We went crashing into quite a nice looking sitting room. How the fuck did we get there when I’m pretty sure neither of us stood up from that alleyway and…god this slayer has a wonderful mouth. I growled as Kyra, rather fiercely, attacked my neck. Kissing, nipping, licking…anything she could do with her mouth…she was doing it. My hands were gripping her waist so tightly, I’m pretty sure she had bruises by now. My eyes rolled as she pressed herself harder against me. Good god she was going to kill me in the best way possible!!

“Do you want me?” Kyra asked, lifting her head but continuing to roll her hips against mine. Was she honestly expecting me to think clearly at a time like this? I’m pretty sure the only coherent thought in my head was: fuck slayer.

“What?” I asked.

“I asked you if you wanted me.” Kyra said, looking as if she rather enjoyed torturing me…which she probably did. “Cause I won’t do anything until you say it.”

“Holy fuck, you gotta be kidding me.” I said.

“Would it help if I stopped doing this?” Kyra asked, innocently, as she halted all movements. I couldn’t help it, I actually whimpered at the loss. Kyra laughed. “Such a big mean old vampire is sad that the slayer has stopped torturing him? What a day.”

“You’re going to use this against me, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Oh you bet I am.” Kyra said, standing up. I would had stood up but somehow couldn’t. I looked down at myself and tried to move. Nothing. I looked up at Kyra to see her grinning.

“You’ve known me for how long now and I still don’t know what I am?” She asked. My eyes narrowed at her. “Oh god, this is just sad.” My eyes then widened a bit as I saw hers flash. Not like, flash as in emotionally. I mean like, flash as in to something else!! From down here, I couldn’t really tell but it didn’t look too good. Kyra stepped over to my side and crouched next to me. The only thing I seemed to have control over was my head, which I turned to looked at her.

“Well what the fuck are you then?” I asked.

“Why Draven, didn’t you know?” Kyra asked, innocently. She leaned in, her mouth close to my ear and a hand on my chest. “I’m a cat demon…” I groaned as pain suddenly shot through my chest and then everything went black.

“You think he’s gonna wake up?”

“Who knows…she did get him pretty hard.”

“In what way?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Samara.”

“Screw off Nat.”

I squeezed my eyes shut before opening them. Oh looky, I’m chained to a wall. God that bitch is…standing right in front of me. I looked around. Someone’s a little lazy, we’re still in the sitting room. I wonder if the chains were on the wall before…

“Girls.” Kyra said. She looked behind her at the two that were now arguing. “Girls.” They paid her no attention.

“Wow…look at that…there actually are people that ignore you.” I said. Kyra looked back at me. She did something that was both immature and sexy: She stuck her tongue out at me, slowly, before returning her attention to the bickering duo.

“GIRLS!!!” Kyra yelled. Even I jumped.

“Sorry.” The two of them said at the same time.

“What is going on?” I asked. “Do you honestly have to have me in chains? Not that I don’t mind them but fully clothed…”

“Is he always like this?” One of the girls asked.

“Yep…he’s always like this, Natasha.” Kyra said.

“You realise if dad came in we’d be so screwed.” The other girl, Samara, said.

“Wait…you’re all sisters?” I asked. There were really no similarities between them. Well, the two that were arguing looked pretty similar but looked NOTHING like the other bitch.

“No.” Kyra said. “We just all live in here.”

“Well then…good thing you stopped what we were doing.” I said. I loved annoying her and I’ll be damned if I’m letting my current condition stop that. “Didn’t want to wake the housemates.” Now this was interesting, Kyra looked like she wanted to hit me but didn’t. Since when has she refrained from doing so??

“Can we just get this over with?” She asked.

“Yeah, yeah, ok, whatever.” Samara said. “Nat…set it up.”

“Set what up?” I asked. “What are you going to do?”

“Spell.” Natasha said, absently.

“Spell? No fucking way!!” I said, struggling against the chains for the first time. “No way are you doing any voodoo shit on me!” Kyra’s hand slammed into my chest and I stopped struggling.

“They’re not doing it to you.” She said, low. “They’re doing it to me. The same spell they have to do every few months.”

“Then why am I here?” I asked, quietly.

“Yeah, like I was gonna waste energy dragging your sorry ass all over hell’s half acres.” Kyra said. “It wouldn’t be the smartest thing for me to do when you’re unconscious. Especially not in this area.”

“What is this area?” I asked.

“Witches and slayers and hunters, oh my.” Kyra said, adapting a Dorothy from Wizard of Oz voice.

“You brought me there? Here?!” I asked, through clenched teeth. “What the hell?”

“I did say ‘my place’ and it just happens to be here.” Kyra said. “Now shut up and behave and I’ll take you home when this is done.” I had no choice but to, literally, hang around. I didn’t pay too much attention to the spell, I was looking everywhere but at the three girls once I realised that the other two were in little pyjamas.

“Ok so let’s try this again.” I said, walking through streets after the spell was cast with Kyra next to me.

“What?” She asked.

“What exactly are you?” I asked. Kyra sighed, dragging her hand through her hair. “You said cat demon before you knocked me out.”

“Yeah.” Kyra said.

“That explains quite a bit about you then.” I said. She looked at me. “Couldn’t quite figure out how your danced the way you do as Malandra. None of the other girls could even start to comprehend it.”

“Was that a compliment?” Kyra asked.

“Maybe just a little one.” I said. She smiled slightly and looked away from me. “So why are you a slayer then if you’re a demon?”

“They…recruited me.” Kyra said. “I was big on fighting so I when I got mad at some vampire I started kicking it’s ass and they found out that I could do it better then some of the other people they have.”

“Do they even know what you are?” I asked. Kyra shook her head and looked down at the ground, kicking at a stone in her way. “But those girls do.”

“Yeah, they’re the only ones.” Kyra said. “You know about cat demons. Every few months it’s like…”

“Going into heat?” I suggested, raising an eyebrow and smirking. I received a softened glare for my suggestion but then she nodded. “Yeah…that might explain quite a bit too. Like what happened before hand.”

“Mmhmm.” Kyra said, nodding again. I searched through my pockets then sighed, forgetting that I had done this earlier and came up with nothing. “That’s why the girls said that if dad found out, we’d be screwed.”

“I’m guessing dad is code?” I said.

“Sorta…he really is their dad but he’s like…almost the head of the whole bunch.” Kyra said. “He’s basically like in charge of all the witches so they all call him dad because that’s pretty much what he is.”

“But you’re a slayer.” I said.

“Yeah, well…there’s only me and maybe four or five more girls who are slayers.” Kyra said. “There’s about twelve witches and maybe seven guys who are hunters.”

“So…two years after first meeting you…I’m finally learning more about you.” I said.

“Yeah…I’m surprised I haven’t staked you yet.” Kyra said.

“Maybe you don’t want to.” I said.

“As if you annoying son of a bitch.” Kyra said.

“Well we have been walking now for about ten minutes and it’s just been us out here.” I said. “You’ve had plenty of chances to.”

“You’ve had just as many to attack me.” Kyra said.

“Oh please, now that I know what you are do you really think my intentions are to try and kill you still?” I asked. “I don’t think I’ve actually really wanted to for the last…almost a year now.”

“Why not?” Kyra asked.

“Way more fun to annoy you.” I said, turning around and walking backwards in front of her.

“You’re a freak.” Kyra said, smiling slightly.

“Maybe but again…you’re the one who seems to enjoy it.” I said, only then realizing that we were in my graveyard now.

“I…I should probably head back now.” Kyra said.

“What’s the rush?” I asked, truly not wanting her to leave.

“Uh…well…I…I…” Kyra said. I grinned as she couldn’t come up with a good excuse. I stepped closer to her. God she looked so cute at the moment.

“Stay.” I said, just before lifting her head and kissing her. She was stiff and unresponsive for a moment before her entire body relaxed against mine, her arms lazily snaked around my neck and she kissed me back. I dropped my arms around her waist, lightly moving my hands over her waist. She winced and I realized that I probably actually did bruise her earlier. “Sorry…”

“S’ok.” Kyra said.

“So…gonna stay with me?” I asked.

“Fine.” Kyra said, acting as if she was really putting herself out there. I smirked. One of my arms remained around her waist as I led her off to my place. “Two years and this is the first night we actually see where the other resides.”

“Yep.” I said. We walked silently as I thought about what I had just gotten myself into. Then I smiled at the thought of it. I was going to wind up being the envy of most vamps I know.

“So…seeing as how I don’t intend on sleeping in this…” Kyra said, gesturing to her clothing as we stood in my ‘bedroom’.

“You could always sleep naked.” I suggested.

“Down boy.” Kyra said.

“Worth a shot.” I said, lying down on the bed with my hands under my head. Kyra rolled her eyes and picked up a shirt off the floor before disappearing behind a corner. Her shirt flew into sight, followed by her bra and then her pants a minute later and she walked back out in one of my red button up shirts with the top few buttons undone. It just barely covered everything. “You wouldn’t happen to be naked under that, would you?”

“Naughty Draven.” Kyra said, smirking. She crawled across the bed and up my body. Her hair falling over one shoulder. “You honestly think I would make it that much easier for you??”

“One could always hope.” I said, getting a perfectly excellent view of her breasts due to the unbuttoned shirt.

“Should I ask you again or do you finally have an answer?” Kyra asked, sitting back on her heels and on my thighs.

“What answer…oooh.” I said, suddenly remembering earlier. Kyra smirked again and moved forward a bit. I closed my eyes and dropped my head onto the pillow. “Holy fucking shit.” Kyra giggled and I opened my eyes. “If I give you an answer…”

“Then you get it.” Kyra said.

“Works for me.” I said. “I fucking want you right fucking now.” I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down to kiss her roughly. She moaned and ran her hands over my chest. I rolled her onto her back, remaining on the bed. I am amazed by this girl. She had me naked within seconds and I didn’t even notice until she flipped me back onto my back and moved her still clothed body against mine.

“I think I might be a bit overdressed.” Kyra said.

“A bit?” I asked. The shirt was mine so I had no problem with ripping it open, sending buttons flying everywhere. I had her on her back again…I’m not letting her play dominant yet. I leaned down, kissing and sucking on her neck while my hand played with the soft mound of flesh, working the nipple into hardness. Kyra moaned, arching her back. I moved down more and took the opposite breast in my mouth. Another moan escaped her lips.

I grinned up at her as I continued farther down. The silky little thing she calls underwear was the only thing between me and my goal. Well…now it’s not. Kyra whimpered as I slowly dragged my tongue across her thigh.

“You’re a jerk.” She said.

“Mmhmm.” I said. I finally reached her center and smirked. God was she wet…and so tasty. I locked my eyes on her face. Her eyes were shut, her lips were parted…holy fuck was she sexy. She may have been enjoying it but I think she had other things on her mind as she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up to resume some fierce kissing. I took the opportunity and thrusted into her. Kyra groaned into the kiss, her fingers sliding up from my shoulders and to my hair. My back hit the bed again. I looked up at the little slayer-slash-demon now sitting up and moving painstakingly slow. She smirked at me and swatted my hands away as I reached for her.

“Nah uh.” Kyra said. “I’ll tell you when you get to touch again.” I groaned and looked her over. What do you know, there really were bruises on her waist. My eyes lifted to her face again as she picked up speed and her eyes closed. Her head fell back as she moaned and made little noises of pleasure. I closed my eyes. If I watched her anymore, I wasn’t going to last. I inwardly smirked as I realized that all the other vamps would likely kick the shit out of me if they ever found out I was fucking the hot little dancer that they all wanted.

“I thought I was the evil one.” I muttered. Kyra giggled and I opened my eyes as I felt her hands on my wrist. She was leaning over me, holding my hands above my head. Her lower half still moving. Looks like she was bringing her dancer abilities to bed.

“One time offer.” Kyra said. “Do what you want.” I raised an eyebrow. “Baby you have the most popular dancer riding you and giving you permission to do whatever the fuck you want to do to her.”

“Oh…in that case.” I said. I flipped her over once more, grabbed hold of her waist and thrust into her roughly. There was no way I was going to let this opportunity fly. Her head was pressed into the pillow, leaving her neck exposed. I dove done and kissed it, nipping at it with sharp teeth but not enough to draw blood. I hissed as she slapped her hands on my back then racked her nails across it. That’s it…she wants to give me pleasurable pain…two can play at that. I bit into her neck and relished in the feel of her warm blood flooding my mouth.

I didn’t allow her too bleed too much. After a while, and after a very lovely climax, I withdrew my fangs and lazily licked at the marks. I rolled over next to her and watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. Once it calmed she started to sit up.

“Where you going?” I asked.

“I…should probably be…” Kyra said. I flung my arm around her waist and yanked her back down onto the bed before burying my face in her neck.

“Stay…” I said. I groped behind me for the blanket then threw it over top of us. I heard Kyra sigh and relax. We drifted off to sleep after a while.

I woke up alone. The bed was still as messed up as it was when I fell asleep. The shirt I had torn off Kyra’s body was lying on the foot of it…her shirt and pants were gone. I yawned and rubbed one of my eyes before something caught my attention. On the nightstand, not only was Kyra’s silky little thong there, but it was also joined by a piece of paper with two words on it.

Room six.