Brothers

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How could she kill him? After all they had been through. It was Michael. Her Michael! But he was mad! He was chasing her like a wild thing and she was leading him away from the humans. If she had not arrived at that exact moment they would all be dead. All sixteen of them. It was a group of children! Probably girl scouts or something. There were a few adults there and Michael had cornered three of the girls as they searched innocently for some berries. They would never be the same three girls. Their minds scarred by the image of a monster. Glistening black skin swelling with unnatural muscle, two rows of long fangs dripping saliva, black talon-tipped fingers reaching for them… If their minds even accepted what they had seen their nights would be plagued with nightmares for who knows how long. Perhaps they would never enter the woods again.

Selene had arrived just as he reached for one of the fear-frozen girls. Finally their screams ripped forth and echoed through the forest. The adults were coming. Selene felt no fear of her lover as she knocked the child from his grasp and shoved the monster roughly aside. “Michael!” She cried, but got only an enraged growl in return as he leaped at her. She moved easily out of his path and ran. She ran as if her life depended on it… Perhaps Michael’s life actually did…

The screams of children echoed in her ears and for a split second she thought that Michael had not followed her. That she had foolishly left him back there to feast on the helpless children. It was a mistake to turn her head a fraction to look back because she connected solidly with what she hoped was a tree but knew it was not. A tree’s arms do not close around you like a vice. She lost her breath in a rush as he crushed her body in his arms, his growls echoing in her ears. “Michael, please!” She managed to rasp out. His chest was heaving against hers. His eyes were frightening. She found she could drown in the blackness of them. As he stared at her face his hold loosened. She was not food, he realized. Someone shouted back the way they had come. His head flicked in that direction and his body tensed even more. “Don’t make me kill you…” She whispered, leaning toward his ear. She knew at that instant that she would kill him if he attacked those little girls.

The fools were coming after her! The children had probably said that a woman had saved them from the monster. Michael’s hold was loosening even more as he listened for his prey. With one easy move, she was away from him. He made no move to pursue her, only dropped down into a crouch, waiting. Selene circled him, her black boots making no sound on the soft forest floor. She did not wear her leather armor tonight. Tonight she was dressed as any human. No wonder the child thought to try and help her. She looked like any young woman in jeans and a black tank top.

With a little growl of her own, Selene caught hold of Michael’s hair and yanked his head back. He turned on her instantly and she punched him twice in the face. His head snapped back and they stood starring at each other bodies tense. It was like he didn’t know her. She stopped his next movement with a hard kick to his side and then his thigh. It knocked him back and he came at her, enraged. His talon’s sliced into her side and she began to back up wishing she had her guns. That’s what she gets for trying to play at Michael’s stupid idea of living among the humans. “How can pretend to be human? Look at you! When was the last time you fed? How long have you been lying to me about it?” She yelled at him. The human’s were getting closer. His eyes had narrowed in on the wound he had caused, the scent of her blood in the air. Suddenly he was on her, his arms wrapped about her legs. He brought her down on her back hard and she screamed at him as he tore the tank top from her body, baring her breasts and pale torso. Her fist crashed into the side of his head, forcing him off a bit, but he literally shook it off and clamped his mouth the her bleeding side, his own hands coming up to block her blows.

Selene screamed, half in a rage herself as he tore at her jeans, his mouth moving up her body. She shivered but screamed again as he bit into her wrist suddenly. A rush of wind hit them and Selene suddenly knew she was naked… Or at least he had torn enough of her jeans and his away to gain access. Now his hardness pushed against her and she brought her feet up to his hips in an attempt to hold him off. She ended up making it easier for him as he held onto her wrist like a lifeline, his fangs tearing her flesh as he swallowed her blood.

Selene gasped as he pushed inside her suddenly, then screamed, angry at her helplessness. How dare he treat her like some weak human that he can take and fuck and feed off as he pleased! Her eyes dimmed to an icy blue as her anger took hold. She leaned forward and dug her fangs into his shoulder. It was not often that she used her fangs as a weapon. She was better than that. Better than some animal. The only response to her attack was a deep moan from the monster sucking on her wrist. He pushed further into her, and then began to move his hips. Selene bucked under him, shoving at him with her free hand. He was taking too much. She could feel the blood being drained from her followed by that horrible burning she knew so well. “Stop, Michael! You must, you’re taking too much!!” She wailed and suddenly he released her wrist and came up over her, his lips dripping with her blood. He leaned over her, his hair falling into her face, holding her arms down as he moved inside her again and again. His lips against her neck, his tongue moving over her, then sliding into her mouth. Her head was spinning. He had never used his strength against her before. She fought the pleasure of his touch, but this was her Michael. Her lover… Ice starred into endless black as he released her arms and sat up between her legs, still partially clad in torn jeans, his hands on her hips as he thrust hard into her, nearing his climax. Selene’s hands crawled up his dark arms as she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. Her thighs gripped his waist as she inched closer to her own climax. He was so good at that, she would admit. Still she fought the pleasure until she could no more. The orgasm hit her shortly after his, as he thrust madly into her, his head back and his moans turning to growls. She cried out, unable to contain herself as she peaked and the world burst into white hot pleasure… Then nothing….