Feb. 11.2021Lyra. Still not having enough of each other, Lyra managed to detach herself from him. Yes, what they had was otherworldly but it could not be continued. She'd had that moment with him, the one he'd made her crave, the one she'd willingly, readily let herself crave.But even through the sexual haze the little bit of sanity she had left probed her conscience and she knew it couldn't be continued. He'd been away and she'd crawl back to her room.She'd wanted more, she'd wished it'll all never end but still it wasn't right. She'd selfishly wanted what wasn't hers, not thinking of how Shannon might feel if she'd ever find out. Now that they'd finally gotten what they'd wanted from each other, surely the whole thing would end and they could go back to been a boss and an employee.She'd contemplated telling Kat but every time she'd

Walking to an abandoned cemetery in an hidden part of Ocean city he checked the address in the paper to be sure he was at the right place. The light from the full moon hovering above him accentuated the hues of the sculptures and statues casting their faint gloomy shadows. "Where are you? Lyra has been taken!" He rasped frustrated when the number he'd dialed went through.  "What?! By who?!" Angelus replied.  "Damien," "What are you going to do?" He questioned worriedly.  He spoke determinedly with fury rolling through him, "Find her and kill him." Before his brother could say more he pressed the red button ending the call.  The almost rusted iron black gates in front of him had turned a shade of brown and had been eaten by cobwebs and infested by weeds, an eriee fog engulfed the whole area which seemed desolate and abandoned. He pulled apart the rusted padlock that fell off in no time before proceeding to undo the s

had been nearly an hour since Marcellus had watched Lyra breathe her last. Paled, he groaned in agony. The witch had stopped making him bleed and his brother now held a wooden stake.  Her sweet savory blood permeated the air one last time, her death weakened him—destroyed him on the inside. He had no plans for her to die—well, not by another man's hand except his. He hadn't given her permission to die, yet she did.  "You...killed her." "The same way you killed Shannon. Though I did it a tad bit too much, Shannon still lives but this innocent woman is dead. All because of you." He smirked.  Because of him. He'd killed her. Her blood was on his hands. He could never forgive himself. It was all his fault. Maybe, just maybe if he'd stayed back home he'd have kept her safe. Hell, if he had not kept her for his selfish purposes she'd still be alive. He failed. Failed. Again.  "What are you waiting for? Kill me."  Dam

Feb. 20.2021 Two days ago. A truck driver passed by only to spot a naked woman at the other side of the road, he drove on but unable to leave her there he turned back. Dropping from the vehicle he rushed over to where she sat her arms wrapped around her knees her head buried between her thighs she sobbed. "Are ya alright lady?" The middle aged man who seemed to be in his fourties asked. She lifted not her face but continued to sob. "What is a woman like you doing naked by the roadside? Do you need help? Are you lost?" He reached out his hands to touch her but suddenly she let out an eerie laughter which nearly made him stumble back in fear. When she lifted up her head and glowered at him the flames in her eyes burned brightly. He staggered back, "what...what are you?

Opening her eyes she sighed; having gotten used to losing consciousness and waking up. She noticed her boots and jacket had been taken off, her throat felt dry and parched like the sand in the Sahara desert, spotting the jar of water on the table she dragged herself over, fectched herself a glass. Downing the first, she fetched herself a second and when she reached her third, the door to her room opened and a worried, shirtless Marcellus walked in. "Marcellus," she rushed over to him, throwing her arms around him. He let out a sigh, stroking her back gently he pulled her closer into his cold embrace. "I'm so sorry for letting you go through all these. I should have been there for you. I should have—" "—Marcellus," she cut in, nuzzling her nostrils into his skin her tongue dashed out to taste his skin. "I want you like, now." Her arousal flared and her core throbbed a