-Gabriel-

I draw your curtains closed while watching you rest uneasily in your bed. So tense, so tortured... the word 'haunted' is a faint whisper in my head as I gaze at your chest moving a little quicker than usual. Haunted... I hear it again. The whisper is coming from you... Are you subconsciously reaching out to me? This can't be right. You're only human. You must have some new abilities...

Of course you do... You're not the same anymore!

Flaring my nose in a bit of agitation, I dart my attention up at the clock on the wall to see it's almost 5pm. James should be getting off work and heading home soon. We're going to have dinner at his place at about 7:30. I didn't expect him to so openly invite us over; rather, I thought he would ask if we'd like to go out together. He's a friendly man, but I don't think he's usually this inviting. Great things must be happening in his life lately. He said he renovated his house and wants to show us.

Really though...
As if I care.

I look at you again and quietly walk up next to the bed. Seeing you so vulnerable, lying there with your head turned and your neck exposed, your delicate hands twitching a little bit and then grabbing the blanket tightly, gives me so many ideas. And now I find out, you may possibly be 'sensitive'. Before the realm, you were not cursed with that.

Ohh... How you excite me, baby girl. You tempt me to no end. I could just take what I want from you whenever I please and you couldn't do a damn thing about it... but no.

Not now.

Gently, I trace my finger along your arm. "My little Addison..."

You curl up in a ball and your jaw is clenching tighter than before. Tons of images must be going through your mind. You can't relax or focus on anything. I want to take a peek, but should I?

"Hmh..." I move away from you and go sit in the chair in the corner by your window.

This thirst is sometimes a real pain in the ass to tolerate. Smoking cigarettes dies it down some. Too bad I don't have a carton of them with me right now.

Looking around the room, my eyebrows begin to rise in a bit of wonder. I remember how innocent and easy you were when we met and now thinking of how it's going to be while visiting James, the possibilities of what you'll do turn me on the more I imagine it. You may be fucked up, but that's why it's going to be fun. You'll see what it's like, babe.

This thought brings back the memory of when Jack and I (almost whimsically) talked about 'playing with the bodies' and he showed me exactly how he liked to do it. A new door to another world of pleasure opened for me. That was so long ago, yet it's still so fresh in my mind.

I notice you turn over and open your eyes, and when you look at me, you're instantly all guarded again. You knew I was here... Come on darling, don't be foolish.

"Well, hello there." I smile in a smug way.

You pull the covers up closer to your chin, not pleased at all about my demeanor. "How long were you watching me?"

"The entire time you were out. 3 hours." I answer.

"You just sat there for 3 hours?" Slightly miffed, you sit up and look at your hands, then over at the mirror. "I... I'm completely healed...!" your eyes lower, "Of course I am."

"Don't be so surprised. I have to make sure my baby's ok. Three hours is nothing, either. We're not in the 1800s anymore, sweetheart. I have a phone and a charger. Sadly, you don't have any books worth reading. Psychology study books... really? You could learn that shit from me."

You shoot me a glare. "That was my dream. Before any of this happened, I wanted..."

I tilt my head, sliding my index finger up my temple. "Go on?"

You look away, shaking your head. "Never mind. You already know my story."

"Hm," I start grinning, thinking about the idea of what you said. It gives me a quiet little laugh, and the deep tone of my voice visibly tenses your body. You look at my fangs and then eyes, but can't help turning away like the frightened kitten you are.

"You're so delicious..." I simper, then pat the arms of the chair, breathing out with a hum.  Standing up, I announce, "Alright Addison, we're going to have dinner at an old friend's house tonight. Wear something nice -- he's kind of rich."

That, throws you off. Your heart just jumped.

"What? We're going to someone's house? Gabriel, what are you up to?" You push the covers down and start to get up.

As I'm walking toward the bedroom door, I pause and turn to you. "What's the matter..." I crack my knuckles, tilting my head, "You don't trust me? ...It's just a dinner date between friends." I devilishly squint my eyes at you, a mysterious smile spreading across my face, and I leave the room. "I trust you'll find something proper for our date!"

"It's just so sudden! I don't-!" You start, then mutter, "I don't... want to do this."

***

While in the backseat of another uber car, I find myself lost in the sight of the partly cloudy auburn sky. Stars are already coming out, here and there. It's perfect... The only thing that has everlasting beauty. Even a creature such as myself can't remain that sort of flawless. I've seen so many sunsets and sunrises. I'm almost 200 years old and it's not going to stop for me any time soon...

"Gabriel,"

I don't realize that my fingers are tightening around yours.

"Gabriel, you're hurting my hand." I feel you pull away, which makes me quickly look into your eyes with a hint of disapproval. But this time, I don't say anything.

I gaze at how your eyes seem to glisten like a twinkling galaxy. Your dangling diamond earrings match well with them. Your hair is in a nice bun, too. A basic bun, but pretty... and the dress you picked is quite modest; covering a lot of your skin, which I guess I can appreciate considering that you're not out to impress another man. It's dark green with a silver trim along the neck and end of the long sleeves. It goes a little past your knees. I'm oddly amused that you allowed a nice view of your dainty feet by choosing silver strapped heels.

You blink a few times at me in an expectant, worried way. "What...?"

I take your hand and hover my lips over it, looking into your eyes with a dark, passionate, lustful stare, "I like the way you look tonight." As I place a soft kiss on your knuckles, you fall into a state of disbelief.

"Yeah... I ship it!" The woman driver named Nancy speaks up, ruining the moment.

I roll my eyes and you're just sitting there with that same look.

"Oh, don't mind me!" Nancy scoffs as she turns down the road leading to James' house.

A few more seconds pass and then you whisper, "Gabriel, do you realize how weird I feel right now about all of this? I don't know what your intentions are, but I don't think this is just for fun or a friendly goodbye before we leave Maryland."

"Hush... You're going to love this. I'm sure he's an excellent cook. Most rich people I know are good at the culinary arts. It's interesting, really. Where do they even get the time?" 

You cross your arms over your chest, not amused at my attempt at making conversation.

"Alright. We're at your destination." Nancy says.

I nod and go ahead and pay her. "Thanks."

I get out and hurry over to open your door as you stare at the large two-story American-styled brick house with white colonial windows and french doors. The lawn is fairly large and beautifully manicured. One could easily say this man had a concept of heaven going through his mind when choosing how to decorate it. Everything is illuminated perfectly. There's not a single window that doesn't have open drapes and a small fake lit candle in it.

You stop staring and tell me, "You're confusing me." You reach and I take your hand, helping you out of the car. You're too adorable when you're like this.

"Come on, darling. No fussing. I'll need you to behave for now." I guide you to wrap your arm around mine.

"Fuck." I hear quietly slipping past your lips.

Before we approach the door, James is already there answering it. "Mr. Penn!-and Miss..."

"Oh please, James, save the formalities... We're all friends here, right? It's just us -- Gabriel and Addison!" I smile encouragingly.

"True, very true." He runs his hand through his thick wavy brown hair; "Come on in, guys! Dinner is already on the table." He steps aside, letting us in. Is it me, or did he recently get a tan? He's naturally olived-toned...

I slip my arm out of yours to slide my hand up your back, and I whisper close to you, "This is going to be a wonderful time. You'll see."

You glance out of the corner of your eye at me nervously, and it appears you're feeling defeated. Even your pacing has changed. It's almost like you're wanting to freeze on the spot. Were you thinking of pleading with me not to take you out here? Nonsense... This should be considered a step closer to overcoming your issues. You've got to understand, Addison. You're so stubborn.

***

As we're eating a classic roast beef dinner with broccoli, steamed carrots, mashed potatoes, bread rolls, and red wine that he had catered to his house, James strikes up a conversation with you about what you do for a living, how we met, what your hobbies are, where you're from... why he's not married to his fiance yet, and I just zone out, taking more interest in watching your interactions with each other and thinking about it in a contemplative way.

When you were dating your ex boyfriend, I used to come over at night while you slept and watched how you cuddled him but he hardly ever pulled you closer or wrapped his arms or legs around you. What you had for him went deeper than just what your conscious mind thought, or crazed over. You were really attached to him.

You knew about me from a distance and became torn between us men as the nights went by and the times you caught me looking at you from afar. I loved how you struggled to hold back your own sense of insatiable hunger for me -- for this type of specter who'd visit you those nights he wasn't there and didn't even know what I was actually doing to you. Isn't that what I should be associated with after all? That's how you imagined me at first. So curious and even awestruck, you were. Those memories should still be somewhere in that head of yours.

With a small smirk, I look at my food and push it around with my fork. "Drop dead gorgeous, isn't she James?"

He looks at me, then at you. "Oh yeah, definitely. You're very pretty Addison! You make a great pair."

"Thank you..." A gentle smile graces your lips as you dab at the corners of your mouth with a napkin. Still, I see suspicion in your face. You're such a clever girl.

"Tell me, how did you two meet again? Didn't you say you're neighbors?" He starts to laugh at that, but then after saying such a thing, he notices me leaning a little more forward in my seat with a strange gradual smile, my eyes boring into his without emotion.

"Yes... that's how we met." I reply in a soft voice.

He keeps looking at me and you're getting antsy.

"When did you say you were getting married again?" I start to laugh, never taking my eyes off his.

"In five months." he lets out a short uncomfortable "heh" afterward.

"That's nice." I casually say, "You make a great pair -- so I saw in the photos in your foyer."

"Excuse me." You interject, "Can I use your restroom, please?"

He's quick to turn his attention to you and respond with "Yes, of course! It's down the hall just outside this room, to the left."

You give me a brief icy glare as you stand up from the table and thank him kindly. As you put the napkin down, I grab your hand, startling both you and James.

"Don't be long, sweetheart. We'll miss you."

You pull away, disturbed. "Of course." With a small reassuring nod at us both, you swiftly leave the room.

James and I look at each other again and he's become quite unsettled by now. I know he wants to ask me why I'm being this way.

"So, I never got to ask you... Those teeth of yours; is that the dentist's work of art or were you just gifted?"

"Ah, the latter. I can thank my father for these."

He pushes his plate aside, smiling to lighten things up, and folds his arms. "Well, you have a real eye-catcher there. You're a lucky man, Gabriel."

"I know... I saw how you were looking at her. Who wouldn't think so?"

We both chuckle over my comment.

"You want her, don't you James?" I seize his laughter as he hears me in his head. His face slowly becomes blank as I work my way through, scrambling his thoughts a tiny bit by bit, bringing out his inner desires.

"Maybe she wants you too, since she seemed to like you more than me during your very 'in depth' conversation."

"Yeah... I'd love seeing her on top of me. Wait! What is this...? I have a fiance. No way would I do that to her!" he backpedals. 

A crooked, amused grin curls at the corners of my mouth as I study the conflict in his features. "She's mine, James, but I don't mind sharing. Why don't you have a little fun for once? Life's short. We were all made to break rules."

"No, this is wrong!"

We hear you coming back into the room and I stop toying with him, glancing at you with a more nonchalant smile.

"Hi guys..." you murmur upon sitting back down. "What's wrong, James? You look a little spaced out."

He blinks a couple times and then comes back around, though still appears lost in thought -- lost in that quite detailed idea of you and him rough fucking in his bedroom. "Nothing! Everything is fine. Would anyone like some dessert?"

"No, thank you. In fact, why don't you go ahead and show us those renovations you spoke of earlier on the phone?" I suggest, then ask you if you're finished eating.

"Just a few more bites, then I'll be done." Taking your time, are you? You're not going to get out of this.

"Oh," he laughs at you, then says to both of us, "Very well then. That's fine."

While you take those last few bites, I inquire where the renovations are. He tells me, "My bedroom and the garden in the back were the biggest jobs. I had some guys put up some new wallpaper and lay down more tiles in the indoor pool room, too. That's near the office at the other end of the house... which I never really use."

"Sounds like quite a job indeed." I agree with him.

You stand up; "Alright, I'm finished. Thank you so much for the dinner, James. It was delicious."

"Thanks. We'll worry about the dishes after. Onto the garden!" He starts walking.

"Why not your bedroom first?" I stop him.

My question makes him a little unsure, because of what happened earlier. Oh James, are you still thinking about seducing my girl? I'd love to see what kind of man you are in the bedroom.

And you, I can see you just want to leave. It's entertaining that you don't suspect anything like this possibly happening.

"Ok, we'll go to the bedroom first..." he turns and continues walking, leading us out of the dining room, down the hall and upstairs. There are four bedrooms up here and his is at the end of this hall. Along the way, you and I saw many pictures of him and his fiance doing different things in different places. A lot of the pictures are of them visiting other countries. They sure do appear to be quite happy together.

He opens his bedroom door and gestures us to go ahead in, meanwhile mumbling, "I'm in love with it, really."

It smells like fresh paint mixed with black orchid scented candles. The walls are dark gray with thick white trim, except where the bed is; it's all white brick there. The tray shaped ceiling has little spotlights in each corner and an antler chandelier in the center. The chairs and end tables are black, the dressers are light-gray, and the floor has white carpet. This is a typical modern bedroom that you'd see in ads or magazines. He's excited about it though. I won't knock the man's hopes and dreams.

He walks in between us and stops, placing his hands on our shoulders, "Now that it's finally done, I can enjoy it to a full extent."

"Nicely done, James. You have great taste." I then point toward the door, "You don't mind if I... use your bathroom, do you? That wine did a number on me."

"Oh no, of course not. You go right ahead."

"Thank you." I head for the door, and you're watching me in relief that I'm leaving. Do you seriously think you can hide that look from me?

But while you see me go out, I actually never do. You both think I'm gone, but I'm changing both yours and his perception.

"What do you think, Addison?" his hand falls from your shoulder, down, down, and stops at your lower back. Your first instinct is to move away, but does your body obey? ...Not this time. I'm going to have my fun before this night is over.

He turns to face you and gazes at your glossy lips.

"It's... it's nice." your voice is small, quiet.

I say in my head, as if I were talking to you, 'do you feel attracted to him, kitten? What if he's that one who visited you when Jeffery wasn't there? Even when he was there. That one you craved so badly; the one who embraced you, protected you, calmed you, and excited you to no end.' I won't enter your mind, but I can manipulate what your body does.

You're also looking at his mouth now as you start to feel compelled to kiss him, yet your mind is against this.

"I don't know what it is... I don't even know you well, but I really want to kiss you. What am I even saying right now?" He's so confused; it's hilarious.

Your body is beginning to tingle. Desire is pooling deep within your womanhood. You didn't want this, or did you? This is just completely wrong.

He moves closer, taking a gentle hold of the nape of your neck. The moment his soft lips touch yours, your mind scatters to a world of lust. You match his movements slowly, and tease him by tugging his lip between your teeth. He breathes out against your mouth with a smile, cupping your breast in one hand and squeezing it, receiving a soft moan from you. His other hand trails down your neck and then he suddenly grabs your ass, yanking you closer. The kiss deepens as you taste him with your tongue, and he eagerly plays along, intertwining with you.

He starts backing you toward the bed and pushes you down. As you readjust yourself on it, he unbuckles his pants, his brown eyes set on yours, intense and hungry. Your heart is racing, your breathing is fast; you really need him inside you. You're such a slut, kitten.

He kicks his pants away and crawls up the bed, firmly pressing your wrists down to the sheets, and the kiss becomes more fervent. You wrap your legs around his, forcing your dress farther up, inviting him. The feeling of him on top of you, touching you, kissing you, feels so good. He follows your lead and gently traces his hand along your inner thigh. A breathless moan escapes you as he slightly moves your panties out of the way and starts playing with your swelling pearl. You're having fun believing it's me, aren't you?

You even breathe my name. Lucky for you, he doesn't catch that. What a fucking moron.

And when he slips his fingers inside you, you gasp out while squeezing his arms and he loves it. Ohh... He loves the sound of that. How many fingers was it, baby? You're already pretty damn tight.

He continues working his magic and you're getting so lost in ecstasy; so full of desire as your blood pumps faster and faster. It's taking everything not to join in and feast on you both.

He moves quicker as you get closer to having an orgasm. That smile on his face; I want to see blood dripping from it. I want him to go down on you and come back up with blood oozing from that mouth.

You pull him into a deeper kiss, and he keeps getting faster. Kitten, I didn't expect this from you! You're getting so close to climaxing, too! Your body is practically begging now.

I see you throw your hands down and tightly clench the blankets; a breathy arousing sound escapes you as you finally have your climax. That puts a big proud smile on James' face. He quickly pulls his hand away and throws his shirt off. "Come here!" He huskily demands and pulls you to sit up and unzips your dress in the back. You lay back down and he almost tears it off you along with your panties. Then, he flips you over, snatches your waist and yanks you up to him, completely surprising you.

A sudden pained "HNH!" leaves you as he does one violent thrust inside you. You try to control your breathing, but everything is going so fast. He slams inside you again, rougher this time. I know, 'fuck, it HURTS!' I can see that it does. This one knows how to fuck, but he's not me. He's definitely not me.

You drop your head, biting down on your lip hard to hold back another sound as he starts viciously pounding in and out of you.

I can barely contain myself, watching this. I have the biggest hard on as I watch him dominate you and imagine gallons of blood all over your bodies. All the gaping cuts in your backs and chests, your broken legs twisted around my head as I tear your special womanly place up, and his bloodied mouth around my cock. His arms and legs would be broken too. I wouldn't heal him... because as you know, my kitten, nobody is as special as you are to me -- now.

I finally give in, unzip my pants and start jacking off as he fucks you deep and mercilessly, groaning and huffing with every other thrust. You're both getting close to climaxing. You're making out well tonight, babe.

Seeing how you're taking him, it's a different type of art I've never gotten the chance to admire. It's making this unbelievably intense for me. My own breathing is getting shallower and I start to moan. I let my head back, squeezing my eyes shut, jerking myself off more aggressively. If I could just have blood right now! "Oh shit, OH SHIT!" I pant heavily and then I cum, "FUCK!" And you follow right after, screaming my name.

I shake the semen off my hand, working on calming myself. My mind is in a whirl. I need blood right now!

I watch him quickly back up to finish off over your ass and see you're barely able to stay up anymore.

I take my chances and cause you to look back at him, but when you do, something is different. I've removed the veil from your eyes.

"What's the matter?" he breathes with a groan after. He ends up cum-shooting your chest, making you jump and back up to the headboard in utter shock and horror.

Without a second thought, you snatch your dress, leap off the bed and run right past me out of the room. This isn't what I had in mind... What the hell did you just see to cause such a panic?

"Addison!" He calls, grabbing his underwear. After he puts them on, he hurries to the door but I suddenly snatch him by his shoulders and clamp my jaw down on his neck. "AHH!" He fights me and I bite harder, sucking his blood more barbarically. Keep fighting, asshole. You're not going anywhere until I'm finished. I get a large fill of his blood and shove him back. "Addison!" I sing after you while wiping my mouth. James pats his neck, staring at me like I'm the devil himself. "WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?!"

I grin wickedly at him, slide my fingers over my tongue and push them into the wound. He collapses to his knees with a yelp, and I wipe his memory right then. "You're all better now... Now tell me where you keep your cash. It's our little secret and it's going to be alright."

Like anyone else I do this to, he has that blank look and free-willingly gives me the information.

"Addison, we're almost done here!" I yell out and then I thank him. "It's been lovely knowing you, James. Good luck to you in managing your music label!" I stroll over to the closet and get into the safe inside, taking out a nice few bundles of dollar bills. "It does seem a little odd to have such an amount of cash like this in a safe at home. It makes me wonder, but that's not my business." I remark, then close it and head out with a final wink at him.

"We're going home! Hope you've put your clothes on and you're ready to go!" I listen closely for you and hear clothing shuffling nearby.

You're... in the bathroom!

I follow the sound and tap on the door. "Come out. We're leaving."

A few seconds pass and then you open the door with that fearful look in your eyes again. "I... saw him."

"Who?"

"I saw... Reuben."

"What? He's dead. Look, let's discuss it when we get to your place. It's going to be fine. He's not going to get you again... not under my watch." I reach and place my hand against your back, leading you out of the bathroom.

You shrug away, moving past me and hurry to the front door. Momentarily -- because now I'm beginning to wonder what you meant by that -- I follow you. I didn't think you would see him. I thought you'd see James! I really hope this doesn't mean anything. That son of a bitch had better not be alive, I swear.

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Author's Note:

WHEW WEE... this is a lengthy one, but god dang is it STEAMY! Hope you enjoyed it. ^_^ Thanks for reading! ♡ It had a LITTLE bit of taboo'ish stuff, but hey, that's Gabriel for ya.

The next chapter will be posted soon.

Later!
-Rach

P.S. If you have any questions, I'd be more than happy to answer them in the comments! :)