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He nodded, "Exactly how I feel."

She smiled and walked up to the castle door
where Henry stood smiling at her.

His skin crawled as he saw Henry.

"I will have Aimee text you as soon as possible
with the answers you're looking for."

Hanna looked back and stopped, "I don’t want to
be here."

His charms had worn off her completely somehow.
He ran up to her side, "You do." He felt sick as he looked her in
the eyes and compelled her completely, "You want to help Giselle."
He gulped, "You love Marcus."

She nodded weakly, "Okay."

He walked her directly to Henry who smiled with
his lips, but threatened Aleks with his eyes. As Henry took her
arm, Aleks stepped back gingerly.

"I'll see you soon Hanna."

She nodded, "I love Marcus."

He was gone before Henry could get his greasy
hands on him. He was back at Lydia's standing beside Giselle's bed.
He was happy she was asleep.

"Hey."

He turned to see Aimee, he noticed his heart
still didn’t hurt seeing her. He smiled and pulled the paper from
his jeans pocket, "Here Hanna needs you to find out what this all
means."

Aimee took it and nodded, "Wow this is advanced.
Where is she?"

He looked down, he was ashamed of himself, "I
traded her."

Aimee took a step back, she looked horrified,
"What?"

He nodded, "Marcus would save Giselle if Hanna
would come back to him."

"Did she want to go back?"

He licked his lips shaking his head, "No."

Aimee closed her eyes, "You made her go back to
him? Did you know Sam is madly in love with her?"

"I didn’t know, I suspected. She mentioned
something about him but I thought it was the Nephilim thing."

Aimee sighed, "No madly in love. He's known her
forever. Loved her forever."

He looked back at Giselle and nodded "This is
all my fault. She wouldn’t be dying if it weren’t for me. I had to
do something. We will get Hanna back after the deal."

"What if he hurts Hanna?"

Aleks shook his head, "He believes he loves her.
I could tell. He wont hurt her. I've known him a long time." He
couldn’t help feel a sickening guilt inside of himself.

Aimee cringed, "Dracula has never been known for
loving his women nicely. You've sent her back to him knowing he
believes he loves her. He always loves everyone to death. How do
you think he ended up the way he did?"

Aleks felt his anger rising, "Aimee I was there,
I know what he did. He was my friend back then. I made a choice, it
was the right choice. It was the only choice. I gave Giselle my
friend Mike's blood the other day, she didn’t even wake up. The
blood of a regular vampire isn’t healing her. She will never
survive the change without Marcus's blood."

Aimee looked hostile, "You better pray Hanna
lives through this, and not just survives but comes out of it
unharmed in anyway."

"Don’t threaten me Aimee. I'm doing my
best."

She snorted, "Your best has always been a little
lacking."

He seethed, "Fuck you Aimee."

Chapter Twenty-Four: Beauty and the
Beast

Hanna

The warm air took her happiness with it. She
looked up instantly seeing the castle entryway and Henry.

"I don’t want to be here." She remembered Aleks
telling her she loved Marcus. He had made her mind fuzzy. The
feelings were gone and in their place her dislike for Marcus
returned.

"My love you came back." She saw Marcus walking
toward her.

She shivered at the sight of him with his open
arms. She imagined what the girl looked like who had been in his
arms before. She felt her skin start to crawl and twitch.

She looked at Henry standing beside the door,
guarding it. She knew she couldn't make a run for it without
serious injuries. He wore a bowler hat, he was trouble. He'd throw
it at her and cut her in half just like on James Bond.

She looked at Marcus then walked around him. She
could smell him as she passed by him, she could feel her body react
to his smell. She ignored it and walked away.

"Hanna, love it. Please lets talk."

"I'll be in my room. Unless of course it's not
my room anymore because you’ve started moving your harem in."

He chuckled, "Hanna. Be reasonable. I have to
eat."

"I don’t want to hear you dirty stories Marcus.
Keep them to yourself." She felt her body trying to change, but she
was too tired to change. She fought it, thinking how peaceful it
would be to cry in her pillow instead. Aleks had betrayed her and
Marcus had lied to her. She shook her head, he hadn’t even lied. He
never told her he was hers, he never made it seem as if they were
together. He had said she was his. It wasn’t a relationship but
rather an ownership. She hated him. He played with her like she was
there for his entertainment. She knew exactly what she meant to
him, she was no different than any other girl.

The more she thought the angrier she got. Her
feet made angry sounds on the floor.

She could hear him pursuing her. He called after
her, not getting too close, "Hanna, please just let me explain. I
didn’t do anything I swear. I was just feeding. I removed my shirt
so I wouldn’t ruin it. Sometimes people bleed more than you're
prepared for and it's hard to get those stains out."

She walked into her room and slammed the door
shut.

She lay on her bed and cried. She made certain
she was extra loud. She hated him. She hated the castle and Henry.
Well maybe not Henry and the castle but she refused to be
reasonable.

****

She woke to darkness filling the room. She could
smell him, he'd been in the room. She looked down at her clothes,
seeing fuzzy fleece pajamas.

She growled. He had changed her clothes while
she had slept.

She walked to the massive window. The night was
beautiful. The garden seemed magical under the moonlight. She could
see the small plants and trees swaying softly in the late fall
breeze. Winter would be there soon. She wondered if he would let
her go home for Christmas. The thought stopped in her mind, home.
She wondered how the Tudor looked at Christmas. She thought about
Roland there all alone. Tears trickled down her cheeks.

She never should have left, her father had been
right. Roland was the only person who cared for her. She knew going
back to the Tudor meant dealing with her father's death and
Rebecca's. She had let her new life swallow her whole instead of
dealing with the old problems. She knew eventually they would need
to be dealt with. Her heart felt like it was missing something.

"Please stop crying. I can't take it. Your
broken heart is killing me." He was at her door.

She turned to see him standing in the entrance.
The muted light of the rooms down the hall gave him an eerie shadow
on her floor.

He took up the entire entryway, leaning against
the frame with only his silhouette to be seen.

"Get out." She spoke softly, but her anger was
more than evident.

"Hanna I swear to you nothing happened."

"Why would I care if it did? You're a monster.
Get out of my room or let me go home."

He reached in closing the door, leaving her
alone in the blackness of the night.

She turned her back to the door, looking out the
window again.

Suddenly she felt his breath on her neck, "I
know you care." He whispered onto the nape of her neck.

His hands wrapped around her, encompassing her.
His words became kisses sending shivers down her. She wanted to
fight him but again, as if against her own will, she felt her body
relax and melt into him. He picked her up and carried her to her
bed. Once in his arms, his face met hers. His lips caressed her
softly, as if checking the temperature of her kiss. Her brain
panicked, it didn’t want what her body wanted. Her body won the
argument.

Slowly his kisses went deeper, his tongue
caressing her lips, parting them. She felt her arms wrap around his
neck.

He picked her up again and carried her to the
door to her room.

"Where are we going?" She asked still kissing
him.

"My room, the bed is bigger."

"Not unless your intention is wrecking the mood.
That bed is getting burnt tomorrow."

He chuckled turning around and carrying her back
to her bed. He laid her down softly sitting next to her.

She reached with both hands grabbing his face,
she climbed into his lap. Straddling him, she looked up into his
eyes. She lifted her face pressing her lips into his. His hands
reacted wrapping around her, pulling her into him. Her legs circled
him. Her hands ran through his hair, caressing him as her lips
passionately sucked his. She couldn’t stop herself, everything
about him was tantalizing.

He slid his face along her neck breathing in her
in. She moaned reaching down pulling her shirt off. He kissed her
throat making the hunger grow inside of her. Her thick hair was
freed from the ponytail with one quick pull. He slid a hand up into
the mass of locks and gripped it. He pulled her head back making
her moan harder. He kissed along her jaw line tracing it with his
tongue. He slid his other hand up cupping her pert breast.

She cried out grabbing his face, kissing him
feverishly. Her hands roamed his chest, reaching down and ripping
open his dress shirt. Buttons sprayed across the floor, making
small noises everywhere. He moaned as her warm skin met his. He
held her tight to him, she liked feeling her breasts squeezed
against his chest. His palms burned against her skin as he caressed
her back. He stood up lifting her with him.

He carried her to the top of the bed and laid
her down. She gasped seeing the sheer size of him looming over her.
His hands caressed her arms, trailing his fingers along her hands
to her waist. He brushed them against her as if he were making an
effort to pay homage to every inch of her. His fingers trailed
along her ribs to her breasts. Her skin was ablaze waiting for him
to touch her chest.

Slowly, painfully slowly, he slid his hands up
her breasts. He bent taking her nipple in his mouth. He massaged
her other breast. She began to move against him, pulling him down
onto her. He reached down grabbing at her pajama pants sliding them
down her long legs. She helped kicking them off. He never took his
mouth from her nipple, flicking and licking it with his tongue. He
was driving her insane.

She sat up reaching with her hands, unbuttoning
his pants. She thought he would burst through his pants, he was
pressed hard against his button and zipper. As she got the button
undone his zipper fell open against the pressure. His dress pants
dropped down to his knees leaving only his boxers on. He slid his
mouth up her neck, licking her skin, sending her into fits. Her
long fingers clutched the waistband of his boxers, toying with
them. He pulled back from her smiling a seductive smile. She slid
her hand into his boxers and pulled them off completely.

He stood back looking at her lying there
expectantly. He stroked her flat belly, sliding his hands down her
waist and below. She ached for him to be inside of her. She had
never felt the excitement she was feeling. She could see his dark
blue eyes filled with burning desire, as he laid himself between
her legs. He paused dangling over her with a grin. She could feel
the heat emanating from him. He kissed her softly again, as if
toying with her. His tongue sliding in and out of her mouth lazily,
caressing her. He pressed himself against her.

She gasped tensing.

"Shhh, relax."

She nodded taking a deep breath. He slid into
her leisurely, letting her envelop him slowly. He moaned into her
mouth, rocking her back and forth softly.

"Oh my god Hanna." His words were whispered
against her cheek.

Her legs wrapped around him pressing her against
him. She felt her body respond to his, as his chest rubbed against
her. She gripped tightly as he cried out into her neck thrusting
violently. She didn’t feel the sheets or the bed, just the man
taking control of her. Suddenly everything came in highs and lows
like waves. Her body began to build upon the waves. Rapidly and
unexpectedly the waves grew in intensity. As it climaxed she felt a
release. His body jerked against her as hers tensed around him. He
moaned her name as if chanting it.

She couldn’t help but smile as she panted
feeling the world come back to her.

He collapsed on top of her unable to hold
himself up. Her breath was ragged in its desperate attempt to
breath under the weight of him. He lifted himself slightly smiling
at her.

She loved him…Her body loved him…Something loved
him.

"Am I crushing you?"

She nodded, "In a good way. If that makes
sense."

He nodded not moving. She never wanted to leave
the bed again. He lifted himself off, but her legs wrapped around
him tighter, holding him there.

She had no idea what to say to him.

"Hanna, what are you thinking about?"

She smiled tilting her head, "Nothing and
everything."

"I'm thinking we should take a shower and then I
would like to do that again."

She laughed at how serious he was.

Hanna slid out from under him and dragged a
sheet with her wrapping herself in it. She felt his eyes watching
her leave the room for the bathroom.

She looked at her reddened face covered in sweat
and murmured, "That was no Jimmy Stratton."

She started the shower still clutching the sheet
to her body, something felt different. The world had more color and
the air dripped honey but deep inside of her she felt as if a
switch had been turned on.

She felt him press against her, "Why are you
wearing the sheet? Are you taking it in the shower?"

She laughed, "No. I don’t know. I've never been
in a shower with a naked guy."