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SO I JUST DISCOVERED THAT I DO, IN FACT, HAVE MICROSOFT WORD ON MY COMPUTER! I FEEL RETARDED BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW THIS! SO LET’S MOVE DIRECTLY THE FUCK ON, SHALL WE?!
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It was late. Late enough to be early, even. Rhode didn’t particularly care about the time, though, all she cared about was that Allen and his stupid watchdog were asleep. And they needed to be really deep asleep for what she was planning; the death of Allen Walker.
She would make it quick. Get in, stab him in the throat, get out. No one wakes up, no one sees what happens until its far too late. And he can’t make a sound. Granted, there were more fun ways to kill someone but she was just tired of the whole ordeal. And she knew that if she took her time, she’d end up changing her mind.
There were a few things to consider. How tall the Black Order headquarters was, where Allen was located, the noise made by her door appearing and opening, the guardian, far too many things that kept her from appearing through almost any means.
Almost.
At approximately 3:21 in the morning, Rhode used the ark to appear at the foot of Allen’s bed.
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Blood
Chapter 5
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Fortunately for Rhode, neither the young exorcist nor the inspector woke from their slumber upon her entrance. But this wasn’t the first thing to come to the eldest Noah’s attention. No, in fact, the first thing she noticed was that Allen’s floor was really, really cold.
Indeed, Rhode had come on this mission barefoot. Stealth was key and her shoes on Allen’s floor would have caused too much sound for her tastes. She had come in a simple nightgown, white, and hanging down just above her knees. She was being careful, very careful, even to the point of not even wanting to make the sound of cloth on cloth. Nothing was going to ruin this. Nothing.
She quietly tiptoed to the head of his bed, making double sure not to step on or near Link and his futon. It was only a few steps but it felt like miles for her. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt herself starting to breathe a little heavier. Doubts were starting to well in her mind. She was taking too long. A sharpened candle appeared in her hand as she came ever closer to Allen.
When she had reached her destination, she pulled the covers off of his body and gasped. Allen’s torso lay bare before her and she couldn’t help but internally swoon. She hadn’t seen the way that his arm was connected to the rest of his body before. To her, it looked beautiful, a juxtaposition of red and white that seemed to fit together so perfectly.
His body also enraptured her. Years of workouts and a high-speed metabolism had left him with a body that was strong but not excessively muscular. Fit, not bulky. Perfect. And with arms that she just wanted to fall asleep in as they held her close while Allen whispered sweet…
Rhode almost slapped herself again. It was now or never. If she didn’t kill him right this second, she would never be able to again. She raised the candle high above her head and brought it down as hard as she could.
But the candle never finished coming down. It stopped just short of Allen’s neck. His Adam’s apple moved slightly below the metallic candle, just barely scraping the point. It was enough to cut the skin but not enough to wake up the sleeping exorcist nor damage him. But it left what Rhode had so craved upon the weapon: his blood.
Rhode noticed this and slowly brought the tip of the candle towards her mouth. Quivering, her tongue slowly extended from her mouth as she licked the few droplets of blood from the spike. The metallic taste was heavenly to her. What she had wanted for so long was finally hers, even if it was so very little of the fluid of life. She needed more. She couldn’t go without it a second longer.
Slowly and carefully, she climbed onto Allen’s bed and sat on Allen’s stomach, her legs on either side of him. The candle vanished as she slowly lowered herself down and ran her tongue over the wound she had made. She heard Allen make a slight groan in his sleep. Rhode felt almost giddy that she could cause him to make noises like that. She wanted to hear it again. She ran her tongue over the wound and lapped up more of the blood as Allen let out yet another groan. God, she loved that noise. She loved him.
And that’s when she realized it. The moment had passed. Rhode could not kill Allen Walker.
At that particular moment, she didn’t really care as she lightly straddled her hips on Allen’s stomach while still licking away at his neck. The wound had already clotted by now but Rhode didn’t care. She didn’t want Allen’s blood right now, she wanted Allen. And even if he was asleep, even if he wasn’t even aware of it, even if he’d never find out, right now, he was hers. All hers. No one else’s.
Rhode started to get more bold, Allen’s light groans encouraging her to continue. She lightly caressed his arms while leaving a tiny trail of bites from the wound up to his ear, suckling lightly on his earlobe. She couldn’t resist anymore. Allen’s slightly open mouth had tempted her far too long. Her heart practically stopped as she moved her head over and pressed her mouth to his. She gripped his shoulders lightly as she dipped her tongue into his open mouth and explored.
She was brief, though. She wanted to taste him, not wake him in the process. But by god, he must have been a heavy sleeper if she could do all this and get away with it.
Thing is…
She didn’t.
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First chapter written in Word. Fuck yes. More coming soon. Raunchier stuff will be found on other writing sites.
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