Salvation

Salvation

Waiting. Why do I wait for? Salvation. Not of my soul. I know I can never have that. Perhaps my heart. Or maybe of my spirit. Or is that the same as my soul? Either way, I wait.

Footsteps echo though the alley behind me. "Lindsey."

I turn and stare at him, back lit by the moon, all pale skin and dark shadows. "Angel."

"Why are you here?" He moves closer.

My breath hitches in my throat as I answer, "I'm waiting."

"For what?" The question is whispered in my ear, cold breath stirring my hair and sending chills down my spine.

"Salvation."

"You? No, I don't believe that. Damnation, maybe. Maybe they're the same for you."

"I'm waiting for salvation," I say again, stepping away from him.

He follows and I take a deep breath as his hands, cold, so cold, finds their way under the edge of my shirt. "W-what are you doing?"

"Saving you," he whispers as he pulls my t-shirt over my head.

"I don't want to be saved by you," I gasp, frightened to be so exposed to the vampire's gaze.

He begins to unfasten my jeans. "Then why aren't you leaving?"

"I was told to wait."

"Take them off," he commands, shrugging out of his duster and folding it neatly on the ground.

Numbly, I kick off my shoes and push my jeans and boxers down over my hips. After I get them off, I look over at him. He's watching me, his eyes unreadable, but I get the feeling that he's disappointed. "What?" I asked, when his gaze never leaves me, not even as he finishes undressing and stacking the clothes neatly on his duster.

"No fight," he takes a step closer, "no argument," another step, "nothing, Lindsey." He runs a hand down my arm. "And I have to wonder why."

"Well," I say, yanking my arm away from him, "let's see. We're in an alley with only one exit and you're a vampire. One who's about to rape me regardless of how I feel. So, I ask you, what would be the point?"

"Defend your honor?" offered the dark-haired vampire.

"Have I even got any anymore?" I ask quietly.

He stared at me with those unreadable eyes again, so I step around him and face one of the brick buildings. Bracing myself against the rough brick, I spread my legs. "Can we please just get this over with?"

He comes up behind me and rests his hands on my shoulders , before raking his fingernails down my back, hard. A whimper escapes my lips, and I feel his breath stir my hair as he chuckles.

"That's a little better," he says.

I feel a stir of air behind me, and manage to repress a shudder when I feel a finger running through the blood oozing down my back. A cold tongue laps at the spilled blood, tracing each of the ten grooves, on at a time. My body reacts to his touch agaist my will.

And then his lips are by my ear again. "How is it, Lindsey, that you can be so corrupt, and yet still taste like innocence?" A hand traces the line of my neck. "One would almost think..." His words trail off as I feel a finger run down my back, and farther down. He presses the finger, slick with my own blood, against me, not quite entering. It's and odd sensation, and I can't fight another whimper.

"A virgin," he says, and I can hear the surprise in his voice. "How can you possibly not have been claimed?"

"What are you talking about?" I ask, squirming a bit when he inserts the tip of his finger into my body. "It's a law firm, not a brothel.

The finger slides in all the way. "A claim means they can keep track of you at all times, regardless."

"Oh," I gasp as he pulls the finger almost all the way out and pushes back in with force. He sets a rhythmic thrusting as I fight my growing erection.

"Don't fight it, Lindsey," he breathes, reaching around and grasping my cock in his cold hand.

"Stop," I plead, "please, I don't..." My protest is cut off when I feel chill lips on my neck.

"Shh," he says, pumping my erection in time to his thrusts. He adds another finger, and I feel a burn as he resumes thrusting.

"Just relax and enjoy it. I want you to remember your first time forever."

I nearly sob when I hear those words, but I deserve it because I offered myself to him. I wonder where my salvation went. But all thoughts disappear when he pushes a third finger in and brushes directly across something, the pleasure eclipsing everything else.

I barely notice when he withdraws his fingers, but the blunt pressure of his large cock pressing against my hole sents a shudder through my body. Trembling, I dig my fingers into the wall and wait for the pain.

"Relax," he says, releasing my cock and stroking my back in an almost soothing manner.

Then the pressure increases and his cockhead enters my body. The pain seems almost unbearable as he slowly slides in. Shuddering again, I can't hold back a sob as he pulls completely out and thrusts back in, hard.

My fingers are bleeding from digging into the coarse bricks, and I focus on that as he slams into me again and again. Through the pain, I could feel myself relaxing. Teeth drag across the back of my neck, and I shiver.

His angle shifts and he hits that spot again. Sparks race across my now closed eyes, and I moan as pleasure course through my body, eclipsing the pain.

He begins pumping my erection again, the double assault draws me closer and closer to completion.

I feel a tingling start at my spine, I have never felt anything like this before. Then I am exploding, lights flashing before my eyes. "Angel," I moan, the feelings overcoming my senses.

"Whoever said I was Angel?" he whispers, plunging his teeth into my neck as he fills me with his cold seed. Fire runs through my veins as he empties my body of blood. Cold liquid in my mouth. Then, damnation.