neck again, more of her crimson life rushing out of the wound into his waiting mouth.

His hands were again at her breasts, twisting them in earnest, as she moaned louder. His claws ripped along her sides, as he repeatedly pressed is groin to her ass, faster and faster . He was lost in his action, pouring himself into them more and more, lost in her moans of rapture. Her taste was intoxicating, making him drunk with lust and fueled more into his thrusts and twists.

The fruity, cinnamon smell, wafted into Boomer's nose and drove him crazy. Ivory fangs sunk deeper into his beloved Bubbles, who had changed back into Miyako from blood loss, the glow surrounding her then fading into nothingness. She was fading in and out of her mind, unconsciousness ebbing at her vision. The more blood Boomer sucked the closer she came to fainting, and in one louder moan of Boomer's name she fell into blackness.

Boomer felt her go limp, and tore himself from her neck, lapping up the blood. He pulled her bra and shirt back into place, before gathering her in his arms and picking her up, removing the ice shackles by making them recede into his hands. He walked out from the bathroom, Miyako in his grasp, the blood trickling from her wounds, dripping down her leg and neck, staining her clothing.

Boomer watched her breathe, an expression of calm content on her angelic face. He chuckled, amazed at her simple beauty when she was asleep. He ran a lone finger over her lips, and planted a kiss on them and repeating his possessive words.

"Your mine Bubbles, …whether you like it or not," he smirked for the umpteenth time that day, "and from the looks of it you do."

The second chapter is complete. Review, the next chapter will be Butch/Kaoru titled "Earth." Bye.