After kicking Connor's ass three times on Call of Duty, the games no longer held my attention and I was starting to get restless. Jay and Blake weren't back yet and the spider legs of anxiety were beginning to crawl up my spine. Connor had told me that the community centre was only a ten minute walk away and that they should be back in no time but it had been two hours. They should have been back at least an hour ago.

"You're going to gnaw that thing right off"

"Huh?"

Connor reached over and gently coaxed my bottom lip from between my teeth with his thumb before softly caressing it with the tantalizing digit.

"That's better. I have big plans for this baby and you'll ruin them if you chew them off before I've had my fill."

He leaned in pressing his lips against mine in a sensual kiss, his tongue taking leisurely laps inside my mouth. Consider me now truly distracted.

Connor's hands cupped my face, angling my face just right to make the most of his wicked tongue. Boy had skills and I could only imagine what more he could with it.

All too soon he sucked on my lip and then pulled a few inches back. The liquid pool of silver was back in his eyes, I couldn't help but stare into them

"I don't think I will ever get my fill of kisses like that"

"Mmhmm-" Was the only response I could manage, making him chuckle.

"You're so beautiful" He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear with his fingertips. My eyes closed and my breath exhaled automatically at his touch. I had no control over my body around him. It just reacted. "But if you keep frowning like that you'll end up with wrinkles"

I slapped his arm playfully. Connor Guffawed.

"I'm sorry, I know I've been distracted, but- I'm worried." Connor's eyes softened

"They'll be fine. They will be back any moment and you'll see for yourself."

"But what if they're hurt?" I voiced my worst fear.

"They have Damian, he will keep them safe. He wouldn't let anything happen to them, I promise you."

That made me feel marginally better, Damian was a bit of a bad ass and he wouldn't go down without one hell of a fight. Even though Connor was the joker of the group, he was so sweet when he wanted to be and he always knew what to say to talk me down from the ledge, to make me feel at ease.

I leaned into his side, wrapping my arms around his waist. He needed no further prompting, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him then leaning back into the couch. I willingly went with him, moulding my body into the side of his. The warmth of his body permeated me deep within and warming me in all the right places. Stretching up, I nuzzled into his neck, placing gentle butterfly kisses against the soft, tantalizing skin eliciting a growl from deep inside his chest. His hand gripped my hip tightly, but other than that, he didn't move. He was letting me take control and continue my exploration of his body.

I ran my hand down his toned chest, over his stomach to the hem of his t-shirt. I'd felt his muscular six pack through his top but it paled in comparison when it came to skin on skin. My hand roamed freely, taking in the feel of him under my palm.

I needed more.

Surprising myself with my boldness. I swung my leg over his thighs, positioning myself so I was straddling him. My hips level with his, pressed where I needed to feel him the most. Needing to see what I had just felt, I reached for the hem and began pulling his shirt up his body. Connor leaned forward, helping me ease his top up on over his head. Just as eager as me to be rid of the item of clothing.

The offending item shucked to the floor, I sat back on my haunches taking him in. My imagination hadn't done him justice. His skin was as milky white as mine, with a small scattering of red hair in a line down his stomach, just below his navel. Leading down and disappearing beneath the waist band of his faded blue jeans. To say he was ripped was an understatement, there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. Each contour was hard and well defined.

I couldn't help myself. I came in closer, placing a hot wet his kiss in the centre of his chest. His hands skating up my back and under my hoody making me bolder.

Running my tongue the length of his torso he moaned loudly but I froze.

The taste of his skin exploded inside my mouth, saliva filling it and my stomach reacting violently with a hungry need. A need to feed.

I could smell his blood calling to me. Drawing me in. The hunger increased and my stomach spasmed trying to eat itself in a state of starvation. My teeth bared of their own volition and the urge to bite into his soft flesh over took me. I was going to hurt him. I couldn't hurt him.

I jumped up to my feet and ran in to his kitchen to put some distance between us. Turning on the faucet, I splashed water on my face trying to break myself free from the desperate state I was in.

Warm soft hands landed gently on my hips as I tried to take deep breaths in an attempt to control myself. I was so hungry.

"Agnes, what's wrong?" Worry laced his voice. "Tell me what happened, what did I do?"

My heart melted and helped calm me at his caring words.

"You did nothing wrong." I managed breathlessly. "I'm hungry and I nearly-"

I couldn't finish that sentence out loud. Bit him. I nearly fucking bit him. Connor put the pieces together, finally understand what had just happened.

"How bad is it?"

"I'm so hungry, it's almost painful. But I didn't have the urge to tear you apart, if that's what you're asking." I said sardonically.

"I wasn't-"

"I just had the overwhelming urge to- Bite you." I buried my head in my hands with shame overwhelming me.

"Look at me." I couldn't

"Turn around, Red" Knowing my voice would betray me and show him how scared I actually was, I just shook my head.

I felt his hands on my hips trying to coax me around but I stood strong. Just staring at the running faucet to ground myself. My whole body vibrating in fear.

The vibrations intensified letting me know that they weren't coming from me like I had initially thought. The room was shaking so violently I had to hold on to the sink for balance. The water in the sink began rising like I had only seen once before. Realisation dawning on me that it was happening again.

"Oh fuck! Not again!" Connor bellowed, grabbing a hold of me and dragging me under the kitchen table, wrapping himself around me so tightly it was hard to breathe.

"Stay with me." His voice desperate and panicked. "You're not going to leave me again. I won't let you go." He was scared something would happen to me. The last time this had happened, I'd died and I was out for twenty four hours. Thankfully it didn't seem to have the same affect on me this time. I guessed I could only be killed once.

He startled when I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek in a soothing motion. His grey eyes locked with mine. The storm swirling within them suddenly calming. Content with seeing me still conscious in his arms.

"I'm still here." I assured him softly. Hugging him back as tightly as he was gripping me, giving him proof that I was still here.

We sat like that for I don't know how long but the world eventually stopped shaking and the water finally fell. Our breathing evening out as the danger subsided.

Everything was silent and still as we stayed huddled underneath the table. Neither of us wanting to move. Until the apartment door burst open, nearly flying off its hinges and a distraught Jay came barrelling in screaming my name.

"Agnes?!"

"Agnes!"

"In here!" My voice croaked out. My worry for my missing piece had been at the forefront of my mind all afternoon and now that he was here, relief flooded my body. I struggled against Connor's hold until he released me and bolted from underneath the table slamming my body in to Jay's open arms.

Picking me up, wrapping my legs around him- he spun me until my back was pressed against the wall and his lips were crashing down on mine. The kiss was fevered and full of relief and desperation. A frenzied projection of all the pent up fear we had both just endured.

"You're ok!" He murmed against my lips as my fingers tangled into his hair.

"So are you-" I retorted, his kiss making it harder to say any more.

I'm sorry, man. but I need her right now." Jay threw over his shoulder to Connor, breaking our kiss.

"No explanation needed, man. But where's blake?" This caught my attention. Jay had come back alone and now I was on full alert and beginning to panic.

"Where's Blake?" I repeated Connor's question.

"Calm down, he's fine. We picked up a ration pack for Mrs Penbrook and he's just taking it to her and making sure she's ok.

Aww, that was so sweet. I briefly wondered what Blake would be like with a sweet side until Jay interupted my train of thought.

"Now where were we?"

The question obviously rhetorical, as his lips claimed mine again as we moved towards the door. He carried me all the way to the top floor, never breaking the kiss or putting me down once. I expected us to head into my apartment so I was shocked when we passed it. He was taking me to his apartment instead.

Before I knew it, my back was being pressed into a soft mattress. Only then did Jay break the kiss to take a step back and look at me.

"Fuck, you're beautiful! I've been picturing you like this in my bed since the moment I saw you knelt before me in that fucking hallway."

A knot formed in my lower stomach at his words. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me and seeing him stood before me, openly ogling my body- Made my insides burn molten.

Not waiting for him to join me, I sat up on the bed and pulled my hoody over my head and threw it to the floor, swiftly followed by my bra. Jay licked his lips, his eyes darkening to an almost impossible shade of jade. He needed no further prompting from me as he lowered himself on to the bed, settling himself between my open legs. His weight pressing me into the mattress deliciously.

He stared in to my eyes as he brushed my hair away from my face with his hands.

"I was so scared" He said on a quiet breath. "Everything that we saw at the centre and then the what ever the hell that was happening again. It was too much I-" He rested his forehead against mine, taking a deep breath. "I- can't lose you."

"I was worried sick, while you were gone. And it seems it was justified. What happened out there?" I was so glad Blake had talked me out of going, but now I also wished that they hadn't seen what ever it was that was disturbing Jay so much."

"I don't want to talk about it right now, I just want you"

"Well, you have me" My words came out husky, laced with lust, because he did have me. Every single part of me.

"Say that again." He growled. I knew what he wanted to hear, I could I see it in eyes.

"Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm yours"

That was all I need to say for him to go full savage on me. His lips devoured mine in a punishing, toe curling kiss as his hands roamed every inch of my bare skin. He pulled away against my extreme protests but once I realised he was sliding off my pants, I closed my mouth and wiggled impatiently on the bed. This earned me a quick nip with his teeth on my lower belly. The slight sting of pain only worsening my passionate torture.

"Take me Jay-" I begged

"Oh, I plan to. Over and over again until you scream my name" A wicked grin spread across his face. "But I want to taste you first."

My gasp only made him smile harder. He gave me a sly wink before he settled his shoulders between my thighs.

"So fucking beautiful" I thought I heard him murmur but it was quickly forgotten when his mouth connected with the apex of my thighs. The onslaught of sensation had me mewling like a cat in heat. I'd be fucking mortified if I wasn't so lost in ecstasy.

My toes curled and my hands balled his sheets tightly as the knot tightened. My breathing coming hard and fast matching the rhythm of his tongue. My head spun and lights flashed behind my eyes as my body shook from being wound too tight. His hands grabbed my ass and angled me more towards his face making his strokes deeper and more consuming. Throwing my head back I moaned out his name as the pleasure hit it's crescendo unravelling me in a flood of ecstasy.

Jay looked pretty fucking proud of himself as he climbed up my body like a prowling predator, coming to rest his hips once again on mine, his a arousal pushing against where I was far too sensitive. Re-awakening the ache between my legs.

My hands grab the waist band of his jeans and I fumbled with the button trying to get them undone but my dexterity was not up to scratch thanks to the mind blowing orgasm that I had just had only minutes ago.

"Need some help?" Jay mocked me, laughing at my predicament.

"Just shut up and take your pants off, Stud."

"And they said romance was dead." He smirked, but reached down to remove his jeans.

The moment he had his button undone and his fly down he stopped stock still with his thumbs tucked in his waistband. Connor was frantically banging his fists against the bedroom door.

"Ah, fuck-" Jay said as he pressed his forehead back to mine closing his eyes trying hard to compose himself. "The world better be on fucking fire-"

I felt bereft and cold when his body left mine but I was still too boneless to climb under the covers. Completely unashamed laying there naked as the day I was born, even when Jay swung open the door revealing a panic stricken Connor.

Connor didn't even spare me a glance let alone some comment laced with innuendo. That's when I knew that what ever had happened was bad.

I took in his dishevelled appearance, his red hair pointing in every direction from frantically running his fingers through it. His face was pained but what scared me the most was the blood that stained his shirt. I sat up, ready to run to him and check him from head to toe for any injuries when he spoke.

"It's Blake-"

That was all we needed to hear to throw on some clothes and sprint down to Connor's apartment.

A trail of blood led from the stairwell and all the way into Connor's place. We followed it like a sick child's game. But this was no game.

As we entered Connor's living room, Blake was on the floor propped up against the wall surround by a pool of blood. His t-shirt had been removed and was now balled up and was being used as a compression bandage in the crook where his neck met his shoulder. It was sodden with blood. The smell of it made my mouth water.

"Get my vet kit!" I shouted to either Connor or Jay. I didn't give a shit which, I just need one of them to get my bag.

Blood pumped from the wound when I removed the t-shirt that was temporarily stemming the flow. Blake didn't look good, his skin was grey from the blood loss. I worked quickly dabbing the wound to try and get a better look at what I was working with. The delicious smell of his blood soon forgotten when I finally saw the outline .

"Is he going to be ok?" Connor asked placing my bag beside me.

"I don't think so-" I answered, resigned to what I was seeing.

"You can patch him up though, the wound doesn't look that bad. It already looks better now you've cleaned him up." His voice was desperate, looking for any sliver of hope.

"I can patch him up. I can fix his neck." My voice was emotionless as I mentally shut down.

"So he is going to be ok-" I just shook my head not able to look at the destroyed look in his eyes when I dropped my next bomb on them.

"Blake's-" I choked on my words and had to start again.

"Blake's been bitten."

I knocked on Mrs Penbrook's door and watched as Jay disappeared inside the stair well while I waited for her to answer.

"Hi Mrs Penbrook!" I greeted enthusiastically when she cracked open the door cautiously.

"I brought you some groceries" I lifted up the box I was holding in my hands so she could see.

"Oh, you're such a good boy, come on in." She opened the door and shuffled deeper into the apartment so I could enter. I genuinely liked Mrs P. She'd taken care me from the day I'd moved in over eight years ago and ever since she'd had a stroke three years ago, it was my turn to return the favour. So I always called every other day to see if she needed anything doing or getting.

"Would you like a cup of tea, sweetie?"

"Sure thing Mrs P, I'll just put this food away for you."

I followed her into the kitchen and began unpacking the box of rations.

A blinding flash from outside the kitchens large windows appeared out of nowhere startling me into dropping a carton of milk. When the building started to shake, I rushed over to Mrs P and caught her when she stumbled, steadying her on her feet.

I held on to her and the counter trying to keep us both balanced. I watched in astonishment as the hot water in the tea cups began to rise out of the porcelain. It must be a second attack, maybe this time it will fix the girl or finish what it started.

Damian growled within me. But I didn't fucking care, if it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be here right now.

Mrs P went rigid in my arms as the shaking subsided. Her frail legs buckled beneath her. Luckily, I managed to grab her before she hit the floor and break a fucking hip or something.

She was out cold and fearing she'd had a heart attack or another stroke or something, I lowered her gently to the floor and began checking her over.

Her face was pale and grey and she showed no signs of life. She was so still. Panic rocked me at the thought of losing another person that I cared about. I leaned in, placing me ear close to her mouth- listening intently for the sound of her breathing.

I heaved a sigh of relief when a gargling sound broke free from her lips. My shoulders sagged, finally relaxing and I made a move to pull away but my movement was stopped when blunt teeth tore in to the flesh of my neck.

Mrs P, dived for me, knocking me over and pinning me to the ground with what I can only describe as super human strength. Pain radiated through my body as she continued to tear away at the flesh of my neck. I felt as if acid was being pumped through my veins.

"Hey Mrs P! I came to keep you and Blake company, Jay's erm, a little busy-" Connor hollered as he stepped into the apartment. Connor was here, I had to warn him. Even if it took my last dying breath, I had to get him out of here.

I tried to call out to him, to tell him to leave. But the only sound I was able to make was a strangled gurgle as blood filled my mouth.

I couldn't help him. She was going to kill him next and I couldn't stop it from happening! Damian roared but was unable to step in because of our weakened state. I was helpless and I despised being helpless.

"Holy fuck! Blake!" This was it, he'd found us.