What The Heart Wants
Why must we fight? We have so much in common, maybe that's it. But I don't want to fight him. I want to get to know him, learn all about him, help him learn to read and write. He thinks he is so smooth, but I know his secret and I want to help him before the others find out as well.
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Shut your fucking hole Marcel! Sonny could kick your ass in chess and any other game. So go peddle your bullshit else where!
I grind my teeth together and clench the pool cue in my hand at the sound of that voice behind me but at the same time I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my gut. Here we go again. Alison's always gotta have something to say. Can't leave well enough alone. And as usual it's some comment digging at me not being as good as the rest of them.
I turn to face him. "Fuck off Alison Go run you mouth at someone who gives a shit."
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There is something new in his eyes, something I've never seen before. Something I want to take away for him, but he won't fucking let me.
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Instantly the rage I have been feeling simmering comes to a boil. I growl out at him. "I don't need kung fu to kick your ass. I can do that all by myself."
With that I pull back on the cue then head butt him square in the face busting his nose. I wrench the pool cue back and snap it over my knee. "I'm gonna use this to end this once and for all! So come on... you try and kick my ass boy!"
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I growl and lunge at him taking him down to the floor. Batting away one half I have the other in my hand trying to wrench it away from him but he has a tight grip.
He swings with his free hand but I move back just in time only to throw my head forward and give him a head but! His lip splits and the smell of his blood strikes a flame in me - a flame I didn't know was there.
"I don't know what your problem is, but I'm going to fix it one way or another!"
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He smacks me one in the jaw and tries to get me back over. I grab his hair and smack his head back into the floor then sink my fist into his face. I still have the half a cue gripped in my fist so I know it makes my punches harder than normal and I'm not about to stop pounding him either.
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Grabbing him by his shirt I pull him closer so his ass lifts off me and I grab his balls and twist. He gasps slightly giving me the time I need to swing my elbow into his face knocking him off me.
Grabbing his hair I bring my knee to his face, "Fucking cunt! Gonna mess that pretty face up good!"
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I still have enough sense to curl my arm round and catch hold of his leg though. My other hand I use to lash out and smack the inside of his other knee with the blunt end of the pool cue as I lunge forward.
We both go down and as I land on top of him I bring my elbow round and smack it into his face hard. We'll see how pretty he looks after a few of those!
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That's it! I grab his wrists and flip us so I'm on top of him. I notice he isn't healing himself. I heal quickly and look down at him. "We can do this all fucking day and neither of us are going to do any real damage asshole!"
He almost gets me off him, but I hold tightly to his hips with my thighs. "Fucking heal yourself so I can draw fresh blood!"
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He's holding on to me tight this time though and that just makes me even more pissed. I twist my wrists painfully in his grip and try to buck him off. I snarl at him. "You gotta let me go some time and when you do I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
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I look at him, really look at him. Under me, growling, bloody... I lunge and take his mouth in a savage kiss. My fangs cutting his lips more causing me to moan and growl before sucking on his bottom lip.
Tightening my grip on his wrists I once again deepen the kiss filling the void inside me that I just now realized was there. His blood speaks to me of loneliness, fear and anger.
Shaking my head I lick his lips and tell him, "You belong here more than any of us."
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I'm sure this is just another attempt by him to make fun of me and belittle me but then there is no one here to see it so...
I lick my lips swallowing and realise that my fangs are out. I close my mouth but that does not take away the taste of him, his blood. I stop moving under him too cause that's not helping the whole turned on thing.
My only defense is the same as usual, anger, but it's tempered with something else now as well and I don't know what I really want. I growl at him. "Fuck you Alison." I tug at my wrists in his grip. "Get off me!"
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Kissing him again, this time with passion and a fierceness to still him from trying to break free of me. As I pull back I suck on his tongue, swirling my own around his.
"I'm not moving till you talk to me."
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I try to make my glare convincing and I sneer at him and spit my blood at him again, anything to get him to be pissed at me instead of this. "Why the fuck would I want to talk to you asshole."
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I smirk, "I can read you through your blood my friend. You can't hide - not anymore, not from me. You need someone to talk to and I'm the closest thing you've got to a friend. I know you, I knew before I tasted you."
Leaning down I sniff him. Fuck he smells so good. His blood, sweat and fear... Rolling my hips I let him feel how much he is affecting me, "We are too much alike - that's why we fight... mmmmmm that's why we should fuck."
I lick his throat and suck on his adams apple, "Taste me Marcel, you know it's true."
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He licks my throat sucking on it and I gasp softly a shiver going through me. I have to get out of this, somehow I have to get the fuck away from him!
Taste me Marcel, you know it's true.
That gives me an opening. I snarl shifting my head and pushing up to sink my fangs into his neck.
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Letting go of his left wrist I dig my hand into his hair and press his lips to my skin, filling his mouth with my blood. "Fuck yes Marcel... take it, take from me!"
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