WARNING: It gets a bit sexually explicit near the end of the chapter.

Chapter Ten

Lust

"Where the hell am I….Michel!" Kerry yelled frantically.

Her hands had minds of their own as she held herself like a scared child. She looked around at the small dark room. Tragically aware of how alone she was, Kerry frowned at windowless red walls. With no lights other than a few gloomy candles, her paranoid mind began to plague her by distorting the shadows into terrifying monsters.

The room was terribly cluttered with antiqued furniture, and the bed she was sitting on was too stiff, lacking any covers or pillows.

"MICHEL!"

A hidden door in the wall suddenly opened but it wasn't Michel on the other side.

Kerry gaped at the stunningly gorgeous blonde woman scowling at her.

"Can you shut up and stop whining?!" The woman snapped. "Michel's not here right now and I'm stuck babysitting you. The least you can do is sit quietly!"

"Who…who are you?" Kerry whispered pathetically.

"Not that I have to tell you anything…" The woman sneered, "My name is Cecilia, Michel's partner."

Seeing the look of confusion in Kerry's eyes made the vampire smirk. Without another word she turned away, allowing the door to close on its own.

'Partner?...What kind of partner?!'

Kerry felt an all-too-familiar feeling of jealousy creeping up on her. By now all her memories of the past few days were clear in her head, she was more angry than scared now. Michel told her he was taking her to Paris, but he didn't mention anything about being trapped in a creepy room with a bitch of a 'babysitter.'

Cruel vampire or not, he owed her a serious explanation.

Unexpectedly fatigue swept over her petite form. Kerry curled into a little ball on her side, bringing her knees to her chest as she thought about the recent events. For the first time, the insanity of everything suddenly hit her.

Vampires.

Werewolves.

Crystal trees.

Being in this gothic vintage room did no help to ease her anxiety. She felt tears threatening to form and she closed her eyes. Visions of her father, her friends, and Ian soothed her and simultaneously disheartened her mood for she missed them terribly.

Before she knew it, she was asleep again.

A furious growl escaped his lips after receiving the news from Logan.

It was almost the minute they arrived into Paris that Michel was summoned to meet with the Parisian coven leaders. For security reasons, he had induced Kerry into a deep slumber while they were still in the air. Although he knew there would be transportation waiting for him in the private terminal, he ordered Cecilia to take Kerry separately to one of his private properties in a more reclusive part of the city.

The following stream of profanity that followed, Michel wondered if he should have sent Logan instead. By the news he just received, he was right.

The meeting with the native coven took ages and as he was exchanging farewells with several leaders, Logan had notified him that Cecilia was treating Kerry with less than civil hospitality.

She would learn the hard way for inconveniencing him.

As he turned his heel to follow Logan to the exit, the oldest coven leader touched his arm.

"Michel." The vampire smiled.

He was a weak looking old man, everything about his appearance seemed fragile but the regal attire he was dressed in signified the hidden power behind this deceiving façade.

"Sire Gustave." Michel bowed respectfully, but his face remained stoic. "To what may I owe the pleasure of your company?"

The old man's brown eyes glimmered inexplicably with a brief flash of red.

"No need for such formalities," Gustave took Michel's hand and patted it affectionately. "Come walk with this old man."

Although he was eager to return to Kerry, Michel knew better than to defy this vampire. Gustave was one of the few original vampires along with Claudius. They were not changed, but were born into eternal darkness.

Never knowing humanity, such creatures were stronger than those that were sired. However, they aged physically with time unlike vampires like Michel, who was permanently confined to his age and appearance. Although he looked much older than Claudius, it was only because he did not possess the same royal bloodline as the Leader of the Damned.

"Word has traveled that the Lunar Children have awakened."

"There's more than one?" Michel stopped in his tracks stunned. He inwardly cursed his slip up.

"So it is true." Gustave chuckled. He let go of Michel's hand and continued pacing down the dark hallway.

"My apologies, I do not know about any awakening but only heard brief tales of the legend." Michel lied. All he knew was that Kerry was somehow related to the Lunar Child and keeping her existence unknown was the only guarantee to her safety.

Gustave's expression remained unreadable; Michel couldn't tell if the old vampire had seen through his lie.

"What a shame." He said curtly.

"But you mentioned children...I thought the legend only spoke of one Lunar Child." Michel couldn't stop his curiosity from speaking, he needed to know as much as possible about what he was dealing with.

Gustave merely chuckled, "There is only one Host, but there are numerous Lunar Children throughout the world. I'm sure you know of their healing properties, but without the interaction of the Host, they are all limited in their true powers."

"Is there a Lunar Child in Paris?"

Brown eyes suddenly flashed red again as Gustave's lips curled into a twisted smile.

"You're quite curious aren't you…there very well may be one," He stopped pacing, "But I wouldn't know anything about that."

Michel's body tensed as his blue eyes carefully watched the old vampire.

"O well," Gustave turned around and walked away as Michel stood where he was. "I was excited to think I may have finally been able to see the legend for myself…but I guess not. If you do hear anything, you'd tell me now wouldn't you?"

"Of course sire." Michel said dutifully. He bowed but never broke his line of sight of the retreating form. It was not until Gustave had turned a corner that Michel hurried out of the coven to where his human was waiting.

Kerry woke up to sounds of arguing outside the dark walls. She rubbed the sleep away from her eyes when she thought she heard Michel's distinct voice.

After hearing a cry of frustration from what seemed like Cecilia's voice, the hidden door opened again.

Before she could even react, Michel was already beside her and whisked her up effortlessly in his arms.

"I'm sorry." His voice was unnervingly solemn but his eyes seemed apologetic.

Without another word, he carried her out of the room and Kerry had to bury her face into Michel's shoulder to shield her from the bright fluorescent lights. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the new brightness, she caught a glimpse of that horrid room before the wall closed by itself.

She looked at her surrounding and realized she must have been in some kind of luxurious hotel or mansion. The walls were embellished with old oil paintings within golden frames. Small tables they passed by were topped with lavish vases, some with floral arrangements. It looked far more chic and upscale compared to the room she was in, it was almost impossible to believe that same room was a part of this elegant estate.

Michel had taken her to a new room. The walls her washed in light pastel lavender colors. The furnishings were made of spotless ivory with occasional golden lining. The large bed in the center of the room was overflowing with extravagant covers and silk pillows that matched the other light colors in the room. Although the heavy dark purple curtains were down, the room had the brightness of the sun by the brilliant chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Kerry was already on her own feet but was twirling around, trying to take in the entire area that seemed too unnatural to belong to a vampire. It looked like the room of a rich Heiress.

She stopped when her eyes met with Michel's blue gems.

"Where were you…?" Kerry suddenly remembered that it was his fault she was so distressed earlier. The only times she had ever seen such darkness was because of him.

Michel frowned at the hurt and distrust he saw in the beautiful mortal in front of him.

"I had to attend to urgent matters." He said cryptically.

"So you thought it was okay to just leave me with that crazy bitch Cecilia?!" Kerry cried, "If this is going to happen more often then why did you even bother bringing me here?!"

It took a few seconds for Michel to respond and he seemed uncomfortable. It almost looked like he was trying to decide if he should tell her or not.

"You were never supposed to be in that room."

He gestured to the room they were standing in, "This was where you were supposed to stay. This is your room."

"What the hell is up with that other room anyways?! Is there more fucked up things in this house like it?!" Kerry yelled with hostility.

"That doesn't concern you!" Michel snarled dangerously. Kerry jumped back at his sudden outburst. "I already apologized, if you are going to keep challenging me then you can go back in there! I do not have to explain anything to you."

Kerry's brows furrowed as she looked dejectedly at the floor. Her messy bangs covering her eyes, "I'm sorry…don't be mad…it's just…everything is so overwhelming and…I can't help wish I never left home."

She looked up when she heard Michel sigh in defeat, "You have every right to feel the way you do. You just have to trust me."

It wasn't exactly reassuring, but it was a typical Michel answer.

Kerry smiled weakly at him, which caused Michel to quickly pick her up and throw her onto the bed. When she tried to get up he was already on top of her, much like the position the first time she woke up in his room.

She looked up at him with confused eyes, and then he smirked.

"I'm annoyed by how much you affect me." He said boldly, "Is it strange how bothered I am when I see you smiling with that filthy dog? Yet, when you're with me you show nothing but fear and sadness."

"That's not true!" Kerry said defensively, she felt sudden guilt when her mind wandered to Leon and everything that transpired between them. She was a terrible person, leading on these two men….creatures.

"See?" His cold finger traced the corners of the frown on her face. His finger continued trailing down her neck to her arm, then her sides…

Kerry suddenly burst into fits of giggles. The look of shock on Michel's face was priceless, it was like he was unfamiliar with the sounds coming from Kerry. While he pulled away, his finger brushed up against her side again and she fell into another fit of laughter.

Michel stared incredulously at the insane girl beneath him.

When Kerry finally calmed down, she puffed for air.

"I'm really ticklish." She announced sheepishly.

"Ticklish?" Michel said dumbly.

"Yeah!" She made a dazzling smile, "Don't you ever get ticklish sometimes? Like when someone touches your side or back and it feels so weird you laugh?"

"I know what ticklish is…my race is genetically wired to feel minimum sensitivity to physical contact, that's why we can endure far more pain that you humans." Michel explained, his face still puzzled.

Kerry enjoyed seeing Michel in such a vulnerable state, it was different…really adorable actually. She touched his cheek lightly with her hand.

"I guess that's one of the things being human has on being a vampire," Kerry said softly, "So you can't experience or enjoy small things like that?"

"Pshh," Michel smirked. He was suddenly back in character.

"I was human once and trust me when I say feeling tickles is something that I don't miss at all, and it certainly doesn't outweigh the perks of being the top predator in the world."

"But you said you're not sensitive to physical contact-" His finger shushed Kerry's argument.

"Just because we don't feel pain in combat, or feel much on our skin doesn't mean we don't feel…elsewhere." He lowered his face until they were nose to nose. Kerry gulped nervously.

"In fact, being the masters of seduction and all that is sodomy," His tongue traced her jawline until he was whispering in her ear with a deep husky growl, "We feel far more intensely in certain places than humans do."

"Oh…" Kerry whispered. Her eyes closed shut as her body trembled from the sensation of Michel nibbling on her ear.

Instinctively, one of her hands grabbed his messy hair while the other pulled him closer. She couldn't help grin smugly when she heard him moan after she arched her body to brush up against his.

His tongue was now lapping at her neck while Kerry tugged at his dress shirt, his suit jacket suddenly on the floor next to the bed. He obliged her by deftly unbuttoning his shirt while never stopping his teasing with his mouth. Kerry was in pure awe by the toned muscles of his arms and chest, her hands trailed down his torso, lightly tracing the defined 'V' shape that started near his hips and disappeared into his pants. Just as she was undoing his belt he grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head.

Face-to-face again he had the most arrogant grin, "You're so eager…but I won't give you gratification so soon."

He chuckled at Kerry's disappointed groan. His tongue traced her bottom lip slowly. One of his sharp fangs grazed her lip to which she responded with a gasp at the sharp pain.

Michel took this opportunity to explore her open mouth. His tongue tortured Kerry, encouraging her own to slip past between his lips. Soon she felt bolder and pulled at his side until she was on top of him, straddling his waist.

She bravely explored the beautiful man beneath her with her mouth. She felt bursts of confidence every time his eyes rolled back from the ecstasy she caused him.

The way his intense blue eyes peered at her under his dark lashes, or how his partially parted lips let out rhythmic pants. She smirked at the sense of dominance she had over him.

Michel must have caught on to what Kerry was thinking because he had a sudden look of irritation, "You're getting too full of yourself."

Kerry grinned coyly, as she looked down on him with her head tilted slightly looking as innocent as possible. She inhaled sharply when his strong hands swiftly grabbed her waist.

"Don't forget who you're dealing with."

And before she could respond, he slid her body down and thrust up against her.

Kerry's head fell back as she cried out, shaking from the waves of pleasure jolting from his hardened manhood rubbing between her thighs.

She could barely keep her eyes open and her mouth shut as she moaned and sighed, but she saw the evil smirk between Michel's own primal growls of satisfaction.

She needed desperately to remove the barrier of clothing.

She wanted him.

Everything in her mind was overcome with thoughts of dark desires and just as he was pulling her shirt up…

"MICHEL! YOU GOTTA COME QUICK! THERE'S-…OH!...Uh….uh…sorry!" Emiel burst through the door and had just realized what he interrupted.

Kerry's eyes were wide and her body became stiff as a board, too embarrassed to move or speak. She was grateful her back was too him, and she felt the tiny hairs on her neck rise. She could almost feel his stare burn into her back.

She almost forgot Michel was underneath her until she heard him speak in the most terrifyingly calm voice.

"Get. Out."

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know! It's just that-" Emiel started backing out apologetically.

"I fucking swear…if you don't shut up…" Michel's voice warned, "GET OUT!"

"Sorry!" And the door shut immediately.

Kerry let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding in. She immediately regretted looking at Michel's face because the look of sheer rage alarmed her.

"Mi…chel?" She started slowly.

"I'm gonna kill him…I'm gonna kill them all." Michel closed his eyes as his hand massaged his temples to relax.

While he was trying to rest his temper, Kerry had a full view of his impressive body. Before, she was too entranced to truly appreciate him. Unfortunately by being snapped out of her euphoric state, she was also extremely self-conscious and painfully realizing her position on top of him.

As his eyes were still shut, she instantly jumped off of him and high-tailed it to the attached bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Sliding down the door behind her, she sat on the floor relieved and mortified. On the other side she heard a sigh of aggravation.

'What the hell are you doing Kerry Nowicki?!' She thought to herself, burying her red-hot face in her hands.

It's been a really long time since I updated so my writing probably changed. Please review though, I wanna hear your feedbacks since I need more motivation to continue this story haha.