Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Of Unexpected Trials ❯ The arrival of three Devils ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

            It was 3:45 p.m. when Azure arrived at her friend Ryans’ house. She would have arrived earlier but he had not answered his cell or his home phone till around 3:30. She put on a heavy sweater and did her best to cover up all her bruises and scratches with make-up. She did not want Ryan to freak out.            &nbs p;“So, what brings you to my enchanted forest?” Ryan said with a smirk on his lips. He and Azure sat in his living room watching tv but not really paying attention to it.              ;“Tsh, some enchanted forest, haha. I came cause I....well...things happened and I have just been having a really tough time figuring out what happened, and what has been happening..I mean I know what happened but..” She held her head low and interlaced her fingers. Ryan was afraid, he did not want to believe that anything too bad had happened he was hopping that it was just something little that she was exaggerating about.            &n bsp;“What do you mean? Are you all right? What happened to you? It’s not serious, is it?” He moved closer to her and scooped her into his arms for comfort. “It’s all right, I’m here now, you can tell me anything, you know that. If there’s anything that I can do to help you know I’ll do it, you can count on that.” She sat up with a sad smile.            &n bsp;“I know.” She gave her smile another whirl. “Yesterday night I was attacked and almost raped. But I was saved by this man...I didn’t really get a good look at him cause I was in complete shock from what happened and I don’t know...you’d think that a savior would be kind, but not him. He killed that other guy. He said something to me but I just can’t seem to remember what.” She looked at the tv with heavy lids and a serious face. “Then that night I had a weird dream I’m pretty sure it was about that guy, maybe.”           & nbsp; “Did you file a police report?” concern and anger in his voice.            &n bsp;“No.”           ;    “Why not? Are you just going to let this man run freely? What if he comes back for you, did you ever think of that? You where a witness to a murder, the last thing a murderer wants is a live witness how can prosecute them.”           &n bsp; “I’m sorry, but can you give me a little sympathy for Crist sake? It happened only a few hours ago. I’ve been so lost on what to do it practically just slipped my mind.”           &n bsp; “I’m sorry, I’m just worrying about you. I just don’t want that mysterious murderer coming back for you in the dead of night.”           & nbsp; “I know. So I take it you couldn’t tell anything was wrong until I told you?”           &nb sp; “Never. I knew for a fact something was wrong from the sound of your voice and how you were dressed and your personality. Make-up and baggy clothes won’t hide anything from me.” He smiled warmly toward her. “You can stay here until you feel safe again, I’m going to go to the police station and file a report. Do you want to come with?”           &n bsp; “No, not really. I just want to rest and clear my mind so that I can get over this thing as quick as possible.” She made herself at home and laid across the sofa they were on, putting her head on Ryans lap.            &nbs p;“Already making your self at home I see.” He started to comb his fingers though her hair, like a father would to his young daughter as comfort. “If you’re going to stay here while I go to the station, I want you to write all the information you can give. What you remember about his features, the other man that was involved, what time, where, what happened, everything, The more you have the more helpful it’ll be. Sound good?”           &n bsp; “Sounds stupendous”          &nb sp;  “Excellent, well I have to get up to get ready then, I can’t go in my work clothes.” He gave a heart-warming laugh. He was about to get up when Azure stopped him midway.            & nbsp;“You don’t have to go right now, I just got here, go later.” She begged. She gave him the saddest look she could possibly pull in order to win him over. He just laughed.              “I know for a fact that you’re just doing that to make me stay, so in order to humor you, I’ll stay until my master says that I can step out of my own house.” They both laughed and started to watch tv. Azure in Ryans lap, and Ryan on the edge of the couch leaning back with his arms behind his head.             &n bsp; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   &nb sp;           A few hours passed making it around eight o’clock when Ryan decided to drive to the police station. He was a little annoyed cause it was a bit late, but then again it was his fault so he really couldn’t do much about it. He and Azure had spent a lot of time just watching tv and busy making dinner that he had completely forgotten about what needed to desperately be done. After dinner they had gone back to the living room to watch a movie, unfortunately neither of them had stood awake long enough to see the end finale. Somehow Azure ended up sprawled on the floor, mouth half open and sleeping like a five-year-old. He looked at her and his eyes softened. She looked so beautiful and so unbelievingly cute that all he wanted to do was hold her in his arms and tell her how much she had truly meant to him. He so longed to be able to hold her as a lover would or to tell her ‘I love you’ with all his heart and have her feel the same way. He would be the happiest man alive. He knew better though, he knew that in order to have that, he’d have to risk their friendship. He had no complaints about how their relationship was now, he only wished it could be a bit more. He came knelt down from the couch and leaned in close to Azures figure. His eyes ate every bit of her. His hands reached out to her small face only to stop a breath away. What if she woke up at his touch? What would he tell her he wondered? Would she get mad at him? In the middle of his inducing, unknown to him Azure had awakened only to find her friend staring at her with his hand reached out to her.            &nbs p;‘What is he doing?’ She though to her self. She waited a few moments until he noticed that she was awake and fully aware of what was going on. She brought her hand up to cup his. Ryan jumped out of his debate realizing the situation he was in, he pulled back his hand quicker than Azure had time to notice. Ryan was breathing unevenly and sat back, his cheeks were a bright red. Azure just smiled.            & nbsp;“H-how long have you just been awake staring at me? He said between gasps. “You scared the crap out of me.” Azures eye brow quirked. She raised her head and rested it on the palm of her hand.            &nb sp;“You, scared? You scared me enough to where I was not able to get anything audible out, let alone moves. What were you doing?” There was an awkward silence between the two. Ryan was running millions of excuses that might pass as moderately believably.           &nb sp; “There was an extremely large black widow on you.” He shook his head and pointed to where it supposedly was.            &nbs p;“Here? On my cheek? Well if there was, why in the name of all the gods would you just stand there looking at me with your hand stretched out? Don’t you know that the larger ones have ten times more poison than the average black widow and not to mention, they can jump about six feet?” She held a serious face and tone which brought him aback.            &n bsp;“Wait, they can really jump?” He didn’t really think that they could, he knew they didn’t, or at least was very sure. He was hoping that the whole incident would just blow over them with this little conversation.              &n bsp;“Seriously though, what where you doing? I don’t believe that there was an abnormally large spider crawling on my face.” She narrowed her eyes and pouted her lips into a smile. Ryan acknowledged defeat and decided to just tell her. Though he would not tell her everything he’d pick at it a bit.            &nbs p;“I just wanted to touch your face. You just looked so innocent, so unlike the actual you. Besides you look like you have soft skin, though I wasn’t sure, with that pound of make-up and all.” He poked her nose and smiled. Azure glared at him. “What?” He said in an innocent voice.            &n bsp;“Do not ‘what?’ me Mr. Deck, I have soft skin, feel!” She brought herself up to him and took his hand in hers. She brought it up to her face and he stroked it lovingly. It felt just like silk he thought, no, softer than silk. He looked into her eyes, and he into hers. They stood there for what almost seemed like forever. Azure was the one who broke the silence.              “There, satisfied are we?” He still had her cheek cupped in his hand. He just wanted this to last forever. He wanted to lean in and kiss her but, should he risk a try? Azure leaned into his hand and closed her eyes.            &nb sp;‘God she’s so beautiful...if only I could taste those lips.’ He thought to himself.              “Your hands are so warm. I like that, It’s very comfortable. You smell good too, I guess you can say it’s almost intoxicating.” She took a deep breath.            & nbsp;“Oh god.” Ryan said in a worried tone. He pulled away from her and stood to his feet.            &nb sp;Azure snapped her eyes open and almost dropped to the floor.            &n bsp;“What? What happened?” She was very confused. Why did he have to ruin such a peaceful thing?            &n bsp;“I’ll be right back, nature is calling to me.” With that he ran up the stairs of his small house and ran into the bathroom. Azure giggled.              “I wonder what made him feel sick, must have been the potato salad, I told him it was bad, but no, he just had to have some.” She laughed again to herself and decided to get ready for bed, it was late and tomorrow would be a new day. “Ryan, I’m going to bed! Goodnight! I hope your insides don’t blow out of you, good luck!” With that she swayed toward her old room she used when they were younger when she slept over. She opened the door and softly shut it behind her.             &nb sp; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   In the bathroom Ryan sat in complete silence. His heart was racing and his face a vibrant blush. He had used the excuse to get away from her, if he had stood where he was, he definitely would have taken a kiss from her. He did not think that Azure knew what she was doing. Or maybe she had intended on everything. He leaned back in the tub. Just as his thoughts where really seeping in, he just realized where he was and how odd it was. He held the thought for a second only to replace it with something actually worth thinking of. He hoped Azure didn’t notice any thing that was going on with him. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He was back to normal and quite tired.            &n bsp;‘I should probably get ready to go to bed. Though...I don’t know whether or not that woman is still there. I don’t want to take the chance so I’ll just camp out here in the tub for a while. Hmm’ Ryan chuckled to himself. What kind of man is afraid to go out of his bathroom in his own house?            &n bsp; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*****~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   Tan ya stood outside of her dorm balcony. ‘I wonder, what is Azure up to?’ She leaned her arms on the bars. She wore pink shorts and a thin button up blouse. And stared into the grey tinted sky. The wind picked up, he hair played in the air as she raised her hand to block it from her view. She held a somewhat detached look in her features. She kept staring blankly into the night sky. Its beauty was mesmerizing and so peaceful that Tanya contemplated sleeping out in the open. It was awfully chilly and she decided against the idea. No matter how wonderful the view, becoming sick and missing classes, was simply out of the question.             ; She made her way back into her room and collapsed on her bed. She was exhausted from all her classes as well as work. She had been asked out by a handsome man, though she had to regrettably refuse the offer. Now was not the time to get busy in the sheets with men she had no time for, though had interest in. She had made it to her first choice school, top in the state. Cal State Grause. She should be happy, her dream had come true and she was on her way to having a great career. Even so, something did not sit right with her. It was probably the fact that for the first time in their lives, since the day they had gotten to know each other, they were separated and unable to see each other every day. She felt that she was missing a part of her, a part of her that no one other than Azure could possibly fill. She smiled at the thought of Azure. She hoped that she’d be able to survive at least one semester without her shadow, it’d be tough, but nothing in life was easy.            &nb sp;A knock on the door was heard. Tanyas head suddenly shot up in a hit of surprise. She wondered whom it could possibly be considering the fact that it was eleven thirty at night. She came to the door and peered through the opening of the door. She did not see anything and decided that whoever it was, decided to just go believing that she was possibly asleep. Though another shock came to her as she heard the bell ring a second time as she was on her way back. She became a little frightened because when glimpsed in the peep hole again, and she was met with a hard shade of black. Were they blocking the peep hole so that she could not see who it was? She chose to just ignore the person, not knowing who it was and the game they were playing were not in the slightest way amusing. She power walked toward her room and closed the door behind her, locking it shut. Her paranoia was starting to get into high gear when the door bell persisted to ring. She sat at the corner of her bed and started to bite her nails, a bad habit she had started in highschool. Maybe she was over reacting she thought, perhaps it was one of her friends and they desperately needed help and she was the only one they could turn to? If it were that, she was quite sure that they’d be calling out to her, or call her on her cell phone. ‘Yes, they know better.’ although the bell continued to chime throughout the apartment, she had made her solid decision to stay in place. If she ever found out who was doing this, she promised they would pay dearly for this fright.              &n bsp;On her desk was her laptop. It was already hooked into the internet so she went over to write her friend an e-mail.                “Hey girl, how you’ve been? You never saw me off the day that I left! What was up with that? I know it’s only been a day but I miss my shadow not following me around and getting me into trouble. So yeah, this school is pretty good. Just like any other school. The plus to this school though, is that I can see that there are a lot of handsome men, it’s fabulous. One of them asked me out, but being who I am I had to reject them. Haha. I have to say though, I really wish that I hadn’t. Oh well, they say doctors aren’t the best lovers anyways. Well at least that’s what I say, haha. Anyways yeah, for some reason someone outside my apartment won’t stop ringing the door bell, it’s starting to freak me out. I might call the cops. It’s been fifteen minutes and this mystery guy is still ringing. Either that or I’ll eventually get really annoyed and bash them over the head with a goddamned hammer. Anyways, I gotta split like a banana and resolve this crisis and get some sleep. Talk to you later.           & nbsp; Your dear friend and sister;                        &nb sp; Tanya <3"                Tanya sent the message with a press of a button and signed off the internet. She thought for a second that whoever was left outside had gone, but that was soon crushed when it went off again. Her fears were gone and were replaced with utter annoyance. She opened the door to her room and was about to march her way toward the front door when she ran into a hard, tall, and dark cloaked object. She was confused but then jolted to fear once she realized it was an actual human being. She was frozen by what she was experiencing the last thing she saw before she passed out, was the front door slightly ajar.            &nb sp;The mysterious man glanced down at fright-stricken girl. A small smirk appeared at the left corner of his perfectly shaped lips, a gleam of a fang in clear view. He loved the things he could do with humans, they were so easily frightened. He knelt down to retrieve her form off the ground. Her head leaned into his chest, her breathing was short and shallow, and she looked quite pale. He looked at her with a menacing stare. He knew this one would be very fun, he never grew bored of doing this, it was one of his favorite pass times as a vampire. His friend Ichiro and Elijah stood outside of the apartment smoking as they were chit chatting and laughing amongst themselves. They turned to the man who stood in the door frame who signaled the rest it was time to leave.            &n bsp;“Ian we headin’ back so soon? Why is she still alive?” Ichiro exclaimed. He was 5'10 and looked like an average Japanese 24 year old. He was just like Ian, only much more vicious and cruel. It did not matter to him what it was he was torturing, just as long as it made an effort to live and made him feel powerful he liked it. Children were his favorite treat. His bangs almost always hung in front of his eyes, one would think that having it like that would impair ones vision but his was very sharp. He’d be able to hit a sparrow more than two hundred feet away with anything you gave him. Every vampire had their special abilities. His were his sharp vision and speed. He wore black baggy pants and a red shirt.            &n bsp;Ian just looked at him without answering the question he had been asked. Knowing his friend, he was probably upset because she was still a whole person and not torn into many bloody parts. Elijah looked up and smiled, unlike the other two he was more of a kinder nature, though when angered, can become just as cruel as the other two, possibly even more so. He was 6'2 looked twenty-seven, had brown eyes and black medium cut hair. It was a wonder how someone like him got paired up with two destructible immortals. Ian had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and stood at 6'0.            &nbs p;The three of them walked down the halls and through the building without walking into anyone unfortunate enough to run into them. They had a car parked in the front. A black GT mustang which looked as if they had just gotten it from the dealer ship. Ian got into the drivers seat as Ichiro sat into the passengers.           &nb sp; “And why the hell can’t I sit in the back with the girl? I promised not to hurt her. I just want to get a closer look.” Ichiros tone was fierce and questioning. Elijah was the one to answer.            & nbsp;“I think the better, more logical question to ask is ‘what means of evidence do we have in order to believe that you won’t hurt this girl?’, I think that one suits better. When you say you won’t hurt them, It usually means, no, always means ‘I won’t cause enough damage to kill them.’ You only have yourself to blame.” Elijah gave him a playful smile.            &n bsp;“Screw you asshole. You’re next on my list, and don’t think for a spilt second I won’t beat you down.” He turned in his seat and attempted to punch Elijah in the face. He did it quickly enough to were not even Ian was able to sense when he had done it till it was all over. Elijah had an extreme tolerance for pain. The attack had made a direct hit in the middle of his face. A trickle of blood came gushing down dripping off his chin and onto Tanyas relaxed face. Ichiro pulled back to see the damage he inflicted on Elijah. He glared at him.            &nbs p;“I’m sorry Ichiro but, you’d have to try a lot harder, and I mean, a lot harder to actually hurt me in anyway.” He told him this in a calm manner but his eyes mocked Ichiro. His ability to regenerate at an extreme pace made it possible for him to walk in the day light. It was a rare ability to gain naturally, and an extremely hard ability to gain, unless given to by a natural holder. Ichiro was about to go at it again but was stopped by Ian.            &nbs p;“Stop.” He did not look at him. He just stared straight onto the street before him.            &nbs p;Elijah wiped away the blood from his face as well as the blood on Tanya. He was very gentle as not to wake her. He did not enjoy causing pain to people that did not deserve it. Sure he did not mind taking the life of a human when it came to feeding, but that was completely different, it was something that needed to be done.            &nb sp; They all arrived home about an hour later. They lived in a private area hidden in a deep forest away from most people. They had ten acres all to themselves. Their mansion had seven large rooms on the bottom floor and seven on the top floor. Along with that they had a hidden basement below their estate. A large area that looked like a torture chamber in movies. They never used it though, they found it to be too complicated to have to go all the way down to the basement. Whatever they did with anyone, they did it in the comfort of any of the unoccupied rooms.            &n bsp;Ian brought Tanya into one of the rooms upstairs right next to his. Elijah grabbed a book from one of the book cases from his side of the house and sat himself on a near by couch and brought his hand to his chin. His thumb was placed under his chin while his forefinger was stretched to the side of his face. His other fingers rested upon his lips. This was his usual position whenever he read or when he was in deep thought. Ichiro on the other hand had run off into the night.            &n bsp;The room that Ian had left Tanya in was extravagant. It had a queen sized bed in a dark forest type cover. It had posts on all four sides and a white veil surrounding it. The pillows where made in the same beautiful design and silk. The walls where covered in a forest of leaves that had a light coffee color for the background, the same color used for the carpet. There was a piano right next to the window which was located at the far left of the room. The bed was in the middle of the wall to your immediate right as you came into the room. The furniture was a rich dark brown, made of the finest wood you could find.            &nb sp;Ian placed Tanya on the right side of the bed. He looked at her and took in her features. He was still thinking about what he should do with her. Depending on how she was when she woke up would truly decide her fate to him. If he did not find her to his liking he’d give her to one of the other two to do as they like with her. It did not matter to him, she was just another piece of meat to him. He left the room shutting the door behind him without looking back.            &nb sp;He made his way down the hall and was about to go down into the living room where Elijah was when he passed Ichiro. He stopped mid stride and turned around.            & nbsp;“If you even dare to touch that girl, I swear to you, I will kill you in the most horrid way imaginable.” Ichiro did not even flinch from his threat, he knew better than to mess with anything Ian brought home. He just waved his hand in the air to show he understood and went into his room.            &nb sp;Ian saw Elijah in what he would consider Elijahs favorite chair. More often then not, you would be able to find him there, either lost in a book, sleeping, resting, or anything that insisted that you sit. Ian advanced toward Elijah without making a sound. He stood in front of him and gave a small ‘ahem’. He received no notion of recognition. He sighed a bit annoyed. He did not like to be ignored, by anyone.            & nbsp;“Elijah.” His eyes shot up to met Ians blue pair.            &nb sp;“Yes, what is it?” He was still in his reading position, in hopes that the conversation would be over quickly enough so he could get back to his book without getting out of the atmosphere of its story.            &n bsp;“You know I do not like it when you ignore me, you always have your nose in some damn book. What pleasure do you find in reading that you can not find in a human woman?”           & nbsp; “Ha, well now.” He placed a piece of paper between the pages he was on and laid the book down on the small table besides him. He sat up and folded his fingers in front of his face. “To answer your question I enjoy reading more than I do ravishing a woman is because I enjoy leaning new information and I love getting lost in a new story. I sometimes like to put myself in the characters position and go along for the journey.” He smiled up at Ian.            &nbs p;“That is just ridiculous. Why on earth would you put yourself in a book?” he gave him a weird look.            &nb sp;“Have you ever tried it? It’s very enticing, It’s like you’re living in a completely different world.” He brought his hands down to his lap.            &nbs p;“To be honest, I have tried that, it just makes me feel a bit awkward.” He brought a chair to sit on in front of Elijah.            & nbsp;“I see. Well, I think that the only reason why you feel awkward is because you’re just not use to doing it enough. There are tons of books I know you would like over in the book cases.”           & nbsp; “Hn, I am sorry, but I think I am going to have to pass on that offer. I prefer the feel of a womans soft touch to a hard cover of literature.” He said in a snotty tone. “How about you start having more of an exciting life with the many women of this world? I am beginning to think you are turning into what they call a ‘fag’.” He leaned back, he felt he had won something, but did not really know what he was wining.            & nbsp;“Now why on earth would they call me a cigarette?” Elijah teased.            & nbsp;“A fag is not a cigar.” Ian narrowed his eyes. He knew that Elijah was just trying to win this little dispute with sarcasm.              “As a matter of fact, ‘fag’ is what the British call a cigarette. When I last checked that is what it said. You should most definitely start reading the dictionary.” He smirked. “That way you won’t be confused with word meanings.”          &nbs p;  “Shut your bloody mouth. You know what I am speaking of. A man who engages in fornication with another man.” He was starting to both like and dislike this argument. Elijah, as different from the other two as he was, was the only one he could hold a conversation with. Ichiro was so foul mouthed and had such a low variety of vocabulary. He should be the one getting lectured for not reading enough.            & nbsp;“Oh, would you by any chance be referring to a homosexual?” he said innocently.           &nb sp; “No, I was calling you gay.” The man in front of him was unbelievable, but this was better than just lounging around the house doing nothing.              “Why thank you for noticing, I am actually quite happy right now.”           &nb sp; “You like to be a smart ass don’t you?”           &nb sp; “Nonsense, how on earth did you get that idea? I just like to be an informant.”          &nb sp;  “I think you’re just trying to avoid the fact that what you crave for, is a mans penis. You queer”           &n bsp; “Maybe. You never know, or maybe you do know, but I don’t. What you did get correct that I am I very sure of though, is that I am odd. To a certain extent of course.”              “All right, I am done with this conversation. You are just too much.” He smirked. “I am going to the music room.” He got up and headed out the room.            &nb sp;“Don’t be too loud, I will be reading. Please.” He gave a smile of future gratitude.           &nbs p; “I’ll think about it. After that, I feel like making your reading experience unpleasant.” He turned and continued to walk before he finished the sentence. He knew that if he had given Elijah the chance he would have just said something annoyingly sarcastic.             &n bsp;   Ian looked into the music room. Nothing out of the ordinary. He was in the mood to hear some music, not just hear it, but to play it. His favorite instrument was the violin. You could make it sound soothingly sweet or make it a horrid screaming sound, like the way his victims usually made. It all just depended on how he felt. This evening he was feeling chipper. He had gotten a great feast, very entertaining to say the least, and to add to that was a new girl to decorate the house.            &n bsp;Ians musical fingers played the notes as if he was playing it for the hundredth time. Never missing a beat. It could be heard all around the mansion. Even if Ichiro would never admit to Ian about enjoying his skill, he still found it relaxing when he was securely alone to do so. Elijah on the other hand told him he should play more often, but only in good moods.            &n bsp;Elijah looked up from the book to glance at the nearby grandfather clock. It read three thirty. “Wonderful” he said aloud and went back into his book of one of shake spears famous plays. He started to hum the hymn which Ian was playing, his voice just as lovely as the music playing. How could he possibly concentrate on reading when such marvelous music was playing? He placed the book down once more and leaned back eyes closed and body relaxed. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep dreams filled with musical notes.            &n bsp;In his room, Ichiro was sharpening a various collection of knives and other sharp objects intended for cause of death. The music from down stairs found its way into his head. He tilted his head and smirked.              “HN, what a wonderful time to have such lovely music play. It fits my mood just perfectly, though, a little bit of metal to go along with that, would do even better.” He brought one of the daggers eye level and marveled at it. He Turned it around every way observing himself within the reflection it. His imagination made a visual of what possibilities lie in store for his lovely. He imagined it being plunged into a helpless animal, and him just watching it squirm, knowing that he was the only one who held the power to end its suffering. Even better, was that woman whom his friend had brought in from that apartment. If it was off limits to him, it only made it that much more desirable for him to take. His mind made up all the things he would do to her. He would make her scream for mercy. She would beg and beg and beg. Would he listen? Of course he would not. He would be enjoying it far too much to do such a thing. He’d have her tied up and would rape her, over and over until he was about to faint. Blood would be gushing out from every opening of her body as he sucked her dry. He became aroused just thinking about it. ‘God’ he thought to himself, ‘I need a good fucking and torture kill’. At the moment though that was not possible, it was too close to dawn to get a potential victim and it was too early to try and attempt to do anything to the girl. Soon or later, he knew he was going to be able to get what he wanted. He would make it happen, Ian will get tired of her very quickly just as every other one before her. Since Elijah never took part in their entertainment, it was always his for the taking. It was all a mater of patience, a patience that was getting harder and harder to control. His member was throbbing with want. He got up from what he was doing and grabbed a jar of blood that he kept from past joyrides. The blood brought back the memory and the feeling he felt that day. He shoved his hand into the jar and splattered its contents on his arousal and started to pump with ferocity. As he did this, his laughter filed the room, chilling the air.

TBC...

A/n: I have to say, I really enjoyed writing this I really wanted to get home from work just to write this, haha. Holidays suck, its busy as hell and people just become mindless stupid zombies. PEOPLE, if you see a spill and we are trying to clean it, please refrain from walking over or across it. Go AROUND it. Damn. Lol. Just thought I’d get that out. Anyway yeah, reviewing would be a very nice thing. Its thanksgiving, come on, be kind. I bag your groceries ya damn lazy bastards. LOL. Just kidding I love you guys.

          &n bsp; ~cass

 

 

 

 

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