Fucking Die Blaze
“Yes he is fighting me, he likes you a little more than I would like. So I have to show him that you are nothing more than a woman to kill and take the inner soul.” I could see the conflict in his eyes then the voice changed. “Nat I am so sorry, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It isn’t going to help you keep control of him. The human side has the vampire with it. No real man wants to hurt a woman like this.” I watched as he slipped into the human Blaze but hide the smile. “Blaze fight him…Please.”
The knife cut under my breast opening a large wound. I shrieked at the pain and wanted to cry, but held back the tears. Blaze stopped trying to hurt me for a few moments. I bucked again this time he did come off me. I was so shocked that I almost didn’t do anything. I kicked out but he caught my foot and twisted, I could hear as the bone broke. I ended up on my stomach, not an improvement because my shirt had bunched up around my hips. The thong I wore didn’t hide much and I could tell by the in drawn breath that he liked the view. I tried to move but his hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back. The knife bit into my skin again and I screamed into the mattress.
“Such a fine ass, how about I make it red. With blood that is” I knew it was Demon Blaze talking.
The timber in his voice sent shivers down my spine. The knife was cutting into my skin again. I felt the metal run up my back to cut the shirt off my back. The knife was dragged down my back. Skin pealed away from the knife, the blade so sharp that he didn't have to put much pressure in it. I wasn't great with pain, I tried to fight it off, to not show him that it was hurting. That my body was growing weak. Maybe if I died it would end it all, just give in and stop fighting this beast. I called my step father a beat but this man had him beat.
“Stop please, Stop!!!” I screamed feeling the tears falling down my face. I didn't really want to die, but I would in a few moments at that.
“Oh scream for me. I want to hear you plead for your life. I want to taste you amazing blood again.” Blaze leaned into me licking some of the wounds.
I shiver and try to pull away from him. I am so weak from blood lose that I can barely move. I didn't think I had it in me to beg for my life.
“Stop please stop. I will never beg for my life so get over yourself ass wipe. I really hate when men push women around and you have already tried to kill me and rape me. Third time and you’re out bud.” I struggled to push him off me again and when he did I fiound a way to flip over. I grabbed the first thing I saw it just happened to be a lamp. The wood it was carved out of was oak and I loved it, but it would do well for a stake. I came off the bed with the lamp and hit him in the head with it.
Blaze looked at me and I seen the fire rise in him as well. He had no idea what kind of wood the lamp was made of but he would soon find out. The thing was he was fast, and I didn’t see his hand until it hit me in the face. I snapped back and landed on my ass. The wounds that had started to heal ripped back open and I screamed from the pain. The lamp slide across the floor I scrambled to get it again. Blaze was on me in a moment I noticed the knife and tried to get away from it. I screamed and crab walked to the lamp. I could see the inner battle as he tried to stop his own body. When he looked at me I started to soften for Blaze. I kept trying to move but it was very slow going and I felt the sun coming up, yet I knew this because of my inner clock. I would guess that all vampires have it.
It was as my fingers touched the lamp that he pushed the knife into my chest. I stopped moving and screamed at the invasion. Blaze kept stabbing and soon I pushed at him. He was off balance and staggered backward. The moment he was on the floor I straddled his hips and brought the lamp down into his chest. I didn't even know that I had the lamp until I was thrusting it through his chest. Blood exploded out of him hitting me in the face. Gagging from the taste and smell of his blood. How the hell did Sydney chage him?
I watched as the light went out in his eyes and cried even harder. I don’t know how long I stay there, but it had to be all day, because the next thing I knew Draven is running into the room to find me lying on top of a very dead Blaze. I jerked and looked up at him with a tear stained face. It only took me a moment to curl into a ball and scream at the dead body. I wanted to take the stake out and put it through my own chest. The bastard might have gotten what he wanted. I was so weak I couldn’t look up at Draven. I was broken, my heart shattered as I tried to gather those pieces back into myself.
When Draven tried to touch me I jerked away from him. He handed me a bag of blood to try and help with my weakness. It took three bags before I could even try to move. I couldn’t handle the touch of any man at this point. I crawled into the bathroom and into the shower. I stood long enough to put the shower on the hottest setting I could take and curled in to a ball again. I stayed in the water until it turned cold and I was shivering from the cold. When I stood to leave the bathroom I heard Draven talking to someone on the phone and could scent someone else in the house. I didn’t care; I just wanted to hide from the world. I managed to dry off and get the soaked shirt off, but couldn’t bring myself to get more clothes. I got in bed and pulled all my blankets up and hide. Even though the blanket had blood on it, soaked I didn't care. I just hide under the blanket.