Crossing Paths
Summary: Clark's path crosses that of a certain red-haired, green-eyed immortal warrior.(Thirst AU)
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The sound of thumping impacts an enormous metal door that buckles and dents appear the size of fists. It takes a couple more hits before the entire thing gives way and collapses down.
Standing, silhouetted in the light, are two figures. A man and a woman. The man is tall, well-built, with curly dark and cerulean blue eyes, dressed all in black, pants, boots shirt, trench coat and in his right hand a shirt sword, carved into which are glowing eerie green symbols of an alien language.
The woman is not as tall but is very athletic and dressed in tight red and black leather that highlights impressive curves. She has shoulder length crimson red hair and green eyes and has two wicked looking blades attached to her arms which she flicks into position.
This would be because of the shuffling masses of undead corpses walking their way dressed in Nazi-era uniforms.
"Bitches," the woman remarks in a surprisingly flat tone. "You'd think after 70years I would have killed all these bastard things by now."
"So are Nazi zombies what you consider an average day?" the man asks.
"An average day? No. Actually I consider this a quiet day."
The man just gives her a look.
She smirks back. "Hey on the plus side considering how horny I get after a good zombie slaughter you're guaranteed a good night."
The man rolls his eyes and Clark Kent wonders how the hell this has become his life. Oh right, it was the day he met the Dhampir standing next to him known as Rayne.
3 months earlier…
It started with the Halloween party at Lana's new sorority at Met U. Chloe was convinced something weird was going on and even if Clark was sceptical he knew Chloe had a knack for being right about these sort of things.
So go he did...as Zorro. He wasn't sure of the cape nor the mask but it was necessary.
He wasn't comfortable and it showed probably, especially when he bumped into this girl with red hair and green eyes, dressed in not all that much...uh, she was amazing to look at and there was something about the way she carried herself. An aura of sorts that made her stand out.
He would have apologised except he was kinda lost in those eyes for a minute. She gave him a sultry smile that would turn any man's knees to jelly.
And then Clark's brain gave him a mental kick to remind him he was dating Lana. You know love of his life, could be in some sort of danger so he mumbled out an apology and went on his way.
Things went downhill rapidly from there when he found his girlfriend feeding on Chloe...like some sort of vampire.
Clark managed to get Chloe to the hospital but found she had been infected with a strange rabies-like virus.
From there Clark bumped into his teacher from college Professor Milton Fine who put him onto Lex because as it turns out they had some experience with this virus.
The lack of surprise Clark felt right there and then was worrying because it reflected the deterioration of his relationship with Lex and the sort of person Lex was turning into.
So off to Lex's he went to confront the bald man and get some answers.
Lo and behold Lex did know of the virus and had a cure for it.
This is where it all went horribly wrong. To keep the cure serum active it needed to be near a piece of kryptonite. The one of two things Clark has discovered can hurt him.
That's when Lana drops in through the skylight, knocks Lex out and Clark weakened as he is by the kryptonite gets knocked down to the floor too.
Lana moves in, fangs showing, ready to bite him...when she is suddenly thrown away.
It's her.
The girl from the party, red hair and those green eyes, dressed in red and black leather with blades attached to her arms.
"I was going to say he wasn't the biting type," the red-head says with an enigmatic smile. "But for my sake I hope he is," she says lustfully, shooting Clark a sexy wink.
Lana gets back to her feet and hisses.
The red-head rolls her eyes. "Listen I can see you're a newbie at this so I'll do you a favour. Hold really, really still and this won't hurt at all," she laughs, yes really says it laughing.
Lana charges at the woman who elegantly and swiftly somersaults out the way and lands atop the desk.
"Look sweetness all I want to know is how the fuck you and your sorority came about," the red-head says, slightly more seriousness coming through. "Hmm, your leader another of his bastards, one of his experiments?"
This 'his' she is asking about, you hear a lot of anger and hate in her voice.
Lana dives at the woman who leaps out the way easily. Lana goes sailing over the desk before her head pops back up. "What are you?!" she demands to know.
The woman's eyes glow red and fangs elongate. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," she says with the smile of a pure predator, showing her fangs clear to see.
Lana hisses again, doing just that.
The woman returns the hiss...only somehow hers has a more dangerous edge to it.
Lana leaps back over the desk and this time the woman goes to meet her, keeping her blades withdrawn for the moment and it's clear to see Lana is out of her league against someone very skilled and practice in fighting.
When it's quite clearly over the woman smashes punch after punch into Lana's face before shoving the brunette up against the wall face first.
"Know what I'm going to guess you don't know shit or are just really, really dumb. Know what also? I'm really, really hungry," she virtually pleasurably moans the word as her mouth descends toward Lana's neck. She bites in deep and feeds.
All this time Clark has been forcing himself to crawl away from the piece of kryptonite, watching the fight...and so not considering for even a second how good the red-head looked in that outfit...or how she can make fighting look sexy. Nope. Did not enter his mind.
When he sees this woman biting Lana, the girl he loves it motivates him enough to push through the pain barrier, summon up all the energy he can and in a burst of superspeed grab the woman and carry her deep into the woods.
For the Dhampir known as Rayne, she knows speed. She is fast and has fought and defeated things faster but this was something else as she finds herself tossed down onto the forest floor.
Luckily today was overcast. She doesn't need the sunburn. Puts her in a terrible mood.
Rayne gets back to her feet and there he stands a short distance away, radiating with power. "I knew you weren't human," she comments. "Didn't smell right," she explains how she knew. She knew it at the party but he wasn't her mission...but she can be very flexible when the situation calls for it.
"Interesting observation from the woman with fangs," Clark responds, a different side of him coming through. The side that only comes out when dealing with those that threaten the ones he cares about. The harsher side of him really.
Rayne smirks, licking her lips and her tongue going over those very fangs. "It's common for vamps to have concubines but from what I observed that isn't the style for the bitches sorority."
"What? I'm not...she's my girlfriend," Clark stumbles over his words.
"Really? Can't be very serious."
"We're in love," he states.
"And yet from the moment we bumped into each other it's clear you've got a major hard on for me."
He blushes. "What? No!" he denies.
"Aw, you're a little shy aren't ya. It's cute," she teases at his red coloured cheeks. "Doesn't make much sense considering the power you just demonstrated you have but cute nonetheless."
"I don't have...anything for you."
"Lie to yourself if you want but you can't lie to me. I can taste it in the air around you. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I can say I don't mind...or I might if you turn out to be a hellspawn I have to destroy. Then I might get downright cranky."
"I'm not a..." Clark was about to deny it but then realised that only leads on to her asking what he is. A question he doesn't want to answer. "Why were you going to kill Lana?" he asks, changing topics.
"Is that her name?" Rayne asks, bored sounding before shrugging. "Because it's what I do. Kill vampires." And she's been doing what she's spent her life doing. Trying to dismantle everything and anything linked to her father. That's why she was in Metropolis in the 1st place. Last place she wrecked belonging to her father's cult had information related to the Sorority so she came to gather information on it.
"But you are one?" Clark questions, having seen her and in fact her fangs are still visible.
"Half," she replies. "I'm half-human."
Clark's mind works much faster than any human's and concludes something he doesn't want to. That vampires are real but in this case, "I think you've made a mistake."
Rayne arches a perfectly maintained eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Lana's not a vampire. It's a virus, a mutated disease that resembles vampirism...and Lex, that bald man has the cure. You want to stop them, you don't need to kill them. Help me cure them," he requests and yes, it's crazy he's asking for her help but with kryptonite involved he needs help. Plus it's a way to keep an eye on her...whoever she is.
Rayne takes a moment to consider this. Perhaps it could be useful to her. "I'll agree on one condition."
"What?"
"Afterwards we talk and speak only the truth. You tell me what you are. Refuse and I'll end this with my blades...and if you get in my way I'll end you as well," she promises.
Clark's mind processes that for a moment. "You'll answer my questions in return?" he puts his own condition.
"Done," Rayne agrees and steps forward, offering her hand.
Clark eyes it suspiciously for a moment before taking it and shaking it, trying not to accept for a moment there was a spark there when they touched.
"Name's Rayne," she offers, enjoying the feel of his strong grip. She wonders just how strong he is.
"Clark," he offers back.
"This is gonna be fun," she says with a suggestive smirk, her eyes alight in impish mischief.
Clark's not sure fun is the right description but he will admit Rayne is more than proficient in helping disable the entire sorority.
They and Chloe will all be fine now which leads him to tonight and standing in the woods again, far away from everyone while he has it out with Rayne.
She leans against a tree, her stance blatantly flirty and asks the question. "What are you?"
Clark usually spins this so it sounds better but tonight he just says it. "I'm an alien."
Visible surprise appears on Rayne's lovely features. "Well blow me. You've managed to do what no-one has in at least 20 years. Surprise me."
"20? But you look..." he gestures at her.
"Yes?" Rayne queries, her eyes alight.
"You look like you could pass for 20," he mumbles.
Rayne snorts with laughter. "Like the compliment but really you need 3-digits to measure my age."
Clark's eyebrows rise. She was over a hundred?
"So shall we keep to our agreement. The truth and only the truth," she pushes for.
Clark did give his word.
Normally Rayne isn't big on hearing life stories but this time she's interested. Being as old as she is getting she rarely gets to experience something completely new to her so story sharing they do. His being the last of his kind, sent from Krypton to Earth and his life here. Hers, starting right from her conception, her mother's rape at the hands of her father Kagan, through when he murdered her family, through her many, many adventures with the Brimstone group, ok that's more a summary of what she feels like talking about.
Brimstone was her past now. She left. Wasn't her scene any longer. Everyone she liked was dead and the people running it now...she would almost prefer eating them to working for them.
She moved on to live her own life, discover new things, like Italian shoes. It's a weakness, she'll admit.
Clark frowns. The more of her story he heard the more he disliked it and in this case wasn't shy in expressing so.
Rayne snorts derisively. "Listen kid, I ain't going to stand here and be lectured by someone a tenth my age who knows nothing on how the real world works. The world you know, is a cotton candy flavoured façade. The real world is a dark place filled with monsters and you know what it is those monsters fear? Me."
"I'm not a tenth your age. I'm a fifth."
Rayne shrugs. "Tenth, fifth, when you get to my age the difference between that is kinda small...and you know what I think we're done. I held up my end of our bargain and helped ya. See ya around...maybe."
Rayne turns to leave and Clark blurs in front of her. "We're not done," he states, feeling he just can't let her go considering...he's not sure what.
Rayne laughs. "I really don't get you at all."
"In what way?"
"You're almost like 2 people. When you're around humans you're trying so hard to be like them you repress every one of your natural instincts but when they're gone it's like a different person emerges. Commanding, forceful...passionate. I can taste it. You have so much passion but you bottle it up even when you would like nothing better than to let it out. Tell me I'm wrong," she dares him.
Clark stares right into those green eyes. "I can't," he says which answers more than one question.
"Why not?"
"Do you go around telling everyone what you are?" Clark asks her back.
"That's not an explanation of why you repress so much. You're right I don't advertise my nature to the world but that doesn't stop me from being who I want to be...unless of course that is the answer. You don't want to be what you are. You'd rather be human." She shakes her head. "Damn, I forgot how young you are," she remarks realising she does know how he feels. "I've been there, kid and you'll get over it," she summarises her experience. The whole hating one side of her, she grew past that long ago. She likes being what she is now.
"Maybe I don't want to get over it," Clark snaps back bitterly. "You call me repressed. I have to be. Do you know how fragile the world is compared to me?!"
"I have some idea, yeah."
"And yet the way you act..."
Rayne cuts him off. "Ok, like I said you do not get to lecture me," she tells him, resuming what she was going to do. Leave.
Just as she walks past him he grabs her arm. "You're not leaving."
His grip is almost painfully tight. Know what she could do with the workout. This kid needs a lesson and she's going to give it to him. She grabs his arm and yanks it off her, spinning round and smashing a kick to his face. She flicks her blades into place and proving his instincts suck, relies on his belief he's invulnerable and doesn't dodge.
Rayne's not trying to seriously hurt him...well maybe she's not. In this case she's going for a nick and her mystically forged blades cut the flesh on his right cheek.
The shock on his face is plain to see at being cut...and then it's like Rayne said, the other side of him takes over in his anger. The powerful side of him that he hides away. The real him one could argue.
And what follows is what Rayne considers fun. Sure he's faster and stronger than she is but he couldn't fight to save himself if the world depended on it. Plus she gets to rattle off many a taunt which just riles him up more.
That would be why she's able to get him on the ground with her on top, pinning him down. Not an unpleasant position at all. She bends down, tilts his head to the side and licks the blood off his cheek.
Rayne's whole body shivers in exquisite pleasure at the experience. "Fuck," she swears having never tasted anything like it. So much power, it's like sunshine pouring through her veins. It's all the momentary distraction Clark needs to pick her up, get to his feet and drive her against a tree, pinning her there.
Rayne looks into those deep cerulean blue eyes...and there is anger but know what else, lust. It's pouring off of him. "What now, kid? You have a choice. Give into those passions like you want to, be yourself or row back and pretend to be something you're not. Which is it going to be?" she says, her voice seductive. She wraps her legs around him, grinding into him, feeling the fact he really is hard for her. "You want me. I know you do. Give in. Let go. Embrace yourself, enjoy yourself. This could be the only chance you ever get to know what it feels like. So what is it going to be? Be a man or be a pussy?"
And the answer is that for once in Clark's life he gives in to his passions…
The next morning Rayne sits, naked and basks in the sun.
Oh, yes you heard that right. The sun that usually burns her, this morning ain't.
Last night...ooh last night...her instincts she doesn't repress make her bite when she's falling off the edge of the cliff that were her orgasms.
And perhaps it was a surprise or perhaps it was from the strength she gained from that one lick but her teeth penetrated the skin...and if you think a lick was amazing, drinking Clark's blood was...well lets says it amplified every pleasure she was already feeling.
And feeding on Clark's blood has so strengthened her that right now even the power of the sun can't harm her. She wonders if her other weakness are also so neutralised.
She wonders how long it'll last.
Her hunger is for once completely satiated so for the 1st time properly is her life she is just enjoying what the sun feels like on her skin when it's not burning her alive slowly. It's wonderful.
And strange thing is she has a much better insight on her lover from the previous evening. So much power.
The temptations he must have felt in his life.
No wonder he represses so much. It's probably the only way he can resist them.
And speaking of him he's up.
Rayne rises to her feet, swiftly sneaks up on him from behind, wraps her arms around his rather magnificent form and nibble on his ear. "I would ask you if you had a good night but the 'Oh God Raynes' you were screaming kinda said you did," she quips impishly.
Clark is trying to ignore the fact even her touch is heating up his blood and he's trying to tell himself that last night was something other than incredible...but he can't. He sighs and unwraps her arms from around him.
What's the matter?" Rayne wonders.
"Apart from the fact I have to break-up with my girlfriend today? Not a damn thing."
"That's sweet, honey but I'm not looking to settle down," she tells him, thinking he's doing it for her.
"That's not it," Clark argues.
Rayne arches an eyebrow.
"It's...you know this is not easy to talk to you when you're naked," he says because it is very distracting. She was very, very beautiful and had an incredible body to match.
Rayne chuckles. "Thanks. I think that may be the biggest compliment I've ever gotten," she jokes.
Clark grumbles while he tries and finds his pants and hopes Rayne didn't rip them apart when they were trying to undress each other in the heat of passion. He finds them in not too bad a state, though his shirt is history and puts them on. By the time he has Rayne has relented her teasing by dressing as well.
"So you were saying?" Rayne wonders.
"I was saying that if Lana and I's relationship was that strong, last night would never have happened."
"Don't beat yourself up too much. I am...well me," she brags.
"If I truly loved her the way I thought I did that wouldn't have made a difference that you're, you," Clark argues.
Rayne cocks her head to the side for a moment as she contemplates his words. "Maybe," she says.
Clark sighs again. It's...all too complicated. When he was powerless he and Lana slept together but after his powers returned he couldn't...trust himself to a, tell her what he is and b, trust himself that he could control his strength enough not to harm her...and last night he just...god knows. Gave in for once in his life to the side of himself he usually keeps restrained on a tight leash...and he's not even sure why exactly. And being around the temptation of her isn't helping.
No, he's right. If Lana and he were so great, last night would never have happened. Perhaps he has noticed that it's not been all that great between them lately and perhaps this was a catalyst to something that was bound to happen eventually anyway. Doesn't mean it's going to be easy or that he's going to feel all that great about it.
"I'm not sure we'll see each other again," Clark tries to figure out how to say he's leaving. Yeah, he probably should do something about her but her world isn't his. Perhaps it's just best if they go back to their separate worlds.
"Probably not but the memories will last a lifetime."
Clark laughs in spite of himself. "I can't argue that."
"Good," Rayne says as she saddles up him, wraps her arms around his neck and gives him a final kiss goodbye...ok it ends up being way more than a kiss.
Night has once again fallen by the time Clark is slowly trudging up the road to the farm. He hadn't felt like running. By the gate he finds her leaning against the post. "Thought you'd be gone," he comments.
"I blame my human half," Rayne tries to explain as she walks beside him. "For some reason I felt compelled to check that you'd be ok. How did it go?"
"How do you think it went?" Clark asks rhetorically about his break-up with Lana. She didn't understand why and Clark couldn't really explain it. Telling her he slept with someone else would only have made it worse so it came down to just him basically saying that he just didn't feel like it was working and that what he was feeling for her now wasn't love. He hated it.
"She'll get over it," Rayne offers some advice. "Trust me I've been alive long enough to know that the heart heals and moves on."
Clark doesn't comment but hopes she's right. Not just for Lana's sake but his own as well.
As they near the barn, Rayne grabs his arm, stopping him.
Clark looks at her as she sniffs the air. "What?"
"I smell blood," Rayne answers. "Something's wrong," she can just feel it in her bones.
Clark's eyes flash electric blue...and horror comes over his face as he blurs into the barn.
Rayne follows at her own supernatural speed...and inside the barn finds strung up, crucified really, their own intestines used to do it, an older man and a woman.
"Mom, dad," Clark's voice says in anguish.
Rayne swallows hard. That's an anguish she knows too well. It brings flooding back the memories of her own family's murder at his hands. It's so strong she can almost smell him.
Wait.
She sniffs the air.
She can smell him.
"Rat sucking son of a bitch," she mutters.
"I see you haven't forgotten me."
That gravelly voice makes her skin crawl. She spins round and there he is, just as she remembers him. Right down to the stupid beard. "Kagan," she spits out in hate.
"Oh come now," the master vampire says. "A little formal to address your father in such a way."
Rayne nearly throws up right there and then. "Don't you ever stay dead?!" she demands to know. "How many times do I have to kill you?!" she asks because she thought she had long ago.
Kagan chuckles.
"And since when do you care how I address you?" Rayne moves on to that. "You've always referred to me as an 'it', a 'half-breed mongrel'...and those were your nicer terms." Her father cares for nothing. He has no mercy, no pity, no love of any sort. He is in every sense of the term a monster.
"Perhaps I've mellowed in my old age," Kagan says with a sinister smirk.
"And perhaps I've died my hair blond and become an air-head," Rayne sarcastically snaps back and perhaps she's mellowed because once upon a time she would have already attacked him but he wouldn't reveal himself like this after all these years without reason and she needs to know what it is. Still she can manage a threat or 5. "You're going to pay for this," she vows.
"Heard that before I have," he remembers her previous promises against him.
"Why?" a hoarse voice asks. Clark. "Why did you do this?"
Kagan looks at the boy. "Do you think you can destroy my pets and nothing will happen? That there will be no retribution?"
"I knew it! I knew you were somehow behind this!" Rayne proclaims, though she thought more it was his legacy or her siblings behind it. Not that he himself was still alive. "But the question is why?" she wonders. "They were not real vampires. Not turned. Not even hybrids."
"Useful...canon fodder," Kagan describes them as.
"Ah. That I believe," Rayne can accept her father using them as canon fodder in whatever war he plans to start this time. "Still not very proficient or fast. There was only a handful of them," she points out the flaw.
"Viruses...fascinating organisms aren't they. Hijacking cells and using them to make more of themselves."
"The ultimate parasite. Guess you would see the attraction seeing how that's exactly what you are."
Kagan raises a hand and a finger. "Ah, yes and like me they adapt and change...mutate. That's how it came to be in the 1st place and with a push they can make the leap to becoming truly virulent."
"Airborne," Clark realises what he means.
"Clever boy," Kagan says.
Rayne just stares at her father in disbelief. He wants to create an airborne version of that virus that transformed people into... "I always knew you were fucking insane but you're beating your record here."
Kagan again just laughs at her as if she is a child who understands nothing...which from his perspective she is.
That breaks Clark's last nerve and in his grief launches himself at the vampire...only to pass right through him like he's a ghost.
"What the hell," Rayne exclaims as she snaps her blades into place, slices and goes through her father in the same ineffectual manner.
Kagan laughs and pulls out a necklace from under his shirt.
Rayne's eyes narrow as she examines the bejewelled pendant. "The Moldavian Charm of Incorporealism. Where did you get that?" she wonders. As she recalls it makes the wearer...well like the name, incorporeal, unable to be harmed but at least, if she's remembering right, while active he can't attack them either. Stalemate.
"This is only the beginning. This world shall be mine. Consider this a warning," Kagan declares before he walks through the wall and vanishes into the night.
Rayne roars in fury and punches a hole through the damn wall before taking a moment to calm herself. She goes to Clark's side who is on his knees, tears rolling down his eyes as he looks up at his dead parents. Rayne bends down next to him, hand over his shoulders. "He'll pay for this. I swear," she tells him. "I'll help you get them down," she says, her tone softer and more sympathetic, knowing exactly what he's going through.
The next several days are a blur but it ends with Clark burying his parents, all those expressed sympathies and police promises of catching the killer.
Clark can pretty much guess they don't stand a chance of doing that.
And hovering in the background, if you look for her, Rayne.
She should have left, started the hunt for her father but something compelled her to stay. Probably because she's been through what Clark has.
But the time comes she has to leave so here she is on the farm at night, leaning against her car. "I have to go," she tells the clearly broken young man, her voice and manner softer and warmer than she usually manages.
"What will you do?" Clark wonders.
"First, find a counter to that Charm of his," is her first task. Unless she can she can't even touch him let alone kill him as she promised to do. "Once I do, hunt him down and make the rat sucking son of a bitch pay a hundred fold for what he did to both our families."
Clark nods.
Rayne walks round to the driver's side door. "You take care of yourself," is her advice before she opens the door and slides in to the driver's seat. She starts it up and drives off. She's just passing through the gate when in the headlights he appears. She slams the brakes on and swears profusely at the stupid fucking idiotic dickwad. She gets out the car...and glares at him...and then notices he has a packed bag slung over his shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Coming with you," he answers plainly.
Rayne shakes her head. "No way in hell. I work solo now."
"So you have a right to revenge and I don't?" he asks her.
"Clark," she addresses him. "I've seen enough of you to know revenge isn't you and even if it was you're not a killer. Plus you can't fight worth shit."
"Then teach me," he essentially challenges her.
"Do I look like the teaching type?" she asks rhetorically. She shakes her head again. "Go home. Get some sleep and in the morning this will have passed," she tells him as she turns round and gets back in the car...where she finds him in the passenger seat. "Fucko, are you deaf now?"
"I can't let this go. I won't. My parents need justice and you're the only one who can help me make sure they get it so let me tell you what will happen. You can either let me sit here or I can follow you. You can't outrun me. Either way I'm coming with you," he states, his tone broaching no debate.
Rayne opens her mouth yet nothing comes out. She can't remember the last time she was rendered speechless. Damn. So she says nothing, starts the car up again and off they drive.
The present…
So yeah, he won...that battle. Never the war. And yeah, she taught him to fight, mostly because she couldn't deal with a liability on her side. Turns out he learns quick. Even got himself a sword from that alien ice castle of his that was as powerful as any mystical weapon she knew of. Handy.
In truth the training gave him a focus that helped him deal with his grief over his parents. He was better now. Rayne knows how that pain never really fades away completely.
And in between training him and other stuff they had been hunting down her father and the means to defeat him which led them to here.
One of her father's leftovers from when he was a Nazi.
"Time to see if you learned how to dance," Rayne phrases what they are about to do.
"There's a saying that a student is only as good as his teacher."
"Then you should be fucking amazing."
"Well maybe you'll find out tonight when I guarantee you the good time," he says with this panties wetting bad boy smile.
Rayne arches an eyebrow, remembering how when they first met he would blush when she made that kind of innuendo. "Huh and in only 3 months you've come so far. I really am that good," she praises herself before she grabs the lapels of his jacket and kisses him deeply on the lips. "That's a promise for later you better fulfil," she warns him that she wants him to finish what that kiss started. Maybe she's not the settling down type but that doesn't mean she can't have lots and lots of fun with him in the meantime...and one day she swears she'll find out what it takes to actually tire him out. Though with his stamina and hers you can imagine how they can indulge in pretty epic sex marathons.
"I always keep my word," is Clark's response, smiling a little goofily.
"You better," she playfully warns him and now that is out the way, time to take her frustrations out in a more violent way as he and she charge into the undead hordes.
The End.
Author's Note: I don't claim to be that much of an expert on BloodRayne so forgiveness please if she's OOC too much. The sword in Clark's hand is the one he got in Vessel. I felt like doing a slightly darker fic and it is titled Corridors of a Twisted Mind for a reason. Thanks to everyone who has previously written reviews.