Chapter 2

Dark Chocolate

Raphael was having the time of his life.

Monster after monster came after him and he was kicking the shell outta them all.

"HA! Take that freak!" he snarled as he spilled blood, intoxicated by the sounds of battle.

The smell of the blood, the scent and feel of his hot sweat running down his emerald green skin drove him wild with an intense, feverish ecstasy.

He felt something else in the air… intense fear... yes, these monsters feared him and he grinned diabolically. His body felt warm, ready to move with the perfect blend of strength and speed for whatever counter attack he needed to perform.

"Yeah, you'd better run, scumbags!" he snarled as the monsters beat a hasty retreat, shrieking in terror.

"They are not running from you." a sharp, husky female voice retorted from behind him, catching him off-guard.

Raphael whirled. He had not seen her coming. But then, now that he did see her, he wondered if he was crazy.

Cause she was beautiful. More beautiful then anything he had ever seen.

Her skin was pale, shimmering star-white and her hair was bright, ruby-red.

The twin jade-emerald eyes flashed dangerously…and yet, held the deepest agony he had ever seen.

As he beheld all the hurt, all the pain and anguish in her eyes, he wanted to hold her, to comfort and shield her from her agony, that terrible, terrible agony in her dark, crystalline eyes.

Hitting him like tidal wave, her scent invoked an intense craving in him, a deep agony in his body that burned like fire.

Salty, like sweat, but also sweet…like the taste of fresh water after being in a desert for days on end, as well as something else… an incredible, bittersweet scent…like dark chocolate…shell, he felt hungry…

Her lips were rosy, plump and kissable, and she was tall as he, though built smaller. Nonetheless, she seemed mighty, mostly because, despite her small frame, lithe muscles were packed onto that curvy body. It didn't make her any less feminine, but he hated to think that she would attack him, especially after he noticed the bloody saw-edged saber in her hand.

She trembled, actually, it was more of a convulsive shudder, and began to fall.

He was at her side, catching her- oh, shell, she smelled so good- and laid her down, growling," Who the shell are you?!"

Her skin was so soft, she smelled so sweet…
And suddenly, he noticed that blood was spreading beneath the white ghi she wore, soaking her left breast.

"Damn you…you're my last chance…don't screw it up…" her eyes fluttered closed as her soft, white hand brushed his cheek…

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"DAHH!!!" Raphael sucked in air as he startled awake.

His sheets were clinging to him, soaking wet. An adrenaline rush was coursing through his body, making him move, before he was even fully awake.

As he stood up, untangling the sheets from his legs, he went to the kitchen. He couldn't get her outta his head…those eyes. Those eyes were so beautiful…shell you could get lost in them… and her scent was so sweet…he couldn't get that crazy smell out of his nose.

He took a long drink of water and just stood there, breathing hard, trying to control the rage and confusion that was squeezing his heart.

Besides the impossibly strong physical attraction he had felt towards the girl, he also felt an intense need to find out where she had come from and why she was hurting. And what did she need him for?

He gritted his teeth as he remembered her angry, yet pleading," You're my last chance, don't screw it up."

Finally, he went to the dojo, closing the door, he flipped on the lights and approached his punching bag.

Soon, he was swinging at the bag, his teeth gritted, his bronze-red eyes blazing angrily as he took out his confusion and frustration on the innocent sandbag….

Lol, i feel sorry for Raphael's punching bag

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