Kiss and Control

[The Cedar Witch]

Sonya\'s eyes darkened and she pulled her hand away from him, yet she laughed with forced humor as she shifted toward the ceiling. "You don\'t love me," she replied coldly, "You hardly know who I am." Her eyes missed his as her mind began to darkly churn on it\'s own. And the ancient laughed again, as if enjoying some inward joke.

"Please," she whispered sarcastically, trying in vain to shrug off the comment. The very notion of love had always frustrated her. But should it now? It was a foolish thing spoken after a one-night-stand. It didn\'t matter. Yet somewhere in the back of her mind, something whispered that it should. There was the sticky feeling of loneliness building, and she avoided looking at him for the sake of preserving the anonymity of the moment they had just shared.

Meaningless sex was something routine to her. Wasn\'t it?

[Saiketsu]

Judas turned towards her, laying on his side and allowing his hand to rest on her damp stomach that sloped so deliciously towards her best aspects. Fire raged in him only for the wonderful sex she had just supplied for him. And only for the sex. Otherwise she was intollerable.

A woman in control of a man. No wonder she had no one at her side.

"Come on, darling," His smile never faded even as the image of Jean-Luc had, pressed down into the depths of his mind once again. That guy was a prick for bringing Pierre into the picture, especially now. "What are you getting so..." his hand crept lower on her stomach, running over the smooth skin that was her female make-up, "touchy for?" He bit down on his lip as his hand grazed the still-excessively-moist-and-wonderfully-experienced flesh of her clit. It moved the fire around in his abdomen and Judas began to negotiate with himself, saying \'just one more round\'.

[The Cedar Witch]

Sonya hissed angrily, in no mood for anything of the sort. She pulled away from him again, tempted to sit up but unwilling to leave the bed. The touching that would have normally made her crave \'another go\' disgusted her, and she was slowly beginning to become sick of the child. Was sex all he cared for? The thought shouldn\'t have surprised her as much as it did. After all, wasn\'t it she that had lured him in with her body? Could she possibly fool herself into thinking that he actually fucking cared about her paintings? For all she knew, he wasn\'t even an artist himself and hadn\'t the mental capacity to even begin to grasp half of the passion that she threw into everything.

"I don\'t throw the phrase around so casually," she glared icily at him from the corner of her eye before returning her gaze to the ceiling. "Besides, it\'s getting early. I\'d hate to see you in ashes all over the road." There was no offer for him to stay through the day, nor was there one for a ride to some other shelter. The woman couldn\'t care less about him.

Men were so shallow and she hated it. And no matter how many of them she fucked, Sonya was still bitterly unwilling to admit that she wanted something more then sex sometimes. But that thought had nothing to do with Nikolai. He was a child. A play thing. And she was becoming rather bored with her toy.

[Saiketsu]

Judas scoffed at her. Lighting the match, he rose from the bed, ignoring her for a moment as he retrieved his clothes. What a bitch. "Yeah," he spat darkly, sliding on his lower layers in one motion, just as they came off. "The word \'love\' must be the only thing you don\'t throw around loosely, now isn\'t it?" He didn\'t even bother disguising his aggrivation or his viciousness, even though he knew exactly what an elder was capable.

"Hell, why not make a habit of keeping the term loose. You do so good with everything loose." And a laugh that was purely Judas\' own erupted bitterly from his throat. He was laughing at her, clearly and pointedly. Fucking cunt.

[The Cedar Witch]

"What did you just say?" Her face became contorted in rage while she watched him dress for a moment, at a loss for words. How dare he! Everything inside of her screamed for a retaliation, and it did not take time for her to obey. The woman moved quicker then he could have possibly dreamed, something simple at her age and easier still with the blood in her system. Her hand was at his throat and she slammed him against the nearby wall, shaking the house.

"Watch your fucking mouth, child. Remember whose house you are in." the ancient spat, squeezing harder and threatening to break skin. It didn\'t matter to her that she was naked, she felt not a hint of vulnerability or shame as she drilled into his eyes that had lost their interesting qualities. The only thing she wanted now was to rip him to shreds.

This situation was too similar for her. It was exactly what happened with James before she claimed him. But Nikolai was already dead, and there will be no such extension of mercy on her part. No offer for life. The game had spoiled, leaving an awful taste in her mouth. Sonya could still hear James\' voice echoing inside of her mind, his accusations of her lack of a civilized nature. But what did he know? She wasn\'t a monster. She was a Queen.

And she would be obeyed.

[Saiketsu]

The impact rattled his brain, a bright flash of white light lingering behind his eyes. It took Judas a long moment to come to, suffering through the pain lining the back of his body. His feet barely touched the floor as her grip pressed him against the wall harder than he had ever been pressed anywhere. All the pleasure he had experienced heretofor was drained from his body by the strength of the other immortal.

He hated the cunt, and not even her sex could make up for this one, no matter how good it really was. Instinctually his claws dug into the flesh of her hand in an attempt to pry it off his throat. Judas was met with infinite strength he had never known before, no matter how deep his nails dug. Panic set in as he realized that the only way he\'d be getting out of this one was to wait until she released him.

And in the meantime, his throat would burn with Thirst for the cold blood she had denied him for hours, his bare shoulders ached with the impact with the wall. He couldn\'t even fight her, knowing that at this point she\'d probably tare his head off. And Judas had a particular fondness for his head. Judas was simply grateful that he didn\'t need to breathe anymore.

The younger vampire looked down at the woman through his struggles, the sight of her naked flesh doing nothing for him anymore. She was just another woman after all, another blood-sucking demon like all women were. There was a hint of laughter in his strained voice. "You keep holding me here, I\'m gonna get stuck in your wall. And you\'re going to have to redo all your pretty decorations. Now put me down."

There would never, Never, be an apology from his mouth. Judas would find more victims to fuck and bleed. She didn\'t deserve his appologies, sympathies. She deserved nothing but a good fucking lesson to teach her her place as a woman in the world of men.

[The Cedar Witch]

"You\'ll not command me," Sonya pushed her nails into his throat, eyes wide and full of loathing. His pitiful attempts to free her hand from his throat were nearly laughable, and another angry hiss erupted from her mouth. What good was he? The man would have to beg her forgiveness on her knees if she were to even consider giving him another chance. For life, that is. Not with her. Nothing he could ever do would redeem himself in her eyes. The ancient leaned closer in, even though their physical contact now disgusted her, and positioned her mouth dangerously close to where she had torn his throat before.

"How about I drain your veins dry and cement you into the wall and you can become my pretty little decoration?" The immortal pushed him farther into the wall, and the house groaned in protest. She couldn\'t care less about the damage. She had enough money to fix it and then some. After this was over, she would never set foot into this room without reason again. Not until everything had been changed.

Sonya had half the mind to throw him from the window after she took all of the fire from his veins enough to make him stumble. She wasn\'t even sure if she could keep her temper enough to allow him to simply walk from the front door. If he had been human, it would have been so much more satisfying to crush him. The darkness within her churned violently, giving her enough momentum to rip him apart if she chose to do so.

[Saiketsu]

Judas snarled right back, disgusted at the scent of more of his blood being spilled because of this fucking twat. Her hands were stronger than steel clawing into him. The leeches returned quickly to lap up his hatred and tare that black concave in his chest apart all over again. His green eyes lingered on hers with only the slightest hint of fear inside. He had never dealt with an immortal this strong before and the idea kept the Zalmric at bay.

"Good. At least then you\'ll have another reason to remember me forever," Judas spat viciously.

[The Cedar Witch]

That was it for her. That last straw for the night. Bitterly she latched onto him again, teeth sinking viciously into his throat and she didn\'t even try to sugar coat it to make it feel the least bit pleasant. The immortal crushed his body against hers, talons biting angrily into his back in a deathly embrace. When she had taken a mouthful of the ruddy liquid, she pulled away from him and spit it onto the floor. Filth, she seethed, hardly taking pleasure in the taste. It was dirt to her. Something had tainted his blood beyond the point of pleasure, tinting it black. Nothing about the way he tasted made her pine for him anymore, and the fact that she once had longed for the poison made her seethe inside.

Several times she repeated the act, the darkness twisting and writhing within her each time she took a mouthful. And finally, when the metallic nectar had adulterated the pure white carpet with its gory stain, Sonya took her last mouthful and let it seep from the corners of her mouth, drip down her chin and onto her chest. The ancient then pressed her lips roughly against his for a last, malice-filled kiss goodbye with crimson lips. She hardly let him breathe before pushing him into the wall across the room, nearly through the window.

"Let\'s hope you even live that long," her voice was sultry and she gave him one last dark look of hatred before there was an awful shattering sound. The woman didn\'t even turn back to see if he had landed on his feet. Disgusted she took his shirt in her hands and tore it apart, letting it flutter in pieces out the shattered window.

[Saiketsu]

By the time she was finished with him, Judas\' claws had stopped grappling with the steely shoulders of the beautiful wench, his snarls had caught in his throat and his anger swelled increduously to see his own black blood so defiled by the woman\'s teeth, splattered on the white carpets. He would have hated her less if she had taken it all and swallowed.

Pitch blackness was washing over him by the time she stopped. His veins burned, his throat screamed in agony. A second death was coming, he knew it. And all he could think of was the blonde Judas wished he were with instead of just another woman. The younger vampire, fighting off the closing darkness, didn\'t even understand what the elder had said. Nor did he feel the shattering glass on his poor broken shoulders.

It wasn\'t until Nikolai hit the ground that the image of his best man faded from his mind. He felt the gravel press against his battered back as he slid ungracefully. The world spun as his body turned over with the momentum, pver and over until he finally came to an agonizing stop some distance away from the house.

The light of nighttime, as well as Pierre\'s chiselled features faded from view completely, his green eyes rolled upwards in his head. Darkness of unconscienceness overtook Nikolai as he lay battered and strew in the gravel driveway.

There was a stirring somewhere; Nikolai could feel it even in his sleep as the sun rose faster. A sharp pain woke him from his sleep of blood-loss, a tear in the black hole, that familiar feeling of liquid tar on his open wounds and broken shoulders. The vampire wanted to scream, wanted to fight against it, but his body was just too broken. Adam was there, somewhere, unwillingy keeping him alive for one more night. That sadistic bastard was in love with hurting Nikolai. His help was nothing more than a terrifically painful rape and Nikolai couldn\'t help but take it. Fire like molten rock burned in his shoulders and moved them back into proper alignment, something that blood would take hours to do. The metallic tinge in his mouth had told Nikolai that he was biting down on his tongue to stifle the roar of agony of moving and mending bones.

He had no idea how long he was laying there suffering, but after what felt like hours of brutal torture of self-preservation, Nikolai was able to climb to his feet, a mild pain lingering in the upper back. Flames licked his throat where her fangs had broken through and raped him. Rape, rape, rape. Thirst raged and the desperation of the moment set in. His green eyes glowered at Sonya\'s broken window as he put the pieces together. Nikolai ignored his tattered shirt, chosing to leave it as a douchey reminder of his time in her pussy.

Regardless of what she had done, she was nothing more than a notch on his bedpost now. A very good notch.