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AN: I can't even remember how long it has been and I really don't feel like doing the math right now. I know it's over two years. My only excuse is that I've completely lost interest and have pursued other interests and hobbies. I also haven't been able to access my account for quite a while.

But with quarantine, I've written a little something to not leave anyone hanging. Maybe I can write more, I'm working on it.

"I'm sitting here, holding a can of Diet Coke filled with the blood of someone we killed. I don't even like Diet Coke."

Paul shook his head at Bella's rambling. He understood the panic, they had just killed a human. He was supposed to protect human life, not distinguish it.

"You have to calm down," he rubbed a hand down her back. "It will do no good to panic and lose sight of our goals."

She jerked away from him, "Are you shitting me right now? I can't believe this."

Paul huffed and threw himself down on the hotel bed. He continued scrolling through the pictures on Lonnie's phone. "Here, look, another picture of a dead girl, beaten and raped."

Bella turned her head and stumbled over her words. "I told you I didn't want to see that shit."

Paul hummed and his thumb continued it's movements. "There's definitely more than 12 victims. I'd say about thirty. I'd also say that we just murdered a pretty prolific serial killer. If you ask me, we've done the world a great justice."

"Thirty?" Bella questioned in a whisper.

"Mhm. You sure you don't want to see? He loved to stage the victims' bodies."

She ripped the phone from his hand and threw it across the hotel suite. "I get it, asshole. He deserved to die."

"Good."

Bella lay down next to Paul and rolled over to face him. He turned his head and met her gaze with his gray one. "So what now?"

"Marking."

"I was afraid you were going to say that," she couldn't help but smile, "How do you want me?"

"On your hands and knees, preferably." His gaze darkened and his jaw clenched.

Bella smirked. "Kinky."

Paul reached over and placed his hand under her back, gently turning her to her stomach. He maneuvered his body over her, sitting astride her bottom. Running his hands from her shoulders to her lower back, he nudged the hem of her tank up past her shoulder blades.

Bella pushed up on her hands, grabbed the tank from the back and pulled it over her head. She brought her bare back flush against his chest and moaned at the contact of his hot flesh.

"You're sexy," he told her, his voice a husky whisper.

"Mhm," She mumbled as she felt his hand tracing down her spine and grabbing her shorts at the hem.

He pulled them down over her bottom, along with her panties. She pushed her ass against him and noticed he was also now nude. She didn't know when that happened, but she couldn't really care.

After teasing her, Paul guided himself inside her with a low groan. Bella moaned and dropped her upper body against the mattress.

This was different, she realized, as she met each of his slow, deep thrusts. As her legs began to shake, he ran his hands up and down her bare back, coming to rest them on her shoulders. He moved faster and she collapsed onto the mattress, his body following hers, continuing his movements.

She was enveloped in him. In his scent. Between his hot skin sticking to her back and her front half against cool sheets, she was enraptured. There was a strange feeling in her chest. She realized why this was different than the storm shelter. It was slow, agonizingly tantalizing. Almost like he was making love to her.

Paul brushed Bella's hair to the side, eyes zeroing in on her neck. Something was stirring in his chest, but he didn't recognize the feeling. He had never felt so close to someone. He watched the side of her face, enraptured at her soft, serene expression, her lips gently parted.

His sight blackened at the edges and almost as if someone else was controlling his movements, he jerked his neck forward and sunk his teeth in between her shoulder and neck.

Bella didn't make a sound but her shoulders stiffened. Paul collapsed on top of her, teeth still in her flesh and hips still twitching with the after shocks of their coupling.

"The- the hell?" Bella stuttered.

Paul grunted, teeth still embedded.

Bella stayed face down on the bed, her mind whirling. A drop of blood seeped through the crescent mark on her shoulder, slowly running down around to her collar bone.

Paul sat at the end of the bed, his eyes glued to the spot. He watched fascinated as the mark closed slowly and healed, leaving a indent of his teeth in her shoulder. They didn't appear to be going anywhere. They were permanently etched into her flesh.

He hummed. "That was unexpected."

Bella reeled at his nonchalant and flippant tone. She pushed up on the her hands and knees and twisted around quickly to face him. He was surprised he didn't see anger on her face. Only confusion.

"Ya think?" Her tone was laced heavily with sarcasm.

He watched her, his chest tugging at him. He put a hand to it. "I was going to phase and mark your leg. I don't know what happened."

"You happened."

He scoffed and threw his hand down into his knee. "You were right there with me baby. You felt that too."

She laughed, throwing her head back. "Of course I felt it. You sunk your teeth into me. Like a fucking vampire."

His eyes narrowed. "You know what I'm talking about. Now isn't the time to play dumb."

Bella crossed her arms and huffed. "This is ridiculous. And an unnecessary complication." She ranted. "Great. You marked me. Yay! I don't feel any freaking different."

Paul's eyes widened as the pillows behind her starting floating.

"Don't look at me like that. You're the one who has been pushing all this shit. Prophecy this, legend that. We killed a person. A human being."

The ugly picture frame above the bed started shaking as the pillows floated higher now, above her head.

"Now I'm stuck with you," Bella was fuming now, up on her knees, her hair hovering in the air. "And I can't even stand you half the time. Sure, you may be completely gorgeous, with a big dick, but you're still an asshole."

He started smiling at her. She didn't even notice her telekinesis had manifested.

"But I'm your asshole."

"Of course, you're my asshole. I love you. Sucks to be me." Paul smiled fondly at her, his gray eyes moving towards the pillows hovering above, almost tangling with her long locks.

Bella followed his line of sight and gasped. She started shaking her head. "Oh my god. How do I make it stop?"

"Beats me." He tried not laughing but she was shaking her head, with her hair sticking straight up in the air. He let out a snort then cut off with a gasp when the bed starting lifting. He grabbed both sides of the mattress and held on.

Bella was still shaking her head, her eyes wild and crazed. She had no idea how she was even making the bed float. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and rubbed her hand roughly down her face. When she opened her eyes, her face was calm. Then the bed fell, along with the pillows, slamming hard on to the floor.

"We did it," he whispered at her, his eyes softened and filled with emotion.

"That's pretty creepy."

He snatched a hand out and grabbed her ankle, pulling her naked body towards his. He wrapped her small frame in his arms and rested his chin on top of his head.

"I love you, too." He murmured into her hair. "And I love fighting with you."

She giggled. "Good. Because that's all we do."

He wagged his eyebrows at her. "That's not all." And then he proceeded to show her, again, exactly what he meant.