Rolemance is a messaging game where you play any character you want in your own romantic fantasy. Build your character, gain experience points and level-up to play with the best of them...
The war between the werewolves and vampires was well underway, and the wolves had just attacked the castle earlier in the night. It was a massacre, with wolves dying by the hundreds.
The vampires continued to reign supreme, capturing and enslaving werewolves when possible, killing them when not. (Y/c) is the only spawn of the head Vampire, and his most skilled assassin. He often sends (y/c) out alone, and tonight is no different. (Y/c) was told to find and kill as many stray wolves as she could, something she enjoyed doing.
Shawn, the first born of the head werewolf, and one of the most prized heads an assassin could have, is by a nearby stream just inside of the tree line, cleaning and attending to his wounds while he grabs a drink. It is not often he hangs out in such precarious positions, but he promised a friend he would wait here for him in case he returned. When he hears a twig behind him snap he twirls around and growls, coming face to face with (y/c).
Elena had gone up to change into her hunting suit and gear after he had dismissed her. She now stood in front of a tall mirror, tightening her thigh strap which was holding a hand gun filled with silver bullets. She didn't like using guns, she liked hunting with her knives instead, and she even savoured fighting with her long and sharp black nails sometimes. But sometimes a silver bullet to the brain was the last resort. It got the job done.
Elena's skin was fair and flawless like porcelain. Her eyes were almond shaped and black, with a ring of gold around the iris. She always wore dark eyeshadow and mascara. She had high cheek bones and a small noise. Her hair fell in soft curls and was a vibrant firey red shade. Her father hated it, he would rather she have black hair he always said. How boring.
Her hunting suit consisted of skin tight black pants, flat knee high boots, a black tank top under a corset to hold her chest secure and a short black jacket with an over sized hood. She had short silver knives at her belt but also in her boots and sleeves. She tied her hair into a bun at her neck, she couldn't risk a wolf using her firey locks against her. With one last look at herself in the mirror she turned and went out the window onto the roof of the mansion.
Elena stood still for a moment while she let the wind bring her scents from the near by forest. She took off to the left, jumping and landing in the near by tree. She jumped again and landed on the ground with a tump as her knees absorb the shock and she's running again within seconds. The trees pass as blurs, she always loved running, the chase was her favourite part of the hunt. Not many other vampires could run as fast as she could.
The scent became stronger, she veered to the right slightly in the direction of the stream. She slowed down as an obscure figure appeared in her line of vision. Sometimes she liked coming on to them out of no where, but tonight she felt especially feisty. Instead of sneaking on the wolf she made sure he knew she was there. Deliberately, she stepped on a twig which cracked under her heel. As he twirled and growled her way, she grinned, her fangs almost shining against her red lips.
“Well, well, what do we have here...”
Shawn growls as he forces his claws to extend from his hands, glaring at the assassin standing in front of him. He recognized her instantly, having heard horror stories about what she had done to wolves in the past. His dark jeans were torn to shreds from the battle and blood covered his chest, though none of it his own. For a werewolf he wasn't hair at all, which allowed the moonlight to shine off of his skin.
“Elena.” He growled as he rolled his neck around his shoulders. “Fancy meeting you here.” He knows how dangerous she can be so he stays ready, listening to her every twitch. “Didn't feel the need for the handgun?”
Her eyes scan his face, his body, every part of him. “Shawn is it?” She had been on the hunt for him for quite some time. Her nostrils expand slightly as she's breathing him in, and the blood on his skin. “Why would I use a gun when I have claws of my own and can relish sinking my teeth in your veins to rip you apart.” She said, her fingers stretching at her sides. She smirks lightly, “Looks like someone else had fun shredding your clothes... pity I didn't get to join in the fun.” She stands still, her body looks relaxed.
He smirks and starts to pace along the bank of the stream, hardly able to control his nerves or excitement. “Yeah, Shawn, werewolf heir meets Vampire heir, though honestly, I was expecting someone who would be more of a threat. Rumors of your destruction have clearly been greatly exaggerated.” He says with a chuckle as he has a hard time not checking her body out, letting his eyes wander a bit. “Well if I were you, and this is just me, I'd hope for my best quick draw time because that's your only hope of walking away from this alive.”
Her right eyebrow raises as she lets a soft chuckle escape her lips. “Oh you are in for a treat!” She says. She watches him pacing, like a cat watching a mouse, her irises grow slightly just as she lunges at him. She lifts her hand as she's fast flying for him and swings her sharp nails at his neck.
He barely has time to react to her and he spins to the side, almost dodging her attack completely as her nails claw across his chest, opening him up on the process. The one benefit was when he swung he caught her back with his claws as she glided past him. He growls and bares his teeth at her as he turns to face her again. “Last chance. Leave.” He snarls through heavy breathing.
He slices her skin open and she hisses, but it almost sounds like a hiss of pleasure. She lands on the edge of the water and bares her teeth at him. “Leave?!” She exclaims. “Are you scared, pup?” She grins and lunges for him again. Except this time she has a knife in her hand. Her eyes quickly dart to different parts of his body, assessing where to stab and slice next. She goes for his thigh this time.
She lunges again and this time she moves faster, slicing the inside of his thigh and he falls to one leg briefly, groaning in pain. He gets up quickly and shakes his head, turning to her before lunging at her using his extended claws to target her heel as he dives to the ground at the last second.
She twists to avoid his claws but is too close. He shreds the back of her boot and makes her bleed. She snarls. “These were my favourite boots!” She screams. Now she sees red, another knife appears in her other hand and she picks up speed, side stepping him and going for his ribs.
Before he can take a breath he sees her lunging at him again and at the last second he sees the knife going straight for his ribs. It's too late to side step her so he instead pulls both his hands up and as soon as she sinks the knife into his ribs he slams both hands down on her hand, sacrificing the stab for shattering her hand. He falls to his knees and pulls the knife from his ribs, gasping for air as he struggle back to his feet and turns to face her, knife in hand.
Elena swears and retreats a few steps back. Her eyes quickly move from his face to her knife in his hand. “I told you you were in for a treat.” She tries to flex her fingers but fails. She lets go of her hand, the bones will heal themselves soon enough. She looks at the wound at his ribs, licking her lips at the blood coming out of him.
He glares at her for a few seconds and he can feel the blood gushing out of his body. He hasn't fed recently so he can't heal fast enough. He knows he's losing too much blood. “Fuck...” he mutters under his breath. He tosses the knife over to Elena. “Go ahead. Kill me. And another wolf will take my place. Then kill him. And another will come. It has no fucking impact.” He sneers as he turns his back to her, walking away slowly, trying to think of the nearest safe house.
She watches him turn away from her. “That's it?!” She calls out to him. “You turn your back on me this easily?” She takes a few steps forward and crouches to grab her knife. But she doesn't. Instead she pounces, knocking him forward and sinks her teeth in the soft spot of his skin between his neck and shoulder. She moans as his blood spills on her tongue.
He moans in pain as she tastes his blood and he reaches over his back, grabbing her by her bum and flipping her over his shoulders so she lands flat on her back. “You dare to feed on me while I'm still breathing?” He snarls as he falls to a knee, the loss of blood getting to him quickly. He puts one hand to the ground to hold himself steady as he stare at her. “Fuck you, bitch.”
She lands on her back with a loud oumf. She quickly regains composure but stays on the ground under him. “Why wouldn't I? You're the one that turned away!” She wipes the blood dripping from her lip with the back of her hand. She stares at him, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards. “You've got nothing on me, wolf.” She kicks him in the stomach and rolls aside, quickly getting to her feet. “What a disappointment.”
He groans in pain as he rolls on the ground. Holding his bleeding ribs, he starts to laugh softly, struggling to his side before he lifts himself up and brandishes the gun he took while flipping her over. He points it at her as he holds his ribs with his other hand. “Disappointment?” He sneers as he takes quick short breaths. “I knew you'd try to humiliate me by feeding on me if I turned my back. You could've grabbed the knife and ended it.”
“You're a cheap shot Shawn!” She screams. “I like the hunt. I like the challenge.” She spits at him, “I fought better wolves than you. It feels like you barely even tried.” She was pissed. Even more so now than when he ripped her boot. “There's no challenge here! There's no reward in killing you when you barely put up a fight.” She throws one of her smaller knives at him and uses the distraction to run towards a tree and jump up into the foliage.
He holds the gun close to his body as he starts to back up slowly. “Yeah, you love the hunt, you love to kill wolves just because it's what you were told to do. You and I, we could rule this world together but instead you're too busy trying to figure out the best way to kill me. You kill me and this war only escalates. When does it stop, Elena?” He yells at the top of his lungs, blood still flowing from his ribs. “Tell me when this war ends.”
She crouches in the tree, listening to his words. She purses her lips, reflecting for a few seconds. The leaves rustle as she jumps down and stands by the tree, eyeing him up and down. “And how do you suggests 'we' make this work huh?” She questions, taking a few steps towards him, her eyes on the gun. “The way I see it, we'll be branded as traitors and hunted to our deaths!”
He points the gun at her as she jumps down, far from trusting her at this point. “We are both one step from being the leaders of our races.” He winces as he bends over, holding his ribs. He throws the gun to her feet, not caring anymore. If he doesn't get help fast he's going to bleed out. “If we get married we can end this.” He gasps softly.
She bursts into laughter at his mention of marriage. But then her eyes widen when she realizes he is serious. Could this really work? She watches as more blood pours from his ribs. She clicks her tongue, feeling annoying and conflicted. While she enjoyed hunting and killing, there was no future for her. If she was honest with herself she wasn't entirely ok with this being her life for eternity. She steps towards him slowly and pierces the skin inside her inner arm. She scans him again and then steps closer, offering him her arm. Vampire blood had healing capabilities, it could help speed up the healing of his wound. “I drank from you. So now you can drink from me.” She says, her voice low. “We can seal our agreement with this bond.” She wasn't sure about this... but then again, she didn't know any different, so maybe being unsure for once wasn't such a bad thing.
She offers him her arm and he studies it for a second, not entirely sure if he trusted her, but knowing he had no other choice. “Thank you.” He said softly as he slowly brought her arm to his mouth and began sucking out some of her blood. Her blood was sweet and intoxicating, and as soon as it hit his tongue he wanted more of it. It took everything inside of him to pull her arm away from his mouth, but he did. He closes his eyes and can feel his wounds healing already. He looks down at her hand and sighs softly “if you aren't healed once I'm 100%, you can feed from me if you'd like.” He stands up fully for the first time in a while and looks down at her. “I think this would be best for our people, if we both make ourselves rulers and unite, nothing could stand in our way.”
She wants to moan out loud when he drinks her blood, but she manages not to let it past her lips. She watches him quietly, her eyes roaming on his face, then down his shoulders and arms. “I'll be fine.” She looks down at her hand and is able to flex her fingers again. Elena crosses her arms over her chest as he speaks. “And how are we going to oppose our leaders?” She asks, still doubtful.
He shrugs as he looks at her “I dont know about Vampire technicalities but it'll be easy for me, I just need to kill my father. Not only will I have gained Alpha status but I'm next in line anyways. It keeps the pack strong. Once the son is strong enough to defeat his wise father he gets to take over. And I know I can beat him.” He studies her face, knowing at any moment that she found change her mind and kill him. He takes a eso breath, finally being able to again.
“Our cultures are completely different.” She says. “If I kill my father I bring dishonour on my house, my name.” She explains. She paces about for a moment and then stops, looking in the distance, lost in thoughts. A few locks of her long red hair had gotten free from her bun during the fight. She wind makes them fly around her face. “I'll have to find someone to take the fall for me.” She finally speaks up.
He walks up behind her, knowing what her response will be but he offers it anyways. “Once I'm Alpha I can challenge him and kill him, honorably.” He says quietly. He knows she probably will laugh and give him no chance, but he knew how crafty he could be.
She turns, her arms still crossed in front of her chest. She looks up at him. She hadn't realized he was a few inches taller than her. “First I have an idea...” her lips slowly curl into a devilish grin. “There's a vampire that's been pinning after me for years. I can try to convince him to do the dirty work for me... with empty promises...” she explains. “Plan A, my idea first. Plan B, your offer, if all else fails.”
He listens to her offer and thinks about it for a few minutes before eventually shaking his head. “My idea would lead to too many vampires revolting. Your idea would be underhanded and a bad way to start our reign together. I'm assuming your father would approve of this man who's been pining. After I become Alpha why don't we go to your father with my proposal of marriage. If he says no I can offer to fight this mystery man for the right to your hand, with the understand that if I win he steps down.”
She observes him while he speaks, weighting his words. “My father will never agree to willingly step down and let me marry the enemy.” She shakes her head. “Even if you beat his prodigy in single combat.”
Shawn sighs and agrees, knowing she's probably right. “Alright Elena, Your guy kills him, then when he comes for your hand in marriage I challenge him for it. Or you kill him. That's the only way.”
“Best case scenario, I can frame him for my father's murder and get everyone else to turn on him. Worst case scenario, you come in and save the day.” She smirks lightly at him.
Shawn nods and sighs. He grabs Elena and pulls her to him and kisses her hard before letting her go. He smiles and licks his lips. “God you're cold. But there's a spark. This could work.” He says with a smirk as he looks her up and down again. “I'll take care of my father tonight.”
His kiss surprises her so much that she doesn't have time to react before he pulls away. “I like the taste of your blood better than your lips.” She smirks, teasing him. “I guess you'll just have to try and warm me up.” Her eyes linger at his neck where she bit him. She nods when he mentions her father. “Fine. Should we meet her again in 2 days time?”
He nods as he looks down at her hand and then back up at her. “I want you to feed from me first. Just taste my blood again.” He says softly as he turns his head to the side and presents his neck to her.
She wants to jump on him right away when he offers her his blood again. She was already addicted. She had never felt like that with anyone else before. She steps in front of him and her right hand caresses his shoulder, her left hand slides to the other side and she holds his neck near his ear. She licks his skin first and then slowly sinks her fangs in his skin. Her eyes flutter shut as she drinks him in for a few seconds. She retreats slightly and licks the wound before pulling away completely.
He moans softly as she licks his neck and then begins to drink his blood. His eyes roll into the back of his head and when she pulls away he shakes his head, returning to reality. He had never let a Vampire feed on him before, but he never thought about it actually being a pleasurable experience. After she pulls away he pulls her back to him and kisses her passionately, before pulling back just a bit and saying against her lips, “so two days?”
She returns his kiss, filled with hunger, but too soon he pulls back. She looks up at him, her eyelids heavy, she feels intoxicated with him. “Two days.” She confirms, licking her lips.
His eyes linger on her, watching her chest heave up and down. He licks his lips, wanting nothing more than to take her right then and there. He wanted to feel her cold skin pressed up against his hot body. To feel her fangs pierce his neck while he made love to her. A soft smile crawls across his lips and he retreats a few steps, turning into his wolf before he takes off.
She stares back at him as he looks at her. She could imagine what was going on in his head because she had desires too. She watches him take off as a wolf and chuckles to herself once he's at a distance. What had she gotten herself into... she turned on her heels and took off running, loving the sensation of the wind against her.
Shawn gets home quickly, telling his closest friends of what is to come and what will happen if he is to die, whether it is at the hands of his father or a Vampire. That night at the celebratory feast for Shawn's unexpected return he challenges his father, knowing he must accept. Shawn and his father fight, with Shawn overpowering him and his father teaching him more along the way about patience and technique. Shawn lays his father to rest and the celebration continues, but this time for their new king. It is then that he gathers his aides and generals and informs them of the plan. Most are in favor of it, but only if Shawn is able to return from his visit to the Vampires lair. The next day Shawn spends training, rehabbing, and preparing in case he needs to fight. That night he heads back out to the spot he promised to meet Elena, planning on setting up some kind of perimeter in case her plan didn't go well and he gets ambushed.
When Elena returned to the mansion, she knew he was there before she even walked into her living quarters. Her father's prodigy, Devin, was standing by her window when she walked in. She knew her father wanted her to take Devin through the Vampire bond, to ensure his legacy, with his daughter and his favourite warrior. Devin was easy on the eye so it wasn't hard for Elena to seduce him and convince him of killing her father for her. She told him she didn't want to wait for her father to die, she wanted command of the coven now. She promised she would take him, bond him and make him her right hand, if he just killed him from her. The next morning, Elena is summoned to the grand hall. She's shocked to walk in to find her father, holding Devin by the throat, his Vampire guards surrounding them. His other most trusted subjects are spectators around the room. Her father tells her of Devin trying to kill him earlier at dawn, he questions her about Devin's motives. Her face is a blank canvas, she feigns knowing anything, shrugging. “You know how I feel about him.” She said. Her father knew too well that she had no interest in Devin, he would have had to force her into a bond with him. Without any other proof, her father rips Devin's head from his body and business returns to usual as if nothing had happened. That night she pretends to go on a hunt to go find Shawn where they had last met.
She appears walking in between the trees, wearing a similar hunting suit to the one she had when they had fought two nights ago. Instead this time her hair is up in a high ponytail. She casually waves at him when she approaches.
He hears her approaching and stands up, straightening out his black collared shirt that matches well with his dark jeans. He can instantly tell that something is wrong and he fears the worst, turning his head from side to side as he scans the forest and listens for any rustling. When he senses nothing he waves back lightly and walks up to her, taking her hands in his. “What is wrong? What happened? Are you okay?” He asks as he leans in and breathes her scent. Everything about him is stronger now that he is Alpha. Even his wolf is bigger, darker, faster. But right now he was using his sense of smell to breathe her in and get her scent even better than before. “You smell like a dirty vampire got his hands on you.” He mutters as he growls.
Elena is surprised when he takes her hand, but it downs on her that he is now Alpha and probably already feels territorial about her. She smiles lightly when he mentions another scent, most likely Devin. “I did what I had to do.” She says, not wanting to go in details because it changed nothing. “Things didn't go as planned.” Her lips are in a thin line, clearly disappointed of the outcome. “I'm not sure how or why but Devin got caught and wasn't able to kill my father. In return, my father ripped his head off.” She explains, clearly indifferent about his death. “On one hand, we won't have to deal with Devin anymore. But on the other, I don't know anyone else that could take his place. My father does not favour many.” She sighs. “I don't think that you coming in to challenge him will go over well.” She looks up at him, squeezing his hand. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since she had seen him last.
He stares at her for a few minutes as scenarios run through his mind. He wasn't leaving without her, she was his. He bristles at the end when she says it won't end will if Shawn challenges him and he smiles to himself, having only one follow up question. “I know you can't, but if you were to fight your father could you beat him?” He asks, thinking he knows the answer but he wasn't sure. One thing he liked about her was her confidence, damn that was sexy. However, he knew he would have to convince her before she would ever let him challenge her father.
Her right eyebrow rises as he asks her about beating her own father. She grins, “He is the one that trained me. We know each other's strengths and weaknesses very well. It would probably be total distruction.” She laughs, and then there's a sparkle in her eyes. “But I would definitely beat him. He always tells me how my speed is what makes me his best.”
Shawn nods and begins to pace back and forth as his wheels turn. He takes a deep breath and looks over at her “You don't think I can beat him, yet you believe you can. Fight me and if you force me to surrender I will do whatever you think is best. If I win we do it my way.” He says as he takes a few steps forward her “but I won't go easy on you like I did last time.”
She watches him pace and listens to him carefully. She nods in the process but stops moving when he mentions them fighting against each other. “Vampires and werewolves fight differently Shawn... you know that.” She starts saying. “I know you're a great fighter. There's no doubt about that. But my father is old, he has centuries of experience killing your kind. The scale isn't balanced when it comes to the two of you...” She pauses, her eyes scanning him. Elena takes a step towards him and rests her hands on his chest, “As much as I like the idea of fighting with you...” she smiles, “I don't want to risk your life, fighting against my father.” There's a hint of worry in her eyes when she looks up at him.
“What if I tried to talk to him, before we resort to any kind of fighting?” She asks him. “He might not agree, but I know he will listen and hear me out before anything else...”
He takes in what she is saying, a bit touched that she cares, but his stubbornness is fighting to come out. He takes a deep breath and quells his inner turmoil -for now- as he turns back towards her. “Let me come with you and offer peace as well. Surely if you are supporting the peace treaty he will listen. But if he doesn't... you know us dogs and our temper.” He says quietly with a smirk “it's almost as legendary as you blood suckers and your cold ass skin.”
She chuckles. “Let's not jump to conclusion yet.” She frowns lightly, “But I don't want you to come with me. It will be worse and harder for me to reason with him if you're there. If I return to the mansion with a werewolf in tow, one that's not dead, he won't take the time to listen.” She explains. If he hadn't realized it already, she was stubborn too. But she was glad they could discuss this without it turning into screaming and fighting. “I'll arrange to speak with him first thing tomorrow morning, and I'll come back to meet you here tomorrow night. Ok?” Her voice was soft. She wanted to avoid any more fighting between their kinds.
Shawn licks his lips and stares straight ahead, knowing he wasn't going to risk losing her, but he could see she was stubborn and ultimately she had final say so he nods slowly. “Fine. I'll be here tomorrow. Same time. But if anything happens to you... I'm going to go in there and personally kill every cold motherfucker in there.” Shawn growls softly and leans in, biting her neck playfully. She can go do her plan, but he's going to make sure he has a front row seat as well. “Just take care of yourself... please.” He finally begs.
Elena leans her head to the side when she sees him stepping closer and going for her neck. She doesn't usually like when a male becomes possessive of her. But since she felt possessive of him, she enjoyed seeing him react this way. She smiles and winks at him “Don't worry. I can take care of myself.” She says. She reaches up, her hand caressing the back of his neck and she presses her lips against his.
He kisses her back softly as she caresses the back of his neck. “I know you can, it has nothing to do with your ability to fight or take care of yourself. I want to be there to ensure your safety because if something happens to you and I'm not there...” his voice trails off and he looks into her eyes. He leans in and kisses her again before he presents his neck to her, offering it if she wants it. To be honest, he liked thinking of his blood helping keep her alive.
She grins at him when he moves his head aside. Her irises grow as she looks at his neck and sees his pulse through his skin. She lays a few kisses on his skin before biting into it. This time she is more gently. The hand she had behind is neck now moves to touch his cheek. She drinks him in for a few seconds and then lets go, sighing with satisfaction. Without stepping away from him she leans back slightly to look at him. “There's something I've been wanting to ask you...” she hesitates. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She asks. “I can conceive children for you. We can create them, with ours bite and blood, but I can't conceive and carry biological children.” She pauses looking away. “At least not that I know off. I've never heard or seen of vampire females being able to get pregnant.” She looks into his eyes again. “Are you ok with that?”
He moans softly as she begins to feed from him again, this time feeling his claws come out, an interesting development since he had become Alpha. He holds them covered in his hands and once she finishes he leans forward and kisses her before standing back up fully. “I wish we could have children together, mostly because those would be some sarcastic asshole badass children, but I knew that that would be an issue going into this. If it had been a deal breaker then I would've proposed our deal a bit... differently.” He rubs his neck as it begins to heal and looks at her “does it bother you that we can't have a child together? I can't drain a human and give them my blood.”
She laughs at the mention of sarcastic badass children. Then her expression is back to being serious and she shakes her head. “No. I made my peace about never having children of my own a long time ago.” Elena looks at him curiously again. “Do werewolves age and eventually die of old age?!” She cocks her head to the side, wondering.
He looks at her, suddenly feeling bad as he starts to nod “yeah... we do age a bit slower but... yeah, I'm going to die before you.” He sighs as he looks at the ground. “Your child would be a handful so it's probably for the best anyways. Always calling me dog and scratching my ears and shit.”
Hurt flashes in her eyes. But as soon as it appears, it's gone. “I guess I'll just have to find another wolf to warm my bed...” she smirks, crossing her arms over her chest.
He sees the hurt in her eyes and watches it disappear. Her comments sting a bit but he smirks right back at her “wow, if you don't make it out of tonight I'll have to find another vampire to cool me down.” He shoots back before winking and kissing her. “Get out of here. Go finish this.”
She laughs, loving that they can tease each other like this. She kisses him back and nods. She looks at him one last time and then turns, running back to the mansion. When she gets there she puts in a request to see her father at dawn.
Once dawn comes, she makes her way down to the main hall. She's relaxed, dressed in purple leggings, a loose black sweater and some black ankle boots. Her hair is down, the soft curls reaching the middle of her back. When she arrives, only a few guards are in the hall and her father is at the long table, reading some papers. She sits next to him and waits quietly. After a few minutes he puts it down and looks at Elena. “Yes dear?” His voice is deep, ancient. His hair is black and his eyes are icy blue. He has a few wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, but doesn't appear to be more than 50 years old, physically. He is wearing a grey dress shirt and some black pants. “I would like to discuss something with you. Privately.” She asks. He stares at her for a short moment then waves his hand, dismissing the guards. All the doors are closed once they are gone.
“I would like to propose something. Please hear me out entirely before telling me how you feel about it.” She says sincerely. He nods at her, his face looks like its set in stone. She explains to him how she fought Shawn and they came to a treaty. She spares her father no details and pleads for his agreement and support. “I don't want to fight them for the rest of my life. For the rest of my eternity.” She says. He is quiet for a moment. “What are we here for, if not to fight werewolves?” He asks. “Father... we shouldn't even be here! We are not living, we're merely existing.” Her dark eyes search his face for any signs of how he felt about the situation.
“Fighting them has become quite dull, I must admit.” He says. “And they do have some nice pieces of land I always admired.” Elena is sitting on the edge of her seat. Her father seems to think for a moment. “After so long, we cannot suddenly turn around and become friends with them. But we can form a treaty.” He says. She is ready to jump to her feet and thank him, but he speaks again. “But only if you are able to get 55% of the coven to agree with you.” He says. She purses her lips, thinking. “If you can bring 55% of our family to support you on this, we can draft an official treaty with the werewolves and set some laws.” His eyes are fixed on hers. “You have 1 week.” She nods enthusiastically and thanks him. He chuckles at her and waves his hand. Dismissed, she speed walks out of the hall and begins working on a plan to try and convince the majority of the coven. She had some time before she had to meet Shawn at night.
When night came around, she ran to their meeting spot, wearing the same clothes from her meeting with her father, with the exception of a knife hidden in her boot. There still wasn't a treaty, she wanted to still be prepared.
Shawn is in wolf form by the creek, laying down with the water just barely reaching his paws. He had left the spot and snuck in a secret cave that leads to the catacombs underneath the city, from there he listened carefully for a raucous crowd but there was nothing. When the time to meet Elena down by the creek neared, he returned and waited. His clothes are in a pile by a nearby tree, but he has no interest in waiting in human form. He's laying with his face on his paws when he hears her approaching, he lifts his head and turns to her. He begins to get excited but suddenly he can hear another heartbeat and his ears twitch. He stands up and shakes his mane, much bigger and darker than he was before and his eyes begin to glow red. He barks angrily at Elena, making her stop in her tracks.
She sees the wolf and is fascinated by him right away. His fur was a beautiful dark shade, she wanted to touch it. But suddenly his bark stops her in her tracks. She freezes, her fingers flexing at her sides. She's ready to sprint if she needs to. She watches him and listens for anything around them.
He crouched low to the ground, feeling for movement when he suddenly feels the rhythmic thumping against the ground. It's headed for Elena and Shawn takes off at an angle to meet him before he gets to Elena. Shawn can tell it's a wolf and when he sees the wolf jump out of the bushes right for Elena he jumps in midair and collides with him, knocking him to the side. Shawn is up in an instant and runs over to the wolf. Shawn roars at the wolf, making him turn into his human form and Shawn turns as well.
It's Shawn's righthand man, his second. Before Shawn can say a word the wolf, Rob, screams at him “how in the fuck can you betray our kind? With this, this blood-sucking pulse-lacking thing! She isn't even alive!”
Shawn stares at him, not moving, he eventually looks over at Elena. “Do you want the pleasure or should I?” Rob starts to protest but Shawn cuts him off “you better hope to fucking god she chooses to kill you because I will kill you slowly, painfully, and make you regret ever meeting me.”
Shawn has barely finished his sentence that Elena lands in front of Rob and kicks him full force in the balls. Her knee then collides with his chin sending him flying backwards. Once he's landed on his back, she stands over him, her high heeled boot resting against his groin. “Say that again?” She asks with a sarcastic tone to her voice. She presses down on his genitals to makes sure he keeps his mouth shut and she turns her head on Shawn's direction. “I take it you haven't told anyone about our little plan yet?” She asks, her voice neutral.
Shawn sighs and shakes his head “he... he knows...” he mutters as he walks over to Rob and extends his claws, pressing his index finger into his chest, right over his heart. “You could've told me in a calm moment.” He presses his finger in a little deeper, feeling him writhe beneath him, “we could've talked about it, been peaceful.” He presses until he can feel his beating heart at the tip of his claw, “but instead you try to ruin everything we have worked for.” Shawn looks up at Elena “your call my dear.”
Elena's dark eyes slowly shift from Shawn to Rob. She observes him for a moment. She presses her foot down some more and hisses at him. But a second later she steps off and walks back several steps. “He's yours. I will keep my coven in check and you should have a handle on your pack.”
He presses the final inch and feels as Robs heart stops beating. He turns to Elena and starts to follow after her. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Not everybody is going to support us until it actually happens. I can guarantee my pack will support this treaty, and from what I can tell you can't do the same. It's your kind who wants to keep this going so don't come here talking shit to me.” He says with a growl in his voice.
“Wow hey!” She says raising her hands up, palms facing him. “You're mad at him, not me, remember?” she said pointing at Rob with her thumb. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second. “What I meant was... if your second won't follow you, why would the rest of the pack?” She says, her voice calm. “We're bound to have to deal with rebels for a while... And you haven't even heard what I came here to tell you.” She frowns. “Do we need to get into a fist fight over this?”
Shawn takes a deep breath and looks away, trying to calm himself down. “I'm sorry... it's just, it'll be fine. I can control them. He is a special case. But I need your support and not you questioning the control I have. I will earn their trust.” He says as he sighs and takes another breath, shaking his head. “There will be opposition, of course, but the majority are in support. And no, I don't need to beat you up to feel better right now.” He reaches out for her hand and rubs it gently “I'm sorry... what news do you have for me?”
Elena holds his hand and smiles lightly. “I'm sorry. If I feel the need to question I'll ask you when we're alone.” She pauses. “And if you need to blow off some steam I'm more than happy to kick your ass if it help.” She grins at him. “But yes... I spoke with my father. He says he will agree to the treaty if I can get 55% of the coven to support our cause. I can easily convince 40% of them. The last bit of them will be a bit more challenging...”
Shawn groans and takes a few steps away from her, running his hand through his hair “and I can't just kill him?” He knows the answer already and he knows her reasoning is sound so he moves on “what can we do to get the last 15%?” He walks back over to her and kisses her softly. “I want to marry you. And if you want to get your butt kicked tonight you know I'm always down.” He says as he pushes her softly.
She pushes back against him, just playing. Her hands rest on his arms as she looks up at him. “No, you can't kill him.” She kisses him back. “I haven't entirely figured out how I will convince them... He has given me 1 week. I still have some time.” She licks her lips. “But I'm all ears if you have any ideas.”
Shawn crosses his arms over his chest and looks down at her “I could kill every vampire who opposes it and then we will have 100%” he mutters as he rolls his eyes, shaking his head. “I could save your life... somehow.”
“You know all to well that killing anyone won't fix anything.” She says. “Isn't that what you told me as I was about to kill you the night we met?” She shakes her head, her red hair moving around her shoulders. “My life isn't in danger as far as I know...” she grins “Besides I'm hard to kill.”
Shawn laughs as she talks and shakes his head “wait... before you were going to kill me? First of all, I was never really fighting you. Second, I had the gun! Even though you brought it.” He smirks and runs his tongue over his lips. “There has to be somebody who wants you dead, something that can kill you. If I save your life or fight for you it would away public opinion.”
“You were the one with a stab wound in the rib.” She shrugs. “Just saying.” She sticks her tongue out at him playfully. She found herself enjoying their teasing back and forth, and genuinely liking his company. If anyone had told her she'd become friends and love with a werewolf five days ago she would have stabbed them in the eye. “You might have a point.” She nods. “Your friend here wanted to kill me.” She grins.
He nods and thinks for a moment before his eyes grow wide with an idea. “Okay... stick with me here.” He says as he looks at the Vampire who he loves “I know the wolves who are against this, I'm sure they know others who oppose it as well. They hide in the shadows and gossip with one another. I can act like I trust them and drop some information that you're going to be alone somewhere. Then when they show up we slaughter them. When the people see us fighting side by side...” his voice trails off and he looks at her “but how do we ensure the other vampires witness but don't help?” He looks down as he ponders this problem.
She paces around, playing with a short knife in her right hand and nodding as she listens to him. “This could work.” She says. She stops moving and turns to look at him. “I have some friends that could help bring around a group of vampires. We'll just have to work out the perfect timing and execute this flawlessly.”
He smiles as he looks at her, loving how they can talk through things and piggyback of each other's ideas. “Can I just say that you're so fucking hot right now?” He says as he looks her up and down. “Us, together, fighting as a team could take down a dozen wolves, easy.” He says as he thinks for a second. “And if the right vampires see, they'll spread the word too.”
She flashes him her best smile, her fangs showing. “You're not so bad yourself.” She says. “I look forward to fighting by your side.” She holds his gaze for a moment. She taps the tip of her knife against her lips, thinking. “I'll work on rounding up the right people, the ones I know will support me. When do you think we should make this happen?”
He bites his lip, not wanting to spend another night away from her but he knows he must be patient. “When this is over, I'm going to spend three straight days fucking you.” He says before taking a deep breath. “You have a week? Let's give it 5 days. That way there's plenty of time for the traitor wolves to get the courage to attack. It'll also let me drop the information skillfully and not all at once. Should we say it'll happen right here? It'll give the attackers cover but it'll make it less suspicious.”
She raises an eyebrow at him at the mention of fucking for three days. She smiles. “Sure, at the same time I will continue to rally allies within the coven.” She nods. “Making it happen here seems like the smart thing to do. Should we plan to meet here after sunset? The wolves will see us talk and pounce?” She asks. “I'll get my trustees to come by a few minutes later while the fight is happening.”
He goes up to her and kisses her softly “That's smart, if I'm here they will know what they're getting in to, if they don't know I'm going to be here they will get a whiff of me and run. But I need to... I need to be, or at least appear, weak. Do you carry wolfsbane on you?”
She kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. She nods at his question. “Not today, but I usually do.” She looks into his eyes. “You want me to use it on you?” She asks.
He nods and kisses her again as he wraps his arms around his waist. “If you could. Dose me with just enough to make me sick for a couple days and I'll stretch it out. I can't risk being weak when we fight, but it needs to look real at first so I can sell it.”
She blinks. “You want me to dose you before?!” She is surprised, not sure if she understands what he means. She looks at him with a concerned look in her eyes.
He shakes his head “we have five days, if I'm sick for the four days leading up to it, I can fake sickness on the fifth day and make it believable. Don't worry though, I know where I can get some.”
“Are you sure you want to do it this way?” She asks. She loosens her arms and her hands come down to rest on his chest. She feels his heart beat against her hand.
He looks at her and nods “it's the only way. We have to turn 15% of your population. The only way is if we show we are stronger together.” He puts his hand over hers and squeezes gently. “I promise nothing will happen to you.”
“I'm not worried about myself, I'm worried about you.” She says, looking at her hand in his. “Five days...” she mumbles, barely audible. “We have some work to do.” She smiles faintly
He leans down and kisses her again, “it'll work, nothing will happen to me, remember, I'm the baddest man on this planet.” He smiles and takes a few steps back with his arms wide before he shifts and takes off
She chuckles and waves as he shifts and runs away. She turns on her heels and takes off too.
Back at the mansion she returns to talking and selling the treaty to vampires she knows are not full of hate for the werewolves. The next day she is sitting in her living quarters when there's a knock on her door and a blond female peaks her head in. “Hey Annie! Come in.” Says Elena. The curtains are shut as it's day out. Annie comes in and shuts the door behind her. “You wanted to see me?” She asks. Elena nods, “You're one of the very few I trust completely in this coven. I need a huge favour.” Says Elena. She goes about explaining the plan to Annie as day turns into night.
Shawn heads back to his castle and begins executing his side of the plan. He starts taking wolfsbane pills, knowing his visibly ill he will become. As he tries to act like he isn't sick, he fakes getting drunk by taking shots of water and when he has drunk enough to make it believable he starts bragging about the spot where he meets Elena. Two days later he starts to complain about the sickness, openly proclaiming that he hopes he is better by next Sunday because he has a hot date at midnight.
“Everything is set in motion and seems to be going according to plan. Annie said she had a hard time convincing some of the vampires 'on the fence' but she assured me they will come around in time.” Vincent was her oldest friend in the coven. Other than her father, he was the most present since the beginning of her vampire life. He looked like he had been turned when he was in his late 30s of human life. She nods, listening to him as she is reading over a thick document. “So we're set for tomorrow?” She asks, looking up at him. He nods. “Thank you.” She smiles. He returns her smile and then leaves the room. She stops her reading and smiles to herself, thinking of Shawn.
On the day everything is supposed to come together, Shawn doesn't take his wolfsbane pill but still acts weak and ill. He knows doing this will not only win over the vampires, but it will also get rid of the least trustworthy wolves in the pack. He already had an idea of who would show up, but he was worried that more than he expected would show as Elena would get hurt. He couldn't risk that, he had to be on top of his game. When the time finally comes around he stumbles out of the castle, heading east towards the creek. He once again gets there early and sets thin, dry sticks all around the edge of the creek, giving them a 15 yard warning before an attack would hit them.
Elena finishes braiding her hair and pins it into a bun at her neck. As the sun finally sets she puts her jacket on, pocketing her knives inside. She slides out the window as she always did, noticing a few vampires had gathered in the courtyard. They pay her no mind as she walks across the roof and jumps down on the other side, making her way through the forest and in the direction of the meeting location. She feels a warm in her lower stomach at the thought of seeing Shawn again.
He paces back and forth creekside, scared of what's to come. He's excited to see Elena again, it's been a long 5 days, but he wants this to be over with. He fell hard for her and he wanted to just lay with her for a day or two, maybe throwing in a few sarcastic jokes. He smells her coming first and his pulse rises whole his stomach does backflips. As soon as he sees her he smiles and walks over to her, taking her in his arms as he kisses her passionately.
Elena smirks when she sees him. She feels overwhelmed with his scent as he takes her into his arms and kisses her like he's never done before. She returns his kiss with just as much passion, her arms encircling his neck. When they break the kiss she smiles at him, “Hi you.”
He smiles down at her and puts his hands on her hips “hey gorgeous, did you bring your killing toys today?” He leans down and pecks her lips again “I promise nothing will happen to you.”
She chuckles, enjoying hearing his voice again. “I did bring my killing toys. Many of them.” She smirks. “I don't need that promise. Instead promise me nothing will happen to you.” Her nostril expand as she smells him. She also detects the smell of other wolves.
He glances around and takes a deep breath, his heart starting to race. He extends his close but hides them in her hair as he runs his hands up to her neck “we can't give them the impression we know they're here.” He whispers as he kisses her neck gently. “You take the fir-” he starts to say before he hears something. “They're pinning us against the creek, they aren't coming one at a time. There is 12, maybe 13.” He whispers before kissing her neck again “I love you.”
She leans her head to the side, her eyes almost closed. She watches their surrounding from beneath her long black eyelashes. Elena listens to him without saying a word. Her hand is on his neck too, she taps her index finger against skin to indicate she is agreeing with him. When he says he loves her, she freezes. She smiles and leans her lips to his ear, “Me too.”
Just as she says that the wolves start to step on the branches and soon enough they're surrounding them in a gal circle. Shawn steps away from Elena “traitors! You've come here to guarantee more endless war.” He isn't able to keep talking as the wolves swarm. Shawn quickly loses track of Elena as he runs up to the first wolf he sees and knocks him to the ground. The 5 others coming after him attack at once and he just tries defecting attacks, looking for openings.
As he speaks she turns her back to him, two knives already in her hands. She hopes part of her coven is on its way already, so they can witness their fighting together. Elena feels Shawn take off after a wolf so she crouches, anticipating one of them to bounce for her. Instead, two of them come at once. She jumps over them and they collide. Still in mid-air, she sees a black wolf jumping to meet with her, its jaw already wide open and ready to bite. She rotates her body and twists herself to avoid the attack and stabs him in the thigh in the process. When she lands, she has no time to think. The two wolves that had collided earlier were coming for her again.
Eventually Shawn gets the swing of things and when two jump towards him he lets one land on his back, it tearing at him with its claws while he tore the throat out from the other one before grabbing the one on his back by its head and flipping it over, extending his claws and slamming his fist into the wolfs chest, shattering its rib cage. With two down the other four circle and he can feel the blood trickling down his back.
While the two wolves circle her, she notices movement coming from the tree. The coven! She turns her attention back to the wolves but its too late. A third one has decided to join in and jumps over one of the other ones. He gets a hold of her left forearm, biting down furiously. Elena plunges her knife right through his skull, instantly releasing her arm from his jaw. Seeing their companion fall, the other two wolves charge. She twists and turns to avoid them, slicing one of them's throat in the process.
Shawn sees the coven watching through the trees and he grabs one of the wolves jumping at him and throws him across the sand, hitting one of the wolves jumping after Elena. Shawn runs over and stands back to back with Elena, the remaining wolves circling them. “I love you.” He whispers, barely audible as the fight side by side. Two jump at Shawn at the same time, jaws open, one Shawn is able to throw up into the aid, watching it twist and turn before it starts to fall back down. Before it comes down the other wolf clamps on to Shawn's shoulder, ripping open a wound before jumping back. As the other wolf falls back down Shawn lets him fall right through his claws, instantly killing the wolf.
Elena feels reassured when Shawn is back. She's turned on and pissed off at the same time when the scent of his blood hits her, realizing he is wounded. The last few wolves seem to stay back further. She hisses at one of them in particular. When he doesn't come she takes a few pounding steps and jumps towards him. Two other wolves she hadn't been paying attention too, jump on her at the same time. When they hit her she grabs onto one of them and they fall to the ground together. She wrestles with him for a while but it soon able to take over and stabs him in the stomach. Kicking him off of her, she's instantly back on her feet, running towards Shawn as two more wolves pursuit her.
As she runs back to him Shawn jumps towards her, knowing she will roll underneath him. He extends both of his arms and takes down both wolves in pursuit of her, reaching in through their rib cages and squeezing their hearts until they stop moving. The last four wolves circle them and a smirk comes across Shawn's face, knowing him and Elena have them beat. They circle and snarl as Shawn reaches back and takes Elenas hand in his gently, giving it a squeeze.
She has to show the coven they could work together, that they trusted each other. She knew he would come to the 'rescue' if she ran to him, so she did. She twists and rolls under him when he jumps, hearing him take care of the wolves that were after her. She doesn't have time to get to her feet when another wolf is on her. He's going for her injured arm, but she is able to keep him at bay with her knee against his chest. She reaches for a longer knife from her boot and quickly stabs him on the side of the head, pushing him off her and retracting the knife, sending blood everywhere. Some of it splatters on her face. When she licks her lips, she makes a face. “Disgusting.” That seems to offend the last 3 wolves, suddenly they are all coming for her at once.
He sees all three wolves jump on top of her and he runs over, jumping just over the top of them as he grabs two of them by their neck and rolls away with them. They end up on top of him and he covers his face and neck with his hands protecting his vitals as he rolls away. He arms get torn up but he is able to push they away long enough to get back up and he turns into he wolf, roaring at them as loud as he can which makes them turn into human form.
Elena grabs the last one off her by the front paw and swings him to the side as hard as possible. Knocking him out as his head hits a big rock on the ground. She snarls seeing the other two after Shawn and takes off running. When they turn human she jumps on one of them's back and stabs him in the back of the neck. She sends him flying, using his body to propel herself towards the last one. She sends her last knife flying and it hits right in between the eyes just as she lands back on her feet.
Shawn looks at her for a moment before turning back into human form, blood dripping from both of his arms, shoulder, and down his back. He's breathing hard while trying to catch his breath and smiles at her. “See, I told you I'd be fine.” He mutters as he goes over to her and kisses her passionately, not caring one bit that the coven is watching. He pulls back and looks her up and down, inspecting her for wounds. He sees her arm and he grabs the back of her head softly and pushes her into his neck “use me to help you.” He says quietly.
She smiles against his lips and kisses him back. When he pulls her head towards his neck, she shakes his hand off. “No, you should take from me.” She says softly, so only he can hear. “If they see you drink from me and not kill me, it'll have an even bigger impact.” She looks at the wound on his shoulder. “Besides, this ones way worse than my arm...” she rolls her head to the side. “You like my neck or my wrist better?” She smirks at him.
He smiles and kisses her again, knowing she would insist on him going first. “I like your wrist, I like to see your face when I'm drinking from you.” He says softly and she sinks her teeth into her wrist, offering it to him. He looks into her eyes as he presses his lips against her and starts to drink from her, feeling the warm tickle of her blood down his throat. He moans softly as he pulls back and licks his lips. “Now you.” And offers his already his wrist and moves over his head to offer his neck as well.
Her irises expand as she watches him drink from her wrist and feels her lower stomach twinkle. She bites her lower lip and looks up to the trees when he finishes drinking from her. She sees the coven watching, a few of them turning and walking away, having seen enough. She doesn't hesitate when Shawn tells her its her turn. She leans into him and finds the sweet spot she likes on the side of his neck and pierces his skin, filling her mouth with his blood, her tongue on his skin.
He moans softly as she feeds from him and and when he pulls back a shiver goes down his spine. He takes a deep breath, really hoping that their plan worked. He looks around at the dead wolves, feeling a slight pain in his stomach. His father never would've led so many wolves to their own slaughter, especially on his first week. He looks up at Elena “this was the right thing to do, right?”
She licks her lips and wipes a trickle of blood from her chin with her wrist, mixing her blood with his. She looks around as he speaks. “You did what you had to do.” She says softly, encircling her arms around his neck, pulling him against her and leaning her forehead against his cheek. “It's going to be easy. But from the look of the coven, I'm confident this was the right thing to do.” She says. “If I had to do the same thing on my side when the times come. I will.” Her thumb caresses his cheek. “Does your culture honour death?”
He shakes his head and sighs, going over to one of them and lifting him up, placing him in the creek. “We will let him give back to the earth, but we aren't as proper as you vampires are. Plus, they tried to kill me and the woman I love.” He goes back over to the next one and does the same. “They're just lucky they died quickly.”
She helps him place the fallen wolves in the creek, working in silence. Her wounds were healing already and the bite mark on her wrist was gone already. When all the wolves bodies are in the creek, she turns to him with a faint smile. “If it makes you feel any better you're the first man I fall in love with since I was turned.”
He looks at her, a bit surprised. He walks over to her and pulls her close to him. “So how long has it been since you've loved?” He sighs softly, actually bring a bit jealous of this mystery man from her past. He actually laughs at himself and shakes it off, she was his now and that was all that mattered.
“I've been this way for over 100 years.” She laughs. “I'm officially a cougar!” The smile falls from her lips, “Please don't start calling me old lady...” She touches his shoulders, loving the feeling of his warm skin. “It's a bit strange to me... to feel this way about you after such a short time.” She pauses. “But I guess this is what happens when you find your mate?” She was new to this concept. She hadn't heard about it until Vincent mentioned it, after she had admitted to him that she felt special about Shawn.
A confused look spreads across his face, “what do you mean? What's your mate?” He asks a smile appears “what do you mean I can't call you old lady? You're my old lady. What're you going to do about it?” He asks playfully, leaning in to kiss her.
She pushes back against him playfully. “Have you never heard of the term mate?” She asks, looking at him curiously. “Vincent explained that it's common in vampire culture for two individuals to be destined to be together. That no matter who they were with in the past or are with now, if they meet their mate it's a done deal.” She explains. “Vampires don't drink each other's blood. Majority of the time we cannot stand the taste of vampire or werewolf blood. But if we find our mate, their blood is sweet and addictive.” She smiles at him. “It dawned on me when he was telling me this. And I confirmed it earlier when I got a taste of another wolf's blood.” She grimaces at the thought of the foul taste in her mouth.
A weak smile grows on his lips and his eyes weaken while he looks at her lovingly. “I had always heard that vampires hated the taste of werewolf blood, so I was surprised you liked mine, but it makes sense now. I feel a pull to you that I've never felt before, I've never been in love before you but the way you make me feel is something I never thought possible. It is this love that makes me feel like we can do this.” He leans down and kisses her softly, pulling her body against his.
“It all makes sense now doesn't it?” She smiles against his lips, kissing him back, longly and softly. “The pieces are coming together, like a puzzle.” Her eyes suddenly flash in surprise when his words sync in. “You're never been in love before?” She asks. “Not even a sexy wolf lady?” She laughs, playing in his hair at the back of his head.
The right side of his lip curls up and he slowly starts to shake his head “no... being the son of the Alpha, too many women tried to be with me just because of who I was. It made it so I never trusted anyone.” He looks down at her “but you... I had to get to know you. You didn't even want me. I liked that.”
“Well, now you'll be my Alpha.” She bares her teeth slightly, “I dare another female to look at you the wrong way just so I can sync my claws in their heart.” She goes from annoyed to curious as soon as he mentions her not wanting him. “Should I continue playing hard to get once in a while?” Her eyebrow raises in question. She smiles. “It seems like there's a lot more we will get to learn about each other.”
He grins at her and shrugs his shoulders “you know... I love you the way you are. Your sarcasm, your wit, your cold as ice skin.” He shakes his head and looks down “you should just do whatever feels right and I'm sure I'll like it. But if you want try to slap me around every once in a while when I'm not expecting it I won't complain, just so I can keep my reactions good.”
She laughs and nods. “Ok I'll keep you on your toes.” She looks around and wonders how long they've been here. “I should probably get back and figure out if we're reached our goal with the coven.” She smiles up at him, she's not short but he's definitely a few good inches above her. “I'll let you know how it turned out tomorrow.”
He bites his lip, wanting so bad to sleep next to her tonight. He eventually nods though “yeah, sounds like a plan.” He takes a deep breath and whines softly, pulling her close to him and kissing her forehead. “I hope it worked, and if it didn't I swear to god I'm stealing you and running away with you forever. I could steal you too, did you see what I did to those wolves?”
Her heart flutters when he whines and she smiles against him, wrapping her arms around him. “I'm sure it worked out, we put on a great show!” She says. “But I'll happily be stolen away if things go sour.” She laughs. “Yes I did see what you did to them, you're an impressive man!”
He laughs softly and looks into her eyes “you impressed me too, though I already knew what you could do from our fight.” He leans down and kiss her “I think those last three you killed even our kills at 6 a piece. Not too bad, I will fight by your side any and every day.” He wraps his arms around her and kisses her again, more passionately this time as he moans against her lips, pushing his hips into hers. “I can't wait until I have you. But tonight go, go and get that vote done.”
She smiles and kisses him back with equal passion. She nods and steals one last kiss before slipping out of his arms and disappearing through the trees.
When she gets back to the mansion she takes a long hot shower to wash off all the blood from her skin. She changes into a pair of skinny jeans, a black sweater and black heeled pumps. She rubs dark eyeshadow around her eyes and plumps her lips with a deep purple lipstick. She then makes her way down to the main hall where her father is waiting for her. She greets him politely when she walks in, Vincent is there too. “You look proud of yourself, child.” Says her father. She shrugs, putting her hands in her back pockets and taking the last few steps towards where he is sitting, on his throne. “The time has come then...” says her father. He calls forth the coven meeting and the main hall is soon flooded with every single vampire. When everyone is there, he calls for silence and motions for Elena. She steps up the few stairs and stands next to him. “As most of you know, I have brought forward the notion of a treaty with the werewolves. We have existed for centuries and yet we live by the same old dated rules. As immortals we should strive to evolve. This isn't the 1800s anymore! Why are we still at war? Do any of you ever remember why we have been fighting the wolves for? If we did not fight we would live peacefully on our own lands!” She falls quiet and her dark eyes look over the room, daring anyone to speak up. “Rowan, are you behind this too?” Says a deep voice coming from the back. A tall vampire with dark brown hair steps forward, her father's brother, Dorian. Rowan, Elena's father waves his hand as others start to whisper. “I told Elena that I would support her idea if 55% of the coven voted in favour with her.” His voice is booming through-out the hall. “And so we shall all vote. Those in favour for the peace treaty with the werewolves shall stand on Elena's side of the room.” She took a few steps to her left. “Anyone against the treaty, shall stand on the opposite side.” He says. Rowan steps forward and motions for them to take their vote. Elena watches as many vampires make their way to her side. Several who stand on the opposite side seem unsure, while others are clearly against. Vincent steps next to Elena. Annie marches forward with a big group. The bunch who had hesitated at first then move to Elena's side after watching Annie and her group take the positive side. Rowan watches at Dorian stands on the negative side of the room and moves to stand by his daughter. She grins, more than 60% of the coven was on her side. Vincent wraps an arm around Elena and smiles down at her. “So it is decided.” Says Rowan, “We move forward with the treaty!”
It is at that point that there is a knocking at the gate. Shawn is standing on the other side, wearing black slacks with a light blue button down shirt and a grey and pink paisley tie. Shawn had been listening carefully just outside the walls and when it was announced he felt he had to be a part of it. A Vampire opens the gate and Shawn walks in, smirking and nodding at Elena before he walks to the center of this room.
“I fear it has been quite a long time since a werewolf has entered these walls peacefully, but I assure you this is a groundbreaking visit. I do not wish to steal the spotlight, I only wish to share a few words. As many of you know, Elena and I fought side by side today against the last remaining wolves looking to do harm to us. The werewolves are committed to ensuring a safe future for all of us.” He approaches Rowan slowly “and thank you, Rowan, for being open to such an extraordinary agreement.” He extends his hand to Rowan, looking right in his eyes
Several vampires are gapping at Shawn as he walks in and speaks up. Elena can't help but smirk. Just when Rowan is about to respond to Shawn, Dorian steps out of his group and snarls at both of them. “You can't be agreeing to this brother!” He says. Rowan's eyes widen at his brother. Elena takes a step forward but Vincent stops her, a hand on her wrist. “Have you forgotten what those bastards did to our family? Are you so easily ready to move past the destruction they caused to our name?” Dorian says. “It has been a long time Dorian. Too long to still hold a grudge. Elena is right, we should evolve and move forward.” Says Rowan, his voice deadly calm. “This young Alpha did not make the decision for his ancestors, he has made his own and seems ready to compromise. Anyone smart enough to understand evolution knows this is a good step to take for our kind.” Dorian opens his mouth but Rowan cuts him off. “I am the head of this coven Dorian, you will not disrespect the decision of the majority.” Dorian's eyes seem to turn red, the room is silence for a moment, but soon he snarls again and turns to Shawn. “You piece of shit dog!”
Elena is already in the air. Dorian doesn't even have to to take a second step towards Shawn that she knocks him to the ground. Her knees pin his arms to the floor and she holds two knife at his throat. She bares her teeth at him and hisses, her face barely a few inches from his. “No one touches my mate!” Her scream echos in the room and is followed by a communal gasp from the vampires who had no idea that Shawn was Elena's mate.
Shawn's eyes were glowing red and he had unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and pulled them up, revealing a few of his tattoos when Elena jumps on Dorian. His eyes return to normal and he smiles, loving it when she defends him like that. He walks over and puts his hand on her shoulder, feeling her breathes heave in and out from within her small frame. “It is true, Elena and I are mates. And we hope to get married as soon as this treaty is finalized, as a way to further dry the ink, so to speak.” He looks over at Rowan again “shall we head up and get this treaty signed or is there something else you need to see?”
Elena holds her knives pressed against her uncle as she turns her head to look at her father. He looks at her, then turns to Shawn and nods. “Let's.” He responds. “Vincent has drafted the treaty along with rules, we can discuss further.” He begins to make way when Elena speaks up. “Father!” He turns to look at her again, “You know what to do Elena.” He says then resumes leading the way out of the room. Elena grins viciously at Dorian and presses her knives down in once switch motion, sending his head rolling. She spits at what's left of his body as she stands and points one of her knife at the rest of the negative group. “Let this serve as a lesson.” She says. After looking at the group for a long silent minute, she turns and heads in the direction her father, Vincent and Shawn went. Annie takes her knives from her as she exits the room.
Shawn walks up with Rowan, heading to what he can only assume is a conference room of some sort. On the way up he can't help but notice the stark difference between him and the Vampire leader. Here he was, probably thousands of years old, not looking a day over 50. Then there was Shawn, 25, still young and not nearly enough experience to be running a pack. Yet he was, he was the Alpha of the entire North and he had intentions of running the south as well. They finally get into the room and he turns to Rowan once again “I hope you approve of my relationship with your daughter, it is my intent to never do harm unto her and, in fact, protect her.”
Rowan looks Shawn over with indifferent eyes and nods. “She's told me. Besides, she's a big girl, she's her own keeper.” He says, motioning for Vincent to bring the stack of paper which is the treaty. Just then Elena walks in “Damn right I am!” She grins at Shawn as she takes a seat next to him. Vincent brings forth a document which appears to be 15-20 pages long. Rowan begins to explain what it entails, no more killing of each other, if there are killings, the individuals involved shall go on trial with a jury of both races for fairness and equality. He speaks for a good 10 minutes. “Vincent and I thought it could be a good idea to have an event once or twice a year where there could be a competition between vampires and werewolves. Whoever wishes to participate may, there would be sports, fights and so on. It could help blow off whatever steam might arise over time.” She is looking at Shawn, her eyes shining.
He studies the 15 pages, looking through each one carefully before nodding and signing the last page. “That sounds like a pretty good idea. Kind of like an Olympics type thing.” Shawn reaches over and takes Elena's hand, rubbing it softly with his thumb. “I think we should also agree to fight side by side if something tries to attack one of us. You never know what's out there or how stupid humans can be, so I think that should be included. Elena and I have already proven that we work well together. If we are already going to be serving on juries and having games every year then we should be allies as well.”
Rowan nods. “Good point. I agree.” Vincent speaks “I can modify the document to include this before signatures.” Elena squeezes Shawn's hand. “Perhaps we can iron out the details at a later time, but I'm sure we could establish something to learn from each other. Fighting techniques and culture aspects.” Vincent nods in agreement as he scribbles this down too.
Shawn nods and looks over at Rowan. “Perhaps I could stay here for the night and we can continue these discussions in the morning. I have had a long day, and have already had to spend a lot of energy healing. If it wasn't for Elena's blood I think I would be dead to the world right about now.” He looks over at Elena and she can tell he is tired. “Is there a place I could stay?”
“You can stay with me.” Says Elena. “I'll work on these and when the sun sets we can reconvene and finalize the document.” Says Vincent. Rowan nods and gets to his feet. He kisses Elena on the head and pats her shoulder before exiting. “Thanks Vincent!” She says and gets up, her hand still in Shawn's. She tugs him out of his chair and out of the big meeting room. “My living quarters are on the other side. That whole extension of the mansion is mine.” She smiles at him.
He smiles and looks over at her “wow, an entire extension just for us!” He says as he laughs. He stops walking with her and pulls her towards him, wrapping his arms around her and pushing her hair into his face so he can breathe in her scent again. “I love you so much.” He pulls back and kisses her lips softly “we did it.”
She chuckles and kisses him back, “I love you too.” She squees after the kiss, “We did it!” She bounces in his arms with excitement. She grabs his hand again, “Come on I'll show you around.” She smiles wide and pulls him down a few hallways before they reach her living quarters. “There's two floors.” She says, pushing the door and walking into a living room. “Out here is the living room and entertainment area.” There are two big sofas, a bar in the back stocked with alcohol and a table on the centre with a fire place against the far wall. “The kitchen is that way.” She points to the left. She drags him up the stairs, never letting go of his hand. “In here is an office.” She points at a door on the right. “Here are two spare bedrooms, with a bathroom in between them.” She points at the three doors on the left. “And at the end of the hall, my favourite part.” She turns to smile at him as she leads him through the last door. It opens to a large room, there is dark wallpaper on the walls with a random pattern. The two windows are large with black curtains. Against the wall to the right is a king size bed with dark red and black sheets, and several pillows. In one of the corners is a massive standing mirror and a vanity covered in what looks like beauty products. There is a big black chandelier on the ceiling and 2 doors to the left left. “I have a walk-in closer and there is the on-suite bathroom. It has a big tub and a glass shower.” She lets go of his hand and walks further into the room. “Welcome to my home.”
He tours her extension and makes sure to pay attention to each room and it's layout. After they get to her room he walks around it slowly, trying not to but smelling hard to see if anyone had been in here recently. He can't catch any smells other than her so he walks back over to her and smiles softly “I love you, the place is beautiful.” He goes over to the standing mirror and frowns as he looks at himself. He hated when he had to get dressed up, it just wasn't... him. He pulls on his tie, loosening it a bit before he turns back to her “is this so you can check yourself out everyday to make sure you look damn sexy?”
“I know I'm sexy. I don't need to check. I just use mirrors to enhance what I have.” She smirks and walks over to him, taking his tie in between her fingers. “And you... are sexy as hell when you pull on your tie like that...” she looks up at him. “But you seem uncomfortable in these clothes. Not your thing, hmm?” She asks. “What would you be more comfortable wearing?” She's curious, she wants to know everything about him.
He smiles and looks down at her before looking back at the mirror and shrugging. “Jeans, sweatshirt, sleeveless shirt to show the tattoos, if I'm feeling kinda nice I'll throw on newer jeans and a collared shirt. But I'm not a pretty boy. I can pull these clothes off but I don't like to.” He looks down at her again “I'm not fancy like you.”
She laughs. “You think I'm fancy?” She asks, then she looks at herself in the mirror. “I guess I sort of am...” she shrugs. “Maybe you're not a pretty boy... but you are an handsome one.” She smiles. “How would you describe yourself then? If not pretty or fancy.”
He takes a deep breath and stares at himself some more “ruggedly handsome.” He says and he smirks at her. “I was meant to work with my hands, I was meant to speak, but I was never one to throw on skinny jeans or work in front of a computer.”
“Ruggedly handsome...” She smiles, her hand reaching up to touch his jaw. “I agree with that, but that doesn't mean you wouldn't look amazing in a tailored suit with shiny shoes and an expensive watch.” Her hand travels down his shoulder and arm, her fingers resting where he had rolled up his sleeve and she could see part of his tattoos.
He lifts her up and holds her up by grabbing under her ass. He smiles up at her and kisses her “there is nothing better than a ruggedly handsome man wearing nice clothes and accessories. Except the way you put yourself together every day. That's better.”
A soft giggle escapes her lips when he lifts her up, her hands going to the back of his neck right away. She smiles against his lips and kisses him back. “Me?” She asks. “Well... I guess you could say I make up for the lack of warm skin and beating heart with my sense of style.” She grins.
He grins with her and carries over to bed and lays her down as he climbs on top of her and kisses her neck softly before he begins to suck on it. “Oh yeah? And what style is that. Tell me your style.” He whispers with his lips against her.
“Hmm” she starts as he kisses her neck. “Edgy... dark...” she smiles at the feel of him on top of her. “Sexy... confident...” she starts to play with his tie, progressively loosening it some more. “Dominant.” She says as she pulls his face up to hers and bites his lower lip. She lifts her legs and wraps them around his hips, tightly pressing him against her.
He moans softly as she presses herself against him and he pulls his lip back and pulls on her lower lip. He kisses down her chest, kissing over her clothes as he begins to talk again “and what would you be comfortable wearing... or not wearing.” He smiles as his voice trails off.
She smirks, looking at him going down. “I'm comfortable with anything... or nothing.” She raises an eyebrow in his direction, that smirk still on her lips. “What about you? Do wolves find clothes a nuisance? I can imagine you've ripped a few outside to shred transforming...” The idea stirs something in her core. She never thought she'd enjoy getting to know a wolf so much.
He nods as he kisses down to her stomach and then to her hips, kissing along her waistline, pulling at her clothes with his teeth. “I hate clothes. They're a fucking nuisance. It's better to just wear clothes you don't like so when you do change it's not a big deal.” He smirks up at her “if I could wear nothing at all every day I would.”
She laughs, loving how aggressive he is and finding his swearing sexy in this context. “Hmm maybe once we're married and living together we could arrange to have some days in, just us, no clothes at all...” she props herself up on her elbows to look at him, her red hair falling around her like a lion's mane.
He nods as he slides further down between her legs, leaning his face up and pressing his lips right over her pussy, kissing them, breathing her scent in and he moans as it wafts through his body. “You're intoxicating.” He presses harder into her for a second before pulling back and starting to kiss back up to her waist.
She bites her lips when he pushes and smells against her. The primal way he was being around her was going to drive her over the edge sooner or later. Before he is able to come back all the way up, she sits up and starts to work on unbuttoning his shirt. “Let's get you out of these...” she smirks. When she finally reaches the last button she pulls hard on his shirt and slides it over his shoulders, her eyes already drinking his powerful chest and shoulders as if it was the first time she was seeing him.
She pulls his shirt off and he pulls off of he waist. Standing above her for a second before he jumps on top of her, rolling with her further into the bed. He ends up in top of her and his fingers trail down the sides of her body as he admire her figure. He bites her shoulder playfully and moves up to lick her neck, watching her skin rise as he bites her again.
She laughs as they roll in bed but her eyes suddenly have a spark to them when she finds him on top of her again. Elena moans softly, moving her head to the side to give him full access. She moves her hands over him shoulders and down his back, her black nails gently scraping at his skin.
He bites her neck a bit harder, causing a slow trickle of blood. He moans softly as he sucks in it softly, pushing his pants down and kicking his socks off so he is just in his boxers. “I've waited a long time for this.” He says with his voice muffled against her skin.
She pulls at him when he sucks on her, her back arching into him slightly. She quickly starts to work in unbuttoning her pants, her sweater up past her navel already. “Have you?” She smiles.
He smiles and pulls back, looking in her eyes before leaning down to kiss her. He runs his hands down her body and pushes her pants down for her before pulling her sweater up while he brought his hands back up. He kisses her again before he kisses back down her body and pushes her panties to the side, pressing his lips up against her softly, sliding his tongue inside of her as he moans.
She lets him take control and take her clothes off, revealing black lacey underwear. She kisses him hard but too soon he pulls away and goes down on her. She raises an eyebrow as she watches him go straight for her pussy. She lets herself fall back on a pillow as soon as she feels his lips on her and his tongue going in. She parts her lets wider and arches her back at the sensation, a moan escaping her lips, louder this time.
He smiles as he finally gets to taste her, not able to wait another second. But as soon as he does he pulls back and lets her panties cover her back up. He moves his head to the side and licks her inner thigh softly, letting his hit breath lift her skin up before he does the same to the other side. He kisses back up to her chest and unhooks her bra, throwing it to the side as he presses his chest against hers and starts to kiss her neck again, letting his hands roam her body.
She gasps when he pulls away and breaths deeply as he kisses her thighs. She smirks at him when he climbs back on top. She marvels at the feel of his chest against her bare skin, her nipples hardening. She raises her right leg over his hips and her fingers find their way through his hair.
“You taste amazing.” He whispers and pushes his body into her, his hard cock pushing against his boxers. He can feel his temperature rising as his breathing increases, her cold skin pressing against him serving as the perfect offset. “Should I be worried that all the men whose hearts have been broken by you are going to find me and kill me now?”
She bites her lower lip at the feel of how hard he is for her. She chuckles at his question, “If I'm not on friendly terms with any of them, they are more likely dead already.” She smirks, looking into his eyes. Her hands caress his neck and shoulders, feeling like she had the best view of him from where she is under him.
He looks back into her, knowing he could get lost in her eyes at any moment. “Well soon they will all be dead.” He mutters before he leans down, kissing her chin and her jawline softly before presenting his neck to her. As soon as he feels her tense with excitement he pulls his head back and grins, kissing her hard
She grins at him, loving how possessive of her he has become. Her eyes flash with desire when he pulls his neck back from her. As he's kissing her, she takes the opportunity to push him to the side and climbs on top, wanting to be in control. She breaks away from his lips and makes her way down on him. She kisses his chin and his neck. She leaves a trail of kisses as she goes down his chest, her hand reaching for the hem of his boxers and pulling on it.
He lifts his hips up for her and moans quietly, letting her pull his boxers off. He loves how she took control while he was teasing her and his back arches with desire. He had never felt like this before, he wanted to make love to her so bad but he didn't want to rush it. He runs his fingers to the back of her hair and grabs hold softly. “I love you.”
She pulls his boxers down, revealing the glory that was hidden beneath. Her eyes seem to shine at the sight of it. She kisses his lower stomach and moves her fingers to hold around the base of his cock. She looks up at him when he says he loves her and she smiles, her eyes softening. “Let me show you how much I love you...” she says softly. She licks the side of his cock as if she was licking ice cream, nice and slow.
He moans as she starts to lick the side of him, his eyes widening a bit as he sits up and watches her. He reaches down and grabs her waist, pulling her body so it flips around his. He smiles as he pulls her panties down slowly and gets another view of her perfect pussy. “You can show me, while I show you.” He says quietly before licking her hips softly.
She laughs when he effortlessly pulls her on top of him. “Mmm I like that.” She says, looking back at him before returning to his glorious cock. She kisses along the side going up and down, and then goes up to lick the tip, before taking him in her mouth completely.
He moans into her and his eyes roll into the back of his head as she takes him completely in her mouth. He pulls on her lips gently before licking her up to her clit, running his tongue in circles around it before he starts to suck on it softly.
She sucks on him, going down and back up. She lets go when he licks her click, moaning as it's her more pleasurable spot. She licks the base of his cock and goes back up, taking him in her mouth again, going up and down with her hand following her lips.
He pushes his hips up into her as she goes down on him, loving the way she feels. He reaches up with his hand and slowly slides a finger inside of her, feeling how wet she is before he starts to massage her g spot. As he does that he still circles her clit, not making direct contact except for every so often when he flicks his tongue across her clit.
She sucks on him a bit longer before raising her head up and moaning loudly. “For someone that hasn't loved before you sure are good at this.” She says. Her tongue goes in circle about the head of his cock, slowly, and she resumes sucking and pleasing with her hand.
His muffled laughter escapes after her comment and he pulls back for a second “Just trying to keep up with you my dear.” He moans softly and leans back into her, licking up and down her pussy lips before sliding his tongue inside of her again. He slides his tongue in circles pulling back and going back to her clit and replacing his tongue with his finger again.
She moves her mouth to the side, sucking in different locations while her tongue slides around his shaft. She moans against him as he licks her in all the right spots. She reaches to massage his balls as she continues to work on his cock
He reaches down with his free hand and runs his fingers over her nipples, squeezing them softly before he starts to massage the breast. He pulls back and presses the flat of his tongue against her before licking with his entire tongue on her clit. He feels her start to massage his balls and he suddenly moves down to her pussy and presses his face into her hard while he moans loudly.
She presses her chest into his hand and continues to work on him, her tongue going in circles and her lips working around him. She moans when he presses into her and she takes him completely in her mouth again, sucking harder and moving faster.
He can feel himself begin to throb and he knows he won't last much longer. He wants her to cum with him so while he slides his tongue inside of her again he reaches up and begins to rub her clit with his fingers gently, using his fingertips to massage her
His throbbing turns her on even more, she moans as she sucks and licks faster, feeling the inside of her pussy clenching. She squeezes his balls again just as she feels a wave of pleasure wash over her, followed by another. She moans loudly against him she feels herself climax, her back arching and her knees shaking.
He feels her pussy squeeze into his tongue and he moans loudly, feeling his entire body tighten up and release through his cock. His entire body shakes with electricity as her cum drops into his mouth, him sucking on her, swallowing every drop.
She takes him in her mouth again and sucks hard as she feels him coming on her tongue. She squeezes the base of his cock, loving the feeling. She pulls away slightly and licks whatever else comes out slowly, enjoying every bit of it like it's candy as she catches her breath from her climax
He pulls his lips off of her, breathing hard as his head falls back onto the pillow. “Holy shit...” he says softly as he takes another deep breath “that was amazing. You're amazing.” He mutters as he brings her back up to his face and he kisses her softly.
She crawls onto his chest and smiles at him after the soft kissing. She licks her lips again, “You're amazing.” She grins at him. “Seems to me like you had some practice... or someone teaching you.” She leans down and nuzzles her nose into his neck, loving his warmth and scent.
He narrows his eyes at her and kisses her nose “I dont know why you're thinking about that.” He says softly as he rolls on top of her and kisses her again. “While I'm with you you're wondering where I learned?” He laughs and kisses her neck, presenting his neck to her as he pushes against her.
She smiles. “You're right... I'm just a curious kitty...” she admits. She licks his neck teasingly for a moment, wrapping her arms around him and spreading her hands over his back. She sucks on her favourite spot, then tenderly syncs her fangs into his skin. She's soft and gently about it unlike usually. She moans lightly while she drinks his blood for a few seconds and then pulls away, licking the puncture marks.
“Well curiosity killed the cat.” He says softly before he reaches down and starts to slowly slide himself inside of her. He moans against her shoulder, biting it softly as he slowly slides completely inside of her, his whole body tightening.
She gasps as she feels him get inside her, happily surprised he's ready to go again. Her nails scrape at his back as he fills her with his hard cock and she moans his name softly against his ear. She lightly nips at his earlobe when he bites her shoulder.
He pulls his head back and kisses her hard as he starts to pull out of her and push back in slowly, sliding easily in and out of her. He starts out gentle, scared of hurting her. The way she squeezes every part of him is unlike anything he's ever felt before. “I love you so much, Elena.”
She kisses him back, pushing her tongue in between his lips and go find his. She moans in his mouth when he goes back in. “I love you too.” She says in between breaths, crushing her lips against his again. She moves her hands all over his back, slowly reaching down to squeeze cheeks and pulling at him, so he gets deep into her as much as possible.
He runs his hands over her sides and down her back. He runs one hand across her back and the other he moves to the back of her neck, holding her, protecting her. He squeezes her against him and starts to go a bit faster and harder, moaning loudly, growling softly behind every moan.
Elena kisses him along his neck and jaw, her hands grabbing at him like she can't get enough of him. She moans as soon as he picks up speed, loving the long and hard strokes. “More” she moans, her tongue licking his skin where she can feel his pulse.
She asks for more and he groans again, louder, and with a louder growl. He starts to fuck her harder and faster with each thrust, soon going as fast and as hard as he can. He grips onto her hard with his fingertips, his breathing getting faster and less regular.
As he goes harder and faster, she feels him hitting the right spot. She moans louder, baring her teeth. Her nails scrape at his back again, except this time it's rougher. She's consumed by him, intoxicated. She moves her hips up slightly to meet with him at a better angle. She moans his name again, feeling him going in even deeper.
He feels her nails scrape up and down his body and this just makes him go harder, loving every second of being with her. He needs more of her, he reaches down with the hand that was across her back and moves it below her hips, lifting them up slightly, holding them there so he can go even deeper.
She moans as he lifts them and goes deeper. She bites her lower lip, looking up at him. She never imagined she could feel this way with someone. Or that his cock would feel so amazing inside of her. She's breathing hard, feeling herself getting close again. She brings his face close to hers again and kisses him, desire burning through her.
He moans loudly and he can feel his stomach tightening, knowing he is starting to get close. He takes a deep breath and pulls his head back “I want you to be drinking from me when we come together.” He whispers as he pushes his neck into her face. His blood is pumping hard as he keeps making love to her, the tightening beginning to spread throughout his body.
She feels her core tighten as he speaks. She starts to lick his neck as he pounds deep and hard into her, sending her over the edge. Elena syncs her teeth into his skin right over his pulse and moans against him as she feels her orgasm take over her. Her muscles squeeze around his cock as she comes. She sucks on him hard, his blood like a drug to her.
His orgasm continues to build until he feels her cum squirt all over his cock and he begins to moan loudly, gripping onto her back as her teeth sink into him and he bites into her shoulder, drawing blood as he begins to feed from her as well. His entire body shakes through his orgasm and he can feel her pussy fill with his cum.
Her teeth come out of his skin when she leans her head back, moaning again as he bites her and comes inside of her. She almost feels dizzy from her climax and the taste of his blood in her mouth. She goes back to his neck, kissing and licking, breathing hard against him. Her right hand moves up to his hair, scraping his scalp and holding him close.
His breathing starts to slow, as does his pulse, and he slowly pulls himself out of her, moaning softly the whole time. He rolls over next to her, letting his arms fall open as he stares up at the ceiling “wow...” is all he can muster as his chest continue to rise and fall, his blood trickling down his neck.
She stays put for a moment, catching her breath. But soon she wants the feel him again so she turns and gets on top of him, lying against his chest. She licks the trickling blood and smiles against his warm skin. “Your moans and growls are the sexiest things I've ever heard.” She says softly.
He laughs softly as he starts to run his fingers through her hair. “I could say the same thing about yours.” He smiles and looks down at her. He then sighs and looks up at the ceiling. “I told you I never loved anyone before, but I, like you, had to do things I didn't necessarily want to. I did what I had to because my father didn't give me much of a choice. You're the first one I've loved.”
She closes her eyes as he runs his fingers through her hair. She kisses the puncture mark she left on his neck and rests her head on his shoulder, fitting perfectly against him. “If I'm the first and only one you'll ever love, then I'm totally okay with that.” She says softly, kissing his skin again.
He chuckles softly and nods, putting his hand over her head “I love you, you're the only one I'll ever love.” He kisses her forehead and his breathing normalizes. “I'm sorry you had to love someone only to lose them. What was that like?”
“I love you too. You're the only one that matters to me now...” she says softly. She sighs. “Losing someone is like... losing part of yourself. Suddenly you are faced with this huge void in your life and you cannot fill it.” She nuzzles him and tries to get closer, her legs tangling with his. “If only I could grow old with you...”
He shakes his head “Don't say that, you'll be just fine. There will always be another werewolf to warm your bed.” He wraps his arms around her back and holds her tight “there will always be another Alpha you can seduce.”
“From what I understand of Vincent's explanation of 'mates' I don't think it works that way...” she pauses. “It seems like you only have 1 mate in your life time. We are lucky we found each other, some people never find their mate. But if either of us dies...” she props herself up on her elbows and looks at him. “You know how it is, you're feeling this too, right? This intense pull we have at each other. We'll never have that with anyone else. How do you come back from that? How can you move on from feeling like this and never have it again with anyone else...”
His eyes soften as he looks at her, his lip curling up a bit as he can't help but love what she is saying. “You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” He leans in and kisses her “I don't want to think about how sad you will be if I'm ever not here. You have me now. Just remember that.”
She smiles lightly as he kisses her. “As long as you age at a slower rates than human, I guess I'm ok with that too...” she kisses him back. Her fingers travel along his shoulder and his arm. She looks at the tattoos on his right arm. “Tell me about these!” She touches his inked skin, thinking this is a good way to change the subject.
He smiles and looks at his right arm, admiring the tattoos. “I often forget they are even there. They're just part of me.” He points to what looks like a rounded knife “that's a Tumi. The Incans used it to scalp, cut, kill.” He turns his arm and points to a hummingbird “for my mother who passed away when I was 21.” Points to a sun mask running up his bicep and to his shoulder “for the Incan sun god.” He looks on her eyes and laughs softly “are you bored?”
She's staring at them, listening to him intently. “No! Not at all.” She smiles up at him then returns her attention to the tattoos. “I love them... I was never interested in men with tattoos... but now...” she smirks at him. “Tell me more...” her voice is soft, relaxed, happy...
He smiles and leans down to kiss her cheek. “If you insist.” He points to a cowgirl on the back of his bicep and laughs a little “I got this one for my good friend Olivia.” And then he lifts his arm up and shows off the last tattoo on his bicep “it's a unicorn, for my sister. Pink and lavender, only for a real man.” He says and he chuckles before pointing to the Peruvian flag on his forearm with the lyrics “I am Peruvian you are not,” scrolled across “for my dad, who changed every lyric in every song to those words before he died.” He points to his own named scrawled across his forearm “it's written exactly how my mother wrote my name on her last letter to me.” He bites his lip and stares at her “so the boring right arm is done.”
“I love the unicorn.” She laughs. “I'm sorry about your mother... you'll have to tell me more about your family.” She smiles lightly. “But first: Who's Olivia and how good of a friend is she?” She asks, her voice is still calm, but her eyes are alert.
He smiles and kisses her softly “a friend who I've never had feelings for, and she never has for me. We just grew up together. You don't need to kill her.” He kisses her again and points to his left arm “this is just a huge surreal view of Machu Picchu with nasca lines running around it. Technically different Peruvian Indian civilizations but they're linked together.” He points to the sugar skull on his forearm “this is to remember that no matter how dark, there is always some sweet if you look hard enough.” And finally he points to his left forearm “you're stronger than you seem, smarter than you think, and braver than you believe. Just a quote I love.”
Her eyes avert his, “I wasn't going to kill her.” She says. She looks at his other tattoos as he continues. She smiles and snuggles closer to him, if possible at all, kissing his cheek and jaw. “Am I the sweet in your darkness?” She giggles lightly. Her fingers trail the words on his forearm. She can't look away, the think veins running along his strong forearm stir something in her lower stomach, she licks her lips.
He sighs softly and looks at his tattoos. “I tried to make them fit well together, but I can't really get tattoos anymore, so my body is left unfinished. Damn werewolves and their healing.” He looks over at her and sees her drooling over his forearm and he smiles and lifts it up for her, pushing it closer to her mouth.
She smiles at him, caressing his forearm with her lips and breathing in his scent. “You have beautiful veins...” she says softly. Then she flashes him another smile, “I bet no one's ever told you that before huh?” she asks. She doesn't wait for his response, she tastes his skin with her tongue and sinks her teeth in, making sure to avoid his tattoo. “Mmm...” she moans, closing her eyes as she drinks gently.
He moans softly as she begins to feed from him again and he looks up at her, love in his eyes. He lets her drink his fill and he can feel himself growing underneath her again. He sighs softly and pushes up into her “you're too sore? Right?”
She raises an eyebrow at him and stops biting him. She pulls away from his arm, blood still on her lips and she gives a devilish smile as she licks her lips. She pushes herself up and sits on top of him, slowly rubbing her pussy against his cock. She reaches for his hands and interlaces her fingers with his as she moves on top of him, teasing him.
He moans quietly as she sits on top of him and begins to rub against him. Their fingers intertwine and he bites his lip, trying to control himself. “Baby you don't...” his voice trails off as his eyes close and he moans again. “Oh my god baby, I love how wet you get for me.” He can feel her juices drilling down his cock already just from her rubbing against him.
She smiles down at him, loving that she had that effect on him. She moans softly, her clit rubbing against his hardening cock, if she wasn't careful she could cum all over him this way. She moves back forth for a few more seconds and as she moves back again, she feels the head on his cock against her entrance. Effortlessly, she shifts and takes him in her with one slow stroke, moaning at the same time.
He moans loudly and pushes his hips up into her, pushing as deep as he can. He heard her moans from when he was rubbing against her clit though and he was hungry for more. He reaches down and starts to run her clit softly with his fingers while she rides him
Elena continues to move back and forth against him. She moans louder when he pushes into her and she feels his fingers massage her clit. She squeezes her fingers in the hand she was still holding. She looks down at him, her eyebrows frowning with the pleasure he was giving her. She picks up speed lightly.
His eyes roll into the back of his head as she rides his already sore cock. The way she was squeezing him pulled on his cock and gave him more pleasure than he had ever felt. “Oh Elena,” he moaned, practically yelling as he rubbed her clit.
She moaned his name back and reached for his hand on her clit, she wanted to feel his hands all over her. She guided both his hands from her hips up her stomach and onto her chest. Her fingers scrapes at his forearms and she rolled her head back moaning again. She was going fast now, wanting him to fill her up again.
He moans louder and louder as she runs his hands all over her and he rubs her breasts gently. “Oh my god baby, don't fucking stop.” He says as his body starts to shake lightly.
She leans forward slightly, bracing her hands against his chest. She bites her lips and moans, his cock slides in and out of her as she moves on top of him, faster and harder. She can feel she's close, the walls of her pussy clenching all around him, going in deep.
He grabs his hips and holds her down as his entire body shakes with an orgasm. He screams her name as he feels his cock explode inside of her. He grabs her hard and pulls her down on top of him, kissing her and moaning into her lips to try and keep himself quiet.
When she feels him explode inside of her, she reaches her climax too, moaning loudly as her pussy squeezes his cock like she never felt before. She's still coming when he pulls her down and kisses her, she moans against him and bites his lip, feeling shaky and high from the pleasure.
He finally lets her go, breathing hard as she collapses on top of him. He runs his fingertips up and down her back but that feels like the only thing he can move right now. She doesn't lift off of him so he is still inside of her, feeling every twitch from her pussy after her orgasm. He takes another breath and kisses her forehead.
She stays still against his chest for a while, trying to catch her breath. She loves the feeling of him still deep inside of her. “Holy shit...” she sighs. “Where have you been all my life...” she smiles and then looks up at him.
He laughs and smiles down at her “I was about to ask you the same thing! Although to be fair, if you had met me earlier you probably would've killed me.” He says with a chuckle.
She smiles at him, her eyes shining. She slowly lifted herself up and off of him. She laid down on her back next to him and sighed in content. “This is true...” she agrees. “And for part of my life you weren't born.” She laughs. She realizes they've been in bed for hours and sits “You must be hungry!” She looks at him.
He shrugs and rolls into his side so that he can stare at her. “I mean, I could eat.” He says with a giggle as he glances down at her pussy. “But yeah, let me cook you something!” He says as he jumps out of bed and heads over to the kitchen. “I wouldn't want the old lady getting hurt walking to the kitchen.”
She gaps at him, her mouth open. Just before he walks out of the room she throws a pillow at him. “Who are you calling an old lady!?” She shouts, a hint of laughter in her voice. She jumps to her feet and grabs his shirt from the floor along with her panties. She puts them on as she walks down the hall after him. “You don't need to cook anything for me.” She says, “but feel free to make yourself whatever you like.”
He stops and turns around, laughing. “Oh yeah, you need me to be nourished so I can nourish you. I guess I have to eat for two. Then again your metabolism must be slow in your old age.” He grabs his boxers and throws them on before he walks with her into the kitchen. “So what does a vampire have for food...” he opens up the fridge and sees a bunch of bags of blood.
She turns around and glares at him when he mentions her age again. She stands by and watches him as he opens the blood fridge. She bursts into laughter. When she catches her breath, she walks to what looks like a cupboard, “There's another fridge in here.” She says, opening the door. “While we only need to drink blood, I still sometimes enjoy cooking and eating food like a human.” She smiles at him. “There should be some steak in here. And some veggies.”
He smiles as she glares at him and he knows he shouldn't push it much further. Maybe one more harmless comment. “You know... I really like cougar.” He says as he wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her back. “I'm feeling veggies, maybe some chicken.” He says softly as he looks into the fridge.
She sticks her tongue out at him when he mentions cougars but then smiles at him. “You better like cougars. Cause one of them just fucked your brains out.” She laughs. She fishes in the fridge for some chicken and hands it to him. “For veggies there's broccoli, green beans, mushrooms and tomatoes...” she looks at him, “what do you prefer?”
“Broccoli.” He says as he smiles down at her. “Trust me, I have a whole new respect for cougars.” He says with a slight laugh. “I really do love you.”
She grabs the broccoli and closes the door. She presents it to him but then takes it away before he can grab it. “Well I sure hope so.” She smiles, her eyes growing soft. She steps close to him and kisses him softly. “I really do love you too.” She smiles and puts the broccoli against his chest. “I would have chosen broccoli too, by the way.”
He smirks “Im just glad I chose you.” He says softly as he smiles down at her. “I still can't believe everything we've gone through to get here. I mean, I almost killed you. And you think you almost killed me!”
She laughs and then suddenly looses her smile. “You were the one with the stab wound in the ribs. Not me.” She turns around to go dig into the fridge again. She pulls out a bottle of liquid and pours some in a cup.
He shrugs and looks down at the scar on his ribs “yeah, that's true, but I had you right where I wanted you. I still have you right where I want you.” He says with a smile and he starts to fry up the chicken with broccoli.
She smiles as she drinks her tea. Her eyes shift to the scar on his ribs. She walks to the island behind him and lifts herself up to sit on the counter, her cup in hands, watching him. She watches the way the muscles in his back move as he's cooking food. “How long do you sleep at night?” She asks, breaking the comfortable silence.
He looks over his shoulder and sees her sitting on the island. He laughs softly. “If left to my own device I sleep 8 hours. I can function on 4 hours of sleep for about a month. I can do 2 hours of sleep for about a week but I'll be super crabby. What about you?” She didn't say she wanted any food but he made enough for two absent-mindedly so he puts the food on two plates and hands her one with a fork.
She smiles as she takes the plate and fork he presents to her. She takes a bite of the food. “I don't.” She responds. “Vampires don't need sleep. At least I haven't met one who does. I lay in bed to relax or rest if I get injured badly, but I don't sleep.” She takes another bite of food. “I forget what it's like to dream...” she smiles at him. “You'll have to tell me about yours sometimes.”
He nods as he starts to eat his food, finally realizing how famished he was. “Yeah I usually have pretty lucid dreams so they can be pretty fun.” He shakes his head, looking at his food “the day must go by so slowly, to never sleep. That's horrible.”
“It took me a while to get used to it, but now it's normal for me.” She says. “It's incredible the amount of things you can accomplish when you don't need to sleep!” She laughs. “I usually take that time to train or learn new techniques. Or learn new things in general.” She takes a bite of food. “It still bothers me that I can't go out in the sunlight though...”
He stares down at his plate, pushing his food around with a fork “being alive for hundreds of years is difficult enough to fathom, but when you have to be awake all 24 hours of the day... it has to feel so much longer.”
“Sometimes it does.” She says. “But I've learned to make the best of it.” She puts her plate down and touches his arm lightly, not liking seeing him like that. “Some people die at a young age and don't get to experience much... I have all the time I could wish to do, learn and try anything I want.” She smiles softly.
Shawn laughs and looks up at her “you mean like try werewolf to see if you like it?” He winks and takes another bite of food. “What do you miss the most from when you were human?” He looks at her inquisitively, knowing it will be telling for what she was like before she was turned.
She smiles at him and remains quiet while she is thinking. “I had this little garden in my backyard... there was an apple tree. I had started growing berries, and tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers...” she seems lost in thought as if she's seeing it all in her head. “Stray cats started to come around and eating the berries, so I began feeding them. They would come back and keep me company while I was gardening sunday mornings.”
A huge smile breaks across his face as he watches her tell the story, this certainly being a very different person than he had met in the woods. He swallows his last bite of food and looks at her “so what you're saying is that you were a crazy cat lady?”