Poetry

My poems

I sigh feeling the razor edge of the knife slice into My arm dividing skin and flesh in a long thin cut I quiver feeling the quick flow of blood and lick My lips savoring the give of the sharpened edge in My flesh then I lean head down opening mouth and slowly lightly lick some of the blood away and moans softly tasting the sweet warm blood leaning down wraping lips over the wound and drinking down the blood savoring the pain and release from emotions it gives Me but then quickly because I am a vampire it heals stoping the flow of blood and I rage at it wanting more rage at love and the inner wounds it has caused and a tear falls at the thought of blood and love....

I feel My emotions swirl around me like a cool wind lightly caressing My mind and spirit making me acknowlegde it making me writhe under its sweet caress teasing me making my hopes soar that I can find one that can be Mine completely to obey only Me and no one else making her feel the deep love I feel for her and only giving Myself to her trusting loving feeling complete.

I roam and wander through the streets alone, searching hunting looking for one that is mine that one can sate my undying hunger to complete me, I feel My emotions swirling around me touching everything leaving its mark sliding over peoples auras a feather touch caress making them shudder unknowingly with My vampiric touch searching to sate My hunger on those with streangth and power.

The darkness beats inside me like a heartbeat echoing my own I feel it pusling inside Me and pulling at Me making Me feel like something is uncompleted thats needs to be done so I can become whole so the darkness isnt restrained inside Me so My true power can be released.

I walk through the woods at night, feeling the wildness around me wraping me in it's sweet fragrance, enveloping me in it's folds taking my breath away, making me feel the darkness swirling around me swallowing my hate and anger leaving a emptyness that I crave, a emptyness that will forever be with me to guide me, and never lead me to the false step that is emotion, emotion that will lead Me away from My path, the 1 I need to walk to survive in this cold dead world.

I feel the power inside myself and it begs to be released but to release it I must suffer a great pain and I wince knowing I have suffered great pains already and tremble at the thought of a pain greater then all I have faced have been great enough to nearly destroy Me yet I flirt with death trying to open Myself to the great power inside and strength inside Myself to become better then I already am yet I have the feeling I will lose all to do so and I feel that to become more will mean the destruction of what I am now.

I walk through the woods feeling My hungar gnawing at My mind urging Me to feed and kill to engulf the energy to sustain My powers and feel the darkness swallowing Me but I will not fight the darkness for it is familar to Me and I welcome it inside Myself for it has a power that nothing else could give Me power andd strength that all try to tap but only I can do so for it is inside Me I smell the sweet fragrant decay of the forest knowing it kills and gives life at the same time knowing if I give into it completely I can be more powerful then all but I fear losing what humanity that I have left will be lost to Me so I hold it deep into My heart like a shard of sapphire so pure and fragile ready to break if I become any harder inside.

what is time but the measurement of one's thought and that depends on ones state of relaxation to conduct that thought deep relaxation enhances deep thought so when humans are alone and relaxed it drives them to question and guess at so many things that they dont understand and sometimes try to make sense of the senseless for humans are a falliable race that will always wonder what is beyond their comprhension.

I see the dark destroyer from My dreams that I know that may destoy Me or save Me from Myself so why do I flirt with My demise like some boardgame because I know I am weak to some situations yet stong to resist My emotions and yet sometimes I feel My emotions cannot get ne stronger so I hope that all will return to where I may feel better about Myself and My thoughts that plague Me so.

I walk down the street baring My fangs thinking on who may be My next victim, dinner for My hunger of blood and power, who can sate the hunger inside Myself but someone that has a pure mind and heart for alone those can feed My unsatible hunger that drives Me to forever search and hunt for something that will never be Mine.

I feel the darkness flowing through My humanity consuming it and I feel no remorse at the loss because it was already lost to Me never to return except when I feel the pangs of compaionship with someone who I may for all My life.

these are poems I have found around the net and been sent.

When the sun set in the west I came out . I opened my eye's to the nature and beauty of life. Still darkness flowed threw my soul and allways will. I walked threw the early night wanting to find another equely strong or stronger .Alone I felt, but alive I was. Inside me a sleeping need to fill and touch another.feeding and loving for just a moment in time.The stars in the night and the moon lighting my path as I follow it With my wishes at hand and a new life plan, I could find solatude and comfort ,touch and companionship. In the darkness I'll be there my arms open to greet thee.And we can walk together speeking of times to come.

Maybe it is failure, that plagues my dreams each day. I promise I will continue, I promise I will train. But from where will the energy come? Where can I find the strength? And when the time comes, will I defeat the hungry beast? I reconfirm my vows. My hair grows long again. I toss away the cigarette, and look to my reflection. My eyes are dark and beaten, but resolve still remains. I can do what I promise, my charge will be safe one day. There is a weakness in me, this I always know. That she lives in the distance. She's always too far away.

I've been thinking about you. And I know I don't say it often enough, but I appreciate all you do. I've never known anyone as giving as you. You always go that extra mile to inspire and encourage me. You make me want to try harder; you make me want to succeed. You've made me believe in me. For this and so much more, I'm sending good wishes to your door.

I lay awake in sorrow.... The tears flow freely from my eyes... Each one finds a path across my cheeks... To fall upon my pillow... And as each tear passes, so does another moment in my time... A time that is forever changing... For no longer do I wish to cry tears of pain... I am all cried out.... I now see each tear as a window... A window upen to a new life... My life, filled with happiness... Never to have to know again..the pain of time passed... so I continue to cry until I drift off to sleep... To sleep...to know...to dream about my new path to come.

I dreamed a dream last night of passion lust and sweet caresses of time holding still and cardiac arrests my heart stopping as my lips touched yours the world faded into the past like a book of history it was a euphoric feeling like shang-gra-la heaven on earth please don't stop it hurts to think of awakening I want to live the rest of my life paused in this dream like glue we held as the world pulled never breaking the embrace of roses frail but never broken I dreamed a dream of love last night.

Sometimes when I take a look at the hectic world around me, I feel confused, but all of the noise fades away and I forget my worries when I think about youSometimes I feel ovewhelmed by life, and sometimes I don't know what to do, but everything suddenly feels right when I hear your voice, and see the light shining in your eyes. Even if I gaze into a crystal ball, I'll never see and understand it all, but I know that I'd be lost if you went away. I'd forever seek brighter days. Thank God for you.

I can see us beneath the stars on a dreamy silver night. With you in my arms, everything would feel right I'd kiss you softly and vow that there's no place I'd rather be, than in this romantic dream of you and me Nothing else in the world, no matter how enchanting or sweet, has the power to sweep me off my feet And there's nowhere I'd rather be, than in this dream where I'm loving you and you're loving me.

A Serpent's touch burn with fire. A humans presence, of loss desire's. A throne of glass ruby, & Gold, the Serpent's rule of this world,did he hold. A King of death,Pain& hatered Only luck can spare thee. A sympathetic jester stand before him, joking and fumbling with fright. No moment did pass,as the jester kissed his ass''. The Serpent drained what blood that remained .A two step class with the Serpent having the last laugh. He showed no remorse or guilt. A hidden life left from long ago, No train's nor boat's ,just horses and rope. A flame from hell ,Is his spell.Tell then the Serpent shall hide. Tell the next fool that would arrive ,He then would fall , So says the Serpent's call.....

In a darkend room filled with black and red wilted flowers , a small wooden table sit's alone. Upon it burns a single black candle flickering it's yellow amber flame. The light cast a hunting glow. A pugnet smell of death surrounded the small room. Agenst one wall in the darkness ,the light cast a shadow upon a man ,his head lay on a white satin pillow.His body so souless and lifeless lay perfectly slient ,in a bed of death surrounded by dead red roses. I fear this quiet room a trap of sorts. I ask my self is this a dream or reality. As I turned to leave ,I saw no way out . A moment later there was no air to breath, and that single black candle softly blowth out, Snuffing my life ,and changing it to death. This was a tomb and I was doomed. And I was now indeed one of death....

You wanted the beauty of life after death. Let me explain, it's not quite what you expect it to be. The Pain is still there but you are not. There you lay patiently to find comfort in the arms of of the angel of death. I like so many wanted an easy way out. The razor that sliced through my wrists still lays there on the bathroom floor where my life's blood spilled all over the pearly white tile. Grossly emmbedded in my mind. The thought of death maybe a better way, but trust me it's not.

The creature in me longs to break free; to lose control and run wild. To flee from the despair of my tragic life that has become more of a survival. So black has this existance been, sometimes stepping out into the light seems to be the only choice. Out of the mist you came, extracted from the warmth of your lair. The moment my eyes looked upon you, time stood still for me. I felt alive again. I could almost feel my heart quiver.

Twilight recedes and the moon illuminates the darkness that invades all who see.. bloodlust is upon all that live for those who flee and those who seek.. I walk the streets among the throngs who come for fun under the bright city lights, so many to look upon and only one to seek. there is a crowded pub filled with more and there is a house filled with the noise of still more whose laughter beckons me, and the choice is so illusive, but I make a choice that won't matter for whereever I go..they will be there with their beer and laughter and I will be there with a smile.. for the night is yet young and I am filled with bloodlust as I walk up to a young female and say "hello".........

What are you to me? Emotions and the Moon's bright light to hellp this path in the dark of night. What can I do for you? Listening to woe of your life and preventing the snake bite. Meeting in a dream, knowing who is there, Crying when you cry, laughing when you laugh. Knowing your pain and feeling mine, Complete trust unbroken but ever evolving to where I gaze at it's eternity and seek you at that moment Giving and yet receiving passion, thoughts. What are you to me? What can I do for you? On a stage above, you are always watching and listening, giving loyalty and I ever being, Unshaken; yours for another day, another life, another time gazing at it's eternity, Always knowing and never forgetting, mates of a different sort, Forever present and not forgetting seeing thru you to see me.

i am your night, i am the city light i am your predator, i am the pain you fear i am your shadow, i am the memory gone i am your friend, i am the envy you feel i am your thoughts, i am the one next door i am your spirit, i am the voices in your head i am your mind, i am the thoughts of suicide i am your love, i am the one you cannot have i am your tomorrow, i am the life you dream i am your yesterday, i am the life you miss i am your today, i am the life you do not live i am your darkness, i am the demon you can't see i am your question, i am what you forgot i am your answer, i am the one you forever seek i am your death, i am the life you didn't live...

You were happy once... Carefree, not a worry in sight... Then it happened... Out of the blue it came to you ... You were curious and touched it... And it gripped you as you had never been gripped before... Your life was full of happiness.. Your soul soared with such delight... Then it happened... Out of the blue it was gone... Ripped from the very depths it had itself created... And you were empty, emptier than you had ever been before... And you were sad... Tears filled the eyes that once sparkled with such joy... And your soul was left with a hole you had neer felt before... Saddness rules your world now... You retreat to the memories of when you were happy and carefree... Afraid of what might touch your life now... Afraid to have anything come close again... Afraid to experience such joy... For fear of it being taken away... Just as quickly as it came... This is....Love...the ever elusive...

The sun has set upon the horizon.... The sky dims to a soft black... One by one, the stars slowly begin to twinkle like dust in the light... The moon slowly rises to greet me... I awaken from my slumber to have the stirrings of hunger rise within me... The headache is present... The nerves are wrought... My mind races along with thoughts of another... Another by which to attain my goals... I am out into the night to search... Search for that which is all controlling... The hunger...the need..the desire... The desire to have my needs at peace... I find such that will sustain me awhile longer... I take but enough to control... The headache eases... The nerves calm... My mind races along with thoughts of another.... Another by which to attain my Fulfillment..........

Into the Abyess my Dark thoughts Fly The Dakrkness Beckons, Lady Death opens her cold embrace... I rush to my Fate! Cold Spirit Full of Rage....Vengeful Soul Wandering looking for Payback. Off Energy I Feed still.... But Sweet Blood I'm Now Denied.... My soul Crys out, Still Searching For It's Mate

I look out my window.. everthing is so familiar, but I don't recognize anyone. The faces are there.. but have they aged like me? The streets are the same, and so are the trees.. But I don't recognize anything. Memories flood past me, as I look out my window.. I see that which has gone, and myself which is not here. I look out my window.. and there I am outside, near someone so dear but so far away from here.. I see her face but she's not here, I only read between the lines, and wonder will I meet her. Will she find me and hold me, and say you are home? Or is this just a dream, And this window's stain will never change for me. I look out my window, And see I don't belong here..

Run again..run again.. what do you see... I see the dark fog of the night I see their names in the moonlight I am walking among cold slabs of rock.. it is dark, and the ground is hard, and I hear the trees whistling as the cold breeze hits, the cold feels good... and the shadows seem mysterious in the moon, can't see but know they are there, death and life...where are they? and you run from the unseen, that which is hidden in the shadows around you, from fear of the unknown, and the unknown that chases you... I seem to have a close affinity with black and white (when they are together), graveyards, gothic mudderings, and why-is-it-so philosophy. so lies the darkness in the shadows of our Alleys which keep you away, for the unseen keeps chasing you and you keep running... the night is where I find refuge where lurks the unseen and the unknown.. for I find comfort in knowing that life and death hath the same melody.. and in the shadows of night, so is life and death the same...

She lives in the distance, too far away. She lives in the horizon, out of my line of sight. I know where she is, how to get to her. But she is too far away to see. I can no longer speak to her. I never could know, what she expects of me, and exactly what I should ask. I am without her now, and this is all I know. I sit and I think of her, as I watch the morning crows. I am tired now, having worked myself tonight. Perhaps it is good that I am worn, maybe I'll sleep well today. As always though, when I lay down my head, I merely lay awake, thinking of all we've said. There are no promises between us. Nothing to look forward to. But as always I lay here, wondering "if it was so"...

With my candle and incense in hand, I make my way to a small patch of brick in my yard, upon which I kneel and allow the light of the moon so bright to envelop me... I close my eys and open my mind to the warmth and oneness I feel... As I slowly breath in and out, each breath becomes a step I take across a bridge... The wind blows as lightly as the scent of the incense, filling my mind.. With every step I take across the bridge, I drop a thought into the chasm below... Until it becomes a gentle river flowing and my mind becomes clear... I am so at peace, that I do not feel the burning of the wax as it is falling upon my hand.. The flame of which, flickers as lightly as each twinkling of the stars above... I ask for naught of the Moon, but instead give of myself completely... And with that completeness, comes the serenity and strength I have had of need... The oneness has lasted for so long, my incense has burned to the end of it's life... And as I speak the last, I rise stifly from my thoughts, as a Gargoyle waking in the night.... The Moon was full tonight....

I awaken from my sleep, though no rest has really come. Every day the same, I see that I'm alone. No one to share my fear, no one to hush me back to sleep. The late morning sun gleams about my feet. She used to help me through, she used to calm my soul. But now I stand alone, to face these horrid dreams. This is not so bad, it usually is worse. But I'm struck all the same, as I know what's implied. Is it not enough? Do I not work hard? Do I not bring peace? To the ones who need? Why then am I denied? Why must I be alone? Did I really ask of this? Is this something I thought I'd need? Whatever the reason for now, I cannot find my peace. Whatever the reason now, my shattered sleep is dead. Will I ever see her? Will she ever know? The love I feel from her gentle words... How much I need her so?

The smooth sharp edge drug down my neck. It was hot and cold, frightening and comforting, wanted and feared. I tried to speak, to stop it, but I couldn't. Instead my head rolled back and my lips gaped open. A soft moan escaped before I could silence it. Hell, even my eyes retreated into the back of my skull. I felt the warm kiss of blood as it dripped down my neck and pooled along my collar bone. It was getting harder to keep my eyes open. My knees were weak, my heart racing. I knew he could taste my pulse, but I couldn't calm myself With too much effort, I gripped his shirt sleeve with my hand, my fingernails finally dug into his flesh. He released his grasp on my throat and looked at me, amused. His green eyes danced as he smiled at me, my blood staining his lips. I couldn't find the word fuck, even if I found them, I wouldn't have This was the part I feared the most. This was the part where I couldn't say no. I couldn't say please don't touch me, don't kiss me, don't take me. I had no voice. I had no restraint. I had no will. And he knew it, bastard; he enjoyed every bit of it. All he had to do was guide me, and I'd do anything he wished. As long as the crimson fluid drained from my neck, I'd be his slave.

This is how it feels? To be the last one left all the rest are dead or will be in prison till their own deaths. All this time I spent changing my ways becoming a "better" person, becoming like the sheep that fill society, so that i could be uncaged and alive. Why? Is life worth living when you are not yourself anymore when you cannot even remember who you are or what you wanted to be. All I can see is what should have been, prepped almost from birth to be a hit- man/gun-runner, yet somehow i ended up with a star on my shirt, telling myself it is only what I do for money yet realising everyday it becomes more of a part of who I am. Dreams of becoming the next William Bonnie, or John Dillinger, dreams of leading a new uprising to be like Geronimo or Ten Bears, all are lost in the sands of time. Who I am, is no one I ever wished to be. As hard as I fought it, to grow up is to become like your parents, with an involate for a mother and a monster for a father this makes one truly sad mix, to finish and extend this horrible existance settle down have a family of my own, or to be alive again to pick up the guns rob and kill for my own pleasure that is the question I deceide the answer to day by day. Will I have the strength to keep going and become truly a sheep who is happy being one, or will all the pent up rage and anger from trying to fit in and be someone I am not destroy me and many others in my wake thus is my question, my answer will be my meaning of life.

Upon the young vampire before she even knows he is there, his voice but a whisper in the dark, his lips right at her ear, "I am hungry my love, and the feast I hunger for is raw Destyn." His cold hands sliding up her side, breathing his hot breath on her ear before his wet tongue snakes out, burning a trail across her lobe, sliding down the tender flesh of her inviting throat. A sharp gasp slipping from her as a long nail grazes her already hard nipple, pulling her to him closer, her back to his front, lifting her long hair, his teeth drawing twin lines of crimson across the back of her neck. "Oh fuck" she breathes, writhing back against his body, squirming uncontrollably, "p…please..fuck me…" Tossing her across the room abruptly, to land on the bed in a heap, watching her as limbs unfold before him, the pure lust and desire in her eyes matching his as they begin to take on a red hue. His head lowered, looking for all the world like a wild animal stalking it's prey, slowly making his way to the bed, she follows him with her eyes as he moves in a circle around the bed. Shedding his own clothing , they hit the floor a piece at a time, she licks her lips so sensuously as she watches him, running her hands over her hard nipples, squeezing , the other hand sliding between her thighs, her panties even wetter than before as she moves them aside to rub the swollen bud of her clit, slipping a finger inside with a desperate moan. Is on her in an instant, her panties are ripped to shreds, his long fangs sinking into the tender flesh of her inner thigh as her hips rise from the bed, her hoarse scream of pleasure filling the room, a rush of sweet nectar gushing from her wet slit as he does, blood mixing with it on her thigh to form the sweetest of honey. Sucking ravenously, as orgasm after orgasm hits her, "OH FUCK…AHHHH…P…PLEASE ..M..MASTER…!" Raising his head slowly from her leg, thick blood dripping from his chin, lowering once more, to lap and lick at her center, his long tongue sliding easily up her now gushing pussy, she screams again, a guttural grow ripping from her throat as he fucks her with his long wet muscle, flicking it over her clit as he pulls it out, pausing to watch her writhing through yet another powerful orgasm. Moving up her body slowly, nipping and licking as he makes his way up her lithe form, spreading her shapely legs wide as he plunges the length of his cock deep inside her, thrusting hard and fast, growls coming from both of them as she bites hid bottom lip, tasting his sweet blood. Almost heady with pleasure, pulling out after 35 minutes of non stop fucking, placing the tip of his massive member at her ashore, slowly sliding in all the way, her moans and screams music to his ears, pounding her with everything he has, rolling over on his back, his mouth open in a silent scream of his own as she rides him like a wild woman. Bouncing even harder, close again to cumming , slamming her ass down over his cock , four of her own fingers buried in her soaking pussy, "AHHHH…AHH….OHHH ..FUCCKKKKK ..BABYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! " Slamming down on him one last time as she almost ejects him from her , squeezing him so tight inside, a loud growl from him as she does. Quickly moving from atop him, his cock sliding out of her , each moan as it slides free, her beautiful eyes cutting up to him as she slides down his sweat coated body, nipping his skin much like he did to her earlier, her hot mouth and so soft lips sliding over his cock, taking his all the way in, the slurping sounds driving him crazy as her juices mix with saliva , his cock now slick with her talented , wet mouth. A roar of pleasure erupting from him, a viselike grip on her blonde locks, thick, white hot cum spewing forth from the tip of his cock to splash forcefully into the back of her throat, before the torrent of his orgasm, the muscles of her throat had already started working, knowing how hard, and how much he came when he orgasmed, swallowing most of it, rubbing what she could of what was left into his cock and drained balls, smiling at the jerking movements he made as she did so, massaging still more into her sore breasts and nipples. With a sigh of contentment, he lays down beside her, "I love you my pet.." she turns to him in his arms, "as I love you too, my Master, my King." The two drift off to blissful sleep together, only to waken much later, to slake another thirst , the life flow of crimson nectar, blood.

I dream of her again. She comes to me in a small black vinyl miniskirt that cleves her volumptuos breasts together, and thigh high black leather boots. Her dark brown hair just long enough to reach the top of her heaving bussoms. Her seductive dark eyes lock with mine, it's almost as if she knows what I'm thinking before I do. She knows I lust for her to taste every inch of her incredible body with my tongue, to press my lips to hers, to taste of her blood upon my lips. As she walks inside the doorway I lead her to the wall the shackles are hung from. I push her into the wall bound her wrists and ankles while she fights me trying to stop me. But finally she is bound, she looks into my eyes again, slowly cocking her head to the right, it's always as if she's trying to read me. I pull the switchblade from my pocket, shove it to her face by her lips and she licks the blade slowly with her tongue while she looks into me. I move the knife, bring the blade to the side of her and cut through the seems of her tight miniskirt from her shoulder to her legs, then peel it off of her busty figure, only to see there was nothing underneath. I shed myself of my clothes my cock growing harder and starting to throb a bit already. I force her arms back into the wall, my blade still in my right hand, as i force myself upon her. She screams loudly for help as I force my now harder, and firmer cock into her hot wet pussy and I force my lips upon her. Then I pull myself in and out of her tight wet hole as I order into her ear "Scream Bitch, if you wanna live through this night scream." I shove my now throbbing cock inside of her again in and out I shove it inside of her, faster and faster, as I take my right hand and cut the top of her breast ever so gently just enough for a few drops of her precious ruby red blood to be released. I crouch to her breast and drink of her blood slowly while I force myself inside of her agagin and again. Her blood so sweet the taste of it is idescribable, while I slam my hard throbbing cock between her wet hot walls again and my cock explodes in exstacy inside of her. While all the time I still drink of her as she screams for help over and over. I lick her tits slowly around her hard nipples, while I slap her sexy ass. Then I drop to my knees look upon her bossom still driping blood ever so slowly, as I put my lips to her pussy's pretty pink lips. I clinch her cheeks and draw her closer as I lick her clit in circles round and round faster and faster, at the same time my cock grows harder and harder again. I slightly nibble on her clit just enough to make swell as I slide my middle finger inside her tight sexy ass. I suck upon her clit hard while i lick the bottom of it up and down with my tongue faster and faster shoving my finger in and out of her ass until finally she bursts inside of my mouth. I lick up in a line to her navel and lick it longingly with my tongue. Then up in a line again around her hard pointy nipples slowly and drink of her blood once again as I slam my hard throbbing cock inside of her yet again, it throbs so hard for her my whole body doth shake uncontrollably as I slam it inside of her hot dripping wet pussy again. I lick up to her neck and suck upon it hard as I shove myself inside of her again faster and faster I do slam my cock inside of her as still she screams. My eyes dialated now from her essence look deep into her incredibly dark eyes again as I my cock goes inside of her throbbing so hard I can no longer hold back. I force my lips to hers as I explode inside of her hot dripping pussy again. Then I bite her bottom lip, pull her body even closer to mine and whisper into her ear, "We've only just begun."

Flowing down the mountain pass, any and all obstacles ignored, traveled over or through the centuries even cut completely through by this raging force known simply by the name river. The silver moonlight reflects and sparkles from the pure torrent as it forever rushes onward. There is one witness, pausing to lower his red stained muzzle to lap at the water, the cool refreshing liquid slaking his thirst, actually subduing the hunter , for now. Eyes cutting up as sharp tuned ears pick up the slightest of sounds. Canis Lupis , across the border his name is Lobo, but here where there is nobody speaking except the mighty thunder and distant crash of the water cascading to it's eminent destination with the rocks down below less than ¼ of a mile down wind, he is simply wolf. This is why the tiny scuttle of the other creature near by, another wolf by the smell, Crooked Tail, his name he'd gotten as a pup narrowly escaping the jaws of a steel trap. Old Silver Star, alpha male and leader of the Crimson Tooth pack snarls, a wrinkle riding up his muzzle, and along his name sake, the pure white star shape covering his face. He knew why the younger pup was here, it was an open challenge for leadership. Backing up slightly, stopping as his rear paws come in contact with the carcass of his fresh kill, a doe . Crooked Tail moves down and around the tress toward him, snarling himself, starting to circle as the two find themselves in the spotlight of the moon, silver light washing both of them with it's pureness, adding something special , almost supernatural to the scene. Issuing his first growl, every ounce of authority in his massive chest in that one rather intimidation motion, for this was one huge predator, long razor sharp claws scraping the hard rock as he gets ready to do what he must to defend his position in the pack, knowing instinctively that if he fails he'll soon be ignored, to wander off and eventually die alone, pride and dignity shattered forever, no, he can not, will not go out like that. Lowering his head , eyes never leaving his brother warrior and enemy as he closes the gap between them, suddenly leaping, jaws snapping , long fangs sinking deep, muzzle even redder now as it soaks with hot fresh blood, shaking his head furiously, ripping the fur and flesh of the other's heavy shoulder. Feeling the white hot pain in his own foreleg as he himself is attacked, both beasts yelping in pain simultaneously . The fight seems to last for hours, blood and fur both flying as the two give everything they have, unknown to either of them, a set of bright blue eyes watch them. Solid white, her name is Snow, alpha female and Silver Star's mate. Determined to follow her life mate no matter the outcome, even though by all rights if Crooked Tail won, she was his if he so chose. His paw slipping in the blood slick rocks, falling on his side, Crooked is on him in a flash, mouth slipping over his throat, closing in for the kill. Silver catches a movement from the corner of his eye, it is Snow, in her worry she moves out just a little from her covering foliage, it is all he needs, all of the rage and strength in his heart and soul being mustered at that one instant. Rolling, twisting his huge body, pinning Crooked with his own jaws on the challengers throat, pausing , knowing that if he doesn't rip his throat out right now and end this the pup will only issue the same challenge later. Raising his head slowly, snapping at the younger wolf's face, ripping viciously, knowing as soon as it is done that he's scarred this pup for life. Backing away, still snarling as he starts dragging his kill a short distance. Crooked slowly rises to his feet, limping away, glancing over his shoulder only once, defeat clearly written in every movement. Silver lowers his head, hurting in several places himself now, sidestepping as Snow walks up to him, wining sympathetically. Licking his muzzle first, her soft wet nose gently rubbing along his, then licking his wounds, helping him drag his kill, their meat, dragging it home to the two puppies she'd given birth to three months earlier, the moon shines it's silver blessings down on the two in their labor of love , the raging river singing them a song of eternity , telling them both that what they did this night will not be forgotten.

It's about 4:00 PM on a Saturday afternoon, and the two had had an exceedingly great day so far, with the morning spent in bed, in the kitchen, the shower, and even outside in the garden on this long bench with a few pillows for comfort. Not that their relationship was just sex, but they were very into eachother to say the least, and both did have very healthy sexual appetites. Sitting on the couch, cuddled up with one another, her sitting in his lap as usual, just watching a pretty good horror flick when the phone rings, she leans over, brushing her firm breasts across his face purposefully with a grin as she answers it, acting as if she's just little miss innocent, really in a good mood right now, "hello, Henricks residence, Jeri speaking." The voice on the other end is deep and smooth, kind of taking her by surprise with the control just from hearing it, she has a brief instant of trying to picture the image of the man behind it, "Well hello Jeri, this is Talen, Axe Talen and I'm calling for David, Bane, is he there by any chance? Not that I mind talking to you Sugar, you have a sweet voice." She smiles, blushing a little, her pretty eyes glowing, "Um, he's right here Mr Talen, and thanks, you have a nice voice too." The voice chuckles as Bane looks up at hearing the name, "You sound like a sweet girl, young too, I bet you're not his cousin, and I know he don't have any sisters your age, 19 or under right?" She smiles again, holding a finger up to Bane, "Yeah, try almost 18, and I'm his live in, his girl if you wanna call it anything, but listen, here he is, it was nice talking to you Axe." Before she hands the phone to her man, she hears, "You are too sexy for your own good hon, I'll see you soon." Her smile is huge as she snuggles deeper into the big man, watching the movie, glancing up at his face to gauge his reaction talking to his intriguing friend. His face lights up hearing that voice, "Talen you motherfucker, how the fuck you been brother?" They talk for a while, and she smiles a lot hearing the one ended conversation, obviously this was a true friend and not like that jerk Dragon Breath or whatever his name was. He hangs up the phone after she hears him giving the address, smiling from ear to ear. "How do you feel about having drinks with an old friend of mine baby? And this guy is cool, went to school with him and he's had my back on more occasions than I can remember, he's a true brother is what I'm saying, and he's dying to see us too." She raises her head from his massive chest, "Us?" Grinning, his eyes showing how really happy he is to hear from his friend, he replies, "Yeah us, he wants to meet my girl too, he said you sound so sexy he has to meet you now." She kisses him, the smile she can't hold back even if she tried to, "Well, if I am I'm your sexy girl baby." He smiles himself, stroking her long hair. "You know, I don't remember being this happy with anyone else, I mean that too." The kiss she gives him then is passionate as hell, when she pulls back, it's like he can see the light bulb going off in her eyes. "We need more liquor than we have and I know it, mixes too, want me to make a run real quick baby?" He thinks for a moment, then, "Yeah, you can, it wouldn't hurt to have a little extra on hand, if I'm not mistaken he can drink like a fish." She smiles, "You can too sweetie." She grabs her keys, slipping her socks and shoes on, as she's currently wearing a tank top and denim shorts, and heads out the door, while she's gone he grabs a quick shower. Soon after she gets back, she too takes one, and when she is finally ready, she's dressed in a tight black, short mini skirt, red pumps with lacy socks, and a red lacy half top that it tight enough it leaves nothing to the imagination. He's dressed in a nice pare of levis and a black leather muscle shirt she'd picked up for him shopping last week, it showed his bulging arms and tats like she loved, his black cowboy boots completes the look, his long dark hair braided down the back, a silver and leather cord entwined in it. As she gets done with his braid, there's a knock at the door. She quickly runs to answer it, and when she opens the door, her heart skips a beat, this was the man she'd talked to earlier, this she knew without a doubt, she smiles at him, noting that he gives her a quick once over, but nothing lingering, and then his gaze , those incredible green eyes settle on hers, the slightest hint of crows feet, and an amazing smile, "You must be Jeri, I knew you had to be pretty, but you didn't warn me that you were eye candy hon." He grins, stepping in as she offers her hand, he takes it, pulling her in gently for a warm hug, that one motion is almost enough to set her head reeling, and she has to remind herself that this was a friend, hugging him back, his cologne sending shivers through her, she clears her throat, stepping back, closing the door behind him. He is 6'5" roughly 320, with long red hair, hanging free down his back, wearing faded jeans and dusty cowboy boots, a black Harley shirt with a wolf howling at the moon, and a black leather jacket with fringes and conchos on the sleeves. He shrugs the heavy jacket off, it's kind of dusty, and she can see he has his own set of tats, covering arms longer, but just as muscular as Bane's. A neatly trimmed red mustache and goatee decorate his face, and a bear with feathers hanging from it dangle from his left ear. Bane walks in just as the two are making small talk, their talk turning to him, Jeri explaining how long they'd been together, and Talen telling her he'd known the man his whole life. The two big men hug as soon as they see one another, really hugging, she smiles watching them, almost holding her breath, for she'd never seen two men who weren't afraid to show such open affection. They sit, starting to talk over old times, and she starts bringing drinks and trays of appetizers. Soon the topic turns to the night she and Bane met, and he isn't going into any details, but she can clearly see Talen is interested, she speaks up, "Baby, can I tell him how that night went?" A mischievous look in her eyes he knows so well. He grins, very proud of how he took her that night, not just in the way he took control and left her wanting more, but the way he made himself the man she wanted to be with and please, her man, and he took her from a man she wasn't happy with and made her happy by the taking, this he was proud of to no end. "Sure baby, you tell him what you want." So she begins, not even leaving the part about Spider out, but she doesn't go into graphics, just hitting some high points. Talen can't help but laugh at her talking about Spider leaving upset, and through out it all he just listens, not grinning, just nodding, asking a question here and there, like an intelligent mature adult, she liked that, liked him more and more as the night quickly goes by. He speaks up, "Would you two consider doing that again? With me maybe? If not, I can see you're really into eachother and it's cool, but I gotta tell you, I think Jeri is as hot as I've seen." She squirms a little, cuddled up on the couch right up to Bane, looking up into his eyes, as if asking him for approval. "Baby? That's up to you, you know how I feel, if you want to I'm yours, you tell me, if you don't want to, we wont." He slides his hand along her cheek, smiling, knowing that she was attracted to his friend, his voice low as he tells her, "Turn the lights down and come back and sit in my lap, if he joins us, he does, if you want him to leave," Glancing over at Talen, "He will." She kisses her man passionately before doing as he says, straddling his lap, kissing him, her hands working on the vest, at the same time he manages to get her tank top off, rubbing her already hard nipples with his thumb and forefinger. She moans into his mouth, hearing the man behind her as he gets undressed, moving around on Bane's lap, standing up, starting to dance, stripping out of her clothes sexily, knowing she's turning both men on as she does. Bane takes advantage of this, standing himself to kick his boots off and slide his jeans down, stepping out of them, then he sits once more, watching as she steps up on the couch, a leg on either side of him, her wet pussy right in his face, then she slowly lowers to him, gasping out loud and almost screaming as his tongue slides over her swollen clit, his hands on her firm ass, holding her cheeks wide. She feels another set of hands on her then, on her hips, then a tongue sliding over her asshole, she does scream then, and almost faints right there as her legs go weak in her first of many orgasms this night. Going to her knees slowly, that look of hungry desire in her eyes, she straddles her man once more, kissing him, sliding down his body, glancing over her shoulder at Talen, whispering huskily, "Wait, I want him first, then we can get nasty." Talen smiles with a nod, understanding, just running his hands over her back, legs and ass as her mouth moves lower, finally she begins licking Bane's now rock hard fat cock, and soon it's shiny, so wet from her mouth, then she slides her lips over the shaft, taking him down as he moans loudly. Her small soft hands play with his balls, stroking him as she moves up and down, taking more of him down her throat with each stroke, his hands in her hair, hearing her whimpers anytime he pushes or pulls her hair, "Oh fuck yeah baby, that's it, you suck my cock so good baby, oh yeah, that's my good girl," She whimpers louder around his cock, " That's it, you my little slut baby? My little whore, my little fuck toy?" At hearing this, one of her hands move between her legs, and two fingers disappear up her wet slit, she starts fucking herself quickly, moaning and whimpering, "mm, mmm" That's when she feels it, hands spreading her ass apart, she grabs onto Bane, her muffled moans and whimpers turning into a full blown scream as she feels Talen licking her ass and pussy hard, driving two of his own fingers into her. After this orgasm, she looks from one man to the other, turning to Talen, after getting a nod from Bane, kissing the man with as much passion as she'd kissed her man with earlier, backing up, and with a helping hand from both men, straddles Bane, facing away from him, slowly sliding down over his thick shaft, whimpering with a shudder as she does, taking Talen's cock in her hand, kissing and licking the head as she starts riding her man. Talen moans, rubbing her shoulders and breasts as her mouth starts working his tool over, getting it nice and wet, sliding a hand around him, between his cheeks, a finger sliding in his ass, his hips buck when she does this, and she starts moving faster, hearing Bane moaning roughly behind her, starting to shove up into her hard now, his lap is drenched with her juices, the noises they make as she slides up and down quickly are wet, squishy sounds, skin smacking wet skin. Slipping the cock out of her mouth with an audible `pop', leaning back against Bane, letting him soak in her for now, one arm going back around his head, her body arched as she continues stroking Talen's hard meat, her words coming out in gasps after she kisses her man with an intensity he's only known from the girl, "C, can, can he c, cum, " She winces , closes her eyes, her mouth open in a silent moan as her hand grips his hair, tightening on him with internal muscles, "Oh baby, do, do you want him, in my, in my mouth?" His answer is an animalistic growl right in her ear as he takes the whole ear into his mouth, "You, y, you do, what you want to , as long, as you're my little , bitch." She starts moaning much louder, muffling the sounds somewhat by the dick she stuffs into her mouth, bucking like crazy a few moments. She lifts herself from him, her juices soaking the couch, and him as she does, shifting forward a little, reaching down to place the head of that fat cock at her much smaller hole, he understands, helping her as she slides down slowly, still sucking hard on the one cock, all but screaming around it as her ass is stretched wider and wider. Talen starts fucking her mouth with a vengeance now, her moans and seeing her impaled ass more than he can take and he throws his head back, "Aaaahhhhh, fuck! Goddamn you little, " His words drop off as he fills her mouth, and she sucks down every drop, licking what she misses from her chin and lips. Leaning back against Bane, still riding him like crazy, throwing her legs wide, spreading her wet pussy for Talen to see, three of her fingers now slipping in and out slowly, "Do," Gasping in pleasure, "Do, you, think you, can get it up, oh fuck yeah baby, ream my ass like only you can, oh God yeah, I'm your ass slut, get over here Talen, and fuck my pussy hard." Talen moves over to them, stroking his cock, just about hard again, and getting harder when she strokes it , giving him a look that would melt still and make the Pope cum in his robe. "Fuck me motherfucker, I don't think you can, I think you're a pussy bitch faggot, fuck me like my man can, if you're half the man he is." Grabbing under each knee, breathing hard, covered in sweat, she pulls her legs back and spreads them even wider, her soaking wet pussy dripping all over Bane's cock, balls, and her speared ass. Talen, driven by this incredible, insatiable girl/woman, shoves his cock deep into the depths of her splayed slit, her throaty scream loud, as she starts squirming, having never done this before, but she'd seen it on a porn with Hell once, and for the first time knew she wanted it, if not just this once. Huge tears start streaming down both cheeks as she starts trembling, starting slowly, her legs quaking, then her cheeks, and soon her whole body is trembling, Bane even asks in her ear if she's ok, but all she can do is nod, even unable to speak, just a shuddering breath, gasping from between her lips, she tightens around both of them and Talen feels the violent flood around his cock as she cums, taking in a deep breath before screaming. It's at this time, Bane has been holding back for sometime now, but he can't help but cut loose, filling her bowels with his spurts of hot sticky cum, his roar is little more than an extended moan, and Talen joins them both only seconds after, his cock slipping out of her, spraying her trim wet tummy and breasts. She is still shaking minutes later when Talen slips from her, laying back in the floor, gasping for air and Bane just holds her, placing small tender kisses on her neck and shoulders. Soon after, Talen grabs a shower, promising to come back, and not just in the hopes of more action, but because he now has two very good friends to come visit, hugging her tight before leaving, the two having just thrown robes on, meaning to shower after he leaves. That night , the two of them go at it again for over an hour, getting up around 3PM Sunday afternoon. She wakes him up with a blowjob to start another great day.

I am away from her now, somewhere far away. I run through a valley, holding the charge I vowed. It comes for me, in predatory distance. It comes for me, and the charge within my hands. I grow weary from my journey. It merely stalks behind. It knows I can't last long, and I know my time is soon. This mountain I climb is too great, I cannot overcome it. With the burn in my legs I falter, finally set down the child. I cannot see my follower, but I know he is there. I look anyway, only to see the trees with their blank stare. On the verge of passing out, as I lean heavily, he shows himself. The bright orange stripes gleaming in the daytime sun. My skin burns as I see, though from the sun or the fear I'm not sure. It closes in, watching intently, as I can only slump. Close it draws, licking at its' lips. The hunter takes its' time, enjoying the thought of a meal. An easy one this is, this tired traveller. And look... a child to savor later. I watch as it's glare moves. He looks not at me, and my thoughts slowly clear. What do I owe this to? What draws his attention near? My charge, I can see, is this new focus. The vow I took has brought me clarity. I cannot fail to stand, as the child has no defense. If I do not hold up... how can he become a man? With new resolve I rise, and return my stalkers' glare. With this new challenge, his eyes become aware. No matter what, I will fight with all my might, but when he leaps, my end seems within sight.

Ghost of the past come into view, Visions of people I hardly even knew. Dirty secrets swarming all around, Memories fading....never to be found. Heart is pounding faster with the anticipation of fear, Along with the sweet deadly whispers in my ear. For so long I have held in all the painful tears, Now So fast they come to the surface after all these years. "Come be with us", is the only thing I hear the spirits say, So close yet they are still so far away. I have felt nothing but agony and heartache for so long, Always having to be so tough when no one else had the compaction to help me be strong. As the bright lights slowly warm my cold face, A gentle voice tells me its not to late, I have not yet fallen from grace. Through the glowing lights I see a figure standing in front of me, Closer now I suddenly realize the figure is my father but how could his be? He gently bends down in front of me almost on his knees,"Tell me this isn't real, how could this be happening? Tell me Daddy Please? Lightly kissing my cheek and holding my hand, He tells me of this beautiful place far away in a distant land. For First time in a long time I have found something to believe in, I have found a new hope and love inside my heart once again. Flashes of sweet forgotten memories now spin in my head, Erasing all of the sorrows and fears and times my heart had bled. I feel the hot streams of tears start to flow, As he tells me it is time for him to go... He runs his fingertips through my hair, Telling me how wonderful life can be, even though at times life may not be fair. Love is the only thing in ones heart to keep things from falling apart, So remember when times get rough, just look inside your heart. He has now disappeared along with the light, Things are starting to look a lot more promising and bright. I will go on with my new life, And try to keep up with the everyday strive. When things get so very hard, I now know I will not have to look very far.

He spotted her by herself at the bar, sipping a drink, thinking to himself "My god, why the fuck is something that gorgeous still by herself." Making his way over to her, just as another guy sits on the stool he was about to take for himself, he orders a gin and tonic, paying for it he sips, pretending not to listen in as the guy tries to pick the beauty up with lame one liners, finally getting angry, asking her if she was too damn good or something. Jack steps in then, "Hey man, the lady said no, and if you can't take no for an answer maybe you'll take it from my friend over there." He points to a rather large and intimidating bouncer standing by the entrance watching them, nodding as Jack points him out. The guy flips them both off, moving on to easier prey. Dressed in an expensive charcoal gray dinner jacket and matching slacks, it's not hard to tell that Jack Severs was a man of money, and lots of it, from the gold Rolex on his wrist to the way his short blonde hair and beard were perfect. He sits next to the girl, who couldn't be much older than her early twenties, and he guessed what drew him to her, besides her lush dark, long hair and deep blue eyes combined with the smoothest, fairest complexion he'd ever seen on a brunette, was the immediate air of innocence surrounding her. She wore a baby blue light sweater top and matching skirt, not too short, but still provocative on her. She was short, he noticed as his eyes traveled over her, maybe 5'2", 120 lbs, and when she smiled up at him shyly, not only did her whole face light up, but so did his heart at the sparkle in those gorgeous eyes. He smiled back, "Hi, Jack Severs, sorry it took me running a jerk like that off to meet you, but I'm glad to meet you anyway, buy you a drink?" Her smile widens, "Um, I have one already Mr Severs, but thank you, and thank you for the save too," Motioning for him to sit by her. "Unfortunately I seem to draw men like that, I don't know why." They talk for over two hours, he finds out her name is Trish Stanford, that she's a business major, and 22 years old. Surprisingly he finds he can talk to this girl he'd just met like an old friend, the connection was strong, and he had no doubt she felt it too. It takes him three tries before he finally gets her to dance with him, and in the course of the night he'd found out that she'd been tragically hurt in a relationship a little over a year ago, and since hadn't had much to do with men, and no, not women either she says with a demure giggle. After two dances, he notices it is getting pretty late, breaking an uncomfortable silence, he turns to her at the table they'd acquired, taking her hands in his, "Trish, I know this might sound like a line, but I like you, how would you like to come back to my hotel room, just talk if nothing else?" She cuts her eyes up at him from under long lashes, blushing with that shy smile, nodding, "Ok, and Jack, I like you too." She picks her purse up, witch he does notice is rather big for her, and red leather with a silver scorpion on the front, shaking his head as they leave together, just not her style he thinks, although who was he to say. Inside the exquisite hotel suite, he pours them drinks and they talk a bit more into the night. A warning of sorts sinks through his alcohol induced haze as everytime he asks about her past, she brushes on to another subject or he gets the feeling she's not being honest with him, but he surmises that she's probably had a troubled past and doesn't like it brought up or talk about it, no problem, he had no doubt they had plenty of time, he had every intention of seeing her again. She stands, walking over to the bedroom door, looking back over her shoulder at him, "Your bedroom?" He swallows hard, nodding, joining her by the door, flipping the lights on to reveal that it matches the rest of the suite in extravagance. She turns to him, licking her lips, he can see she's trembling as her arms slip around his neck, she whispers, "Jack, it's been so long since I've felt this way, will you? Do you want me to stay the night? I don't think I can spend tonight alone, please Jack, kiss me, make me feel wanted again." As her words are spoken, a lone tear trickles down her cheek. He moans as his lips brush hers, never has he had a woman kiss him like this, so soft, her lips are just right, full, warm and wet, he feels a tingle on his own lips as the kiss lingers, and her leg rises slowly, her show falling to the floor as she rubs her leg up his, he can feel her heat as passion like he's never known takes over and they stumble into the room, the kiss breaking with two gasps as she leads him to the bed, pushing him onto his back. "Oh Jack, that kiss, damn, it has been too long but I'll tell you this much, I've kiss a few guys in my time, but you turn me on like they only wish they could." He smiles up at her, having taken his jacket off when they'd come in, he now wore just his slacks and shirt, the shirt she was now bent over him, unbuttoning with a smile. "I know this sounds like line too baby, but I've never been kissed like you just kissed me either." Tossing the shirt to the side, she kisses him once more, her slender hands working on his pants now, he tries to sit up, but she pushes him back with a soft growl, "Just relax, it might have been a while, but I still know what I'm doing." Pulling his pants down and off, she starts at his knees, slowly making her way up his thighs to the music of his moans, his hands playing in her hair. She reaches the outline of his cock, now blood engorged, tracing it with her fingers, making him jerk in response. "You like that baby, you want me to make you cum in my mouth now, huh? " He just nods with a moan as she pulls his underwear off, her hands sliding over his huge phallus, stroking the shaft as she watching shiny drops of precum dribble onto her fingers and thumb, "Oooh, I love playing with a beautiful cock, and yours is definitely beautiful sweetie." She stands up, lifting the sweater over her head, revealing a lacy bra the same blue as her outfit, and soon it joins the sweater as her full rounded breasts taste fresh air, pink tight nipples already hard. Next she turns around, unzipping the skirt so slowly, easing it down her legs, bending over so he can see she was wearing matching thongs, and he can now see how wet she is , her juices glistening on her thighs. Making her way back to the bed, she straddles his face, gasping in delight as his tongue and lips work their magic, bending over, taking his cock in her mouth, sucking softly, hungrily, the combination making him strum his tongue over her clit even harder, easing two fingers into her wetness, causing her eyes to close as her legs shake, and her head to bob up and down faster, taking more and more of him in until he's touching the back of her throat with every stroke. She shoves her mouth down on his cock hard, impaling herself on it as she screams out a massive earth shattering orgasm, and at the same time he starts shaking too, flooding her mouth and throat with his milky seed, it dribbles out of her mouth, and she licks it up, cleaning his cock, smiling as she kisses the head one last time, snuggling up beside him. "Mmmmm, did you like that Jack?" He turns to her, kissing her lips , licking them , noticing they are numb now, as is part of his face, he just moans, shaking it off as nothing, "Don't ask questions you already know the answers too sexy. After I get my second wind, " He starts wiggling his fingers and toes, finding it hard to do so, his speech is slurring as well, he looks to her, eyes questioning, "Wha?" She leans over, placing a soft kiss below his ear, whispering, "Jack, I have a message from Mr Giovani, nobody fucks him over on a deal, what you're feeling is a slow poison I gave you when we first kissed hon, and you'll just get numb all over until you quit breathing, your nerves shut down. Before I go, I want you to know that you were a very sweet man, and under different circumstances, we might have had a future, you're a fucking knock out in bed, and it's a real shame I had to kill a true gentleman like you." Kissing his now unmovable lips, brushing the lone tear from his cheek, she rises, dressing in the black body suite in her back, making her way around the suite, removing any trace that she'd been there, not that she'd touched very much. Finally checking his pulse, she drops a pare of used panties she'd gotten from a whore earlier that night under the bed. Satisfied, she pushes a button on the devise Tony gave her, making her way out the window with her purse. In the time it takes her to get to the road, the black caddie picks her up, and her cell rings, she answers, "yeah, it's done." Tony replies, " Good, good, I can always depend on you Dawn, money's in da bank." They both hang up, hand she pulls the blonde wig off, revealing shoulder length red hair. She plucks the contacts from her green eyes too, leaning her hair back, she smiles, he really was good, damn.

As she steps out of her electric blue 1976 Camaro, the song that's blaring from the speakers , and will stop automatically after 30 seconds is "She's Only 17" by Winger, an 80s hair band with only a few very lucky strikes on the charts when songs like that were the shit, she likes it because it kind of nails her situation here. Dressed in sandled pumps, with straps that climb up her very shapely calves, a short denim skirt her father had fought with her mother over 100 times, and a short light blue half top, her naval and trim tummy showing very nicely, also showing off the tiny butterfly belly button ring. She looked all of 22, very nice curves now, and her nipples were plainly seen through the tight shirt. She leaves the black leather biker jacket on for now, unzipped of course, this had been a present a few years ago from the guy she'd come so close to falling what she thought was in love with, Hellfire was the big man's name. Shivering, like she always did when she thought about him, she knocks on the door, and Cherie lets her in with a smile, dressed not quite so brazen, but with the same biker mentality, in tight faded jeans and a Harley shirt tied in the front, still bare foot, Cherie, she'd learned, hated shoes or any footwear, but if anyone could get away with going naked foot, it was this 40ish woman, she did have gorgeous feet, if you liked that sort of thing, and Jeri had been paying attention to her more and more these days, knowing the red head was hot as hell and knew it too. Blowing Jacko a kiss behind Cherie's back, then flipping him off with a sugar wouldn't melt smile she knew turned the older biker on to no end, she listens to Cherie talk about how Christen needed to go to the Dr today at 10:30, answering the woman, in the back of her mind thinking about what she's gonna do to Jacko the moment she leaves. Cherie makes sure everything is in order before leaving, kissing Jacko , smacking him on the butt, telling him she loves him, he tells her he loves her, she heads out for work. As soon as they know she's gone, Jeri gives him a look, a hungry, smoldering look, crooking her finger at him, beckoning. Sliding her arms around his neck, one leg hooks around one of his, sliding up his leg seductively with a long low moan as their lips meet in a blood boiling, passion drenched kiss, his hands all over her, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making them harder than they already were. Breaking the kiss, she leads him by the hand to the high back couch, pushing him down, stepping back to run her hands over her own body, slowly peeling the tight shirt off, tossing it at him with a sexy smile, licking her full pink lips. Reaching behind her, she unsnaps her bra, letting it fall in his lap, he just sets it to the side with her top, rubbing the growing bulge in his faded jeans. Her small, soft hands rub over naked full breasts, pinching her own hard nipples, moaning and licking her lips even more, then she turns around, sliding the skirt down, bending over as she reveals to him that she was wearing nothing under it, having a pare of panties in her purse, her very shapely young ass is round and firm, he reaches out and runs a hand over it, "Goddamn girl, I'm gonna eat you the fuck alive." She steps out of the skirt, tossing it onto the pile of clothing, "You promise? " Placing a hand on either hip, he pulls her closer, burying his face between her cheeks, his tongue lapping at her soaking pussy, she squeals in delight, first pulling away from him, then grinding herself into his face, eyes half closed in pleasure while her breath comes in gasps and moaning. She whimpers, and this drives him crazy with lust, "Oh fuck Jacko, I can't wait, fuck me now." Standing behind her, she can hear his belt and jeans being hastily undone, and feel his throbbing cock as he rubs it up and down between her cheeks, over her waiting, hungry slit. She bends even further over, reaching between her spread legs to grope and fondle his tool, stroking it, hearing his moan of pleasure right before he eases it into her hot depths, she moves back against him, and he doesn't even move, just lets her fuck him, sliding back and forth on his cock, moaning and writhing like a storm out of control, her desires completely free right now, to do just as she pleases. Holding onto her hips, he sits down on the couch, still inside her, leaning back as she plants a leg to either side of him, riding him like this is the last day on earth and this was the last time they'd do this. He reaches around her, his fingers sliding down over her trim tummy, starting to rub her swollen, wet clit furiously to her further gasps, it seems to trigger something in her as she starts bucking crazily, screaming as she clamps down hard on him with her inner muscles. Shaking, she slides out of his lap, the wet squishy sound as his dick leaves her is loud in the room with only their panting to be heard. Turning to face him, she grabs two pillows from the couch, kneeling on them in front of him, her pretty blue eyes never leaving his as first she licks all over him, moaning at the taste of own cum, then slowly taking him in, going all the way down as he grits his teeth, eyes half closed in ecstasy. Suddenly, and without warning, she starts bobbing her head up and down rapidly, taking him down her throat with every stroke. Pulling her mouth from his cock with an audible `pop', she smiles up at him, slapping her nipples, then her lips with the veiny shaft, asking him in a husky, throaty tone, "You like that baby? Yeah I know you do." Her hand wraps around him tight as she starts jerking him faster and faster, her lips sliding back over him, taking his length down, over and over as his hands stray to her hair, shoving now to the glorious sounds of her moans, her one hand now between her legs, fingers buried inside, rubbing her clit at the same time. She starts massaging his balls which have grown tight, almost ready to burst, knowing he's so close now. "Oh fuck baby, oh yeah, Jesus fucking Christ I'm gonna blow!" As he finishes his last words, his own strangled yell is all he utters as his cock finally spasms, just as she gets another orgasm herself, filling her mouth with hot sticky cum, so much that a little that she couldn't swallow right then trickles onto her chin. She keeps sucking him, a smile in her eyes, enjoying the way he keeps jerking from being too sensitive now. Releasing him as he grows soft in her mouth, she licks her lips, even what was on her chin she scoops up with her fingers, licking them clean. Rising from the floor, she starts getting dressed, "Is Cherie working late again tonight?" He doesn't answer her at first, then, "Maybe, I think so" She just smiles zipping her skirt up while he's zipping his jeans, standing up. "If she is we can have even more fun, now go get to work old man." She giggles as he slaps her ass, and then kisses her before leaving. She now goes to check on the baby, starting to fix something to eat, smiling the whole time.

His breath puffs out in thick blasts of fog, illuminated by the moon's soft glow. The snap of a branch, the rustle of leaves, his own whimper of fear as he forces his legs to pump, please don't let me down now, please don't, not now. Almost tripping as his feet get tangled in the undergrowth, he catches himself at the last moment, steadying himself with a hand against a tree, that took a little skin from the palm of his hand, but right now a little skin was nothing compared to what would happen if they caught up to him. Bobby Fieldman had just witnessed his mother's murder, and the three men who'd done it were hot on his trail even as he was wasting precious time tripping and basically could be yaelling to them, "Hey, over here", with all the noise he's making. Praying, that was the only thing he could do now besides run like hell and he knew it, to think of what he'd seen them do, no, oh no he couldn't go there. Trying to hold back the salty tears that pour down his cheeks anyway, mixing with blood and mud that he'd accumulated on his short but quick journey, wincing as he forces his way through a mass of twisted, ripping thorn bushes, his skin now gouged and bleeding in several places.His breath coming out now in ragged gasps, his only goal is to survive this night.Behind him he hears them, much closer than he thought at first, or was that his fever pitched imagination playing tricks on him ? He starts the chant, "Please oh please oh please don't let em catch me please oh please oh please." Wait, what is that up ahead, a light, as he gets closer he sees it is indeed a light, oh thank you God, it was a house, he finds a newfound energy as he endures new cuts and scrapes, zeroing in on this oasis he's just glimpsed.Trying to be quiet but knowing he is failing miserably, breathing even harder now as he steps out of the woods and into a back yard. Covering the distance to the huge house as quickly as he can, knowing there is no way he can get through the front door, so he heads around to the back of the house, trying the back door, it's locked too, he hates his own weakness as he starts crying silent tears of frustration, then tries the door again, pushing harder, it gives with a groan, and he winces as it does, but pushes his way inside anyway, then he just stands there in the dark, heart trip hammering in the dark so loud he knows anyone here will hear it even in their sleep. Moving through the house, only hoping he has enough time to do what it is he has to do here, seeing pictures on the walls, a nice looking family, and he thinks they have a little boy too, well, he was little at one time, but he doesn't see any older pictures of anyone except mom and dad. A lump thickens in his throat, threatening to turn into hot burning tears of grief for his own mother, but he bites them back, pushing on. Easing upstairs as quietly as he can, every few steps he stops as the steps squeak. Opening the door to a room to the right, he can just make out two lumps, heads he thinks, this is mom and dad's room, he sneaks over to the dresser, picking the man's wallet up, slowly opening it up, counting four one hundred dollar bills , a five, a ten and three ones, he takes the ten, the five and the ones, glancing down to see a dish full of quarters also, fearful of making too much noise, he leaves them where they are and leaves the room, closing the door slowly but not latching it. Creeping a door in the hallway, it must be a closet of some kind, the ten year old opens this door as well, moving coats and shoes aside, sifting through the boxes in the floor till he spies something of use, a plastic encased flashlight. Taking this with him, he moves on to the next door, easing it open and gingerly turning the light on, cupping his hand around the beam as to produce a tunnel vision effect, looking around , on a twin bed he sees the tenant, a sleeping boy, about his age, the covers kicked off of him in dreams or nightmares, which now makes no difference. Moving over to the closet here, he selects a suite of clothing , a coat and a sturdy pare of hiking boots, making his mind up to leave these nice people a note telling what he'd done , promising to memorize the address on their mailbox before leaving, so he can send the money he's taken, plus enough to cover the clothing and boots too. Easing into the bathroom next to the boy's room, he rinses his hands and face off, changing clothing and shoes as quietly as he can, stopping as he hears something, thankfully he had just tied the last shoe right before this. Peeking out the door, he can just see a shadow moving up the stairs, his heart racing, he ducks back in the bathroom quickly, the killers, and they'd found him too. Taking a deep breath to try and steel his nerves, he peeks out again, nothing, so he ever so slowly creeps back into the boy's room, testing the window, it opens easily after he unlocks it, the sleeping boy stirs, but doesn't wake up. Out the window he goes, sliding down the tin roof, knowing at any time he's going to get caught, closing his eyes in prayer, he drops to the ground, rolling like he's seen in countless movies. As he is entering the woods once more, he can't help but look back, seeing lights come on in the house, hearing screams, fresh tears slide down his cheeks as he prays for those who just gave their lives because of him. He takes off running, ever he believes, to be a fugitive on the run.