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Hayley, I think she’s psychic or something. It’s my exact situation with Max right now. Except I don’t think I know. Ugh.
I heard a faint wheezing sound. Instantly, I was thrown out of my trance by a sharp pain on my left arm. I snapped my eyes open to see a bullet barely piercing my skin. Hell, someone tried to kill me.
I turned my head towards the window when I saw a shadow making its escape. Amanda, Eleanor, Alex, Nick and Luke already disappeared dashing outside; chasing what I assume is a dead son of a bitch. I flicked the bullet off of me, revealing a red mark. I got shot and I’m just left with a tiny graze? Cool.
Just as I was about to leave the cafeteria to meet my assassin after his ‘not so successful’ assassination attempt, Max caught my good arm (well, both were still good actually.) that made me halt. I forgot his presence. This made me groan internally, I really don’t need this right now. He spun my body around to face him. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when he suddenly took me in his warm nostalgic embrace. He pressed me tight to his chest when I squirmed.
Before long, I stop my futile struggle and relaxed in his arms. No use fighting when I really need this I thought to myself. I pressed my cheek to his chest with my eyes closed, just taking a moment to take in his mouth-watering scent. My arm automatically wrapped around his waist. After a while, I tilt my head up to see his face. He smiled down at me. That’s weird; I think I just saw gold specks in his silver eyes.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry about this morning.” He whispered in my ear, I hid my blushing face in his massive chest.
“No matter, I already forgot what we were fighting about anyway.” I snuggled deeper into his chest. He kissed the top of my head then rested his chin at the same spot.
“Are you hurt? Did the bullet hurt you? Shit! I’ll kill whoever that was!” I rubbed his back in circles to calm him down. “Sssh, I’m fine. Relax. I’m not hurt. The bullet merely grazed my arm that’s all.” As much as I hate him being all murder killer shit, I really do want to kill that person myself and somehow he understood, he flashed me a teasing grin.
“Let’s go.” He suggested with his arm still draped over my shoulder protectively. I grunted but I let my curiosity get the better of me.
Oh, my sweet little assassin, here I come.
Max’s POV (Yay! Btw, I just realised in the earlier chapters I didn’t tell you when I change pov’s. Confusing, huh? Sorry!)
I stood by her side as she approached that bastard alone. She kicked him in the guts and grinned when that sucker groaned in pain, perfect wake up call. Luke went as far as to knock him out during their little hunting game, such a hassle.
“Hey, assassin of mine! I thought you would never wake up!” She said with fake enthusiasm and a pout that’s damn adorable.
“Shit, let go of me! What are you?!” He started to scramble on the ground trying to get away from us like we’re monsters. The irony.
“What? Monsters? Le gasps much? We’re living things too ya know?” Charlotte pretended to be shocked. “-once…” she mumbled under her breath. Staring at her all this time, I know she’s not sad. I can’t help but feel protective over her tiniest reaction.
“What’s your name anyway, punk?” Eleanor spat after a while checking on her expertly made manicured nails.
“Kill me already! Fuck you!” Bad move. My love raise her foot above his um, you-know-what and repeated the same sentence. Tough guy didn’t crumble. Her high heel moves an inch closer in an uncomfortably dangerous range. I hate to be that guy; anyway I’d spill the beans if I were him. The whole thing’s going to get out sooner or later and I bet the guy’s boss won’t look a second glance at him even if he did go back alive.
He’d just get replaced by another guy that would end up the same as him and the cycle repeats all over again, pointless. Unless, the boss’s is actually a smart guy and start sending REAL hunters. Only then, some of us will die which seems impossible because all hunters died with their descendants when I went haywire a few decades back. I cringed at thought of being out of control…again.
“Nick, get rid of him. We’re done here. The rest, clean up this mess.” Huh? What did I miss? The scene before me had me snickering; my love is one fearsome ice princess. Let’s just say, the guy won’t live to see the daylight of tomorrow and she did it the most honourable but painful way. Guess she got what she needed out of him? Major turn on. Wait! I’m not a masochist so don’t be confused. I just like my woman feisty and prideful. Phew.
“Max, let’s go back home.” Her eyes held lust and then said something that only I could hear.
‘I need to feed, hurry.’
-After three hours-
“HOLY SH*T!” I stared at the ceiling dazed, who knew killing people could do that to someone? She literally fucked my brains out. I grinned like a maniac when she cuddled closer to me, her smile widening on my chest. I swear we were like arch nemesis this morning and now I just had the best love making ever and she’s the one in control.
“Sorry, I just didn’t go hunting this month. Dead blood’s not satisfying.” She whined.
“So, my precious blood did the trick?” I raised an eyebrow. I know I’m being used but damn I don’t care anymore. I jumped when I heard her shrieked. “What?” Quickly I hovered over her, ready to slaughter anything in our way.
“What the hell is this?!” She tilted her head to the side with her hair out of the way; I could see an ancient inscription on the back of her neck. This is way before my time meaning really old. I’ll need to check on that later.
“I don’t know babe, we’ll figure it out.” I tried to reassure her that everything’s fine. She won’t die from an inscription engraved on her fair porcelain skin. Her smooth, snow white, delicious skin…okay! Way off topic.
“Wait I think there’s more” She leaned over the headboard, revealing her naked back and the inscription continued right above her sexy ass. I would actually start to worry only if I wasn’t too distracted by a naked someone. Sigh…
“Dammit Max, I know you like what you see but focus!” She snapped sounding really worried. I stared at the detailed inscription on her back and I can’t help feeling that I seen it somewhere before. Other than that, I’m sure it’s harmless. I’m not sure how.
“I don’t think its dangerous but just to make sure I’ll check, okay?”
“Pas de produit dangereux?! J'ai un tatouage stupide et j'espère que c'est un tatouage surmon dos en ce moment!”(Not dangerous?! I have a stupid tattoo and i do hope it is a tattoo on my back right now!) Whoa!
“You speak French?” I spoke in disbelief, she sound fucking sexy speaking French! Such a turn on, I need another round.
“Unbelievable!” she huffed.
“You read my mind.” I smirked and proceed to nibble on her ear. I know she loves it just by the sound of her moan.
“No! Max! You know what? I’m leaving after a shower!” She stormed into the bathroom; I think she’s so mad I could almost see the steam from her ears. I’m so not getting another round.
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I heard a faint wheezing sound. Instantly, I was thrown out of my trance by a sharp pain on my left arm. I snapped my eyes open to see a bullet barely piercing my skin. Hell, someone tried to kill me.
I turned my head towards the window when I saw a shadow making its escape. Amanda, Eleanor, Alex, Nick and Luke already disappeared dashing outside; chasing what I assume is a dead son of a bitch. I flicked the bullet off of me, revealing a red mark. I got shot and I’m just left with a tiny graze? Cool.
Just as I was about to leave the cafeteria to meet my assassin after his ‘not so successful’ assassination attempt, Max caught my good arm (well, both were still good actually.) that made me halt. I forgot his presence. This made me groan internally, I really don’t need this right now. He spun my body around to face him. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when he suddenly took me in his warm nostalgic embrace. He pressed me tight to his chest when I squirmed.
Before long, I stop my futile struggle and relaxed in his arms. No use fighting when I really need this I thought to myself. I pressed my cheek to his chest with my eyes closed, just taking a moment to take in his mouth-watering scent. My arm automatically wrapped around his waist. After a while, I tilt my head up to see his face. He smiled down at me. That’s weird; I think I just saw gold specks in his silver eyes.
“Are you okay? I’m sorry about this morning.” He whispered in my ear, I hid my blushing face in his massive chest.
“No matter, I already forgot what we were fighting about anyway.” I snuggled deeper into his chest. He kissed the top of my head then rested his chin at the same spot.
“Are you hurt? Did the bullet hurt you? Shit! I’ll kill whoever that was!” I rubbed his back in circles to calm him down. “Sssh, I’m fine. Relax. I’m not hurt. The bullet merely grazed my arm that’s all.” As much as I hate him being all murder killer shit, I really do want to kill that person myself and somehow he understood, he flashed me a teasing grin.
“Let’s go.” He suggested with his arm still draped over my shoulder protectively. I grunted but I let my curiosity get the better of me.
Oh, my sweet little assassin, here I come.
Max’s POV (Yay! Btw, I just realised in the earlier chapters I didn’t tell you when I change pov’s. Confusing, huh? Sorry!)
I stood by her side as she approached that bastard alone. She kicked him in the guts and grinned when that sucker groaned in pain, perfect wake up call. Luke went as far as to knock him out during their little hunting game, such a hassle.
“Hey, assassin of mine! I thought you would never wake up!” She said with fake enthusiasm and a pout that’s damn adorable.
“Shit, let go of me! What are you?!” He started to scramble on the ground trying to get away from us like we’re monsters. The irony.
“What? Monsters? Le gasps much? We’re living things too ya know?” Charlotte pretended to be shocked. “-once…” she mumbled under her breath. Staring at her all this time, I know she’s not sad. I can’t help but feel protective over her tiniest reaction.
“What’s your name anyway, punk?” Eleanor spat after a while checking on her expertly made manicured nails.
“Kill me already! Fuck you!” Bad move. My love raise her foot above his um, you-know-what and repeated the same sentence. Tough guy didn’t crumble. Her high heel moves an inch closer in an uncomfortably dangerous range. I hate to be that guy; anyway I’d spill the beans if I were him. The whole thing’s going to get out sooner or later and I bet the guy’s boss won’t look a second glance at him even if he did go back alive.
He’d just get replaced by another guy that would end up the same as him and the cycle repeats all over again, pointless. Unless, the boss’s is actually a smart guy and start sending REAL hunters. Only then, some of us will die which seems impossible because all hunters died with their descendants when I went haywire a few decades back. I cringed at thought of being out of control…again.
“Nick, get rid of him. We’re done here. The rest, clean up this mess.” Huh? What did I miss? The scene before me had me snickering; my love is one fearsome ice princess. Let’s just say, the guy won’t live to see the daylight of tomorrow and she did it the most honourable but painful way. Guess she got what she needed out of him? Major turn on. Wait! I’m not a masochist so don’t be confused. I just like my woman feisty and prideful. Phew.
“Max, let’s go back home.” Her eyes held lust and then said something that only I could hear.
‘I need to feed, hurry.’
-After three hours-
“HOLY SH*T!” I stared at the ceiling dazed, who knew killing people could do that to someone? She literally fucked my brains out. I grinned like a maniac when she cuddled closer to me, her smile widening on my chest. I swear we were like arch nemesis this morning and now I just had the best love making ever and she’s the one in control.
“Sorry, I just didn’t go hunting this month. Dead blood’s not satisfying.” She whined.
“So, my precious blood did the trick?” I raised an eyebrow. I know I’m being used but damn I don’t care anymore. I jumped when I heard her shrieked. “What?” Quickly I hovered over her, ready to slaughter anything in our way.
“What the hell is this?!” She tilted her head to the side with her hair out of the way; I could see an ancient inscription on the back of her neck. This is way before my time meaning really old. I’ll need to check on that later.
“I don’t know babe, we’ll figure it out.” I tried to reassure her that everything’s fine. She won’t die from an inscription engraved on her fair porcelain skin. Her smooth, snow white, delicious skin…okay! Way off topic.
“Wait I think there’s more” She leaned over the headboard, revealing her naked back and the inscription continued right above her sexy ass. I would actually start to worry only if I wasn’t too distracted by a naked someone. Sigh…
“Dammit Max, I know you like what you see but focus!” She snapped sounding really worried. I stared at the detailed inscription on her back and I can’t help feeling that I seen it somewhere before. Other than that, I’m sure it’s harmless. I’m not sure how.
“I don’t think its dangerous but just to make sure I’ll check, okay?”
“Pas de produit dangereux?! J'ai un tatouage stupide et j'espère que c'est un tatouage surmon dos en ce moment!”(Not dangerous?! I have a stupid tattoo and i do hope it is a tattoo on my back right now!) Whoa!
“You speak French?” I spoke in disbelief, she sound fucking sexy speaking French! Such a turn on, I need another round.
“Unbelievable!” she huffed.
“You read my mind.” I smirked and proceed to nibble on her ear. I know she loves it just by the sound of her moan.
“No! Max! You know what? I’m leaving after a shower!” She stormed into the bathroom; I think she’s so mad I could almost see the steam from her ears. I’m so not getting another round.
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