Chapter 22

Raphael must have fallen asleep because he woke up when the door of his room opened. He saw her silhouette outlined in the doorway. She paused in the threshold then turned away as if she were going to leave.

"Goddess?" He questioned.

"I'm sorry I woke you Raphael, go back to sleep." She whispered.

He sat up and shifted his legs to the floor standing up quickly. "No don't go...please."

She gave a humourless laugh. "That is what Leonardo asked of me as well." But she turned and walked back into the room. His bedside lamp illuminated her as she got closer to the bed. Her luminous body was naked, hair wet, tiny droplets of water were still running down her body from her wet hair, and he was jealous of each and every drop. Glowing green eyes with red pupils looked at him without expression, but her body was radiating some barely controlled emotion.

"What do you mean that is what Leo asked of you. Was Leo tryin'...?" He couldn't finish the sentence.

"I believe his exact words were 'please don't leave us' before he fell asleep." She said looking at him.

He walked up to her, but it was like she didn't quite want him to touch her. He reached out anyway and brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. "And what did you answer?" He asked.

She looked at him steadily. "I cannot make promises I cannot keep Raphael." She whispered. "I..." She leaned her head on his chest. "I can still smell your blood in this room, as well as Michelangelo's." She whispered as her body began to glow brighter. "I want your touch Raphael, I want to taste you, I want to drink you down and I want you to beg me not to stop." She said as she looked at him, eyes full of lust and violence. "But..." She whispered. She turned and began walking from his room.

"Wait, what did I do?" Raphael asked her while grabbing her arm to stop her from leaving.

She turned her face away. "Leonardo was frightened of me." She said to him. "And it hurt to know that, and yet it took ever single bit of will I possessed to not rip his throat out when he showed me fear. To show fear is to initiate a kill response. I could have killed him. "

"Hey," Raphael said as he brought her face around to look at him. She looked at him, eyes glinting red in the light. "It's okay. Leo will get over it. You don't need Leo's blood anyway, you can just have mine. And you didn't kill him so it's okay." He said pulling her closer. She shook her head and stepped back.

"You don't understand Raphael. It's not okay. I almost killed him again, I was able to walk away but he followed me into the shower. I had to turn that want to kill into another want and it raged." She looked at him again eyes tinting red in the light. "It still rages."

He looked at her in confusion.

She looked at him. "My body feels like it's on fire, burning from the inside out, but I can't ask it of you Raphael."

He stilled as he tried to make sense of what she was saying. His heart started beating faster and her eyes dilated with desire. "I fed on blood, I revelled in desire, in lust and I made Leonardo scream in pleasure as he made me scream mine." She whispered to him voice low, and with each word she had stepped closer to him as if mocking him with each hurtful image that rocked through his mind.

Raphael felt himself grow hot with anger. "You've chosen him." He said through clenched teeth.

She looked at him shaking her head. "No." She said.

She put her hands on his shoulders to keep him from charging from the room. "I'm going to kill him." He said furiously .

"Kiss him or kill him Raphael. But you are right. I crossed the line I gave myself. I promised myself I would do no more than a touch here, an embrace there. But then you kissed me Raphael, and I wanted to touch, to kiss, to feel so much more."

She looked at him eyes smouldering. And he remembered what had happened in his Memory Room. "You with...Dark Raphael." He whispered.

"Yes, but you are DarkRaphael. He wasn't before, just the devil on your shoulder, but I interfered, I changed him, I know I did. It wasn't purposeful but, it was why I didn't try to heal you before. I didn't know if I actually could help you, but I don't like going into people's minds because it is a private place. Thoughts and emotions, wants and desires, those things are personal. And I didn't want to accidentally make you worse by interfering in some way. Even as I am, I am powerful and I did change a piece of you." She looked at him with regret. "I'm sorry for that Raphael."

He shook his head. He didn't care about that, so he actually could talk with himself in his head when he slept, so what. "Like I care about that." He said with a growl. He moved suddenly knocking her back. Anger flowed off of him. She took a few steps back. He felt powerful then. He knew she wasn't scared of him, and yet her body's reaction to step back, to give ground, to flee, awoke something primal in him, the need for the chase, the need for her to submit to him, for him to claim her as his.

She sniffed the air, eyes wide, expression unfathomable.

"Why did you tell me about Leo?" He growled at her as he took another step forward. She took another step back.

"Because I wanted you to know, because to not tell you, and if something happened between us, would be like lying, like cheating." She said, voice low.

He stepped forward as she took another step back. Then he charged her. She turned to run but he hit her slamming her into the wall. He pinned her arms to the side, his body flush with hers. His anger raged. His face was mere inches from hers, red flashed in her eyes. "I am so pissed off right now!" He raged. "But I guess I will take a page from your book, either I kiss you , or I kill him. I am going to make you forget all about Leo. All you will be able to crave will be my touch, my kiss, and I'm going to make you cry out MY name." He growled.

She looked at him eyes blazing. "Not if I make you cry out first." She said as she pushed him back, or tired to. She was using her mortal strength, which meant he was stronger. He could control her. He claimed her lips pushing her into the wall. He broke away and swung her up into his arms. He took a few steps then roughly tossed her onto the bed. She growled at him eyes flashing red. He leapt on top of her pushing her into the softness of the bed. He had never been so turned on in his life. She was a hairs breath from losing control. He could see his death in her eyes and death had never looked so damn good. He held her arms down as he kissed her. She squirmed beneath him. He growled his desire into her mouth. He let go of an arm and his underwear made it onto the floor. He pressed himself against her and then gently slid down her body, trailing kisses along the way.

He found her warm and wet and his control nearly slipped. He touched her and her body arched off of the bed. He moved his way back to her mouth and claimed it, her moans of pleasure muffled against his mouth. He felt the scrape of teeth and tasted blood on his tongue. He was suddenly on his back, she rose above him, wings spread wide she glowed above him like a dark angel of death. Hands slid over delicate flesh as she leaned down. "My turn." She whispered.

It was then he learned never try to seduce a virgin goddess. She may be a virgin, hell he was a virgin, but unlike him, she had thousands upon thousands of years of knowledge to draw upon and she used it. He was going to lose, hell he had already lost, but in this case losing seemed to not be such a bad thing.

He had lost track of the number of times she had bitten him. But his body was covered in bites. She had bitten shoulders and inner thighs, his neck, wrists, everywhere that was not covered in hard shell was bitten. He even cursed his shell because he could not feel her pressed up against most of his body. But she made every bit of flesh he had exposed count. Every time he thought he was about to go over the edge, she gave him a bite which blossomed with pain bringing him back. But the pleasure kept building until finally she granted him release. She slid herself down his length and she cried out his name as he cried out hers. And when the crashing waves of pleasure finally began to subside she bit the tender flesh of his neck, pain washed with pleasure, and as she began to feed he screamed his release again.

He blearily remembered her telling him to drink, warmth running down his throat and then blissful darkness.

Michelangelo found her outside his door sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. She looked at him, eyes still glinting red. He knelt down and picked her up in his arms. "You still need blood, and Donny's not in any condition to help you." He said as he carried her into his room.

"Neither are you." She whispered into his neck.

"Humph. I'm in better condition than Donny who offered you blood right off the bat, even though he was the last one you should have fed from. I'll be fine, just you know, don't kill me."

He lay her gently on his bed. She looked at him in surprise. She opened her mouth but he silenced her by putting a finger over her lips. "I know, you've been with Leo and Raph, and try not to look so surprised you all made enough noise to wake the dead. But you know what the funny thing is, you were right about me. I'm not as jealous as Leo or Raph. I should be. I should be furious that the woman I love was just with my two brothers, and I will admit to feeling a slight twinge of jealousy, but," He shrugged. "I can live with that." He said as he kissed her.

"Tell me you want me." He whispered into her ear.

"I want you." She whispered back.

"If you insist." He said with a smile.

Hands caressed, lips moved, bodies burned for release. She took more of his blood and he screamed in pleasure.

When they had finished he looked down at the woman sleeping in his arms. He was exhausted. She had fed him her blood and he could feel her blood's warmth running through him. He silently slid from his bed. He leaned over and picked her up. As much as he wished he could keep her with him he knew he couldn't let her sleep with him tonight.

He walked with her from his room and bumped open Donatello's door. Donatello didn't look so good. She needed to give him blood, the sooner the better.

Michelangelo sat on the edge of Donatello's bed. He shook the goddess awake. She opened her eyes and looked at him blearily. "Donny still needs your blood." He said to her. He knew her Blood Lust, and now he knew why it was called Blood Lust, was gone. Her eyes no longer glinted red. He shook Donatello awake.

Donatello groggily opened his eyes. Goddess slid from his lap and Michelangelo helped Donatello to sit up. She bit her wrist and offered him the blood. Donatello drank her blood and regained a little of his colour. She pulled her wrist away and Donatello shook his head as if trying to clear it. Goddess slid to the edge of the bed looking exhausted. "Lay down, get some sleep and keep her safe bro." Michelangelo said as he lifted Donatello's covers and motioning for her to slide underneath. They both looked at him questioningly.

"Michelangelo?" She asked.

"Stay with Donny, he'll look after you." He leaned down and kissed her. He pushed her into Donatello's side. Donatello wrapped his arms around her. They both struggled to stay awake, but their eyes both closed and they drifted off to sleep. He stood up from the bed and walked to the door. He locked it and stepped out. He knew she would be safe with Donatello. He knew that when the Blood Lust rode her she had been vulnerable to them, and he didn't want either Raphael or Leonardo thinking that just because she had been with them, that it meant that they would get a morning repeat of this night. Besides he couldn't have them thinking that she had chosen one of them, because he knew she hadn't.

Raphael blearily woke up. He looked around and noticed that Goddess was gone. He didn't quite know how to feel about that. He had hoped to wake up next to her and walk out with her, to show his brothers that she was his. He shook himself and got out of bed, got dressed and opened his door. He walked to the kitchen where Michelangelo was wolfing down food like it was going out of style.

"Hey Mikey, how are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm feeling great, hungry, but great. How about you Raph, you're looking different this morning." Michelangelo said as he stuffed another spoon of cereal into his mouth. "Was Goddess gentle with you?" He asked.

Raphael who had just took a drink of water spit it out. "What?" he asked a blush rising up his face.

Michelangelo looked at him. "Why are you blushing I only asked if she was gentle, she wasn't very gentle with Donny, his neck looked pretty bad when she was done with him." He said innocently.

Raphael coughed. "Yeah she was um...gentle. How is Donny?" He asked.

Michelangelo shrugged. "Haven't seen Leo or Donny yet, "He paused. "Or Goddess."

Raphael looked at Leonardo as he entered the kitchen. He felt rage and jealousy burn through him. He knew he had touched her, had tried to take her from him. He took a step towards Leonardo. Leonardo looked at him and blushed turning his head away. "Leo I think you and I have gotta have a little talk...bro." He said through clenched teeth.

Michelangelo looked back and for between Raphael and Leonardo. "What's wrong with you two?" He asked. "Raph's going to burst a vein and Leo's looking guilty. Did I miss something while I was sleeping?" Michelangelo questioned.

"You didn't miss anything Mikey." Leonardo said dangerously.

"Didn't he Leo?" Raphael said angrily. "Or was it not you who decided to seduce Goddess in the shower last night."

Leonardo looked at him in shock. "How did you...?" Then he shook himself and angrily replied. "That's none of your business Raph."

"No? You touched my girl Leo. Hell you did a whole lot more than touch her, and you went behind my back and...Grrr I can't even think about what you did with her!"

"She's not yours Raph." Leonardo growled.

"She's not yours either Leo." Raphael glowered at his brother his temper finally breaking. "That's it Leo, you and me are going to...

"Have you seen Goddess this morning Leo?" Michelangelo asked cutting Raphael off.

"Not this morning, no." He said. then looked around the room. "Where's Donny?" Leonardo asked, turning his attention from Raphael.

"She might be with Donny." Michelangelo said with a shrug.

Raphael and Leonardo looked at each other. Looked at Donatello's closed door, looked at each other, then headed for Donatello's room. They stood outside the door, rage was still burning through Raphael.

Raphael knocked on the door. "You okay in there Donny?" He asked trying to keep the anger out of his voice.

There was silence on the other side of the door. Raphael turned the knob and opened the door. He looked around Donatello's room which was empty.

"Oh, did I mention that the new shell cycle is missing, they probably went for a ride or something. I just wasn't sure if she was bunking with one of you two during the night." Michelangelo said to them. "But I guess she didn't." He said with a smile, turning away as Raphael and Leonardo blushed.

"I guess she didn't." Leonardo said turning to glare at Raphael. "Is there something you would like to tell me about last night...bro." Leonardo asked him.

Raphael opened his mouth, changed what he was going to say, because what he was going to say wouldn't just degrade Leonardo it would degrade her as well. Instead he said, "She was with me last night too Leo." He finally looked at his brother and saw the hurt cross his face. Raphael's anger drained away at the hurt in Leonardo's eyes. Then Raphael's anger resurfaced. How dare Leonardo look at him with hurt in his eyes. He was the one going behind his back, following his goddess into the shower and seducing her when she was at her most vulnerable.

"You mean you knew what happened between us and you..." He asked, voice shaking in rage. "What do you mean she was with you?

He shook his head. "She came to me after you Leo and I made her scream my name, did she scream yours Leo?" He sneered at him.

The two brothers looked at each other rage poured off of them both.

"Yes, she did." Leonardo said furiously. "You want to go Raph, fine let's go!" He yelled as he walked to their training area, pulling his swords.

"Fine!" Raphael yelled.

Raphael got his sais and they faced off. Anger pushed both of them as weapons struck and were deflected.

Donatello had woken during the night. He vaguely recalled Goddess giving him blood, and possibly her laying next to him, and something about Michelangelo.

When he woke up Goddess was facing him, body entwined with his. He pulled her closer. Possessiveness filled him. She opened her eyes as he brushed a finger down her face.

"Donatello?" She questioned. Clutching her head she slowly sat up. "What happened?" She asked him as she looked down and noticed that she was naked.

"I don't know, you were here when I woke up." He said to her.

"Why can't I remember anything?" She asked him. "I should be able to remember everything."

He looked at her concerned.

"I smell sex and blood." She said slowly. She leaned in and smelled him. Then she smelled herself. "You smell of blood, I smell of both." She closed her eyes as if trying to sense something. She opened her eyes and she seemed to relax slightly. She touched his face snuggling back into him. He pulled her back down into bed with him.

"I returned from Hell, I remember that, and then..." Her brow furrowed as she tried to remember.

"You fed from me and Mikey. Raph helped us to our rooms. I went to sleep but I vaguely remember Mikey bringing you in here, and I think drinking your blood."

She looked at him in confusion. "I remember Leonardo, I was...dancing?" She questioned. "Why do I smell sex, I am not bound to anyone."

"Except Raphael." Donatello said softly.

She stilled. "I...am?" She questioned.

"You told Mikey that you, what was it, 'kissed his soul' or something, you could feel him. You told Michelangelo when you were in the bathroom with him. You don't remember?" He asked.

"No, I remember the bathroom, but I remember being very tired. I was discussing waking up naked on Leonardo with someone. Who was I...Leonardo, in the shower. Why was I in the shower with Leonardo?" She looked confused.

"Maybe because you were in Blood Lust?" Donatello asked pulling her closer. What had she been doing in the shower with Leonardo?

She wrapped herself more tightly against him. "Donatello I think...I think I may have done something last night. I can't remember but..." She looked at him with worry filled eyes.

"Shhh its okay." He kissed her on the forehead. "We'll get things straightened out."

She looked at him gratefully. She tipped her head up and she kissed him deeply. She tasted like honey."Thank you Donatello." She was silent for a moment.

"You're warm now." He said with surprise.

"Yes I am." She said into his chest. "And now you feel cold to me." She said softly. He moved away but she held him tightly. "It's still nice." She said looking at him. "I want to leave Donatello."

He tensed, shock and unhappiness rolled through him. He couldn't blame her though. After everything that had happened to her while she was here. He had hoped she would stay, but he hadn't held out much hope that she would.

"I don't think I want to be here when Leonardo and Raphael wake up."

His mind changed tracks and he asked, "Why?" He asked.

She looked at him and shook her head. "I don't know, just a feeling I have" She said softly. "Can you take me somewhere Donatello? I would like to get away from this city. I miss the forest." She said voice wistful."Can we go watch a sunrise together? I haven't seen a sunrise on Earth for thousands of years." She asked.

Donatello relaxed a little. She wasn't leaving them, she just wanted to get out of the lair.

"Sure." He said as he pulled her closer.

"Thank you Donatello." She said, his name becoming tangible, like velvet as it danced along his skin. She looked into his eyes and smiled. She kissed him again. She broke away and rolled off the bed. He looked down at himself and blushed. She looked back at him over her shoulder. She winked at him and put a finger to her lips. She exited his room quietly.

He fought and failed to gain control of his body. He finally gave up and just got dressed. He put on a hoodie, pants and grabbed some sunglasses for their trip. He met her in his workroom standing by the shell cycle they had built. She was dressed in the outfit that she had worn out the one day she had went shopping. She was even sporting Leonardo's trench coat.

She handed him his duffle bag and they walked the bike out of the lair. They drove for two hours until they reached the Hunter mountains. They parked at the entrance to a hiking trail and began hiking up one of the mountain trails. Donatello marvelled at the fact that although he was skilled in being able to walk around unheard, the goddess almost blended in with the forest. She walked through the forest like she was walking through water, all graceful movements and an almost feline agility. She would stop and sniff the air every once in a while. She helped him negotiate the darkness every once in a while when even his acute eyes couldn't make out anything in the darkness of the vast wilderness. As the neared their destination the sky began to lighten. They broke through the woods into a rocky clearing. There were still within the tree line so close to the edge of a cliff she set out a blanket she had brought and lay it underneath a tall tree. He stood there for a moment not really knowing what she wanted when she pulled him down in front of the tree. He leaned against it and she sat in front of him. It was surprisingly chilly so she brought out another blanket and covered them up. He wrapped his arms around her and they watched the sun rise over the mountains.

"It's beautiful." She whispered. "Thank you for taking me here Donatello."

He hugged her tighter. "Anything for you Goddess." He whispered in her ear.

"I think I could stay here forever, sitting like this, being with you like this." She looked up at him and he kissed her.

"So why don't we." He asked softly when she finally lifted her lips from his.

She smiled and it was a sad smile. "I am a granter of dreams and wishes Donatello, but like a genie, I will never have my own wishes and dreams granted." She snuggled back into him and watched the scenery. She was silent, but it was a comfortable silence.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" He finally asked her.

"Bits and pieces." She said softly. "And if what I remember is true, then Raphael and Leonardo are going to have a huge fight when they wake up."

Donatello tensed. "What happened?"

She sighed. "I think during my Blood Lust I sorta...well, all of your brothers made it to third base last night."

Donatello stilled. "You mean you...?" She nodded. "With all of them?" She winced. "At once?" She shook her head. "One after the other?" She grimaced. "Wait what do you mean all, as in Mikey too!" He said in shock. She nodded. And to think he had slept through it all. Which meant he was the only one she hadn't been with that night.

A twinge of jealously flowed through him, but he was able to stamp it down. "Oh." He managed to say as a riot of emotions ran through him.

"I can't really remember most of it though. It's a blur of everything running together. I wonder if this is what it's like to wake up the next day after getting too drunk? I've never been drunk before." She said as apprehension filled her voice.

Jealousy warred with anger and oddly loss. He knew he had lost, but if he had lost why was she with him, and why didn't she choose either Leonardo or Raphael?

"Do you hate me now Donatello?" She asked him.

Her question shocked him. But he gave the question thought. The thought of her with his brothers made him jealous and angry, but he was not disgusted with her. He knew he should be, but he wasn't. He also knew better than his brothers that it was likely the Blood Lust that rode her, and that it was probably them taking advantage of her, more than the other way around. This thought make him angry.

She looked at him questioningly and he realized he hadn't answered her question. "Of course I don't hate you." He said. "It was the Blood Lust wasn't it?" He asked softly.

She brought her knees up to her chin, wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her head on her knees. She had pulled away from him slightly. She looked small and vulnerable. "I...it was the Blood Lust, but...I don't think I would have done anything I didn't want to do?" She asked the last as a question. She buried her face in her knees. "No I wanted to, I might not remember, and I might not have gone about it the way it happened, but I have lived for so long, and to live without the touch of another is something I hope none shall ever have to bear." She said softly. "And I am not just talking about a lovers touch Donatello. I am talking about a hug, a comforting hand on the shoulder, a pat on the back. Any hand that has been laid on me in the past few thousand or so years has been directly due to some sort of violence. The only comforting touch I have received has been by the hand of Death, which is not the same as having a living being touching you. Death tries, but he cannot understand complex emotions. He is still learning and trying to understand them." She said hollowly.

Donatello's heart broke. This beautiful woman really had no one, no one but the company of Death. But now she had them, and they wanted her to pick one of them, but she didn't think they would understand that she couldn't pick one of them, because it would mean giving up the rest of them. He pulled her close. "You were the only one I wasn't with last night. Do you resent that?" She asked.

The question surprised him. He thought about it. "I would rather you wanted to be with me without being ridden by your Blood Lust." He whispered. "We want you to choose, but I understand why you won't."

She looked over her shoulder at him and said sadly. "No you don't Donatello." She was silent for a while. He looked at her as he tried to figure out the meaning of her words."You don't know had badly I want you to make love to me here and now Donatello." She said to him. He looked at her in shock. She leaned back against him. He clasped her tighter.

"So why don't you let me?" He whispered.

She smiled at him sadly. "Because I love you too much Donatello." She turned towards him and she kissed him. The kiss was filled with love and lust and so much need that he clutched her closer.

"I love you." Donatello whispered kissing her again. His brain deserted him and he rolled on top of her. Clothes made their way to the ground and he revelled in her touch, the feel of her body against his. They both reached climax together.