"Well," Diane said, running a finger down the slope of her nose, "I'm tired as heck. It's been one wild night and I'm funned out! I think I'll head off to bed. Night guys, hope ya sort everything out," she said, giving Alexander a pat on the back and Ray a hug before climbing the stairs to her room.

"Bah, thank you Diane for leaving me with the children!" Alucard called, crossing his arms.

"No prob!" was his response.

He shook his head and started walking away from them. "Well, I for one am not sticking around the two of you this night. I'll find something to do in my chambers. I refuse to be brought in to your verbal battles anymore. I find it terribly annoying at times. Good night," he said, sliding through a wall.

The blonde paladin and raven-haired punk stood alone together in the large den. Silence engulfed them making them feel suffocated and awkward. Ray glanced at the arrogant man in front of her and snorted. She turned on her heel and stalked away from him.

"Where are you going?" he called after her. Ray turned slightly, her hand going to her hip, which gave her the prissy impression.

"I'm going to bed cause I hate you and I refuse to look at your scarred, ugly face anymore. You give me nightmares! Hmph!" She turned around and disappeared down the hall. Alexander watched her then used his middle finger to push his glasses up his nose.

"Blasted females," he growled and walked to his own room.

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"NO! NONONONO!!!" Ray cried out as she tossed and turned about in her bed. The door flung open and Alexander leaped into the room, his deadly machetes in his grasps. He spun around, trying to find the danger, but when he found nothing but a dark room he turned to the bed.

Ray was wound tightly in her sheets as she thrashed her head and arms around, screaming "no". He placed his weapons on the dresser as he advanced the bed. He sat down and held her arms firmly in his grasps so as not to get hit.

"Shh, shh quite now," he whispered as he tried to loosen the sheets around her body. Gradually Ray calmed down, but when he got up to leave, her body tensed and she moaned as if in pain. So he sat back down and watched her for a bit.

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"NO!" Ray bolted upright, her arms going out and hands grasping at whatever was there. She caught two fistfuls of a soft clothing material and she jerked it to her, burying her face into it as she cried and babbled on and on about how she wasn't a killer.

Long, strong arms slowly came around her and pulled her closer. A hand caressed her hair as soothing words of God tuned out her dream's evil ones. After what seemed like hours of just sitting there, tears all gone, Ray became acutely aware of her surroundings.

She was still in her room. Still in her bed. It was still nighttime and it was still quiet. The only thing that was out of place was the masculine form she was pressed up against. Strong arms were wrapped tightly around her and her hands were grasping a silky robe.

She slowly leaned back and tilted her head up. Piercing green eyes behind glasses met hers and she gasped in shock and outrage. She shoved the man back and quickly gathered the sheets to her chest.

"What the hell, man?! Pervert! What are you doing in my damn room?!" she shouted accusingly. Alexander sneered and straightened out his clothes.

"I'm not a pervert. I came in here when I heard you screaming. I was going to leave after that, but I took the time and care to soothe you. It's nice to know that I don't need to come back." He stood up and grabbed his huge knives.

Ray gapped at that as he neared the door. She bit her lip before calling out, "Wait!" He paused at the door. "I-I didn't mean to accuse you of anything. I apologize." He stood there for a second more then turned down the hall.

Ray sat there in the large bed; the sheets still clutched to her chest. Her eyes wondered around her darkened room warily, jumping at each tiny sound the house made. Becoming paranoid and frightened, she quickly jumped out of bed and ran out, not wanting to be alone in the dark.

"Wait!" she hissed, not wanting to wake anybody up.

The blonde man rolled his eyes upward and sighed, his shoulders slumping. He stopped in front of the den window and turned slightly to glare. Instead though, when she stepped into the moonlight that seeped through the window and onto the wooden floor, Alexander bowed his head slightly, his glasses sliding down his nose as he stared.

Ray stood there, shivering slightly from the cold. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her as she looked nervously around her, as if she believed something would jump out from the shadows and steal her away. Well, it could happen if you have a vampire that can turn into a shadow living just below your feet.

He mused at that while he looked her up and down. She wore skimpy black shorts, showing off slender legs and thighs. Her top was no more than a large gray T-shirt, but it didn't hide the rather large, round breasts pushing out from beneath it. Hair as black as sin tumbled messily over her shoulders, the ends dyed crimson a lighter shade in the light and her deep brown eyes rested on him.

"Hey, Alex, you sleep in your clothes or somethin'?" Ray asked, looking him and down before smiling up at him. Tall, handsome, and obviously very fit, she couldn't help but ogle the poor man.

What girl in her right mind wouldn't? He had rich blonde hair clipped short and unkempt, deep green eyes that seemed to pierce her soul every time they locked gazes. Only this time they shifted slightly from what she could only figure as nervousness. Why he was nervous she didn't know. He had a slight beard, which looked pretty well on him, and that scar running from his cheek to his jaw, which also looked unusually good on him.

He swallowed hard re rre replying.

"No, I was undressing until I heard you. I was tempted to just leave you be, but I knew that I wouldn't get any rest if I did."

"Uh huh," she said, some what distracted as she continued to eye him up and down. He glanced over his shoulder for no reason, just something to avert his gaze.

"So, uh, why do you hate Alucard so much? Did he, like, try to bite you?" she said, trying to spark up a conversation.

"He's unclean; the damned. He must be destroyed along with other devil's creations," he said darkly. Ray looked around her before turning slightly back to him, her gaze becoming sly and mischievous. She slowly walked over to him and stood very close, making him tense visibly.

"And how come you haven't succeeded?" she asked.

"He's proven to be . . . ah, more of a challenge than I had expected," he mumbled as she ran a finger up his arm and across his chest until she stopped on the silver cross that dangled to his mid-section.

He watched as she caressed it lovingly with small, slender fingers. Images of him replacing the cross made him inhale sharply and grab her tiny wrist. He dragged it away from him, but the images wouldn't cease to torment him.

He found vivid pictures of him lying bare on the floor with Ray straddling his stomach, her hands sliding over his body with that annoyingly sexy smirk on her lips. The scene changed and where her hands had traced a path on him her lips began to retrace. His neck to his collarbone, his chest, his stomach, his navel, and lower . . . lower . . .

Alexander gasped in outrage and leaped away from the small woman. He glared evilly at her, as if she were one of the unclean as well. Ray glared right back before backing up a few steps and plopping down on the couch.

"Why do you always look at me like that?" she growled, crossing her arms angrily.

"In what way do I look at you?" he asked, his gaze never wavering.

"Like I'm the devil himself or something. Do you not like women or something? Oh wait, I forgot, you're a priest. Still doesn't give you have the right to obviously hate me."

"In a way, you are the devil. A she-devil, that is. And I am a priest, but I don't hate women," he said, then smirked as he added, "just you in a particular." Ray twitched as she bore her teeth.

"Alright! That is it! C'mere jerkoff. I'm gunna kick your holy ass around this room until you scream for my mercy 'cause in this house God won't answer your cries!" Catching him in the midst of shock, Ray flung herself onto him, knocking them both to the floor.

They rolled around the room, knocking things from tables and making lots of noise. Ray, having had enough of the man's arrogance and sexism throughout the mere weeks they had known each other, punched and clawed at Alexander with all the rage that drove her on. But of course he just healed right back, which made her ever more angry.

Alexander, on the other hand, tried his best not to fight back but only block most of the heavy blows to his face. He grabbed each wrist and held them firmly out and away from them. Ray suddenly stopped fighting and began struggling to free herself.

"Damnit, let go!" she yelled, jerking this way and that, trying to release her arms. He only glared at her as he lay there. Only when Ray had stopped everything to take a breather, did he relax. But not enough to loosen the tight grip he had on her wrists.

"Are you through?" he asked, one golden eyebrow raised. Her bosom rose and fell as she breathed heavily from anger and exhaustion. What he noticed then was the all too suggesting position they were in. Ray was straddling his hips and he was lying beneath her, her small bottom pressed deliciously hard against his crotch.

His breath lodged in his throat and his body went stiff when she began moving again. She had no cursed idea what she was doing to him when her bottom moved back and forth over his crotch. His grip tightened as sinister desire turned his blood hot and thick.

"Och, enough," he ground out between clenched teeth. She stopped long enough to glare down at him. His heated gaze locked with hers and she suddenly felt a melting sensation wreak havoc on her body.

Suddenly she was thrown from him and she watched in shock as he retreated down the hall. The slng ong of a door was the only thing she heard followed by silence.

Ray sat there, confused and feeling rather warm. She had never seen him look at her that way before and it made her smile inside. Anderson was one tough cookie, in her opinion of course.

Always going against what she had to say or what she did. Never showing any emotion toward her except anger or annoyance.

But, oh she knew that look all too well. She received it many times while on the dance floor or on the sidewalks. She began to revel in that certain feel of him when he had hardened under her. A blush rose to her cheeks when she figured a reasonable sized estimate of him. A very large estimate.

"Good God, why did he have to be a priest? Jeesh," she said, fanning herself with her hand as her blood heated at the thought of him standing before her in nothing but his birth day suit. The man was sin to the core and he didn't even know it.

He paced around his room while reciting random pages from the bible under his breath. Every now and then he would stop and just stand there, eyes closed tightly and fists clenched at his sides. He leaned his head back and opened his eyes slowly. He stared at the ceiling for a long time, the feel of the feminine weight he had had sitting on him haunted him and kept him hard and throbbing.

"Dear God," he whispered and walked to his bed and sat down. "I've gone on far too long since I had indulged in such sinning . . . " He placed his head in his head and let out a long, suffering moan.

Suddenly there was a knock at his door. He looked up and glared at it. When the knoc per persisted, he got up and stalked toward it and swung it open. His eyes widened slightly and he fought the urge to slam the door in Ray's face.

"What?" he growled, suddenly very uneasy around her.

"I wanted to apologize for hitting you back there," she said, her soft eyes locked with his cold ones.

"If you know you're going to apologize after your actions then maybe you shouldn't do it-" Soft, full lips pressed against his, snatching his words from his mouth. The kiss was gentle and slightly longer than he had expected. It brought every nerve ending to attention and when she pulled away, he nearly gave into the urge to pull her into his arms.

"Well, uh, night Alex," she said, turning away. Out of instinct of not wanting prey to escape, Alexander reached out and grasped her by the arm. She instantly looked back at him curiously.

Her lips formed an "o" of surprise. It was too tempting to ignore, especially for him when he had already formed a small protective and jealous streak toward any man who touched her. Of course, he hid it very well.

He bent down and pressed his mouth against hers. He heard her swift intake of air, felt her tense then relax and lean into him. Her hands wrapped themselves tightly around the large cross as she leaned into his heated kiss, responding immediately.

He inhaled sharply, bending her back over his arms, deepening the kiss. She only gripped the cross harder, but let go with one hand and brought it up to slide it through his hair to the back of his head.

He pressed her against the wall, running one hand along her arm while keeping the other looped around her waist, preventing any escape she would have. If she really needed one. She was the one rubbing her body against his and making him slightly dazed with dark desire. She was truly wanton. But then again, so was he.

"No wait," she said breathlessly, turning her head away and pulling away from him. He stopped and looked at her. She stared back at him witust ust and innocence shng ing in her eyes.

"What?" he asked, his voice rough from the husky note of desire. He was breathing hard as he tried to take some type of control over his raging body.

"We can't do this," she admitted. He didn't know if he wanted to die then or beat the living shit out of someone. Alucard would have sufficed. But if he really looked past the passion blinding his actions, he knew she was right.

He pulled his arms away from her and took a step back. "Your right," he murmured. They just stood there, looking at each other now and then, longing sparking in the depths of their eyes. Silence fell upon them, heavy and uncomfortable. Then their eyes locked and they gazed at each other.

Ray was shoved up against her bedroom door as Alexander kissed her fervently. Her long legs were wrapped around his narrow waist, locking at the ankles. His hands were cupping her bottom to hold her up. Her hands were ran up and down his chest and inside the collar of his robe to massage his neck and shoulders.

"Wait," he hissed, pulling back. "I'm a priest! I shouldn't be doing this!" Ray looked like she was about to slap him. Instead, she crushed her lips against his then breathed, "You can confess your sins or cross your or whatever you do later."

As they kissed hungrily, like starved animals, Ray reached behind her and turned the doorknob. Alexander pushed them inside and kicked the door shut with is foot, then tipped them both over onto the large bed. Ray gasped for air as he trailed wet, hot kissed along the column of her throat.

"You better not be a vampire," she joked, bringing her hands up to slid through his short, soft hair. He growled against her throat and nipped it playfully, telling her that it wasn't wise to put him and "vampire" in the same sentence.

"I'm not, but I can be just as dangerous," he said, lifting his head and she found him smirking. She rolled her eyes and grabbed his spectacles and slid them from his face. By George he was handsome, with or without glasses.

"You're one arrogant man," she said and grinned back. He blinked a few times from the sudden lack of focus then glared down at her.

He took the glasses from her hand and tossed them onto the nightstand then returned his attention to her. His emerald eyes roamed the feminine form beneath his and his hands followed soon after.

He slid his hands under her shirt and rubbed her firm belly, making her shift around. "Take the gloves off," she whispered. He quickly obeyed, yanking one off with his teeth then the other.

His hands were hot against barebare skin. She didn't know if it was just from wearing the gloves or a reaction to their make-out session. Either way it brought small noises out of her when he massaged and smoothed her flesh.

It began to get hot for Ray. A bit, too, hot. She sat up and slowly, shyly, pulled off her shirt. She tossed it over the bed and lied back down. Alexander's eyes darkened when they settled on her bare breasts. Her nipples hardened in response under his heated gaze.

He leaned forward and captured her lips in a soft kiss as he slid his hands up her sides and around to the front, cupping each lush mound. A soft moan was wrung from her lips when he thumbed each taunt nipple.

Her body arched into his and she felt his thickness against her thigh. This action made him grunt and his breath quicken more. He kissed, nipped, and licked a path along her throat, collarbone and stopped at her chest.

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Ray ground her hips against his as he sucked on one breast and massaged the other. His tongue swirled around the hardened nipple, then repeating the game to the other, ravishing them.<

"Alex," she groaned, holding his head to her, trapping him. One hand slid down her body and grasped one thigh and started stroking it. He ground his crotch against hers, wanting to hear more of her soft mewling noises.

"You're lovely," he breathed, meaning it, and lifted his head to look at her flushed face.

"Oh, I bet you say that to everyone," she teased. He was about to say something rather insulting when he was tossed onto his back. Ray rolled on top of him and straddled his stomach.

"Well, Father, you don't look half bad yourself," she mumbled, distracted at the task of opening his robe. He sat up and helped her the best he could. In the end the cross was the only thing left on his upper-torso. Ray, itching to run her hands over his rock-hard body, leaned down and kissed him.

He immediately shoved both hands into her hair, holding her against her will as he returned the kiss with unleashed passion. Her hands ran freely over his body. He was hot. Everywhere she touched she found heated skin, making her wonder if he was burning up. To Alexander, he was.

Especially when she slid back some to trace the faint etchings of the muscles of his hard belly. She leaned forward and took the large cross into her hands, rubbing the smooth, polished surface before bringing it over his head and to her.

Unlike the undoubtedly masculine body pi dow down between her legs, the cross was rather cold to the touch. She eyed it, before raising an eyebrow. She laid it flat on his stomach and was reward by a gasp and a clenching of muscles.

"I hope," she said, sliding the silver piece around his body slowly, "you know what the word 'kinky' means, Father Anderson." She slid a hand behind her and brushed it over the bulge in his pants, all the while staring into his eyes as she kept running the cool cross over his heated flesh.

Alexander twitched and moaned, tossing his head to the side as she caressed him through the thick materif hif his pants. One hand latched onto her slim waist and the other stroked her side up and down. He brought the back of his hand across the front, brushing her all too sensitive nipples.

"I know the, ah,m fom for the word," he rasped, feeling her fingers nimbly working at the fastening of his trousers. She only got the fly undone before slipping her hand inside. His teeth clamped together as pleasure rode him hard, bordering almost to the point of pain, when her slender fingers curled around his swollen shaft and gave a few lazy strokes.

"You're obviously, ah, not a virgin," he grumbled, head turned to the side and hands gripping harder at her waist. Ray snickered softly, causing him open an eye and turn his head to look at her more fully.

"On the contrary. I am a virgin," she stated. Needless to say, he was very surprised. He jerked her hand from his pants and flipped her onto her back. He lay beside her and kissed her as she fingered the scar running along the left side of his face.

"You make me wonder," he mumbled against her throat, sucking and nipping on it as if he were one of the damned. His trailed his right hand down her soft body to her shorts.

"I've had a few . . . er, demanding boyfriends in the past, so I had a few lessons along the way. So yeah I- ah!" She gasped when a one of his large hand slid beneath the waistband of her panties and between her thighs. He rubbed and stroked her before inserting a single finger. Ray let out a hoarse cry and arched her back.

Inserting another finger, the green-eyed priest stroked her slowly and lazily, smirking devilishly as she squirmed about in intense pleasure and sexual frustration. Before she could feel her release though, he removed his hand and sat up, his back to her.

Ray fought the urge to hit him being so cruel as to leave her aching like that, but then she heard the soft thump of his boots hitting the floor. He stood up, his finely sculpted back still facing her. He pushed off his pants and turned slightly to her.

"Ye ain't a priest," she said, imitating some old english with a smile, "Ye a handsome rouge instead, out to steal me away!"

"Aye," he said, bowing his head some and smirked before slipping back onto the bed. "But ye are a wanton lass out to sin me and use me, nay?" He pushed her removed what material was left on her body and tossed them over the side of the bed. He tossed the light sheets over their lower bodies and placed himself above her.

"Nay," she breathed when he eased her legs apart with a knee, "I just want you."

"You can have me then, but God won't forgive me . . ." Her arms circled his neck and she glared at him.

"God can bite me," she said and crushed her lips against his. He moaned against her mouth and shoved himself forward, ripping through innocence without so much as a care. He heard a gasp and then felt pain as her nails dug deep into his back.

She pulled back sharply and glared at him.

"Watch what you say around me about our Lord and Almighty," he hissed.

"Fucking bastard," she hissed back, pain replacing the rage in her chocolate brown eyes. He kissed her softly and muttered an apology and told her to try to relax. She lied back down and he began a smooth, gentle ride.

"Alex," she breathed, eyes glazed with passion. He groaned and tossed his head back, his thrusts coming harder and quicker. He leaned down and pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. She almost screamed when felt her release.

But he didn't stop. He kept pumping harder into her, suckling her breast as his hands lifted her hips to meet his rough thrusts. She felt the pressure building in her lower belly once again and she bit down on the cross to muffle her cries.

Alexander brought his head up and clamped down on the cross as well. Suddenly, he buried himself deeply a couple more times before becoming rigid, spilling his hot seed into her. The cross was forgotten as he tossed his head back and cried out her name in utter ecstasy.

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Morning light spilled in from the window and onto the two forms sleeping peacefully together. Ray snuggled deeper against Alexander's chest, smiling. The silver cross was clutched in her hands and pressed tly tly between their naked bodies.

When the light reached her face, Ray wrinkled her nose before being roused from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around. Strong, muscular arms held her close to the priest resting beside her.

A smile etched onto her lips and she leaned up and nibbled his chin. He's face scrunched up and he buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. She giggled and nipped his chest, startling him.

"Can't leave me at peace even after last night, can you?" he grumbled, his voice thick with sleep. She laughed and kissed him lightly before pushing out of his warm embrace.

"I'm sore," she complained as she slid from the bed. She looked over her shoulder to find him lying on his side, watching her. The sheets covered his hips and the rest down, but everything above was exposed.

His eyes were light and distant, still half asleep no doubt, but he watched her every move nevertheless. He chuckled and ran a finger along the slope of his nose.

"Are you now? Why don't you come back over so I can soothe your soreness then, eh?"

"Yeah right," Ray said, grinning. She turned and walked into the bathroom across the room and closed the door to give her some privacy.

Alexander sighed and fell flat on his back. He looked over to the nightstand then reached out and grabbed his glasses. When he slipped them on and looked around the room, he saw Diane, donned in a robe tied tightly around her body, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe.

He froze. He opened his mouth to explain, but she held up her hand, smiling wickedly.

"No need. The stain on those sheets and the clothes littering the room is enough evidence of what happened last night. You do know that when Alucard notices the change here, he won't let you live it down, right?"

He gapped at that and his face crumpled to a look of dismay and disbelief. Instead of answering, he grabbed the pillow behind him, lifted it up, lied down and slammed it over his face. Diane laughed and shook her head.

"May God have mercy on your soul," Diane said and closed the door behind her as she left.

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I liked how it started, but then it just started to suck -.- sorry guys. BTW, in my fic "A Fallen Vampire" it says AxOC, but I'm changing it up so that it is also an AndersonxOC, jus like you read. ^^