My eyes stayed glued to my black converse covered feet as I trudged along the sidewalk. I looked up at the clear night sky and breathed in a huge breath. The smell of alcohol and smoke filled my lungs. I bent my head down again and hummed to Fallen Angels by Black Veil Brides playing on my iPhone, letting a few words slip out. A cold breeze swept through, making me shiver and regret wearing only black thin ripped short shorts, a crop top and converses only.
The cold air crept by my flat and exposed stomach. "Damn cold weather," I muttered.
Damn vampire urges! "Oh Frella." A voice called from behind me. I whipped my head around, making my pin-straight black and dark neon green streaked hair slap my cheek gently. I only caught sight of the neon signs of the shops still open and a black cat that sat by a lamp post. I shrugged, turned back around and continued with my night stroll.
"Frellaaaa." The voice called again. I turned around, saw nothing again, and started a light run along the direction of my house.
I started repeating the voice in my head. It sounded masculine. But not too manly. I'd say a boy about my age. So either my age, 17, or 18. I didn't recognize it at all. That wouldn't have been likely anyways since I don't have many friends. Let's just say that High School is my personal Hellhole.
"Frella. You're trying my patience, babe. Get back here. Now!" Immediately, my whole body froze except for my eyes and breathing.
I turned around slowly and my eyes met a pair of striking icy blue ones. Like Andy's in BVB. I tried to recognize the face but I couldn't place it.
The boy had a mess of long, straight, black hair covering his forehead and part of his left cheek. He had a pierced nose a lip piercing, and the softest looking cupid-bow lips that should be on a girl. Two points near the corner of his bottom lip was slightly pressed down.
His nose was thin and perfect. My eyes traveled down lower. His body was very muscled and toned. He wore a black v-neck that hugged his torso enough to show a faint outline of a six-pack. He wore dark man-skinnys and a pair of black vans. He took a step closer and a smirk spread on his Godly face. "Ah. So you DO listen," His voice was low and. sexy. It was also the voice I've been hearing.
My stomach filled with butterflies when he talked. My mind screamed to get away because this man was dangerous. My pussy had other plans, though. It screamed to fuck this man senseless. The temptation was definitely there. His eyes widened for a second with amusement before returning back to normal. He tilted his head up to the sky and sniffed the air, much like how a dog would. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned back to me. My body stayed frozen as he took two more steps forward, almost closing the distance between us.
I tried desperately to move but my body wouldn't respond. I gave up after a while and decided my body would move at the right time. He lifted a hand and cupped my pussy, feeling it through my shorts. "Oh, darling. You are very wet for me," He leaned down because he was taller than me by a few inches and pressed his forehead against mine. His smirk grew slightly wider.
"Aren't you now, sweetheart?" He pulled back and took his hand away from my pussy. He took my hand and pulled me down the street and to a black pick up truck with tinted windows.
He opened the passenger's side and helped me in before buckling the seat belt for me. After a few seconds, he appeared on the other side and climbed into the driver's seat. He put on his seatbelt and started the car. We were in there for about ten minutes until I finally found my voice.
"W-where are we g-going?" I stuttered. His eyes flashed to me but went back to the road. "You'll see," He reached over and patted my bare thigh. "You'll see," He kept his hand on my thigh, occasionally squeezing it.
His hand slowly travelled up my leg until the tips of his index and middle finger pressed against my pussy through my shorts. Fuck you, Nathan. I cursed my best friend/room mate for daring me to go a whole night without underwear. His hand pulled my zipper down and un-buttoned my shorts. "P-please. St-stop." I begged. I didn't even know this man's name yet I'm letting him touch me. I'm not some kind of slut. His fingers slipped underneath my shorts and slid down to my bare and shaved pussy.
A mixture of a gasp and a squeak escaped my lips as his index finger rubbed my clit and his middle finger rubbed up and down my slit.
I looked over at him and saw that he had his other hand on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road as if he wasn't fingering me right now. The only thing that didn't seem normal about him was the look in his eyes. His eyes burned with desire and lust. He would occasionally play with his lip piercing with his tongue. I gripped the edge of my seat as his finger plunged deep inside me to the hilt. "Oh my God," I said through pants. He started out slow, gradually picking up pace.
I groaned, moaned, and squirmed in my seat as he continued to finger me furiously. "N-no. P-please, stop!" A tear rolled down my cheek as my back arched. "Rub your clit, Frella," He growled.
"It'll make it easier for the both of us," I hesitantly lifted my hand and slid it into my shorts. Immediately, it was enveloped in warmth as I placed two fingers on my clit and started to slowly rub. "Th-this can't be happening." I said as more tears ran down my cheeks.
"Oh darling. No, don't cry. Shh," I could practically hear the emotion in his voice. I sniffed and dried the tears with my free hand.
I looked up at his face. "Wh-what's your name?" I asked him. "Destery," He replied. I faintly smiled at his name. I've always liked that name. Destery. It had that certain ring to it. "I like your name." I whispered. He nodded once and gave a powerful thrust of his fingers inside me.
"Destery." I moaned. "Oh yeah. Say my name, baby. Say it!" He groaned. I rubbed my clit faster, causing my legs to slightly twitch apart. "Destery." I moaned again. "Damn. That's sexy," He said. I rubbed faster and faster, causing my legs to start to part again.
I didn't care anymore. I was at the point of no return. I knew I was about to cum. "Des-Destery. I-I'm gonna cum!" I said. "Hell yes. Cum on my fingers, baby. Cum for me," His words were enough to push me over the edge. I gripped the seat with my free hand as I rubbed furiously with the other. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed. I shook as I came on Destery's fingers. When I finally calmed, Destery took his hands out of my shorts and stopped the car. "We're here," He said, unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing out of the car while sucking on his fingers.
I fumbled with my seatbelt and after finally taking it off, tried to zipper and button up my shorts. Which is not easy if you have cold and shaky fingers. Destery opened the door to my side and chuckled. He placed his hands on top of mine and pulled them away from my shorts. "Don't worry. I live alone so you don't have to do that," He said. I nodded and he slid an arm under the back of my knees and slid his other arm on my back. He lifted me up bridal-style and closed the door with his foot.
I then realized we were in a garage. Its walls were painted white with a few shelves. Another vehicle sat beside the black truck. I recognised it as a sports car. I forgot what kind. It was colored a blue so dark it almost looked black. Destery set me down on the hood of the sports car.
I moved back until my back hit the front windows. Atticus climbed up beside me and wrapped an arm around my waist. He inched closer and placed a hand on my stomach. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and placed soft, open mouthed kisses along my neck and jaw. He slid his hand back and forth on my stomach until it eventually slipped into my shorts. Butterflies errupted in my stomach. His fingertips left a burning trail on my skin. My back arched and I heard myself give a small groan.
Destery trailed kisses up my neck, to my jaw, and lastly, stayed on my lips. He took his hand out of my shorts and wrapped both arms around my waist.
"Destery?" I said against his lips. "Yeah darlin'?" He asked, pulling away slightly. I averted my gaze from his icy blue eyes and down to my bare stomach.
Or what I could see of it, considering my annoying C-cup tits were in the way. "I. I-I think. I think I love you." I muttered. Out of the corner of my eye, I think I saw him smiling. I looked up through my lashes and saw that he WAS smiling. He placed his lips on mine again, tightening his hold on my waist before rolling onto his back, making me straddle his hips. "I know I love you, Frella." He said against my lips.
He slid his hands downwards until they slipped under my shorts and onto my ass. I could feel him slapping it a little. I gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled it towards me, causing him to jerk forward.
He dragged his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I gladly gave him. Our tongues battled for dominance and I felt something on his. Out of curiosity, I ran my tongue over the lump which I soon recognised as a piercing. I tugged his shirt collar upwards, signing for him to take it off. He pulled away for five seconds to pull it off before putting a hand on the back of my neck and pulling me back down towards him.
Our lips met for the third time tonight. I traced my hands over his bare chest. Damn, Destery is ripped! I thought. He brought his free hand up to cup my bare tit. When Nathan told me no underwear tonight, he said that a bra counted as underwear. Stupid Nathan. I moaned when he ran his thumb over my nipple, giving me goosebumps. He trailed kisses down from my lips, to my jaw, to my neck, and along my collar bone.
I pushed him away slightly and took my shirt off. Destery chuckled and licked my tit. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I tangled my fingers into his long, soft black hair and placed a small kiss on the top of his head while he continued working on my nipples, his teeth occasionally grazing them. I brought his face up to mine and kissed him.
He slid a hand into my shorts and rubbed up and down my slit with a single finger. I gently bit down onto his bottom lip, emitting a moan from him.
Everything he does is either cute or sexy. But that moan was definitely sexy. And right at that moment, my phone decided to be a jack-ass and started ringing. Scream by Tokio Hotel played from my pocket. A groan of frustration came from both Destery and I. We hesitantly pulled away from each other. We hesitantly pulled away from each other. He pressed a gentle kiss on my cheek before sliding down the hood of the car and positioning himself between my legs. He took my shorts off and handed me my phone.
I answered it and was greeted by the voice of four boys. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" My apartment buddies yelled through the phone.
Max, André, Nathan, and Jaxon.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," I replied sarcastically, holding the phone farther from my ear in case of future screams. "Sorry, sorry.
Now answer our question. WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Max screamed again. I didn't pay attention to what he was saying because I was too busy looking at Atticus. He slowly spread my legs and pushed down on my chest, making me lean back against the front window.
He slid down lower on the car hood until his head was level with my pussy. He lowered his head slightly tilted to the side, stuck his tongue out, and took a long lick from the bottom of my slit to my clit. I tilted my head back until it hit the window.
"Oh God," I moaned. Atticus placed his hands on my outer thighs and continued to eat me out. Another moan escaped my lips. "FRELLA?!" Max screamed, catching my attention. "What?" I snapped, slightly annoyed. "Where are you?!" André whined. "At a friend's, André. Don't worry.
I'm just staying for the night because it got too dark to walk home. I thought you guys were already asleep and I didn't wanna bother you. Now CALM.YOUR.TITS," I said slowly. "We don't have tits!" They all exclaimed. "Fine, fine. Calm you man-tits, then." "Whatever. Use protection, Frell!" Jaxon said. "Fuck you, Jaxon. Nate, slap Jaxon silly for me." A small smile appeared on my face as I heard the contenting sound of five slaps. "OW!" Jaxon exclaimed.
"Whatever. Love ya boys! Especially Nate since he's the only one that wasn't mean. Anyways, bye! Love ya, mwuah!" I clicked End Call and let out a moan I've been holding in. Destery pressed a small kiss on my tattoo. It was a small and pale anime fairy dressed in a skimpy black ripped dress that looked like it was torn by an animal. She had small bleeding cuts on her arms. Much like mine. Destery slipped a finger in me and pumped it in and out. I raised my hips for it to be easier for him.
He took his hand from my thigh to my ass. He nibbled on my clit, getting another moan from me. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair. As I came, I watched him try to drink all my cum but fail. When I was done, I pulled his face up to mine. I licked his cheek that was covered with my juices. After I licked his face clean, I swallowed and craned my neck in order for my mouth to be near his ear. I tucked his long hair behind his ear. "Your turn, Destery." I muttered before nipping once at his earlobe.
In one swift move, I flipped us over and straddled his waist. "Stay down, boy." I commanded and hopped off him.
I got on my knees beside him and unbuttoned his skinny jeans. I slipped his Vans off. I took off his skinny jeans the rest of the way. I took his dick in my hand and licked up the underside of it.
I placed a small kiss on the head before carefully engulfing it in my mouth. I felt him take my hair and pull me up by it. "No, no. As much as how good that feels, I only want your lips touching mine tonight," He whispered. I nodded slightly and gave him a small smile. What guy didn't like blow jobs? Fine with me, because I hate them too. They always make my throat sore. Destery cupped my cheeks and kissed me, our tongues automatically getting to work.
He broke away, much to my consent. "Let's not do it on my car." He said. He pulled on his jeans and unlocked the door to the main house. He slightly bent down in front of the car hood, his back to me. "You want a piggy back ride or not?" He asked over his shoulder. I instantly smiled and got on his back, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
I didn't care I was still naked. I'll just get my clothes tomorrow. "Onwards!" I exclaimed. He put his hands under my thighs, making sure I wouldn't fall off. That, or he just wanted to slap my ass which he did.
I choose the latter. He started lightly jogging into the main house and up two flights of stairs. I bounced up and down his back, my wet and exposed pussy rubbing onto the muscles of his back. "Oh God," I moaned as my pussy made light slapping noises. Destery chuckled and opened a door on the third floor. He carried me in and turned the lights on. He layed me down on a bed with black, white, and grey sheets and pillows.
I looked at him and saw that he was fighting to keep his eyes open.
"Tired?" I asked him. He nodded and layed down beside me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled into the crook of my neck. "I'm sorry," He muttered. "I had a tough day," I nodded and reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair.
"Go to sleep," I told him. His lips rested on a spot on my neck. Just as I was about to fall completely asleep, I felt two sharp objects applying pressure on my neck. My eyes fluttered open and looked at a nearby mirror. There I saw Destery, mouth open, fangs extended and eyes glowing lavender. I gasped and pushed him away. A deep growl came from the back of his throat and in a blink of an eye, Destery had me craning my neck and each of his knees on either side of me, applying weight onto my palms.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," He whispered menacingly. "It'll be over in a minute or two." He bent down to my neck and bared his fangs. "No, you'll die! I'm a freaking hybrid!" Too late.
Before I finished my last sentence, he was already sucking drops of my blood. As soon as the word hybrid escaped my mouth, he jerked away from me and in a blink bof an eye, he was sitting on the edge of his bed in a pair of dark green jeans. Vampire speed. One of the many powers I have to practice to get. He spit the few remaining droplets of my blood out of his mouth.
A few seconds later, his body started violently shaking. A scream full of agony escaped his lips as he fell back on the bed, his hands gripping the sheets. His eyes were shut tight and his breathing came out in pants.
"Help me.please!" His words sounded strained. His skin slowly turned paler until it was almost marble white. Some spots turned blue, then purple, then black. I crawled over to him, not caring I was still naked, and placed a hand on his cheek. "Hang in there Destery. I'll save you," I placed the fingertips of my index and middle finger on his wrist and pressed down, breaking skin with my sharp filed nails. I brought his wrist up to my mouth and licked the few droplets of blood off.
Destery's back arched and a silent scream came from his mouth. He stayed like that for a few seconds before going completely limp. His breathing slowly came to normal, his skin turned its natural color, the black spots slowly fading, and the few veins showing on his jaw faded. I lifted one of his eyelids and checked his eye color.
The same blue as when I first saw him tonight, but only with a small tint of red around the edges. I sighed, getting up, and went into his bathroom. I turned on the light and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess, dark grey circles surrounded my eyes, and when I opened my mouth, my tongue was stained with the dark purple color of Destery's blood. A faint outline of my ribs showed, and my skin was dull.
My grey eyes dull and lifeless. Like storm clouds. The wounds Destery left still haven't healed yet. They'll heal in about a minute. I turned around and slumped my shoulders. My spine showed through my skin. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times, managing to make it look presentable. I walked into Atticus' garage and retrieved my clothes before putting them on.
I went back into Atticus' room and sat on the couch in there. I decided to wait until he wakes up and started playing a game on my phone instead.
After about an hour of Temple Run, Facebook, and Twitter, I heard a weak groan and csome of the sheets move. I got up and turned around, Only to see Destery bent over sitting on the edge of his bed, his elbows on his knees and his forehead resting against his palms. A few coughs shook his body, but other than that, he would do fine recovering from drinking a hybrid's blood. I shoved my phone in my pocket and headed towards the bedroom door, planning to go without a goodbye.
"Wait," A hint of desperation hid behind his raspy voice. I stood frozen, my hand on the doorknob, ready to twist it. I turned my head to the side to be able to look at him from the corner of my eye. "Yes?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. "I." We stayed like that for a while. Me frozen at the door, him looking at me, trying to figure out what to say.
After a silence, he sighed. "Thanks," He said. I gave him a single nod and exited the room. I used my slow vampire speed to exit the house, and didn't stop until I stood outside my apartment. I typed in the code and heard the locks turn. I went inside, locked the door behind me, and layed down on the floor in my room.
A quiet knock came from the orher vside of my door and I twisted my head to the side to see who my visitor was. A faint smile etched on my face and I sat up from my posotion on the floor, leaning my back against my bed.
"Hey guys," I said weakly. "Did I wake you?" André, Nathan, Jaxon, and Max all shook their heads and entered my room.
They sat on the floor around me, facing me. "You didn't wake us. Max did." André said, elbowing Max in the ribs. "I said I was sorry!" Max exclaimed. I turned towards Nathan and gave him a questioning look. "Care to enlighten me?" I asked him, pulling down a blanket from my bed and wrapping it around me. "Half an hour before you came home, Max was loudly video-chatting with-" Jaxon started to explain but cut himself off when he saw the physical state I was in.
"You look like shit," He said and got onto his knees, moving to sit beside me. "And he goes into daddy mode." Nathan muttered. "Shut the hell up and get Frella food and half a cup of blood," Jaxon said, checking for my pulse which was beating slower than usual.
I felt the room sway and my vision blurred. It was a good thing I was leaning against my bed because the last thing I saw was Jaxon's face calling out my name.
Then I blacked out. •---------------------------——------------------------• When I woke up, I felt pressure on my chest, and below my knees. I looked down and saw a familliar arm draped limply over my chest. I looked over the arm and saw a mess of pitch black with a single white-grey streak. My first thought? Why do I have Max's arm on my tits and André laying down on my legs? I looked to my right and I was met with Max's lightly tanned sleeping face next to me.
I looked to my left and weirdly, Jaxon had his bare back to me, also in my bed. I knew it was him because of all the scars all over it. Poor Jaxon.
He was abused but still helps others. Then, I realized something. Why were they all in just boxers and why was I in my pj's? Wait, I don't remember changing. Which boy changed me?!? Hopefully, just Nate. He's my best friend and ex-boyfriend. If any of the other wolves saw me, I'd never hear the end of it. Being the only vampire in an apartment of wolves, even if I AM half human, sucks. Speaking of which, where is Nate?
A groan came from the far end of my room. Judging by that voice, I think I found Nate. The three other wolves with me shifted and sat up. I got up, too. Finally, I asked them my question. "Alright, which one of you changed me into my pj's?" I rested my hands on my hips, gesturing to the tank top and batman pj bottoms I had on. Don't blame me, Batman is fucking awesome. "You did, El." André told me. I gave him a confused look.
I don't remember anything having to do with changing. "I kind of helped you." Nate said sheepishly. I blew out a relieved sigh. "Oh thank God." Suddenly, I felt dizzy. "Blood. I need blood." I said, clutching my head with one hand and balancing myself with a wall with my other hand. I shut my eyes tight and slid down against the wall, to the floor. A pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders and I heard my door open. Max whispered words in my ear and helped with the dizziness.
Jaxon handed me a mug filled with the dark crimson liquid. I took a sip and immediately recognised the blood. I looked up at Jaxon. "This is yours." I stated, pointing to the liquid I was drinking. I've drunk Jaxon's blood before. It had a faint taste of oranges in it. Jaxon nodded and smiled before sitting down beside me. "I am so sorry." I told him.
He waved a hand at me. "Just lookin' out for ya, babe." Jaxon said, patting my knee. I sighed and took another sip. "What's wrong?" André asked me. "You guys know how I'm part of an arranged marriage, right?" I asked them as they all nodded. "Well, I meet my husband-to-be today at the rents' house. Will you guys come with me?" They all nodded again.
"Of course. I wanna meet this guy, too." André said. "I second that motion!" Nate exclaimed. "Ditto." Max chirped. "Same." Jaxon muttered. I smiled at them gratefully and looked down. My eyes landed on my arms. One word to describe them? Scars. Lots of them. Battle scars.
And some caused by myself. After a comfortable silence, Jaxon placed a finger under the bottom of the mug and tilted it up to my lips. "Drink," He said. "You're growing weaker and weaker for some reason." I drank more and I, little by little, felt better. When I finished, I set the mug down and pressed my lips tightly together. I knew the boys didn't like seeing blood. Their wolves would take over and try to kill me. I knew that from experience. I covered my mouth with a hand and walked to the bathroom.
There, I rinsed and brushed the metallic heavenly taste out of my mouth. I walked back into my bedroom, only to find the boys in deep conversation.
Once they sensed my presence, they immediately grew quiet. I walked as slow as a zombie to my bed, and flopped down onto it, stomach down. I groaned ad I felt my eyelids feel heavy again.
"I'm going to sleep again. I don't feel so good." I said against my pillow. I heard some rustling then I heard my door close. I felt part of my bed sink down. I didn't pay attention to it.
It was probably just one of the boys. Something traced up and down the back of my leg. I kicked the thing off and kicked the person, too. The sunken part on my bed returned to normal. A few creaks of my floorboards, followed by a faint click was all the sound you could hear in my room. A small breeze swept through my room, making goosebumps appear on my arms.
I raised my head and scanned my room. I could hear the faint talking of Max and Jaxon downstairs, and the quiet snoring of the others. My eyes landed on my open window. "What the hell?" I asked myself, getting up to close it. As I approached my window, I saw a note. I picked it up and began to read. "Dear Frella, Hey, It's Destery. Thanks for saving my life back there. Sorry that I, y'know, bit you. Sweet Dreams. P.S. You pack a good fight, girl." I crumpled the paper, threw it out my window, and locked the doors shut.
I marched over to my bed, grabbed my blanket, and went to my closet.
There, I dug out my sleeping bag and laidin it with my blanket. Yes, I sleep in my closet sometimes. No, you are not allowed to judge me by it. There, in my closet surrounded by my piles of clothes, shoes, and accesories, I fell asleep. Only to have my dreams full of what might happen tomorrow.
Tomorrow. The week before my birthday. The week before I turn 18 and never grow again. The day where my body completely stops growing. Where I meet my vampire or hybrid husband-to-be. The day where my life would take a turn for the better. or for the worse.