| He grabbed my face, pulling me down on top of him, and kissed me passionately. The way no other person in my life had ever kissed me. Something told me to open my eyes I saw his onyx black eyes staring me back in the eyes and I was caught off guard. I recoiled but he pulled me in tighter and I relaxed remembering that he was my Jared. I ran my fingers all over his chest making sure not to scratch him with my sharpened nails. He squeezed my pale white breast and kissed me all over my neck. I started to unzip his pants and he began biting my neck. I took off his pants and underwear noticing that his pubic hair had more than doubled in length since the last time I saw him. As I began to put his long hard manhood into my mouth I looked up at him to see that his nails were growing rapidly as well as the hair on him all over his body. Perhaps going down on him isn't the best thing to do right now I thought and I slid his entire cock into me. He began biting me again and it seemed like he was tasting my neck. As I pumped up and down on the organ, his bite became harder and increasingly painful. "Ah-ahh." I cried out with a little bit of pain in the sound. With this he eased up for a second�but only a second and then he bit me five times harder than before. I felt something dripping down my chest and neck as he was still biting but I continued to pump. " Jare, stop!" I choked on the pain. But he didn't stop. He kept biting harder until I screamed in horror, " Jared!!!" He flipped me over forcefully; his hair thrashing all around as he chopped away at chunks of my neck and I choked on my own blood. I couldn't scream anymore. All I could think in my head was, " Jared, my Jared, how could he be this way. My mysterious man." And " I can't believe I'm still conscious." I spit up some blood onto my black satin sheets and it became invisible. The world began to spin in front of me and my sight became blurry. But I could still see the animalistic look in his deep onyx eyes. His mouth, face, and fangs were covered in my blood. With his sharp nails he ripped away at my limbs and his teeth still working away at my neck. I wished to black out but for some reason I didn't. He threw my legs across the room blood splattered all over the wall. Oh how I wanted to scream or die or black out. But mostly I just wanted my Jared to be like he was a few moments ago as we talked. I just wanted my mysterious ice handed lover back. When I finally felt nothing left I looked around and I was on the floor�too close to the floor in fact�and where was my body? I looked to my right and I saw my leg and breast on the floor. I tried to gasp a scream but I couldn't I was only a head. I saw Jared's feet. And then I felt his hand grab me by the hair. I wanted to scream. Why was I still alive and conscious? He pulled my head up to his face and for a moment he looked like my Jared. He looked at me lovingly and there was no blood or fangs on him. He had put his leather pants back on and he had on no shirt. "My Jared." I thought, but then I realized I was only a head. I blacked out. For an hour maybe two�perhaps even a few days or weeks. Whatever the time, I awoke laying on my bed in a black velvet dress. I had my body! And my eyes hurt as though I had never used them before. I looked around�the candlelight hurt my eyes and I hissed at it. The room was clean and it seemed to be the way it was before the�incident. My head was spinning and my eyes�god they hurt the worst. As I awoke more and more, more of my body began to hurt until I moaned, "Jared.." and he was in the doorway like he usually was. "She awakes." He said with a half smile. "Wh-what�" I tried to say but I couldn't blood came out as I tried to speak. "Shhh shhh! Don't speak my bride. You need your rest. " He said putting his finger to my sore lips "What happened you mean? I had a bit of an episode if you will. No worry of that now. I put you back together as good as new." AS GOOD AS NEW!?!?! PUT ME BACK TOGETHER?! I thought. What was he talking about? Well I found out what he was talking about. The bastard had dismantled me and put me back together. Or rather he sewed me back together. My Jared did this? How why? But just then I looked at him�and I looked at him really good. He wasn't my Jared and he never was going to be again. He was an animal. And my Jared was as good as dead. To think all the while I was being eaten alive I thought to myself My Jared... � 2002 Jade All Rights Reserved |
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