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Feed the Hunger - 3/? (*slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see prologue.
Thanks for all you support! Let the feast begin! *giggles*
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~JEFF'S POV~
I jump as I hear a faint noise from inside of the house. It sounded like glass being broken, but I'm not sure. I've
been having nightmares lately that have really began to affect me. Damn, we should have went partying with
Shannon tonight. I glance backwards at Matt, but he has his eyes closed as he rams into me. He's so lost in the
moment.
I silently stare back at him, admiring his beauty. His face is damp with perspiration. His hair is damp and falls in
long dark ringlets around his face.
I hear a faint thud and my heart starts to beat faster. It's getting closer.
"Matt, did you hear something?" I whisper nervously.
He merely moans and shakes his head. "It's your imagination, Jeff. There's nothing in the house. We locked the
windows and doors together, remember?" Matt whispers as he grips my hips and thrusts harder.
"But....?" I whisper, stopping myself before I made a fool out of myself again.
Matt had been so patient with me lately. The nightmares have gotten me so scared and edgy that I can't sleep
without Matt beside of me, and I'm having a hard time telling the difference between reality and make believe.
"Shhh, it's alright," Matt coos as if reading my mind.
Another thud. This time, I swear that I heard a slight growl. I glance back at Matt, but he acts oblivious to it.
"Matt....," I whimper.
He continues to ignore me. Frustrated, I pull away from him.
I feel him slide out of me. "Jeff!" He groans in frustration.
"Matt, I heard something. Something is in the house with us," I protest as I turn and lay on my back, pulling him
down beside of me.
"It's probably Liger scratching at the door," Matt quickly retorts, rolling his eyes.
I know that he thinks that I'm imaging things, but he's wrong. Ever since I talked to Father Shane, I've been having
these dreams. No, they are definitely nightmares of wild wolves chasing Matt and I. We are running as fast as we
can, but we stumble and fall. I wake up every time as the biggest wolf lunges forward to me.
I snuggle closer to Matt, frowning as I feel his hardness pressing against my leg. I want to apologize to Matt, but
he places a finger to my lips and motions at the window.
I glance outside and see the soft streaks of lightning in the distance. Then Liger starts to bark aggressively.
It was Liger. I close my eyes as I allow a sigh of relief to escape my lips.
"Told you so," Matt smirks as he leans down and kisses me.
I suddenly feel so stupid and embarrassed, but as soon as Matt kisses me again, those emotions are quickly
forgotten as they are replaced by another.......desire.
I spread my legs, allowing Matt to slide in between them. I look up at him and see the love in his eyes as he lifts
my legs upon his shoulder and slowly enters me once again.
"I'll make you forget those dreams," Matt whispered.
I moan in pleasure as he starts a slow, but steady thrust into me. I feel so safe with him. My big brother. My
protector. My fingernails claw at his back in an attempt to pull him closer....deeper.
I'm close to coming as I catch a glimpse of something at the door to our bedroom, hidden in the shadows. I gasp
as I see a pair of yellow eyes watching us.
"Matt!" I scream as I squirm underneath him. I watch as it enters the room, slipping into the shadows of the room.
I can't make out it's true form because of the darkness, but it's definitely not human. "IT'S IN THE ROOM WITH
US!" I scream frantically as I try to make Matt aware of the danger.
My eyes glance around the room nervously.
Matt sighs as he grabs and holds my wrists above my head. "Jeff, stop it! There is nothing in the room with......"
Matt is cut off as he is suddenly pushed forward onto me. The look of surprise on his face as our eyes locked
frightened me even further. It had us. It had us both. Matt screams as the creature closes in on his back, shoving it's
huge cock into Matt's unprepared entrance, ripping a horrible scream of pain from Matt's throat.
I stare, too numb from fright, to scream any longer.
The creature smirks at me as he looks down at me. I feel faint as I realize it is the same creature from my dreams.
"Hello Jeff," it whispers between sharp canine teeth.
I whimper as I stare in disbelief. It's a cross between a man and a wolf. A werewolf?
I try desperately to wake Matt up, but he's out cold.
The beast chuckles at my frightened whimpers as I realize that I'm completely alone with him in the darkness.
~TRISH'S POV~
I've helped my master retrieve his two lost mates and now I prepare to leave and meet the love of my life.....Chris.
I watch as Marcus carefully prepares Adam and Jason for the dark gift, arranging them beautifully on the huge
bed. I see the longing in his face. He, like I, thought we had lost them forever on that horrid night two hundred
years ago, but fate is a funny thing.
I never really believed in past lives before. That is until I became a vampire. Your point of view drastically
changes.
"Good night, Trish," Marcus whispers to me.
"Good night, Master," I whisper as I bow in respect and disappear, longing for the taste of Chris and the feel of
his body against mine.
"Trish," he calls out once again.
"Yes, Master."
"Bring Chris across."
I smile at being given permission to give my one desire the dark gift.
~ADAM'S POV~
I hear a faint snap and my vision clears. It was as if I was in a daze.
I glance up at the big man that looms over me.
"Who are you?" I whisper, turning my head and noticed that Jason was laying beside of me, staring at the ceiling.
It was as if he was in a trance or something. "Jason," I quickly whisper.
I jump as the huge man gently caresses my cheek. "He's fine, my beloved."
I brush the man's hand away as I scoot up on the bed, watching the man skeptically.
"What have you done to him?" I growl.
The man chuckles. "He is merely in a trance."
"Release him!" I growl, more deeper this time.
The man lifts his eyebrow slightly in amusement at the tone of my voice. "Not until I have brought you across to
the darkness," the man whispered as he revealed his long, sharp fangs.
I tried to scream, but he placed a finger on my lips silencing me. "My name is Lord Marcus, King of the Undead."
I stare at him in shock, too terrified to move. This is madness.
He chuckles as he leans forward and gently brushes his lips against mine. "You, my angel, are the reincarnation of
Edge, my beloved mate. He was killed 200 years ago by the Slayers."
"Edge?" I whisper, the name sounded vaguely familiar to me for some reason.
"Yes," Marcus whispers as he leans in closer, pulling me back underneath him.
As I look into his eyes, I feel my body relax as if he is controlling it, or does it know him. A shiver runs down my
spine as I feel his warm breath upon my neck. His tongue flicks out and traces along the taunt curve of my throat
causing me to whimper and moan.
He chuckles as my legs spread for him. He slides in between them, pinning me to the bed.
"As much as I want to make love to you, I must bring you across to darkside, my angel. Then we will have an
eternity to get reacquainted," he whispers softly as he starts to nibble and suck at my neck.
As his razor sharp fangs pierce my neck, I'm helpless to resist. I feel my life literally being sucked from me, but
continue to lay helplessly underneath my attacker.
When he pulls away, I gasp frantically for air. It feels like I'm smothering.
"Relax and I shall give you what you crave," he whispers as he bites into his wrist, ripping the flesh and allowing his
blood to flow freely. I'm surprised when he presses it to my lips. "Drink," he commands.
My mouth is so parched that I quickly obey, lapping and sucking hungrily at the offered crimson liquid. He smiles
in approval as he strokes my hair with his free hand. "My angel," he whispers to me as I suddenly feel nauseous
and sick.
"What's wrong with me?" I ask frightened.
"Your body is dying. When you awake, you will be one of the undead. Forever young. Forever beautiful. Forever
mine."
I want to protest but my eyelids are growing too heavy to remain open.
"No," I protest faintly as the darkness claims me.
~MARCUS' POV~
I smile in victory as my first angel has been reclaimed to the darkness. I glance over at Jason and he is staring at
the both of us with wide, frightened eyes.
"You killed him!" he screams as he flings himself off the bed.
Damn, how did he break the trance?
I grin in amusement as Jason grabs the cross on the nightstand, holding it up with trembling hands as if it was a
shield.
Doesn't he know that nothing from heaven or earth can protect him from me?
~TBC~
