Snippets from 'Interesting Times'

N: ... Am I the only one that thinks I suck at naming things? O.o
(And NO, I don't hate David, I love him to bits! ...But sometimes he's a jackass)

Blood play, Knife play, Fear play, Hurt/Comfort live in this Chapter... If you get squicked by such things... Eerm... Why are you reading my Fic? *laugh*
Seriously though... this one is a bit worse about it than my other fics.

I'll shut up now so you can read.

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I lay in bed, blinking up at the ceiling, my whole world is Pain, radiating from my left shoulder and side, I roll over carefully onto my right side, hissing quietly in pain as I do before gathering my courage and pulling myself to sit upright on the edge of my bed. After a long moment I carefully stagger to my feet, holding my left arm delicately to my side.

How DARE he...' I snarl mentally, 'Just because I told my LIFE LONG friend and sister in all but blood as well as my Girlfriend about my life, and about THEM without his 'permission'...' I gasp in pain as I dig a old medical bottle out of my nightstand drawer and pop it open before swallowing two of the pills in it.

'Just because I told the two people I TRUST in the world, he claws me up and dislocates my damn shoulder! His only parting remark? 'You had BETTER hope to god they don't pull anything stupid, If either of them so much as THINKS of risking us or the information you have given them, I will Kill them... Think on that...' The bastard then snarled at me and added that I 'should be better in a day or so'... Fuck you, David!'

I walk unsteadily over to the fridge and pull out a cold soda, after a few failed attempts to pop it open I use a butter knife to help, I spend a few moments gulping the soda and thinking, only in passing noticing the pain the soda causes to swallow on my scratchy throat. I spend the night crying from the pain and devoid of the comfort Marko or Paul would have given.

Dwayne helped dress my wounds and set my shoulder, but then he was gone, off to talk to David, or so he said. I'm inclined to believe him because of his tone... He didn't seem pleased with their leader.

Now neither am I.

'Twice I warned him, I don't give a flying fuck if he has a problem with something I do, he can tell me and I will try my damnedest to resolve or fix it... But TWICE I warned him not to EVER fucking touch me like that without asking. You don't scratch me, You don't bite me, and you sure as HELL don't break me without permission!'

I gulp down the last of the soda, before finally looking over my wounds from the night before in the dim light of the kitchen, deep scratches adorn my shoulders and down my left arm, from what I can see of my left shoulder, the side and back have deep purple bruises, and there are twin punctures on my wrist, I glare at them pointedly. They weren't there when I passed out.

'THE HELL?!? Who BIT me?!'

I growl at the kitchen floor, my hands curling into fists, nails biting into my palms, the new anger makes me shake and feel dizzy from the pain and blood loss on top of everything, I stagger forward and the dizziness makes me fall, instinctively I thrust out both arms to catch my fall, but my left arm collapses and I shriek in pain, curling into a ball around my arm, all I can do is whimper for the longest time, how long, I'm not sure, but the effects of the Painkillers I took earlier are starting to kick in as I carefully sit up.

The world starts to take on the soft fuzzy coating that GOOD painkillers provide, and I stagger to my feet, the barest hint of an idea coming to mind, potentially a game, maybe something more serious, possibly the way to finally make David understand.

I smirk to myself, and I don't need to see it to know that my look promises pain, I have never followed through with anything like this, never played quite this serious or harsh, but the situation calls for it, I nod to myself and walk over and shut myself in the bathroom. After several long moments spent washing away dried blood from the night before, I let myself back out and for once I look around my apartment, oddly for once it is empty, I glare briefly at the chair David normally sleeps in before turning to my closet, I pull out one of my pairs of black leather pants and clip my keys to a belt loop on them, within minutes I have removed my PJ pants and pulled on the leather ones. I glance absently at the clock, noting the time but not paying attention before walking out, closing the door behind me and locking it before walking down the hall, I pause thoughtfully in front of the door to my favorite dungeon room, I take a breath and steady myself, my thoughts a confused mix of concern, worry, anger, and a burning desire to put him in his place, as I open the door and slip into the room. I let the door fall shut behind me as I look around, It only takes me a few minutes to arrange the room how I need it, lighting only enough candles to see by, setting several sets of heavy iron cuffs close at hand, chain, a few knives and my glass studded cat o' nine tails, all within reach of each other next to the wall with several heavy anchor points on it. I then slip out of the room and back to my own room, it takes several minutes of digging through old boxes of stuff, kept around from my younger days, it takes me several long minutes before I find what I was looking for, a small vial of innocent looking water that itches to hold, it has an innocent black and white sticker with a cross on it, I also carefully pull out the next object.

'Lots of memories, me sitting there joking with a group of friends, absently carving a stick of cherry wood with an overly sharp knife, 'what the heck are you doing' that was from Julie, I motion to the TV with the stick, 'too many hours spent watching 'Buffy', Plus I find it funny...' I snickered, 'besides, you never know if one might be needed!'... She had laughed at me... I won't use it for it's intended purpose... not exactly...'

I grip the sharp cherry wood stake and smile darkly.

'A little fear might do him some good... I have never before had much interest in Fear Play beyond knives, and I have not been interested in doing it to someone... Until now... Always thought it 'too extreme' or never found the person I thought could handle it... Hell it sure as hell wouldn't work on the others... But for David it just might...'

I tuck the stake carefully into my back pocket, the vial of water next to it before shoving the box it came from back into the closet, then I turn and leave the apartment, locking the door before walking downstairs to check for Julie, Gwynn or any of the others that live in the apartments.

Once I get downstairs I glance around the bar, Julie is sitting at a table near the bar, smoking a cigarette from a fresh pack of my vanilla cigarettes, she also has a bottle of expensive scotch open in one hand, when I walk into the room, the sound of my bare feet on the floor makes her jump, spilling a few drops of scotch from the bottle onto her, she glances sharply up to look at me.

"Oh, thank god it's only you..." She shivers and sets down the bottle.

"Yah... Do I dare ask what happened to you?" I walk over and sit at the table with her, pulling the vial of water from my pocket before I do.

"David is a right bastard, you know that?" I nod at her shaky words, twirling the vial between my fingers.

"Yah... I presume he had some form of 'words' with you?" She nods at my words and takes a gulp of scotch. "And where's Gwynn?" I inquire sharply.

"She's in one of the spare apartments sleeping, He didn't talk to her... He do that to you?" She points to my arm, I nod wordlessly, but am slightly reassured by her mention of Gwynn. "That bastard!" She snarls.

"What did he do that got you so scared?" I ask quietly, my tone very quiet and dangerous. 'No one fucks with mine...'

"Well..." Julie looks at me cautiously and cringes at my all to familiar tone, "Before I tell you, you need to swear to me that you won't do anything... stupid... he may be a complete bastard and deserve whatever painful demise you would plot, but you have been noting but happy for the first time in YEARS since they showed up. Swear to me you won't do anything stupid and I'll tell you..." She takes another gulp of scotch.

I take a long moment to think over her words, it only adds resolve to my idea and I shrug.

"I will promise that I won't kill him, he didn't hurt you, and I don't think he would hurt Gwynn, so that's not even a thought... But I won't promise any more or less than that..." My voice is even and low.

"Okay..." She licks her lips and nods hesitantly, taking a long gulp of Scotch before adding, "Pretty much, he threatened me if I ever told anyone what I knew, about you... and them... He shoved me around a bit, but nothing that even left marks..." She takes another gulp of scotch before continuing, "Pretty creative with his threats... Disturbingly detailed as well..."

"Is that all?" I watch how she is gulping the scotch and pull it away from her, standing to grab a glass from the bar and filling it and handing the glass to her. "No more or you will be sick..." She nods to me.

"More or less..." She hesitates.

"Meaning more? Or less?" I lean forward and peer at her curiously as she takes a drag of the stolen cigarette. "And since when do you smoke?" She coughs.

"Since that bastard threatened me, and before you work up to asking, No, he didn't threaten more than my life..." She draws a shaky breath and glances at me curiously. "But... How do you deal with it when he is all... Pissed off and growly?"

"Hmmm..." I steal her glass of scotch and take as small sip thoughtfully. "Don't know... I just do..." I shrug. "I guess it's my personality, he just pisses me off more than upsets or scare me... Until last night..." My voice drops to a whisper at my last words.

"He threatened us to you?" She looks thoughtful. "You have never taken that well... Nearly killed a guy when you were 13 for threatening me..." She smiles softly. "Remember?"

"Yah..." My voice is soft with the memory. "Sent the jerk through a window before you and my mother pulled me away..." She nods.

"And you told me that night, you would have killed him if it made me happy... You also said I was your 'unofficial' sister." She looks amused.

"That hasn't changed... Never will..."

"That's good..." She smiles for the fist time today, as do I.

"So... On that note, I have already made my promise, but what would make you happy about this? Reassure you?" She pauses at my tone, knowing I would break a promise and even hurt myself to keep her safe, as with any of my friends or loved ones. But the look she gets as she thinks, I know she realizes this.

"That... Is a tough question..." She looks concerned for a long moment before nodding. "You know better than I do, how to hurt people, how to make them fear you... Do your best, and most importantly? Make him fear and respect you... He needs it." She hesitates. "Before he pushes you too far, or me... I've seen some of the marks that I know aren't the other's fault... Get respect from him before he turns you into a kicked puppy, only fit to be a pet..." Her words sting and flinch at them, I open my mouth to snap at her, but pause and think over my words first.

"Damn, girl... You always know what to say to get ideas through, don't you?" I run my fingers through my hair.

"Yah, well... I've seen first hand what people like him can do to you... I helped put you back together after that, and it killed some part of me to do it, to see you so... broken... Or do I need to get Gwynn and Jax to back me up for you to listen." I wince.

"No... No... I know, and I've been thinking of doing something about it since day one, he just never gave me reason..." I run my fingers through my hair again in irritation.

"Well, there ya go, get him and prove a point, make him respect you, I know you were likely thinking it before, but before you fucking change your mind or wuss out because you care for him, DO something about it... For yourself as well as me and Gwynn..." I nod at her words, wincing at her harsh language.

"Yah... In fact I have just the idea..." I nod absently. "And no worries, I won't change my mind or wuss out..." I snap. She nods in a pleased way.

"Good... Now go get my keys back and fix this..." She waves absently toward the stairs. "David took my keys and they took my damn apartment for the day..." She scowls in a displeased way.

"So that's were they disappeared to?" I look amused and shake my head.

"Yah..." She crinkles her nose in annoyance. "And god help them if they got my apartment dirty, I JUST cleaned it!" I laugh at that.

"I would hope that wouldn't be an issue... But, I'll replace anything that needs it..." I nod.

"Ok, Now shoo... Go see to whatever havoc I know you are plotting."

"I suppose..." I fake a reluctant tone and she smacks me.

"I know you have likely been plotting something for some time... Have fun."

I nod and grin wickedly at her as I stand, I walk over to the staircase and am about to walk up them when her voice stops me.

"Be careful with that." I am briefly confused and then realize she means the stake in my back pocket.

"No kidding... Wouldn't want anyone to fall on it."

She makes a concerned noise but doesn't say anything as I head up the stairs, Once there I head to my apartment and grab her spare key, I stop by the dungeon to grab a pair of titanium shackles, I caress the anodized blue metal as I walk toward Julie's apartment, thinking over my options and vague plan as I quietly unlock the door, open it just enough to let me in and close it lightly behind me.

'How am I going to do this?! What if he wakes up?'

I slip the keys into my pocket, having left Julie's spare key in the door for the moment as I look around the room.

'Just have to cuff him first and see how it goes from there... Good thing this floor doesn't have windows in the hallway!'

David is asleep on the living room couch, I peek into the bedrooms, Dwayne is sleeping in the spare room and there are heavy blankets nailed over the window, Marko and Paul are sleeping on opposite sides of Julie's king size bed, I cringe at seeing the blankets nailed over her window as well.

'Julie is going to yell about that for a week...'

I slink quietly back into the living room, my bare feet making little sound on the thick carpet as I walk over to David, I look him over and can't help the annoyance I get.

'Why the hell does he have to look so... Peaceful?'

I growl very quietly under my breath and check the clock on Julie's VCR, still a few hours till sundown, I sigh and then look back to David.

'Now or never...'

I let myself think over the now dulled pain and humiliation from the night before, as well as the sight of Julie when I walked down the stairs, and my resolve returns. I carefully reach down and slip the first cuff over his wrist and clip it closed and lock it, tense with fear, when he doesn't react I carefully clip the other one onto him and lock it, sitting back on my heels to consider how to move him.

'I shouldn't drag him, it might wake him up... Hell, moving him might do that... Nothing to do but try to pick him up and see, if he wakes up I can drag him anyway... If he doesn't, I'll figure it out from there...'

I carefully eye the position he is sleeping in, laying on his back on the couch, hands resting lightly on his chest, legs straight out. I shrug and carefully adjust him so I can try to lift him, I hook my arms under his and lift him mostly off the couch, watching him as best I can to be sure he's not awake, he stirs briefly when I move him off the couch and his feet hit the floor, I freeze and he goes back to sleeping. After a tense moment I drag him to the door this way, it takes me a moment to fight with the door, but I somehow manage to get it open, us both out the door and then close and lock it behind us.

I'm not sure how I managed it once, but I somehow manage it again when I get to the door to the dungeon, I clasp the mid-length chains around his wrists to one of the heavy anchors on the wall, before wandering over and locking the door from the inside, I then wander over, pull the vial and stake from my pocket, and sit on the floor a few feet from were I have him propped up against the wall, he still appears to be sleeping soundly so I adjust the items next to me, gathering the others as I sit and wait.

After what seems like forever I crawl to my feet and adjust the place I clipped his restraints to, lower to the ground but giving him less reach by taking up the slack in the chain, happy with my adjustment I go back to my spot on the floor to wait.

I idly brush my hands over the various items next to me, the few knives of various metals, the glass vial of water, the wooden stake, I linger on that one, tracing my fingertips over it with reverence, I then pick up the glass laced cat o' nine tails, I run my fingers lightly through the tassels. After a moment I jerk my hand back at the sharp pain, and watch as blood wells up from several small cuts on my hand, I smirk as I get an idea, I set aside the Cat and crawl over to David, I crouch over him for a moment, gathering a small pool of blood in my palm before dipping a finger into it, then tracing my blood over his lips, I set back on my heels lightly. After the briefest second, his nose crinkles slightly and then he smirks and licks his lips, I set back a little farther and watch him, after the longest time, he blinks up at me in a confused way, his eyes are startlingly blue and beautiful, I smirk as I quickly stand and step back from him, stopping were I know to be only just out of reach. He looks around him, noting first the restraints as he hesitantly sits up, he then looks around the room, he freezes slightly at seeing the decorations and the few lit candles near by.

"So this is what the other room looks like..." His tone is deceptively light, I glare at him and don't respond, he seems content with that for now as he looks around.

I walk over to the wall by the door and grab a pair of scissors off a peg there, then slink back over to stand in front of him.

"Are you going to be good, or are we going to fight about this?" I ask him, he raises an eyebrow at me in amused curiosity.

"About what?"

"That..." I point to his shirt with the scissors. "You are loosing your shirt weather you like it or not."

"Why?" I smirk at his question but remain silent, he shrugs. "Want to find out?" He challenges.

This time my look is dark, but faintly amused, I figure I have a 50/50 chance in regards to his reaction, I step lightly forward with the scissors, tense but not showing it as I wonder if he will try to grab me or let me cut his shirt off him out of curiosity, I am mildly surprised, but don't show it, when he just sits there with his arms at his sides. I crouch down and shove his jacket down his arms, it pools at his wrists above the restraints, I look him over before bringing the scissors up, cutting across the tops of the sleeves of his shirt and then down the front, he smirks as I unstuck his shirt and rip the rest with my hands, letting his shredded shirt fall from my hands, I look him over again and my breath catches slightly, he takes the moment to lean forward and grab my shoulders roughly, digging his nails in.

At the overwhelming pain from him crushing the fresh bruises, I yelp loudly and fall to my knees, black spots filling my vision from the pain, he leans forward and nibbles on my collarbone and I hiss at him through the pain.

"Let me go, or all the pain in the world won't compare to what I can do..." He whispers in my ear, I growl quietly in response before fighting back the pain, I bring up my hands, the pain making it easy to sharpen my nails to claws, I rest my hands on his chest as I appear to consider his words, after a second I dig my nails into his chest and rake them down sharply, he growls and drops his hands from my shoulders in pain and I jump back out of reach.

"No, you are not going anywhere..." I growl as I crouch out of reach, he looks over the deep scratches on his chest.

"Not bad... But I can do worse."

"I don't doubt you can..." I grin evilly and lick his blood off my fingertips. "But so can I..."

"I don't think so..."

I snicker and walk back over to my items, tucking the stake back into my pocket and pulling my shirt down to cover it without him seeing it, I then grab up a knife and the vial as well as the glass studded cat o' nine tails, I tuck the knife and vial into a front pocket and hold the 'cat' in my left hand as I watch him for a moment.

"Want to know something interesting?" He doesn't respond, I continue anyway. "The up sides of knowing someone how know engineering..." I walk over to the wall next to him but out of reach. "...Adjustable restraint anchor points..." I grab the peg that is just out of his reach, press a button next to it and slide the anchor point over, he growls and tries to fight me, but I manage to get the peg pulled over a few spaces, he kneels on the floor and glares at me, the restraints on his wrists pulling his arms so they can no longer rest at his sides, it's no more than a few inches, but it means that he can no longer grab me if I stand in front of him, I smirk.

"Now what?" He growls, I shrug and carefully move to stand in front of him, avoiding him easily when he attempts to grab me.

"Now I have my fun..." He looks annoyed and leans back against the wall.

I watch him for a moment and play with the tassels on the 'cat' a bit, before stretching and then stepping forward, I run the tassels lightly across his chest, leaving light pink lines from the glass bits, David smirks at me and then tilts his head back and closes his eyes as-if bored, I play like this a few more seconds and then take a half step back. Switching the 'cat' to my right hand, I then pull my arm back and swipe it across his chest with more strength than I have ever let myself put behind it before, at the bottom of the arch of the tails, I reverse the motion and slash it across his chest in the opposite direction, he tenses and hisses at the sudden pain, he blinks up at me, his eyes dark with the pain and anger, I smirk at him and he growls, I carefully drop the 'cat' onto the floor.

"That get your attention?" I slip the knife from my pocket, and step toward him, he nods wordlessly. "Good... Let's see if I can keep it..." I expertly flick open the folding blade and then spend a minute watching the blood drip down his chest, before tracing the tip of the blade across his shoulders, leaving a pink trail, only barely not drawing blood.

I trail the blade over his arms and shoulders for a long time, gradually increasing the pressure, I cut fancy spiral patterns up his arms, watching the blood drip down. The blood drips down his arms and soaks into his jacket sleeves at his wrists, when I start cutting patterns lightly into his chest, he hisses and tries to draw back at the first cut, only pressing himself against the wall more firmly, when I start decorating the spiral in the center of his chest with little s shapes and star burst patterns he growls quietly, I pull back to admire my work. Visually tracing the spirals up his arms, across his shoulders and down to the main one in the center of his chest, following the pattern before I look up at him, I am pleased to note the faint tremor of pain in his shoulders as well as the pained look in his eyes, I watch a drop of blood trail down his chest. I flick closed the knife and pocket it, before leaning down and licking the trail of blood up to were it started near his collarbone, he hisses and presses his shoulders against the wall as hard as he can, his hands closing to fists, I watch this all with the barest amusement. I sit back on my heels and he collapses to his knees, falling as forward as the chains will allow, before leaning back against the wall, I lean forward again and lick one of the spirals on his shoulder, cleaning it of blood and watching more well up, listening to him hiss at the pain of it and wondering if he gets any pleasure from it like I do?

'Probably not this second... But maybe...' I ponder before moving to stand, I walk over to one of the tall dressers, open a drawer and pull out a white washcloth, before closing it and walking back over to David.

"What now?" He is eying me cautiously.

"Before I go any further, I will tell you this and let you think about it..." I pause as I kneel in front of him and pull the small vial out of my pocket. "NEVER... Threaten my friends again... and never hurt me without asking. If you ask, I _Like_ pain, I will say yes, but don't take the choice away from me... And NEVER threaten what is mine..." I uncap the vial and set the small cap aside.

He opens his mouth to say something, but I clamp my hand over his mouth, stopping him before pulling my hand away quickly.

"Never... Because... My JOB is pain, it comes naturally to me to do, and I am... creative when cornered..." David stares at the small vial with a mix of curiosity and wariness, I turn it in my hand so he can see the small sticker.

"You wouldn't!!" He looks up at me in shock.

"This, from the guy who was promising pain, not to long ago?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I was just doing what needed doing to protect myself and my pack." He murmurs.

"No... You have watched me, and I'm guessing you know people as well as I do... I would never risk my own..." I pull the knife out of my pocket, flick it open and cut my arm. "We share the same blood, I could no more endanger that than I could let Julie or Gwynn fall to harm... YOU were hasty... And you have been taking advantage of me, hurting me when you had no need... I am Sub to no one I don't allow, and you haven't earned that yet... You want to? You ASK, You have a problem with me or mine, TELL me." I growl quietly.

"I can do that, just..." He trails off at my dark look.

"No, you will listen and think..."

Without pausing to let him respond, I tilt the vial slightly and pour a single drop onto his left shoulder, watching as the holy water burns him, he yelps and pulls away violently as I watch the small plume of smoke curl from the droplet, I carefully pour another drop onto his left collarbone, he whimpers and again tries to pull away. Out of curiosity I touch a fingertip to the moist edge of the vial, it burns like I just touched a hot ember but does not leave a mark on me, I dab away what is left of the two drops of water with the cloth, he whimpers quietly but doesn't pull away. Again I tilt the vial and let a drop fall onto his left shoulder, his yelp is louder this time and he snarls and glares at me, I shrug and add a fourth and fifth drop, he nearly cries out but stops himself and bites his bottom lip, before collapsing to sit on the floor, letting his arms be lifted slightly more by the chains as he sits there. I watch a small droplet of blood trace it's way from the cuts his fangs made to his chin, after a moment of hesitating, I lean forward and lick the trail of blood away, kissing him softly, he nips me sharply and I jerk back with a laugh. David watches me cautiously as I eye the vial, it is only half full, I then carefully pat his shoulder with the cloth.

"This... Is really going to hurt..." I smirk and then I up end the vial on the front of his shoulder, watching the holy water drip over his chest and down his back, He shrieks and squirms away from the pain, after a second I pat the traces of holy water away with the cloth, wrapping the vial in the cloth and setting it aside, I lightly trace the burns with my fingertips.

David twitches and tries to jerk away at my touch, whimpering very quietly when he can't get away, I pull back and watch him for a moment, when he finally looks at me, there is the sheen of unshed tears in his eyes.

"Hurt?" I pet his hair lightly, he nods wordlessly, "Good... Want me to stop?" he nibbles his bottom lip at my question then nods. "Maybe..." Is my only comment.

I sit back on my heels and watch him, watch as the emotions at his thoughts show for once, I take a deep breath and then pull the stake from my pocket, holding it for him to see, his eyes widen in shock and he scrambles to back up, but can't due to the wall.

"What should I do with you?" I murmur.

"Can't listen to a basic request, has been nothing but cruel to me, abused me and my care..." I trace the tip of the stake across his shoulders with my words.

"Scares my friends..." I trace it down his chest, he watches me with fear, I am pleased that he can't repress the faint shiver from his terror.

"Interrupts my bar..." I trace the sharp tip through one of the burns left from the holy water, he winces but can't look away.

I sigh wistfully.

"Love, hate. Like, dislike. Trust, distrust. Respect me or don't... Pick one, you can't have both... Not with me." I rest the point of the stake over his heart, tracing an unseen spiral. David looks up at me for once, there is true fear in his eyes, he licks his lips nervously, and I am shocked by the unexpected thrill I get at seeing him so afraid of me, I shiver at the intensity of it.

"Respect is tricky to get from me..." He whispers, "But... you have it. And I will keep that in mind." He watches me cautiously.

I spend a moment looking undecided and thoughtful.

After a long moment, David watching me nervously the entire time, I sit back on my heels and move the stake away from his chest, he sighs and relaxes slightly, still watching me warily.

"And in return, you have my Respect and my trust now... See to it that you don't break either."

I stand and walk over to my supplies and start cleaning the knife and Cat o' nine tails before putting them away, along with the other items I did not use, I can feel David watching me as I do and I don't mind, I throw away the empty vial and cap, along with the wash cloth, both of us jump slightly at the sound of a knock on the door. I walk over to answer it but David's quiet voice makes me stop.

"It's Dwayne..." I freeze at his words and look at him curiously.

"How do you know?" He smirks at my question.

"To quote someone you think of far too often... 'It is within my power to do...'..." I laugh at his words and shake my head.

"Are you comparing me to that homicidal child now?" I ponder aloud. "Or maybe yourself to him?" David laughs but otherwise says nothing. I smirk.

"Don't make me get the scissors again..." His laughter at least quiets at that.

I walk over to the door, unlock it and crack it open cautiously and peek out, only slightly surprised to see that he was right.

"Yah?" I blink at Dwayne.

"Just wondering were you were."

"Oh... I'm in here." Dwayne nods and starts to walk away before turning to ma again.

"You haven't seen David, have you? He wasn't there when we woke up... And I usually wake up first..." I smirk knowingly at his inquiry.

"Maybe..." I shrug, Dwayne looks at me suspiciously and then shrugs and walks off.

I shut and lock the door and then lean back against it laughing quietly, David watches me with amusement, I walk back over to him and kneel down in front of him.

"Now... What to do with you...?"

"Not that it isn't comfortable here." His tone is sarcastic. "But letting me go would be nice..."

"Would it now?" I slide to my knees on the floor and crawl over him, sitting in his lap, my knees pressed against the wall on either side of him.

"It would..." He murmurs, I lean down and lick at some of the slowly drying blood on his shoulder, he tenses up but sighs, I pull back and look at him.

"Alright..." I sigh wistfully. "I suppose..." I pull the keys to the cuffs from my pocket and slowly reach over and unlock the cuffs, first the right and then the left. "Stay here for a second..."

He stretches his arms and watches me curiously as I walk over to a first aid kit, pop it open and grab a bottle of rubbing alcohol, I then pull two washcloths out of the drawer and walk back over to sit in his lap.

"Why do you think I am going to trust you with anything liquid around me, anytime soon?" He looks pointedly at the bottle.

"It's just rubbing alcohol." He laughs and smirks.

"So the label says... But, I don't know..." I blink at him and then slowly an idea clicks into place.

"I take it you want me to find a better way?" I grin slightly, he looks at me.

"That would be nice..." He leans back against the wall. "Especially since you did all that damage..." I smirk and shake my head at him in amusement.

"Oh, I suppose..." I sigh and then laugh in amusement. "Oh, god... I'm never going to live this down if Julie hears, after what she called me..." David look curious. "You ask her, I am not saying!" He smirks and I add as an afterthought. "After you apologize to her..." He sighs and glares at me, I nip one of the burns on his shoulder and he cringes away.

"Ok." I look amused at him for his reluctant sounding agreement.

David slips out of his jacket all the way and looks over his arms, his wrists have scratches from the cuffs digging in, he fought against them a bit too much, up from those are the trails of blood, leading to the cuts across his upper arms, shoulders, and chest. I carefully take his right wrist in my hands and lick at the wounds, clearing them of blood, he sighs and leans back against the wall as I work, I lick the wounds from the cuffs, and then trace the trails of blood up to the cuts, I lick away the traces of blood, only carefully licking the actual wounds, not wanting to intentionally cause them to bleed again. Once his right arm is done I switch to his left, again tracing the wounds from the cuffs, then licking away the trails down his arms from the spiral pattern cuts, carefully tracing those very same cuts with the tip of my tongue, causing David to shiver. I then move down to his chest, licking away the blood trails the trace down, one even goes to his bellybutton, I dip my tongue into his bellybutton after it and glance up at him, he groans and glances down at me, I nip him playfully before following the traces of blood back up to his chest. I trace the spirals on his chest for some time, happily listening to him as he purrs, I then carefully and delicately lick over the burns, crinkling my nose as the traces of holy water burn me, once I am done he sighs in contentment and I nuzzle the left side of his neck.

"By the way..." I murmur against his skin. "Who was it that bit me last night?" I inquire lightly, my tone indifferent but curious, I pull back slightly to peer up at him and show him the bite marks on my wrist.

"I did..." His voice is quiet. "You were asleep, but you seemed to like it well enough." I curl back up against him, nuzzling his neck softly.

"I usually do..." I murmur against his skin. "But do you..?" I add thoughtfully.

David tenses, but his only response is to tilt his head back a bit, I sigh against his skin and Nibble thoughtfully for a moment, I then think about the memory of how his blood tastes, and when I lick my lips at the thought, softly licking the side of his neck, he shivers and I trace the sharp points of my own fangs for a second before biting deeply into his neck. He gasps and wraps his arms around my shoulders, holding me close as he rubs up against me, I growl at the sensation as I drink his blood, he digs his nails into my uninjured shoulder and sighs into my ear, I squirm against him and dig my own nails into his shoulders. After what feels like a long time, but is likely only minutes, he tries to pull me away, but I growl at him and bite harder, trying to fight to stop myself, to pull away, but I can't. He seems to debate something for a long moment, but I reach up and dig my fingers into his hair, pulling him to the curve of my neck, he growls and then after a moment, sinks his fangs into my neck. Pain, like nothing I have experienced from Marko or Paul's bites floods through me and I whimper from it, the pain builds and builds until all I can do is jerk back from David and scream, the second I do, I am overwhelmed by the pleasure of it and I collapse against him. Gasping for air is all I can do for a moment, and I shiver at the feeling of him licking the bites he left on my neck. I sigh softly and stay curled against him for some time...

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AN: Yes... I am an evil twisted bitch. But it was fun! *raspberry noise*