A/N: Lemons with Eric's POV. I hope it's not too much, but you've been warned.

Chapter Nine

Kiley found the limo idling on a street-side curb a couple of blocks away. She phased through the door and sat on the front seat. Parker turned to look at her. He was still frightened and a thin coating of perspiration covered his brow.

"You should just go," said Kiley. "Neither one of these vampires has an interest in you personally."

"I owe you, Kiley," said Parker. "I may be a coward, but I settle my debts."

"Am...am I just a debt to you?" asked Kiley.

Parker reached out a hand to touch her and it passed through her hand. A look of sadness crossed over his face and he seemed to be gathering his thoughts.

"Kiley, I'm not a nice person. I lie, steal and I've been known to double-cross a rival a few times. I admit to manipulating you and trying to make you fall in love with me in order to keep you with me. But, something happened that I did not intend. I found myself falling for you and it scared me. The real reason that I left you with Shane was that I thought you were a weakness and I wanted to sever your hold on me," said Parker.

"That's ruthless," said Kiley.

"Well, I'm a ruthless son of a bitch," said Parker. "You deserve someone better."

Kiley moved closer to Parker and passed her hand into his body. She could see him tense and goose-pimples broke out on his arms. It was probably within her power to kill him, she thought. She didn't know because she had never tried to harm anyone this way.

"Can you feel me?" she asked Parker.

"Yes," he gasped.

"What do you feel?" she asked.

"I feel a tingling that goes all the way through me," he replied.

Kiley closed her eyes and leaned in and kissed him on the lips. She knew that it would just generate a light butterfly touch, but Parker gave a sigh at her kiss.

"What do you feel deep down?" asked Kiley.

"I feel...love," said Parker.

Kiley withdrew her hand and gently caressed him. Her fingertips touching and blending with the surface of his cheek.

"There is hurt and pain in my heart that you have caused," said Kiley. "But the essence of what I am, that force that you just felt, still has love for you."

"I don't deserve it," whispered Parker.

"Most people never do," said Kiley, sadly.

Josh and another werewolf sat in the front of the car. The other werewolf was driving and Josh looked through the windshield and followed the wolf ahead of them. Suddenly, the wolf stopped and sniffed at a spot. His head shot up and he trotted off in a different direction. The werewolf driving increased his speed to keep pace with the wolf. Josh saw the wolf with it's head down and scenting a trail slip into an open driveway. They parked the car along the curb and got out. It was a residential home with high security fences. But, the gate was standing open which was a bad sign, thought Josh. He walked onto the property and saw the wolf disappear through the open front door. Josh paused and sniffed the air. He could smell human scents and Kiley. He could also smell the scent of vampire. That was definitely a bad sign, he thought. He walked into the house and found it empty. If there had been a struggle here, there was no indication of that. Josh stepped back outside and the wolf morphed back into a man.

"One human was thrown against the wall. He got up and left down the street. Another human got into a car and drove off," he said.

"And the vampire?" asked Josh.

"His scent just disappears into thin air. Is it possible that he can fly?" asked the werewolf.

Shane could fly, maybe all vampires could fly for all Josh knew.

"Yes, who knows with vampires," said Josh. "I've heard that they can possess unusual powers. What about Kiley?"

"She changed," said the werewolf.

Perhaps, she did that to evade the vampire, thought Josh. He turned back to the other two werewolves.

"We follow Kiley," he said.

They could still track her even in her other form for she could not hide her scent. Josh had to admit that she creeped him out. He also felt that she was somehow dangerous in that form. But, they had taken precautions. Josh only hoped that they would be able to contain her before she was able to turn on them.

Eric sat in his room at the Hotel Carmilla. He gazed into the flames of the fire blazing in his fireplace. His thoughts were on Kiley. He had felt the truth in words that she had spoken tonight. She had not wanted to spy on him and had been forced by the vampire that she answered to. She was also running from them both. He could feel her anguish and sadness through the bond. Even though they would need to share blood two more times for him to feel the pull of the bond and be influenced by her, he found that he was already forming feelings for her. Maybe he admired her courage and her strength that refused to bow down to him. He found that he didn't want to break her spirit since he felt that would destroy the core of her being. He only wanted to bend her to his will. She also needed protection whether she would admit it or not. For if she had been sent by who he suspected, her life was in danger. The King of Arkansas would destroy any trail that led back to him.

He closed his eyes and opened his mind. He searched for her. But, she still remained hidden from him. She must be exhausted by now, thought Eric. Holding that form from sunrise to sunset, traveling in the daytime and being able to only catch a few hours of rest during a nap. She was weakened and perhaps vulnerable. It was time to test the strength of the bond. He could call Pam with his mind since she was his child and had his blood. He could call susceptible humans who had his blood with his mind as well. Kiley was not exactly human, but the other features of the bond seemed to be working. So, why not this? It was possible that her alternate form might shield her from the effects, but it was time to find out. He concentrated his mind and called for her.

Still sitting in the limo with Parker, Kiley felt a rush of something pass through her. It lifted her hair back and she heard a voice. It was deep and almost unintelligible. She shivered for a moment, uncontrollably.

"Kiley, what's the matter?" asked Parker.

"I don't know," said Kiley.

It came again, only it was stronger this time. Now, she could hear her name being said. She could also recognize the owner of the voice. She shivered, this time in fear. She thought, how was he doing this?

She felt sick and she felt that her hold on maintaining this form was slipping away.

"It's him," said Kiley.

"What's happening?" asked Parker, fearfully.

"I think that he is summoning me," said Kiley.

She heard his voice again, only now it was louder and clearer. Another wave of shaking overcame her. The voice surrounded her and she couldn't shut it out. He was calling her, demanding that she obey. He had brought some terrible power to bear on her and Kiley trembled in fear. It seemed that he could detect her weakness because another wave passed through her and it was even stronger. She felt the strength to disobey him leaving her. She could not ignore him. She had to go to him while she still had the power to follow her own will.

She turned to Parker and said, "If you don't hear from me tomorrow, you must forget about me. Do you understand?"

"No, I won't do that," said Parker.

"I...I don't have the time to argue with you," said Kiley. "Goodbye, Parker."

Kiley allowed herself to be pulled away and she stopped fighting in order to conserve her strength. With her power, she traveled swiftly to him. She walked through the walls of his hotel room and found him standing beside a fireplace. He gazed at her and his eyes held a smug satisfaction. He was wearing all black again and the cashmere sweater clung to his muscles. Why in a moment like this, thought Kiley, am I focusing on that creature's body? As if aware of her thoughts which he probably was, Eric smirked at her.

"That's quite a trick," said Kiley.

"I thought that you would like it," said Eric.

"So, you think that you can summon me here and I'm going to just obey you?" said Kiley.

"That's exactly what I think," said Eric.

Kiley steeled her heart and her nerves. He had started this little battle. It was her or him. She began to float across the floor, closer to him. His eyes widened, but he held his ground. She stopped when she was about an arm's length away.

"You have left me only two choices: submit to you or try to kill you," said Kiley. "I...I'm sorry, but you have brought this on yourself."

"Then, kill me, if you can," said Eric.

With a pained expression, Kiley reached out a hand and touched him on his chest where his heart would be. He was not alive in the usual sense, thought Kiley. But, he still possessed a life force. Kiley slipped her hand inside him and searched for it. Eric let out a gasp and his body tensed. Yet, he didn't try to resist and he closed his eyes. Kiley finally found what she was searching for and her fingers caressed it. They were close now and he opened his eyes. She stared into his blue eyes. She had never killed anyone and every fiber in her being cried out at the wrongness of what she was doing. This would change her. It would alter her. It would leave a black stain on her soul that could never be washed away. She might gain her freedom but she would still lose herself. With an sob of anguish, Kiley withdrew her hand and fell to her knees before Eric.

As he heard her sobs, Eric reached down his hand and ran it through her scarlet tresses. She had reverted back to human form. He had felt her warring emotions that raged inside her. He had also felt her conviction that she had to power to harm him or even kill him. Yet, even to save herself, she could not kill him. She had shown him her true nature. Her gentle, sweet nature.

"Sweet Kiley," he said. "You're not a killer, are you?"

Kiley looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "No."

He raised her to her feet. He brushed her hair out of her face and caressed her cheek.

"You were so sure that I wouldn't harm you," said Kiley. "Why?"

"Because I know the real you, Kiley," said Eric. "I'm closer to you than anyone else has ever been."

He kissed her and began moving her backwards to the bed. He wanted her with a desire that almost made him ache. There had been powerful and raw emotions swirling about between the both of them. Those kind of feelings can't be summoned without a physical expression. If they weren't going to try to kill each other, then they were going to fuck each other, thought Eric. He was so aroused by her that it was almost painful and uncomfortable. The fact that she had the power to hurt him, only made him want her more. When she realized what he was doing, she attempted to stop him.

"I...I don't even like you," she said.

Eric smiled and said, "I don't mind if you hate me. As long as I cause you to feel something."

He picked her up and laid her on the bed. She stared at him and he could feel her dislike, but he could also feel her desire for him even when she thought it was wrong. The simple truth was that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She must have recognized the need within her own self and stopped resisting. There was nothing like the mixture of violence and lust to put one in the mood, he thought. He felt it too and the prospect of coupling with such a potentially dangerous creature was making him intoxicated with a need that he rarely felt.

He removed his clothes before her and was pleased when she did not look away. She stared at him, her eyes dark with desire. Those eyes widened slightly when his manhood was revealed for her. But, he had that effect on most of his partners, he thought smugly. His cock almost singed with the need to be plunged into her depths. He moved onto the bed and quickly began to remove her clothes. What couldn't be pulled off easily, he ripped off in his haste.

Finally, she was exposed before him and his eyes took her in. She was beautiful with breasts that were the perfect size to be cupped within his hands. Their tips were rosy pink and had hardened to little points already. Her stomach was flat. He could see that her brilliant scarlet hair color was natural. Her legs were chastely closed, but he reached out a hand and brushed his fingertips through the softness of her inverted triangle. He felt her tremble at his touch and, when he looked up, she had closed her eyes.

He laid down beside her and touched her cheek, saying, "Don't close your eyes. You've have nothing to be shy about. I'm going to worship this body like no one has ever done."

Kiley opened her eyes and said, "I'll disappoint you."

"That's impossible," said Eric.

He leaned in and kissed her, softly and gently tasting her lips. He then kissed her with more intent and purpose. His tongue explored the sweetness of her mouth and his hand caressed her breasts. As he played his fingers over her hardened nipples, she broke free of his kiss to gasp for air and sigh. He moved down and took a breast in his mouth and when he rubbed his tongue across the nipple, he was satisfied to hear a moan of pleasure. He spent a long time licking and sucking on those perfect breasts while Kiley arched into the pillows and ran her fingers through his hair.

He moved his hand downward and parted her thighs. When he brought that hand between her thighs and touched her, he found the proof of his effect on her. She was slick with arousal. As he relentlessly teased one of her nipples, he slipped his hand between her folds and began to stroke her. His pressure was soft and gentle, but it caused her breath to become labored and he could feel her body tremble with excitement. He moved his attentions to the other breast and began a more focused effort with his hand. His fingers touched and teased her until she cried out in sweet torment.

He moved over her and trailed his tongue down her stomach until he reached the softness of her triangle. Kiley groaned and reached for him and tried to pull him up. Her legs running along his sides.

"Not yet," he said.

He slipped between her legs, caressing them. He then put his tongue where his fingers had just been. He tasted her arousal and his cock throbbed with need. Not yet, he told his impatient member. He was sure that he would hurt her and he didn't want her memory of their first time to be overshadowed by the remembrance of her pain. He used his tongue in ways that Kiley had not known about. He teased every bit of pleasure out of her that he could with that tongue until Kiley was almost begging for mercy. Almost. It felt way too good for her to actually ask him to stop, he thought. She moaned and arched into the pillows and pressed her hips up into his tongue. It was then that he gently slipped a single finger into her and began to move it in a rhythm that matched the movements of his tongue. Kiley gasped loudly and reached down and grabbed his shoulders. The higher she went in pleasure, the harder she dug her fingers into his shoulders.

Until she moaned, "I'm going to come."

At that moment, he raised his head and dropped his fangs. He moved to her inner thigh and bit deeply into her while he quickened the pace of his finger within her. As he sucked up that first mouthful of sweet blood, Kiley came with a cry. He pressed his lips against her thigh and tasted her blood, while her body still shuddered in the throes of an intense orgasm.

He licked at the bites and retracted his fangs. He moved up to kiss her on the lips. He knew that she could taste her own blood and fluids in that kiss, but she did not shy away. He felt her tongue move into his mouth and taste herself more fully.

"You beautiful when you come," he said, caressing her softly.

He laid beside her and languidly played with her breasts as he moved his still hard erection against her thigh. His cock, at times, had a mind of it's own and it was demanding that he give it what it wanted. He resisted the urge to move between her thighs. Still not yet, he told that ever impatient member.

"You loved Parker," he said. "Why is it that you never had sex with him?"

He knew about her feelings for Parker because he could sense them as he had dangled the human and threatened him.

After a moment, Kiley said, "I wanted to. We almost did before I left for Arkansas that last time. But, he pushed me away and said he wasn't ready."

She looked down and said, "I guess he didn't want the guilt of using me that way added onto all his other sins."

Eric kissed her deeply and moved down to her neck. She turned her head onto the pillow and offered him that luscious throat. It was a perfect response and he felt prideful that he had become her master. Without breaking that challenging spirit, he had managed to bend her to the enjoyment of them both. He kissed her neck, tasting the sweetness of her blood on her skin. She was indeed perfect for him, he thought, and her softly rising breath caused a shiver of desire to flow through him.

"I stopped worrying about sin a long time ago," said Eric, caressing her and turning her head back to him so that he could look into her eyes.

His own needs could not be ignored any longer. With a snick, he dropped his fangs down and bared them for her. He moved to a breast and as he took it into his mouth, he purposely cut it on the edge of one of his fangs near the nipple. He sucked on her breast and tasted the sweetness of her blood at the same time. The taste of her blood increased his already aching arousal. He heard himself groan as he flicked the nipple back and forth with his tongue. He moved his hand back between her thighs and slipped a finger inside as his thumb began to move in ways guaranteed to bring her to her knees in ecstasy. He continued to arouse her and heard her begin to moan in response.

When she was highly aroused and floating in delightful bliss, he slipped between her legs and positioned himself. When she felt his hardness pressing between her legs, she only reached for him.

He kissed her and said, "Don't turn away, keep looking at me."

With their eyes locked together, he pushed himself inside. She gasped in pain, but did not look away. He was too well-endowed not to hurt her. It would have been better if Parker had taken her virginity, he thought. But, oh, she felt so good to him. She was tight and he pushed himself deeper, causing her to bite her lips. He sank himself up to the hilt and felt the tightness of her straining to accommodate him. She groaned with either pain or pleasure, or perhaps both, he thought. Even though his cock was delightfully encased within her, it still wasn't satisfied. More, it said, give me more. It tingled in eagerness and Eric began to give it what it wanted. He began to move within her. He held her eyes as he pulled out and pushed himself even deeper back in. He thought that she had never looked more beautiful than she did now with his cock moving within her. He kissed her bitten lips and began to move faster and rolling his hips when he thrust fully into her. This extra stimulation broke through her pain and began to give her pleasure. He kept that rhythm going. He would make sure that she came tonight while he was inside her. Slowly, the pleasure of what he was doing began to overshadow the pain and Kiley began to move with him and he heard her gentle exclamations of bliss.

Knowing that she was approaching the climax, he looked into her eyes. She gazed back at him and began to contract herself around his cock. He heard himself moan in pleasure and surprise. She continued to squeeze him with his thrusts and he closed his eyes as she took him higher. He felt himself coming closer to his own release. This novice virgin is making him lose his self-control, he thought. He thrust deeper inside her and moaned out loud as she squeezed him. She began to set the pace and he followed her lead. His mind began to indignantly complain, but his cock knew who was taking care of it's needs. His cock told his mind to shut up. He felt himself losing control and he plunged himself inside her harder, filling her, and heard himself moan as her tightness became unbearably sweet with her contractions.

"Come with me," she whispered, wrapping her legs around him.

When he heard her cry out and shudder underneath him, he obeyed and gave into his own release. A moan escaped him, as he spasmed and emptied himself inside her. He lay on top of her a moment, drained and satisfied. It had not been that good in so long, he thought. For a first time, that had been incredible and he tingled with anticipation of what the next time would be like. Maybe the bond between them had made it easier for their reactions and emotions to synch with each other. Or maybe they were just good together in bed. He didn't care which one it was since the end result was the same. He eased out of her and caused Kiley to emit a soft noise of discomfort. There were blood stains on her thighs and he kissed her sweetly for shedding that blood for him.

He held her within his arms and she closed her eyes, languidly enjoying the afterglow. He bit into his wrist and pressed it towards her lips. Her eyes flew open in surprise and she put out a hand and tried to stop him.

"Don't spoil this," she pleaded.

He hesitated at her reluctance and she pushed his arm farther away. He could easily force her, but he didn't.

"You don't need that," she said, twisting to look into his eyes. "I'm already yours."

She had pleased him and given herself to him, so he relented. It would be better if she willingly bonded herself more tightly to him. So, instead of forcing her, he took the blood that was pooling up at the bites with his other hand and not wanting to waste it, he spread it between her legs where he had hurt her. She seemed shocked and then she felt it easing the soreness of her bruised tissues. As his fingers spread that healing balm, he kissed her with a fresh need.

He kissed her ear and whispered, "It won't hurt this time."

She pulled him to her and whispered back, "Show me."

He smiled since she was as eager as he was. There were still a couple of hours before dawn and he had every intention of spending them between her thighs.