Break me shake me hate me take me make me
Fake me break me shake me hate me take me
Break me
"Break Me Shake Me"
-Savage Garden-
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*~ The rain poured down around her, soaking her hair,
her clothes, everything. She couldn't quite bring
herelf to care. She was wet, tired, hungry, and so
cold her teeth were chattering. But that was the least
of the redhead's problems as she half-stumbled-half
ran through the dark LA streets.
*~ He was after her. She couldn't see him and she
couldn't hear him, but she could *feel* him. The fear
had faded, her mind and emotions going as numb as her
body. She'd been running so long, living in fear, for
so long that she was ready to quit, to give in.
*~ She tripped and fell, skinning her knees and
embedding something sharp into the flesh of her right
hand. A hoarse scream forced its way out of her abused
throat as the bottom half of the broken bottle broke
through the skin of one side and came out the other.
She sobbed hoarsely as this fresh pain overshadowed
everything else. She screamed again as her trembling
fingers gripped the glass and ripped it out of her
palm, dropping to sit on her ass in the puddling rain.
*~ She cradled the offending hand against her chest,
the blood hot as it poured into her thin t-shirt.
*~ "Oh, poor baby," a deep, velvet voice mocked from
the shadows. "Has she cut her little hand?"
*~ She'd thought she was numb. She'd thought she was
beyond the fear. She'd been lying to herself.
Everything had been hiding, waiting for the perfect
moment to grab her by the throat. Lacking the strength
to stand, she scuttled back, whimpering as her back
collided with the cold brick of the alley wall.
*~ He stepped out of the shadows and into the poor
light of the streetlight. He was just as soaked as she
was, his clothes hanging heavy on his large frame, the
water running down the pale handsomeness of his face.
But where she looked like a half-drowned kitten, he
looked almost obsenely perfect.
*~ He moved closer and knelt in front of her
trembling, terrified form, a smirk tainting the full
lines of his lips. She tried to back up further, but
she was as far as she could go.
*~ His already dark eyes darkened and she flinched,
thinking he was going to hurt her. His hand reached
out, cradling the side of her face almost gently and
his lips caressed hers in a butterfly light kiss. She
closed her eyes, her fear almost to great to bear,
afraid to believe that he wasn't just toying with her
like he had been for the last two days.
*~ "He loved you, you know," he whispered as he pulled
away, tucking a long lock of her red hair behind her
ear. She opened her eyes to stare unblinking at the
face of what had once been her lover. Her mouth
dropped in surprise. "With all of his damned soul." He
sneered even as his hand stroked her cheek almost
unconsciously.
*~ But I love you with all my demon," he continued
softly even as she flinched away from his touch.
*~ "S-should I b-be f-flattered?" she chattered
through gritted teeth when he didn't immediately
continue.
*~ His hand stilled, and her heart stopped. He threw
back his head and laughed, the sound of it chilling
her very soul. "That's why I love you, witch," he
said, amusement thick in his tone. "You amuse me. I'm
going to enjoy breaking you."
*~ "You s-son of a b-bitch," she growled suddenly,
white-hot anger chasing away the fog she'd been living
in. "Y-you c-can try y-you- your best, b-ut I-I'll
n-never b-break."
*~ "The spirit," he said almost reverently. "The
spirit in you is even brighter than the flame in your
hair.
*~ "F-fuck you," she spat, trying to make the vampire
angry enough to kill her. That was the only way out
that she could see. He laughed again, kissing her
suddenly, roughly, purposely grabbing her injured
hand, giving it a cruel twist. She screamed and he
swallowed it just like he swallowed her pain, riding
the waves of it like a drug. He pulled away, his
fingers caressing the viscious wound almost lovingly
as he smiled dreamily.
*~ She couldn't stop screaming. The pain overrode
everything, her vocal cords going on even as they left
her mind reeling. He brought her bloodied hand up to
his mouth and tasted the sweet blood, his tounge
running over the hole the glass had made, dipping into
the flesh as she screamed and automatically struck
out, tugging on her arm, trying to get away.
*~ He was immovable, a thing feeding on her warmth,
feeding on her pain as well as the blood. Finally,
when her voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper, he
pulled away, his human mask falling into place. "Kiss
me, lover," he said mockingly and latched his mouth to
hers, his tounge dipping into her mouth as he slammed
her head against the wall, once, twice, three times,
until the rough brick broke the skin there too. He
pulled away and she slumped forward, unconscious in
his arms.
*~ "As much as I love this game, lover, I would rather
have you willingly," he said, reaching down and
pulling her bloodied form into his arms. "And willing
you will be."
*~*~*~
Break me shake me hate me take me make me
Fake me break me shake me hate me take me
Break me
"Break Me Shake Me"
-Savage Garden-
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