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"Sessa! Bite thy tongue fool!" she snapped. Voice low, silky like poison leaking from her lips. The words this soon to be, dead man spoke weren't true. There was no way they could be. But they did bring back memories that were beyond real. "Xander.......what do you know about Xander?" she whispered in his ear. Red lips dangerously close to his neck. Closer than he'd want.

" nothing" he shakily answered." nothing more than his name." she licked his neck. "You lie... I can feel it in your pulse." he quivered. With a smile, she pinned him against the wall. Both wrists, one hand. She laughed at his easy defeat. She kissed him; the lips, and pulled a dagger from his belt. "Hmm. now what could this be for?" she asked raising an eyebrow. His eyes grew." Oh no...."

"OHH YES!" she hissed, delighted.” what were you sent here for? You disgusting little blood bond! What did he tell you to do?" she stared at him with deaths fiery eyes. He was sure he was going to die tonight. She tossed the blade up, catching it at the handle as it fell. Its silver blade glistened in the moonlight. In the handle, an ankh, entwined with thorns and two roses was carved. "Only two. One for Xander…and one for me…” the sadness turned amusement. The tip only made a slight indent in his skin before it bled. He screamed, either out of fear or pain. round and round she trailed on his skin." you know, when I was a girl, I loved to draw." she took a step back to admire her work. Letting go his now crushed wrists, he fell to the pavement. "Tell Xander I said thanks for the message." she then pulled out a Marlboro, lit it and walked away hungry still.



Her clothes clung tightly to her every step, soaked by the rain. Pissed it kept burning out her cigarette. "Damn” she said to no one. Out of the ally onto the street. Pathetic being here, neon sign there. cars splashed by and rain fell heavily as she settled on her usual corner.” the best way for fast food". She thinks, leaning against the always fading lamp post. "Xander sent me to find you…”………. "What could he want? Last I checked, almost slicing one's throat doesn't leave you on good terms.

"Hey there beautiful." back to reality. A red mustang and slightly hairy man

“Hi there…” sweet, innocent. “Lure the fly.”

“So what’s your charge?”

“Well, it depends. What do you want?” seductive now. “Take the bait. “

“Put simply, I want you. All of you.”

“Funny I was thinking the same thing.”

“400$ and a place to stay for the night. Discounted ‘cus you’re cute.”

“Alright then, get in.”

The car smelled like cigars and vomit. The vinyl seat stuck to her thighs.

“At least he’s relatively attractive. He could use a shave, but he has pretty eyes.”

At every sign or red light, he’d check her legs or tits.

“You’re a very beautiful woman.” he said slightly in awe. She placed her hand close to his zipper, and kissed him full mouth in response. Stopping only at the shriek of the car horn behind them. He pushed the gas; she left her hand in place.

The house, in which he lived, was slightly better than his car. It lacked the scent of vomit. He opened then door and held it open for her as she walked in. she lingered, in the dim room looking around, as he headed for the bedroom. His anxiousness made her stomach queasy. Time seemed to slow, as every second passing made her grow twice as hungry, thrice as cold. Lights turned on, she grimaced.

“Too bright. Can you turn those off? How about some candles.” she pulled out a lighter, he found some candles and set them at odd places around the room. Then left.

“Make yourself at home!” he screamed from another room.

“Gladly”

Sitting on the bed, it sunk beneath her weight. She reached down and unzipped one boot and slipped it off, then the other. Leaving them in a pile on the floor. She stood up and began to unzip her tank top… he stood, watching from the doorway. The tank top was off, and her long black hair was down before he approached her.

It started off with a simple kiss. Then two, then three. They moved closer to each other, he unsnapped her bra. She unzipped is pants. Three more full kisses, she let him throw her on the bed. He pulled her skirt off and tugged his boxers down, then slithered his way up to her.

Starting at her crotch, he kissed her; licked her inside. Gasps and moans were the only words spoken. He kissed a trail from her belly button to her neck. More moans of a conversation. Then he was in with a quick easy glide.

“Oh my!!!”

In and in and out, in and in and out. She rolled over, pinning him by his chest. He smiled at her; she helplessly returned the gesture and kissed him.

“I can’t kill you…ha-ha…you’re going to be around for a while love.”

She pulled off of him, kissing her way down. Stopping, she kissed him once more before she swallowed him. His turn to talk…she rolled her tongue, then let go. Licking her way back to his lips, kiss. To his neck; she pecked it. Gentle, right at the curve…she looked at him, his eyes were closed. She had slid him back inside of her.

In and in and out, in and in and out.

He was lost in enjoyment; her teeth sharp as a razor. His skin turned to butter as they sunk beneath the surface.

“Bloody kisses are sweeter than sex”

He screamed, not sounds of pleasure. She sent webs of haze through his mind.

“Calm” she thought to him. His screams turned to pleasure…

“Hmm your name is Jordon; well it’s nice to meet you. Though most people do this before hand, everyone is different. Ha-ha.”

Warm life flowed from within him, rolled over her tongue and snaked down her throat. Heating every inch of her body cold from death. Crimson leaked everywhere as she let go. Not enough was taken to kill him, but enough to sooth her stomach. He was uncurious as she slid of him and the bed to the floor. She searched for the dagger she’d taken from Xander’s lackey earlier; it was in her pile of boots.

“The worm was good for something.”

She climbed back onto the bad and lifted his head, then took the blade and made a small, thin line above her breast. He only needed a little; she wasn’t going to change him. Just make him a bond. It beaded and bled showing bright against her skin. She pulled him close making him drinks, stopping him before he took too much. Finished, she laid him down and covered him up. Then went to take her ritualistic “after-sex-shower”. Viewing what was left of her reflection, she saw red lipstick smeared little to either side of her mouth. She reached up to wipe it off.

Her strait black hair was wrapped in little tangled knots down to her butt. She noticed how her body seemed both thick and thin at once. Her demanding, black eyes were the only things truly visible in the mirror. She stared hard trying to see the girl she used to, but got nothing more than the bare out line that she got. She gave up and started the shower. Standing there, she let the water roll off her body; cold inside no matter how hot the water is.

She washed and was done. Then went back to bed and slept.

When she woke up the next morning, it was still raining. Next to her was Jordon, still sound asleep. The cut above her breast had healed, leaving no trace of the night before. Things like this still amused her.

She was hungry again. She hadn’t eaten much the night before; she needed to. She glanced at her one-night lover once more, and then removed the covers looking for clothes.

She found her skirt from the night before as well as her tank top, the skirt was still soaked. She searched for pants in his dresser, and pulled out a pair of paint-stained jeans. Putting them on. They hung at her hips and were wide in the legs.” comfy”. Then found her tank top, it turned out not to be as wet, she put it on, and left.

The rain was slightly lighter than that of the night before. The smell as invigorating. She hoped this hunt would be quick and simple; she wanted to get back to Jordon. She searched her …his pockets, searching for anything similar to a cigarette, instead she found a dollar bill. She put it back, and kept walking. She watched people pass her by, as someone grabbed her from behind, putting a blade to her throat. She was almost certain that she saw Xander watching her from across the street.

She let the stranger pull her into the ally, as she chuckled in her mind; I like it when my food comes to me.

She was spun around and put face to face with another bond. This one reeked of Xander. She rolled her eyes.

“I am Jareth. Xander’s fiercest fighter and I’m letting you know you’ll be lucky to leave this fight alive.”

She smiled nicely,

“Why hello Jareth, I’m letting you know I’m already dead.”

She pushed him off of her, and pulled the dagger from her boot.

He threw a punch at her, she ducked. Body slamming him into the brick wall opposite them. She had him pinned.

“Fiercest huh? That’s sad” she smiled at him again

Glaring at her” I’m not done….” he pushed against in a failing attempt to shove her off.

This game is more fun when the other person knows how to play. Oh well, breakfast is served.

She held him against the wall one hand on his chest, dagger at her side. She put it to her throat, point beading crimson. He couldn’t move.

Kissing his neck, he quivered. She cut his skin like butter, taking in the warmth leaking from him. Blood ran over her lips and washed over her tongue. Then down her throat, she was almost lost. Almost. Something strange was there, something didn’t belong. Pulling the dagger away from her breakfast she clenched it, turning around.

“Hello love, I got your message.” a voice smooth and velvety. She had the urge to melt where she stood, tangled with the urge to rip him apart and push puree. Instead, she kept tense and didn’t speak. She was still, eyes focused; she watched him.

“Come, now Nika… no words for an old friend and lover. Nothing you want to say?” he jested, smiling wide.

“Bite me.” voice venomous.

“, I already did that dear. Remember?” he replied pointing to the faint scar he had left her. I remember. What the hell are you doing here? I thought I lost you in Ireland.

“I suppose you’re wondering what I’m doing here. Well, I was in town, and I just couldn’t resist the urge to visit my favorite lover.” he moved forward and swept her cheek with his fingers. She twinged and thought of Jordon back at the apartment. Curious as to what he thought of her missing; if at all.

“Am I really your favorite?” sweet, innocent, lure the fly” did you really miss me? Is that why you sent one bond after intent on finding, then killing me? That said, you should know that your fiercest might as well be four and in pigtails.” smiling, she pointed to the lump on the ground. ”although, he did make a good breakie. Did you really think you could hold me back? C’mon now Xan, you know me better… or so I hoped“. She looked at him, challenge on her face. He simply smiled back, as she started to back away slowly. He grabbed her wrist.

“And did you really think, after all these years, I was going to let you leave? C’mon now Nika, you know me better… or so I hoped.”

She watched him all over. From his stance to the smile on his face, landing on his eyes; just as black as her own. He stood with his feet but a few steps apart, one hand in his pocket…..the other held her wrist, nails digging into her skin, beading blood.

“What are you really here for Xander?” she questioned.

“I just wanted to see you. That’s all…”he spoke disgustingly innocent. Using the grip on her wrist, he pulled her closer to him. She tried to get away and failed.

He still smelled the same; sweet like sugar, cold like smoke…and it did everything it had always done to her. She shivered inside with a re-awakened longing, and a growing hatred. She shot at him with her mind. He slammed into the brick wall behind them. She ran; he ran after her.

Pushing her way through throngs of people, mothers scooped their children up…others just cursed at her. Either way she didn’t care. Run. She turned down another ally, and jumped the wall landing on someone’s roof. She stopped, walked to the edge facing the street, and then sat.

She watched as Xander shoved his way up the street, saw him push a crippled lady into traffic. Left no time to move out of the way of a speeding business man, late to a meeting no doubt. Nika saw in slow motion the woman be shattered to pieces and land into a pile of bloody human flesh. Watched as a gay man was mugged and beaten, his boyfriend unconscious next to him… not even two blocks in the other direction. Then he was behind her. No one moved…no one wanted to.

Tense, she waited to feel the blade against her neck. Payback for the scar she had left him, instead he sat next to her.

“It is a pity,” he spoke with a mix of power and amusement. Nika kept looking at the street; children were dancing with the cars. Seeing who almost dies first.

“That none of these people will know the world you and I share, my beautiful Nika. That they will never know real power, or the change of time. All they know is school…sex…bills. Then some worry about raising disgusting children to be like them. Then the die.” he smiled at her.” be it suicide, homicide, sickness, or the ever-growing. Old age. They die. We don’t. Why do you insist on hiding within these creatures? Spending your time ting to be like them? When all you do is use them and throw them away. I do you believe your words to me were I ‘m no animal. That seems animalistic to me. You know why my darling, darling Nika?

It’s because they are simply here for to feast on; for our amusement. They are the mouse to your cat so to speak, it is only the natural order to things.”

She kept her fist clenched, knuckles white holding the dagger.

I’m no animal, nothing compared to you. He softly swept her cheek, and forced her to turn towards him.

He looked longingly into her eyes, she looked back….

“Nika love, please come back to me.”

She smiled at him, and spat in his face. Turning back to the dancing children, she spoke with anger in her voice:

“Don’t you ever remember being human? How being 50 WAS living forever? How can you say they’re just here? And I am NOT an animal! I’m a slave, chained to this disease you’ve given me. You’re the animal, I’m the bitch.”

She didn’t look at him as she jumped from the roof, landing on the ground with grace. Walking, she knew he would show up again. But right now that was the least of her worries. Her concerns were with a simple pack of cigarettes, on the floor of an apartment, owned by a human she’d known for but a night.