XeniaI walk away without turning back as tears begin to blur my vision. This has to be a joke, a nightmare. There’s no way I let my guard down for someone to completely deceive me like this. Did Aiden put him up to this? I half expect someone to pop out with a candid camera, but it never happens. To make matters worse, he hasn’t even come after me. I mean, there was no calming me down now and I wouldn’t listen to anything he has to say. The damage has been done. But he was really just going to allow me to walk away all alone in the middle of the night like this? He drove me here. He knows I have no way home. I’m just in complete shock at his actions. The kiss we shared and the way he made me feel… I thought it was meaningful. Did something happen during our date or had he planned this all along? What had I done wrong? Now I’m analyzing every single thing. No. No. I can’t go there. It wasn’t me. He’s obviously just some sick, sadistic, asshat. Probably one of those predators that gets

DemetriusI’m in another one of my moods again. After that interaction with her, I decide not to go home. I can’t go back to the house that she had just been in days before lying on my couch and in my guest room with her scent sprinkled all over the place like air freshener.I’m in my office back at the mansion of my coven sitting at my desk feeling like I never left intent on killing someone, and Aiden is at the top of my list. I mull over what’s happened the last few days still in a state of disbelief.The evening of our date when I attempted to command her and disappear from her life haunted me. The look in her eyes, the way I watched the desire and need for me change into pure hatred was burned into my mind. I never expected to feel this way. I had been preparing to separate from her, and yet when it happened, the way in which it happened was weighing on me. If I had felt darkness and despair before, it had now been intensified. I knew I could not follow her and pretend like nothi

DemetriusI’m having déjà vu as I rush through the streets with her in my passenger seat unconscious, except this time things are a little different. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t screwed up, she’d never be out there alone at this time of night. I was right. I had sent her over the edge, and I’m sure the little stunt I pulled earlier was the final push. Why else would she be involved in such risky behavior? Walking around alone in the middle of the night as if she had not been attacked just days prior? What was she thinking? I warned her. I told her to be more careful. Dammit. I’m blaming her when I just admitted this was my fault. “Fuck!” I yell slamming my hand against the steering wheel. An equal mix of anger and fear have begun to consume me. Her heart’s beating steadily. She’ll be okay. She’s already healed. That’s not the issue. It’s something else, something bad. So damn bad.I was on my way to her apartment willing to beg for her forgiveness with an overwhelming craving li

My movements are beastly as I continue fucking her fast and hard with my eyes blazing red and a newfound hunger. She finally breaks away from my kiss and looks up to me. Her eyes widen, but to my surprise she’s not scared out of her mind like she should be. She tilts her head sideways examining me quizzically. “Your eyes.” Her hand goes up to my face again almost lovingly like she’s entranced, like she can see past the facade of a beast, like she’s falling hard just as I have. She should be concerned. She should back away, but she doesn’t. It’s almost as if she’s intrigued. Instead, she wraps her thighs around either side of my head surprising me again and opening her body up to me even more allowing me to go deeper, a challenge I will gladly accept. This woman… I think she is made for me. They way I’m feeling right now is indescribable. I never want to come down from this high that she provides. Seconds later our orgasms collide simultaneously exploding over the edge like an endles

DemetriusEven though I assumed as much, the words still sting. I stand at her door after I walked out leaning my head against it contemplating if I should go back in and try to explain further, but then I hear what she said. She hates me. I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve completely disrupted her life. She’s right, it was selfish of me to take a piece of her only to reveal all of this after. I just wanted the experience to be innocent without any of the overbearing negativity of the truth. I wanted it to be special, to mean something. And to me it did… it still does. I thought so for her as well, but that may be ruined now. Being with her had been better than I ever could have imagined, and I don’t regret it at all. I will accept the egomaniacal aspect of my actions. But knowing how she feels about me now, it bothers me, and I can feel the anger brewing inside again. This cursed life I’m forced to live once again has intruded upon any sort of complacency I felt. In that time that I was