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The Soldier and the Vampire (Onica & Raziel99)

She nearly jumped out of her skin, flying across the floor to reach a wall, almost like a cornered animal. He could see that analogy in his mind, her his prey, which it was, in essence. He stood, slowly walking towards her form, towering over her on the floor. "You know those answers already." He said, in a rather lulling voice. "The former were on those papers you read. The latter... you already know. You know it deep inside, though your mind rejects it. How could such a thing be real? How could such a... abomination, I hear that ringing in your little head... be living amongst people?"
 
She could not help but think of all the vampire stories she was told as a kid, all the books about them she had read while in high school and the movies she had seen growing up. They could not be real, they where myth, stories told to scare little kids and to make high school girls dream. "No your a liar. Vampires are not real, even if your doing a good job at trying to be one. There just stories, characters in books and movies."

Pressing here back against the wall, letting her hands slide against the cold bricks as she went to stand up. Yet even then it seemed he towered over her. His voice indeed alluring...it alone seemed to calm her and scare her at the same time. The way he looked, moved, acted...it was all just as alluring and drove just as much fear into her heart. Like a cold night that just chilled one to the bone.

Trying her best to be brave, but she felt her body shaking. Trying to tell herself that it was all a bad dream and she would wake up soon, but knowing it was not.
 
She was able to stand against the wall, but she was at least a head shorter than he was, still putting her at the disadvantage. She really didn't have that much power... that she knew about. He knew everyone had their strengths and weaknesses, and he had already sized her up pretty well. She was shaking in fear in her denial, that was good enough for him.

"Every story has their basis in truth." He said, moving closer to her, his body nearly pressed against her. His hands went to her wrists, taking them in a light but strong grip, lifting them above her head, pinning them against the wall behind her. He leaned his head closer, his eyes locking into hers, his teeth bared in a seducing smile that showed off his fangs. "Now, what am I going to do to prove this to you? Am I going to have to seduce you, or is a bite more than enough to prove my words?"
 
Onica did not put up much of a fight as her wrist where taken hold of and pinned above her head. To busy watching the one before her, listening to his words....body almost frozen as his head came closer to her's. That smile, seeing the fangs in the male's mouth was enough to make her a believer. The look in her eyes would tell him that much, even if her mouth would open only to have no words leave it. No wear close to answering his questions.
 
He could see that she instantly believed him, the look on her face of complete shock, the silence even as she was trying to answer him, it was completely obvious. His hands slowly let go of her wrists, sliding down her arms lightly, teasingly. His head came forward, his lips a mere inch from hers as he looked deep into her eyes. "I am banking on the former." He whispered, a deep seduction, before he kissed her. It was a burning kiss of possession, fiery and claiming her. His hands slid down and tugged lightly on her robe, easily sliding and pulling it off her body.
 
Oh how she wanted to fight against him, but it was like her body would not move. Her eyes locked on his as she felt him let go of her wrist. Hands sliding down her arms almost made her legs give, having forgot what it was like to be touched in such a way. That, plus the kiss he pressed against her lips...oh how she just wanted to melt...even if her mind was screaming at her to pull away. Her body had other plans it seemed.

How shocking it might be to him to find that her skin was still so soft, after all one might think all the work she did in the military might leaving her skin dry and over worked.
 
He wasn't surprised about her soft skin: everything was chronolized in her papers that he had shown her. Every little detail on her, as she had seen, was right there, on paper for his knowledge, in case he wanted to look it up. His hands left her as her robe fell off, leaving her nearly bare to his eyes, moving to his cloak and sliding it off his shoulders. Soon, his shirt was unbuttoned and opened, sliding off, leaving a pale, toned body for her to investigate. His skin was somewhat soft, as well, though behind the satin skin was iron strength, a unique mix.
 
The moment the robe fell fell from her body, she tried to cover herself with her arms. Almost as if she was ashamed of how her body looked, or maybe just shy. Eyes watching as the vampire removed his own cloak and then his shirt. Her face turning red slightly, trying her best to turn her face and look away if he let...

Mind racing, almost knowing what he wanted but at the same time she did not know what he wanted. These slave thing still new to her...a part of her wanting to give in. The other wanting to fight him off.
 
She seemed to get more and more shy, and that wasn't a good thing in his mind. He could see why she was, of course, it was natural for a human to be embarrassed from a loss of clothes when they rarely do it. But he was definitely one not to be embarrassed around.

He lifted her up, rather easily, and carried her back to the bed in strong but gentle arms. There was no throw, no bounce, just a gentle laying down as he blanketed her body with hers. Light, almost ethereal. is lips were upon hers again moments later, taking possession, though not as stinging as before, lightened to ease her wariness. His hands pushed her sports bra up, breaking the kiss only to lift it over her head, before his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him, skin against skin.
 
Her mind was yelling at her, but the sins of the flesh had taken over. Making her will to fight nothing more then a whisper in the back of her mind, replacing it with that dream every young girl had about being taken by a vampire. That sinful yet romantic dream. The feeling of the soft blankets under her and his weight that was laid on top of her as he laid them down was almost to much for her mind to take in.

His kiss seemed to melt her fear away, something that scared her on it own. The feeling of his hand on her flesh as he removed her bra almost made her moan, the slight braking of the kiss almost making her whimper....the way he pulled her into him making her do both. It was as if this was just how would imagine it, like it was something out of a book when a virgin gave into lover. Something every girl dreamed of but never got. Her hands daring to wrap around him, to let her fingers run over his back.
 
Se was giving into the carnal desires, exactly what he wanted her to do. To break her will was troubling, unneeded force with such a delicate thing. But bending it, so that she was willing without forcing her, was even sweeter to his mind. Her arms wrapping delicately around him was a sweetness that he did not expect. But until he laid his claim on her, he couldn't ease up.

His hands slid over her back, light touches on soft skin that sent a fire through his body. A hand slid around her, cupping the swell of her breast lightly, palm and fingers stroking, teasing, feeling the peak turn taut. His pants disappeared, no time to actually pull them off, but with his mind. His other hand slid down, lightly pushing her panties down side by side, eventually able to kick them off. He pulled her closer then, completely skin against skin, nude.
 
A part of her wanted to stop him from touching her in such way, but her body just gave. His hand playing with her breast making her body shiver a slight feeling of lust, her legs kinda closing as she felt herself getting a little wet from the touch of his hands on her skin. Feeling his hands slide down her panties....the feeling of his nude body against her. The feeling of his lower body pressed against her.

It was enough to wake her up from this dream, like her free will just slapped her in the face telling her to wake up. "No," a low cry from her lips as she tried to place her hands on his chest. It felt so good to her skin, but for her mind it was to much. The virgin not so willing to give it up just yet, even with the fire like feeling of lust rushing threw her body. So strong willed this one was to deny what her body wanted.
 
His body practically froze when he heard those words. No? That word doesn't exist in the slave dictionary. She wanted it more than anything, yet she denied herself. That showed him her strength, but that did nothing for his mood.

"No?" He repeated, in his low, seducing tones. "Many women would kill for what you have right now." He said, holding back the venom in his voice. "I have done nothing to hurt you except for some scathing words that bathed a little too long in lava. Surely you would prefer the softer side?"
 
"The let them have it." Her voice no more then a whisper, but still it seemed that she was just not ready to give in quite yet. Very thing happened all at once it seemed and it was all still new to her. It was all happening to fast for her. Finding out this guy more or less bought her. Her freedom not more then a memory right now. Finding out what he really was and now having him try to seduce her...which had been close to working.
 
He looked at her for a long moment, thinking... before he smiled, holding back from a smirk as he leaned forward. "So fiery." He whispered, before kissing her again. It was much softer than before, the burning passion still there, but with the lightness of silk against her lips.
 
The kiss alone seemed to make her quiver underneath him, but that fire still in her eyes as she would tried be the first to brake his kiss. Doing her best to try and look away...forgetting who this male on top of her was. Forgetting what he was. Her soft neck being show off to him, as she did her best to turn her head from him. Her legs pushing some as her hands went to his back once more, as if looking for a way to free herself.
 
She wasn't one that was going to be easily swayed, and he didn't feel like arguing with her much longer on the point. But, as she broke the kiss, she bared her neck, whether on purpose or inadvertently, he didn't know. His fangs grew out, though, and he found himself bending his head down, kissing along her neck, nipping and teasing her vein. Before she could stop him, he was biting down, his fangs piercing her neck as he let out a low groan. Her blood was sweet, energizing, and e drank lightly, just making his mark on her before pulling his fangs out, tongue licking where he ad bit to seal it.
 
Onica could not help but let out a little cry when she felt the vampire's teeth bite down on her neck. Her body seemed to freeze, her nails scratching into his back. Her heart raced, and her breathing seemed deep. Only when he was done would she turn to face him, digging her head under his chin or into his chest...which ever one she could get to. An overwhelming sense of shock seemed to have came over her. Sure he told her he was a vampire, but in truth she did not really believe him.
 
She cowered into him, and he moved to be more protective of her, his chin resting on her head as his arms held her to him. It was a short while like this before he picked his head up. "Let's get you dressed." He said softly, slowly getting up and helping her up. This was the first time he got a look over her whole body, and it was something that he wanted deeply now to possess, but that would be soon enough.

He grabbed her bra and panties, slid them onto her himself, before wrapping her with the robe. He didn't bother with his own clothes, not ashamed of being nude, especially in front of his own slave.
 
Onica did not move in his arms in tell she heard him speak, not saying anything as he helped her up and handed the clothes to her. She got dressed slowly, not meaning to but letting him get a long look at her body. Her hazel watching him, looking over the man that would one day have her, and when it came how she would not be able to stop him. Legs kinda folding under her as she slowly fell to the ground, kneeling there for a little while. Letting it all start to sink in, her hands running over her neck and the spot he had bit her. "Am I the only one?" Her voice low, asking if she was the only slave of his, "Why me?"
 
He watched her fall to the ground after he dressed her, heard her question and nodded. "Yes, you are." He said in a soft voice, kneeling down as well. "And why you?" It took him a moment of silence to answer that. "You have the most to gain." He eventually said. "You had the best papers of those I reviewed, and you had the most to gain by staying alive. If I didn't buy you, you would be dead right now, executed by those that captured you."
 
"So, its not like I'll be leaving anytime soon. My family thinks of dead....I can't go home anyways because everyone thinks I'm already dead. What am I going to tell them if you do let me go? Hey I've been just been with my master no biggy." It was clear she was up set about all this. Who would not be? Looking up at him to see that her master was kneeling next to her. Hands sliding from her neck into her lap, letting her eyes fall from him once again. "I might as well be dead because of you."

Her words where cold, a mix of fear and anger. She did not know weather to cry or try and punch the guy that now called himself her master.
 
She seemed so down to him... the most he could do would be cheering her up. "Military protocol says you are KIA because there were no survivors in the destroyed helicopter, most of the bodies incinerated. I can take you home for some time, though only for visits. But you can write to them, too. I will be nearby most of the time, though. It's because of me your family will have some reassurance from you."
 
"I can see how that could go. What do I tell them 'Dear Mom and Dad don't worry I'm safe in a POW camp...its great oh don't tell my command where I'm at or do you think they would believe the vampire story more. Ether way they would let my command know I'm alive and they would come looking for me. You don't take me for the kinda guy that wants a full blown war at his front door." Her words were true, how would she talk to her family with out her command not coming looking for her.
 
"True." He said it simply, thinking for a moment, before standing, his body firm. "Then I'll just have to bring them here, then. Easy enough." He turned from her, his pants appearing on him as he grabbed his shirt, sliding it on.
 
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