To catch and pummel a bitch. From huntedmerciless
Xavier and I had been interrupted by the strong and buxom brunette. I didn’t kill humans. I never had, but this one was obviously evil. Getting in the way of the amazing sex and sweet loving going on between me and my Xavier, she deserved to pay the ultimate price.
She had tossed my beloved vampire, the one who was twice the man as Spike or Angel were, combined, out of a window and into the sunlight, thus threatening his existence, and when that happened, I knew that she had to die. And I beat her into a position where I had her too, my arm around her neck, my weight on the small of her back, ripping her neck back, nearly breaking it, while choking her to death at the same time, but then Xavier came in and was okay, and I got distracted and the little trollop managed to escape my grip.
Xavier and I had her cornered, though and she kept appealing to me, saying things like Xavier was evil and she was on my side…saying things like she had somehow been led her to save me.
Stupid…I know.
She then got a heap shot on my love and enough was enough. She had thrown him out of a window and now, she had hit him in his beautiful groin area and then kicked him in the face. Xavier would be okay, but the cleavagy slut was not going to be. I leveled her with a shot to the solar-plexus and then hit her with an uppercut that made me smile because the contact was so amazing…except one bad thing happened when I followed through…I knocked her out of the very same window that she had thrown Xavier out of.
It was no biggie. I promised Xavier that she would have survived the fall and that I would bring her back up…carrying her by the hair to him so that he could torture her, just as long as the torture didn’t take too long, because he and I had sweet loving to get back to. I rushed down the stairs, sure that the brunette bitch would be laying there, sore, whining, but when I got outside, she was gone and I looked up to see Xavier telling me that she had dove into the Seine, the beautiful river of Paris, and that she had swam away.
I screamed up to him that it wouldn’t be a problem…that I would swim after her, grab her under the water and drag her back, keeping her alive all the while. I dove into the water, which was cool, and a little murky but it didn’t matter, I had to do this for my lover, my sweet lover. She was hurt from the fall and from my right hand and catching her wouldn’t be a problem.
I could see her ahead, below the murky water, and I charged after her.
[Monique]
She had tossed my beloved vampire, the one who was twice the man as Spike or Angel were, combined, out of a window and into the sunlight, thus threatening his existence, and when that happened, I knew that she had to die. And I beat her into a position where I had her too, my arm around her neck, my weight on the small of her back, ripping her neck back, nearly breaking it, while choking her to death at the same time, but then Xavier came in and was okay, and I got distracted and the little trollop managed to escape my grip.
Xavier and I had her cornered, though and she kept appealing to me, saying things like Xavier was evil and she was on my side…saying things like she had somehow been led her to save me.
Stupid…I know.
She then got a heap shot on my love and enough was enough. She had thrown him out of a window and now, she had hit him in his beautiful groin area and then kicked him in the face. Xavier would be okay, but the cleavagy slut was not going to be. I leveled her with a shot to the solar-plexus and then hit her with an uppercut that made me smile because the contact was so amazing…except one bad thing happened when I followed through…I knocked her out of the very same window that she had thrown Xavier out of.
It was no biggie. I promised Xavier that she would have survived the fall and that I would bring her back up…carrying her by the hair to him so that he could torture her, just as long as the torture didn’t take too long, because he and I had sweet loving to get back to. I rushed down the stairs, sure that the brunette bitch would be laying there, sore, whining, but when I got outside, she was gone and I looked up to see Xavier telling me that she had dove into the Seine, the beautiful river of Paris, and that she had swam away.
I screamed up to him that it wouldn’t be a problem…that I would swim after her, grab her under the water and drag her back, keeping her alive all the while. I dove into the water, which was cool, and a little murky but it didn’t matter, I had to do this for my lover, my sweet lover. She was hurt from the fall and from my right hand and catching her wouldn’t be a problem.
I could see her ahead, below the murky water, and I charged after her.
[Monique]