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Summary: A demon is prowling the night. Jenny and Tom have the misfortune of stepping into his path. Jenny/Julian. AU.
Setting: Alternative Universe. Has nothing to do what-so-ever with the FG story line.
Originally Posted: June 2010. (Revised January 2019)
Warnings: Adults only, 18+. Story contains strong language, M/F, rape, OOC, graphic violence, and evil Julian (I like him better this way).
Distribution/Sharing: Links only, please. No translations or reprints.
Word Count: 7,134
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Relinquish
By: K.Blood
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Sometime during the movie the sun had set. Leaving the theater with her hand tucked in the crook of her boyfriend's elbow, Jenny Thornton admired all the tiny stars which had come out to gleam in the ebony sky. It was a beautiful night. She wore her hair up in a ponytail and the hot California air felt refreshing against the nape of her neck. Content with life, she pressed closer to Tom as they turned down the alleyway which led to the parking lot behind the building.
The area was almost completely dark. The only light came from a bare light bulb hanging above a side door. Jenny wasn't frightened. She laid her head on Tom's shoulder, taking comfort in the feel of him. It had been a nice evening. Perhaps he wouldn't take her home right away and they could sit in his car and just talk a little. As simple as such a thing was, she enjoyed it.
Something moved near the end of the alley. A figure in the shadows, blacker than the darkness around it, pushed itself off the side of the theater and stood in their path. The broad shoulders gave a hint to the gender of the silhouette but nothing else.
"Tom," Jenny whispered, tightening her hold on his arm. They weren't in the greatest part of town and the unmoving figure standing in their way alarmed her.
"We don't want any trouble," said her boyfriend. The confidence and take-no-crap authority in his tone renewed a bit of her own confidence. That was, until she saw the eyes.
They appeared to melt through the darkness, leering at them. A deep indescribable blue, they gleamed with an inner light as if a fire burned within them. There was nothing friendly about the cold look they gave.
Jenny felt Tom's body tense under her touch as an instinctual fear seeped into the both of them. The eyes had a ravenous look in them, something wild and hungry. The creature (because Jenny knew no human could possibly have eyes like that) began to approach them.
Together, Jenny and Tom took a step back—and found themselves backed against a solid brick wall which hadn't been there moments before. It stood right in the way of the direction they had just came from, blocking off the front of the alley.
How was that even possible? Fear gripped Jenny by the throat, making it hard to breathe. She turned to her boyfriend, "What's going on?"
Tom didn't answer. His muscles were hard under her fingers. She wished she could make out more of his face in the darkness. She knew he must have been scared too. The creature, or demon, or whatever it was, continued to slowly creep towards them. Its steps were steady and casual. After all, there was no need to rush. There was no where for Tom or Jenny to go.
"Please," she said to it. "Please don't hurt us."
It laughed. Immediately, warning alarms went off throughout Jenny's body. The thing, whatever it may be, was evil...and it blocked the only way out.
"What do you want?" demanded Tom, but the earlier authority had left his tone. "Money? You can have anything."
"I wanna play," the intruder replied. His voice, deep and primal, and oddly sensual, was almost like a physical thing. Jenny could feel it nesting low in her belly, warming her blood as it sent chills down her spine.
The dark figure was about a yard or so from the light above the door when the bulb began to flicker, before growing permanently dim. With the grace of a theater performer stepping on stage, the creature emerged from the darkness into what remained of the light.
He looked like a young man about their own age. The very sight of him stole Jenny's breath. He was absolutely beautiful, but it was an unearthly beauty. Something exotic, as if he did not belong in this world. His hair was the color of winter frost and his eyes flickered like twilight. He wore black—a vest and jeans—which molded to his body like a second skin.
He stood there a moment, simply watching them. It was then that Jenny recognized the look in his gaze. He was sizing them up, like a predator on the hunt. The notion screamed at her. There was no denying it. It was evident in the stealthy way he held himself, and in the way he regarded them, as if they were something to be eaten. Jenny's knees grew weak as she realized that she and her boyfriend had become prey.
"Oh, God," she heard Tom mumble under his breath. His voice sounded distant compared to the roar of her pulse in her ears. Jenny wanted to faint, needed to, but the cruel reality of their situation kept her painfully aware.
He must have seen it in their eyes, the fear and the recognition of what he was. A wicked smile turned up a single corner of his perfectly sculpted lips. He stepped out of the light and the shadows of the alley rushed quickly to engulf him again, leaving only the icy blue of his eyes. Jenny wanted to scream but her body refused to listen.
"P-pl-please," her boyfriend stuttered, absolute terror constricting his voice. The sound of it fueled Jenny's own fear. She'd never heard Tom stutter before. He was always so confident. The big athletic star, who took any challenge head-on. "P-please, don't k-kill us."
"Kill?" The hunter's voice was slightly whimsical, amused. It was as enthralling as moonlight, yet as deadly as a blade. He chuckled and Jenny felt dizzy. "If I kill you then we won't be able to play."
The eyes were so close now; so hungry as they leered at them. Jenny pressed her body as flat as she could against the wall at her back, hoping that it was all some bad dream, that soon she'd wake up.
Without warning, Tom was jerked from her grasp. She let out a scream as she heard Tom's own cry rip through the air. In the blackness she could barely make out their outlines, but even that was enough to send raw terror coursing through her at the sight of her boyfriend's silhouette being hoisted up into the air by his throat.
"Let him go, please!" she shrieked, feeling absolutely helpless.
Those luminous eyes turned her way. They took a moment to study her, and then, much to Jenny's surprise and relief, the creature let Tom go. He hit the ground with a thud that hurt her just to hear it.
Despite the monster standing right there, Jenny ran to her boyfriend, crouching beside his dazed form. She prayed he was all right. She wasn't allowed too much time to find out as a hand gripped her ponytail and yanked her too her feet. Her scalp tingled under the abuse as the hunter tugged her face close to his own. His burning gaze roamed over her. From this close she could make out the grin curling his lips.
"Well, aren't you just cute."
Fear, like icy fingers, trickled down her back as she stared up at him, at those unholy predator's eyes.
"Don't hurt us," she managed to breathe.
"Now you..." he said, his voice like a dark purr. "...I could play with you for days."
"Take her!" Tom's tone was harsh, raspy from the damage the creature had caused. Jenny wasn’t sure she had heard him correctly. Then he repeated, “Take her! Please, let me go. You can have her, just let me go!"
Not caring anymore for the pain the hunter's hold was causing her, Jenny turned as much as she could to look at her boyfriend through the darkness. She couldn't make out his expression but it was evident by his tone that he meant what he was saying. Jenny felt her heart stop. All emotion drained from her, leaving her hollow.
"Tom..." she whispered, feeling something deep inside her break. Tears filled her eyes as she stared at his outline in the blackness. The hunter laughed and the emptiness in her was replaced by a sudden chill.
"Your lover is very callous," his flowing voice teased her. Rich blue eyes shifted towards Tom. "I admire a man who's willing to sacrifice those weaker than himself to save his own skin—Go."
Tom remained unmoving for a moment, perhaps wondering if he'd heard correctly or just not believing his luck. Once the uncertainty passed, her boyfriend was up on his feet and running for the open end of the alley. Jenny watched as the man she loved, the person she trusted most, abandoned her. A sob hitched in her throat and tears blurred her vision.
"Shhh," the hunter soothed. A hand touched her face. Gentle fingers, as delicate as moth's wings, wiped away tears. The gesture would have been comforting if not for the malicious glint in his gaze.
"Don't cry," he said. "Not so soon. It's a waste of good suffering."
Suddenly, Jenny was jerked off balance. She stumbled and slammed against the side of the alley. Pain shot up from her lower back to the top of her spine as she hit the brick wall. She might have cried out, she wasn't sure. Before she could do anything the hunter was there. She shoved out with her palms, trying to push the monster away. He caught her wrists easily in one hand and pinned them above her head.
"You're very pretty," he purred in her ear. Jenny began to tremble. "You glow like sunshine. You smell like...a virgin."
She let out a startled cry as the front of her blouse was ripped open. A hand roughly cupped one of her breasts through her bra. His palm began to knead the round flesh as he bent to whisper against the side of her face, "Let's play a game."
He inhaled with his lips slightly parted, as if her scent was a flavor he could taste on his tongue. "If you can fight me off before I've managed to remove your panties, then I'll leave that lovely maidenhead of yours intact. How does that sound?"
Jenny let out a whine. "Don't hurt me."
The hunter growled. "Then stop being such a little tease!"
With a quick tug, the front of her bra was pulled under her breasts, leaving them exposed to the open air. Her nipples immediately reacted to the chill of the demon's presence. His hand cupped her again, rolling a stiffening bud under his thumb. A rush of shame filled her at the slight pleasure the hunter's touch brought her. Jenny turned her head away, trying to hide her humiliation in the crook of her shoulder.
"Please, stop."
"Do you agree to the game, or not?" he said, his tone not as harsh as before.
A sob escaped her throat as Jenny fought to free her wrists.
"I'm assuming that's a yes?" he said, humor clear in his voice.
She could only let out another whine.
"Is it? I could just hurt you now, if that's really what you want?"
Fat tears slid down her face. "Please don't."
"Then do you agree?"
She sniffed back a sob. "Okay. Just please don't—"
Suddenly, she was flung to the ground, landing hard on her back. The impact sent a numbing pain up her elbows. The pain soon became meaningless as she felt the hunter's weight on her as he straddled her hips. Hands were in her hair and she tried to stop him from doing whatever he planned on doing next.
Despair took hold of her as she realized just how much stronger he was than she. Jenny felt it as he pulled out the band keeping her ponytail up. Her newly freed hair cascaded around her shoulders and onto the ground beneath her. Those demonic eyes stared at her, a savoring look glisten within them.
"There, that's much better. Hair like honey in the sun should never be restrained like that."
She stared silently up at him.
"And eyes as green as cypress trees, flecked with gold. Very nice. And the tears are a joy as well." His hands moved to her chest and she struggled to stop the unwanted groping. "You are a very lovely young woman."
She tried to push him away. His hands snatched hers, pinning them at her sides. Horrified, Jenny watched as his eyes, never breaking contact with hers, lowered in the darkness. She let out a gasp as a cold tongue flicked the very tip of her right nipple.
She could hear the satisfied smirk in his voice as he said, "Liked that? Do remember, though, that we are playing a game. So if you don't start putting up more of a fight, well..." The eyes hovering over her chest practically glowed with sadistic mirth. "Let's just say I'm not known for being gentle. I'm not the kind of guy a girl wants to break her in."
Jenny let out a sobbing gasp as his lips closed around the peek of a breast. She began to squirm harder, attempting to escape from under him as he suckled her. The weight of her shame was almost enough to out do her fear as her body reacted to the monster. A lusty heat settled at her core as his mouth continued to work her tit.
Jenny felt his hold on her hands loosen and, in a burst of will, she intensified her struggles. Managing to turn beneath him, she pulled herself out from under the hunter's weight.
Too easy, she thought as she stumbled to her feet and took off in a run for the open end of the alley.
Jenny was no fool, or so she liked to believe. He had hardly offered a fight. He had let her go on purpose. She didn't know way, and really didn't care. The only thing that mattered to her now was reaching the end of the alley, and getting away before he could stop her.
Something snagged the material of her blouse. Jenny didn't falter. She continued to try and pull away, even as she felt the garment slip from her shoulders and off her arms. Nothing mattered. Nothing but getting out of there, away from the demon. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Each rapid foot fall was in sync with her throbbing pulse.
Halfway to her goal arms, horribly strong, wrapped around her waist. A scream tore itself from Jenny's throat as the hunter gripped her tightly against his body. She felt his tongue slide up the length of her neck as she fought to get free.
He chuckled darkly into her ear. "Watching you run like that, with such a look of hope on your face... Tell me, did you really think you were going to get away?"
The condescending way he spoke to her lit a fire in Jenny's veins. Adrenaline pumping, she let loose another scream and thrashed against him.
"There you go," the hunter said encouragingly. "Fight me. Give it all you've got."
He shoved her forward. There was no time for Jenny to regain her balance. Hot pain shot through her palms as they scraped over dirt and rock as she landed. She had an even shorter time to process the pain before he was on her again, his weight pressing against her back.
Jenny felt a hand curve around to her front. It squeezed her breast. The other went to work on the waistband of her long skirt as talented fingers pinched and tugged at her nipple. She gritted her teeth and attempted to fight him off the best she could, but it was almost impossible to do from her current position. A disgraceful dampness collected between her legs at the fondling of her chest. She didn't want to think about it. All she wanted to do was get the bastard off of her.
Some of his weight lifted from her back. She tried to use it to her advantage, but too easily he forced her around, pressing her into the ground. He started to slip her skirt off. Jenny kicked at him. He may have been stronger than she was, but no matter what happened next Jenny wanted to be able to tell herself she never stopped fighting.
He growled, a throaty aroused sound that echoed off the walls and vibrated deep in Jenny's bones. She seized her skirt and tried to pull it back up when the material started to slip down her thighs. She kicked at him again. All her attempts missed. Either the darkness was messing with her already diminished vision, or his reflexes were too fast for her. Everytime Jenny thought she'd land a blow, she ended up hitting open air.
The hunter took the opportunity to grab her ankles and yank off her shoes and socks as she wrestled with him. A whine escaped her lips as she felt his hands return to her skirt. Jenny was growing tired. She tried her hardest to stop him, but soon realized she was only exhausting herself. In the end he managed to relieve her of her skirt.
He was on her again, his body over hers. Jenny let out a wail and beat her fists against his chest and arms. This seemed to only excite the monster. His hands easily found hers and her wrists were soon pinned above her head under one of his. She felt his free hand slowly glide down her body. It trailed over the valley between her breasts, to her belly, then lower still, to the apex of her thighs. Tears swelled in Jenny's eyes as he cupped her pussy in his palm.
"Crying again?" his lyrical voice teased. "Why? You haven't lost, yet."
She jerked as she felt him take one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue played circles around the tip as his fingers massaged her through the thin fabric of her panties. It was too much. Jenny turned her face away and cried against her shoulder as humiliation and lust mixed. His mouth released her and she felt him shift to plant a light kiss on her neighboring breast.
"You're very delicious," he said, his voice as smooth as cream. "I think I want to know what the rest of you tastes like."
It took Jenny's tussled mind a moment to put together the meaning of his words. When she finally did, he was already lowering himself. His hands pried her thighs apart. She seized his hair and pulled, trying to stop him as his head lowered. She felt his tongue snake out and run the length of her through her panties. She gripped his hair tighter, hoping it hurt like hell as she attempted to tug him away from her.
Using a finger he pushed her panties aside. Jenny let out a surprised groan as his mouth eagerly consumed her. It was an utterly new sensation for her. The furthest she had ever gone with Tom was some minor rough petting.
The hunter's mouth was cool against the heat of her skin, leaving little tingles wherever he touched. Although a part of her hated herself for it, her fingers eventually stopped trying to pull at him and simply rested in his silky hair. Her breath quickened as his lips and tongue continued to tease her.
Jenny allowed her head to lie back against the ground and her eyes to slip shut. She knew she needed to continue to fight him, understood that she had to, but a part of her didn't want to anymore. The same exhausted part of her that continued to grow damp under his touch. A moan escaped her throat as his tongue dipped inside her. To add more to her shame another sound, this one in protest, came from her as he pulled away.
Jenny had to physically stop herself before her hands could shoot out on their own accord and push him back down.
"You know, you're kind of taking all the fun out of the game if you stop trying," he remarked, offhandedly.
His eyes, as bright as daylight, hovered over her. He leaned down and Jenny felt his mouth pressing against hers. She could taste herself on him as he used his tongue to force her lips apart. She pushed at his shoulders. It was easier to think with his head no longer between her thighs and she knew she couldn't let him win. He was a monster, a devil. He'd probably kill her once he was done raping her. Jenny considered biting him. Before she could do so he pulled back. From this close she could make out the wolfish smirk on his face.
"Then again, the game is starting to get a little old," he continued, as if he hadn't stopped talking at all.
His gaze was still on hers but Jenny felt his hands on the lacy material of her panties. A fresh dose of fear flooded her system. Frantically, she fought to keep him from pulling them off. Her hope was shattered when the sound of ripping fabric reached her ears. It was followed by a rush of cold air against her wet skin. He smiled down at her then, the look in his eyes both starving and victorious.
"I win," he said simply, then was gone.
Just like that, he was off of her and Jenny felt suddenly alone—but she wasn't alone. She knew he was still out there somewhere, hidden in the darkness. Jenny hurried to her feet, her eyes peeled for any sign of him.
Where was he? How close? Thoughts of escape filled her head.
A hand seized her upper arm. The next thing Jenny knew was more pain as she was flung off balance and her body smacked against something solid. It was a metal door, the one illuminated under the faded light bulb. She pivoted around, ignoring the small aches and pains of her body, and jiggled the doorknob between her palms. It wouldn't open.
"You look very lovely," his voice spoke from somewhere in the shadows.
Jenny ignored him and continued to try to force the door open. The pale light overhead rained down on her. She knew painfully well that she was completely naked now, except for her bra, which wasn't covering much of anything at the moment. Her hair stuck to the damp skin of her forehead and back. Knowing that the bastard was watching her, no doubt with some kind of twisted delight, Jenny gritted her teeth and yanked harder on the door.
"I want to take you in the light," he was saying now. "When I fuck you, I want you to be able to see me do it."
A sudden sob escaped Jenny and fresh tears spilled down her face. The damned door wasn't opening! It just wouldn't budge! She began to beat on it, shouting for help.
She felt him behind her a second or so before he actually touched her. His body pressed against hers and Jenny froze in place. The demon was no longer wearing clothing. His cold flesh pushed against her warm body and she could feel his erection, pressing firmly against her lower back. The cool breeze of his breath feathered over her ear.
"Now let's see, which part of you do I want to violate first?" His fingers squeezed her hips and his own hips moved suggestively against her. "This pretty pink ass?" His hands rose to grip her breasts. "Or how about that wonderfully smooth valley between these perky tits of yours?"
Jenny stared straight ahead, breathing slowly. She didn't allow herself to think, to feel anything. She didn't want to consider the unwanted atrocities about to be done to her.
"Or should we start with the traditional method? Oh, but decisions, decisions. Should I take advantage of our current situation and take you from behind like a bitch in heat? I could toss you on your back and fuck you on the ground like a common street whore?" He tsked and shook his head, absently kneading her breasts in his palms.
"Please..." Jenny heard herself plead. Her breath hitched as a sob caught in her throat. "Please, not like that."
His face nuzzled against her shoulder, planting feather-soft kisses along her overheated flesh. "How would you like it then?"
Tears gleamed in her eyes, blurring the image of the door. "I don't..."
He chuckled sadistically against the side of her neck "That's not an option, I'm afraid."
He eased back and forced her to turn around. Jenny lowered her head and closed her eyes. She didn't want this to happen but she understood that it was going to, anyway. His hands cupped the sides of her face and gently—an odd gesture on his part considering how rough he had been with her before—lifted her head.
"Look at me."
She kept her eyes closed tightly.
"Look at me or else I'll rip off your eyelids so you can't shut them."
Weeping quietly, Jenny opened her eyes. Despite knowing full well what a monster this young man was, in the pale light his beauty was unfathomable. His silver hair was wild and tussled from fighting with her. His eyes glowed softly, like blue flames. He was dangerous and otherworldly—and so beautiful it was scary.
"That's better."
Closing what little distance remained between them, he gripped the back of her leg and draped it to rest on his hip. This left Jenny helplessly pinned between him and the door. She averted her gaze to the side, too frightened to look up into those neon predator's eyes, or to look down at the firm length of flesh nestled against her.
Jenny sniffed back a sob. She didn't want him to hurt her. The door against her back was cold, like his fingers on her flesh. She hoped that what happened next would be quick. All she wanted was to be home, wrapped in the heavy blankets on her bed, wishing to cry and hide from the world.
Jenny felt his mouth on her breasts. His hair tickled her skin as his tongue toyed with her nerve endings. Embarrassment and shame were swiftly becoming her best friends as she felt the warmth collecting between her thighs. His touches and licks were much tender than before. Jenny was positive he was doing it all on purpose, trying to arouse her. Most likely to further his own excitement by degrading her even more.
His face pulled away from her with a satisfied sigh. "You really do taste divine."
He slid his free hand between their bodies and took hold of his cock. Jenny squirmed in place when she felt its head nudging against her opening.
"For someone about to be taken against her will, you're very wet."
If he expected a reaction to his taunting Jenny didn't give him the satisfaction of one. She remained as still as possible, given her situation, and kept her face a stone mask.
"I'm going to break you in now," he continued, his voice like a lion's purr. "I want you to watch."
Jenny didn't move.
He chuckled and inquired playfully, "Am I going to have to hurt you?"
Jenny knew that he was going to either way. This was all just some cruel game to him. She chose the path of least resistance and glanced down. If she did what he wanted her to then maybe he wouldn't be as rough as he had been before. Pissing this monster off was the last thing she wanted to accomplish. Besides, she was sure that if she fought him he'd only like it.
Jenny had never seen a naked male before, not outside of the diagrams in health class or the occasional dirty movie Tom tried to coax her into watching. She was fascinated and scared at the same time. His pubic hair was the same snowy shade as the hair on his head. Just as soft looking too, like cat’s fur. God help her, but she had the insane urge to touch it; to run her fingers through it then let them glide up his shaft. The skin of which looked as silky as velvet.
She should have been afraid. She was only moments away from some of the worse pain and degradation in her life, yet she couldn't stop the heat pooling in her lower belly and the odd tingling of anticipation erupting in goosebumps down her arms. His hips pushed forward. Jenny gasped and inadvertently clutched at his chest as the head of his cock slowly squeezed into her.
"If you need to scream," his voice spoke, a perfect harmony of calmness and sadism, "Then call me Julian."
His words startled her into meeting his gaze. Jenny opened her mouth then closed it, realizing she didn't have anything to say. His eyes were the same dark shade the sky was right before a storm. As he watched her reaction a small smirk turned his lips. He seized her by the hips and lifted her up. Jenny was forced to wrap both legs around his waist or risk instability and fall. This new position forced more of his length into her. Jenny squeezed her eyes closed and buried her face in his shoulder, her fingers digging into his skin.
Holding her like this, he push in deeper. It stung but Jenny found that it didn't hurt as horribly as she had expected. The sensation was different, yet not entirely unpleasant. He pulled out a little and then pressed back in. He did it a few more times, lightly thrusting into her, almost experimentally. His movements grew slicker with the aid of her body's juices. Jenny's breathing picked up with each thrust. The stinging also increased but, to her surprise and relief, it soon began to subside. Little by little it was replaced with a heated throbbing that she didn't really mind.
His hands gripped her hips and the demon who had called himself "Julian" began to thrust faster, venturing deeper and filling her completely. Jenny let out a moan, not having meant to. It seemed to encourage him to be rougher with her. Another whine escaped from between her lips. Embarrassment fluttered through her thoughts. The feeling was soon forgotten as a fast paced rhythm was found.
Jenny leaned back against the door and let her fingernails dig into the hard muscle of his shoulders. She kept her eyes closed, forgetting everything else and only allowing herself to feel the growing warmth inside her. It was either that, or focus on the fact that she was unwillingly loosing her virginity to some monster in an alley.
Startled, she nearly screamed out loud when his lips enveloped a nipple, suckling and licking circles around it until the little nub ached. It was a good pain, though. His faster, harder thrusts were good too. Everything was starting to feel good.
Jenny could feel a pressure building up inside herself. More little noises escaped her mouth as she ceased to care about anything else except for the rough movement rocking their bodies together. She was being taken higher and higher. Jenny let out a whimper of displeasure when he shifted and broke pace. She locked her ankles around his body, trying not to fall as he let go of her with one hand. All was forgiven when the hand joined his cock between her thighs.
Nimble fingers quickly sought out her sensitive clit and began to stroke her. Jenny's hands fisted in his hair, tugging, but this time not to stop him. His teeth nipped at her breasts as his fingers and cock quickly regained momentum. It didn't take long before Jenny was once again soaring. His collective assaults on her body were too much as Jenny felt the pressure inside her wound itself impossibly tighter. Abruptly, it all burst.
Jenny screamed. She tried desperately to match his thrusts as orgasm overtook her every fiber. It flooded her, taking siege of all that she was until all she could feel was the white-hot sensation roaring through her. It left her breathless as she road out her release on Julian's cock.
As she came down from her high she expected him to stop, or at the very least slow down. He didn't. Her climax felt as if it had left her nerves open and raw. The hyper sensation was almost too much and for a brief moment, as her whole body trembled, Jenny honestly believed she was going to die.
Heart pounding in her ears, she felt the pressure beginning to rise again. His tongue left her breasts. When it did not return she opened her eyes to find him watching her. It was awkward to meet his gaze while he continued to fuck her, yet it was also somehow erotic.
His gaze was as intense as a serpent's. Watching her, he flashed a sinfully teasing smile. When he spoke his voice sounded huskier than before. "I'm not going to stop until I've got you begging"
She should have been scared. However, his words did all kinds of wickedly arousing things to her. He wanted her begging? To stop or to keep going? Perhaps both. Either way, Jenny kept his gaze as they moved against each other. She had been embarrassed before but now, driven by desire, she watched with fascination the fire flicker within his incredible eyes as his own lust grew. Hers was elevating as well. She knew that soon she'd be reaching her peek again. She could see that he was trying desperately to keep control over his own.
"Jenny," she breathed, her voice oddly calm in spite of her panting. "My name's Jenny." She wasn't sure why she told him that but it seemed important. At least to her it was. He nodded stiffly, wanting to make it last but having difficulties in doing so.
"Jenny," he whispered.
Hearing her name spoken in that sleek lyrical tone of his, now thick with lust, threw Jenny over the edge.
"Julian!" she whimpered as another orgasm took her. She wanted to scream out loud as shutters consumed her body.
His mouth covered hers. The kiss was desperate, demanding. She felt his muscles strain under her fingertips as he reached his own climax inside her. Their shared moans and cries of passion were swallowed by their kiss.
They road out their orgasms. Their thrusts growing slower, more lethargic, until their bodies stopped moving altogether. In the aftermath they simply stood where they were for a quiet moment, Julian still inside of her. A tired laziness gripped Jenny. Her adrenaline drained, exhaustion from her earlier struggles kicked in, mixing with the placid aura of her afterglow. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck to rest, letting him continue to cradle her weight. She pressed her face against the side of his throat and stayed there, feeling content, not caring if he let her rest now or finally killed her. In her hazy mind none of it mattered. She was just too emotionally and physically tired to care.
Delicate fingers combed through her sweat dampened hair. He softly kissed a trail over her shoulder.
"I think," he paused to place another kiss. "I'm going to keep you."
Sleepily, Jenny snuggled against him and let her eyes slip close. She wasn't scared anymore. Her limbs felt heavy and the warm aching throb in her lower body felt deliciously good.
"Okay," she murmured, completely pacified in his arms.

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~ Epilogue ~
Not looking back, Tom ran through the parking lot. His chest heaved with the effort it took to breathe as his feet pounded on the pavement. His throat stung horribly where the monster had seized him. Making it to his car, it took his frantic mind a couple of tugs on the door handle to register that it was locked. In his haste, when he finally managed to dig the keys out of his pocket, they slipped through his fingers and hit the ground.
"Damn it," he swore, scooping to retrieve them.
He had just stuck the right key into the lock and turned it when he heard a growl. Tremors started in his fingertips and traveled up his arms. Tom prayed that the thing hadn't followed him out of the alley. He glanced behind his shoulder, then around the sparsely filled parking lot, paying closer attention to the shadows which escaped the light from the lampposts.
Nothing.
Tom let out a deep breath, blood erratically pumping in his ears, and turned back toward the door. The dark snout was directly at eye level. The warmth of its breath ruffled the loose locks of brown hair which had fallen across his forehead. Tom screamed and scrambled back.
The thing snarled from its position atop the roof of the car. It looked like a wolf, but it couldn't have been one. Wolves didn't glow like phantoms. They weren't translucent and their eyes didn't blaze with such yellow hellfire. Tom turned to run. He didn't make it very far before the beast's weight crashed into his back.
The wolf's fangs tore into his shoulder as his body collided with the ground. The impact of the fall cut short Tom's shriek of pain as the beast started to savagely jerk its jaws from side to side. Muscle and sinew severed, cartilage popped. It was raw adrenaline which saved Tom. He balled up his fist and released it against the side of the monster-wolf's skull. The thing let go with a pained yip. Before it could recover, Tom scrambled for his car. His damaged arm hung uselessly at his side.
Yanking the driver's door open and leaping inside, Tom slammed it shut just in time to feel the impact of the wolf's body against it. The hell-beast snarled, clawing at him through the glass before stopping to take another leap at the car. The vehicle rocked with the impact. Cracks threaded through the window with the force of the hit but otherwise held firm.
Tom's whole body shook with each trembling breath he forced into his lungs. The pain wasn't so bad. He wondered if that was the endorphins kicking in, or if it had anything to do with the fact that his arm seemed to no longer want to listen to him. He forced the thought to the back of his mind. He didn't want to consider the possibility of any permanent damage now. Not with that thing just right outside the door snapping its jaws at him.
Tom had more important things to consider, like the blood spilling freely down from his shoulder.
Running shaky fingers through his hair, he took deep inhales to get his breathing under control. There was no doubt in his mind that he needed medical attention. He only hoped that he didn't bleed to death before he could make it to a hospital.
Reaching to start the car, Tom froze. A sickly sweet sensation crept over his skin as his wide hazel eyes stared at the empty ignition.
Fuck! The keys were still in the door!
Slowly, Tom turned his head. From the window the ghost-wolf glared at him. It snapped its teeth together and proceeded to throw itself at the car again, causing the whole vehicle to shutter. Tom lowered his head, his fingers returning to grip his hair in a fist.
You can get through this, he told himself repeatedly. You are Tom Fucking Locke. You can do anything.
There came a noise from the backseat, very soft, almost inaudible. Feeling his pulse pounding in his head, Tom glanced up into the rearview mirror. Nothing. Then something moved. Slowly, predatory-like, a massive head rose up. Round dead eyes stared back at him from the mirror. The wolf continued to leap at the door but that seemed faraway somehow. Tom's skin felt cold as a strange calm filled the air.
The thing in the backseat didn't break eye contact with him in the mirror. There was an almost human intelligence to its stare that no animal should have. Mainly because the very idea was disturbing. A long forked tongue flicked in and out of the thing's huge head. For a moment Tom wondered how a snake that large could fit into the backseat of his car. Then he considered slipping out through the passenger door.
Tom didn't give it much more consideration as he lunged for the door, making a grab for the handle. A thick coil of icy flesh slipped over his head. Before he could do anything else it tightened against his throat, forcing him back and pinning him to the back of the seat. The coil began to squeeze.
As his air supply was cut from his lungs Tom's good arm flared out, searching for something he could use as a weapon against the serpent. Abruptly, the car shook again. This time the impact was accompanied by the sound of shattering glass. Before Tom could process the dire turn of his situation the front half of the phantom-wolf was already in the car.
He was helpless and choking as the canine's teeth descended and tore at his gut. Tom attempted in vain to shove its muzzle away as the beast tugged out entrails and chunks of slippery things Tom didn't know the names of. The pain was excruciating, rivaled only by the fire flaring up in his starving lungs. It made him lightheaded, yet oddly aware of his immediate surroundings. He could feel every agonizing touch of the wolf's teeth as it ate him alive, and every cold scale on the snake's coil around his throat. Tom tried to scream but the pressure on his neck was already far too tight to force any sound out.
Through it all Tom felt like an idiot. How could he have been so stupid, to have honestly believed the demon in the alley would really let him go? And Jenny, poor Jenny. Look what he had done to the only girl he ever actually gave a damn about...
I'm sorry, he thought, one of the last thoughts he would ever have.
The lack of air caused bright lights to float in Tom's vision. He felt something on his head. In one horrified instant he understood that it was the snake's jaws closing around his scalp. Its mouth maneuvered the top of his head into its throat. He could feel the strain on the vertebra in his neck as they stretched to their limits. The wolf continued to ravage his torso as the serpent worked its jaw muscles, slowly swallowing his head.
I'm sorry...

~ End ~

Author's Notes: Thanks for reading! All feedback (both positive and negative) is nice. Anything that can help me improve my writing. You took the time to read it, why not take the time to review?
"...a waste of good suffering." Yep, that's a Hellraiser reference.

(edit 2010) A/N:
This is in response to one of my earlier reviewers:
Yes, I meant for the characters to be somewhat OOC. A story like this wouldn't happen if the characters were completely the way they are in the books.
As for Julian's language and his display of misogyny...
I did make him much more sinister in the vulgar sense. He's like this because he's using his words as another way to torment Jenny. He's not being a bigot because he is one, but rather because he knows that such language would add to her psychological anguish. He’s out hunting/playing (two words that probably mean the same thing to a Shadow Man). He’s not out trying to woo a potential lover. In my opinion, he’s going to do, or say, whatever in order to make his prey suffer all the more for his own personal pleasure.
Thank you for your review and the issues you pointed out. I just wanted to address some of them in the hopes that a couple might become clearer.

(edit 2019) A/N: I just want to give a big THANK YOU to everyone who has left a review. Thank you all so much! I enjoy reading your thoughts and opinions, and can't thank you enough. ~K.B.~
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