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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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Misty sighed, pulling her knees to her chest as she sat on her roof, watching the sunset. The day had been long... tiring... and one of the best days ever. She and Melissa had gone to the zoo... where they saw the zebras and lions... penguins and giraffes... tiger and bald eagle... the pooping elephant...

Misty laughed softly. And the monkeys. The birds... She sniffed. It'd been... perfect. She and her sister.

It wasn't fair... it just wasn't. She was dieing. And she was effectively committing suicide so she could live longer... and see her sister grow up into the brilliant young woman Misty was sure she'd be. In return, all she'd have to give up was the sun... and her pesky pulse.

She swallowed, watching the sun disappear.

Forrest climbed out of the window to sit next to her as the sun sank below the horizon. "Princess?" His voice was soft, unwilling to break the soft quiet of the moment.

"Mm?"

"How're you doing?"

"I'm... okay." She looked at him, her eyes a bit wet.

He let his legs dangle off the side of the roof, looking over at her, "Just okay?"

"I'm going to miss it." She glanced at him. "The way the sun feels on my skin... it's warmth... but I'm okay. I love you and Melissa more. Besides... the sun is just a star. I'll have millions at night, right?"

"You don't have to do this, you know... If you-"

Misty frowned, looking at him. "Yes, I do." Her eyes were serious and she shifted to cup his face. "I'd give up a million suns for you."

Forrest reached up, taking her hands in his and pulling them from his face. "I know what it's like, Princess... After today, everything about the sun is going to change for you..."

She swallowed. "Forrest... I'm dieing. I can feel it... I'm not ready to let go of my family." She licked her lips. "If I have to give up the sun for that... fine. Maybe I'm being dramatic... but I can't let you and Mel go. I have to be here. I have to love you."

He turned slightly, brushing his lips over hers. "Alright... I made you some dinner... It's in the kitchen."

She kissed him back, hugging him for a moment. "Thank you."

He hugged her back, pressing his face into her neck. "Don't thank me yet..."

"For dinner?" Misty tried to lighten the mood. "Did you burn it?"

Forrest lifted his head, a slight twitch to his lips. "Well... I tried not to..."

"Ah... I get it. You were too busy dreaming of... me. Me and the new undies I bought." She teased, standing and moving towards the window.

He stood as well. "Something like that." Truthfully, the dinner was probably the best thing he'd ever made. He wanted this to be perfect for her. As perfect as it could be, anyway.

She climbed inside. "Poor Forrest... so... what'd you make?"

"Food." He followed her inside, shutting the window behind him.

Misty rolled her eyes. "Smart ass."

Forrest shook his head, "No, I have a bubble ass... you proved that last night."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Lead the way, oh Chef of the Bubble Butts."

He chuckled, moving in front of her, "As long as you're not staring at my butt... Or maybe I want you to. Hm..."

"I always stare at your butt."

"I had a feeling you did."

Misty laughed... until she entered the kitchen. Then she stared. "Oh... Forrest..."

Forrest actually looked uneasy, even nervous. "I couldn't think of one thing to make, so..."

She turned to him, wrapping her arms around him. "I love you..."

He slid his arms around her waist, "I love you too..."

She pressed her face to his neck. "I'm going to pig out..."

He smiled, raising a hand to smooth it down her hair. "Good."

She shivered, then stilled. "Forrest? After I'm turned, will I still be able to... to taste your..." She blushed deeply.

"You'll be able to taste, yeah... but not swallow. And food's a strict no. Ruins the metabolism."

Misty sighed. "There go my great blow jobs..."

Forrest bit back a sigh of his own. And they were great, too... "Mm. You'd better start eating before it gets cold."

She smiled up at him, grabbing a plate. A slice of pizza, some Mac n' cheese... chicken... and more went on her plate until it was piled high. Raising her fork, she sighed. "Good thing I've got that hollow leg."

He sat - no, lounged in the chair he'd slid into. "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you."

"I'm just planning on saving a bit of room for desert..." She licked her lips, eyeing him.

He smirked, "Desert's in the fridge."

She took a bit, moaning softly at the taste of the chicken. "Forrest..."

"Yes, Princess?"

"This is great..." In no time, Misty had downed the food.

The vampire stood in a fluid motion from the chair, "Still have room for more?"

She nodded. "Sure..."

"Good." He opened the fridge, pulling out a plate covered with a large pot and setting it on the table. Shutting the fridge, he proceeded to open the freezer and tug out the chocolate ice-cream container.

She quirked a brow. "Oh boy..."

He moved to the cabinets, opening one and taking out a plate. "That's not how I'd describe it, but..."

"Can I take the lid off?"

"If you want to ruin my surprise, sure."

She scowled at the lid. "Butt."

"Bubble butt." He corrected, moving towards her with the plate and fork he'd taken from a drawer.

She offered him an innocent look. "Woody..."

He quirked a brow, "Princess." Setting the plate and fork on the table, he returned to the drawers, pulling out the ice-cream scoop.

"You're teasing me. On purpose..."

"Maybe." He smirked, moving back to the table.

She pouted at him. "Mean."

"And good at it." He placed his hands on the pot, grinning.

"Remember what else I'm saving room for..." Her hand reached out, trailing down his hip.

Forrest swallowed, pulling the pot off of the plate. "I remember..."

Misty stared as the elaborately decorated chocolate cake was revealed, small vanilla flowers adorning it. "Forrest... You didn't have to do this..."

He shrugged, "I wanted it to be perfect... besides, I told you I used to bake."

She sniffed. "It is perfect, Forrest."

"Good." He smiled slightly, "How much do you want?"

"A small piece... lots of icing though." She seemed to be smirking a bit.

He arched a brow, taking the knife he'd set on the side of the plate and cutting off a small piece with several flowers on it.

"Thank you." She dipped her finger in a flower, laving at the icing until it was gone. "Ice-cream?"

He blinked, jerking his gaze from her finger. "What?"

"Ice-cream? Yummy cold stuff I plan on painting over your chest with?"

He blinked again, licking his lips. "Right... um..." He set down the knife, picking up the ice-cream scoop.

"You alright, Forrest?" Misty bit her lip.

"Yeah..." He smiled, giving her several scoops of ice cream. "Fine."

"Did you feed?" Misty sipped her soda.

Forrest shook his head, putting the lid back on the ice cream. "No... I have to take a lot from you, so..."

She swallowed. "Oh. Okay. That... makes sense... but you need to. Before I play with my food."

He nodded, "I'll put the food away first, okay?"

"I'll help." Misty stood, grabbing the pizza.

Forrest frowned slightly, picking up the ice cream, "Are you sure? You don't-"

"Forrest. I'm helping. The quicker this is done, the sooner you can feed, the sooner I can paint you with chocolate. Okay?"

His lips quirked, "Okay."

Misty took care of the pizza and Mac n' cheese, looking around for whatever else she had missed before covering the left over cake and setting it on the counter.

Forrest set the dirty dishes in the sink, frowning slightly. Hadn't he made more food...? No... It'd just seemed like more when he was making it. Damn.

Misty hugged herself, chewing at the inside of her lip. "Now I know something is wrong... what's bugging you?"

Forrest shook his head, "Nothing... I just thought I'd made more food than was out, that's all."

"Oh... well I did eat some of it."

"Yeah..." He smiled, "I love you, Princess."

Misty smiled back at him, grabbing a spoon. "I love you too."

"I thought you were going to paint me..." The vampire smirked, "That looks more like a paddling tool..."

Misty blushed slightly. "If I were going to do that, I'd use a spatula."

His smirk widened into a grin, "Hmm... kinky."

She blushed deeper. "Bite me, you bubble butt."

"Well, that was the idea." He moved towards her, smiling now.

"Oh! I meant... well... oh." She bit her lip. "I'm just gonna not talk..."

He shook his head again, his hands coming to rest on her hips. "But I like it when you talk..."

"My mouth gets me in trouble..." Misty pushed her hair back, chewing at her lip again.

Forrest's lips quirked into a soft smile, "Yeah... but usually it's the good kind of trouble..."

"If you say so. Wasn't it my mouth that got me in trouble with you to start with?"

"Yours... and mine."

"Mm." Misty leaned up, kissing his jaw.

He slid an arm around her waist, his touch cool as he turned his head, brushing his lips over hers.

She shivered, pressing her mouth to his as she wrapped her arms around him.

He pulled her flush up against him, his lips parting hers easily.

She made a soft noise in her throat, brushing her tongue along his. She'd cut herself on his fangs countless times, but gradually grown used to it.

He tilted his head into the kiss, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek.

Misty stroked her hands down his back, sliding them into his shirt.

Forrest swallowed, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck. He let the hand at her waist drop slightly, tucking his fingers into the back pocket of her jeans.

She made a soft noise in her throat, tilting her head for him, her hair falling softly out of the way.

He kissed her fluttering pulse, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. "I don't want to do this without rolling you..."

Misty swallowed. "Then roll me..."

Forrest raised his head, catching her gaze with his. "I will..."

Misty fell into his gaze, feeling as if she were lying in the sun, her skin heated.

He lowered his head back to her neck, moving his hand to cradle the back of her head as the other wrapped securely around her waist again.

She made a soft noise in her throat, one of pure pleasure as his fangs pierced her skin, her pulse picking up.

He held her against his chest, taking the first draw on the bite.

Misty moaned, limp in his embrace with pleasure.

Forrest swallowed, tasting the lust that the roll induced, along with a flood of other emotions. Apprehensive... He supposed that had to do with what he was starting with this bite. Loved, and loving. Would it be egotistical if he credited both to himself? Or Mel. Hm... Then a taint, something that was definitely not supposed to be there. That had to be the cancer and... Something made him want to gag, the taste of the lymphoma rather like the aftertaste of rotten milk.

Misty shifted her hips against him, aching. She felt so tight... she needed...

Forrest took another draw on the bite, trying to ignore the taste of the sicknesses. He wouldn't let her know... He'd die a true death before he told her.

She whimpered, grabbing at him.

He held her up with a strength that his thin body shouldn't have held, swallowing the blood in his mouth. Her need was beginning to push out the less prominent feelings, though the lymphoma stayed present at every moment.

She shifted her hips again, her body approaching climax.

A surprise noise escaped him as she brushed against the erection he hadn't noticed. Well... the taste didn't seem to matter to some parts of his body! He pulled on the bite once more, shutting his eyes as he swallowed.

Misty moaned, her hips bucking against his body as she came.

Forrest pulled his head back from the bite, managing to hold her up and keep his feet at the same time. Oh hell...

She panted, leaning against him as her heart raced.

He kissed the bite as the blood clotted, cleaning the rest off her neck quickly with his mouth.

"Mm..." Misty swallowed, feeling a bit groggy.

Forrest raised his head, kissing the corner of her mouth tenderly. "Love you, Princess..."

"Love you too..." She blinked, her eyes becoming clearer.

He smiled slightly, "Think you can stand?"

She nodded, licking her lips. "Ice-cream?"

"Yeah..." He let her go slowly, making sure her legs could support her weight.

Misty swallowed, tugging at his shirt. "Off. And the pants."

Forrest laughed softly, stepping back and pulling the shirt over his head, "Yes, Your Highness."

She laughed, her hands finding his belt buckle. "Fine... I'll help..."

He let the shirt drop to the kitchen floor, holding still for her.

She tugged the belt free, dropping it as well before her hands went back to his fly, undoing the button and zipper with ease.

He swallowed, watching as she pushed the pants down his slim hips. "Better?"

"Mmhm..." She kissed his hipbone before taking his hand. "Come on."

He shivered, following her willingly over to the table.

Misty smiled at him, leaning up to press her mouth to his.

Forrest parted his lips for her, more than happy to be the submissive in the situation.

She deepened the kiss, her finger dipping in the half melted ice cream before spreading it over his collarbone.

He made a noise in his throat, shivering. Holy hell! It was cold!

She laughed softly, pulling back to kiss down his jaw.

He tilted his head for her, glad he'd pulled his hair back. He really needed to get it cut again...

She suckled at his neck, teasing the spot behind his ear before she began to lap at the ice cream.

"Princess..." He nearly purred her name, moving his hands to her hips again.

She smiled, sucking gently before scraping him with her teeth. "Mm?"

He shook his head, making an encouraging noise in his throat as his head fell back.

Misty gathered more ice cream, this time smearing it around his nipples.

Forrest moaned, his back arching slightly.

She licked her lips, ducking her head to lick it away, sucking gently.

"Princess..." The syllables lengthened as he groaned, pressing into her mouth.

She let her hands caress his hips for a moment before painting a trail of ice cream across his chest and down his abs.

His muscles tightened as she went, partly from the chill of the sweets but mostly from her touch.

Misty followed the chocolate with her tongue, cleaning it away as she teased and aroused him.

Forrest found himself near whimpering as she danced away from actually touching him. "Misty..."

"Mm? Did I get demoted?" She kneeled before him, dipping her finger again before spreading it along his hipbone.

"Not demoted..." He shifted his hips, pleading with his eyes.

She kissed the ice cream away, then gathered more. "Ready?"

"More than ready..."

She smiled, spreading the ice cream around the head of his member.

He was forced to grip the table as he cried out, his hips pressing into the cool touch. Damn... it was like the ice-cream was making his senses explode... which made no sense... Not really, anyway.

Misty smiled up at him. And she hadn't even really touched him yet....

His barely-there nails were leaving little crescents in the table, and he swallowed hard. Hell, he wished he could do this to her... show her what it was like... but he couldn't, not without serious damage to himself, at least.

"What do you want, Forrest? Tell me? Please?"

"I want to..." The vampire's grip on the table eased slightly, "To be in you..."

Misty swallowed. Oh she wanted that. "S...soon..." She leaned forward, pulling him into her mouth.

Forrest moaned, his grip on the table tightening again.

She cleaned the ice cream off, sucking gently at him.

"Misty..." His hips bucked slightly, and he forced them still.

She whimpered, taking him all the way into her mouth and throat, her lips in a tight circle as she pulled back.

He moaned again, long and loud.

Her hand slid up his inner thigh to fondle him, before pulling him into her mouth again.

"Please..." He shut his eyes, fighting the urge to move his hips with the movements of her mouth.

She sucked and teased him, humming softly as her tongue gathered the fluid leaking from him. She probed his tip for a moment.

His hips pressed forward on their own and he groaned, "Princess...!"

She whimpered, taking him deep as her tongue caressed him.

He blinked his eyes open slowly, looking down at her as a sound close to a moan escaped his throat.

She looked up to him, meeting his gaze, pleading for him to come as her mouth and throat caressed him. She could feel his need… the emotions raging off of him, and it doubled hers. It became hers. She needed him to come.

He groaned again, on the edge of his peak. "Misty... I..."

She eased back a bit, swirling her tongue around the head of his member.

His hips bucked as he came, only his white-knuckled grip on the table keeping him standing.

Misty whimpered, swallowing as he coated her mouth, her hands resting on his hips. She was going to miss this... She closed her eyes, letting the world wash away as she continued to suck at him, swallowing.

Forrest watched her face as she pulled back, his grip on the table loosening.

She kissed his hip, pressing her face there. She felt like crying... but hadn't she done that enough?

He le the table go, crouching on slightly unsteady legs. "Princess?"

"Mm?" She blinked at him, green eyes dark.

He smiled, "Love you..."

She offered him a small smile, sliding a hand into his. "I love you too."

He squeezed her hand gently, "What did you want to do for the rest of the night?"

"Well... Cake... then you..." Misty hugged him, sighing softly.

Forrest hugged her back, "Sounds good..."

"This is good..."

"Mmhm..."

She kissed his jaw before looking in his eyes. "I didn't think I could love you... I didn't and now..."

He brushed his lips over hers, "I didn't think I could like you, much less love... Personally, I'm glad I proved myself wrong."

Misty smiled, biting her lower lip. "Ditto."

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Melissa watched the sun sink below the horizon from Darien's kitchen window. Would that be the last time Misty ever saw the sun? Ever felt it warm her skin? The were shivered, trying not to imagine living a life without warmth or light.

"Bit?" Darien rested his hand on her back.

She jumped, slamming back to reality. "Yeah?"

He pulled his hand back, reaching to brush a tear from her cheek before hugging her. He had no words.

She hugged him back, shutting her eyes and burying her face into his shoulder. Three days... she could handle three days, couldn't she?

Darien pressed his cheek to the top of her head. Bloody hell, he ached for her. She must be hurting... so badly, and he couldn't do anything.

Melissa took a shaky breath, more tears slipping down her face silently, soaking into his shirt. It would've been so much worse if Misty hadn't decided to take Forrest's offer. She was going to see her sister again... why was she crying?

He rubbed her back, swallowing. "It's okay to cry, Bit..."

"What if she's not the same, Darien?" Melissa bit her lip, blinking open her eyes to look up at him.

He brushed a tear from her cheek. "I don't know... I know she loves you... but I don't think Forrest would do this if he thought it would change her so..."

She bit her lip, nodding. "Guess you're right..."

Darien kissed her temple. "She'll change... a little, but not where it counts."

Melissa rested her head on his shoulder again, swallowing. "Yeah..."

He held her, content to wait for her grief.

It felt like hours before she pulled back, wiping at her eyes. "Sorry..."

"No..." He kissed her damp lashes. "Don't ever be sorry for that..."

"I am, though... I got you wet."

"I'll dry." He paused, then shook his head. This is not the time!

She nodded, pushing her hair out of her face.

Darien leaned down, brushing his lips over hers. "Hungry?"

"A little." Melissa offered him a small smile, "You don't need to make anything..."

"And here the chicken was, already in the oven... I'd hate for it to go to waste..."

"Chicken?" She blinked. "Yum!"

He laughed softly. "Do you like Shake n' Bake? I found it at the store and wanted to try it."

She nodded, "It's good... you'll like it."

He smiled. "I hope I didn't ruin it. If you want, we can have potatoes too...."

"What kind of potatoes?" She smiled slightly back.

"Baked...? Or I could make the instant mashed stuff Dad bought..."

"Baked works."

He smiled at her, bending to dig through a cupboard.

Melissa blinked, trying not to stare at his butt.

"Big or small, Bit?"

She blinked again, managing to avert her gaze. "Either..."

Darien stood, holding two medium sized spuds. "Will this work?"

"Um... yeah." She nodded, managing a smile.

"Bit... is something else wrong?" His brow furrowed.

"Wrong?" Her eyes widened slightly, "No."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

He nodded warily, puncturing the potatoes with a fork.

She bit her lip, a blush rising in her cheeks. Oops?

He tossed the potatoes in the microwave, turning it on for 8 minutes before checking the chicken. Close.

Melissa tied back her hair, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. Definitely oops.

"Dinner will be done soon, would you like something to drink?"

"What is there to drink?"

"Milk, soda, juice, water."

"What kind of soda?"

"Pepsi, Mountain Dew, and Dr. Pepper." Darien glanced over his shoulder as he grabbed two plates, two napkins, two forks, and so on.

"Dr. Pepper please." She offered him a smile, "Need any help?"

"No thanks. You could grab the sodas.... they're in the fridge." He smiled back at her. "If you want a glass, they are in the cupboard above the sink."

She nodded, moving over the fridge. "What kind of soda do you want?"

"I'll have a Dr. Pepper too, please." He set out the plates and silverware.

"Okay." She opened the fridge, pulling out the two cans. "Do you want a cup?"

"No thanks."

She shut the fridge, setting the drinks on the table.

He smiled at her, biting his lip. He was so lucky.

She smiled back, a faint blush gracing her cheeks again.

"Blushing, Bit?" He quirked a brow.

Her blush deepened, "Only a little..."

"May I ask why?"

"Just... thinking."

"About?"

"You."

Fine... two could play this game. "What about me?"

She fixed him with a look, "Do you really want the whole list?"

"Yes."

"Well... your voice, the way you look when you play guitar... How sweet you are, and how the hell I got this lucky." She bit her lip, unsure if she should continue.

"And?" His brow lifted again.

"And..." Her face was burning... "The first time I spent the night, and the other morning... And how I can't get enough of you."

Darien smiled as the microwave went off. "Dinner's done."

Melissa nodded, pressing a hand to her cheek. Lord.

He moved, hugging her before pulling the chicken from the oven.

She swallowed. Whoa. That wasn't nearly as embarrassing as it could've been...

He glanced at her. "My mind was along the same tracks, Bit."

She tilted her head, "Really?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"Grab your plate, Bit."

She nodded, picking up her plate and his, moving over to him.

"Thanks." He grabbed a spatula "Pick your piece."

She looked down at the chicken, "Erm... that one." She pointed out the desired piece, glancing at him again.

He smiled, putting it on her plate.

"Thanks." She smiled back, holding his plate next to the pan for him.

He added two pieces to his. "You're welcome." He turned to the microwave, putting a potato on each plate.

She moved back to the table with the plates, setting them down carefully.

Darien grabbed the butter from near the toaster. "Thanks, Bit."

"No problem." She slid into her seat, picking up her can of soda.

He sat as well. "Bugger. Forgot the ketchup." He smiled, moving back to the fridge.

She laughed softly, opening the Dr. Pepper in her hand. "Oops?"

"Oops." He grabbed the bottle, hurrying back to the table.

She waited until he sat again before picking up her fork. "Thanks for letting me stay, Darien."

"It's not a problem, Bit. I'm actually being rather selfish...." He opened his soda.

Her brow furrowed slightly, and she carefully began to pull the skin off of her chicken with her fork. "How so?"

"I like waking up with you." He shrugged, taking a sip.

She smiled, "Oh. I like waking up with you too."

Darien grinned at her, starting to eat.

It wasn't long before they'd finished, and Melissa stood, gathering her dishes. "That was really good, Darien."

"Thanks." He grabbed his stuff too. "You can just put it in the sink. I'll wash them later."

"I'll help."

"You're a guest, Bit. You don't have to."

"I'm going to, though."

"Brat." He stuck his tongue out at her.

She returned the gesture, moving to the sink and setting her dishes in it.

"Want to clean now or later?"

"Up to you."

"You're the guest."

"So?"

"It's your pick." He added his stuff to the sink.

"If we do them now, we don't have to later." She shrugged, "It'd probably be easier to do them now."

"Do you want to wash or dry?"

"I'll wash. I like getting my hands wet." Darien paused. "Er..."

Melissa raised a brow, grinning. "That's... interesting."

He flushed, turning on the tap.

She poked him, "I'm teasing... Which drawer are the towels in?"

"The one by your hip." He nodded, squirting some Dawn into the sink.

"Thanks." She turned to the drawer, opening it and pulling out a towel.

He smiled. "Not a problem..."

She tried to shut the drawer, scowling slightly as a towel stuck. "Dammit..." She muttered, leaning down to stuff the offending towel back into the drawer.

His eyes locked on her bum and he swallowed.

She grinned as the drawer slid shut and straightened, turning back around to face him.

His gaze jerked up and he flushed.

She blinked, then smiled. "I was staring at yours earlier... think we're even?"

"Were you?"

She tried to ignore the blush creeping into her cheeks. "Yeah."

He smiled. "Did you like it?"

She nodded, watching the sink fill up with bubbles and water. "Who wouldn't?"

He grinned. "Thanks. Yours is nice as well. Heart shaped."

She stuck her tongue out at him, failing to suppress a smile. "Yours is better."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not." He shot back at her again, scooping up a handful of bubbles. "Now admit it!"

"It is too!" She smirked, turning off the tap and grabbing her own handful of bubbles, brandishing the towel with her other hand.

He laughed, throwing his at her.

She tossed hers back, snapping the towel playfully at him.

Melissa had bubbles in her hair now, as did he as he threw more at her. Darien laughed as the towel hit him. "Oh, Bit.... Again!"

She arched a brow, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Again? Where?"

The front door opened from the other room, and the sound of heavy footfalls was heard as well as keys dropping onto the hardwood of the entryway.

Darien swallowed, paling before stepping in front of her. "Keep quiet."

Melissa frowned at his hushed and... scared tone. "Darien, what's-"

"Darien!" More footfalls, followed by the heavy smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

"Shut up." Darien hissed at her. "Yes, Sir?"

Melissa bit her lip, her frown deepening. Sir? Was it...?

"Where're you, boy?!" Something thunked onto a table in the other room, followed by a crash as whatever it was fell onto the floor. "Dammit all! Bloody bottle! I'll h'fta buy a new one..."

"Kitchen, Sir. Cleaning."

"Cleanin'?" A man that bore a strong resemblance to Darien stumbled into the room, his black hair in disarray on his head and dark bags under his eyes. His clothes were rumpled, as if they'd been slept in several times. It was clear that he was the source of the smell. Melissa couldn't help but shrink back slightly. He reminded her of her own father, when he'd gone out for some 'social drinking' and had come back smashed. "Who's that?"

"Nobody important, Sir." Please God... pass out... Darien prayed.

"Lemme see, yeah?"

Swallowing, Darien stepped to the side.

Melissa forced her back straight, her chin level with the floor, though her eyes were looking at anything but the man in front of her.

His face had split into a lopsided grin. "Not too bad, boy... A li'l dumpy, but she seems well endo'd... You've not been sharing with y're man. I'm dis'pointed..." He took three shambling steps to Melissa, grasping her chin in a tight grip and turning her head, inspecting her like he would an animal. "Not bad at'll..." His hand drifted down her neck, and he leaned down. "How far've you let my boy go, eh? Y'won't mind if we share you, righ'?"

Darien growled, smacking his father's hand away. "Don't you bloody well touch her!"
Melissa took an instinctive step back, her eyes widening in fear and anger as Darien's father proceeded to smack Darien harshly. The slap echoed around the silent room, then the older man's hand fisted and the blow was dealt again, this time forcing Darien to the ground.

Darien fought the urge to curl into a ball, as he normally would have. He swallowed the blood pooling in his mouth before standing. "Out, Mel!"

Melissa bit her lip, glancing between Darien and his father. He lived with that... Could she call him a man? It didn't seem right...

Darien's father ignored her, instead focusing on Darien - for the moment. "Down, boy!" He dealt another blow to his son, taking a step forward. "On the groun', like y'r dirty bitchuva mother!"

"Mel! GET OUT!" Darien yelled, staggering as he was hit again.

Melissa grit her teeth, escaping the room and running to the living room. She ignored the broken bottle of alcohol on the floor, instead grabbing the phone and dialing the number she knew by heart. She'd never considered calling... after all, who would call their teacher? The sound of Darien hitting the floor in the kitchen made her flinch, and she bit her lip, praying that Grace or Richard would pick up.

"Hello?"

"Grace?" Melissa's voice was high and panicked, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

"Melissa, Honey? What's wrong?"

The Lupa sounded worried now.

Melissa felt a sob catch in her throat and forced it back. She had to stay calm. "There's too much to explain... can you come and pick Darien and me up? Please?"

"Of course. Your house or his?"

"His..." Melissa nearly screamed as something cracked in the kitchen, followed by a heavy thump. Please, please let that not be Darien...

"Alright. I'm leaving now. Stay calm, sweetie." The phone went dead.

Melissa hung up, the phone sliding from her grip onto the couch. Should she go back into the kitchen...?

Darien shouted hoarsely as his father hit him again on the shoulder he'd just dislocated. Fuck...

The drunk man wavered on his feet, managing to hit Darien once more before he collapsed onto the were.

Darien groaned, struggling not to pass out as spots danced before his eyes.

Melissa took a deep breath, moving slowly back towards the kitchen.

Darien fought to breathe, his chest and ribs protesting.

Melissa froze for a split second as she entered the kitchen, then she rushed to Darien's side, shoving his father off of him. "Darien?"

He groaned, and the lights went out.

"Shit..." Melissa bit her lip, her eyes horrified as she stared down at him. God... He... She gagged, pressing a hand to her mouth.

It wasn't long before a car pulled in the driveway, and a frantic knocking sounded on the door.

Melissa rose shakily to her feet, walking to the door as numbness seeped its way into her mind.

"Melissa?" Grace cupped the young girl's face as the door opened. "Honey what's wrong? Are you okay? Where's-" She cut herself off, following the scent of blood into the kitchen. "Oh God..."

Melissa shut the door, hugging herself and following the Lupa at a slower pace back into the kitchen.

Grace kneeled next to Darien, cursing softly before putting his shoulder back in its socket. "Mel, I want a wet towel, and some ice. Then I want you to open the backseat on my car, okay?"

She nodded mutely, moving towards the drawer that had caused her problems not half an hour before.

"Did he hit you, Mel?" Grace asked as she assessed Darien's wounds. He had a cut on his head, a split lip, his right hand looked broken and the Lupa had a feeling his ribs were bruised if not broken.

Melissa shook her head, taking out a towel and turning on the tap.

"Tell me what happened."

Melissa swallowed, getting the towel wet and shutting off the tap. She handed it to Grace and paused, then moved to the freezer. She spoke with her back turned to Grace. "Darien's dad got home while Darien and I were doing dishes... He..."

"He what?" Grace began to wipe away the blood, revealing the damage.

"He came in... yelled for Darien." Melissa frowned, opening a drawer to find a bag or something to put ice in. "Darien had me behind his back... in here. His Dad saw me or something, and made Darien move... Then he said something about sharing me with Darien, and grabbed my chin... then neck..." She shuddered, "Darien hit him... and..."

"Okay, honey, it's gonna be alright. Open my car and forget the ice. Let's get him to Richard. He'll force the change and Darien'll be as good as new..."

Melissa nodded, making her way out of the kitchen.

Grace swallowed as she picked up the boy, growing increasingly worried about Melissa. Shit.

Richard's brow furrowed as he stood in the middle of the very empty house. He'd come home... brought in the groceries, put them away... and hadn't seen Grace anywhere. He'd checked the bedroom, the bathroom, the guest rooms, the guest bathroom... Even the garage. Her car hadn't been in the garage, where it was usually parked, and there had been no sign of her from his glance at the woods behind the house. Where was she?

The front door opened then. "No, don't worry about your shoes, Mel. Open the door to the guest room."

Richard blinked, turning to watch as Melissa and Grace entered the house. Melissa hardly looked up as she hurried to open the door that Grace had nodded at, giving Richard ample time to study his lover and... was that Darien she was carrying? He'd hardly recognized him... "Love?"

"Richard... help me, will you?" The Lupa had the strength, but Darien weighed more than her.

Richard nodded, moving to take Darien from her. "What happened? You didn't leave a note or anything-"

"I didn't have time." Grace looked at Melissa. "You know where the bathroom is. Grab me another wet towel, warm."

Melissa nodded, disappearing into the bathroom.

Richard moved towards the guest room, carrying Darien as if he weighed nothing. "What happened, Love?"

Grace explained as she switched on the lamp, her tone angry.

Richard growled, setting Darien down on the bed. "That f-" He cut himself off as Melissa came in, carrying a wet towel.

Grace nodded. "Wipe some of the blood from his face." The Lupa directed as she pulled off Darien's sneakers.

Melissa bit her lip, moving around Richard to stand next to Darien's head.

Richard watched as the young were carefully wiped off her boyfriend's face, her hands gentle. He glanced down at his Lupa, then down at Darien. He'd have to force the change... judging by the boy's labored breathing, his ribs weren't in the best shape, and cuts that should have healed were red and angry.

"I think he was wearing a silver ring..." Grace bit her lip. "Other room, Mel. He's got to be stripped."

Melissa opened her mouth to protest, then sighed, shutting it again. Nodding, she left the room.

Richard frowned as the door shut softly behind her. "How long has she been quiet like that?"

"Since I got there." Grace swallowed. "I didn't know what to do, Richard..."

The Ulfric moved around the bed, hugging his lover. "I know, Love... I'm not sure what to do either."

Grace hugged him back. "I'm tempted to ask Jamil and Shang-Da to teach him a lesson..."

Darien shifted, moaning.

Richard looked down at the teen on the bed, "We need to strip him down before I can force the change..."

"Maybe I should leave the room... I don't think he'd want me to see.... Well... You know."

"If you want to go, Love... You've seen it before." Richard let her go, moving back to the bed.

Grace reached out, tugging off one of Darien's socks. "We'll just tell him you did it. I don't want him embarrassed.

"Alright." Richard slipped an arm under Darien's shoulders, carefully working his shirt off. The skin underneath the t-shirt had the vague appearance of a plum, bruises staining the young wolf's chest.

Grace swallowed. "Oh God..." She raised a shaking hand to her mouth.

Richard braced Darien's back with one hand, tugging the shirt over his head. "He'll be alright, Love... I know he will."

She nodded shakily before undoing the teen's pants, her gaze disinterested. "His shoulder was dislocated when I got there..."

Richard let out a sympathetic hiss, "God... I'm tempted to go after his father myself..." He eased Darien back onto the bed, moving down to join his lover. "I'll get it, Love."

She pulled her hands back, blushing.

He handed her the shirt, offering a slight smile. Taking a steadying breath, Richard started on Darien's pants, pulling them and the boxers off in one go.

Grace didn't bother to fold the clothing, knowing she be washing it as soon as possible.

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Melissa couldn't sit, instead standing uncertainly between the kitchen and the living room. She could see out of the slanted blinds that covered the window behind the couch and the guest bedroom door. Out of all the places in the room, it was the one place she could be still. On the couch she had fidgeted, and everywhere else she had been inclined to pace. She never paced.

Darien lived with what she could only describe as a monster. How long had his father been like that? Had he beaten Darien's mother when she was alive? Was he the reason she was dead? Why hadn't Darien runaway? Or...

He'd protected her from his father since he'd walked into the house. He had taken a beating for her. She knew he probably would have gotten it anyway, but... There had been a look in the drunk man's eyes as he'd hit his son. He'd enjoyed it. She shuddered, hugging herself. God... How had Darien survived?

Grace stepped out of the bedroom a minute later. "Melissa, you can go in now."

Melissa swallowed, moving away from her position. "Thanks." She said quietly, walking past Grace with her head lowered.

Grace bit her lip, stopping the girl. "Mel.... this wasn't your fault."

Melissa shook her head, "You don't know that..."

"Yes, I do. And he'll tell you the same thing."

"That doesn't mean it'll be true."

Grace bit her lip. "It is true. Darien's father is a sick and deranged man. You did nothing wrong."

"I should've helped him..." Melissa looked up, clearly fighting back tears. "I should've done something... and I didn't. I just let him take it. He wouldn't be as bad as he is if I'd helped him... but I didn't."

"No... you would have been hurt too... and then no one could have called for help..." Grace hugged the girl.

Melissa bit her lip, shaking her head as she hugged Grace back. She wasn't going to cry again tonight...

Grace rubbed her back. "Darien's all healed now, Hun... and he's not going back to his father..."

She pulled back, taking calming breaths. "Can I go see him?"

The Lupa nodded. "He was sleeping, but you can."

Melissa moved to the guest room as Richard came through the door. He let her into the room, meeting Grace's gaze as the door shut again.

"She thinks it's her fault." Grace swallowed, shrugging. "I don't know how to convince her it's not."

Richard stepped away from the door, sighing, "It's something she'll have to come to terms with herself."

The Lupa nodded slowly. "He can't go back to that...man, Richard."

"He can stay here until he can make other arrangements."

Grace nodded. "Of course. Can we please send Shang-Da and Jamil?"

"It's tempting, Love." Richard ran a hand through his hair. "More than tempting."

Grace sighed, hugging him. "I feel horrid... how did we miss this?"

He hugged her back, "I don't know, Love..."

She swallowed. "We need to get some of his things."

"Think we can take Mel? She'll know what to bring..."

"I suppose. She and I could make the trip. I don't want to leave Darien alone."

Richard nodded, "Alright... I'll make dinner while you're gone..."

Grace swallowed, nodding back at him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

She brushed her lips over his. "I'm going to get going. I hope the bastard's still passed out."

He frowned slightly, "Yeah... You should take someone with you. I can call Shang-Da or Jamil..."

Grace bit her lip. "That'd be a good idea. I mean... I don't want to have to fight him while..."

Richard pulled back, "I'll call... hold on."

She nodded.
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