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To be in Control (me and xWickedBlackLace)

He felt the dripping of blood in his mouth from where she pierced his lip, letting it ebb for her to taste before his tongue darted to it, tasting his own blood as he sealed it with a swift touch of his tongue. His hands were pulling her down to bury him over and over again inside her. Her words made him smirk, and he leaned his head forward, nipping at her earlobe.

"You think you could escape. But you will come back, you know you would. And I would find you before long. Not that you want to leave..." His words were cut off by a sharper intake of breath as his hips sped up, hands pulling her down harder onto him with every movement of his body. His mind was gone, a flurry of emotion and pleasureful stimuli, And it was only a few moments before he was pushed over the edge, mind shattering as his length pulsed, filling her with hot seed. He fell back against the couch with her in his arms, eyes closed and lips slightly opened, panting softly.
 
Marilyn narrowed her eyes at him, pressing herself harder against his chest. She realized that because they were bantering in the middle of sex, that it was probably the symbol of some sort of bond forming. Some sort of disgustingly deep and simutaneously eerie bond.

"In your wildest dreams, Dracula." she teased, still trying to breath as she spoke while bititng into his shoulder to muffle the sounds of her own screams.
 
A retort came to his lips, but it was swiftly cut off by the feel of her teeth on his shoulder, piercing somewhat through his skin, eyes rolling back from the sensation. "You little devil girl..." He muttered against half-locked lips, his arms wrapping around her body. It was a soft embrace, no matter how heated and extended their bodies were in their love making, but it was a intimacy that he would never have dreamed about.

"I have ways of making my dreams a reality." He whispered, feeling the starting rays of the sun coming up. He knew that her arms were the only place that he was safe from even his own ego, that nothing wrong would happen inside his mind or throughout the clans. It was his last thought as he drifted to deep sleep.
 
Marilyn, once again, didn't need too much sleep. She wasn't exactly sure why he enjoyed it so much. Maybe his race just needed it because he expended an above average amount of energy. Slowly she shifted into her small jackal form and bounced of the bed. She trotted around for a bit, drew a rather small bath, bathed herself then curled up in the shallow water. It wasn't intentional, more of an accident really. It was nice. For once in the past couple of days she didn't feel like she needed to be much of anywhere.
 
His sleep wasn't intentional. Like most vampires, he would stay up all the time if he was able to. But like the others, he was lethargic of the sun, drained of his energy when its rays hit the earth, no matter how far away he was from it as long as they came down, he felt leaden, incapable of moving. Sleep passed the time and let his body regain some of the energy he expended, refreshing the powers that he had. But even then, sleep couldn't nourish like blood could.

A few days of silence from the outside world passed, living on small amounts of blood, just enough to get him through. But it was their little adventures, chases and lovemaking that continually popped into his head. He couldn't get enough of her, her touch, smell, taste, it was all overwhelming to his senses. but the time soon came that the plan to perform a coup on the other clans came to be.

"I want you to stay here, safe." He said to her, before embarking off. "Keep in contact with my mind, and if anything happens, get some help from your own allies. I wont have you risking yourself for me."
 
Marilyn looked up from her book, her skin flawless and pale. It was perfectly smooth and unblemished and now it would be that way forever. Her feminine features wrinkled with distaste. As her brow furrowed, the blood began to pump through her veins and she could feel it coursing through her...thick and hot. It really annoyed her to be left out...especially if that meant she was away from him long enough to be in the dark about what was happening to him.

"You are leaving? Why can't you at least take me with you?" she asked, closing it and standing up. "I can take care of myself out there, you know." she insisted. "I thought we were supposed to be a 'team'."
 
In his mind, knowing of the dangers that were going to be abound, it would be too dangerous to let her come with him. The chance of betrayal killing both of them would be too great. Her death alone was a price that he wasn't going to risk paying. But... she was his equal, there was no way that he could deny her what she wanted.

He sighed, bowing his head down. "You can come if you stay hidden. I won't risk any sort of injury to you. We're going after a rather strong Clan Leader, though he isn't as strong as me. But the masses of vampires under him may be the bigger problem. Stay hidden, and if something happens to me, you get your allies and rally. That is the only way I want you to come with me."
 
Marilyn jumped up and tossed her book aside and nearly beamed at the prospect of throwing herself into the throws of danger. Especially if it meant being by his side. "Thank you, thank you!" she said, kissing his cheek a few times before she fell back into shadow. A small fuzzy shadow drifted along the floor for a few moments until she manifested herself into her jackal-like demonic form. Her beaty red eyes watched him as she pranced about the room, following him out and jumping at the prospect of adventure.

"Ooh! I can hang back in your shadow." she said disappearing again for a moment. She floated upwards and manifested on his shoulder, nearly slipping off of it for a few moments. Her back paws rested on his shoulder as her front legs struggled to achieve balance, pawing painlessly as she finally stablized herself. "What's the plan, huh?"
 
His eyes narrowed at her enthusiasm, jumping around the room before sitting on his shoulder in her shifted form. She was up to something, he knew she was, but he couldn't get into her mind for some reason. Was she concealing it, or was he just that pre-occupied with what he had to do? He shook it off, knowing that he would have to keep a eye on her either way. She was going to be trouble, but he couldn't let her go for any reason.

"Stealth in and coup." He said simply, stroking a finger lightly over her head and muzzle before walking slowly out from their little hiding den. "It should be quick. Should be." His hand held onto her tight around her middle as he shifted them into a mist form, quickly moving through the air over mountains and forests, until they were at the right estate. Already he could see that this was a botched mission, though it had to be done. There was fighting going on inside the estate, two fighters falling off the roof, stabbing each other in midair and incinerating each other, burnt carcasses hitting the ground, dead.

"Damn it." He muttered, as a long scythe appeared in his hand, and he slowly walked into the building.
 
Her small shadow form followed suit, very perceptive to what may be going on inside the building.

Why doesn't this look inviting? she asked, slipping inside his mind, her red eyes becoming visable for a moment outside of the shadows.
 
Because it's not. He remarked back to her. The building seemed to be falling apart, support structures torn down, some holes in the ceiling where it gave way. But he had his duty to do, and he planned on doing it. He slowly moved forward, nobody moving up to challenge him, but that wasn't his priority. Every enemy fighter that got near enough was slashed in half effortlessly, his body spinning, wrists turning and rotating in perfection as the scythe went through body after body, cries of agony filling the hallways and Great Hall.

A door was kicked down, the same time that he entered the far east wing, though nobody came from it. The approach was slow, cautious, but the prey was close, and Alexander wasn't about to let it go. He maneuvered his scythe to be smaller, more like a sword, as he crossed the threshold, seeing nobody in the room... and feeling the cold steep pierce him in the back, cutting his heart. Alex turned, seeing the mad glint in Raphael's eyes as he pushed the blade deeper, but he wouldn't have the last laugh. Bending the neck of the shaft, he shoved the scythe blade up under Raphael's skull, through the jaw and into his brain, scrambling it with a twist of his wrist before both of them fell.

"Get out of here." He whispered to the only person there, Marilyn.
 
Marilyn was about to wreck his pride and have a female save him. She hoped he didn't hate him for it, but as soon as she saw the object pierce him, her shadow form wrapped around him, engulfing him and pulling him into the darkness. That was, after the victim was taken.

Her heart was still pounding, pumping adrenaline hot through her veins. She brought him outside the building once again and manifested his body, searching him and trying to assess his wounds.

"Are you crazy? What the fuck were you thinking, getting hurt like that!?"
 
She was more powerful than he thought that she was, and he knew this just by the little show of her powers with the shadows, bringing them through wood and stone and metal to take the two of them outside. As she assessed him, he slowly stood, his hand reaching back. He grunted as he knocked the handle of the blade, then groaned in pain as he pulled it out in a swift movement. He tossed the blade aside, hearing it break against the wall of the Estate.

"What do you mean, 'what was I thinking?' I was attacked from behind. I knew the danger of the mission." He took a step and staggered down to one knee, bent over with a hand on the ground. "I did what I had to do to finish the stalemate. I'm not going to give up on this life just because of a silly blade."
 
The more she watched him, the further she became frustrated. Already she could see just how this encounter was going to turn out. Still her small heart raced, and she swore that it was perfectly visable through her silken fur.

"Forbid that blade gives you no choice." she muttered bitterly. Still she was in her small shadow form, so she sneaked slyly under his body, weaving through the arm that was propping him up. "I didn't ask you if you knew the danger of the mission." her tone was getting slightly louder as her beaty little red eyes met with his from her position closer to the ground.
 
His little critter girl was winding around his legs, ending up under his chest and staring at him with her little red eyes. "You act like I chose what happened." He said, slowly getting up, his hand resting on the Jackal's back before petting her once. "I am not going to die. I am too defiant to let a simple blade be the end of me."

He too a step, staggered slightly before being able to stand tall again. "However... you might want to be the one to get us back to your hiding place. I don't think I could do it on my own power." It was a moment of weakness, his own way of showing her that he couldn't do this on his own, couldn't continue on without her help and being there.
 
Marilyn stood on her back paws, propping herself up on his thighs as he knelt. "That arrogance of yours is going to be your demise. You need to know that you have limits." she stood her position sternly, then jumped up on his lap as if begging to be picked up and held by him.

"I will get us back to our hiding place." she looked up at him, then over his body to make sure that nobody was coming behind him. The earlier attacks had left a certain panic circulating from her heart and back, pulsing through her blood like thick molasses.

"Your business is complete? What the fuck just happened? Care to explain instead of leaving me in the dark? Why was it so important we come here so you can get stabbed?"
 
If anyone had seen them, they were too preoccupied to deal with the two of them. He felt her jump into his lap, and he took her softly in his arms, holding her close like a lifeline. "We were to come here for the coup, this was my unit. But we weren't coordinated, it seems, and their leader knew we were coming, so he set up a trap, and I was stabbed."

He put his cheek against the little Jackal forehead of hers, scratching her behind the ears lightly. "Get us out of here for now. Then we can see what we can do about my wound, and then we can figure out what to do from there."
 
With a reluctant sigh, unable to accept the fact that he knew what was good for himself, she brought them both back to her quarters. When they got there she had him laying on the bed and suddenly she was straddling him in human form. Reaching over to the nightstand she grabbed a few delicate looking herbs, then began feeding healling magic into him. The herbs were to ensure that no magic had penetrated his system or began to poison his own.

"Whatever you say, Alexander." She let him win the verbal fight, but figuratively she wasn't going to throw up a white flag to him.

Instead of pulling his shirt off like a normal person, she slid her stiletto blade beneath the cloth of his shirt, the cold metal touching his torso as she cut off his shirt with the sharper side.

"Maybe we should prioritize and create action plans? Or maybe if you weren't such a haughty male you would let me be a much more active participant to the general scheme of things.
 
When they got back, she practically threw him face down on the bed, groaning as he felt the soft covers and the pillow. Without warning, he felt the blade against his back, and a shiver went up his spine, but one of excitement rather than fear. He knew that she would never turn on him, would never try to hurt him, and she simply cut through his shirt, although he could have made it simply disappear. He did once she got to where the cut was, leaving her open to do her magic without any material interfering.

Her words, although cold and bitter, made him smile. "I am sorry, but I couldn't let anyone else know of the plan that I was told. It was suppose to be easy, slide in and kill the leaders, but someone butchered it or gave it away. It was no accident that I was stabbed. There's a rat in the ranks."

He sighed as he felt the magic and herbs on the wound, and he turned his head and looked at her. "You've saved my life, you know. I don't think I could ever pay you back for that."
 
Marilyn sighed and leaned over him. After she healed him she began to massage the kinks from his back with her palms. The hold her thighs had on his sides tightened around him and as her hands moved closer to his broad shoulders. "Are you sure about that?" she asked him running her hands through his hair and letting her fingers brush his forehead lightly. It was everything she could do to comfort him right now, but at the same time she just wanted to scold the shit outta him.
 
Even as he felt the bubbling temper inside her, she was being so gentle with her wounded lover, her hands releasing his back of all the kinks and tension that he had felt for decades. A soft groan escaped his lips, and he felt her hands playing with his hair, running slowly over his forehead and temples. "Yes, I am sure about that. Because when it comes to the matter, I should have been more careful instead of trying to rush in and end it quickly. I endangered both of us."
 
"You did!" she said, wiggling a bit as she shifted her position on his back. She was getting rather worked up and excited. "You could have gotten us both killed with your pride and arrogance!" she accused, delicate features twisting into a not-so-delicate frown. She was rather angry at the time being, but she knew it wouldn't last long. This was the nature of their relationship. He was a frustrating, arrogant male that refused her help, and she was hard to keep up with, always wanting to throw herself into any given situation. Even if it was better for her to stay out of it.

She huffed and began to rub him just a bit harder. Finally, the wound had healed on his back almost entirely.

"Leaking a bit of pride from your stubborn head wouldn't hurt you at all. You should try to."
 
As she rubbed his back, he had time to think about the last few hours. How his mind was so set in the old ways that he thought she couldn't defend herself. But he knew otherwise now that she was very able to fight, that she could hold her own if necessary. He felt the wound nearly close fully on his back from her constant work, and he couldn't help but smile. He rolled over, barely shifting her in her straddling position, and he sat up, his arms wrapping around her hips.

"You're right. I am too stuck in my mentality of being alone in battle. I would be dead if you weren't so fast. I think that I'll need you around to watch my back for me. Is that agreed with?" He smiled, a bright and loving smile, but he was worked up as much as she was. Her power and abilities were an excitement on his system, knowing that she could control him if she forced it enough. He kissed her, deeply, making his claim that he was hers once more.
 
"Don't forget." she continued to rub him. A bit of bitterness mingled with the jesting in her tone of voice. "I take in the souls of the deceased. So if you die in a battle you choose to fight alone, and it could have been prevented, your ass is fucking mine." she said, then paused. "And not in the literal sense that it has been...but you know. A harsh one and all that jazz."

Despite her rough exterior she didn't have a mean bone in her body for him anymore. Yes, she had lots of angry ones, but not generally harsh and mean like the way she let off at times.

"I swear. You won't have a good time in your death." Leaning down, she pressed her lips gently to his shoulder blade and placed a soft kiss. The warmth of his body beneath her lips made her smile against the paleness of him. "It's only because I care."
 
Her threats were more teasing than anything, and he nipped her lip lightly, looking into her eyes. "I won't die that easily. I am a hardy beast. It would take much, much more than a blade to my back to kill me. But, I will be more careful. As long as you are, as well."

Her well being was his greatest concern. Her death would be his own. He would meet the sun if he ever lost her. But he couldn't think of that, she would sense the sudden sorrow of those thoughts. He felt her lips on his shoulder, and he smiled, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead.

"I think I would rather you not take my soul if I died, though. I think Lucifer or Beelzebub would torture me less than you would." He laughed softly, kissing down along her neck and shoulder, the soft skin being nuzzles by his cheek.
 
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