Qasim crawls into the bed, stalking forward with a predatory glint in his eyes; hard naked chest rise and fall as he scents the air as he gets closer. Fangs elongating as he comes to a stop above me.

"You're scaring me," I say breathlessly and sink further into the bed.

He give a blank stare then lunges for my neck.

I redirect him crash into the headboard. I crawl under his frame and get one leg off the bed. A frozen vice wraps around my ankle and tugs me back onto the bed with him back underneath his demonic frame.

I curl into the fetal position as his face descends towards my neck.

Qasim pries my head from my chest and bites into my neck, hard.

I stop fighting the moment his teeth pierce my skin, holding him to me as he takes what blood I have to spare, fading from consciousness as the venom courses through my veins more potent than ever.

I wake up to the chorus of songbirds in the early morning light.

"Good morning my queen," Qasim murmurs in my ear, "you slept well?"

I moan as he kisses my neck where his puncture marks are. "Yea, I think I slept all the way through yesterday afternoon, I don't even recall waking up last night.

"You sleep like the dead my love," he chuckles and gives me a long lingering kiss. "I'll be back with breakfast in bed." He disappears a second later.

I stretch lazily in bed, noticing the crow's nest for hair I have in the mirror but not really caring. I gotta get used to his zipping around like that... I rub my neck tenderly as it aches where he bit me a bit.

I hear the door open and turn to see Qasim with a dark scowl on his face; fangs gleaming from underneath his lips as he hisses, "We're leaving now get dressed."

I look at him curiously as I swing my legs over the bed and I'm hit in the face with a pile of clothes as he rushes out the room again. I rise and walk weakly to the bathroom, doing my daily routine at my own pace. I rinse my mouth of toothpaste and look up into the mirror and see him snarling behind me.

Qasim picks me up and places me back on the bed not a second later. "Stay here I'll be back in a moment, don't move from this spot." He rushes out the room again.

I sit there on the bed. I feel different but can't place my finger on what exactly. As I sit there I hear a faint tapping, like someone dropping marbles on glass. I look up at the window and see Draco on the fire escape. I stand immediately and fall onto my knees, sliding down the bed in the process.

Draco stands there wagging his tail and cocks his head to the side while pawing the window.

I sit there staring at him in amazement. This dog doesn't stop. I find it within myself to stand and go to open the window on trembling legs; raising the window as quietly as possible.

Draco immediately starts sniffing me all over while I rub his face and ears. He lifts his nose to my neck he growls, tugging on my shirt as he backs away from the window.

Suddenly Qasim is there and flings me across the room onto the bed, tossing my head onto the headboard hard. Pain pulsates behind my eyes as I watch Draco snapping at Qasim's neck; his fur standing on end and rage smeared across his face.

The sound of glass breaking sounds outside the room and four large men in black tactical gear rush into the room, their eyes glowing behind their black mask.

Qasim is suddenly at my side biting my neck and growling venomously. "She's mine mutts now and forever!"

I go limp and Qasim is pried off me. One of the large men approaches and throws me over his shoulder, running out the room with Draco hot on his heels.

I close my eyes as I feel sick from being tossed around as he rushes down the stairs, taking nearly five steps with each lunge; he jumps the last landing and lands in an expensive upscale lobby with a deafening thud.

The landing jars my body hard and the world goes black.

I come to wrapped in a blanket with the sun shining on my face. As my eyes focus I see Draco with his head on top of the thick blanket I'm under.

Draco notices I'm awake and licks my face once before snuggling closer to me. I notice something rising and falling steadily behind me.

I turn my head to see the man from earlier still holding me securely to his chest; fear spikes through me but I can't muster the energy to react.

The driver's door opens and closes with a thud as another masked stranger gets in and slams their foot on the gas.

As we peel forward I see us leaving the alley way of my warehouse; driving onto the street and nearly speeding down the block.

I glance out the window and see my favorite food cart and the man who offered to take me in for many years. Our eyes connect as the car speeds past him and what was my home for the better part of my life in Chicago.

Draco whines and licks my face again as pain and fear swells in my chest. I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep as my emotions overwhelm me.

I'm dragged from the depths of a dreamless void as I sway back and forth; red light coming into view as the sun cascades upon me. I open my eyes once we enter the shade and I observe my surroundings.

I'm still being held by the same man bridal style and Draco is walking his side looking up at me eagerly. I lean my head against his chest as I take in the large manor we are walking on. In the distance is a large grand building with slate marble covering the outside and two large bay windows on either side of a massive double door entryway with another two side by side on the second floor and the spaciously separated on the first.

Inside people walk around in white coats and bright green scrubs. Ahead of me I hadn't noticed the other man until he held the door open for me and my new capture; a woman sits behind a large desk and looks at me as we approach. The lifts a telephone to her ear and speaks into it with concern spreading across her features.

Immediately another stranger in green scrubs rushes up to us with a stretcher; the stranger places me gently on it. A man in a white coat covers my line of sight as they poke and prod me after removing the blanket from around my trembling form.

I don't react as the fog hasn't lifted from my mind and I'm soon in a hospital gown. I don't pay attention to what they're saying as my body temperature begins to rise and the puncture marks pulsate and ache.

I hiss as they insert a needle into my arm and connect an IV line. The room immediately starts to spin, the walls look as if they're melting like ice cream on the sidewalk in the middle of summer; I shift my gaze vomit partially onto the floor and the stretcher as they rush down an immaculate white hallway lined with pictures of animals lining the wall.

They turn into a room; quickly placing me in another bed while someone wipes the filth off my arm. The doctor steps into my fading field of vision. "Hello young lady, I'm Dr. Fields. How are you feeling today?"

I don't answer.

"It seems like you lost a lot of blood, has anything happened to you recently?"

I shake my head. No way will they believe me if I tell them about Qasim.

Dr. Fields crosses his arms and gives me a stern look. "Miss I need your complete honesty, whatever you tell me I'll believe you; either you tell me what happened or I will tell you what happened, deal?"

I look at him wearily. If you think you know what happened why the fuck are you asking me then?

The door to the room opens and closes, moments later Draco hops onto the bed and lays over my legs. He doesn't look at me as he makes eye contact with Dr. Creepazoid. The good doctor looks back at me and turns my head slightly as he tells me he is going to do so.

My neck stiffens in pain and he glances at me for one moment then shakes his head. "Miss did you ingest any blood?" I look at him slightly alarmed and shake my head.

Dr. Creeparoni than shines a light in my eyes one at a time and looks extremely relieved; he opens his mouth say something else and the door opens once more.

The god of masculine energy himself enters the room; his silvery white eyes that have an ethereal quality, black hair with light brown natural highlights in messy natural twist with both sides of his head shaved, a jaw crafted by the gods themselves with a light five o'clock shadow, and muscles rippling with ease underneath his skin tight white shirt.

He makes eye contact with me as he enters the room.

A familiar fire burns in my chest, creeping up my throat; my pulse quickens and for the first time all day I notice how sore my body is. I raise myself onto my arms and hold his gaze. If he is alarmed or surprised at me staring back he doesn't show it.

We take a breath at the same time and I smell the most striking intoxicating scent to ever grace my senses. It smells like sunlight, honey, and old factory male. It reminds me of laying on the beach on the hottest summer day as the warm air current delivers the scent of freshly baked pastries. I growl low in my chest as I feel heat spread through my veins to every point of my body. My skin is too hot and tight but I ignore it; swinging my legs out from Draco and onto the cool floor.

The doctor and nurses back away as I stand with an audible growl curling from my slightly opened maw and approach him with my head held high and my stature without fear.

His sharp gaze mutates to one of amusement and he takes a step towards me.

Pleasure radiates throughout me as I stand before him; masculine power washes over me harsh waves and cools the fire storm in my being. I lean forward, locking his gaze with mine and inhale his heavenly scent.

I want him.

The fire in my veins hisses from the dark void I worked so very hard to keep it under lock and key; after all these years of keeping it silent it easily slides through all my carefully placed barriers and takes control.

I shift my gaze to get a better look at his perfectly sculpted body, an audible purr building in my throat as I check him out and like what I see.

The godlike man eyes flick downwards and his posture turns hostile and his eyes lose the mirth that had been in them seconds earlier.

I smell a hot acidic that covers his aroma and stings my nose; shoving him away out of reflex as the fire climbs higher and its flaming tendrils corrode my brain.

He he turns and storms out of the room, an icy chill settles where he had been moments prior.

The chill creeps into my body as the door closes and his scent disappears. I teeter back and forth as the fire slinks back to the recess of my mind; crumpling towards the cold floor.

Draco is beside me as someone lifts me before I fall, cradling me gently and places me back in the bed. My awareness fades as the sudden burst of energy is sapped from me; unwillingly closing my eyes as I drift to unconsciousness.

"Well, that was something," Dr. Fields says.

I fade to oblivion.

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Hey everyone !! Sorry I disappeared there for a while. I'll try to keep this up on a decent bases. Tell me what you did and didn't like. I love constructive criticism, and as always I hope you enjoyed the story.

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