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To be in Control (me and xWickedBlackLace)

Marilyn's eyes widened as her mind was penetrated and she felt violated. As she was pulled into his chest she felt a certain sent of home. Why? With somebody she couldn't trust? There was no possible way this was her life.

"Alright." She looked up at him, emerald eyes challenging him. "I would absolutely appreciate it if you stopped with the masquerade or whatever mind games you're trying to play. Why would my leaving offend you."
 
He turned her around so she was facing him with her body pressed against his, though she had to look up at him. "Why would your leaving offend me?" He repeated, his eyes staring deep into her eyes, knowing what was going on behind them. "For the same reason that you feel at home and protected in my arms." He figured that she would know that he saw that emotion and feeling in her, no matter how much she wanted to hide it.

"No matter what you want to think, I'm a part of you now." He said. "It would be painful to leave. And if you did, I would just find you and bring you back. Why waste your energy when you can enjoy your time here? Now eat, you must be starving."
 
She wasn't worried about food at the moment. It was sort of past the threshold of hungry and to the point of not caring as she felt a sudden urge to kick him the fucking shins for being able to read her thoughts. Especially since she found those thoughts about him to be more endearing than spiteful more often than not. It bothered her that he was able to penetrate as deeply into her emtions as he did into her vagina the night before. She shivered thinking about it. She'd been drugged and still she remembered to every degree how good it felt, how right.

Then she began to curse herself once more for letting her trail off onto those thought tangents. Mother fucker in front of her could read her mind after all. Nothing was sacred. "How are you so sure i would end up back here?"
 
The caution in her voice was somewhat calming to him, and he smiled, moving down slightly to look her straight in the eyes. "I am positive that you would be back here by the rise of the sun. I would search for you myself. And I would know where you were at all times, if I needed to know."

He stepped away from her, getting a bowl and a head of lettuce, and started cutting it up to make her a salad. Meat was rather rare where he lived. "Eat." He said, in a little more forceful tone. "We don't need you passing out once more, Cara Mia." He tossed the sliced lettuce into a bowl, then got out two cucumbers, skinning them before chopping them.
 
It threw Marilyn off key when he spoke to her. It was a change to last night when she was tied up, at his mercy.

"Why would you send your men you capture me? Why would you take me so harshly and tie me up at your mercy if you are so damned concerned whether or not I'm getting my daily dose of vitamin K and vegetables?"

Getting herself all worked up over this, being unable to relax, all of her questions remaining unanswered was leaving her dizzy and lightheaded. It was though as if she wanted to trust this male but was physically incapable of it based on the judgment passed when he tied her up and threatened her with an unknown drug.
 
He couldn't help but let a growl out at her words, forgetting about the salad as he moved to her, pinning her up against the table. "Because things change, eh? Be happy that I don't have you tied up somewhere to use as a blood doll." He shook his head roughly before dropping his head. "I'm sorry. I'm still rather heated from before."

He walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her hips and pulling her closer to him. "Besides..." He smiled softly as he kissed her shoulder, running a fang along her skin to cut it, then dashing his tongue along it to seal it. "I think you enjoy it here anyway." He kissed up her neck lightly, teasingly but tenderly. "Eat. You need your energy."
 
The calmness he used to touch her now gave her a completely different feeling then when she was tied up in a chair and prepared to fight for her life. It was almost the opposite. She wasn't living before really, but now she was. Her muscles relaxed as she looked up at him a bit caught off guard once more by his display of affections and she shivered under his tongue. In just a few short hours she'd grown to love that tongue. Even the way he pinned her against the wall made a smile tug at her lips, but it didn't prevail. She kept a straight face and simutaneously enjoyed the closeness he offered.

For a moment she would let herself trust him to test the waters, but it he tried to force her into submission as a sex slave girl one more time it would be hell to pay.

"Things change? So you were going to use me as a blood doll and now I'm just your perma-sex toy? That it?"

Her voice wasn't snappy this time. It was a bit more calm than it have previously been and it suited her more. It was beautiful off the defense. She didn't move from his arms, but she begrudgingly began to eat, trusting there was no drug or poison in the stuff.
 
She was being rather easy going and gentle, almost as gentle as he was, though she tried to hold herself back. It was... reassuring, in a sense. She wasn't going to throw away a good thing. She was going to stay and see if he was going to be good or not. At least he marked her as his, and she even marked him: He could heal himself at a amazing rate, but he left the scratches as scars to remember and mark himself with. He wondered if she would notice it.

Just then he remembered about the drug from last night, and that she would get pissed if her food was drugged. He didn't now if she had any outbursts of the drug in the day, or how she would have taken care of it besides 'raping' him during his lethargy, but if she didn't it would poke back up in its ferocity soon. And, since she was eating food that he just now prepared, he knew that she would blame it on that.

He kissed up her neck slowly, nipping lightly before he was nuzzling her cheek. "The salad isn't drugged, I promise you that. But what I injected into you yesterday could flare up soon, and a few more times after. I just wanted to give you some warning so you don't get angry."
 
Marilyn paused and looked over to him, frowning deeply. "Are you serious?" Already she was getting angry, her heartbeat racing slightly. It wouldn't bother her to have sex with him again, sure, but she wanted to do it when she was 100% in her own state of mind.

She ate what she could, and she didn't take her eyes off him. It felt awesome to get her energy back.
 
"Yes, I am serious. I wouldn't make something up like that." Or maybe he would, just so she could have someone to blame instead of herself if she got worked up again. But of course he was telling the truth, but if she wanted, she could try to see into his mind, and it may sow a few seeds in her mind that the rampant sexuality surge was a need and desire to be with him.

He watched her eat, seeing the color return to her face, and he smiled as she neared the bottom of the bowl. "That feels better now, doesn't it?" He kissed her softly on the forehead before there was a click with the door unlocking. "Now, we have the better part of the night ahead of us. Just a question as to what to do with it."
 
Instinctively, she moved into the feel of his lips on her forehead by tilting her head up ever so slightly. Simutaneously he settled into his touch against her own wishes. Still, she would die before she would become a sex slave to any sort of male. As sweet as his touch and his kiss was, she still seemed to frown at his words.

"What would we possibly do with our day? You...can do whatever you want. I can go back to my town."

She didn't really want to leave at the current moment and she was curious to what he had in store for her at this point because she was a glutton. It wasn't in her periphery of the situation to look inside of his mind like he was doing to her. It was probably because her mind was so cluttered that she wasn't really thinking very clearly on the matter.
 
He was sparked by her words, letting out a light growl as he heard her wanting to go back to her old home... AGAIN! But he wasn't able to rebuke her before he heard the echoing of a knock echoing through the estate from the front door. A little puzzled as to who would be visiting him, as he hadn't sent out a missive, he left her side, pulling the robe he was wearing tighter against his body before leaving her alone in the kitchen. The maze of hallways were rather easy for him to navigate, and he reached the front doors, pushing them open.

"Hello, this is a..." His words were cut off as he felt something pierce through him at the side of his stomach. He looked down to see the retracting blade, retracting into the arm of someone that could only be a vampire with that talent. He stumbled backwards for a moment, feeling the blood sliding down where he was stabbed, before his body shifted to a mist form. The three men rushed into the house, splitting up and exploring for more people to kill, but the Vampire made a beeline up the Grand staircase, and Alex followed him, hidden by his form.

This vampire knew where he was going, it was someone that had been here before, and he had a specific target on his mind. The kitchen door burst open with the vehement Vampire staring down his intended victim. the man extended his blade from his arm, a dark obsidian color, and went for the kill... but stalled a foot away from her. A similar blade erupted from his throat, the blade a foot away from Marilyn's face. The man was lifted up by the blade in his throat, and thrown to the side, head nearly being ripped off. Alexander was standing there, a dark face as he stared at the nearly dead Vampire. His hand shot out, and a fireball erupted, searing the Vampire into a pile of ashes.

His robe was ripped and soaked with blood where he had been stabbed, but it wasn't bleeding anymore. Still, he looked haggard as he turned to her. "Stay in here."
 
Marilyn had staggered backwards, and it was as though she as frozen in the air when the weapons came towards her face. Not too soon after she saw the vampire and she lost her balance entirely, staggering then falling backwards beyond her control.

"I...what the fuck?"

Her gaze flickered to his wounded chest and frowned very deeply. "You...they hurt you? What in the world were they after?" Staggering back up to her feet, Marilyn made her way back towards him. There was no way she would listen to him by default, regardless of whether or not there was evidence that he was bleeding previously.

"Are you alright?" She found herself on her feet and at his side within a matter of moments. She touched him gently, fingertips brushing his torso because anything above it may hurt him. There wasn't any way to be sure it'd healed yet beneath his clothing.
 
She was being rather cautious in approaching him, which was probably for the best. He was akin to a injured animal, and he still had a few guys to take care of inside the estate, he could smell them, hunting, trying to find others to kill in the estate. "Stay here until I get back." He said in a strong but slightly fading voice. He turned from her, going to the door and weaving his hands in the air. The door glowed a dark red, and he closed it behind him.

He could smell the fear, and he was a predator as he moved through the house, finding the other men one by one. More seemed to have entered, and he closed the door, blocking it with his safeguards before going after the men. They suffered, dying slowly before being burned to death at the end of their lives. But it was only ten minutes before he was back in the kitchen.

"Come on." He said. His face was paler than it was before, energy drained, but he had to get her out of there while others went through the estate, clearing out anyone else that was a danger. And he couldn't heal himself there. He winced as his back shifted, and furled up, wings of black feathers shot out from his back. "We will be leaving this place for a little while."
 
As she watched him, studying his features, her own grew soft. It made her look more feminine in the dimly lit room that he'd seen her since she'd arrived yesterday.

"What is happening, here? Is there absolutely anything I can do for you to make everything okay?"

She reached up and cupped his face in her hands, not particularly liking the pale color that came to his own handsome features. It meant he wasn't feeling well. On the other hand, she didn't like the wound in his chest for two reasons; it meant he was in pain, and wounds made a person think you must have done something to earn it.

She took a moment to admire the beauty of the black wings, the feathers made them look lovely.
 
She definitely changed, herself, but Alex didn't know if it was for better or worse yet. She seemed genuinely worried over him, but he didn't mind a wound or two. He could heal fast enough, as long as he got out of here soon.

"There's nothing that you can do right now." He said softly, stroking her cheek lightly. "Besides be with me. I am evacuating the estate for the moment to have others of the clan come and clean up the attackers while I heal. Another clan sent a attack, and they will be dealt with swiftly."

His arms wrapped around her, lifting her up and holding her as he carried her out into the hallway. His wings flapped, stretching out, before he shot down like a rocket to the great hall. The doors opened as he approached, and a few startled hunters fell to the ground as Alexander took off into the sky, heading away from the estate.

He flew for a while in the cloud cover, maybe fifteen minutes, before coming down from the sky into the mountains. He set foot at the base of a cave, and his wings disappeared in a puff of feathers. He carried her in, knowing that her better night vision from the blood exchange would allow her to see. Still, candles lit up deep inside at his command. The sound of running water came forth soon, and when they found the source, the room was aglow with candles. A small waterfall spilt its collection in a large pool of water, where a small amount of steam came into the air. Several similar pools of water were around the room, a room of many hot mineral springs that were soothing and healing to the body.

He put her down, smiling that she still didn't have any clothes on. "Resist the drug as best as you can, because I must rest to get my energy up. If you need to soothe it, though, use me." He turned from her, going deeper into the caves. It would be harder for her to see him there with the candlelight added, but he took up some of the rich earth into his hands, spitting into it before patting it into the wound. He laid down afterward, his eyes closing as he went into a deep rest, letting the rich earth help his healing as he focused his energy in sleep to restoring his body.
 
It wasn't long before she realized she was still very naked. The breeze of the travel made her shiver and manifest clothing on herself. A ripped style black skirt with a form fitting crimson shirt. It was v cut to show her cleavage. He deserved some sort of eye candy after all he'd been through after all. Marilyn helped him to relax and decided in that moment she wanted to use the sensuality between them in a different way. After he laid down, she hiked up her skirt and straddled him still very careful of the wound. She placed her palms on his abs and began kneading through the muscles with quick and skillfull hands. With her touch she sent out sort of a healing energy to his body. In that moment she just spent time enjoying him, touching him, caressing him, and making him feel good. But she still felt the drug pumping through her. She tried to ignore it because the bitterness she felt could possibly throw off the quiet moment she was trying to set.

"Do you want to give me any sort of back story? Or did you want to just leave me in the dark? Because I really don't appreciate the latter."
 
He was closing his eyes to rest when he felt the warm weight of Marilyn straddling his hips, her hands moving over his abdomen and chest. A soft sigh of relief escaped his lips as he felt her pouring healing waves of energy into him, trying to help him with his own healing and the natural healing of the earth. He already didn't feel sore, but he would have to leave her early the next night to hunt, or else he would start to get delirious from the loss of blood.

"I plan to tell you what is going on." He said in a soft voice, eyes closed with just enjoying the time being. "right now wouldn't be the best time to, but there isn't another time to. The Vampires are split into different factions, not everyone is on the same page. The high class was decimated, and everyone is vying to become the new lord. They were trying to hit me when I would not recognize it."
 
She sighed a small breath from her soft lips but shook her head. She just enjoyed the skin on skin contact and sent out energy in small releases so his body could use it to the best of it's ability.

"I see. That makes me afraid for you." her palms because to caress every bit of him down to the sacred spot she'd worshipped the night previous. Then she slid down and began to work on his hips and thighs. Every possible place she could send that energy without wearing herself down to the core, she did so.

A small thought crossed her mind. She was craving meat. Her small animal form needed the protein.

"How did you obtain this lordly status? And what does it entail?' She brushed aside the fact that he'd exercised his power on her the night before.
 
He couldn't help but smirk, first at her hesitation to tease him when he was laying open to her at that very moment, and at her 'fear' of him. "I am not the Lord of all Vampires... Yet." He said, in a rather laughing voice. "I am the head of one of the clans, however. And I will soon be Lord. But first... I need to find someone suitable to be my lady of the Vampires."

He smiled, opening his eyes and gazing down at her beauty in a knowing way. "Because I'm the head of a powerful clan, they wanted to take me down so it is easier for them to take the role for themselves. It would be very bad, for if they succeed, My Clan, my household, and myself will be destroyed. I cannot allow that."

His hands moved, grabbing her hands lightly and holding them between his.
 
She listened to his words mingling with the sound of dripping water around them. It created a beautiful atmosphere and a completely ironic one considering the way they had meant and his intentions for her not even 24 hours previous.

"You blood bonded me, correct? Or did you try to turn me?"

The feel of his hands over hers did things to the blood pumping through her system that she couldn't fathom. It was almost as though it briefly changed the way her blood chemically interacted with her brain. The prospect of him taking her as his lady totally flew over her head, but instead it enraged him to think that he would be off to find somebody else after all of the shit he'd put her through. But that was just the way her mind worked when she didn't want to trust somebody in her life. Especially a stranger that had wanted to kill her.

"So then why did you seek me in the first place really? To tie me up and murder me? Or sick sex games? Don't you have more important things to be looking for than that hardon you get from murdering little girls?"
 
He could see it in her head, the denial of what he was offering implicitly, though he couldn't have shrugged off her words. "I knew that it wouldn't be easy to turn you since you were a shifter, though I doubt you have any wish to be turned. But you yourself completed the blood bond between us, Sivamet. You yourself took my blood of your own will. There is no changing that. And I have no wish to change that."

Her 360 from what he was going towards wasn't completely unexpected, but slightly shocking none the less. "Still saying I'm a serial killer? Wouldn't you be dead by now? Would I have brought you to my safe haven to rest and relax while all those trying to kill us are running through my estate?"

He didn't give her any time to answer. He sat up, groaning from the twinge of pain at his side, but ignoring ti as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him as he took her in a searing kiss of passion. This wasn't a branding or binding, but it was a passion that few in the world had ever had.
 
There were so many words brewing in her head, but every time Marilyn tried to say them he would do something with his mouth, his tongue and he would steal her words away with pleasure. That delicious pressure began to build between her legs and she drew back from their kiss to breathe softly against his lips.

"You did do that, didn't you?" Her hands slid from his shoulders and trickled down to his collar as her fingers played idolently with the material of his shirt. She would let her hand slip so that she could feel the muscle beneath in a certain nostalgia, as if it'd been ages since they'd fucked.

"That's why they wanted me then? Because they thought I was the one you'd chosen?" She bit her lip, beginning to chew on it ever so slightly at the prospect of being any object of his desires for anything more than a brief bout of fucking. It was a funny thought to her at this moment in time.
 
It seemed to be that the only way he could get control of the situation again after she got angry was to kiss her or show her the sinful pleasures of his mouth. But he didn't care either way, as long as it got her to listen again.

"I did." He said softly, enjoying the feel of her fingers. He wasn't wearing anything underneath the robe, and it was open at parts except at the hips because of his wound. But it didn't matter to him. Any wound to him was better than one to her.

"They wouldn't have known about you, not so soon, unless there was a spy in my ranks. They wanted you dead as part of my household. But... you could say that you are right with that." His arms pulled her closer to him, laying back and pulling her down onto him. His lips found hers again, though it was lighter, more caring than the passionate one moments before.

"I can't do too much at the moment." He whispered. "I can't take too much control. Seems that this would be the perfect time for you to escape."
 
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