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Angelic and Vampiric (angelicxdream and I )

The shadow busted in, and he began to reveal himself. The removal of his hood revealed a man witth blue hair, and sky blue eyes, HE had a look of malice on his face.
"Claire Adams.... No offense but I am here to kill you..."
The shadow took his knife, an began to charge. At her, not giving her time to respond. He prepared his knife, and he readied it for the slash. At the moment he was about to attack, he was interrupted, when Richter busted through the window. The security alarm went off.
"NOT MY SOUL MATE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He bellowed.
The shadow was struggling, and shocked that he would do such a thing. He struggled more, as he was pinned down to the ground by the young vampire knight. Richter took his sword, and impaled the shadow. The assassin writhed and screamed in the night. And then there was nothing. He turned to his mate
"Claire are you alright?" HE said eyes lined with deep concern and fear.
 
Claire wasn't sure if she was alright. Would you be alright if someone wanted to kill you? She watched the scene unfold, and had shivered, wanting to curl up with him even if she was mad at him. She ended up nodding her head, unable to speak for the moment, still shellshocked. She laid in bed, sitting up, and curled herself around the blankets. Deciding that she wanted some comfort, she reached out to Richter, pulling him on the bed, her face hidden in his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, not saying anything, not wanting anything more. She wrapped the blankets around them for a moment, letting the silence comfort her. Soon, she had fallen asleep in his arms, shuddering softly from the cold.
 
She led him got him to her bed. The bed was warm, and welcoming. Her body on his chest was soothing. For a moment all was well. His eyes closed in relaxation. And he dreamed dreams of wondering around the world with her and living together in Harmony. The night passed without any other incident. He know no hunter would dare touch the other exiles so long as he was around.

Morning came, and He woke up gently, and watched over his significant other without fail. He found himself actually counting the breathing she was making when she was sleeping. He found it adorable. HE kissed her head lightly, wanting to assure her subconciously that he was still there. The sun shone in the room and hit the both of them gently.
 
When he had kissed her cheek, Claire had woken up. She was still a little shaken up by what had happened. Gently, she pushed the covers away, getting off the bed to undress and put on some clothes, dressed in a yellow sundress. She took out a pink duffle bag, and began to fold various clothes, and place them into the bag. She grabbed her comb, toothbrush, toothpaste from the bathroom. She couldn't stay here anymore. Not when the memories were so fresh in her mind, they scared her. She slide on a pair of her flip flops, and knew that he would have convinced her to stay with him either way now. And, now.. because of what had happened, she wouldn't be able to live in her apartment anymore. She still saw the ashes on the ground, where he had died. Shivering, she slung it over her shoulder, and said, "I think I'm ready to go now." She looked around her apartment, to see if anything was missing. He had everything at his place. Everything and more. She didn't even need to bring clothes, he had said he would give her anything she needed. And, clothing was a basic neccessity.
 
"Are you sure about this?" He said questioning her, He wanted to live with her yes, but He didn't like the circumstances that caused her to live with him. He wanted her to do it without being forced to do so. At the same time he knew he had no choice. He nodded in agreement, and took her bag for her, carrying it to his car.
"I'll get them to move your things for you don't worry. My people will be on it." On that note, he placed the bags in the car, and waited to see if she had finally settled her affairs in order.
 
Claire nodded her head, "I'm sure." He didn't have to take her things, but he did anyway. She thought that was rather sweet. She followed him to the car, allowing him to drive her to his home once again. And this time, permanently. She laid back in the seat, buckling her seat belt, and looked out the window, her chestnut hair falling over her shoulders. It only took twenty minutes, and once they had arrived, she unbuckled her seat belt, taking her own bag this time, and walked inside once more. She went upstairs, and placed the bag on the floor gently. She laid on his bed, holding his hand, not surprised he was right behind her, and led him to the bed where she had kissed him softly, to let him know she was okay.
 
"shh..." He would say, and held her gently in his arms. He had enjoyed her presence, and her warmth. An angel indeed. He walked down to the kitchen, but before he did so, he turned to her.
"Is there anything you like to eat? I may be a vampire but I do have food stored away for anybody that needs to eat..." He said to her quietly. It was ten in the morning, and he knew that she must be starved and hungry. Not to mention she must still be worn out from the attack of the night before. The sun glazed the room as he said this.
 
Claire was busy snuggling in his arms, letting him comfort her when she heard his question. "Yes please." She wanted to stay in bed though, and before he could move, she slide her hands in his hair, bringing him down for a passionate kiss, her legs tangled loosely with his, bringing him on the bed. She wanted to eat, and be comforted physically by him. She didn't know how to choose. So, she let him choose. She swirled her tongue in his mouth, playing and exploring with his tongue she wanted to play with. Her head leaned back, touching the pillow, breathing heavily, a faint blush over her cheeks.
 
His tongue danced with her tongue he could tell now that she was ready for another repeat from last night. Well not quite, he was going to get her to assert herself more in bed. He undid the part of her dresss covering her breasts, and began to nibble on her nipples. His eyes looked adoringly at her, focused and filled with absolute with lust. The thought of losing her before, occurded to him. He would enjoy every mintues of this new session.
"Baby I need you, I desire you, I lust for you."
 
Claire gasped, holding him close, making sure her legs were wrapped around his tightly, breathing over his lips. She felt him remove her bra, running her hands through his hair as he sucked on her nipple. She moaned into his ear, crying out for him. She needed sex to get her mind off what had happened. Easily, she removed his suit jacket, and began to unbutton his shirt. "Let's see your desire.." She cupped his crotch, gently rubbing it through the fabric, laying back on the bed, and taking off the rest of her dress, flinging it over the side, her black panites all soaked with her juices.
 
His cock grew hard, the moment she cupped his crotch. He smirked, yet his own desire was immediate. He threw her down on her back, on his king sized bed, and began to kiss her as passionetly as ever. He hands cupped her now naked breasts gently massaging then.
"Lets clear up the tension with a nice massagie then." He said to Claire, his eyes dialted with arousal.
His hands began to kneed there way all around her body. He was straddling her now, enjoying her soft skin and her fragile body which felt like it fitted so neatly around his body. He started massing her shoulders, and began to gently caress her breasts.
 
Once his hands touched her breasts, Claire gasped, still not used to all these feelings she had for him. Including the lust she had for his body. When he massaged her shoulders, she sighed, pressing herself closer to him. Those hands he had were like magic, they were getting rid of the stiff knots in her back, and they felt.. simply wonderful. She had closed her eyes as he massaged her back. She was definately feeling better. Once he had thrown her on the bed, and eyed her like prey, she squealed in surprise, and got so turned on that there was this beast within him. It made her blood boil, and couldn't think of anything else but the man before her. Everywhere he touched, she could feel the heat grow within her body.
 
He felt that she had finally relaxed after the recent attack. His mouth curled into a devious grin, and he began to blow gently into her pussy, getting it prepped up for another assuault with his mouth. However he was going to maker her earn her keep. He can't be the only on to give it but the same token though she was needed to relax before he can actually ask her to do any thing else. He had to settle for releasing all the stress.

"Did you like that?" He said with a smirk.. "How about this!" He mouth moved down and clinched her clit once again. Like rubber toy, he kept licking and playing with it and staring directly into her eyes.
 
Claire was surprised when he started to assault her clit. Waves of pleasure claimed her body, her mouth parted into constant moans, chanting out his name. "Richter, Richter.." Mm.. that was so good. Reaching for his erect cock, she ran her delicate fingers over the dick, admiring how big it was, starting from the bottom, from his balls and ran her fingers up the top of the pole. She played with the head of his cock, dipping her finger in the precum, and licking it up happily in her finger, unaware that she was creating pleasure for him. She swirled her finger around the mushroom head, and slide her finger into his mouth to let him taste himself. She liked playing with his dick, something that she wouldn't admit aloud.
 
"mmm you like that?" He said his breathes shallow and deep. He flowed to the side, and lay on his back, and foreced her on top of him. He played with her nipples, and sucked on them this time. He actually playfully bit on his neck, and embraced her greatly. He groaned in pleasure and enjoyed every feeling of her. He looked up at her and began to command.
"Did you like the taste of my cock? then suck on it..."
 
Claire nodded, "I love your cock. How big it is, how it slips into me.." Reluctantly, she pulled the cock out of her cunt, she realized she liked having him on top, taking control like that. It was so hot. She got onto her knees, and grabbed his cock, letting her hands jerk him off for a while before her mouth pressed against just the head of his cock, and slipped it inside her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, her breasts slamming against the hard pole, her tongue exploring the head of his shaft, having her way with the hard meat. It was just so good. Mm.. When she had started to get the hang of it, she began to take in more, inch by inch, fulfilling her sexual fantasies. Her hair brushed along the sides of his cock as she sucked eagerly on him.
 
He was almost at the edge, when he decided to hold off. He wanted to his cock insider her. He pulled her head away from his cock, and he decided to take er on the bed. He through her body on the bed, and kissed her passionately unable to contain himself. His cock slipped into her. his hands pinned he arms to the side.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard my sweet angel... now scream for me..." His voice spoke coolly. He kissed, tongue dancing with hers as he began to thrust his hips forward, and let his "python" do all the talking. He was enjoying every second, every moment of it...
 
Claire was enjoying sucking him off immensely when he had stopped her. She kissed him lustfully, her legs tangled with his, and shivered once he told her he needed her so badly. She nodded, her legs spread as he speared her with his big cock, her body trembling. She kissed him passionately, and screamed louder and louder, "Oh! Oh! Darling!..." She couldn't take it, her hips bucked willingly with his, her hands tied to the bed with his hand, as he nailed her to the bed, the bed creaking. Her breathing was erratic, it came out in harsh pants and moans, she could barely take it.
 
The air soon filled with screams and moans, his hips kept thrusting faster, and his body shaking with pleasure. It was the moment he enjoyed most when he was fucking the brains out of his soul mate. His hands moved from pinning her down to, pinching her nipples. His expressions changed every time she moaned and groaned. His hair stroked hers as he kept fucking her in the missionary. Now and then he would slap her tits only to add more to the entire expereince. He was almost at the edge ready to unleash.
 
Claire reached out to trail her fingers down his body, admiring the muscles that had formed there, tracing over his slightly damp hips, from the sweat. She breathed in, and gasped when she felt his hands on her nipples, hardening into small pebbles. Her head was thrown back, screaming, as her orgasm flowed out over to grip his cock in several layers of liquid. She laid gasping on the bed, breathing in and out heavily. She lightly traced her fingers in his hair, going limp on the bed, her body exhausted with what had just happened. Unlike him, her body was more fragile, more weak, so it was as if she couldn't have sex as often as he'd like her to. She wasn't strong enough physically to do that. And, she was glad. This created a balance in their relationship. She wanted to distance away from sex anyway, to create more of a relationship than just a one-night stand you had over and over again.
 
AFter his final Orgasmic thrust, he laid by he side once again, a smile and a smirk lined across his face. It was still morning and breakfast was not quite ready.
"I'll make some breakfast, you sit there and relax I'll bring you some food up soon. .." He said with a wink before he left though, he caught a glimpse of her thoughts. His expression widened in great confusion. He normally had full control of his telepathy. However, he didn't normally. lost control. He left quickly before a hint of his confusion was seen.

Earlier that night, he had some food sent over via fox familiar. Being a vampire and albeit one who only needed to feed on blood once a year, (Due to the specially magically imbued sacred blood). He was preparing a standard butter pancake mix when it happened.

The wooden ladle dropped to the floor. He was on his knees grabbing at his stomach. Sharp pain, and then thirst. His eyes, turned the color of a most malevolent red. He then realized something.

He didn't drink the required sacred blood for the year.

The thirst which had managed to suppress for all these years has a risen. And the smell of pure angel blood, was all the more tempting. His groans of pain be came audible, as another part of his nature became much more apparent. With all his strength he had to supress.
"Must.. get... to the that mirror..."
 
Claire sighed, after he had pulled out of her, her body slumped onto the huge bed in the center of the room, curling up with the pillows. She, absentmindedly, nodded as he said he would make her breakfast. She didn't want to move. She didn't know if she could move. Slowly, she managed to push her legs within the depths of the warm blankets, covering her body up with them, and closed her eyes. She hadn't known about what was going on downstairs. She fell asleep in bed, her eyes shutting close, and lost the battle, trying to be awake for him. He was making her breakfast. That was sweet. Her hand clutched at the blanket loosely as she fell asleep, unaware of her surroundings. Sex always tired her out. She could only manage to go one round with him. He was lucky she didn't black out during sex. And, she didn't want to alert him but after sex, there were purple bruises where he had pressed too hard on her body, on her hips specifically. She needed rest to recover. She wasn't as strong as he was. She had only had sex with him a few times, and still wasn't used to repercutions.
 
He awakened in his blood and his lust. He was hungry now. nothing never mattered at this point. All he wanted was his next meal. And the purist blood upstairs, was available. His eyes were red anger. Pure red were the color of his pupil. Silently he glided upstairs. His subconscious holding him back from feeding on the one thing that could be his very salvation, from isolation and loneliness. Unbeknownst to him, the rune on his back that vanished, without a trace signaling The underground society.

The mirror in the master bedroom where Claire was sleeping began to reactivate. It's magic plain and a voice called out from the mirror. It was that of a young lady dressed in a maid uniform
"Master Richter! Master Richter!" The young lady yelled pleadingly. She was a servant of the house of eizener. Been one for a 100 years since he became a vampire, She was his familiar. A rather attractive one at that "Did you have your required blood?"
 
Claire had been sleeping soundly, her hand tucked under the blankets, her small body huddled underneath the warmth. She didn't know what was going on. She had thought he was cooking breakfast. She turned, when she heard the mirror speak. In a word where angels and demons thrived, this wasn't anything new to her. She just shifted her body weight, placing two pillows over her ears, a bit of a grouch when she was woken up. She hadn't noticied, nor felt that he had wanted to suck her blood. She was oblivious, she cooed quietly in her sleep like a baby, their scent wafting through the blankets and into her nose, sighing. It was comforting. She took comfort in having the whole bed to herself, at least at first because he had gone downstairs to cook.
 
The moment of truth. The door broke open, and standing before the one he loved so dearly was none other then a blood thirty Richter Eisner. The mirror which caught glimpse of her master. Began yelling across the room
"MASTER MASTER YOU MUSNT'" The familiar yelled to its creator eagerly. Richter looked over to her carefully, but at that moment he wasn't himself, and lost all sense of who or what he originally was.

The bed with his meal was inviting. The vampire smiled, as his blood lust began to consume he and his personality. All advanced forward slowly, a part of him was still holding himself back. The Familiar in the mirror began to chant a spell

"Of light and darkness, of night and twilight, I beckon forth the Lord of Dreams!" The spell had worked, and soon the vampire warrior fell to his knees and lay flat on his bed
"Master's consort. "The young beautiful blond maid called out to the one on the bed "Are you alright?"
 
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