A hybrid comes to have the blood of one. (Male needed, vampire/werewolf hybrid 1x1)

[TieMeTightly]

They nearly broke the door down to get into the room, each and every one of them snarling when she was nowhere in sight. She hadn't needed any call from Dimitri to tell her to hide. If they were really after her as he said they were, she knew that him locking her in the room with a stake wasn't going to end well for either of them.

They swarmed into the room, flinging open every door until coming to the last door in the room. Tyler grinned when he heard her cry out, quite literally dragged by her hair and forced to kneel in the center of the room, the vampire who had a grip on her hair holding the stake Dimitri had given her in his hand, a wound visible on his chest - but healing before their eyes.

"She missed."

Emma's chest heaved as Tyler gave someone else the chains keeping Dimitri settled before stepping past him into the room, leaning down in order to cup Emma's chin, tilting her head back.

"Emma…You're not going to fight us anymore..you're just going to do what we say..and.." He stopped as he saw that every mark on her body had heeled, snarling as he turned to face Dimitri. "You fed her your blood?!" He lifted his hand only to backhand the hybrid, glaring at the vampire who held her by the hair. Emma was confused, still squirming against their grasp.

"Can't..use compulsion because of you fucking blood, dog. But we can still kill her. I wonder what happens to the girl if she dies with your fucking blood in her fucking system and doesn't have her own blood to drink? Oh that's right…a wonderfully slow,..painful death. Agonizing..could go on for days."

He was grinning then, Emma's eyes focused on Dimitri, unable to calm her own breathing, her pounding heartbeat making the vampires in the room restless.

"Let's..see…everyone should have a taste."

They were all on her at once. Except the one holding the chains around Dimitri's neck. She had been pulled to her feet, screaming in pain as countless sets of fangs came down on her skin. If one pulled back, the marks slowly healed, only to be replaced by another bite. They wanted to drain her and the fact that they were given permission seemed to make them all the more thrilled.

Of course the one holding Dimitri's chains had loosened his grip, his mouth quite literally watering as blood dripped down her neck.

 

[No_such_thing]

The vampire gripping her hair was smiling now, the scar on his chest all but gone. His grip tightened on her hair as Tyler turned away from her, a vicious back slap, snapping his head around, his strength already weakened by the chain. A red mark appeared on his cheek, fading quickly, at least the chain hadn't leeched that from him as well. He left his head there, hanging, his hands still at his throat, the chain digging into his skin.

He looked up, his eyes meeting Emma's, you see now... I'm sorry. Conflicting messages warred in those eyes but at Tyler's next words they blanked.

"Let's..see…everyone should have a taste."

The vampire holding Emma yanked her to her feet by her hair, she winced, once before she vanished behind the crowding vampires. She screamed in pain, fear. He didn't care which, only knowing that it had to stop. He roared in reply, pulling forward as hard and as fast as he could. He hadn't really expected it and it came as a shock when he felt the hold on the chain slip. The vampire behind him had loosened his grasp and it surprised both of them as it slipped from his hands.

The chain came away from his neck, he threw it away as though it were a snake and felt his strength flood back. He whirled around, driving a fist into the horrified vampire's face. He went through the wall and before the crowded vampires could respond he was among them. He broke a woman's neck, her mouth red and dripping with blood. He shoved two more away, knocking down the vampire's surrounding Emma before shoulder charging his way through the crowd.

He took her and enfolded her in his arms, feeling a sharp pain in the centre of his back he wrapped himself around her as they went through the window. Glass shattered outwards in a crystal spray, the window framing the carnage behind them. They crashed to the ground outside and he went to stand up, still carrying her. But couldn't. The pain was still there in the centre of his back. He laid her down as softly as he could, knowing that they would be right behind him, but the jarring fall had shaken him. It shouldn't have.

He looked down, the silver point of a stake was protruding from the centre of his chest. He sank to one knee. It had gone through his spine. It wouldn't be immediately fatal, not without penetrating his heart, but with it still in he couldn't heal. he couldn't reach it behind him. He fell forward.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She was barely with it even with how quickly that he had gotten to her, feeling the window shattering against her back, the air cool against her skin, the blood drying as the wounds slowly healed.

She wasn't really certain that she was aware of what was happening. He was there…holding her, her eyes unfocused by the time they landed on the ground outside.

Emma hadn't expected to be outside,..certainly hadn't expected them to go through a window to get there. But they had moved so quickly. They were on her in a flash and though most of them were healed she could still feel the fangs in her skin, the pain seeming to linger there.

When he tried to stand but couldn't she seemed to force herself back to some semblance of consciousness, looking up to the window to see the vampires there, practically snarling at the fact that he'd managed to get them away.

"You think we won't fucking kill her?!"

Tyler could see that the stake had landed, though the fact that he wasn't dead meant that he didn't hit the right spot. He personally didn't care if Dimitri was killed. For some reason the council were interested in him but Tyler found him to be more of a cocky nuisance than anything else. Right now,..he had to get downstairs.

-

Emma could see that he was in pain despite her somewhat delirious state, seeing the stake protruding through his chest. She struggled to force herself to move, getting up on her knees only to reach behind him, her fingers wrapping around the stake as she put her wrist against his lips. Emma wasn't really all that sure of what she was saying, her mind taking over her conscious body somewhat as she pressed her lips against his ear, barely whispering.

"Release the fucking wolves.."

She pulled the stake out then, clutching it in her hand as she literally forced her wrist against his lips, knowing he'd need some blood to recover fast enough to do so.

-

Tyler was already on the ground, though he wasn't focused on Dimitri anymore, even when she pulled the stake from her back he saw that she was unfocused, barely conscious. He could snap her neck and Dimitri's little Hybrid blood bag would no longer be a problem.

"Emma I just want to play..the rest of the council wants to see you…we won't hurt you anymore until the elders get a good look at you."

It was probably true. He wanted so much just to twist her pretty little head until it popped, but he probably wouldn't be favored if he did that.

 

[No_such_thing]

He felt the pressure in his chest reduce as the stake was yanked out of his back, feeling the skin against his lips as she pushed her wrist to his mouth. It was smooth, the pulse beating raggedly in her wrist. He couldn't help it, she must already be weak from the vampires who had already fed, but she had unhesitatingly offered herself to him.

He sank his fangs into her wrist, sucking down blood in long powerful gulps, almost faster than her rapidly beating heart. He felt the strength surging back into his body, the flesh and bone gradually knitting itself back together with agonizing slowness.

He dragged himself to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth, he couldn't wipe it away now, no time, no energy. He left it, left her as he forced his aching protesting body across the lawns to the door recessed into the wall. He found the house, feeling his way along the wall, looking back to Emma, vampires were making their way across the grass, following him now. They obviously didn't know the layout of the manor, not realising where Dimitri was going.

That was until Dimitri virtually fell down the steps to the cellar. He heard them speeding up, shouting to one another, realising what he must be planning. The key turned in the lock and he scrambled into the cellar. Four snouts turned to him at once, four wolves threw themselves against their cages, recoiling at the silver in the bars. He stumbled to the cage containing Sean, slipping the key into the lock and twisting it, there was a click as the mechanism connected and Sean thrust the door open with bone shattering force. Dimitri stared him down, Seans eyes were gold, powerful, and utterly merciless. But Dimitri stared him down with the gaze of an Alpha, he was the leader of the pack and Sean knew it. The werewolf bowed his head subserviently. It was the work of a moment to open the other three cages. The hulking beast that was Sven dived at his throat but was slapped down with a snarl by Sean. He howled, and the others joined in, bounding out the doorway as the first vampire appeared, playfully disemboweling her as he passed.

The pack was on the hunt.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma felt the pain as soon as his fangs slipped so easily into her skin. He barely had given pause to the thought of feeding to help himself recover, though when he left her she found herself feeling even more useless than she had the past few nights.

The blood was in her system, allowing for healing of the wounds as they were inflicted, but she noticed that the pain was lingering, that they were healing more slowly. She was quite literally covered in blood, clutching the stake in her hand with all the strength that she had left in her as Tyler approached, seemingly unphased by her attempt to look in the slightest bit brave.

His hand circled around her arm, grinning as her legs trembled when he forced her to her feet. She was dizzy, barely with it at all when the attack began.

-

Tyler turned at the sound of the screams, for the moment forgetting about the girl that he held up as though torn with needing to get the vampires out of there and getting the girl back to the Council.

Emma took the opportunity to shove the silver-tipped stake upward, into his lung, purposely missing his heart. She wanted to wound him. She wanted him to suffer after this.

His grasp on her wavered and she fell to her knees without the support, grinning up at him as he struggled to pull the stake out, though she had managed to wedge it in there. The howls were becoming more distinctive and he staggered back, calling off the vampires to retreat.

"Make no mistake..girl..we will be back when it is not a full moon and you will die.

Just like that he was gone, the screams dying down as the rest of the vampires retreated as well into the darkness.

Emma allowed herself to fall back on her ass only to then lay in the cool grass, blue eyes staring up at the sky only briefly before shutting them. This was all too much for one night. Her eyes didn't open until she heard footsteps, turning her head enough to see who was coming.

 

[No_such_thing]

"Sean!"

The werewolf paused over Emma's recumbent form, growling softly, looking back at Dimitri reproachfully. Dimitri jerked his head sharply in the direction of the receding howls and screams. When he didn't move he growled back, a hostile rumbling at the base of his throat. Sean dipped his head, howled and sprang after the rest of his pack.

Dimitri looked up, day would have broken before they reached the town, hopefully they wouldn't run into any bystanders, though it was unlikely the werewolves would abandon vampires to slaughter humans. He looked back down at Emma, she was looking up at him now, her form caked in blood.

He reached down, grasping her arm and hauling her to her feet, supporting her with an arm behind her back, holding her to him. She was shivering, but not from the cold night air, her body was reacting to the shock and pain of the events of the night. At least his blood was still having some effect, she wasn't physically injured at least, though what was effectively gang rape in the vampire world might do to her mind was as yet unapparent.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She lifted her hand slightly, as though wanting to pet the wolf even he hovered over her, but he was gone too quickly for her hand to make contact. Just as quickly he was gone and she flicked her wrist somewhat, as though waving unable to help but to groan as he forced her back to her feet.

She didn't want to be on her feet. If she had, she wouldn't have been laying down on the ground, but she did welcome the heat that he provided. His arm held her up and her fingers clutched his shirt as she buried her face effectively into his chest, trying to ignore the cold that seemed to be coursing through her veins instead of hot, pumping blood.

"I have to shower again.."

The words were quiet- she really wasn't sure she had even said them out loud, sighing heavily as she pressed herself up against him sighing contently as his warmth enveloped her.

The house was surely a mess at this point. She was certain there was blood on the floor, and she did know that the window was broken,..but Emma didn't want anything to do with any of it right now. She wanted to be not covered in blood..and she wanted to sleep.

"I'm calling Charlotte when I wake up later…and…you're going to let me..because….because I helped."

 

[No_such_thing]

"I have to shower again.."

He laughed, considering the state of her, blood dripping and congealing on her skin, it was a little bit of an understatement. Her voice was muffled, originating as it did from his chest. She was nuzzling into him, almost for protection. He laughed again, bitterly now, much good it had done. Perhaps it would have been better for her, he could have spared her so much suffering if he'd just left her to die that night. He pulled away, disgusted with himself.

"Dimitri!"

A harsh, commanding voice cut through the silence of the night air. Valia was stalking across the lawn towards them, flicking blood disdainfully from her fingernails. She did not look pleased, her haughty face, ever superior looked slightly more pissed off than usual.

"I know that wherever you go trouble follows, but this? This is pushing it. I expected you to be somewhat more prepared for this sort of... scuffle."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma grinned against his chest as he laughed, though the second time around he didn't seem amused. He was angry about the entire situation, which was understandable, but at the moment she didn't want to think about it - she wanted to be done with it.

Upon hearing the woman's voice she looked up, though was taken aback by her appearance. Everyone else was just so lovely that she'd met so far who was either a friend or acquaintance of Dimitri's but this woman didn't seem thrilled to even be looking at the duo at the moment.

"Who….who's that?"

She paused before looking back to the woman.

"Who are you? And..more importantly if you're a vampire or…not a wolf but whatever you are…you probably should have been around to help..thanks for the whole..not helping thing."

 

[No_such_thing]

Valia raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by Emma's sharp attitude. She raised her hand, blood was trailing down her hand, dripping from her fingers, strangely the rest of her was immaculate, but then she always was. She shook her hand again, spattering the last of the dripping blood on the lawn.

"And what exactly do you call this? A spilled drink. No, while you two were enjoying yourselves we were dealing with the vast majority of the vampires outside the front door."

She sucked on one long finger, cleaning the blood from her perfectly manicured fingernail.

"They were surprisingly... determined."

Dimitri sighed, glaring at the witch, now was not the time.

"Emma, this is Valia, a... friend."

 

[TieMeTightly]

She was disgusted as the woman sucked the blood clean off of her finger, nearly gagging before turning her head away from her, instead managing to tilt her head back enough to look up at Dimitri, unsure if she could handle meeting anyone new right now.

"Not a very friendly friend.."

She paused to look back to the witch, still practically clinging to the Hybrid for warmth.

"And…when exactly was I enjoying myself? I'm pretty sure I haven't been enjoying myself since I got here thank you very much.."

Emma shivered, acting as though nothing had really just happened, like she hadn't been attacked by a swarm of vampires and hadn't had too many sets of fangs on her to count. Or even acting like she didn't just offer her blood to someone she had been trying to keep away from in order to make certain that he was okay enough to let the wolves out. The long and short of it was that she was quite clearly in shock, not even seeming bothered by the fact that she was covered in blood.

"Can we go inside now? I'm..not warm.."

 

[No_such_thing]

Dimitri shot Valia a warning glance. Emma was in no condition to be messed around right now, certainly not by someone as powerful and spiteful as Valia could be. He shook his head sharply, his eyes sending a clear message, not now, another time.

He pulled Emma closer to his chest, supporting her, "come on."

He turned and led her into the house, leading her across the lawn, between the scattered bodies of vampires, some disemboweled, one beheaded, several others with huge gouges ripped from their throats. Clear evidence of the wolves work. He held her to him, keeping her eyes from the carnage, she had already seen more than her fair share of it, and was certainly not liable to break down at the sight. Nonetheless, it would simply be one more push to her tottering mind, she'd been through enough tonight.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma knew that he was trying to keep her eyes away from the bodies that littered the lawn and she didn't try to look to see what had happened. She knew what had happened - hell, she had told him to release the wolves to cause what had happened, though part of her was curious as to whether or not they would come back again or if they would just leave well enough alone.

The stairs proved more difficult than she had remembered, and while she leaned heavily against him for support she still managed to walk up them, careful to not step in any blood that had been spilled in the foyer as though she wasn't covered in it herself and was trying to remain clean of the thick liquid.

She didn't pull away from him until they were in the safety of the room, having to step over another body in order to even get inside. She was almost in a trance as she moved toward the bathroom, reaching down to the hem of her shirt as she pulled it up over her head, trying to ignore the blood in her hair…on her neck…practically staining her skin from the neck down.

She dropped the shirt easily into the wastebasket, unzipping and easily sliding out of the jeans as well, needing to get clean before she could handle sleeping. Her back was to the mirror, however, not wanting to see herself how she currently was.

 

[No_such_thing]

What was left of the mirror reflected a fragmented view of her back and ass. But that wasn't what held his attention. She had stripped, but now, with her back to the mirror she was facing him, completely naked except for a single pair of panties. He felt his breath catch in his throat, felt the heat and tension build.

He followed her into the bathroom, pushing the door closed behind him, he reached out and caressed her face, stroking down pausing at her neck for a moment, but he wasn't interested in her blood now. His hand continued, trailing through the blood congealing on her neck and collar bone and dropping to rest on her breast.

He moved it back to her shoulder, behind her neck, bringing his other hand to rest on her hip, pulling her closer to him. He pulled her head towards him and bent his own to her, locking her lips into a kiss as he reached out and turned the shower on. "We really need to get you cleaned up."

 

[TieMeTightly]

She hadn't really noticed that he had followed her into the bathroom until she heard the door click shut, her thumbs already hooked on the sides of the small underwear though she paused as his hand fell to her face.

The rest happened in such a blur. She could feel her chest heaving as his hand wandered, looking up at him by the time his hand found the back of her neck. As their lips met she briefly forgot what had happened that night. They were shut off from the world in that room and the sound of the shower easily put some sort of lull in the space, one she was glad to welcome over the screams of the undead and howling of wolves that seemed to be haunting her mind at the moment.

His voice was quiet, pulling her back to reality as she managed a slight nod in response, though it was clear that she wanted nothing to do with having to think about why she was covered in blood - especially when he seemed to be looking straight through it as though it weren't even there.

Emma pulled back slightly, in order to step out of the rather useless panties, her fingers then instead moving to his pants, working deftly to unfasten them.

"Clean would be better.."

 

[No_such_thing]

Her hands found his pants, unfastening his belt in short order, unzipping his pants as his own hand wandered to her crotch, his fingers rubbing gently over her clitoris, teasingly almost. He ripped off his shirt, feeling himself growing hard, straining to escape the binding of his pants. Then she succeeded with unfastening them and they slipped to the floor, followed swiftly by his boxers as he stepped out of them towards her, forcing her back against the shower wall.

His fingers slipped lower, pausing momentarily at her entrance before slipping inside. He was still kissing her, but now he bent his head to her neck, his vampiric instincts pushed aside in favour of one even more ancient.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma couldn't quite help but to moan against his lips as his finger brushed over her clit, barely noticing that he quite literally ripped the shirt off of his body. It was fine with her, one thing less to deal with.

So quickly after she was stepping backward, through the steady stream of water until her back hit the wall, finding herself already dizzy, though it was in the best of ways. The blood loss combined with her now racing heart joined with his fingers pressing inside of her made it impossible to not cry out against his lips. She was already standing on tip-toe, lifting one leg to wrap it around him.

He was already gone from her lips and she instinctively rolled her hips against the fingers inside of her, her head tilted back as his lips worked the sensitive skin of her neck.

 

[No_such_thing]

She was moving against him now, one leg lifted to wrap around his back, her hips rolling gently against his fingers. He sensed her head falling back, her lips opening and heard the cry as his fingers moved deeper inside of her. He moved down from her neck, kissing the skin until he reached her breast, kissing the nipple before sucking it into his mouth. He moved his tongue around it, gently massaging the tip and sucking softly on it before moving to the other, repeating the same process.

He paused, looking up at her face, his head still bowed, then leaned up, locking her lips once more with his. He pushed his tongue between her unresisting lips, kissing her hungrily, possessively, massaging her breast with one hand, the other gripping her ass, pulling her body against him. He moved the other hand down to her ass, pushing her up against the wall until her foot left the floor. He moved forward, bringing his cock to her pussy. He paused there a moment, before slowly increasing the pressure, until the head slid gently in.

 

[TieMeTightly]

It was completely lost on her as she stood against the now warming tile wall behind her back that the dried blood that had been on her was now pooling at their feet as it was washed away by the hot water, the heat alone seeming to calm her already aching body from the attack. She was much more focused on the fact that his lips were doing wonderfully torturous things to her nipples, her breathing uneven by the time he did lift his gaze to her. She wasn't looking at him, as though trying to forget what had happened and just focus on the pleasure.

Though when his lips crashed back to hers she managed a moan, her back arching somewhat as his hand massaged her breast.

It was a blur as his hands moved, finding herself going from teetering on her toes to being completely lifted from the ground, immediately wrapping both legs around him then, moaning against his lips as she felt him sinking slowly inside of her.

Emma found herself forgetful of the fact that he was a hybrid. She was forgetful of the fact that he had the strength to hurt her or kill her or really do whatever he wanted simply because he was usually gentle with her.

She draped both arms over his shoulders, kissing him desperately, urging him further. She was not used to having no control over the situation,..and wanted more.

 

[No_such_thing]

He felt her heels press against her buttocks as he sank slowly inside of her, urging him further in as he pressed her back against the tiled wall, the hot water beating down, forgotten now as it pounded down onto the two of them locked together.

He pushed forwards, thrusting into her, but gently, softly, teasing her body with his own, always staying tantalisingly on the edge of pleasure. He was losing himself now, no longer thinking, simply acting on instinct, an instinct far older than any Vampire's. It was dominating him, controlling his movements, his body, forcing him to dance along with it's ancient, irresistible tune.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma was almost impatient as he thrust into her. Her arms bent at the elbows as her fingers clutched at his back, digging into his skink She knew that she wouldn't be able to cause any sort of damage so didn't really pay any mind to it.

She wasn't sure how she was managing to lose herself, especially in this moment, at this time. It wasn't like they had had a wonderful day and were ending it with a bang. They had a horrible day. They barely scraped by to win a small battle that could have ended them all if they hadn't been lucky.

Her hips rocked against his, pulling her lips away from his in order to not have to concentrate on something for a moment or to.

"Fuck, Dimitri.." The words,..his name, was nearly a whimper, her eyes opening slightly though there was no focus as she stared up at him, her entire body trembling as she rocked against his thrusts.

 

[No_such_thing]

"Fuck, Dimitri.."

She whimpered, the words nearly unintelligible, lost as her whole body trembled. She was staring at him without focus, almost sightlessly. He found his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, as his pace increased, his body subconsciously responding to the desire running through both of them.

He couldn't bring himself to speak, his thoughts were running along similar lines to hers, he had come closer to oblivion than he had in a long time. And now he was forgetting the day with her, he hadn't been this close to someone in longer. He'd fucked, yes, of course he had, but there was something else here, some deeper connection that was exploiting both of them to be realised and he'd surrendered himself to it utterly.

He felt the climax building in him even as he increased in his rhythm, the two of them moving in perfect synchronicity as they neared their peak.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma was surprised that she had managed to get to someplace else - a place non-violent and something she could probably consider to be safe - but it wasn't something that she was used to. She wasn't really one to go after a guy within a few days of knowing him, unless she was told to by a vampire and inadvertently getting herself into more trouble.

She didn't know what drew her to do this, perhaps it was some sort of mental break, but she couldn't be worrying about it now.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she reached her peak, her pussy contracting around him, fingers clutching his shoulders as she cried out in ecstasy. Emma had to hold onto him in order to feel like she wasn't about to drop into some oblivion as she rode out her orgasm, dropping her forehead to his shoulder by the time she had finished.

 

[No_such_thing]

He felt her contract about his cock, and as she cried out he grunted as he came mere seconds after she orgasmed. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and he felt his cock almost jump inside of her, spasming as he joined her in their climax. He felt her head sink to his shoulder. He was breathing hard, almost sweating, the hot water almost forgotten, still beating down on them.

He leant forwards, resting his head against the slick tiles of the shower wall, his lips poised by her neck. But his fangs did not extend, he had no inclination to drink from her now though. It was a climatic moment in more ways than one. He stroked one hand down her back, gently, caressing her skin and her heaving body, before returning it to her face, cupping her chin and lifting it to look at him.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Emma nearly groaned as he lifted her head. She didn't want to even move, not at the moment. For this moment she wanted to allow herself to forget about everything but here he was, drawing her back into reality.

She was slow to respond, blue eyes opening slowly before managing to focus on him. She didn't say anything, letting her legs slowly unwrap from around his body before returning to standing on tip-toe. The whole point of the shower had been to shower. That hadn't happened. Sure, they'd gotten sprayed with water but that was about it.

Lifting her hands from his shoulders she pushed her soaked hair from her face, as though just realizing how bad of an idea this actually had been.