Shards of broken ice flew high into the air, splintering and crackling as they rose into the sky and then falling back down to the earth without a sound. After hard slash rang through the area and once again shards were created and flown, this time splintering so much that it looked as if it broke apart into snow. Again and again slashes echoed through the frozen hills, and upon each noise a rain of ice was thrown up towards the stale blue of the sky. Lei Lei frowned, and stepped back defensively, as a rain of ice fell down before her eyes. She crouched lower to the ground and waited, until the ice had cleared and her vision was no longer blocked. When the ice had settled she saw her enemy, the hunter Donovan who stood, sword drawn, regarding the ghost with a fierce look upon his solemn face. Lei Lei met his glance silently, until the battle resumed.

It did so by Lei Lei’s action first, with her mighty right claw being swung forth hard, and her left charging low, in an attempt to gore her opponent. Donovan stood sentinel and swung his sword twice with ease, deflecting each of Lei Lei’s claws and then coming down for a third motion, a rushed lunge at the midsection of the ghost. But just as she was deflected Lei Lei just as easily dodged, and as she rose into the air from an agile jump she prepared both of her claws again, thrusting them down upon Donovan’s form as he stumbled from his parried thrust. The hunter reacted aptly and the fight was drawn once more, Lei Lei’s claws were yet again deflected, and the ghost landed on the ground opposite of the side she leapt from. Once again the two stood and faced one another, in nearly the same spots the other had just seconds ago occupied.

A word had yet to be spoken, and they both regarded each other with a cautious glance. Donovan held his sword before his body in a defensive posture, and Lei Lei responded by the raising of her claws, up to her face to block any incoming attack. They slowly began to circle, sizing one another up with fierce, squinted eyes, looking for an opening or a falter in the other’s step. After a full circle no one made a mistake, and without a sound Donovan ended the face-off by raising his mighty sword high with one hand, while the other stood out to deflect Lei Lei’s claws, bare handed if need be. As he rose his sword with intent to kill Lei Lei charged again, both claws stretching out palm-up with the mindset of popping Donovan’s thick neck from his muscled shoulders. Donovan’s bare hand deflected Lei Lei’s left claw, and the two went through with their action, nearly.

A pause was built in time, and the two were now face to face, only centimeters separating their eyes. Donovan’s sword was only an inch from Lei Lei’s left shoulder, and the ghost girl’s claw was positioned with one long spike pressed ever so gently under Donovan’s chin. The two looked at each other with intensity, and yet they said nothing.

The frigid air of Alaska blew around them, sweeping about their forms and blowing their clothing about in the wind. Lei Lei’s ward which she wore proudly before her face blew off to the side, moving just enough so that Lei Lei’s face was finally revealed fully, and the cold, harsh glance she held for her enemy could be seen in the perfect light. Her eyes squinted and her nose upturned, and as she scowled the red spots on her face shifted with the movement of the skin. Donovan’s face did not move at all, and he watched, sentinel, regarding every small motion the ghost girl made.

Minutes passed, and still neither moved. Though the wind bellowed around them and the chill nipped at their flesh, they both stood adamant and totally obstinate in their position. A blade perched precariously above a vulnerable cleft in a shoulder, and a fierce claw ready to rip and tear flesh to pieces, the weapons of the pair managed to keep them both at a total standstill. Both afraid to move, both afraid to even blink, lest their opponent get the upper hand.

It was finally Donovan who made the first motion, by allowing his sword to fall away and his body to slowly turn. He paid no heed to the claw of Lei Lei and casually turned to walk away. As he moved he replaced his gigantic sword back on its rightful place on his back, and he moved away from Lei Lei without a single gesture. His attitude reeked of discontent and anger, but in his actions he spoke of sensibility, and of a bit of reason. Lei Lei simply dropped her claws, and watched the man begin to walk away. The material of her claws hit the ice with a soft metal clang, and with squinted, though eased eyes, she watched him begin to walk away.

Donovan had moved ten feet away when Lei Lei finally felt the urge to speak. She rose one of her great metal claws with as much ease as she would raise her hand, and she took a quick step forward in order to better grab Donovan’s attention. Though she spoke in a loud voice, the hunter had stopped moving the very second she began.

“I’m not the one you want!” She called after him, though deep down she didn’t know why. As she watched the strong man walking away she had been filled with the urge to call out to him to explain, or at least to say that she wasn’t who he thought. Lei Lei frowned deeply, and held her claw up to her mouth, in order to call him again.

“I said, I’m not the-” Her words were cut off by Donovan’s, which were low and raspy, but still dominating enough to reign over the sound of the wind.

“I want all of you.” His voice was harsh, and as he spoke Lei Lei dropped her claws once more. Slowly Donovan turned, and though he made no motion to attack, Lei Lei noticed his fists go loose, as if they were ready to draw a weapon.

“I want all of you...in the ground.” Donovan’s voice was deep and rich, and spoke with a great deal of authority. “Where you can’t bring terror to any of the mortals, where you can’t hurt them for any more centuries.” Lei Lei frowned heavily, and took a long stride towards Donovan, her face a mask of indignation.

“I’ve never hurt them.” She stated firmly, and forced back a well of memories swelling inside of her. “Your problem is with the others. With Dimitri and Raptor, and others like Morrigan. I’ve done nothing to justify this hatred.”

“Your existence is proof of guilt.” Donovan stated slowly, and his left hand began to rise, forming a fist as it did so. He spoke slowly and with thought, though his words kept their dominating tone. “An impure kind. All of you must be wiped, every trace of your blood, every trace of your thoughts. There are no good Darkstalkers...they are all creatures with black, tainted hearts, that give no heed to the lives of mortals. They all must be destroyed.” Without a word Donovan turned away, and continued his slow pace over the frozen tundra. Snow began to slowly fall from the sky, but neither of the warriors seemed to take notice. Lei Lei frowned, and began to walk in the tracks of Donovan, following his steps and moving just as he did. She stepped down into his footprints, her long claws leaving her own trail behind her. For ten paces they walked in unison, before Donovan turned around once more, and regarded Lei Lei with a wavering patience.

“You’ve been given a reprieve.” He spoke darkly. “For this day. I suggest you not endanger it.”

“Take it back.” Lei Lei held her claws to her face again, as if she was ready to fight some more. “Take it back, what you said.”

“I will not.” Donovan replied grimly, and as Lei Lei had drawn her claws, so did he his blade. “I won’t tell you again, ghoul, stand down.”

“Take it back.” Lei Lei reiterated once again. “You don’t know anything.” For a moment Donovan was close to charging with his sword once more, but a second before he did so he noticed the face of Lei Lei. It was hard to tell amongst the snow and the light blue of her skin, but if one examined closely they could take note of tears running down her face. The ghost continued to stare with the cold glance of a heartless killer, but her body betrayed her wishes, and though she looked menacing and brave, the thin strings of water that hung from her eyes denied it. Donovan raised a right eyebrow, and replaced his sword back into it’s place on his back. His hands then hung down towards his waist, and he simply watched the Darkstalker amidst the wind and cold.

“You...You don’t know anything!” Lei Lei repeated once more, this time her voice raising and turning to a shout over the snowy hills. Her claws were raised but not in violence, more in the desperate gesture of a speaker, a last ditch attempt to convince one of her point. “You don’t know...how alone it feels.” She immediately thrust forth one of her claws, and pointed towards Donovan harshly.

“You couldn’t know!” She nearly shouted, and though her face was still a mask of ferocity, tears continued to fall. “You’re so eager to strike one of us down, you don’t even consider who we are! You see a Darkstalker and see a deeply born evil, well...you’re wrong!” With that the ghost girl’s claw had dropped, and she looked at Donovan once more, this time without the look of porcelain hate. Her eyes were weak, and her lower lip was slightly turned.

“You don’t know...” Her words were soft and wavering. “How...lonely, it is.” The ghost girl said nothing more, and she slowly turned away from the hunter. With her claws dragging into the snow and ice she paced somberly along the frozen ground, ignoring the cold and the snow that fell so heavily. As she moved further on into the growing blizzard, Donovan noted that very little of her form could now be seen, save for the light red robe that accented her outfit in certain points. Donovan watched her finally fade into the distance, and after a few moments of watching, the blue skinned ghost had disappeared.

Donovan drew his sword again, and began to follow her into the blizzard.

Lei Lei’s claws rose up once again, and for the second time in the past hour conflict had come her way. Her eyes squinted the dark gaze she possessed, and she glared hard at the figure that stood across from her. Staring back at her was a pair of demonic eyes, red pupils in a black backing. Raptor laughed, and made a come wither motion to the ghost with the forefinger of his left claw.

“Ey, you wanna be a groupie?” His voice was cocky and taunting, and in the fierce blizzard it was difficult to make out his distinct form. Lei Lei crouched down low, and kept her claws protectively before her face.

“Why are you here?” She cried out, her voice harsh above the wind. Her mind reeled, and she wondered to herself about what Raptor was doing in the area. It was a desolate place filled with ice and cold, and Raptor would’ve had no business there, lest it was from some sort of outside command. Lei Lei kept crouched but always stayed vigilant with her ears, listening as best she could for anyone else that may be in the area. If Raptor was in the area, it was a good chance others might be along with him. She stayed cautious, and barely even listened to the words that Raptor spoke.

“Just takin’ a little arctic vacation, love.” The zombie lord grinned wide, showing to Lei Lei his impressive set of sharpened teeth. He placed his hands upon his waist, and chuckled. “So how ‘bout it? Wanna make some snow angels together?”

Lei Lei shouted a cry of anger, and immediately thrust through the falling snow towards the standing Raptor. The zombie watched her draw closer to him and reacted with a dodge, taking advantage of her angered state and lack of concentration by leaping up, and timing his fall directly so he landed on top of the ghost girl. With a crack he forced himself down upon the swell of her back, slamming her hard into the ground with his weight centered on her middle. Lei Lei cried out in a sharp stab of pain, and her metal claws fell down to the ice with a clang. As he straddled her back Raptor gave off a laugh, and raised up one of his own clawed hands, his sight on the back of Lei Lei’s unprotected neck.

“Red, baby!” His accent was thick with bloodlust. “Maybe I’ll dedicate my next album to ya!” With that his hand began to swing down, with his claws intent on ripping the back of her neck. Just before contact his arm was stopped, by the forceful grip of a human like hand, which covered Raptor’s entire wrist and squeezed with force and dominance. Raptor looked up with his black eyes wide in horror, and as he stared up to Donovan’s face, the look of lustful violence turned into one of terror, and fear.

“Ya blimey...!” Raptor reached back with his free hand to the hilt of his guitar, but Donovan placed the blade of his sword upon the zombie’s shoulder to halt him. With a hard toss he threw Raptor off of Lei Lei, and watched as the pale skinned zombie lord fell to the ground with a thump in the ice. Without a word Raptor fled, staying low to the ground as he ran as fast as he could. Donovan watched him leave, and after a moment placed his sword back in its place. He then looked down to Lei Lei, who had upturned in her position and looked up at Donovan, still prone and weak from the blow Raptor had given her.

She looked up past her ward into his face, and a chill ran through her body.

“You’re going to...kill me.” It was a statement and not a question, an observation more than an inquiry. To the words Donovan shook his head, and slowly reached out his right hand to the ghost girl.

“There won’t be any killing today.” He stated calmly, and waited until Lei Lei took his hand to pull her up to her feet. Without a word of thanks Lei Lei let her arms slip out of the metal claws, and they dropped down to the ground unsupported.

“What about him?” She looked to where Raptor had fled, and was now nowhere to be seen or heard. “You let him get away, too.”

“Raptor’s foolish.” Donovan observed. “He’ll make many more fatal mistakes before someone finally destroys him. It won’t be long before I get another chance at sending his soul to hell.” With that Donovan looked over to Lei Lei, who was standing at a position where she was protected from the wind.

“Are you all right?” Donovan inquired, but to it Lei Lei simply turned away and frowned.

“What do you care?” Her words were harsh. “Darkstalkers are evil, remember? We should all be destroyed.”

Knowing not what to say, Donovan reached out, and with a pensive motion placed his hand upon Lei Lei’s tiny shoulder. The grip of his palm was firm and secure, and he held her shoulder with as much might as he gripped his mighty blade. Without another word he turned to ghost to face him, and just as silently met his lips into hers.

No warning or explanation was given, and within a matter of seconds Lei Lei found herself returning his kiss, for reasons beyond her own thought process, as well. As she felt his strong arms draw around her she lifted her own true arms, up and out from the fabric of her claw-like weaponry, and slowly drawn around Donovan’s neck. She kissed him, though deep down she didn’t quite know why. A mixture of loneliness and desperation, or perhaps a desire to forget about the fighting, or maybe even a true feeling for the hunter. All options she soon disregarded, and kissed up at him without thought now, only with passion and a heat swelling inside of her body.

Donovan himself kept his head lowered to Lei Lei’s, and let a few strands of his tied back hair fall away, and drape across the pale blue skin of the ghost, brushing and tickling at her flawless cheeks. As she felt it her body trembled in its place, and a deep blue hue began to rise upon her flesh, a blush of a supernatural, a rare sight that unfortunately neither had open eyes to view. Their lips played upon one another’s and their tongues intertwined, deeply kissing with emotions that could not be identified.

Lei Lei pressed harder to Donovan’s form, and forced her tongue further into his mouth to kiss him. Her heart raced and her throat was tight, and her mind was whirling with thoughts and vague, fleeting emotions. For the moment she kissed him she experienced more feeling than she had in the past six months combined, and at that moment Lei Lei realized she didn’t need an emotional reason. She didn’t have to love him, she didn’t have to be lustful for him, though deep down she was. All that was really needed was that he made her feel something, because feeling anything was better than feeling nothing at all. Every other sense seemed to be just trivial. Wordlessly the two broke the kiss, and their hands trailed to one another’s bodies.

Lei Lei slipped both of her hands inside of Donovan’s shirt, her fingers coursed over the muscled form and traced along his dark, flawless skin. As she did so she looked up into his eyes, and watched his sentinel expression as it refused to change even to smile, as her fingers played along his skin and toyed gently with the fabric of his vest. Donovan’s own hands were at Lei Lei’s waist, struggling with the odd design of the outfit she had worn. It seemed as if it had no entrance or exit, and the hunter glared at the odd clothing through squinted eyes. Lei Lei simply smiled, and pushed slowly away from Donovan.

Wordlessly she allowed her form to melt through the clothing she had worn, and as she came out she was very nearly bare, all that remained was the hat and the ward that was placed on its front. With that Lei Lei reached up, and set the hat down in the crumpled pile of clothing. She purposely set it with the ward facing away, and then stood up to meet Donovan’s form once more.

Lei Lei’s body was flawless, all pale and blue, with firm breasts and a very trim waist. Her shoulders were feminine and her arms were thin, though her legs were slightly muscled, the result of all her battles. Silently they stepped towards one another, and Donovan’s hands reached out for Lei Lei’s flesh.

His own skin was rough against the texture of silk that was Lei Lei’s flesh, abrasive and harsh on a soft and subtle background. The ghost girl nearly shivered as she felt the contact roll across her waist, and let her body go slightly limp, as she felt Donovan’s strong grip upon her. Her hands trailed out, and worked slowly at the clothing and armor garnering Donovan’s waist, removing and untying until she had undone any covering from his front. Donovan simply watched and waited as Lei Lei began to undress him, holding her in his grip the entire time and moving not once, despite her fingers brushing along his skin. Before long Donovan’s clothing and armor, including the gigantic blade, laid in a heap around his form. The two were both bare, and they stepped in closer to hold one another, as the wind began to blow once again.

The snow continued to fall, but neither felt the cold. Whether it was their supernatural blood or simply the heat of passion, the frigid temperature phased neither of the two, and they reacted to one another as naturally as they would under the warmest of conditions. Another kiss was drawn and shared, their tongues playing again and this time the hands of both exploring more. Lei Lei’s hands drifted under Donovan’s arms and around his muscled back, her fingers coursing slowly over the counter of his spine, and the impressive physique that the warrior had. Her hands slipped up slowly and freely explored into his hair, where her fingers undid the bind it was in and let his mane go free. Her fingers coursed through his released hear and she smiled at the feel, it was silky and smooth, a nearly feminine type of hair for so masculine a man. She continued to kiss him without reservation, and pressed her body hard upon his own.

Donovan himself kept a firm grip about the ghost, but his right hand trailed around, up her side and under her arm, where it slipped across to the front of her chest and fiercely grabbed upon her breasts. His fingers kneaded the dough of her body and pressed down firmly upon her flesh, rolling in slow circles and thoroughly dominating her senses. Lei Lei was forced to tremble visibly as Donovan held her in his arms, and she finally broke away from the kiss, her mouth lowering while she still remained in his grasp.

Her hands reached down, and as they traveled her fingers coursed along his skin. Slowly they descended until they reached his waistline, and from there the journey was finished as her fingers reached forward, and took the width of his shaft in both of her small, pale blue hands. She looked up to his face and gently squeezed his sex, to which he naturally gave no verbal or physical response. With a slightly raised eye she let her fingers play back and forth along it, one reaching down to cradle him from below while the other let its forefinger race back and forth along its length, swiftly and lightly tracing it down the middle. Again no response came from Donovan, and he stood as sentinel and firm as he had earlier. His grip was tight around Lei Lei, and she noted it as enough of a response, and enough of an urge to continue forward with her treatment. She took a moment to continue her teasing, and then stepped forward, even closer to the hunter. As if he sensed her intentions Donovan lifted Lei Lei’s small frame with ease, and together they worked to line themselves up. Lei Lei kept a firm grip upon Donovan’s hardened shaft, and Donovan’s head dropped down to view the matter at hand, slowly guiding the lifted ghost until the head of his sex was entreating entrance to her valley. They looked again at one another, and stared into the other’s eyes as Lei Lei’s sex nestled up against Donovan’s tip. They could feel each other’s heat from below, and in a slow gesture Donovan began to lower the ghost upon him. The pace was low and the mission took a moment, but after a bit of time Lei Lei’s body consumed Donovan’s sex, and her hands no longer had a place to grip. She trailed her arms up to his shoulders once more, and let her legs lock and tie behind his back, She gripped tightly to his frame, and then leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest and her chin fitting atop his shoulder. She closed her eyes, and prepared for the sensations that would soon come.

Without a word Donovan began to lift and drop Lei Lei, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. A moan nor pant was heard from either, but before long they were locked in a fevered pace, a quickened motion that sent shockwaves of emotion through both of their strong bodies. Donovan could feel the warmth of Lei Lei’s sex enveloping him, warming his shaft and protecting it from the harsh cold, squeezing it and tugging it, pulling at it every time it began to leave. When he thrust back inside it welcomed him again with warmth, and tried to clamp down once more, as if it wanted him trapped inside forever. Her walls were moist and deliciously tender, and though the grip was tight Donovan had no problem with his speeding thrusts.

Lei Lei herself was nearly overcome by the sensation. As she let Donovan’s might control her body, she could feel her southern mouth accepting his shaft eagerly. She could feel the gates of her sex pull back and forth upon each thrust, and she could feel her insides quiver every time he went in deep. Her fingers dug deep down into the muscles on his back, and she pressed her mouth down into his shoulder, kissing and licking at it as an accessory to passion, an extra thing for Donovan to experience as he repeatedly forced himself in and out of the beautiful ghost. Her right hand trailed out and grabbed a thick handful of his long brown hair, she held it tightly and used it as a handle. As she rose upon his shaft she pulled it, and then let it slip through her fingers as she dropped once more, each time accompanied by the sound of her flesh slapping hard against his own. Donovan’s head was forced back a bit due to her pulling of his hair, but he made no complaint and gave no sound to make her think it inappropriate. Before long she was pulling harder on his hair and actively moving along with his grip, no longer an empty doll being taken but an active participant in a lusty passion. Her legs tightened hard around his waist to strengthen her grip, and she used her free hand for leverage as she continued to fall down upon his shaft. She bit down hard on her lower lip, and a moan was on the tip of her tongue. To silence it she forced her mouth upon his own.

The two kissed as they continued to make love, deep and fiery with a desire that the outward appearance of both would seem to deny. Though Donovan looked obstinate and sentinel, his insides were revealed by the actions of his tongue, which moved swiftly and lustfully, pressing into the insides of Lei Lei’s mouth and drawing her tongue back into his own. He may have acted like a warrior, but he truly kissed like a lover.

Before long their speed was at its height, and both felt the threat of an upcoming release. As if sensing the wishes of the other that the event not end quite so fast, they pulled away from one another and Lei Lei was set back down onto her feet. She then dropped down onto her knees and rest in the snow, her face lined up nearly directly with Donovan’s sex. She allowed her knees to adjust amongst the frigid ground and slowly reached up both of her hands, allowing them to tease at Donovan’s legs before they reached their point of interest. Once again she gripped him with both of her tiny hands, but this time she drew him to a different part of her body. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, and his entrance was preceded by the feel of her breath on his flesh.

Lei Lei took Donovan inside her mouth slowly, and as soon as she placed him upon her tongue she could taste the flavor of her own lust from earlier, the fluid she had secreted while he so viciously pillaged her body. Her lips smiled around his shaft as she took in the flavor, and after a moment she pushed her lips forward some more, and took yet more of his sex within her mouth. Another moment passed and she had taken him as far as she was able, almost three fourths of his massive offering. After she had gauged how much she was able she began to rock back and forth upon his sex, wiping from it the flavor of herself and spreading upon it her saliva, the bottom of his shaft cradled entirely in her tongue. Her hands both teased and catered to his pouch below, while her mouth obediently sped up in velocity, and soon was flying to and fro open his sex. She could feel a powerful hand rest atop her head and play with her hair, taking long strands of deep blue and curling them around thick fingers. Her body quivered, and she went faster with her thrusts upon his sex.

Her treatment didn’t last long before she could feel a rising tension in Donovan, and the hunter pulled himself from her so that his release did not arrive. As he pulled out Lei Lei noticed his sex was rife with her saliva, dripping and coated in a thick glaze she had left upon it. Without a word large hands from above reached down, and grabbed Lei Lei across the waist once more. She was picked up without warning and brought to a higher snow back, one that made a quick edge fell into a mini plateau. Her body was rested gently upon it’s chilly mass, and Lei Lei watched with interest as Donovan went over to a nearby tree. Her eyes fixed on him as his hand reached up, and he pulled from a hanging branch a thick icicle that had collected on it’s frame. She watched with a smile playing on her lips as he approached her once more, and knelt down so that his face and shoulders were on level with her valley.

Donovan reached out and pressed the tip of the icicle to Lei Lei’s sex, allowing it’s chill to slowly course back and forth along her flesh. The icicle was slowly drug up and down the length of her valley, and as it reached the top it was shaken slightly, and it’s finest edge flowed past folds of flesh and towards the sensitive nub near the top. Lei Lei’s head fell back and her mouth was drawn open, though she still refused to moan before the hunter had given her president. Her eyes shut tight, and her hands trailed up to her own body, where her fingers played and tugged at the flesh of her breasts.

Before long the icicle was accompanied by Donovan’s tongue, licking down upon her folds and separating her layers. The shard of ice continued to tease along her thighs and behind her legs, though for the time being it seemed as if it was replaced by the brunt of Donovan’s rough tongue. Slowly he licked up and down her valley, and then side from side, dragging the folds along with each tender motion. He gradually fit his tongue inside her opening, and let it absorb the flavor that lied within. As his tongue rested inside his lips kissed it gently, and then opened to envelope the front of her sex inside of his mouth, covering her mound with his lips and warming it with his breath. The icicle teased along the underside of her thigh, and his tongue probed forward inside of her valley, gathering her flavor and pulling it back into Donovan’s mouth as he thrust it repeatedly inside of her.

Lei Lei’s fingers grew into tight fists and her mouth opened yet wide, and in her motions her back bent from the middle, rising and offering her valley more to Donovan. She could feel a hand rest under her body and slowly begin to lift her, and shortly after the cold of the icicle was felt at the entrance to her secondary opening. Only the edge was inserted and at that the motion was gentle, for it merely wavered back and forth inside, and then pulled out without entreating further. The sensation left her insides chilled but excited, and just as her body was craving more from behind she felt Donovan’s tongue leave her sex and descend. It coursed along the rim of flesh and down to where the icicle had just left, where it pressed down into the depths and sent warmth and moisture where there had just been cold. Lei Lei’s eyes shut tight, and at last her vow was broken.

“Oh...” The first noise to be uttered from the pair was spoken, and Lei Lei immediately felt better for having allowed it to be let go. She could feel Donovan’s tongue lap and probe inside her rear entrance, and before long the icicle had returned, this time threatening penetration of her sex. Her hand reached down and her fingers were placed on either side of her canal, and she spread them apart as if commanding the icicle to go forward. Without a word Donovan pressed it forward, and three inches of it’s length were slid up into the ghost girl’s body. Lei Lei moaned again, no longer concerned with the concept of the silence.

Suddenly Donovan’s body rose, and his tongue left Lei Lei’s rose as he stood, taking the girl once more in his hands and gripping her harshly about the waist. The icicle remained inside of her sex and Donovan’s own shaft had sprung up firmly, the head of his unit pressed up into where his tongue just left. At first Lei Lei’s eyes were wide with some worry, but she disregarded the emotion and then smiled, her head nodding to Donovan to bid him entrance. With a slow push, Donovan’s sex entered Lei Lei’s rose.

Lei Lei reached down as far as she could and took a grip on the icicle inside her, she began to move it back and forth and wiggle it throughout her, while she felt her insides becoming filled with the thick sex that Donovan possessed. Before long they had reached a position of comfort, and though his sex stretched her walls nearly to the point of pain, her body had reacted in such a way that the pain was immediately turned to pleasure, and she soon felt as if she was being made love to by two men at once. Her eyes closed and her mouth let moans run free, turning the silence into lust and shattering the quiet in the name of desire.

Swiftly now Donovan continued to force into her, repeatedly allowing his sex to penetrate her body, thick and deep he ran, plowing to her form with all the strength he could allow. Lei Lei continued to work upon herself, the icicle playing havoc on her flesh while her free hand still toyed with her breast, tugging and pinching at the sensitive nipple. Her blue skin was flush with desire and glazed in a thin coat of sweat, and she could see by Donovan’s face that he too, was thrown into passion. Though he made no sound to identify the reaction his face was different than the sentinel it once was, and his lips were pulled back in a signal of effort and lust. The sight made Lei Lei smiled, and soon she began to rock into his thrusts, meeting his sex with her backside and squeezing upon it as best as she could. Together the two trembled, and before long the pair could feel their release finally coming upon them. As if mutually agreeing to no longer deny it, they both quickened their pace, and before long their bodies quivered in lust, shaking and vibrating as waves of electricity reacted through their bodies.

Lei Lei’s walls went agape and flooded over the icicle she used upon herself, and almost simultaneously she could feel her bottom insides shot with the force of Donovan’s release, milky and thick as it slipped up through her body. With a slipping sound she felt Donovan leave her rose, and soon afterwards the cold sensation of his fluid falling from her opening sent chills along her spine. She moaned a final time, and removed the icicle from her body. She sat up as he sat down, and together they watched one another, resting upon the snow.

Lei Lei’s body ached, but she felt good and her mind was at ease. She glanced over to where she had left her clothes, and noticed that both her and Donovan’s was coated in a thin layer of snow. She smiled, and then turned back to her newfound lover.

“That look quite a while.” The first words shared since the kiss were uttered, and to them Donovan nodded slightly, and pressed his fingers into his strong chin.

“Aye...it did.” Was his only reply, and he looked thoughtful as he sat.

“Sorry if it took too much time away from your hunt.” Lei Lei finally said to him, and tilted her head as she regarded his strange look. “But I have a feeling that was something we both needed.”

Though he gave no verbal reply Donovan stood up once again, and his head nodded slightly at the words she spoke. Her walked over towards his clothing, and under Lei Lei’s eyes he began to dress himself once more. As he finished his ensemble and began to strap his blade to his back, he looked over to Lei Lei, who hadn’t taken an eye off of him since he began. For a moment they stared at one another, before it was Donovan who broke the silence with low, slightly mournful words.

“I’m afraid I have to go.” He stated, and his hands trailed up to his hair, in order to work on pinning it back again. “We might not meet again...death threatens us both, at nearly all times.”

The memory of Raptor flooded back into Lei Lei’s mind, and her subtle afterglow was shattered by the thought of the zombie’s hideous image staring over her. The ghost girl sighed, and turned to look down at the snow by her body. She adjusted her sitting position upon the flakes, and let the chill fill inside her senses. It numbed the thought of Raptor, and it froze the growing pain she could feel.

“I can’t...come with you.” Lei Lei simply stated, and both knew it was a truth, without the need for Donovan’s agreement. “So...” She turned again to face him, and her eyes flashed with the threat of anger.

“Are Darkstalkers still all evil?” She spoke harshly, as if his answer would be the difference between peace and yet another fight. Donovan finished tying back his hair, and slowly approached Lei Lei’s form. Without a word he drew up his great sword, and as Lei Lei watched with frightened eyes he rose it, threateningly, and swung it down with a fierce might.

Lei Lei remained silent as the sword went down, and inside she prepared for a death further than the one she had. But as she felt no pain, she opened her eyes, and looked up at the situation at hand. The large, rounded cleft in Donovan’s sword cradled a thick, tied lock of brown hair. It was resting upon the curl and draped lazily across the metal. It was offered before her face, and she looked at it with wide eyes. Her hands reached out and took the lock of hair, which was near four inches long and close to a full inch in diameter. She gripped it in both hands, and tilted her head as she looked at Donovan. His hair was slightly marred, where the piece had been removed, but still it retained its full, lush look. Lei Lei smiled, and much to her surprise Donovan smiled along with her.

“Darkstalkers are evil.” The hunter stated simply, and as he replaced his sword on his back, he gently tapped the area where the hair he gave once was. He slowly began to walk past Lei Lei, and as he did so his hand reached down, and rolled slowly across her silky blue hair.

“They’re evil.” Donovan’s voice reiterated, and his tone dropped to a low voice, barely above that of a whisper. “But they are not all heartless.”

The feel of his hand on her head disappeared, and swiftly Lei Lei turned around to reply. Before she could speak, she noticed that he was gone.

A smile began to grow on her pale blue lips, and she looked back over to where her clothes laid, buried under a growing heap of snow. She memorized its location, in case when she finally went for it it would be completed buried. After committing the location to memory she threw her arms behind her head, and fell back into the snow.

She stared up into the sky, and watched the clouds pass overhead.