Mine

I was late for work. There were many ways that I enjoyed being a waitress, but getting up for the breakfast shift was not one of them. Waitressing when one is half asleep is asking for trouble.

But I asked for trouble so nicely. I got my cute little apron on and put my long brown hair up in pigtails, as they are endearing and adorable. Being likable is important as a waitress. I managed to summon a cheerful smile as I approached my first customer.

"Good morning! My name is Emily and I will be serving you today. Do you know what you'd like to drink?"

The blatant cheerfulness was often an act, but I really did enjoy interacting with customers. At least most of the time. In this case the customer was a friendly older couple that had apparently been trained to have breakfast promptly at six-thirty. That's what most of the customers were at that point. They were generally easy to deal with.

I went to go make their drinks. Just as I finished delivering them and asked if they were ready to order--they weren't--I saw a new customer be seated in my section. A lone young man. I'd taken something of an interest in such things as what kinds of customers come when, and he was an unusual statistic. Fun, interesting.

"Hello, my name's Emily and I will be your server this morning. Could I go ahead and take your drink order?"

The man was odd. He was not the type that usually ate at diners. I could tell by the vaguely awkward way he sat with his hands in his lap as if he wasn't sure exactly what the situation called him to do with them. He wasn't apparently uncomfortable, though, just a bit stiff.

But when I addressed him, he smiled at me. And for some unexplainable reason it reminded me of that dream I'd had two weeks previous. Weird.

But I was nothing if not professional when it came to my job. But I was kind of proud of myself that I fully kept my composure when thoughts of that dream came. Ever since I woke up that morning, I'd found myself nearly obsessing about it, and it always got a reaction from me. Until that moment I'd managed to avoid that dream at work.

When I came back with his water I asked him what he'd like to order.

"I'm sure you have the experience here, what would you suggest?"

I felt myself blush. How very unexpected. His voice had an odd, attractive, cultured accent that I couldn't place. And the way this guy seemed to focus on me so fully when he spoke to me was...I didn't want to name the feeling. Wait, he'd asked me a question! Get a hold of yourself, Emily.

I'd learned long before that this question meant, 'what would I like?' not 'what are your quirky culinary habits?' And mine were somewhat quirky.

"Meat lover's eggs benedict is my favorite," I replied. He seemed just quirky enough to enjoy my type of stuff. Anything that allows you to eat steak for breakfast--with hollandaise sauce--is good in my book.

He smiled at me again, "That sounds perfect."

Yay, happy. I'd gotten better and better at reading customers as I'd worked at the diner, it made me happy. I grinned and told him that I'd have it right out.

Right after I submitted the order to the kitchen, my grin faded. His voice...I had heard it before. It made a shiver rustle up my spine, and then I remembered. It was the same voice from that bloody dream! I was spooked. I'd fancied myself vaguely psychic for the past few years, but that doesn't mean that I should be dreaming up inappropriate dreams to do with future customers! And that was kinda impossible anyway. I'd never even had any actually significant dreams before that, either. Really, really weird.

I shook off the feeling as best I could and went to get the order from my elderly couple. Time to be enveloped completely by the 'cheerful' mask for the rest of the shift. I was a waitress that knew when she'd hit her limit of safe creativity-use for the day.

When I was forced to return to incubus-man's table, my facade was secure and I smiled brightly at him. I could swear that he almost frowned at me. But I wasn't really noticing. I presented his food, refilled his water, and dashed busily to another table.

Incubus-man still made me feel...weird. I'd be relieved when he was gone. I soon passed him his check.

He tipped me twenty dollars. That was more than twice the cost of his entire meal. Apparently incubus-men were useful for something in real life. As it were.

But him leaving did not make me feel any better. I was preoccupied the entirety of my shift.

When I got off early that afternoon I put up my apron with a sigh. I loosened my hair from its confines and shook it out free. I wished I had spoken to him more. It felt like a wasted opportunity, and it kept tugging at the back of my mind.

Well, I concluded, I wasn't the 'smitten' type, but not even I was free from the allures of a beautiful man.

I walked out of the side door and circled around the building to walk home, as I always did. Suddenly arms wrapped around me and I was pulled back flush against a solid male body. A deep purr vibrated through me.

For a long moment my mind froze. Then I stiffened and opened my mouth to scream, but a hand covered my lips.

"It's me. I found you," he said to me. "I told you I would. Don't be afraid."

He removed his hand, I screamed, and he clapped it back on. He sighed. "Don't do that, Emily."

I struggled a bit, but quickly found that I had no chance at all of over-powering him, his arms were like bands of surgical stainless steel. We were in a stalemate for a good ten seconds while I furiously attempted to think. To my frustration, thinking did not come easily in this...creepy-stalker's arms. But... Mm. He was warm, nice.

I tightened my jaw against that thought. What was wrong with me? And then... I could feel myself getting in a weird mood. I felt hopelessly restless, but at the same time highly content being in the creepy-stalker's arms. What on earth? I did my best to push the feeling aside and use my brain like a sensible, rational person.

There was a note of concern in his voice as he spoke next, "You remember, right? The dream. Your human tendencies didn't make you forget, did they?"

I nodded my head carefully.

"I shouldn't ask more than one question at a time..." he grumbled to himself. I almost giggled. "You remember?"

Again, I nodded.

"Then why the fuck are you afraid?" he demanded.

Same reason as in that ridiculous dream. I lifted an eyebrow.

"You aren't supposed to be afraid of me," he informed.

Well, excuse me for not living up to your expectations, creepy-stalker-man. I lifted the brow higher.

"How about this, if I let go of you so we can talk, will you agree to not scream?"

I thought for a moment, then nodded.

The hand covering my mouth was moved. "I don't believe you," was the first thing I said.

He gave me a quizzical look. "What's not to believe?" he asked, as if I wasn't getting something quite central to what was going on.

"Back up, let's start somewhere else," I intoned. "Let go of me, creepy-stalker-man, so I can lay a restraining order on your ass. What's your name? I'll need to know that. Unhand me."

"Don't tell me you can't feel it."

"I feel it alright, buddy, and I want to know what you used to drug me. Feels illegal, possibly damaging."

He looked even more quizzical, and somewhat amused, I thought. "Your soul crying out to break free of your human mentality and consummate our bond feels like a drug to you?"

"My wha--?!"

"What exactly do you think is going on?" he interrupted.

"Ah... I was on my way home from work when a crazy man grabbed me and drugged me...somehow...with likely plans to molest and/or rape me sometime in the future unless I can a) escape, or b) talk my way out of it?"

The words had scarcely escaped my lips before I was turned around and enveloped in a fierce hug. "No wonder your so skittish," he murmured to me, "Human society really is an awful thing for us. Trust your instincts and relax, my darling. You're safer than you have been in a while."

I wasn't budging an inch. Skittish? Ha. Skittish my ass. "What are you on?" A better question might have been, what am I on? I felt the urge to just relax in his arms and possibly fall asleep; not a relaxing prospect.

"You can't deny it, dear, you submitted in First Contact. You can't just renounce everything now."

"Despite evidence to the contrary," I announced, "I do not believe that that...that dream," shivers ran up my spine, "actually happened. Neither do I believe that you, creepy-stalker-man, could have had anything to do with such a dream if it had happened. The reason I believe this is that it is comforting to me."

He looked confused for a moment before he seemed to come to a decision. "You have submitted to my Will. I want things to be easy for you, Emily. If you don't know that now then you will in the future. But right now... I'm sorry, this might be somewhat frightening..."

How fangs got so close to my neck without me noticing, I'll never know. But then they began to press against the delicate skin, breaking through with a strong spark of pain that made me squeak. I tried to lean away from it, but the man held me fast. And the fangs went deeper. I think I began to thrash in panic, but, as we've established, this guy was strong. Then he began to suck.

At that point I think I fell into some kind of trance. I was very aware of him and especially his fangs, but I could feel nothing of anything beyond that. Then I began to be aware of something bright and sharp in my blood, rushing with crazed fervor through veins and arteries towards the jugular. It felt like everything was humming with energy and waiting for something. Then it touched his fangs and everything boiled over.

I got an impression of falling sideways before I was out.

I came back into consciousness with a start. That thing... It had been dormant in my blood and he awakened it. I could feel it being integrated with who I am, and in turn awakening desires within me.

My eyes snapped open, I sat up, and he was there. He flashed me a sexy smile, revealing prominent fangs. He dipped his head down and licked the bite marks on my neck. On contact a cross between a growl and a purr started up in my throat. I laced my fingers through his dark hair and yanked his face away from my neck so I could claim his lips.

I may have initiated the kiss, but he soon took over. His scent was all around me, driving me wild as fangs nipped my lips. I nipped back with a sound of satisfaction. He drove me back down against...a bed? Yeah, probably. Didn't matter.

"Emily..." he groaned.

I smirked at him, "Yes, and what's your name?"

"Call me Kazimir," he purred against my ear.

"Kazimir..." I echoed.

He licked my neck in approval and I shuddered at the sensations. "You are my mate and we are about to consummate our bond."

His words barely registered, but I found that I believed it. Not so much that I believed it, but it was true. His lightly clawed hands were undoing buttons down my white blouse. I ran a hand across his already bare chest. I found myself getting...wary. The lust-haze was still there for sure, but... "Kazimir... Isn't this going too fast?"

"No, dearest, this is how it has to happen. There will be more time for explanation later, but Transformation has already begun." Buttons were undone and he was peeling the shirt off.

And I didn't want him to be able to just claim me so easily. The awakening of whatever-it-was was feeding me that just as surely as it was feeding me the heat that was burning beneath my skin. He would have to prove that he could take me, or else he didn't deserve me.

I caught him by surprise and managed to get out from under him. I crouched defensively on the other side of the bed, waiting for him to react. I was not disappointed. He bit off a curse and lunged at me with a possessive growl. I met him head on and our lips crashed together in a truly combative kiss. Tongues and teeth fought for dominance, and neither of us were taking any prisoners. Growling grunts filled the air.

We broke off at the same time. Our eyes locked, my blue and his gold. Then mine slipped closed for a moment as I panted for breath, and he took it as his opportunity. I was flat on my back again before I knew it.

"Say that you're mine," Kazimir commanded as he finished removing my top.

"You're mine," I agreed easily with a purr.

"But that's not what I asked."

He dipped his head down to lavish attention on the bite mark on my neck. I gasped out as he sucked on it roughly and my hips bucked involuntarily when he teased it with his fangs.

I was pinned beneath him, yet not relaxing into submission."What you asked is a question better left to you. Am I yours? Can you make it so?" I leaned up and licked the nearest bit of flesh, his upper arm as it happened, seductively.

"You are mine and it is already so. I will not always be so indulgent with your questioning of my claim," he teased, but meaning every word. Then he kissed me again, another kiss of dominance.

The kiss grew harder and he drove my head back against the bed. He then released my swollen lips and leaned his forehead against mine. "Give in, darling."

"Make me," I commanded, somewhat breathlessly.

When his eyes flared so pale a gold that it was almost silver, I knew somewhere in my lust-filled brain that that particular challenge was a bit too far. My pants and underwear were gone before I realized that he was removing them.

He dipped a finger between my folds as his fangs grazed the bite mark. The double sensations forced a short, involuntary howl from my throat. He continued to tongue the mark as his finger flicked across my clit again and again. I was gasping and headed towards complete lust-craze.

Then he pulled back. I was still gasping as he nipped the tip of my nose. "Now what do you say, my dearest?" His voice was low and husky.

I paused for a moment, then smiled and relaxed, tilting my chin up slightly to expose my neck. The image of submission to the alpha.

With a triumphant growl-purr he leaned down and grazed his fangs against the mark again. My hips gave another involuntary jerk. I moaned. "Kazi..mir..." I probably intended to say something else, but at that moment he claimed my lips again.

And at that moment a kiss was simply not enough. Things were escalating, I could feel my heart rate quicken, my breath quicken, my body tense in anticipation. A sudden sense of urgency overcame me. I hardly cared at that moment that I was mood-swinging like crazy, or was even able to notice. I pawed at him and a whimper escaped my throat.

He took charge immediately. I was certainly incapable of thinking at the time, but if I had I might have thought it unfair. He seemed to know what my crazed instincts were going to throw at me next. He leaned his upper body on top of mine, as I would almost certainly have started to thrash in frustration if I wasn't well pinned. He tilted his mouth against my ear and whispered calming, soothing, and provocative things that I could not have really paid attention to for anything.

He used one of his legs to wedge my legs apart and one of his hands came down and caressed my folds. I bucked and he nipped my ear to make me still. He inserted a finger inside me. His finger crooked and I gasped. Then he began pumping, his thumb seeking out my clit.

Aghh, it wasn't enough. My head was buzzing with pleasure and unfulfillment, but I knew that it wasn't enough.

Another finger joined the first, stretching me somewhat. A both pleased and frustrated growl emitted from my throat. It was better, but it wasn't enough.

Then he started thrusting his fingers in and out of my hole. And he kept thrusting. And he kept thrusting. And it became maddening because they kept bringing me closer, but they could never take me all the way. And he kept thrusting.

A small whine escaped my lips. He chuckled against my ear and kept thrusting. His chuckle was just as maddening as his fingers. I snorted and suddenly reared my head up to bite his shoulder. My teeth lengthened as I bit down, breaking skin and drawing blood.

He stilled with a grunt. I dislodged my fangs and licked at his blood with satisfaction, nearly able to ignore the throbbing between my legs at his rich taste. It satisfied something inside me, at least for a moment.

"Do you want it, Emily?"

His husky voice made me pause mid-lick. I nodded, switching my focus from his wounded shoulder to his face. "Give it to me, Kazimir."

His eyes narrowed slightly as we looked at each other and then we both went wild. His fingers slid out of me and his hands grabbed at me roughly, pulling me hard against him. I clawed scratches down his back and he uttered a throaty sound that can't be properly described in words.

I could feel his hardness pressing against my hip and I wanted it. It was like...it was necessary for me to have it, to have him, and I would. Whatever it took. Fortunately, he wasn't exactly opposed to the idea.

He dug a hand in my hair and tilted my head to seal our lips together. We bit down on each other's tongue and our blood swirled together between out mouths. The taste was vibrant and energizing, and it pulled a purr from my throat as we tussled, both in disjointed attempt to join us together.

He succeeded in forcing my legs further apart, one hand roughly gripping my thigh, and his head brushed my entrance. I broke the seal of our lips with a loud gasp. I went still, dead still. I was looking down at where he was about to take me and I couldn't tear my gaze away.

His member pulsed, and it matched the pulse I could feel beneath my fingers as I clutched at him. I could even hear his hurried heartbeat, barely palpable under the sound of my own racing heart.

And just when neither of us could stand it any longer, he buried himself inside me. I saw it as if in slow motion as he sank into me, inch by inch. Until he hit a spot inside me and the world seemed to speed up again. I threw my head back with a howl while his own primal growl vibrated through me.

He pulled out and thrust. The simple action sent shudders spreading over my body from between my legs. While I was distracted he attached his mouth to the bite marks on my neck. The sensations were as strong as those at my core and I was helpless between the two of them. My skin was sensitive and tingled wherever we touched, slick with sweat.

"Kaz--"

He silenced me with another hard thrust and snarled against my throat. I could feel the heat of him above me and he seemed to emanate a wild strength. I was lying prone, happily, eagerly taking everything he was giving, my hands clutching at him. He was positioned over me, his frame pressing against me, masculine and dominant as he thrust. I answered his snarl with a little growl of my own, my eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

He drew his tongue meaningfully across his fang marks. My breath caught in my throat and I whimpered. I could feel myself nearing completion.

He could tell, and he bit me, hard. He wasn't hesitant, he didn't even try to spare me pain. He just buried his fangs deep in my flesh, nearly in the exact same spot as he'd bitten me before.

And it hurt, the area already so sensitive. I howled, desperately struggling against him for a moment, but he would have none of that. The howl quickly broke off as his thrusts sped up. I panted, my heart hammering in my chest. He was soon going all out, pleasure rocking through me with each powerful thrust until I couldn't take it anymore.

I snapped my eyes closed and bit my lip. He reached down a hand and ran his finger over my clit in time with his thrusts, once, twice, and...

My mouth opened as my orgasm grabbed hold of me, but no sound came out. My body spasmed. He was still thrusting and his finger still brushed over my clit. My breathing was sporadic and I could feel my walls ripple and clench around him.

My orgasm started to ride down and I wasn't aware of much after that. I got a vague feeling of him shooting off inside me and licking the blood off my chin from when I bit through my lip. How had I managed that? It didn't matter. I was so tired. And as my orgasm faded away I became increasingly aware of a burning sensation coursing through my body, spreading from the new half-healed bite. I felt so weak.

"Kaz..."

He put a finger over my lips. "Hush, darling. You need to be resting. Go to sleep, Emily. I'll protect you. You're mine."

I felt something drip onto my lip. Still mostly asleep, I frowned and turned my head away from it. I was aching and felt weaker than ever. I just wanted to be left alone.

"You must drink, Emily."

He must have waved whatever it was under my nose, for I got a strong whiff of it, a delicious scent. I laboriously peeled back my eyelids and peered at what was held in front of me. A wrist, I found, with a small slash that seemed to be healing as I looked at it. Blood dripped onto my lip again and I automatically flicked out my tongue to taste it. I sighed in longing even as my eyes widened in dismay. "What did you do to me?" I whispered hoarsely.

He ignored my question and nudged my lips with his bloody wrist. "Drink."

I latched my mouth onto his wrist reluctantly, but with increasing eagerness as the dark, rich blood hit my tongue. I reopened the slash with my fangs and drank deep, feeling some of my strength returning.

He pulled his wrist away, covering the wound with his other hand as it healed. I tried to sit up, but I was still as weak as a kitten. He gently held me down with an arm across my chest, "Don't, you're still changing. You need to conserve your energy."

What energy? Even after drinking from him, I didn't really seem to have any. I still ached. My eyes slipped closed, I didn't think it was worth the effort to keep them open. Even so, I still wanted to know, "What did you--"

"Don't worry about it right now. Sleep, Emily, I'll be here when you wake up."

I whimpered softly, but obeyed.

~*~

So, like where this is going? Love it? Hate it? Well, if you do, I'm sorry, cause I like it. I should probably go back through and edit things more... I think my writing got significantly better near the end of the chapter, and I'll try to keep myself in that vein. As it were.

Anyone surprised that I'm alive? I know I am. To Complications readers, I'm sorry. I have started the next chapter, and the next chapter to Legalities is already half done. My life kinda exploded and I have a bunch of excuses I could throw out there, but basically writing went on the back burner. I have been working on stuff off and on.

Here's a poll, what do you think Of Kazimir's name? I was trying to write the chapter and I really needed a name, but I didn't want to dwell on it that much while I was in 'writing zone', so I just threw that one out there. Same thing for her name, actually. (used my own, it feels really weird to write it) If anyone has ideas for names, it's not too late to change them, I have personalities of the characters in my mind more than names.

And please review. It's hard to explain the feeling of someone reading my work and telling me that they enjoy it. Or not enjoy it, I like those reviews too. ^_^