Authors Note:
Full transparency: I've been writing this story for a while and I can't remember all the details. Please forgive any inconsistencies. One day, when I have something else to do, I'll procrastinate by editing this story.
Enjoy!
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I stood, frozen in shock. Dean hurdled the head straight across the runway. It vanished into the night. Without missing a beat, he grabbed the still stumbling body and ripped one of the arms off. Noticing my horrified expression, he paused:
"Gotta be careful with old vampires like him. You leave too much intact and the bastard manages to get himself back together."
Now it became very noticeable how alive the body still seemed to be. Not stumbling anymore, it turned towards me as if it could sense my location. With the one arm still attached and outstretched it came walking towards me.
"You got it, or do you need my help?" There was no sense of urgency in his voice. He just seemed smug and arrogant, like I was used to. I tried to evade the mangled body and walked around it. It wasn't quick but without hesitation it changed direction until it was once again slowly coming towards me.
"Looks like he is really angry at you, maybe you wanna use that power you seem to posses so suddenly." Not only did he sound arrogant, now there was a hint of an accusation.
"Can't you just do it? This is so fucking gruesome." I found myself actually walking towards Dean, in the hopes that the body would turn on him.
"God, you're such a little bitch," he sighed before he grabbed Caines body by the remaining arm. It tried to kick him with no luck. One crunching and squelching sound later, the other arm was thrown into the flames. Only legs and torso were left. Without any arms, keeping balance seemed more difficult. It started to make its way towards the runway.
"Ah shit, he wants to get his head back. Shouldn't have thrown it so far away, but I didn't want him to reattach it." Dean followed to walking torso. I was thoroughly horrified. Though I knew that killing a vampire, especially an old one, was not easy, I had not expected this. Dean kicked the torsos legs away from underneath it and laughed.
"Let's see if he manages to get back up."
"Can't you just put it out of its misery?"
"What do you mean "it"? That's Caine. He killed thousands of humans and hundreds of vampires. God knows, how many witches. Why should he get off easy? I guarantee you; he's done the same with some of the ancients." He grabbed a piece of burning debris and dropped it on the remains, that were trying to get up.
"Does he feel it?"
"I sure hope he does. But then we can't really know. Usually when you've taken a vampire apart this much, they don't come back to tell the tale."
The body was burning, and the smell made me sick. I turned away and tried to fight down the urge to throw up. Suddenly, I felt Dean beside me.
"I gotta say, I'm almost impressed. When James had told me, he asked a powerful witch to come along, this is what I imagined. Not the watery eyed bitch you've been playing." I turned to him but before I could reply, he continued:
"If you'd have just done this the first try, you could've saved yourself a lot of pain."
I still felt the buzzing underneath my skin. Could I take him now? Or at least incapacitate him enough to get away?
"You could have saved me a lot of pain too, you know?"
He chuckled before brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. Then he took my face between his hands and for a second, I thought, he would rip off my head.
"You deserved every last thing I did to you."
Dean pulled me towards him and pressed his lips to mine. They tasted like metal. At first, I was so surprised, that I didn't fight back. He snaked his tongue into my mouth and his right hand left my face to grab my waist. Now my nervous system kicked back in. I tried to move my head to the side to escape his kiss. His hand moved to the back of my head and gripped a fistful of my hair to keep me in place. Pushing against him would be useless therefore I tried to wiggle out of his arm. Now he finally pulled back but didn't let go of me.
"Do you want me to find one of the severed arms and fuck you with that?" The look in his eyes told me, were this was going.
"I suppose if I say no, you're going to require me to stop fighting you?"
"Such a smart little thing." He bend down to me and kissed me again, this time slipping one hand under my shirt. I know that he was just trying to threaten me with the arm, but I was too scared he might make his threat reality to resist. When he finally ended the kiss and moved on to kissing my neck I tried to protest.
"Can't you just wait. What just happened is so sick, how can you even think about-," I paused, not wanting to say it out loud.
"Fucking after killing is insanely good, trust me," he mumbled against my neck.
Oh God, so he really wants it again. The last time had been so intimate. If only it was painful and off putting but what had happened in the car was different. I had felt so close to him that it still scared me, as if our essence had mixed. I already felt the prickling again.
"Dean, stop,". Saying it felt so familiar. He cupped my breast underneath the soot covered shirt, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
"We both know begging has never helped you but continue. I like hearing it." He pulled back and looked at me. "Get on the ground."
I looked around. The burning rubble nearby, Caines charred remains and the smell that filled the air made me feel everything but aroused.
"Right here?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yes, I wanna fuck you right here on the tarmac."
Annoyed with my hesitation he simply pushed me down and walked around me.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded.
I complied, telling myself the sooner it starts, the sooner it ends. Without ceremony he kneeled behind me and pulled my pants down. Before he entered me, I felt his hand at the back of my neck pushing me to my elbows.
"That's it, whore and arch your back for me."
He buried himself inside me completely with one hard thrust. His coldness was horrible, and I screamed out. Instinctively I tried to move away from him, but his strong grip on my hips made it impossible. Nevertheless, my disobedience was punished. He gave me a few strong smacks on the ass and pushed me down even further. Now my cheek was resting on the asphalt.
"Such a bad behaved little slut, looks like you have a lot of learning to do." His breathlessness was not an indication of overexertion but a sign of his lust. "I know you fucking love it, I can feel you clenching on my cock."
I hated to admit, that he was right. My body was betraying me, and I couldn't understand why. Once again, my power rushed through my limbs, and I could already see a purple glow beneath my skin. I knew, there were ways for witches and vampires to mingle their powers, but I never thought it would happen this easily. The feeling was overwhelming and all I could do was grit my teeth and press my forehead against the cold hard ground.
He had warmed up inside of me and my body provided the necessary lubrication to ease the friction. His pace was still hard and fast, but I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my mouth. Suddenly he pulled me up by my hair until my back was pressed against his broad chest.
"What was that? Are you ready to admit you like it when I use you like my personal whore?"
I tried to shake my head. His hand in my hair prevented me, the other one creeping down between my legs.
"You can fight it as long as you want, I'll fuck you like you need it." The threat that should have scared me only made my core feel hotter. His hand had reached my clit and was slowly circling it. My scalp hurt, my knees ached, my body felt shattered and used. And yet, drowning everything else out was the lust cursing through me, reaching everywhere. If he kept going I would explode.
Just before the wave of passion could sweep me away, he pushed me back down again. I almost crashed into the ground face first and could only just stop the impact with my hands. That's not what he wanted:
"All the way down," he hissed. Somewhere in my cloudy mind a voice of reason tried to pull me back from the edge. I drowned it out. My face pressed to the ground I arched my back. His groan told me, that that's what he wanted.
"Can you come like this? Do I even have to touch your clit or do I just need to tell you you're my whore?" I couldn't answer, my climax overwhelmed me. Purple lightening was dancing over my skin. I felt him spilling inside of me and the lighting got blinding.
He didn't pull out but simply collapsed on top of me. I could even feel him take a breath, a rarity. Still purple sparks were tumbling through my hair and crackling between our bodies.
"Please get off, I'm going to suffocate."
To my surprise he complied, rolling beside me on his back. As the haze of lust was fading away, reality came crushing back. What had I done? I turned on my back as well und pulled my pants up. Out of the corner of my eye, I could feel him looking at me.
"How many more times do you think it will take until you beg me to fuck you?"
I turned my head to look at him.
"I'll start begging you to fuck me, when begging you to stop is gonna show an effect."
He grinned.
"Let's make a bet. I say, you'll beg me before that." He quickly got to his feet and extended his hand to me. I was surprised at the gesture.
"And what does the winner get?" I asked when I was back on my feet.
"Whatever I want," he replied laughing.
"Well, its not really fair though. You can make me say anything you want with enough torture."
"I know, that's the point. Lets go looking for that head. I'll even get myself a house with a fireplace just to hang him above it.