Part 3 (1/2)

”Who?” I asked him.

”My sister.” He said and with that he was gone as my appet.i.te faded and my heart ached for his loss.

Chapter Three.

Bittersweet Kiss ”My lips parted, a tongue slipped into my mouth. It searched every corner of it like the hunger it had was insatiable, but my hunger...my need to get f.u.c.ked was so overwhelming. My b.r.e.a.s.t.s ached, my p.u.s.s.y hummed and my muscles tightened in my a.s.s as a firm hand slid down and squeezed it. I jerked at his thick hair, blue and beautiful, just enough to wind my fingers into it tightly and pull. His moan told me that he enjoyed it and I needed that from him. I needed the pleasure and the pain. His lips left mine and then nibbled at my neck, I grinned, but hoped for more, I needed him to bite into my flesh and set my senses on fire.

His teeth were sharp, almost like that of a vampire as he bit into me. The blood tasting sweet on his lips, the release of it making the incredible o.r.g.a.s.m creep up my abdomen, like that of a snake. I hissed, allowing the pain to mingle inside of me. I had never been this way, in fact my s.e.xual exploits had always been mild compared to some, but with Gunner, well, I wanted for him to make a toy out of me, to f.u.c.k me until screaming his name was no longer a possibility because my throat was hoa.r.s.e and aching...”

Lucifer stopped talking as he then raised his eyes and stared at me.

I tapped my fingernails on the desk as Lucifer laid the piece of paper down and grinned at me. He leaned back in chair and watched me closely as I looked annoyed and I should be. He had just recited my dream, the one I had just had the night before. f.u.c.king p.r.i.c.k, and creeper. How dare he...

”Halo, there is no need to f.u.c.king internalize your conversation, I can hear it all...Jesus Christ.”

I leaned back and stared him down.

”Fine.” I said as I raised an eyebrow and he stood up and fingered at the paper in his desk.

”It seems you would like to f.u.c.k Gunner, badly from what this reads.”

”I don't know why you felt it necessary to invade my dreams.”

”Necessary?” he said as his voice deepened and the room got colder. I sat up and held onto the arms of the black leather chair and then noticed that the leather felt extremely smooth, unlike any I had ever felt before.

”Human.” He said to me and I looked up at him.

”What?”

”The chair, it is human skin. Holds up better.”

”Oh s.h.i.+t.” I said as I stood up and stepped away from it.

”Oh s.h.i.+t indeed, it is not easy to skin one of those monkey's, especially when they are squirming.”

I swallowed hard; the thought of it bothered me, as did everything about Lucifer.

”Anyway...vampires? Really? I would have taken you for a werewolf kind of groupie.”

”I don't know why...”

He stopped me with a wave of his hand. ”I blame Hollywood. They have romanticized the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds to h.e.l.l and back, if they only knew how their insides were eaten away and their hearts were filled with cobwebs. It even grossed me out.” He said as he walked to a large black cabinet and opened it up, I shook my head as a boy hung in it, his arms above his head and a ball gag in his mouth. Lucifer pushed him aside and then found what he was looking for. He ignored him as he closed the doors and the boy squirmed a bit. I took a breath and decided to clear my mind. Nothing bothered me more than when he...

”Halo, for s.h.i.+ts sake, please shut the f.u.c.k up already.” He said as he walked to me and then held up a sword. I stared at it as he grinned and licked his lips. A terrible habit he seemed to have, something that made him appear even more evil, at least to me.

”I want you to have this.” He said to me and I narrowed my eyes.

”Why?”

He tilted is head and paused for a second then decided to continue.

”It was mine.” He said to me and I stepped back from him.

”Yours?”

”Is everything a question with you?”

I shook my head *no' as he walked towards me and held the sword out like he was presenting it to me.

”I can't.”

He then was in front of me with the same speed he had demonstrated to me before. He stared me down as I tried my best to fight back the nervousness creeping up in me.

”I was once an angel, just as my brother was. The only difference was that I was the one who had to handle the ugly business, the war...he was more of a politician and of course his words flowed from his lips and poisoned everyone against me. I was cast out, but I brought one thing with me and that was this sword, the sword I carried as a warrior of heaven, but I have no need for it here. I would just like to see someone who is worthy of it use it as it should be used. To kill.”

I held my hands out as his words mesmerized me then he turned me and pushed me towards the door and out I went. I turned as he slammed the door in my face and Gunner leaned against the wall. He was looking down and then finally straightened up and stared at the sword in my hand.

”Well s.h.i.+t.” He said as he took it from me and held it up, checking the blade. He ran his finger across the edge of the metal and it did not cut him. He smiled and then handed it back to me.

”Do you need me to bite you?” he said and I blushed as I then realized that he knew everything, my dream about him and the fact that it was dirty as h.e.l.l. He walked down the hallway that led us to a large elevator and he stood there as we could hear the gears turning above us. He placed his hand on the black panel and when he pulled it back I could see the impression of his hand print left behind but it had no print to it, almost as if it had been stripped of anything that could identify him.

I cleared my throat and looked upward as he glanced at me. I tried my best to ignore him, but my inability to not say what I was thinking took over.

”It was a dream, that is all.”

”Really?” he asked and I took a slow breath and then let it out.

”Yes, I mean I am under some stress here. I just f.u.c.king killed my boyfriend and then died.”

”Uh huh.”

I stared at the elevator and laughed under my breath. He glanced at me out f curiosity.

”What?”

”I just always thought it would be a highway.”

”Highway?”

”To h.e.l.l... not an elevator...never mind.”

”You mean the song.”

”Yes, I do.” I looked at him kind of impressed that he knew what I meant.

”What? I have been here a long time, I know things.”