Beauty And The Beast (Closed)

"The bite was accidental," she said, "unfortunately what I did cannot be undone."

A smile spread across him face. "Accidental...? How do you--"

"I got lonely," she continued. "I made you into something beautiful. By tomorrow night, the transformation will be complete."

Transformation...? he thought. What the fuck are you--

"But I can tell you already have someone you want. I can smell her on you."

Grace, he thought, almost saying her name aloud. He remembered smelling Grace through the door of his apartment; remembered how it had made his heart beat. And she can smell Grace, too...?

"You are thinking of blood and biting," she continued, "because you are becoming a creature of the night, a vampire..."

The wry smile on his lips began to spread as she rambled onward. What ... the ... fuck ... are you talking about, woman...?

"You will need blood to survive, you wont be able to go out in the sun for it will burn and kill you if you stay out too much."

Marcus chuckled -- short, but long enough to get across his disbelief in her bullshit.

"If I was you," she continued, seemingly unaffected by his display of doubt, "I'd do what ever it is you want to do tonight. I have seen your little friend, pretty thing. Grace I believe her name is--"

How...? What the...? How the hell do you know Grace?

"--I will give you some advice. Stay with her through the change, your brain will recognize that she means something. The beast inside you will be tamed but only for her, but if you don't then you will end up finding her scent and killing her."

And then ... she was just gone, turning and heading back to the bar and her work as is the conversation between them hadn't even occurred.

Marcus stood there, still leaning casually against the wall with no idea of how to react. Bull shit! his mind screamed. Yet at the same time, he knew that something unexplainable was taking place to him. He'd never felt so ... alive before. His dick was absolutely stiff again, eager to be inside any woman he saw ... but ...

And, after hearing the bitch's crapola, this concerned him: more than anyone else, Marcus wanted Grace. Wanted her badly. But ... what was all this about transformation and creature of the night and needing blood...? Vampire...? Really...? Total ... absolute ...

Bull shit...? he questioned. He turned his back to the wall and slammed the back of his head softly against the wall a dozen times.

"Ouch."

Marcus flinched at the voice, opening his eyes to find ... Oh, what the hell was her--

"Gladys!" he said remembering.

She giggled, saying, "Marcus, you okay? When my dad does that it's usually 'cause one of my brothers is in jail again."

"I'm fine," he answered, looking up and down the hall, wondering who else was peeping on his little display of despair.

Gladys moved closer, laying a hand upon his chest as her gaze tracked around from his eyes to his lips to his neck and other places she'd had her lips a few months back when they'd gotten drunk together at a block party. "Listen ... I was just remembering..."

She moved even closer, her lower body just noticeably coming into contact with him. "We, um ... didn't get to ... you know ... finish last time we were together. I was wondering... you know...?"

Twenty seconds later, Marcus had the college girl around the corner, sitting atop a small bar table, her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs, her hands quickly doing what was necessary at his belt and slacks. They were kissing wildly when, burning with need, Marcus reached down to her blouse and ripped it open, sending little buttons up and down the hallway.

"Marcus!" she called. "Easy!"

He ignored her, grabbing the straps to her bra and jerking them down to spill her massive breasts out before her.

"Marcus, please," she began to beg, pushing her hands against his chest, trying to fend him off. "You're hurting me."

With one hand, he grabbed between her legs and ripped her skirt and panties away from her with one swift movement; while with the other hand, he clutched her hair just above her neck and drew her head back, exposing her neck to his view.

The girl began to scream, but Marcus silenced her quickly by forcing her face into the crook of his neck. As she moaned in fear against his skin, she bit into his muscle. It was a vicious bite ... and yet it only made Marcus laugh aloud.

"Bite me, bitch," he whispered close to her ear as he pressed her face harder against him. She began swatting and punching and clawing at him ... and soon ... unable to breath with her nose and mouth pressed against him ... her fight slowed ... her hands fell to her side ... and she was unconscious.

Marcus held her back from him, looking over her partially stripped body. She was totally exposed to him, and he could have her in any number of ways. But, his gaze fell upon her neck ... upon the throbbing of blood surging through her veins. He pulled her head back and leaned in, opening his mouth--

"Marcus," a soft voice said to him.

His head jerked toward the voice, finding her again. He snapped, "What?"

She stepped up slowly, taking his hand from the Coed's hair and moving him back. He allowed her to part the two of them, as if a puppet on a string; she had total control of him. "Go home. Find Grace. You need to find Grace."

Marcus stepped back and, once he'd disconnected from his connection two both the woman he'd nearly killed and the woman who'd kept him from doing it, he began to tremble, shocked at what he was becoming. He quickly put his clothes back together as he backed down the hallway. "My god ... what's happening to me...?"

"Go to Grace," was all the woman said, taking the weight of the unconscious near-victim into her arms.



Marcus pounded on the door. "Grace, it's Marcus. Please ... let me in. Grace! Please! Let me--"

When he got no response, he repeated the pounding and his plea.

"Young man," an elderly voice said from a few doors down. When Marcus turned toward the neighbor, she said, "Do you realize it's almost midnight?"

Marcus opened his mouth wide and, almost snake like, hissed at the woman with an inhuman tone.

The woman's eyes widened and she backed away and slammed her door.

Marcus turned back to the door, beginning to sob in desperation. In almost a whisper, he "Please ... Grace ... save me..."


OOC -- Hey, if you're hungry, the little coed is yours.

Grace had thought about Marcus, she had hoped he would call her or something.
But it didn't happen, she ended up falling asleep on the couch. She yawned a bit,
but all of a sudden she heard someone banging on her door. She opened up her
eyes and slowly stood up.

"Marcus?"

Slowly she made it to the door and opened it up, but she looked down seeing
Marcus. Her heart almost melted as she knelt down, placing her hand on him.

"Marcus what is it?"

She didn't understand what the hell was going on, was he in pain? was he hurt?
So many questions hit her very hard. Slowly standing up, she got him inside and
shut the door, sitting him on the Couch and she sat down beside him.


~Meanwhile~

The female vampire looked down at the woman and sank her fingers into her neck
making it so she couldn't scream out, and took her life. Withdrawing her fangs
she could feel the need in her creation and smiled.

The feel of Grace holding him was soothing, calming his trembling and breathing; the panic he'd been feeling since the bar faded as he moved closer to her, pulling her close. He laid his head on her shoulder, his face pressed into the crook of her neck.

After a long moment, as his heart slowed and the memory of the events at the bar left his brain, he again began to feel like his own self ... his new own self. He could feel the blood surging through her neck against his forehead. He could smell her blood somehow, right through her skin.

He wanted to bite her. He realized that. Somehow, he understood -- right here, right now, holding her close like this -- that the woman at the bar had been telling the truth; he was a vampire, as unbelievably as that was. There was no such thing as vampires ... so ... how could he be one?

"I'm sorry," he whispered, finally speaking in something other than a sob. "I'm so ... so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

He had hurt her ... and then, he hadn't at the same time. He'd hurt her feelings, that was true; but, at least she was still alive! He understood what he'd almost done to the woman in the bar. If he hadn't been stopped, the woman would be laying in the back alley as he had been a week ago ... except that she would have been dead, rather than simply low on blood.

Thank god she's safe, he thought, remembering how the biting bar maid had saved the woman's life.

He knew he didn't deserve it, but he asked, "Please forgive me."

She felt that he had changed, it was strange but she felt him cuddle up to her neck.
But she just smiled some as he said he was very sorry for what he had done, she
looked into his eyes and smiled some. Resting her hand on his jaw and shook her
head.

"It's me who should be sorry, I'm just worried about you. If you really love me as
much as you say. You need to let me in Marcus, I love you and that will never
change I promise. And id like to prove it to you to"

Her hand stroked his cheek lovingly, smiling at him she loved him and the way she
looked at him showed her love for him. She didn't know what she was getting into,
but she didn't care, love changed everything for her.

Marcus looked up into her face and realized -- hoped, prayed -- that what she meant by let me prove it meant be with him, as they so nearly had been that morning. He sat up taller and leaned into her, pressing his mouth to hers...

Grace looked at him lovingly and smiled at him, when he sat up taller. She watched
him move over to her, and she felt his lips on her own. Which made her close her
eyes and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her enjoying the kiss
way to much to stop.

The kiss intensified. Marcus pulled grace closer, bringing their bodies so tightly together that they were practically one, then stood from the couch, lifting her as he'd done that morning but with a slow, romantic motion.

He started for her bedroom, whispering, "I won't hurt you again ... I promise."

He doubted he could keep that promise; he simply didn't know what he was nor how what ever it was was going to affect him. But, he needed to be with her. His creator at the bar had said it; Grace would tame him, and if he wasn't with her as he transformed ... well, he simply didn't know.

She smiled some as he picked her up, hearing his promise of not hurting her. But
something sad sounding was heard in his voice, she didn't know what it was but
something was up, she just wished he would tell her. When he laid her down on
her bed, she looked up at him. Only thing she had on was a black silk robe, with
nothing under it. Reaching out to him, she pulled him down on top of her, moaning
into the kiss.

Her fingers went into his hair, wanting nothing more then to just be with him always
she didn't want to let him go and she wouldn't without a fight. And so she would
always fight for his safety and right now she would do it in a heart beat. Running
her fingers down his chest.

"I want you Marcus.." She admitted.

Marcus laid atop her, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her neck ... hesitating there, telling himself, Patience ... you're okay now ... you don't need to do this ... not yet. He moved his legs, one after the other, until each was between her thighs. He sat up and reached down to untie her robe, parting it, opening her to him. He smiled broadly. "You're so beautiful."

He edged off the bed again, causing her to give him a familiar look of disappointment. He smiled, saying, "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere this time."

He stripped his clothes off slowly, never taking his eyes off of her. Once nude, he crawled back to her, lying atop her, whispering, "I love you, too. I can't remember if I said so this morning ... and I just want ... I need you to know."

Grace smiled at him, enjoying the way he looked at her. But before she knew it
he had returned to between her legs. And stroked his jaw, she nodded happily.

"I know you love me Marcus, we will get through what ever life throws at us,
I promise"

She wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him deeply. She loved Marcus
very much, and didn't realize that before her eyes he was changing into a beast
of the night. But she didn't know it just yet. Not knowing of the hunger for both
body and blood he had.

He continued kissing her deeply as he lowered his body against hers. He pulled his hips back, feeling the head of his erection slipping down the smooth skin of her shaved pube until he felt the wetness of her ready pussy. As he pushed gently into her, he whispered, "I've wanted this for so long."

He drew a deep breath at the feel of penetrating her. She was tight, and wet, and warm; and having wanted her all these years without ever thinking that they'd be together only made the pleasure so much greater.

Deep in her, he released the breath in a low moan and pressed his mouth to hers again.

She had been with only one guy and it had been a mistake. But that was seven
years, ago so she felt like a virgin. She was as tight as one, but not the mess
of actually being one. She smiled happily at him, and moaned as he began to move
into her. She moved her hips into him, and held onto him.

What she didn't know was his maker was talking to Marcus in his mind.

"I forgot to tell you my creation, you will want to mark her. You will not turn her,
but other vampires may go after her, if she carries your bite. Other vampires will
know to stay away. Your fangs are already formed you just have to know how
to use them, concentrate on her neck and blood and they will form"

With that Marcus's maker left him alone, and she went back to work.

I forgot to tell you my creation...

Marcus flinched at the voice, looking around the room before quickly understanding that it was her ... and she was in his head.

"No," he whispered, shaking his head as if he thought he could literally shake her out. When Grace looked to him curiously, he smiled and kissed her quickly. He pushed deeper into her, moaning to the pleasure. He pulled from her a bit, pushed again, pulled further, repeated ... she felt so incredible, so tight; her reaction to his plunges, increasing in frequency and power, reminded Marcus of the first virgin he'd ever had.

You will want to mark her.

He ignored her this time, continuing to pound into Grace as he kissed her passionately. He'd longed for her for so long and this woman who'd ruined his life -- for he couldn't see anything good coming of this change -- wasn't going to get in the way of the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.

You will not turn her.

She made it sound so ... common ... like turning on a lamp. Marcus wasn't going to turn Grace; he wouldn't do to her what this ... this bitch had done to him.

Other vampires may go after her...

The pleasure was building fast within Marcus; he was nearly there when he heard the threat Grace was facing. This simply wasn't right, that he'd finally have the one woman he'd always wanted, and now both of their lives were so ... so fucked up!

If she carries your bite. Other vampires will know to stay away.

He wanted to ignore her, but this time, she was being helpful ... in a way. Even as he made love to Grace, part of his brain was analyzing the mayhem of his life, the mayhem this woman had brought into his life. The voice in his head was telling Marcus how to protect Grace, and yet, she wouldn't be in danger at all if it wasn't for this woman.

Your fangs are already formed you just have to know how
to use them, concentrate on her neck and blood and they will form

"I ... will not ... bite her," he whispered between his grunts of pleasure filled exertion. He was there; he'd reached that point where, even if he were to suddenly pull out, he'd still climax. And while he didn't want to do anything this woman was leading him into, somehow he knew that this was what he needed to do ... for Grace as much as for himself.

Grace was in Ecstasy she didn't even really hear what he was saying. But something
was up the way he looked, she placed her hand on his cheek. Her climax was
coming very quick. Moving her head back again, moving her hips into him things
started to crash around her. Her heart beating out of her chest, she no longer
could take it any more. She didn't realize it but she moved her head in a way that
her neck was totally exposed and the vein in her neck started to show up, having
no idea just how much danger she could have been in. But as she looked at him,
more relaxed.

"Marcus what is it?" She said softly.

Patience...

"Fuck you," he grunted to the voice in his head.

Patience ... not yet...

Marcus increased his thrusts into Grace, in velocity and force both, pounding his groin against her. He was there ... moments ... seconds.

Together, Marcus...

"Fuck you!" he said loud enough that Grace -- so near to her own orgasm looked him directly in the eyes. He knew her mind must have been reeling with his odd behavior. She probably never imagined him for the type to talk dirty during sex ... because he wasn't... wasn't the type to talk dirty nor talking dirty for the sake of sex itself now. He wanted her out of his head.

"Marcus," Grace asked between pleasure filled breaths, "What is it?"

He ignored her, continuing to pound against her. The pleasure built rapidly within him; he was going to cum.

Now, Marcus ... together ... she won't feel it ... you won't harm her...

He lifted his head to look down upon Grace just as she arched her back, exploding with an orgasmic scream ... and there it was ... her neck ... exposed to him as if she'd expected what was coming.

NOW, Marcus!

His own pleasure peaked and arching his own back and groaning out mightily at the ceiling he exploded inside her

Feed, Marcus! For yourself, you must!

"Noooo...!" he called as the euphoria swept through him.

MARCUS!

As his dick pulsed inside of her, Marcus lowered his head, looking to Grace. Her head was tilted away, her eyes closed, her body trembling in the same euphoria ripping through him...

... and before he knew he was doing it ...

... he dropped his head quickly to her neck and sunk his fangs into her neck!

The taste of her slammed his senses, the thick, warm blood exploding from her jugular, filling his mouth. He dropped his full weight upon her, holding her firmly to the bed as their orgasms played out together. His mind was lost in a pleasure as he'd never experienced ... ever! If he'd been able to think, he would have questioned whether it was simply the act of finally having the woman he'd loved, he'd wanted for so long; or whether it was what she was doing at her neck...

Enough...

It wasn't. He wanted more ... more of Grace. He wanted all of her.

Marcus ... enough!

In his own mind, he spoke to her for the first time, telling her I want more.

You will kill her, Marcus... is that what you want...?

It wasn't, of course. He didn't want to kill his one true love. He hadn't wanted to even bite her. He'd only done it because she said he must.

You did well, Marcus ... now ... take care of her.

Somehow, Marcus knew what that meant. Without removing his mouth from her neck, he withdrew the fangs that he'd never known he had until now. He swallowed the blood that filled his mouth and simply laid there for the longest moment, mouth firm against her. He felt her go weak, felt her hands around him -- holding him to her as their climaxes raged -- lessen their hold and fall to her side.

Grace is safe, he heard in his head just as he began to think he'd killed her. Grace is safe now. You have saved her.

Saved her...? he wanted to scream. I BIT her ... I drank her blood. I nearly killed her!

You saved her, he heard in his head again.

He wasn't sure when it happened, but what he'd done to her began to fade and soon, the only thought in his mind was that he'd made love to her, that he'd given her pleasure, that she'd given him pleasure. He felt the warmth of her body against his and knew love ... for the first time, he really knew love!

She was totally limp below him, her breathing still labored, her breasts pressing up and down against him. With his mouth still pressed against her neck and his still-solid dick deep inside her, still twitching, he reached a hand to the edge of the bed, grabbed the bedding, pulled it loose, and rolled the two of them, wrapping their bodies together like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

He pulled his mouth from her and looked to the wound, surrounded by thick blood. It stunned him, four deep, round punctures, like those in his inner thigh; but, strangely, they weren't bleeding anymore. He wrapped his arms and legs around her, pulled the blanket in tight, and held her...

... whispering, "I love you, Grace."

Grace had been feeling wonderful, he had given her all of himself. Her nails digging,
into his back, crying out his name over and over again. But then came the "Dirty
talking" She didn't realize what he was doing, and it was different to say the least.
But she could tell something else was bothering him, but before she could ask what
was wrong. She watched as he went to her neck, for a moment she thought he
was going to kiss or lick. But before she knew it, she felt his mouth on her, and
then she felt the bite, she cried out. The bite didn't hurt, but it scared her, she
didn't understand what he was doing.

"Marcus stop..."

She called out kindly, but she just felt his jaw lock against her. She felt something
wet on her neck, she felt so very funny, she didn't understand what he was doing.
But she couldn't fight him off, she grew very week very fast. Second by Second,
she had felt her body grow weak. She was almost stunned when she was getting
to weak to move, when she felt and watched what he did, letting her go finally.
She groaned some, she wasn't in any pain what so ever. But she looked up
at him.

His teeth....was she seeing fangs?

But she was so weak right now she passed out, but the next morning. When
she woke up, it felt like someone had drained her. When she woke up the next morning, she slowly sat up. Her neck was sore, and got up going to the mirror
She saw four tiny wounds, running her fingers over them.

"My God..."

She said to herself. The sun was out, but the curtains kept the sun away. She
was scared a little she didn't understand what was going on.