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to me unto death."
"I'll kill you for this."
"You won't Raphael because I let her live this
time. If you come with
me now, she will live a perfectly boring life and
die a mortal death again.
Except this time, old age will claim her. If you
love her, you'll let her live."
His fists clenched at his sides, the anger boiling
over. "I do love her
and the only way she'll live is if I kill you," he
warned.
Zakara's mouth opened to reveal a row of
deadly sharp teeth, her
tongue running over the tips of her fangs. "You
don't want to kill me,
Raphael. I promise that if you come with me
now, the past will be forgotten
and you will take your rightful place at my side as
the King of all
Vampires," she offered, her long fingernails
scraping the side of his face.
"You see, I'm a forgiving woman. I've forgiven
you for running away, for
taking five of the coven with you. Hell, I've even
forgiven you for tearing
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apart my father's grimoire and using the sun
spell. But I can only forgive so
much. So you see, it would in your best interest,
as well as the interest of the
fat toad, to come with me."
He was incredulous. "You forgiving. Has your
father's dominion
frozen over yet."
"Your smart ass remarks will get you nowhere,
Raphael." She looked
at her claw-like nails and sighed deeply. "This
conversation is beginning to
bore me. Come, gather your things and let us be
on our way."
'm not coming back to you, Zakara," he
snapped. "Nothing you can
do will make that happen again."
"Are you certain." she purred in his ear, her
grotesque tongue
scraping against his flesh.
"Never more certain in my life."
"Tsk, tsk," she said, pulling away from him. "You
shouldn't have said
that, Raphael. Now you've presented me with a
challenge that I must
accept."
"That challenge was laid down centuries ago,
Zakara. It's taken this
long for you to accept it." He knew the mocking
tone of his voice irritated
her, especially when he implied that she was
slow to take action. "Honestly,
I thought you were much smarter than that."
"Ugh!" she cried, scratching his face and leaving
long trails of welts.
He removed them quickly. "I see you've learned
some of my tricks," she said
with a satisfied grin.
"I've learned nothing from you, Zakara, and I
never will. Get out of
here before I really turn angry."
"You have not seen the last of me," she hissed
as thick wisps of smoke
filled the room, swirling around in a giant
column. As quickly as it had
appeared, it disintegrated, taking Zakara and her
devilish minions with her.
Raphael took a deep breath and brushed stray
black hair out of his
eyes. Why hadn't he seen this coming.
He leaned heavily against the wall, banging his
fist against the old
plaster lightly. The careful work he had done to
gain Elizabeth's trust was
shattered, much like a fragile wall. Now he had
to start all over again.
Raphael stood up, his rage taking over. Zakara
had to be stopped and
soon, or else all would be lost again.
He stormed out of the house and jumped into
the Jag, gunning the
engine. There were only two people on earth
who could help him and
thankfully, they were only miles away.
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* * * *
"Class dismissed," she said glumly as the six
o'clock class drew to a
close. Chairs rattled as the students got up and
put their books in bags and
left the room.
Once the room was clear, Liz slumped in her
chair behind her desk,
her hands lying against the cold metal top. The
class tonight had been
horrible but her heart wasn't in it tonight. It still
lay shattered on the floor of
Raphael's house where his 'gift' was. How could
he do something like that to
her.
"Thank goodness, you're here," he said from the
doorway.
"Well, I was just leaving Professor Chamberlin,"
she said as she
quickly picked up her bag and purse. "Please go
amuse yourself at someone
else's expense."
He blocked her exit with a thick arm. "You're not
leaving here until I
talk to you."
She felt the sting of shame strike her, causing
her eyes to fill with
tears. "I don't want to ever see you again,
Raphael. What you've done to
me...."
"I need to explain," he protested as he pushed
her back into the room
and closed the door, locking it securely behind
him.
She heard the snick of the latch fall into place
and felt panic rise in
her. "What are you doing."
"Making sure that you hear me and don't run off
into the night."
Liz backed up, her heart beating in that terrible
rhythm that only fear
provoked. "No, Raphael, your wife gave me the
entire charming story," she
cried, "There's nothing left to tell."
He closed the distance between them, forcing
her to retreat, her fitted
skirt restricting her movement. "That's where
you're wrong, Elizabeth. There
is plenty left to tell."
She turned away and bent over the desk,
gripping the sides with both
hands. "Just go away, Raphael, and we'll forget
this ever happened."
His hands were immediately on her hips and
she felt him press against
her ass and part her cheeks slightly, his hard-on
evident. "Can you forget
that incredible night. I know I haven't forgotten
because that was the most
precious gift that anyone has ever given me."
Before she could answer, his expert hands
came around and cupped
her breasts with a gentle pressure, her nipples
beneath the cotton ready to
burst. "Please ... Raphael...."
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"So that's what you want me to do, please you. I
can do that but only
if you listen to me. Is that a fair trade."
Liz remained quiet for a moment as his hands
slipped beneath her
blouse and bra, his fingers toying with her
already hardened nipples.
"You ... have ... exactly ... five ... minutes ... to
explain," she gasped as
the pressure increased.
He said nothing as he flipped her around and
picked her up, plopping
her ass on the cold metal table. Raphael pulled
her to his taut body and
pushed between her rigid legs, holding her tight
and grinding against her in
order to inflame her senses. "Oh, I don't think I'll
need that long," he
murmured as he stared into her eyes. "I've only
been married once and that
was two hundred and forty years ago," he
confessed, " to you."
"You've no proof," she gasped as his erection
pressed against her
nether lips, making her wet with anticipation.
"Just as you've never proven
to me that you're a vampire."
"Then let me show you."
Fear mounted to new heights as she watched
his eyes become red and
glow hellishly. Fangs, sharp and lethal,
descended from his mouth,
glistening wet. "Is this enough for you."
"No!" she screamed, wildly trying to free herself
from his grasp, her
frantic voice ringing throughout the empty room.
Surely someone would
hear her and come to her aid!
Raphael's hand swept over her face like a dark
shadow, instantly
calming her fears. "There will be no more of that,
Elizabeth. You should
never be afraid of me or fear anything while you
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