No Ordinary Love

Paranormal Romance. Nominated Favorite Paranormal- Liason Safe Place Awards Rated NC-17.

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Elizabeth shivered as an eerie chill crept up her spine. It stopped at the nape of her neck causing the tiny hairs there to stand on edge. She pulled her covers tightly around her body. Anchoring the crimson satin sheets with her legs and arms, she secured the cool fabric under her chin.

Staring up at the ceiling from her bed she silently prayed to be free of whatever had been after her for the past few weeks. She willed the unwelcome presence to leave her alone.

It wouldn’t and she knew it.

After three weeks of being haunted by this unknown source Elizabeth knew that it would not easily leave her be. It came at night. Every night for the past three weeks it came to her, in her. Wakening her out of her slumber. Watching her. Taunting her in the darkness. It never showed itself, it never made a sound but it made it's presence known. Then it left. Just as quietly as it had come.

Elizabeth braced herself before she called out into the darkness. “What do you want?” Her body trembled as she waited for the response that she knew would never come. “What-do-you-want...” she sobbed out, pleading for an answer.

She let the room fall silent again and tried to flush the loud white noise from her ears. Voices. Warped voices, and a cacophony of noise filled her head.

They were mocking her. Teasing her. Laughing at her. She could hear them all at once. Swirling. The sounds were drowning her. Suffocating her very being.  Deafening. Though there was no sound at all.

Besides her shallow breathing and heavy thumping heart, there was no other noise in her house. No, not in her house, but in her head.

It was making it’s way into her thoughts... into her body. Strangling her, making love to her, feasting on her and sucking the life from her limbs.

Then as fast as it intruded her being it was gone. Leaving her weeping and longing for more.

Elizabeth couldn't understand why she feared and longed for it in the same breath. In the same thought. She knew it was evil, it had to be. Nothing good could make her feel so dead yet alive at the same time.

She secretly yearned for the feeling every night and when it came to her, she welcomed it. She loved every second of the deviant experience and she hated herself for it.

Untangling her numb body from her now sweat drenched sheets she bent her knees close to her chest. Hot tears ran down her face without abandon, pooling around the scoop neck collar of her grey cotton pajama shirt.  Wrapping her arms tightly around her legs she rested her head on her knees. The tears continued to fall and she continued to long for the presence.

“Why!” She cried out into the blackness. “Why?”

“Have you been feeding?”

Jason Morgan’s head shot in the direction of his friends voice. His steel blue eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of his penthouse.

“Do you have nothing better to do?” Jason asked making his way to the wet bar. “Since when do you care what I do or not do?” He grabbed a bottle of white tequila and poured himself a generous portion.

“You’re ignoring my question Jason,” the smaller man said lifting himself from the couch.

Jason raised the glass of Patron to his lips and gulped the smooth liquor down.

“You shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach. You know that.”

“Shut it Sonny!” Jason yelled, flinging his glass across the room in the direction of his friend and business partner.

Sonny’s animal instincts were quick and he easily avoided the potential assault of the glass. “You’ve been lurking around that damn human again!” Sonny spat at him. “When are you gonna fuckin’ learn? You cant have her Jason, not unless you bring her into our world and you won’t do that.”

Jason raised the bottle of tequila to his mouth. Sonny was right. He could never have Elizabeth. Because he was too weak to take the beautiful life out of her and leave her with nothing but emptiness.

Sonny sighed heavily. “You need to get over the girl Jason. She will be the death of you, if you are not the death of her first.”

His words had a strong underlying meaning that didn’t go unnoticed by Jason.

“What have you been doing Jason? You’re out all night but you are obviously not feeding enough because you're rapidly losing weight... You need to have at least three feeds a week to keep your strength up and from the looks of it, my friend, you’ve been missing meals.”

Jason stayed silent knowing that even if he wanted to lie Sonny would know it. Arguing was pointless.

“Let me guess... You sit outside her window in a shroud of darkness and watch her... don’t you?” Sonny wagged his finger into the black room. He knew that he had Jason’s number. “You mind fuck her... don’t you?”

“Shut up!” Jason shouted at the man who had him figured out.

“Jase, Jase, Jase.” Sonny tsk’d at him. “You’re mind fucking a human.” His words bordered on disbelief and exasperation.

“Get out,” Jason ground out between clenched teeth, “Get out of my house.” He demanded.

Sonny strode to the door. “Find yourself a nice little temptress Jason and quit chasing after a dream.” Sonny’s suggestion fell on deaf ears as he exited the penthouse.

Jason had no intention of finding a willing vamp to bed.  He wanted the porcelain skinned beauty who had consumed his thoughts since he found her a little over three weeks ago.

He had inadvertently come across the girl one night at Kelly’s Diner. He was on the hunt for blood and while trailing a blond haired woman to take from, he stumbled upon Elizabeth...

Jason could almost taste the blood of his next victim. He had been following her for seven blocks and his patience was wearing thin. Each time he would close in on her, the dim-witted blond would make a stop in a heavily populated area. He had finally gotten her in a secluded enough space to make his move when she quickly slipped into Kelly’s Diner.

He slipped back into the shadows keeping a close eye on the blond while she talked to an older woman in the Diner. That’s when he laid eyes on the girl that would soon consume his every moment.

She stepped out from behind the counter to hug a dark haired boy. Her velvety blue eyes danced as she smiled at her companion. Her dark curls cascaded around her shoulders which was a stark contrast to her milky complexioned skin. She laughed at something the boy told her making her face light up with amusement. Jason knew at that moment he had to have her.

His current quest was now over and he would instead take the brunettes blood. He would have his way with her and make her scream his name in a fit of passion and pain, then he would leave her.

All the life drained from her body, limp and lifeless, he would leave her.

Jason’s crystal blue eyes turned to black slits when he saw Elizabeth kiss the boy who she had been chatting with. Rage filled every corner of his body as he fought back the urge to morph into a demonic figure. He tried in vain to calm his anger about the affectionate display he had been witness to. He couldn’t. He was unable to fight  the madness that consumed him. He hadn’t felt this type of emotion in... centuries.

After his anger subsided a little and Jason patiently waited for the girl to close the restaurant for the night. He watched hidded in the shadows as the bubbly blond left, followed by the boy who had kissed his soon to be conquest.

His eyes followed the diminutive brunette as she turned down all of the lights in the restaurant. She then stepped out into the crisp chill of the night air. loocking the door behind her she began her travel home.

He laughed at the nerve of the little woman who walked home alone in the dark without so much as a can of mase for protection. Did she not know what type of creatures lurked in the shadows of Port Charles at night?

Jason silently followed her all the way to her studio apartment on the seedy side of town by the docks. He watched as she became aware of something lurking close behind her. That something was him.

Her steps quickened as did his, though they made no sound. His sharp white canines lengthened and his blood lust became almost unbearable. He was going to have her.

She ran up the stairs to her apartment door two at a time and Jason’s shadowy frame followed close behind her. He was so close he could hear the smooth swish of her warm blood running through her blue veins. He wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into the supple white skin of her neck and take her on a ride she never thought imaginable.

But he didn’t.

Instead he backed away as she fumbled with her keys. He retreated as she finally got her door unlocked-slamming it behind her. His black heart bled at the sound of the locks shutting him off from her.

Jason felt something that night that he had never felt in his life as a vampire. The feeling was indescribable and insufferable at the same time. He wanted her and hated her for making him feel again.

He watched her from a distance every night after that. He followed her from Kelly’s to her studio and made sure that she got in safely, then he took his perch at her window.

He should have taking her life when he had the chance but he didn’t and now he couldn’t.

Jason sat on his perch outside of Elizabeth’s window. He watched intently as she moved about the tiny studio apartment.

She picked up clothing that was strewn across the floor and straightened all of the odds and ends around her place. He groaned as she bit at her bottom lip, worrying it into a bright shade of red.

Blood. The thought hit Jason like a ton of bricks. She had bit her plump lip until she drew blood. Salivating, he watched as she licked the deep red droplet away.

She disappeared into the bathroom and came back out in a tight black tank top and a matching pair of panties. Her fair skin looked like liquid silk against the black underwear. Jason's body warmed and his erection hardened under his black jeans.

Slipping something around her neck she made her way to the bed. He strained to make out the jewelry that dangled from her neck. When he did, he scoffed in anger at it.

A rosary.

Meant to protect her from the evil spirits of the world. Meant to protect her from [i]him[/i]. His blood boiled at the sight of the offensive beaded necklace draped around her delicate neck. She was trying to keep him away. Elizabeth wanted to ward him off.

Night after night he mentally sent her pleasure that only he could and how did she repay him? By wearing a rosary to fend his very presence away.

She was unappreciative and needed to be taught a lesson.

Placing the newly purchased rosary over her neck, Elizabeth felt immediate relief. Maybe tonight she would be able to sleep in peace. She had suffered from one too many sleepless nights lately and she was intent on putting an end to it.

The rosary seemed fitting since she had no idea what plagued her. She wasn’t sure if it was a ghost or a demonic being or the devil himself. What she was sure of was that she wanted it gone. She wanted her peaceful night’s back and she no longer wanted to be a slave to her animalistic desires.

She slipped into her cool sheets and settled in comfortably against her pillow. Tonight she would sleep and she did.

Elizabeth was actually able to get in three hours of restful sleep before she heard the light rapping at her front door.

Glancing at the clock she cringed at the time, two a.m. Who could possibly want her at this hour of the morning? She drowsily gathered her self from the bed making sure to drape her short robe around her body. She didn’t even ask who was at the door before she cracked it and peeped out, through squinted eyes, at a [i]very[/i] handsome blue eyed, fair haired man.

Elizabeth did her best to let her eyes adjust to the bright light of the hallway. “Who are you, and what do you want?” She asked through a sleep induced fog.

“I’m lost and I need to use a phone,” Jason said hoping that she would believe his bogus story.

He noticed that she wasn’t so he continued with his lie. “I’ve tried all of these doors and you were the first person to answer,” he tilted his head and tried to fight back his burning urge to take her in his arms, “I could keep on trying.” He said turning away from her door.

“No! No... I’m sorry of course you can use my phone. Come on in.” She told him, waving him into her home. 

He entered and was immediately assaulted by her scent. It was everywhere, the faintest smell of vanilla, citrus and lavender flooded his senses. He swallowed hard trying to control his budding desire as Elizabeth led him to the phone.

Jason made a mock phone call as he watched her tiny feet intently. Her little toes were painted black and she curled them on the cold concrete floor.

Something inside him stirred and he put the phone back on it’s receiver.

“Elizabeth...” He whispered while inching closer to her.

Her eyes widened when he said her name. She backed away and looked at him in confusion. “H-How do you know my name?” She squeaked out.

Her eyes darted to the door that was still open and she attempted to make a dash for it. Before she could reach the threshold the door slammed shut...[i]on it's own.[/i]

“No.” She whispered as she tugged at the doorknob for an escape. It wouldn’t budge. She was trapped.

“I’m sorry Elizabeth. I’m- so- sorry,” Jason ticked off to her as he neared her trembling body. “I wasn’t going to do this but you’ve left me with no choice.” He was right up on her.

He touched the smooth, warm skin of her face and felt Elizabeth grimace at his touch. Ignoring her reaction he dropped his hand to her neck and let his lightly calloused fingers massage the large vein that lay pulsing beneath the skin there.

Elizabeth stared unwillingly into his turbulent blue eyes. She wanted to look away but she couldn’t. He had a hold on her that she was unable to deny. “It was you. You’ve been following me... haunting me,” Her voice trailed off into a hush as Jason dug his nails slightly into the skin on her neck.

He laughed, a cocky laugh, at the naive girl in front of him. “Yes, it was me. I’ve been watching you Elizabeth,” He said as he dug his nails deeper into her skin causing her to gasp. “It was me giving you all of those pleasurable sleepless nights. It was me making you cry out into the black night. Yes Elizabeth, it was me.” His eyes darkened and flickered with carnality.

Jason wanted nothing more than to consume her right then and there but he wouldn’t. He would take his time with her. After all he had already waited three long weeks what was another hour?

“What are you?” Elizabeth managed to get out through Jason’s strangling hands.

Jason laughed again, this time with hatred. “What am I?” He asked bitterly squeezing her neck tighter. “I’m your worst nightmare.” He told her as he threw her body to the floor.

Elizabeth scrambled to her knees gasping for the air she had been deprived of. Her chest heaved as she stared up at the demon who she had let into her house. “You bastard.” She spit out between strained breaths.

The corner of Jason’s mouth cocked up at the insult. “Get up.” He demanded. When she didn’t listen he dug his hands into her soft curls and yanked her up to her feet.

Elizabeth winced under the pain but said nothing. Jason’s eyes landed on the woman he had desired from a distance for weeks. She was even more beautiful up close. Her features were soft along with her skin. Her lips were lush and pink. Her blue eyes were full of life and as deep as the ocean depth’s. He let his gaze fall to the rosary that adorned her neck.

“You tried to keep me away,” He accused fingering the mocking accessory, “Why would you want to keep me away from you Elizabeth? His blue eyes pleaded with her. "I brought you so much pleasure.”

She didn’t respond.

Jason wrapped his fingers around the rosary and ripped it from her neck. The beads from the necklace spilled onto the floor and scattered around their feet.  

Tears stung at Elizabeth's eyes. “Why are you doing this.” She whimpered.

Jason let his thumb trace the soft contours of her lips. “Because you want me to.” He whispered back, bringing her mouth up to his. Her breathing quickened. He could feel her soft breaths mingle around lips and nose.

He could feel. She made him feel.

Elizabeth tried to calm her racing nerves. If she could just talk to this man then maybe, just maybe, she could talk him out of... What was he going to do to her? She had no idea.

She needed a distraction. Something to get his mind off of hurting her anymore than he already had.

“What's your name?” She blurted out then held her breath waiting on his anger, but it never came.

“Jason.” He told her, glad she asked. “Say it.” He demanded, “Say my name Elizabeth.” He coaxed, digging his fingers closer to her scalp. “Say it.”

“Jason!” Elizabeth screamed at the mad-man.

Releasing his grasp from her hair Jason shoved her petite body toward her bed. Elizabeth tried to protest but his large stature made it virtually impossible.

He picked her up by her tiny waist and hoisted her onto the bed. When he looked down into her eyes he no longer saw fear in them, it had been replaced by desire. Jason growled at the eagerness in her eyes as he began to strip himself free of his black leather trench and black thermal shirt.

Elizabeth felt a calm overtake her and she no longer felt the need to push the man away or fight him off. It was the same sense of calm that had come to her every night for the past month. When it first hit her she was scared and then just like a switch going off, she was a willing participant. She watched with anticipation as the impressive man pulled his clothes from his muscular frame.

She waited for his hands to meet her body and when they did she relished in the strength of them manipulating her most sensitive areas.

Jason rubbed his fingers over her black panties and down between her legs and could feel the heat radiating from her hidden jewel. He smiled at the unadulterated gratification she got from him touching her.

In one fluid motion he clutched and tore the panties from Elizabeth's skin leaving her bare from the waist down.

Elizabeth gasped at his forcefulness.

She easily let him spread her legs and she didn’t refuse him when he lowered his head between them. His ragged breath wisped around her womanhood warming her with every exhale. She yelled out in pleasure when he flicked his tongue against her pulsating clit. Elizabeth instinctively ran her fingers through his short blond hair.

She glimpsed down to him between his blissful ministrations and saw him looking back at her. His icy eyes were no longer that turbulent blue, they were black as coal and glinted with flecks of  red.

A rush of fear ran through Elizabeth, pooling in her stomach. This man was giving her an enjoyment that she had never felt before and he was also as evil as the day was long. She could feel it in his touch and see it in his eyes but she couldn’t stop it. Not even if she wanted to and she didn’t.

Elizabeth bit her lip in a desperate attempt to hold back a cry of ecstasy that was begging to leap from her mouth. Jason’s tongue delved into her innermost parts and performed heavenly acts there. His fingers followed suit dipping in and out of her as his tongue played on her tiny pearl.

“Oh my Go-,“ Elizabeth cried out but was quickly silenced by Jason’s nails digging into the skin at her waist.

Jason could smell the blood that seeped out of the fresh cut in her skin. He had to taste it. He promised himself he would be gentle and only taste not devour.

He worked his head up to her waist while two of his fingers continually pulsed into her body. His eyes found the dark red blood dripping down her side. He caught the tiny dribble of blood with his tongue and his length hardened at the taste of her. She was better than he’d imagined. Jason let the warm metallic blood linger on his pallet before he swallowed the sweet morsel.

His canines grew longer and though he tried to hide them to keep from scaring Elizabeth he knew that there was no way. He stopped massaging her clit and hovered over her. Her eyes were closed in passion but when he quit administering pleasure to her they shot open. Putting her was face to face with the real Jason. The monster who killed by night and lived off the blood of innocent human beings.

Her eyes grew in wonderment as she looked at the man before her. He was handsome and deadly and she still wanted him. Jason could see the need in her eyes and he answered her call.

Lifting her body Jason let her robe fall from her shoulders. He then pulled her tank above her head and threw it to the floor.  Relieving himself of his pants he watched as Elizabeth stared amazed at the length of his erection.

Jason gently massaged his length as he stared down adoringly into the eyes of his beloved Elizabeth. He wanted her. He needed her and tonight he would have her.

Elizabeth let her body fall back against the bed as Jason lowered himself between her legs. She wrapped them tightly around his narrow waist as he thrust his way into her snug chamber.

It was hard for Jason to believe that he was finally having his way with Elizabeth. He'd waited so long for her and it was worth the wait. Her slick walls welcomed him. He pushed himself deeper into her with each fluid stroke making her scream his name over and over.

He was unable to control his urges as he began to buck rapidly into her body. Elizabeth matched his movements pump for pump. He could feel her body begin to tremble under him. She was close. Abruptly, he stopped thrusting into her and slowly pulled out of her wet body.

Elizabeth stared into his black eyes with question.

Jason brike their gaze by moving away from her wanton body to sit at the end of the bed.

He shouldn’t be doing this. He didn’t want to make her one of them and he didn’t want to kill her either.

Elizabeth made her way to Jason, she crawled to him coming to a stop at his back. Draping her arms around his shoulders she purred in his ear. 

Jason couldn’t resist the need to bring her to him. He wrapped one strong hand around her petite waist and pulled her body over his lap. Her eyes were hazed over and appeared smoky blue in color. Jason knew that look he had seen it many times when he brought someone over to the dark world. She was lost. She had no idea of what she was doing. The allure of sex with him, a tortured soul, caused her to look at him that way.

His eyes followed her languid body as she straddled his waist and lowered herself back onto his erection. Jason watched as she lifted and rocked her body on his hard length. Unable to resist the urge to taste her once more, he brought his hand to her neck and gently pulled it down to his mouth. His tongue caressed the silky skin there before he sunk his teeth deeply into the soft flesh.

Elizabeth came hard and uncontrollably when his teeth lunged into her neck. She wanted to scream out in rapture but she couldn’t find her voice. Her world spun around and once more she heard the myriad of voices swooping in on her. Blood curdling screams and soft sensual moans swarmed her head. Her body convulsed with violent tremors as she dug her nails into Jason’s back and prayed for a release.

Jason was in heaven, if that was possible for a devious being such as himself. Elizabeth’s blood flowed willingly into his mouth. She tasted delicious. So delicious in fact, that he was unable to stop himself from drinking her in. He felt her life begin to slip away. Her limbs became heavy and her breathing shallow.

He was killing her.

Jason winced as her fingers pierced his back. The pain brought him back to the moment and he realized they were towering above the bed. Elizabeth was clinging to his body like life itself. His awareness made him drop Elizabeth’s lifeless form back down to her bed. He floated down to her and could hear faint  breathing. She was still alive but she wouldn’t live long. Not without blood.

He hadn’t turned her into a vampire and he hadn’t killed her either.

Jason panicked and paced the floor in his naked state. If he left her she would die a slow painful death, unless he finished off her blood but then she would be like him. A walking zombie. No. He couldn’t let either of those things happen. Instead he made a split second decision that would change her life forever.

He pierced his wrist with his razor sharp canines to draw blood, he then then put it to Elizabeth’s mouth. She instinctively suckled lightly on the thick metallic liquid. His intentions were to give her just enough to survive the night but she began to pull the blood harder into her mouth. The light sucking turned into a ferocious feed.

She was taking too much too fast causing him to become light headed. Jason yanked his wrist away from her mouth. With the blood no longer flowing Elizabeth to sank back into the sheets and fell into a deep sleep.

Jason watched as her breathing evened out and her face relaxed. She would live. Maybe not the life she had before this night. But she would still be alive.

The faintest shimmers of dawn began to fall through the window and Jason knew he would have to go soon. He quickly pulled the sheets around her warm body and wiped the blood from her mouth.

Jason stared at the beautiful woman after he had dressed. He hated her. He loved her.

“She will be the death of you, if you are not the death of her first.”  Sonny’s words replayed in his head.

“How right you were my friend. How right you were.”

Sunlight poured into the small studio apartment as Elizabeth woke from her slumber. She winced at the brightness of the rays showering down on her. Plopping back down she covered her head with a pillow. She was exhausted.

Attempting to pull herself from her bed, she cringed at the pain that radiated through her limbs.

She let out a small hoarse cry that caused her throat to blaze with affliction. She brought her hands to her neck and tried to speak. Her voice came out ragged and husky.

The sheets fell from her body and she was shocked to find herself completely nude. Her fingers grazed two small bumps on her neck. What the hell had happened to her?

She raised her sore body from her bed and stumbled to the bathroom. She winced again at the bright light in her bathroom. She squinted, trying her best to get her eyes to adjust. When they somewhat did she was jolted by her appearance.

Her hair was disheveled and matted down. Her skin was pale, almost blue in tone. The bumps on her neck were bright red and caked with dried blood. She had small bruises on her breasts that looked a lot like [i]passion marks[/i]. There was a small but deep cut on her hip that had crusted over. The delicate skin between her legs throbbed with pain and she smelled... like sex.

Elizabeth ran out of her bathroom to her phone and slipped on some small rounded objects, causing her to fall to the floor.

With her naked body laying flat on the cold concrete Elizabeth raised her head and focused on the tiny beads scattered about the room. Her rosary. She reached for her neck again and realized that it was gone, it was in pieces on the floor.

Memories of the previous night flooded her mind.

He was here, in her house. She tried to keep him away but he came anyway. She let him in! “Oh my god.” She cried out in a heavy voice.

She remembered everything.

She had sex with him... it. She pulled herself up to her knees, her stomach churned. Elizabeth tried to make it back to her bathroom but her body betrayed her before she could make it and she ended up purging in the middle of her studio.

She stayed there, laying on the cold floor in the fetal position for what seemed like hours before she was able to make her way to the shower. She sobbed out in agony as the warm water hit her tired skin.

She stayed in the shower and cried until she couldn’t shed another tear. It was too late to take it back now. She had willingly danced with the devil and lived to tell the tale.

After drying herself off, she wrapped the towel around her body and made her way back to her living area. She'd grabbed a mop and bucket to clean the mess she'd made when she noticed her answering machine blinking. She pressed play and went about cleaning her floor.

Hey, Elizabeth it’s me, Emily. You didn’t show up for school today and I was just checking in. Call me back.

Hi, Liz, you missed your shift honey. Everything alright? Call the diner when you get this. Bye hun.

Lizzie, we had a date and you stood me up. Everytime I think we are getting somewhere you pull away. You could have at least called.

The messages continued as she mopped up her mess. They were all the same. One after the other- all asking where she had been. She figured that she must have slept two full days judging by the time span of the messages.

Sighing heavily, Elizabeth went to get dressed. She pulled on a pair of black leather pants and a black turtle neck sweater to cover the bites on her neck. She didn’t take the time to straighten her hair. Instead, it was left in wavy curls that danced around her shoulders. After applying a deep red lipstick Elizabeth grabbed her purse and a large pair of dark sunglasses that she shoved on before she left her apartment.

“There has been an uprising,” Max informed his two bosses. “Luis Alcazar has been taken down by one of his own.”

“Who did it?” Sonny asked.

“Lorenzo.”

“His brother?” Jason questioned. He rubbed his hands over his face when Max nodded. “This makes no sense. Why would Luis’ own brother rise up against him?”

“Power,” Sonny ground out. “He wanted all of the power.”

“Their clan is now being run by Lorenzo and from what I hear; he isn’t the smooth, calm leader his brother was,” the lead guard told the two men.

“Thank you, Max. You can leave now.” Sonny excused his guard then looked to Jason. “There is going to be a Blood War, you know that right?”

Jason nodded. “There hasn’t been a Blood War in decades.”

“You’re right, there hasn’t, but there will be now.” Sonny massaged his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Lorenzo is not the even headed dictator his brother was. He is greedy and he wont play nicely with the other clans. He will want to be on top. He took down his own brother, he will have no problem trying to take us out.”

“What do we do?” Jason asked his good friend and mentor.

“For now, we wait." Sonny instructed. "We show no signs of weakness. We will monitor his moves very carefully. If he takes a piss we will know. Our people will be so close to him that we’ll be telling him god bless you before the bastard even sneezes.”

“I’ll place lookouts all around their compound.” Jason told Sonny. If Alcazar makes a move we’ll know,” he assured.

“What about you? Will you be watching Lorenzo’s moves as well?” Sonny inquired.

“I have other things to-“

“No you don’t!” Sonny shouted. His hazel eyes turned black. “You will not go chasing after that... that human!”

“You don’t tell me what the fuck to do!” Jason shot back. “This business... this clan, is run by two people, and my name is there right next to yours.”

“Look at yourself Jason," Sonny started, quickly regaining his cool. "You are moping around here like a love sick puppy. You don’t want to turn her then don’t," he reasoned, "but don’t loose yourself over it. There are plenty of willing vamps out there. You can have your pick.” Sonny smiled at him flashing his signature dimples.

Jason looked at his longtime friend. He was right, but he had no idea that Jason had almost turned Elizabeth or that he had let her feed from him. Elizabeth was now embedded in him and he in her.

“When was the last time you turned a human woman for yourself?” Jason asked Sonny.

Sonny ran his fingers through his short black curls. “Centuries ago.” He answered. “It’s not easy to have that kind of bond with someone. Especially in a world like ours.” He continued. “Do you want too turn her Jason?”

Jason looked at Sonny but said nothing.

The older man stirred in his chair. “[i]Did you turn her Jason[/i]?” When Jason looked away from him he had his answer. “Where is she? If you turned her you need to be keeping an eye on her. The first couple of days are crucial.”

“I didn’t," Jason negated Sonny's assumption. "I almost did but I stopped it.”

Sonny raised a dark eyebrow at Jason’s comment. “Almost?”

“I took from her,” Jason replied, rubbing absently at the back of his neck. “I could have finished her, but I didn’t. I couldn’t.”

“So she's dead?” Sonny questioned.

“No. I let her feed from me and-“

“You did what!” Sonny’s voice thundered off of the walls of the office. “Do you know what that makes her?! She’s stuck Jason. Stuck between life and death. She’s in limbo. She would have been better off dead!”

Sonny’s words bit at Jason. He knew full well what fate he had left Elizabeth with. It hurt him to do it but he would not turn her and he would not let her die either. She had a part of him and now she [i]was[/i] a part of him.

“Either you finish her or you stay the hell away from her. She is your Achilles heel Jason and if one of our enemy’s figures that out they can use it against you... against us."

Jason thought about what Sonny had told him. Once again he was right. Jason had one of two choices: Leave Elizabeth alone or sire her and bring her into their world.

For now he would let her be. No more visits, no more following her or watching her. But if something should shift in their world and he had to flea or a war broke out between the humans and the underworld, he would take her and make her.

Elizabeth entered Kelly’s and brought the wind with her. The patrons looked up at the tiny force that burst through the restaurant’s doors. She glided across the floor and all of the men in the diner followed every fluid swish off her hips to the counter.

She was starving. Her body was famished from almost three days of no sustenance.  She slid onto a stool at the diner’s counter and plopped her purse down on the stool next to her.

“What can I get you Miss- Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth looked up to find Tammy, the head waitress, staring at her like she had seen a ghost.

“Yes; it’s me, Tammy,” she assured the blond in a raspy voice she almost didn’t recognized as her own.

“You got a sore throat, sweetie? Is that why you haven’t been in to work for the past two days?” Tammy asked.

“Um.. Yeah." Elizabeth huskily confirmed. “I’ve had a touch of the bug. I’m sorry for not calling it’s just that-"

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Liz.” Tammy swatted a friendly hand at her, “You hungry?”

Hungry was an understatement.

“Yes. Let me get some eggs, scrambled well with cheese, toast with sweet butter, bacon- extra crispy and a nice breakfast T-bone.”

“All that’s for you?” The blond asked in disbelief.

“Do you see anyone else here with me?” Elizabeth growled.

Tammy looked taken back by her favorite waitresses strange temperament. “You sure you’re alright hun?”

Elizabeth was about to snap at Tammy for prodding her but she saw the genuine concern in her eyes and settled for a nod.

Tammy seemed  to take the gesture for what it was and disappeared into the back to put the order in.

Elizabeth settled into her seat and waited for her food to arrive. Thoughts of the previous night plauged her and left her confused. Who was the dark stranger? Why was he following her? Why had she allowed herself to...

“Elizabeth? Where have you been?”

Not now, Elizabeth thought. She didn’t feel like talking or explaining anything to anyone else. Not even her best friend who was sliding onto a stool next to her.

“Hey Emily, I’ve been a little sick that’s all.”

“Elizabeth, you should have called. Lucky and I have been worried sick about you. When you weren’t answering calls we stopped by your studio but you didn’t answer your door,” Emily informed the smaller brunette, her tone full of concern.

“I was so doped up on cold medicine I basically slept for two days. I’m sorry if I worried you guys.” Elizabeth turned her attention to the kitchen and hoped her food would hurry up so she would have a good excuse not to talk.

“Well the cold explains your voice, but what’s up with the shades?” Emily asked.

“I was going to ask the same thing,” Tammy chimed in, coming back from the kitchen.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes hard, thankful for the dark tint of her sunglasses. “My eyes hurt,” she plainly told them.

Tammy walked away apparently not wanting to agitate Elizabeth anymore than she obviously already was.

Emily didn’t take the hint. “Your eyes hurt?” She giggled.

“And why is that funny?” Elizabeth inquired.

Her food arrived before Emily could answer and Elizabeth eagerly dug in.

Emily watched in awe as her tiny friend ravaged her large breakfast. Something was off about Elizabeth. She couldn’t put her finger on it and she wasn’t buying the sick routine.

She had seen Elizabeth sick plenty of times and it never caused her to act the way she was. She was snappy and almost [i]mean[/i]. That was unlike her. Elizabeth was usually calm and sweet not short tempered and snippy.

Emily thought back to a time where she had been unrecognizable to her own friends and family. She had been suffering from a strong heroin addiction. She hated to think that her friend could be using drugs but the signs were there.

She was withdrawn, missing work, not answering calls, disappearing, and her attitude had changed. Those were just the changes over the last couple of days. Something had been noticeably bothering her friend for the past month. She had been tired, drained, she hardly ate...

Elizabeth slapped a twenty down on the counter and stepped down from her stool at the counter. Grabbing her purse, she started toward the exit.

“Wait! Elizabeth, where are you going?” Emily asked.

“I have some things to do,” Elizabeth tossed over her shoulder.  “See you later,” she finished, before breezing out of the door, taking the wind with her.

Emily turned back to Tammy and they looked at each other knowingly. Something was wrong with Elizabeth. Terribly wrong.

Elizabeth was livid. She was still hungry and though she had eaten a breakfast large enough for two, it was tasteless.

She dug into her cheese eggs and didn’t taste the sharp bite of the cheddar. She bit into her savory steak and couldn’t feel the tender juices of the medium well meat water in her mouth.

How the hell was she supposed to survive if she couldn’t even taste the food she ate?

“Jason.” She muttered under her breath as she took a turn down the back alley of the Port Charles Library. She was on her way to find out more about the creature that had made his way into her mind, home and body.

Anger stirred deep inside of her. She hated him for doing this to her. She hated herself for still wanting him. He left her bruised, sore and a shell of her former self. The bastard had even taken away her tastebud’s!

“Jason!” She yelled into the empty alleyway. “Jaaayysson!” She screamed again with balled fists.

“Hey, you alright?” A passerby called out to her from the end of the alley.

Elizabeth didn’t answer, instead she quickly made her way into the back door of the library.

Slamming out of the Library doors, Elizabeth fumed. After hours of studying book-after book-after book, she was still at a loss as how to deal with Jason. Each book contradicted the previous one. There was so much folklore and myth that she couldn’t separate the truth from reality.

At least,she concluded that she was working with a Vampire. If the bite marks on her neck didn’t give it away, her sensitivity to light did. Then there was the fact that she could hardly look at the vivid pictures of vampire feedings, in the books she'd scanned through, without her mouth watering.

Fuckin' prick.

She couldn’t taste the great food of the diner but she was sure that she would be able to taste blood. He did this to her. He made her into this thing and now he was going to fix it.

Just as soon as she tracked him down.

The thing was; she couldn't find Jason on her own. She had no idea how to track a vampire so she would have to go to the town psychic, Brenda Barrett.

Brenda was a smart, beautiful young woman but her visions and knowledge of the dark side had caused her to become a social outcast. After predicting the murder of Marcus Taggert and then John Durant, the town cast her aside as a witch. They figured that she knew to much so she must be into black magic.

Had she lived 100 years earlier she would have surely been burned at the stake in the middle of the Port Charles Square. Lucky for her, and now Elizabeth, that wasn’t the case.

Elizabeth needed Brenda’s insight now more than ever before. She had only met the woman once and that was at the town fair in a palm reading booth. Elizabeth was sixteen then. She and Lucky wanted to get their palms rea. They were anxious to know if they were each others future. Brenda had never gotten around to reading Elizabeth’s future because of Lucy Coe, the woman in front of them, had made a big scene over the reading Brenda had given her.

Apparently Brenda told her that she only had two more days left to live and she should enjoy them. Lucy didn’t like the information, thus ensued chaos, and the booth was shut down.

Two days later Lucy Coe died in the cross fire of some random mob violence.

Elizabeth had never stopped wondering what Brenda's answer would have been. Now, she was going to Brenda, not to have her future told, but to find out how to track a vampire.

As she approached the small cottage that stood on the outskirts of town down a narrow gravel road, she found herself, for the first time since her morning cry, scared. She wasn’t sure if she was afraid of meeting Brenda alone or of what Brenda might tell her.

Taking a deep breath she raised the heavy iron knocker and banged it three times on the wooden door.

Stepping back to wait for an answer, she contemplated just turning around and leaving. But before she could think that notion through the front door opened and Brenda Barrett popped her brunette head through the opening.

“I’ve been expecting you,” the dark haired woman told her.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at Brenda. “You were?”

“Well of course I was. Come on in.” Brenda welcomed Elizabeth into her quaint home and led the way to a small back room.

Elizabeth noticed that the woman had a thing for cows. There were little black and white porcelain cows everywhere. She even noticed a cow tea pot on the stove and little matching cow teacups.

When they entered the back room Elizabeth was finally able to take off her dark sunglasses.

“Is it dark enough for you?” Brenda asked.

“Yeah, thanks.” Elizabeth replied with uncertainty.

Brenda motioned for Elizabeth to take a seat at the small round table that was covered in a deep purple cloth. Elizabeth obliged and waited for Brenda to join her.

Brenda poked around in her cabinets pulling out different vile’s and containers. She finally took her seat at the other side of the table. Placing her hands out palm side up, Brenda nodded at them as if asking for Elizabeth to place her hands on hers.

Elizabeth hesitantly placed her hands in Brenda’s and watched as the quirky woman closed her eyes and mumbled something to herself.

“Just as I thought,” Brenda said, dropping her hands from Elizabeth’s.

Elizabeth waited for Brenda to complete her thought. When she said no more than that- Elizabeth was about ready to leave.

“Don’t go. I was just trying to find an easy way to tell you this,” Brenda said, hastily.

“Tell me what?”

“Honey, you’re stuck in limbo.” Brenda told her, matter of factly.

Elizabeth’s brows knitted. “I’m what? That’s impossible.”

“You’ve been bitten.” Brenda said as she shifted in her chair at the small table. “The vampire you tangled with didn’t finish off the job. If he had, you would be either dead or a full vampire. You are a little of both. Throw in the fact that you are still alive and you have yourself a messy little problem.”

Elizabeth was shocked. It was hard for her to wrap her mind around what Brenda was telling her. The two women sat silently in the dimly lit room for minutes before Elizabeth spoke again. 
“How do I find him?”

“You want to find the vampire that left you like this?” Brenda asked in disbelief.

“I need to find him. No, I have to find him,” Elizabeth firmly said.

Brenda stood up from her seat and grabbed a black backpack that sat in the corner of her room. She emptied the contents of the bag into an already cluttered drawer and gathered up some other odd items. She brought the bag back to the table along with an armful of supplies.

“You will need this if you are going to track a vampire.” Brenda winked at her.

“What is all this stuff?” Elizabeth asked, intrigued.

“Lets see, this is a stake from a whitethorn bush.”  Brenda informed her, showing her a small seven inch wooden stake. “Contrary to popular belief not just any stake through the heart will kill a vampire. It has to come from a whitethorn bush.”

Elizabeth nodded and waited for her to go on.

Brenda picked up a small corked glass bottle. “This is holy water. It has been blessed by a person of faith. You have to be careful with this because, given your current state, it can harm you as much as him.”

Brenda placed the stake and holy water in the backpack. “Matches and cloth. They don’t like fire. One; because of the bright light, and two; just like a human it can burn their asses.”

Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh at Brenda. “Thanks for this. I have to ask though, how will these things help me find him?”

“That, my little friend, is a whole different story.” Brenda sat back down at the table. “Did you get his name?”

“Jason. At least that’s what he told me.” Elizabeth saw the expression on Brenda’s face change. She went from bubbly to worried in a second flat.

Lowering her voice Brenda leaned in closer to Elizabeth. “There is only one Jason that I know of who dwells in Port Charles. He is one half of a powerful duo that leads a very large vampire clan. He is dangerous and thorough. I’ve never known him to leave a person in limbo. He goes for the kill.”

Elizabeth’s eye’s widened at this new bit of information. “So why did he leave me alive?”

“Either he is getting sloppy or he fell for you, I’m going with the latter. Jason has never turned a female into a vampire to my knowledge. He goes for blood and finishes them off leaving them dead. If he left you alive he feels for you too much to kill you, or to turn you into a full vampire.”

“How charming,” Elizabeth droned.

“Listen,” Brenda said. “You need to be very careful if you go through with finding Jason. Like I told you, he’s lethal.”

“What does it matter how lethal he is, it’s not like I can be any more hurt than I already am? I’m stuck between life and death, it doesn’t get any worse than that,” Elizabeth bitterly told her.

Brenda frowned at the young woman who sat across from her.  She was right, what was the worse that could happen?

“Alright,” Brenda sighed. "This is what you do."

Elizabeth stood in the shadows of Jason spacious bedroom. Her hand was tightly gripped around the stake that Brenda had supplied her with. A small but sufficient amount of holy water was secured on a string around her neck and tucked away beneath her black sweater. She had her hair pulled back in a tight bun at the nape of her neck. That way, if Jason tried to grab at her, he couldn’t easily get a hold of her hair.

Brenda gave Elizabeth specific instructions on how to gain access to Jason’s Penthouse nestled at the top of Harbor View Towers. She followed Brenda’s directions to the letter.

She had dressed in black just like everyone else around the area so she didn’t stand out amongst the people who walked the streets. To them -she was one of them- and in reality she almost was.

Elizabeth made herself virtually unnoticeable to the guards by slipping in with some residents. The hard part was getting past the two guards stationed outside of Jason’s Penthouse door.  She waited until they were distracted by a dark haired Latino man.

When he beckoned the guards to his home, Elizabeth was able to easily enter Jason’s home. The door was  unlocked so there was no need to test out her lock picking skills, that she had just learned. She wasted no time getting to Jason’s master suite and she had been hiding there for two hours waiting for him to get home.

Though the room was completely still, she could clearly hear her heart thumping against her chest. It rivaled the constant tick of the second hand on the large decorative clock that hung from the wall. The two noises dueled with each other causing a steady thump-tick- thump-tick-thump-tick... and it was driving her completely insane.

Jason entered his penthouse and immediately knew that Elizabeth was near. He could smell the blood coursing through her veins and the beat of her heart was loud and clear.

He smiled at the thought of Elizabeth seeking him out. He didn’t have to break his promise to himself of not going anywhere near her, she’d done that for him.

He silently ascended the stairs. When he reached his bedroom door he could sense that something was off. The fear in the air was so thick he could smell it. Quietly stepping into the dark room he could feel the nervous energy bleeding from Elizabeth.

Jason became enraged as he concluded that Elizabeth had not come to him to be loved by him, but instead, to try and kill him. If she thought she would kill him after he spared her life then she was in for a rude awakening.

Without making a noise he closed in on Elizabeth, who was crouched in a far corner of his room. He was fast enough to where he had her body across the room before she even knew he was coming.

Elizabeth was being hurled through the air before she knew what was happening. She hit the wall on the opposite side of the room with a hard thud. Her body sank to the floor in a crumpled heap. She tried to pull her body from the floor but she was being thrown back across the room before she could even move. This time when she hit the wall the stake she held flew from her hand and slid across the floor.

Jason stopped the pointed wood with his black boot. He bent to pick it up and studied it. Whitethorn bush, he concluded. Elizabeth had done her homework.

“Why do you want to kill me, Elizabeth?” Jason asked as he closed the distance between him and Elizabeth’s slumped body. “First you try to keep me away from you by insulting me with that... that rosary. Now you break into my home, uninvited, and attempt to kill me.”

He stooped down next to Elizabeth and lightly pushed her body. She didn’t move. He pushed again harder this time but she still didn’t budge. Moving his head down to her mouth he listened for breathing. She was breathing. Jason realized that she could very well be playing possum. He turned his back to her and walked away waiting to see if she would attack him from behind.

"Awww." He growled in pain when he felt something burning at the back of his neck. Bringing his hand to the pain he felt the cool droplets on his fingertips which also burned at the touch of the clear substance.

He spun around and saw Elizabeth holding a tiny empty vile.

"Holy water." Jason laughed at her. “Elizabeth, my love, you have been a naughty girl.”

Elizabeth regretted her well thought out plan. She had underestimated Jason’s skill and strength. She threw the empty vile at him which he easily caught.

“You’re on your third strike baby and I’m about to take you out.” Jason told her as he flew across the room at her. He yanked her up by the neck and slammed her body against the wall. He squeezed her delicate neck cutting off her breathing.

Elizabeth felt the life flood from her body and she knew she was about to die. Giving in to the darkness that was overtaking her senses she began to feel a sense of peace. Death.

Jason's breathing became increasingly labored the longer he held onto Elizabeth. He could see the light in her eyes draining and knew he was killing her. His throat tightened and closed on him not allowing a single breath to pass through and he realized that his link to Elizabeth went further than the emotional hold she had over him she held him physically captive too.

“Fuck,” he gasped, struggling for air as he let go of her neck; letting her body land in a slump. If he killed her he was as good as dead and vice verse. Jason was unable to control his anger as he rammed his fist through the wall.

Elizabeth gulped for air after her body met the floor for the third time that night. She strained to get the oxygen that she had been deprived of into her lungs.

“Jason,” Elizabeth called out to him in a tiny whisper.

Jason let his attention fall to the little wisp of a woman laying near death on his floor. His beloved Elizabeth. What had he done?

In one fluid motion he picked her up in his arms and laid her body down on his bed. Piercing his wrist with his canines he gave Elizabeth his arm for her to feed. She took it and sucked intently on his offering until Jason became light headed and pulled his arm away.

“Why Jason.” She asked in a sleepy voice. “Why did you do this to...” Her voice trailed off as she fell into a deep sleep.

Jason sat on the bed next to her weakened frame. He stared down adoringly into the soft contours of her face. He had no idea how he had gotten so caught up in Elizabeth. He wanted her though. He needed her, now more than ever, and he had no intention of letting her go.

He left his room locking the door behind him.

When he stepped outside of his penthouse door he called the guards to his side.

“There is a woman in my room,” he started. "Under no circumstances is she to leave my home. If she needs something you are to get it for her but she does [b]not[/b] step foot outside of this Penthouse." Jason sternly demanded.

“Yes boss,” The two guards answered in unison.

“If one hair on her head is out of place when I return there will be hell to pay,” Jason warned.  “Do I make myself clear?”He asked.

“Yes boss,” They duo said once more.

Jason left them. He had some pressing matters to attend to and the first one on that list was Brenda Barrett.

She had to be dreaming. This could not be her life. Jason had not tossed her body across the room repeatedly like nothing more than a rag doll. He had not brought her within inches of her life. She was not trapped in his room- and she did not still long for him.

Elizabeth tried in vain to free herself from Jason’s master suite. She had, for the past hour, done everything in her power to unlock the door that held her prisoner. It was no use because it was not budging. Exasperated she leaned her back against the door and sunk down to the floor.

How had her life come to this? She had been good and played by the rules. She had always set out to please everyone and she had done a good job in doing so. She had friends, a nice job, she was in college (majoring in art) and had a boyfriend- Lucky.

Her heart sunk at the thought of the boy who had been her lifeline in her greatest time of need. He loved her and she loved him. College had put a strain on their relationship but they were working through it and had finally come to a peaceful median. And now she would never be able to be with him any more because she was about to die.

No, she was already dead. Her life had been ruined by Jason. He deadened her, but left her alive... why? He hated her. He had tried to kill her so why didn’t he just finish the job. That would have been a whole lot better than living the rest of her life in limbo.

But no, he wanted her to suffer. If that’s what he wanted then he sure was getting his wish. She was suffering in her own personal hell, compliments of Jason.

Elizabeth heard gruff voices coming down the hallway. The voices got closer. Someone was nearing the room. She hopped to her feet when the strong male voices stopped at the door. She heard a key slip into the lock and expected to see Jason come in but instead a tall, thick, dark haired man entered promptly closing the door on the two men who accompanied him. He wore all black, like Jason, and his burly muscles rippled under his tight t-shirt.

The man raked his dark beady eyes over her body thoughtfully. “Jason didn’t tell me that the woman he was holding captive was such a looker,”  he groaned.

Elizabeth steadily backed away from the large man. “Where is Jason?” She tried to sound anything but nervous but she failed. Miserably. Her voice came out in a high, timid tremble.

“Don’t worry about Jason, honey, I’ll take much better care of you,” he said as he stalked toward her.

Elizabeth quickly moved away from the man rounding the other side of the bed. “No. Stay away from me.” She told him as her eyes darted around the airy room in search of her stake. She didn’t see it. “I’m Jason’s.”

The man shot her a death glare. “You are Morgan’s? No, no, no. Jason Morgan does not have just one vamp, little girl, he has many, and you are one of his many. I can do with you what I please.” The man stayed braced at the opposite side of the bed.

“I’m not a vamp, I’m-“

“Oh really?” He cut in. “You mean you are fresh blood.” That seemed to turn the already horny man on more. “I’m sure that Morgan won’t mind if I had a little taste.”

A taste. Elizabeth became light headed. The disgusting beast intended on taking her blood and she knew what that entailed. If any semblance of what happened between her and Jason the first time he bit into her neck was about to happen between her and this brute then she would take her life first.

Again her eyes shot around the room in search of any object she could find to fend the monster off. Tears pricked at her eyes when she realized that it was useless. There was no way she would be able to come out of this altercation the victor.

“Please don’t hurt me.” Elizabeth begged the opposing man.

He merely smiled at her pleading as he swallowed the distance between them. “Don’t worry honey, I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you feel [i] real[/i] good,” he growled.

The man reached for and gripped her arms. He squeezed the soft flesh, digging his nails in and cutting her skin.

Elizabeth cried out as white hot pain shot through her arms. Beads of crimson blood slowly popped from the wounds and trailed down her arms.

Pleased by the pain he inflicted on his victim and in need to see her in more pain he flashed her a glimpse of his razor sharp canines.

Elizabeth struggled under his strong hold as his tongue ran over his razor sharp teeth.. She would not go down without a fight.

“Oh honey don’t fight it,” the man cooed as he pulled the neck of her sweater down. “That will only make things much worse.” He wrapped his heavy hand in her hair and yanked it back allowing himself a nice view of her neck. “All I want is a little taste,” he hissed before nearing his mouth toward the soft supple flesh.

Elizabeth never needed anyone more than she needed Jason at that moment and he was nowhere to be found. “Jason!”

Meanwhile...

Brenda Barrett prided herself on being organized even though she lived in constant disarray. Her house was a mass of confusion and anyone would be confused as to how she knew where everything was, but she did. She could spot a needle in a haystack if needed. She just always knew.

She was born with the gift of knowledge passed down to her from her great grandmother who was known as a voodoo healer in her small hometown of Lestat, Louisiana. Brenda had always been dubbed as wise beyond her years, mostly due to her approach on life. She knew that bad things happened, having her first death premonition at only three years old, and she wasn’t afraid of life ending. She felt there was life beyond life so one should accept their death was inevitable and live to die.

That was the attitude that led her from the backwoods of Louisiana to Port Charles, New York. She was out to make her own life away from the constraints of a small town.

Her mother had been afraid for her only daughter. She was young and beautiful and way too smart for her own good. Many looked down on women who told it how they felt it- and that was her Bren. Lynda Barrett had to be reassured by Brenda that she would be alright and if she wasn’t- then- oh well.

When the summer after Brenda’s eighteenth year of life rolled around the young beauty packed her life up in two worn suitcase;, paid sixty dollars for a Greyhound bus ticket; and took the long trip from Lestat to Port Charles.

She had lived meagerly upon her arrival but quickly earned money by doing freelance palm readings and spiritual cleansings. She bought her own little cottage house and had lived peacefully ever since.

That was of course until Elizabeth made her way to her home in need of assistance. She felt the girls presence before she even made it down the gravel path. She knew that the girl was confused and in a weakened state despite her best efforts to cover it. But she had been shocked when the tiny brunette spoke of Jason as her assailant.

Hearing the vampires name slip from the innocent girl in front of her had made Brenda's blood run cold. She put on a happy face for Elizabeth's sake but deep down she knew that the girl was in grave danger.

“Now where are they?” Brenda questioned herself, angry that she was unable to find her extra wooden stakes. She had a feeling that trouble would be headed her way and she needed to be prepared.

“You looking for these?”

Brenda froze in her tracks. The fine hairs on her neck prickled and stood on end. Jason Morgan- she would know that voice anywhere.

Slowly she turned on her heel in the direction of the mocking voice and came face to face with the menacing vampire. He was holding the last of her stakes in the palms of his large hands. Yeah- she knew trouble was coming, and he had just showed up. “You weren’t invited in.” Brenda spoke evenly.

“Oh Brenda, you know I am much too powerful to be limited to such baseless vampire defenses. I don’t always have to be invited in. It was a bit tricky though, you have enough defense and protection spells around this house to keep the cops from knocking.”

He was right. She cast a nightly protection spells on her house. No one got in unless invited and he was a vampire of all things he should have never gotten past the welcome mat. Jason must be getting stronger, she surmised. Her heart pounded hard against her chest. “Jason, you don’t want to do this.”

Jason smirked at the tall brunette. “You sent Elizabeth to kill me.”

So Elizabeth had made it to Jason and apparently she didn’t make it out. “Elizabeth... did you?”

“Don’t you worry about Elizabeth, she's safely locked away. I will deal with her later ,but now I deal with you.” Jason lunged at Brenda but she was faster and prepared.

She threw an energy force ball square at his chest. The impact stunned him into submission. The heated-electric waves penetrated his chest gripping at him like a vice causing his muscular frame to stumble backward in pain.

It felt like he had been shocked by a stun gun... on steroids.

Brenda used his failed attempt to make a run for her supply room. She slammed the door behind her and began to mumble a protection chant as she searched for something to ward the demonic man off with.

The door broke open crashing to the floor. Jason stood at the entrance of the room unable to enter. His normally cerulean eyes were the blackest of night. Brenda quickly stammered to a closet in search of matches.  “I’m going to light your ass up,” she warned him, thankful for her quick thinking.

Jason’s anger built as he struggled against the force field of Brenda’s spell. All he needed was a little time and he could surely break it and enter. He hadn’t expected to get hit in the chest with a fuckin' energy ball. That blow had weakened him and was the reason why he couldn’t make it through the threshold of the room. Damn Sorceress.

“Found it!” Uh huh- mother fucker you are about to die,” Brenda sang, lighting the end of a towel that was secured tightly to a  long iron stake. Once the towel flamed she shoved it in the direction of her opposing enemy. “Now what?”

Jason looked at the witch in disbelief. Laughter filled his chest but he tried his hardest not to let it show. “Just like old times,” he growled.

Brenda couldn’t help but grin at her nemesis. “Just like old times,” she agreed. Since she obviously had the vampires attention she decided to use the opportunity to her advantage. “Why Elizabeth?”

“Why not.” He answered through clenched teeth. The heat from the blaze on a stick was getting to him.

“She is just a kid. There are plenty of temptresses who would be more than happy to be your sire. So why her?”

Jason thought the question over and answered honestly. “Because I hate her.”

It was true. He hated that she was able to make him feel. He didn’t ask for her to get under his skin, and he sure didn’t need it, yet she had. He hated her for it.

Brenda’s eyes squinted at the man and the heat of the fire. She knew all to well what his words meant. He loved her.

Jason felt his strength replenish and contemplated just leaving. He could now easily enter the room. Brenda had no idea that her spell had worn off. He wanted her dead but something wouldn’t let him do it. He was unfocused. There was a nagging sense that something was off with Elizabeth. That’s when he heard her.

Jason!

His head flung back and he let out a growl at the quick pain that shot through his body. Someone was hurting her.

Brenda stared, shocked at the growling man who seemed to be in an unknown pain. Forcing her stare away she closed her eyes and chanted a protection spell once more. By the time she reopened them Jason was gone.

His hot vile breath blew across her face in spurts. The disgusting stickiness of each sour burst of breath fanned her nose and caused her stomach to churn in repulsion.

She twisted her tiny frame in hopes of freeing herself from his unrelenting hold. Her attempts at freedom were unsuccessful; his meaty hands were wrapped around her arms so tightly that every time she moved excruciating pain shot through the nimble limbs.

She was sure that if she kept struggling against his will the sand paper roughness of his hands would rub the skin of her arms clear off.

So she stopped.

Her body stopped moving, and her mouth stopped talking, and her mind stopped working.

Jason was gone. He had left her alone, too weak to fend for herself against evil. He was the reason she was here about to suffer some unknown fate. He had made her into this half human half dead person who needed him to survive. He had taken her life away and left her this empty shell of a person. He had thrown her body across the room as though she were a goddamned volley ball. Then he had left her.

He locked her up like a fuckin’ slave.

There was no reason to fight to live anymore. Elizabeth was sure that this man would take her life and she realized that she welcomed the reprieve. Death was a far better prospect than living like a zombie for the rest of her miserable life.

She watched the olive complexioned man run his slimy tongue over his chapped lips in an effort to moisten them. She knew that that action was solely done in preparation to plunder her mouth. That’s why she was not surprised when he scraped his lips against hers. The action repulsed her and she swallowed back the distinct taste of copper that rose in her throat like bile.

His thick tongue jutted out of his mouth and onto her lips. He tried to part her lips with his but Elizabeth was strong in her reserve. She kept her mouth tightly closed. He could kill her, she no longer cared, but in her last moments on earth, the last thing she tasted would not be the inner workings of the beats's piss poor saliva.

He became frustrated with her and moved one of his hands from her arm to her chin. He forcefully cupped her face to still her protests. His nails dug into the soft skin of her cheeks leaving deep red crescent moons in their wake.

Still, Elizabeth did not relent and when he tried once more to force his tongue into her mouth she parted her lips, to his pleasure, and bit down on the sour muscle of his mouth.

He jerked back and brought his hand up then swiftly down, backhand first, hard against the alabaster skin of her face. The force of the impact sent Elizabeth back on her butt. “You fuckin’ bitch!” His cries were bitter.

Elizabeth was stunned into submission. She brought her hand up to the throbbing flesh. Hot tears escaped her eyes and dropped like a steady rain down her face. The thick guard towered over her casting a dark shadow over her crumpled state.

“You’ll pay for that.”

She knew she would and surprisingly enough she didn’t care. Her ribs were raw from being thrown across the room and she could hardly breathe without wincing. Her head was pounding like a heavy beat drummed through it from continued abuse. She was better off dead.

“Kill me.” Her voice was barley a whisper. More tears flowed without abandon down her bruised skin. “Get it over with. Put me out of my misery.” Her hands dropped, defeated, into her lap. “Kill me.”

Her words seemed to stop his advancement on her. He looked down at her peculiarly. His coal black eyes studying her. Elizabeth was sure that she saw pity flash in his eyes but it was quickly replaced by rage; if it was ever there at all.

She knew that these few breaths she took would be her last as his shadowy presence closed in on her. She wasn’t quite sure what one was to do in their final seconds of life. She waited for her life to flash before her eyes, but it never came. So much for that myth.

She wasn’t religious. Never had been; maybe that was why something so inexplicably horrible had happened to her. Maybe if she had gone with Grams to church on Sunday, and bible study on Wednesday's she would have been protected from the likes of Jason Morgan and anything that had to do with him.

She searched her mind trying to find some comfort in her last moments of life. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind she remembered a prayer that her grandmother had instilled in her at an early age.

For some reason, unclear to her, the sound of the words traveling through her head brought comfort to her.

Blocking out the noise around her she let her thoughts slip away from the moment. She let her body go limp and removed herself from the perverted scene about to take place. Becoming lost was the only way she would be able to die peacefully so she buried herself in the soothing lull of her grandmother’s voice.

Our father.

Who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

She waited for his breath to fan her neck and his teeth to pierce her flesh. She waited for the slow drain of her listless blood to be drawn from her mangled body. She waited.

But it never came.

Forcing herself out of the self induced coma she had gone into she cautiously opened her eyes. Her vision; blurred, had to adjust to the darkness of the room and when it did the shock of who stood hoovering over her nearly killed her dead on the spot.

“Jason.” Was her only reply before she gave in to the impending weariness off her tumultuous days. At least, she thought, as what she was sure was deaths beckoning call overtook her, the last face she saw was Jason's.

Then, as if fading into another realm her vision blurred once more and then there was darkness.

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.- Maya Angelou

“Elizabeth.”

He was out of breath, stressed, relived, angry. He wanted to put his fist through a wall...again. Smash the plaster over and over, until there were no more barriers suffocating him. And he would have if Elizabeth was not lying lifeless at his feet.

How had he allowed this to happen to her? Was he that self involved… that out for revenge against Brenda Barrett for aiding in Elizabeth’s misguided attempts at killing him that he would leave her alone with the savages he employed?

What if he hadn’t made it in time?

What would have happened to him if she had died?

She looked as though she had. Her already pale skin was sheeting white, almost translucent. Her hair had fallen from the tight bun it was in earlier and laid limp around her bruised face. The lips that he fantasized about nightly were void of there normal pink tint and were now bluish in tone.

Jason forced himself to look away from her battered body. He couldn’t do this. He didn’t want to care about her. He wanted to be free of her and the power she had over him.

Damn it.

“Boss.”

Jason’s eyes shot in the direction of the voice. Max Giambetti, his trusted guard, stood at the entrance of the splintered door that Jason had just moments ago slammed through, knocking it from its hinges. Max’s eyes were on the guard sprawled in a flat mass pooled in his own blood on the floor. If he was shocked to see the man’s neck sliced from ear to ear he didn’t show it. “I’ll get the guys to clean up.”

Jason swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Yeah,” his response was cool, much unlike the tornado of emotions swirling throughout his body.

He expected Max to hurry off to get a clean up crew so that he could get a moment of uninterrupted time with Elizabeth but Max stood unwavering. His eyes, now removed from the dead vampire, were trained on the crumpled woman heaped at Jason’s feet.

“What about the girl?”

Jason finally looked back to Elizabeth. He wanted to touch her but was afraid that if he did there was no way he would be able to hide his feelings for Elizabeth. What would Max think, seeing his boss break down at the side of some human woman?

He had already stormed past him at the front door, kicked down his bedroom door and showed no mercy as he slaughtered one of his long time guards, all in the name of saving Elizabeth. 

“Is she dead?” Max asked after not getting any clear answer from Jason.

Jason’s steel blue eyes were transfixed on Elizabeth. He knew that she wasn’t dead. If she was he would be suffering in some way, their connection guaranteed that much. And the only thing he was suffering from at the moment were his conflicting feelings about the woman passed out before him.

Those feelings had him at an impasse. Should he pick her up and cradle her tiny body in his arms in an effort to take the pain away? Or should he remain unaffected and have someone else come care for her?

Jason warred and reasoned with himself. He had already partially shown his hand and the last thing he needed to do was flip his cards over prematurely for all to see.

With his next actions decided he shook away the fear that held his body hostage, lifted his foot and nudged Elizabeth’s side with the toe of his scuffed motorcycle boot.

Her frail body immediately recoiled at the contact, giving Max the answer that Jason already knew.

She was alive.

“Get Alexis Davis.” Jason instructed Max. “Tell her I need clothes for a girl.”

He was drunk and he was loving it. The reprieve from thinking about Elizabeth’s health was needed and he took another sip of tequila to ensure that his blissful nonchalance would continue.

Why hadn’t he listened to Sonny? He had been warned thoroughly about staying away from Elizabeth. Sonny told him that it would only lead to trouble, but had he listened?

No. He hadn’t.

Jason had to give it to his mentor; the older man knew his stuff.

Had he taken Sonny’s word at face value Elizabeth would be living the life of a college girl. Partying with friends, studying art… his lips pursed at his last thought…dating. But he had intervened. He had to have her and now she was lying upstairs half alive half dead, unable to move, bruised and battered.

Realizing that he was once again consumed with thoughts of Elizabeth, Jason pitched the glass he had been nursing across the room. It hit the door and shattered on contact. Pleased with himself he picked up another glass from the wet bar and threw it. Like the one before it; it hit the door and shattered. A third glass met a similar fate and then a fourth.

By the time he was on his fifth pitch Jason donned a menacing snarl. His fifth throw shot through the room and hit a painting mounted on the wall, thumped back, and hit the ground with a thud. It was still intact and that pissed him off.

Thoughts of grabbing another glass and continuing his angered display crossed his mind. But he stood still in the darkness of the room, arms hanging tightly at his sides and hands balled into fists. He stared, unforgiving, at the glass glinting tauntingly in the moonlight.

Crossing the room to retrieve the unbroken glass, he stopped short of picking it up when his front door opened.

Sonny entered the dark penthouse. The soles of his expensive Italian leather shoes cracked over the shattered glass that sparkled on the hardwood floor.

Jason watched as the dark haired man step cautiously over the broken glass. He thought he heard Sonny “tsk” under his breath but he couldn’t be sure. That was the only recognition Sonny showed as he passed Jason on his way to the wet bar.

Sonny silently poured himself a glass of bourbon and sipped it before he spoke a word. “Why is she here?”

Jason stood motionless by his leather couch. The darkness of the house blanketed their features like a shroud so Sonny was unable to see the scowl that etched Jason’s face.

“I told you to stay away from her.”

“I did,” Jason shot back. He rubbed his fingers over the back of his neck, stopping at a tension knot, he pressed down in hopes of relieving the pain there. “She came to me.”

Sonny huffed, his disgust clearly evident in his clipped tone. “And you let her in?”

“No.” Jason chose not to go into further detail about how Elizabeth snuck her way past the guards at the entrance of the building, then past his guards at the door and into his room without being seen. If Sonny knew a human girl had done such things he would have all of the guards maimed, if not worse.

Thankfully, Sonny dropped his inquisition. “You need to get her out of here.”

“No.”

“What?”

“I said no.” Jason calmly responded. “She’s too weak.”

“How would you know that? Alexis hasn’t come down yet has she?”

“I know. I saw her. Arturo almost killed her.”

“Maybe he should have.”

Jason sprang from his stance by the couch. His pupils narrowed to slits as he swallowed the distance between himself and Sonny. “What did you say?” 

Sonny stood undaunted by Jason’s pubescent display. “I said,” Sonny dared Jason to step closer with a single look that caused the younger man to pause, “Maybe he should have.”

“She’s just a girl.”

“A miserable girl,” Sonny reminded him, “In fact, she probably wanted Arturo to kill her.”

Jason shook his head. Elizabeth didn’t want to die. “No.”

“Yes,” Sonny countered, nodding his head he continued, “You don’t know what it is like to live a half life Jason. When you were sired it was done with completeness. You have only known one way of death and that is the one you are living now. You were never caught between two worlds.”

Sonny swirled the amber liquid around in his glass. “But I have and I know what it feels like to want to be put out of the misery of it all.”

The younger vampire’s resolve faded. Once again Sonny was right. “Do you think I should-”

His question was cut short when Alexis descended the stairs and paused on the landing. Her dark hair fell at her shoulders which were slumped. She looked exhausted and probably was. She had been woken up in the middle of the night and summoned to his house.

“She is sleeping comfortably. I changed her into a night shirt and left the rest of the clothes on the dresser.”

Alexis looked from Sonny to Jason, back to Sonny and then to the floor. She sighed when her eyes met the wake of Jason’s anger. “Who is she?”

Jason answered first, “She’s…”

“No one.” Sonny interrupted. “Thank you, Alexis. You can go now.” He dismissed his attorney with a curt nod.

Alexis gave him a once over then stepped from the landing. Paying no mind to the glass crunching beneath her heels she crossed to the door. “You can see her now… if you want.” She said into the black room before leaving, quietly closing the door behind her.

After the door closed Jason started toward the stairs.

“We need to talk.” Sonny demanded.

“Later.”

“Jason.”

“I said later.”

Sonny’s next words fell on deaf ears because Jason was already up the stairs before the older vampire could get them out.

Jason was allowing himself to be led by the nose by some little human girl. The thought of Jason's work becoming sloppier than it already had made Sonny’s blood boil.

Jason was his partner and had been for one hundred years and counting. He made Jason the vampire he was today and he would be damned if he let that bitch lying upstairs come between the powerhouse he and Jason had created in the underworld they lived in.

Pissed, Sonny downed the last of the warm bourbon.

It was his turn to throw a glass into the nothingness of the dark room. The short rock glass hit the same painting that Jason’s had with better results. Leaving the glass shattered and the picture splintered in its wake.

The girl had to be taken care of and he would see to it that she was.

Jason stalled at the entrance of his bedroom. He inspected the new door and liked what he saw. The double deadbolts had been installed like he asked and only he had the key to them this time. The new door was double reinforced and was in place as though it had always been there. To anyone who wasn’t privy to the exchange that had happened a few short hours ago, it always had been.

The clean up crew had done one heck of a job. They were thorough, even managing to get the blood off of the hardwood without leaving a crimson stain.

Arturo’s body had been taken away and burned to ensure that he was indeed dead. Vampires had a tricky way of living through even the most gruesome misfortunes. Nothing guaranteed the death of a vampire like a stake through the heart or a good scorching.

He had encountered a few curious looks from some of the newer guards. They weren’t quite sure why Jason would go to such drastic measures as to kill Arturo. Guards had done much worse and lived. All Arturo had done was rough up some girl in Jason’s bedroom. He knew they were all scratching their heads at him but he didn’t care.

Elizabeth was not just some girl to him. That’s all the knowledge their questioning glances awarded them.

Jason stepped silently into the shadowy threshold. His attention rested solely on Elizabeth. She was sleeping, peacefully, on his bed. After the night she had suffered rest was a good thing.

He frowned when he noticed the sheets that had been kicked from her body. She looked so frail laying there in his oversized bed without anything to cover her. He took a cautious step forward and when he caught a glimpse of the moonlight illuminating her body he immediately wished he hadn’t. The night shirt, as Alexis had referred to it as, was hardly a shirt at all.

The damn thing was thin as paper, sheer and rumpled high above Elizabeth’s thighs, probably due to her movements in her sleep. Everything inside of him told him to turn around, close and lock the door then throw away the key. That way he could keep Elizabeth locked safely away from any other man, good or evil and away from one of the most evil dangers of all.

Him.

Even though all of his good reason screamed for him to go to The Basement, he and Sonny’s night club and newest business venture, throw back a few more drinks and fuck the brains out of the first willing vamp, his body wouldn’t cooperate.

Seeing Elizabeth the way she was. Lying there in such a vulnerable state unable to fend him away aroused something primitive in him. His insides stirred and without him knowing that he had willed it to happen his bedroom door slammed shut and he heard two clicks of the locks.

He neared the bed stripping himself of his black trench and accompanying black long sleeved thermal shirt along the way. He undid the top button of his jet black jeans exposing the scant wheat colored hairs that began right below his naval and disappeared beneath the zipper of his pants.

It would be so easy to slip into her without her knowing he was there until he'd entered her waiting body. He longed for her and after getting a taste of that sweet rich blood that ran through her tiny blue veins he knew he would not make it through the rest of his miserable life without tasting her again.

Elizabeth stirred in her sleep making the night shirt ride up higher exposing more of her creamy white thighs. Jason stifled his groan, but he was unable to stifle his ever hardening erection. The muscle stretched under the confines of his jeans. He wanted nothing more then to strip the barrier away and slip into the bed next to Elizabeth.

But he didn’t.

Elizabeth stirred once more, this time she lifted her sleepy lids and focused on him. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. Her eyes beckoned him forth and he went without having to be told.

Jason climbed into the bed and settled down beside her. He lay on his side facing Elizabeth. Their eyes stayed locked on each other. Their actions were so innocent yet so intimate that it almost made Jason feel like an intruder on his own moment.

When had he become a man that could be beckoned to a woman with the slightest bat of an eyelash?

He sighed and answered his own question: The first time he laid eyes on the beautiful woman now lying beside him in his penthouse… in his bed.

He watched her with intensity as she ran her pink tongue over her top then bottom lip. She then pulled her moistened bottom lip into her mouth and worried it between her teeth. The last time he watched her do that was from a distance. He could still remember the bright red blood droplet that gathered from her biting down on the supple flesh so hard.

This time he was right there with her, his eyes fixed to her lush mouth. He was waiting for her to pierce her lip so that he could claim her mouth in an unforgiving kiss and lick every last drop of her tasteful blood from the self inflicted wound.

She released her lip from its prison between her teeth. It was red and plump from the abuse it had just sustained. Jason had to bite down on his tongue to keep himself from licking that lip of hers.

“Jason,” she whispered. Her breath fluttered around his nose and lips, warming him with each exhale.

“Shhh,” he hushed any further words she had for him. He didn’t want to hear her say anything. Not even his name. Not in the forgiving way she just had.

Her small hand lifted to his cheek. She pressed it gently against the rough stubble that came from two days without shaving. The gentleness in her touch made him close his eyes. He brought his larger hand above hers and after hesitating a bit, finally rested it atop her diminutive fingers.

He struggled to find his voice so he could apologize to her for what had happened. He needed her to know that he was sorry for the things that he had done earlier and for the things that Arturo had done to her as well.

“You don’t have to apologize to me Jason.” Her tone was hushed and a little weak. Her voice was still hoarse from his feed on her days ago.

“How did you know?” He asked her. How had she known what he was thinking and feeling?

Elizabeth caressed his cheek, “I just did.”

Her answer was simple but Jason had to wonder if their connection went further than he had even realized. Dismissing the thought he spoke once more. “I need to say it anyway.” He swallowed thickly and fought to find the right words to express his remorse. He came up with nothing so he settled for, “I’m sorry.”

Elizabeth didn’t respond back. She just scooted her body closer to him and moved her mouth to his. Her lips came down softly against his and even though he tried not to let the soft feel of her mouth over his affect him, it did.

He groaned deeply and brought the hand that lay on top of hers to the back of her neck. Pulling her closer to him, his tongue found its way past her parted lips and met with hers. He deepened the kiss causing Elizabeth to moan into his mouth.

Her body was warm and pliable against his. He was able to will her anyway he wanted and at that moment he wanted every part of her.

Breaking away from the kiss Jason lifted his body and shoved his pants past his narrow hips letting his girth spring forth. When they bunched around his ankles he was able to kick them off. 

Fully undressed, he repositioned his body so that he was lying between Elizabeth’s legs. His hot erection bobbed against the inside of her alabaster thighs. One hand found the soft cotton material of her panties while the other tangled in the coolness of her hair.

“Elizabeth,” he murmured above her mouth as he rested on one forearm so he could shimmy her panties down her legs.

Elizabeth arched her back and grinded her body up against his manhood, “Yes…,” she answered breathlessly.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked. When he got her panties down to her feet he slipped them off and placed himself over her once more. “You’re hurt…”

Butterfly kisses distributed to the area around his mouth gave him all the reply he needed.

Jason didn’t think too many people would be welcoming sex after the rough couple of days Elizabeth had had. But vampires were sexual by design. They lusted and craved harder than any being that walked, swam or slithered the earth. With Elizabeth being half vamp he guessed that some of that sex drive ran through her veins as well.

He took a moment to look at her, surveying her feminine features. It was easy for him now to understand how he had fallen for such a beautiful creature. She was breathtaking especially in her sex driven state.

Her midnight blues stared back up at him as her hands skittered up and down his muscular back. Her dark tresses haloed around her head and stood out against the stark white sheets. Her lips were ripe and red from the kiss they had just shared.

There was no way to explain the hold Elizabeth had over him since day one, and he no longer felt the need to figure it out. He had gotten himself entangled with her too deep. He knew now that there was no way that he would be able to let her go. Not without a fight and he would kill any man, woman or thing that tried to stand in his way.

Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered down, in what Jason thought was embarrassment; he was staring. But when her heavily lidded orbs shot back up he knew that was not the case at all.

Her pupils were dark as onyx and hungry for him. Her eyebrow quirked up daringly and her lips set in a devilish grin.

Yes, he had gotten himself in too deep. And he was sure things were about to get a whole lot deeper.

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