Dark Angel 2

I do not own any of the characters in this fic nor do I make any money off of it. All lyrics sampled are from the musical artist Sting.

It’s your first night out on the hunt. He had said something about playing hide and seek and well you are it.

Standing up on the rooftop alone you slowly look down onto Bourbon Street which is filled with what seems like thousands of people. You always met Mardi Gras with mixed emotions. You look up into the night sky and notice the full moon. You laugh to yourself as a song enters your head.

There\'s a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I\'ve no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you\'ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there\'s a moon over Bourbon Street

Suddenly you hear his voice in your head.

“Quit singing to yourself and come find me my love” He whispers.

How

“Concentrate.” he replies

How is it I can hear you in my head so clearly?

“We’re bonded. You’ll notice a lot of things are different.” He says.

Okay I’ll give this a whirl

You slowly close your eyes and concentrate on him and him alone. You start to feel his presence beckoning you. You follow your instincts which lead you to a small out of the way bar. You walk inside and notice the little hell hole is falling apart.

You take me to the nicest places.

You notice the scumbags in the bar look in your direction but you pay them no attention. You’re focused on finding him. You walk across the bar and into a dark corner of the room. His presence is so strong there. You slowly turn around and you feel someone grab you from behind. You recognize the touch of your master instantly.

“So you really don’t like this place?” He asks almost sarcastically.

You arch your back as he runs his fangs over your bare shoulder while he moves his hands down your stomach to your thighs.

“We can’t do this here.” You state as you try to move against him.

“Of course we can do this here. I do whatever I want to whoever I want wherever I want to do it. You’ll just have to be quiet won’t you?” He says as his fingers find the soft spot between your legs.

You bite your lip to keep from moaning as you arch your back against him. He starts to kiss your neck. You can’t help but moan softly.

“Shh, we don’t want someone coming over here. You have no idea what effect you would have on those men.” He states.

“Well maybe I should ...” You start to reply.

Before you can finish, he slams you against the wall.

“You will never speak to me of you being with another. You are mine and mine alone. Perhaps you need to be reminded of that?” He states with a growl.

Quickly his lips are upon yours capturing them with demanding force. White hot lightening begins to shoot through your veins as he touches every last cell in your body with his fingers and his mind. You break the kiss and move your head to offer your throat to him. You throw your head back as his tongue slowly makes its way up your throat to the pulse point by your ear.

“Ah offering yourself to me. So I take it that it doesn’t matter where we are any more? How does it feel my dear angel knowing that I am the only one who can make you feel this way?\" He asks slowly as you start to shake with anticipation.

You can feel the primal urges rising in yourself. You breath coming in short animalistic pants. Do you even dare try to speak?

“So my angel, cat got your tongue?” He playfully asks as he runs a finger down your throat to the valley in between your breasts.

You reply with a low growl almost like that of a big cat. He was accomplishing the task he put his mind to. He was unleashing the primal animal in you.

“If you don’t fuck me right here and now I swear I’ll make you suffer like no one has ever made you suffer before.” You growl as you wrap you legs around his hips pulling him even closer.

He slowly moves his hands down to unfasten his trousers. Then slowly he slides your skirt up to your hips. He reaches in between your thighs and growls softly. Quickly he rips away the damp, soft lace covering you which makes you shiver even more.

“No more inhibitions, my angel. No more worries or doubts. You’re finally embracing what you are.”He stated as he rammed his perfect cock into your soft flesh.

He sets the pace starting out slowly. You sink your nails into his shoulders urging him to ram you harder and faster. Ramming himself to the hilt every single time. You feel one of your fangs completely bite thru your own lip to stop yourself from making any noise what so ever the blood slowly running down your chin and onto your breasts. You feel almost like you’re going to be slammed thru the wall as you writhe underneath him urging him on. No longer are you making love no, this is more like to wild animals mating in the jungle. His muscles rippling with every thrust.

You feel yourself being pushed over the edge the climax slamming into you like a brick wall. The intensity makes you want to scream out. Sensing this he roughly captures your lips with his, kissing you so deeply that his fangs bite into your lips. You feel him spill himself into you and you both somehow end up on the floor.

You sit there, legs still around him trying to catch your breath. He looks over at you and slowly begins to stand up. You sit there with your head in your hands covering your face, trying desperately to pull your fangs back in. He grabs you around the forearm and pulls you to your feet.

“Are you alright my love?” He asks with general concern in his voice.

“I saw what was going on over here and wondered where to get in line? I’d sure love to give your little whore a taste of what I’ve got.” One of the scumbags says as he comes over to where you and Dracula are standing.

“Hear that love? This kind gentleman wants to give you a taste of what he’s got. Be a good girl and let him give it to you.” Dracula says in a sarcastic voice.

You lower your eyelids and look over at your darling husband. For some reason you cannot get your fangs to quit showing. He allows the scumbag to take you in his arms. You look over his shoulder over at Dracula and he has that wicked smile on his face. Slowly you sink your fangs into the scumbags neck. He jerks slightly but you keep a firm grasp on him. Your eyes never move from Dracula’s. You let the scumbag go and Dracula catches him before he hits the ground. He gently lays him down on the floor.

“I need to get out of here.” You say as you start to head out the door quickly.

With one jump you are up on the rooftop. You stand there staring off into the night trying to catch your breath. Your eyes are wide open in fear.

“What’s wrong?” You hear from behind you.

You turn and see he has followed you up to the rooftop. You turn back around and stare up towards the beautiful full moon. He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“What’s wrong, my darling angel?” He whispers into your ear.

“Why is it I don’t feel like an angel? It’s almost time for the sun to rise isn’t it?” You ask.

“Actually yes we should be getting back.” He replies.

“Good I’m tired. Maybe I just need to rest.” You state as he picks you up into his arms.

You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you home. You can’t help but have this odd feeling deep inside yourself. You don’t know how to vocalize how you are feeling and you really do not want to anger him. Once home you both walk in the door and are greeted by Miranda.

“So how was the first night out?” She asks.

“It was okay.” He says as head down to the crypt to change clothes.

“What’s wrong with the mistress?” Miranda asks.

“I’m not sure. “ He says with a shrug.

“Don’t worry I’ll talk to her. It seems like maybe depression has settled in.” Miranda states.

“Vampires do not get depressed.” He replies.

“New ones do. I would suggest you be supportive here.” Miranda says as she heads down into the crypt.