Beauty And The Beast (Closed)

[Mayu]

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Grace had seen many things of her 19 years of life. But her life was about to get more complicated and wouldn't even know it, till it was to late. But right now things were perfect. Grace had a very special guy in her life, they had been friends for years. Best friends really, but she was really starting to love him and it scared her. Because she didn't know if he loved her in return. Since she hadn't seen him in about a week, she decided to go over and check on him. He didn't even answer his phone, so she got to his place and knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

The knock at the door pounded like a jack hammer in his head. Marcus clamped his palms to his ears but to no avail; the rapping continued echoing against the inside of his skull.

He stood quickly and practically charged the door. He pressed his face close to the peep hole, expecting to find some huge brute slamming a club against the door. Instead, he found Grace, barely tapping the back of her knuckles to the wood as she stared at the peep hole. Her gray-green eyes seemed to bore through the little viewer right into his soul, and pain suddenly wracked his body.

What is this...? he screamed in silence. Why is this happening to me?

He'd been like this for ... for how long...? Three days...? Four? Maybe five. Ever since ... Oh, yeah ... since her!

He'd caught something, that had to be it. They'd had sex, in the back room of a nasty bar, atop a teetering table ... and on a couch ... and against the wall in the women's bathroom. She'd given him something he'd have to take penicillin for ... maybe even get shots. How fucking embarrassing!

He reached down below his gym shorts, to the inside of his left thigh ... to the wound. The bitch had bit him. Real funny! he said after the initial pain had subsided ... and then ...

He'd woken in the alley, laying in a pile of garbage with a rat sitting on his chest eating on a smelly chunk of steak. She bit you. That's got to be it. She gave you an infection, that's all. Go to the Doctor, you idiot.


He turned back to the door, drew and expelled a deep breath, and grabbed the handle. But ... he didn't open it. Something smelled. Something smelled ... smelled really good. He drew another deep breath, his nose searching the air. It was ... it was ...

He pulled the door open with a quick jerk, staring at Grace ... knowing that what he was smelling was her, somehow. And ... she really smelled tasty today.

 

[Mayu]

She had waited, and was about ready to pace. Knocking a couple more times,
but before she was about to do it the door flew open. Looking at Marcus, he looked
like hell. It had been days since she saw him, and she was beyond worried for him.
Sighing softly she smiled seeing him. Walking up to him she hugged him, her best
friend was really the best one she could ever have.

"How have you been Marcus? We haven't talked in about a week. I started to worry
that's why I'm here. You didn't even answer your phone, you feeling ok?"

Placing her hand on his forehead, he seemed very cool to her. Perhaps he was sick
but she wanted to stay with him that much was for certain. Smiling happily she
silently sighed.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"How have you been Marcus?" she asked, her voice showing her true concern.

She continued on, but Marcus was overwhelmed by his senses. The smell of her filled his nostrils, the scent of her perfume and soap and sweat and even ... Ooooh, yes ... I smell that, too.

She moved to him, pulling him to her. Touching her did things to him ... rapidly! He tried to be inconspicuous about the way he pulled his groin back away from her body. Why did he feel like this? Grace was his friend, not his girl friend. Oh, sure, she was beautiful -- erotically so -- but they'd been friends long, long before either of them had become the good looking people they were today. They'd been friend far to long for him to start thinking of her romantically.

And yet, he had a woody now that was pushing the front of his shorts out so far that the waist band was digging into his lower back.

Marcus spun away from her quickly and headed for his room. "I need to change. Be back in a second."

He slammed the door behind him and leaned back against it, cursing. Jesus, what's wrong with you? After a moment, he reached down to the wound in his thigh; it was throbbing, more so now that being against Grace's body had increased his heart rate. He went to the bathroom and threw a foot up on the toilet seat; he grabbed the little mirror some former girl friend had left behind and tilted it before his groin to look at his thigh.

"What ... the...?" he mumbled. He hadn't looked at the wound until now. He'd expected to find a curve row of teeth marks, uppers and lower. The bitch had really bit into him and it had hurt like hell. Marcus had returned home that day, cleaned it, and bandaged it ... without ever really looking at it.

He didn't find what he'd expected. Instead, he found four neat, clean puncture marks, almost as if someone had slapped his metal-cleated sprinting track shoes against his thigh. There was no infection, no bruising, no ripping; just four neat holes in a fairly geometric shape.

Marcus just shook his head, stripped, donned some tight underwear to contain himself, then donned his robe. He headed back out, apologizing to Grace and asking politely, "So ... did you come here for a reason...?

 

[Mayu]

When he left in a hurry she went into the bathroom, she shut the door behind her
and she sat down on the couch, waiting for him. When he came back out, he
seemed more aggressive maybe? he was always happy to see her, but something
was very wrong. Looking up at him, her eyes showing nothing but kindness for
him. She thought for a moment, and sighed a little bit.

"Marcus I was worried about you, Ive left five messages and you haven't called
me back once. That's not like you, you have always been happy to see me ,
is something on your mind ?"

She was always caring and worried for him, she figured he would never love her
the way that she loved him, so her burden of the secret would keep her going.
Which was hard to think about, but right now there wasn't anything she could do,
and right now things happened she couldn't explain.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"Marcus I was worried about you," she answered.

As she continued, he ambled about the living room, picking up a coat and slinging it over a chair, putting his back pack on the desk where it belonged, and other meaningless tasks ... all in an effort not to look at Grace.

Marcus didn't understand what the problem was today, what was overcoming him ... particularly concerning his long time friend. He simply couldn't look at her. Doing so ... well, it made his blood boil.

Grace had always been the most beautiful woman Marcus knew, but she was no more beautiful today than she was yesterday. She'd always been the most exotic and erotic woman he spent time near, but again, no more at this moment than in days before. When you're already the most of all the good things a woman can be, you can't get any better ... right?

Marcus had held his feelings toward Grace in check all these years, because -- first! -- they were friends. So ... why now? Why his mind so intent upon ripping her clothes off and throwing her to his bed; why was his dick throbbing within the too-tight, jock strap-like underwear, yearning to be inside of her?

You have always been happy to see me he heard her say, thinking, not like this I haven't. The question, Is something on your mind ? was something he couldn't even answer. There was, of course: I want you!

But Marcus knew it was wrong to, as the old commercials said, just do it ... right here, right now. We're friends first! he reminded himself. You can't suddenly just jump her bones without any warning or build up!

Of course, what bothered him the most was that he simply didn't understand what was causing this. Over the last several minutes, as he'd tried to avoid Grace, he'd come to the conclusion that there was something more going on than him being infected by some germ-infested bitch's bite. Something more was going on ... and something -- he didn't understand what -- was telling him, This is NOT something you share with your female friend ... SO DON'T!

"I'm fine, Grace, really," he finally answered, feigning his best I don't want to talk about it smile. He asked her if she wanted something from the fridge, then continued, "I ... had a flu bug. Still feeling it. It's nothing, really!" He snatched their drinks from the fridge, hesitated before returning -- he could feel his heart pounding in his chest for what ever reason -- then returned to the other room and sat on the coffee table directly before Grace, offering out the drink. "Really. Everything's fine. I'm fine. We're fine." He laughed. "EVERY body's fine."

He raised the old fashioned glass bottle of Mexican bottled soda and chugged ... slowly ... delaying ... thinking ... my god ... I really want to fuck you.

And yet ... something else was eating at him as he stared at her. He realized that, oddly, he wasn't staring into those mesmerizing eyes, or at her fabulous breasts ... he was staring at her neck ... at the muscles ... no, at the slight throbbing between them where her life force was pumping through her ...

...and remembering the bite on the inside of his thigh so close to his gonads, he wondered, What the hell is wrong with you...?

 

[Mayu]

Grace could tell he was lying, slowly standing up she saw the way he looked at her
so she decided to take a gamble. Taking a deep breath, she looked at him. seeing
the way he looked at her kind of worried her.

"I think it's time I'm open with you Marcus, for the past year my feelings for you
have changed. Your a good guy, I don't even deserve such a wonderful guy in
my life, since I'm not the most perfect. But I..."

Looking down she turned her back to him, feeling very stupid all of a sudden sighing.

"I have feelings for you Marcus, they have grown beyond friendship"

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"I have feelings for you, Marcus," Grace said, looking down into his eyes, "They have grown beyond friendship."

Before he even realized he was thinking, his brain screamed, FUCK YEAH!

A smile spread across his lips ... and the growth trapped against his lower belly twitched with anticipation. She didn't say she wanted to fuck right here on the couch, you horny bastard, he told himself, she just said she had feelings for you.

But he couldn't help it. He wanted her -- here and now -- and he was ready to risk moving too quickly. He set his bottle aside and stood, reaching out and pulling her to him and, without hesitation, pressing his mouth to hers.

 

[Mayu]

She watched him, he didn't seem to react. Course his face wasn't exactly looking
at her either. But then when she looked up finally she noticed, a smile on his face
and that made her smile herself. She felt his hands take hold of her, and feeling
him pulling her to him. She was taken back by this, and when she felt his lips against
her own. Her eyes showed shock, it only took half a second to react. Wrapping her
arms around him, she returned the kiss. Not hesitating, and welcoming to the kiss.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

He parted her lips with his tongue as his hands moved strategically, one rising to between her shoulder blades to pull her bountiful chest to his muscular one, while the other dropped to the small of her back, pulling their groins hard together; he could feel his erection pressing against her belly ... and it felt so perfect.

He kissed her hard for a long moment, then dropped his mouth to her neck kissing and nibbling at her. While his mind should have been on stripping her clothes off and getting inside her, he was surprised to find it on how warm her neck was ... on how he could feel her blood pounding with excitement just beyond the muscles ... on how he could practically taste it...

He pulled his mouth back, eager, whispering, "Grace ... I want you..."

 

[Mayu]

She was taken back by the aggressiveness of him, but she actually liked it. He had
always been a bit quiet, but very sweet and rather popular when they were in
school. When he broke the kiss, she felt him kiss her neck. And she could hardly
stand it any more. She moaned as he kissed her neck, she kept holding him close.

"I want you to"

She whispered.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

He swept her up into his arms with a fluid gesture that seemed to surprise her and definitely surprise him; the last time he'd tried that with a woman, he'd pinched a nerve and almost dropped the woman, who had been even smaller than Grace. He headed straight for his bed, passing through the door and, kneeling on the edge of the mattress, tossing her playfully into the middle of the mattress.

Under normal circumstances, Marcus would have been more romantic, sweeter. He wasn't the macho, wham, bam, thank you ma'am type. But he wanted her ... now! He immediately stripped his shirt off over his head and pulled the string at his waist to let loose his sweats, only to find it knotted. He jerked at the string ends, anxious. What the fuck? Now, you gotta get a big frickin' knot NOW?

He looked to Grace anxiously, then back down to the knot. He was only making it worse -- tighter -- as he pulled at the strings and loops. Then, suddenly angered, he curled his hand inside the waist band of the sweats and jerked! The entire front of the bottoms ripped away from him. He stared at his handy work for a moment, realized he'd accomplished what he'd needed, and looked back to Grace as he smiled and continued stripping the sweats off, saying, "That worked."

 

[Mayu]

The way he scooped her up surprised her, she always considered herself
rather heavy. Wrapping an arm around his neck, she smiled lovingly at him
and before she knew it he tossed her on the bed. But the way he looked at her
gave her goosebumps. Sitting up, she watched him begin to remove his shirt,
then try and remove his pants but saw the knot. She smiled some, she would
have helped but before she could give him the help, he actually ripped them
which impressed her. But as he stood before her naked, she looked down
at herself.

Slowly removing her shirt, exposing a black bra under it. Around her neck was
a necklace that he had given her years ago, ever since he gave it to her she
never removed it not once. Standing up, she slid out of her high heeled
boots and slid down her pants, removing her black panties and bra
laying back down on the bed she smiled.

"I'm all yours"

She said sweetly.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

My necklace, he thought, seeing the pendant hanging around her neck. This was meant to be. All this time ... it was meant to be. I was meant to have her. She was meant to be mine...

As he watched her strip her clothes off -- a bit slower and less destructive than he had himself -- the words that had been bouncing around in his head came back to him. I was meant ... she was meant ... mine. It seemed to be all about him. He never thought that way; why, all of a sudden, was this all about him? All about his need?

He hadn't even thought about wanting to please her; it had all been about his needs. Guys always said they wanted to pleasure their lovers more than they wanted to be pleased themselves, and usually it was bull shit. Making your lover scream was about a guy's ego.

But ... not for Marcus. He seriously always had been about the woman's pleasure, but ... for an odd reason. Despite his looks -- which he'd been told laid somewhere between above average and oh my god please fuck me now, he'd never had anything more to offer a woman. No money to speak of, no fancy car, no family name. Hell, he couldn't even dance. So, if he didn't please a woman once he managed to get her to bed, he wasn't going to see her again. That was well proven fact; the only lovers who ever came back for a redo were the ones who'd exploded from his loving.

But now ... with Grace ... with the one woman in the woman who he'd always wanted to see screaming below him ... he didn't care. This was about him. And ... despite knowing it was wrong ... he couldn't get his head around the idea that maybe he should take a step back and figure this out.

This just isn't you, Marcus!

"I'm all yours," she said from the bed.

She was as naked as he, laid back, waiting for him.

But ... he just stood there, staring at her. What's the problem ... take her! She was ... unbelievable. He'd seen her in bikinis before, and once -- when they'd discovered a hot spring on a foothills hike -- they'd taken an impromptu did and he saw her in her panties and a wet tee shirt. But this ... this in the flesh and nothing but the flesh ... there was nothing as beautiful as this creature on his bed ... waiting for him to fuck her!

"Fuck it," he mumbled low, not meaning for her to hear him. He surged forward with a hungry look in his eyes and laid in between her thighs, pressing his mouth hard to her. He rested his weight on the elbow of one arm as the hand of the other reached downward ... and began probing for her hot button.

 

[Mayu]

She looked at him, seeing something in his eyes like he was fighting with
himself. And she didn't know why either, things just seemed to stop right now
grinning at him, she watched him as he began to move to her pretty quick,
laying between her legs. When he kissed her hard, she could feel a want
he was used to having sex, yet for her it was different. She had sex once,
and that was about five years ago. She moaned in the kiss, wanting him and
everything just seemed so right. Wrapping her arms around him, moaning.

"Marcus..." She groaned feeling his hand going lower on her body.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

He played his fingers between her lips, feeling them get quickly wet, then moved his soaked fingers up and found her clit. He pulled his face back to look at her as he toyed with the sensitive mound; he played left and right, up and down, harder and softer until he found what seemed to just drive her nuts...

... and then he just continued with it, fighting his urge to just take her right now! He'd come to age following a simple rule about pleasure: Ladies first!

Keep to it, Marcus, keep to it. This isn't about you, it's about her!

But the fight within him was burning him up. One voice was pushing him to be a caring lover to Grace, the only woman he'd ever truly wanted and never had; while the second voice was screaming at the top of it's lungs, BITE HER!

Suddenly, he pulled back from her, a fluid motion that had him standing at the foot of the bed just staring at her.

Bite her...? he realized he'd said to himself. What the fuck?

 

[Mayu]

She felt what he was doing to her, it was such a powerful feeling he was giving
to her. Moaning his name, but she noticed that he pulled away from her.
Sitting up she began to wonder what was wrong, looking at him she sat up
The look he gave her.

"Marcus? What's wrong?"

She asked worried.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"This isn't right," Marcus mumbled, more to himself than to her. It wasn't what they were about to do that he was concerned about; they were both adults, and it wasn't like it was their first time, although Marcus had absolutely no idea how close to virgin territory he'd had been just then. But it wasn't sex that was the problem. It was ... it was ...

He had no idea what it was, but he could still hear those words in his skull, Bite her!

He turned and paced across the bedroom, mumbling, "Why would I do that...?" He turned and paused, looking directly at her, then paced across the room the other direction, continuing his personal monologue, "Why the fuck would I want to do that, oh my god?"

It never occurred to him that as he chastised himself for ... for whatever he had been about to do, that she might think he was talking about making love to her as the why would I? question.

 

[Mayu]

Slowly sitting up, she watched as he moved away from the bed. She heard him
talking to himself, something was very wrong she could feel it. Slowly standing
she went to him, placing her hand on his back. And placed her other hand on his
cheek, looking into his eyes lovingly. He could see a need in his eyes, that she
didn't really understand.

"Marcus talk to me, tell me whats wrong. What ever it is we can deal with it
together, your not alone. I love you very much Marcus"

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"I love you, too," Marcus said without hesitation. Then looking into her eyes as he backed up, he added, "That's why you need to go."

He took another step back, glancing to her clothes on the chair, then the bedroom door, and repeated with his voice nearly cracking. "Please, Grace."

It was the hardest thing he'd ever done, and not just because he was a naked guy with a naked girl and a warm bed just feet away. There was something wrong ... and he needed to find out what it was before he did something even more wrong.

He wanted to make love to Grace ... but he needed to find that bitch who'd bit him to find out what the hell was happening to him.

 

[Mayu]

She was rather hurt, looking down she started to put on her clothing. Forcing tears
back, she didn't want to seem pathetic. Pulling her hair in a pony tail, she sighed
some. But she couldn't help herself, looking up at him she was so unsure of herself.

"So I'm good enough to fuck but not good enough to talk to."

Tears finally fell down her cheeks and she left the bedroom, she slowly made her
way to the front room, getting ready to leave. But she wanted and wished he
would stop her, they had always told each other everything. Sighing some
she just felt like a big damn fool.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

Unbelievable...

It was the only word that seemed appropriate for the moment ... unbelievable.

He looked down at his penis, hanging there as disappointed as Marcus was confused. You let your dream lover walk out of here without... Why would you do that...?

He shook it off and headed to his dresser, then his closet, quickly gathering and donning his clothes. He knew where the biter worked and was pretty sure she would be on shift now.

He stopped before the bureau mirror and looked himself over, and the thought came back to him again, Why would you do that...? Why would you just send her away like that?

He knew the reason, even if he didn't understand it: You were going to hurt her, Marcus. That's why.

He started toward the bedroom door, then suddenly realized he hadn't heard the front door slam behind Grace. Maybe she's still here...? He hesitated for a long moment, then did something he hadn't done since his junior year in college when the Dean had come home from his monthly board meeting early and began calling about the house for his daughter -- he went out the window. It was embarrassing, and only lessened by the fact that it was his window, but he managed to get down the three flights of shaky, squealing metal fire escape without anyone confronting him over it.



Twenty minutes later, as the big man in front of him finished ordering and stepped aside, Marcus was staring into The Bitch's eyes, saying, "We need to talk ... now."

 

[Mayu]

Grace didn't know what the hell to do, everything just seemed to hit her
Nothing seemed to be really a good thing. So she picked up her head, and
decided to walk to his room to apologize but he was gone. Seeing that
he went out the window, she sighed some.

"Damn It"

She wrote something down on a piece of paper and put it on his bed.

"I'm Sorry"

Was all she wrote and she headed out, not realizing what was going on. But
right now things just seemed to stop around her.

~Meanwhile~

The woman grinned looking at him.

"Well, well you have finally come. Ive been wondering when you were,
going to come to me. Since you know your not human any more right?"

She laughed evilly.

 

[AnotherOldGuy]

"Well, well you have finally come," she said, smiling. "I've been wondering when you were going to come to me. Since you know your not human any more, right?"

She laughed evilly.

Marcus gave her a sarcastic smile, responding, "Yeah, what ever. "Can we talk. I want to know what the fuck you--" He looked around quickly, concerned that the other customers may have heard his profanity. Lower, he asked, "Can you take a break?"

He didn't wait for her to answer, instead turning away and wandering toward the back hall where they'd first had sex. He waited for her, in the near darkness of the poorly lit passage ... and, despite his current contempt for her and -- presumably -- how she was responsible for what ever was happening to him, he was surprised to find his dick rapidly swelling at the thought of being alone with her again.

There is something SERIOUSLY wrong with you, buddy, he told himself as he saw her approaching. He had been practicing what he wanted to say to her for the past several hours as he waited for her to come on shift at the bar. But as she turned the corner and stepped up close to him, staring him hard into him with those mesmerizing blue eyes, Marcus simply couldn't find a single thing to say, except, "What ... what is going on with me...?"

 

[Mayu]

The woman nodded, taking her break. She had been a waitress there,
and as he asked what was going on. She leaned against the wall, crossing
her arms. And it was going to be very interesting.

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

She did smile at him, placing her hands on her hips, sighing softly. Looking up

"I got lonely, I made you into something beautiful. By tomorrow night, the
transformation will be complete, but I can tell you already have someone
you want, I can smell her on you"

Thinking for a moment.

"You are thinking of blood and bitting, because you are becoming a creature
of the night, a vampire. 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 to much.

If I was you, id do what ever it is you want to do tonight. I have seen your
little friend, pretty thing. Grace I believe her name is, 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."

Dropping her arms, she turned her back on him.