Hidden Secret {Part 2}

~~ UNDERGROUND BUNKER ~~

Bill lay on the cool concrete floor as he could feel the blood pouring from the large gaping wound on his neck. As though all the years of him being a vampire; his strength meant nothing right now. His hands pinned his arms to the floor. He had never felt such strength from her, even with his blood pulsing through her veins right now.

His fangs dropped as blood continued to flow from his neck, as he tried to buck his hips to allow himself to be set free. A growl trembled on his lips as Kiara remained to pinning him down as though he were nothing more than a helpless human, trapped by the waving shadow of the woman that he loved.

As suddenly as it had begun Kiara's mouth detached from his neck. There was a moment where she licked her lips and gazed into his eyes. Her lips now a rich crimson color from his blood.

Suddenly she jumped away and stumbled back to the corner of the room, holding her mouth, her eyes wide in horror.

"Oh no... I bit you didn't I?" she said, her voice stronger than it had been before. She felt the churn of something warm in her stomach; his blood. The throbbing cadence in her loins had subsided just a bit but it remained in her mind, not to mention the fact that she didn't even remember jumping on Bill and biting him. It was just like when she'd attacked Vincent. She had sort of blacked out and only came to after ingesting vampire blood.

Feeling a rush of air wash over him as the weight that had been holding him down was now gone. Welcoming the sudden relief as he took the opportunity to get to his feet, his once polo shirt intact now clung in shreds off his shoulders as blood continued to trickle down his exposed chest; blood matting in his hair as he could feel it trailing down his back.

"I should have been prepared...It is not your fault" he reassured her.

Quickly searching out an old cloth as he began to clean himself up off blood before it dried onto his skin, not wanting for Jessica or Brianna to see him in such a state, knowing that Jessica would assume the worst.

She crawled back into the bed and wrapped the blanket around herself. "Just....go..." she whispered, holding her knees to her chest. His blood wasn't making her violent, but it was fueling her more baser desires at an alarming rate. She knew the very LAST thing she needed was to throw herself at Bill like a wanton teenager.

She lowered her head, ignoring the still very tempting smell of his blood that clung in the air and doing her best to ignore the ever growing heat in her loins that demanded satisfaction, no matter from who.

"Kiara...." he whispered.

There she was....He could feel her. Where the hole that had once been in his chest as though a part of his un-beating heart had been ripped from his chest. She existed again as though she had never left him, like she had always been there.

He could feel that she was fighting the urge against something brewing inside her, he knew that he had to be vigilant around her. Bill could not have another outburst like that happening again. Knowing that she was now a lot stronger than he was, and with his blood inside her he couldn't be too careful.

"...Is that what you want?" he questioned her.

She took a deep breath, glad that the blanket contained the scent of her own unwilling budding arousal.

"Just...go... before I do something we both might regret" she whispered. Jessica was right on one account; Kiara was just a slut. All those years of being under Russell had killed any modicum of decency and shame she may have.

"Is that what you really want?" he questioned her again.

Once he walked out that door, there would be so many regrets on his mind; most were already brewing. But he could not even fathom what Kiara was going through right now. He wanted to question her further but knew that it wasn't the right time. Her blood in her system would only cloud her judgement and also his own.

He knew that a moment between them both right now would only complicate things in the future. His main priority right now was getting her better.

She raised her head to look at him. "Bill... what I want right now....is something neither of us needs" she whispered, her voice throatier, lustier, reflecting the wanton desires inside her at the moment.

She pressed her legs tightly together, rubbing her thighs against each other, seeking any modicum of relief before she went crazy and did something scandalous in front of Bill. Not that he hadn't already at some point seen her in a scandalous manner but since things were awkward between them, he didn't need to be seeing her like that.

The irrational part of her begged for release, for her to let go of her logical and illogical apprehensions of being physically with Bill. It told her to stop caring and sate her desires.

She was right, it was something that neither of them needed right now. But he could not deny that there was a part of him that wanted her, that craved her. But it was the wrong place, wrong time for the both of them.

"What do you need Kiara? I can't help you if you do not tell me what it is that you need" he prodded her.

What could he really do to help her? If she did not tell him. He may have been a vampire but he was not psychic.

She looked at him. Gods was he really going to make her say it? It was mortifying enough to feel this way towards someone she was conflicted with, let alone voice her desires. Somehow voicing them made the desires more permanent, something that NEEDED to be acted on instead of something she could just put off.

"Bill I...." she swallowed, trying to keep her hands on her chest less they wonder lower as they were already itching to do.

"...Maybe its the blood... maybe its the fact I used your blood to heal myself before... but theres a crazy part of me that wants to fuck you so bad it's painful"

Hearing her speak those words did things to Bill that never happened before, it was just simple carnal lust that resided in her now, not the loving Kiara that was once there before.

"....Kiara...." he muttered.

Even now as she sat here before him, he could still see a glimmer of hope in her eyes. As small as it may have been, but just a glimmer of hope was what he needed.

"What....Do....You.....Want?" he whispered huskily and dryly as his hand cupped her cheek as his thumb ran across her once crimson lips.

She had to hold herself very still when he touched her cheek. She knew she was straddling a very feeble line between control and no control and she was really hoping she could retain control and dignity despite what her body wanted.

"I....I don't want to be a monster" she whispered, biting her lower lip. "I want you.... but..but not when its just the blood talking" she said, her voice shaking from the sheer force it took to keep herself restrained.

"Bill...I...I know this isn't what you want... d-don't worry...I'll be fine"

"My only desire is to help you sweetheart" he whispered.

He could finally see her, a part of the woman that he loved coming to the surface. He knew it would take a lot more than just one night. But all he had was time, but now he would have to fake Kiara's death again. Play it out that she was dead, lay all his pain on the line once again.

He would have to lie...Lie to protect the woman that he loved.

"My only desire is to be with you again"

She closed her eyes, for a moment just leaning her head on his hand, enjoying the cool sensation of his skin.

"I'm no good for you.... you heard Jessica... everything she said is true" she whispered before she opened her eyes again and looked at him.

"I don't know what I want. Part of me wants to forget the hurt, pretend it never happened. Part of me wants to hold onto the resentment of your abandonment, and the wolf inside me wants nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion"

"Then you need to make a choice Kiara. One that I cannot choose for you"

Dropping his hand as he stood from the bed and reached into his pocket and pulled out the key to the large steel door separating her from the outside world; the only thing that was keeping his lie intact. To keep her from exposing herself to the one enemy that he would take down should he ever come close to her.

Unlocking the door as he was greeted with a much cooler breeze that soon filled the room.

"You have a choice...You stay here and let me help you. To make up for what I have done. Or...you can leave. I won't stop you, and if you leave. I will not contact you again, I will not seek you out. The choice is yours" he offered.

She lowered her head "So you're making me choose between what my mind wants and what my heart wants" she whispered.

At that point she let out a groan and arched her back. Pleasure shot up her spine rendering her speechless for a moment. She ran her arms down her side, shivering as she did so all while staring at the key. The rational part of her screamed for her to leave. To leave the darkness behind and try to find something worth while. But the irrational part of her wanted to stay. All she knew was darkness and being with Bill was the only time she had known some form of peace and love.

Even as she debated this she brought her hand out from under the blanket and touched his cheek. All her emotions churned and it became more confusing. She shook her head, knowing overthinking would get her no where so she settled into familiar territory.

"Hate me tomorrow.... tolerate me tonight" she whispered before she leaned in and planted a hot kiss on his lips.

"Hate me tomorrow.... tolerate me tonight"

He felt his body freeze as their lips first connected, his brain screaming at him to stop; but yet he couldn't. She had chosen to stay, or at least a part of her had chosen to remain here. Kiara had chosen to stay here for Bill to help her. Kiara was still here.

".............Kiara...." he whispered into her lips.

His hands wrapped around her and curved down her naked body to pull her body closer to his own. Almost as much as he needed her closeness, he knew that this wasn't love, but pure carnal lust.

She let out a soft moan, pressing her body against his. She moved so she was straddling his knee. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips plastered to his as she used the weight of her body to half push him down on the bed.

She let out another soft moan when his knee rubbed against her already moist core, making her rub herself shamelessly against him, seeking more.

".............Kiara...." he whispered into her lips.

The presence inside him that screamed out to him was slowly being muted, as though it was calling out to be heard, but Bill no longer cared what it had to say. Knowing that all sense of rational thought had gone out the window. But Bill knew; he knew that when Kiara was involved rational thought did not even come into it, now then and not now.

The inner battle that he had been fighting for all his life, he knew that he had lost. His strength to say no was gone. She had won, but would he win the overall war that he knew was brewing as a storm just as it was inside his heart.

".............Kiara...." he whispered into her lips once again.

Smelling her arousal thick and heavy in the air as though it had manifested into a whole person, this Kiara with him now. His hands clamped down heavily in her hair, as he tried to remember that she was still weak, even though his blood flowed in her body. She was still very fragile as she was an hour ago.

She pulled her lips back to breathe. She watched him, knowing he was just giving in for now. This wasn't love, at least not the love they had once shared. This was lust, primitive and basic. A need to sate an emptiness inside her that perhaps was in him as well.

She lifted her head and peered into his eyes. For a moment she was lost. Like everything horrible had never happened.

"Bill... don't regret me tonight...thats all I ask"

Bill gazed softly into her eyes as though it was not him fully staring at her, as though it was a whole new part of him.

"I could never regret you sweetheart...Ever" he whispered softly.

He knew that this act was not love, but above all else primal carnal lust that he had known very well in the very beginning of his life as a vampire. Without her noticing he had already sprung free from his restraints of his trousers.

Using his speed he had her pinned on the bed, feeling her legs wrap around his hips as with one ease he thrust into her, growling as he did. Pure animalistic nature was what she wanted, needed.

She gasped as he spun them around with his speed, but her gasp turned to a loud moan of sheer pleasure as he invaded her body. This is what she desires, what her empty soul craved. A moment of pure sensation where she was filled with something other than indifference.

She arched her back and pulled him flush against her body, needing his familiar weight on her. She rocked in time to his thrusts as he moved inside her.

A growl trembled on his lips as he could hear Kiara's breath, or thought he could; it seemed part of the soft breeze that touched his cheek. He could smell Kiara, smell the heavenly of her body, the dried sweat and dust on the soft bed linen, and his vampiric nature; feral, longing changed to outright hunger.

Bill had meant to be gentle. Very gentle. Although he had not planned it with care. She was broken; he must go canny, take his time. Be careful in gluing back her shattered bits. And then he came to her and discovered that she wished no part of gentleness, of courting. She wished directness. Brevity and violence. If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle.

But he knew that Kiara wanted this more than anything, more than she truly wanted him. It stung him to know that, but if he could give her what she wanted, he would comply with her wishes; her true carnal savage like desires.

His hips continued to thrust at a savage like rate as he continued to bury himself inside her, feeling her body arch to his touch. His voice caught in the back of his throat as he could not find the words to express anything, that was not what she wanted to hear right now. All she needed was this physical connection between them both.

She moaned more and growled. She gripped his shoulders as he moved faster and faster inside her. He wasn't gentle and the feral part of her wanted it this way, but the small part inside her that was still human in nature wept. This wasn't the Bill she loved. That Bill was always gentle, always tender. He made her melt with his words. This was....this was just a vampire, a vampire forcing himself to sate her out of some misguided need to help.

Without her knowing her left eye began to weep, tears pouring out of it alone. She brought her head up to his, her voice shaky, but sounding much more like the Kiara of old.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry"

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry"

And that was Bill's undoing.

His body halted in his current actions as he gazed at her, seeing her eyes tear...And he knew. He just knew.

"I'm....sorry I can't" he whispered.

As he withdrew from her feeling the rush of cold air against his skin as he fumbled with his trousers as he zipped himself up. He couldn't do this....Not now. This was wrong, this was not how he was with Kiara, not like this.

Running his hand through his hair as he tried to collect his thoughts that bombarded his mind, trying to pick out one clear thought but struggling.

"This is...." his voice trailed off, he couldn't finish his sentence, unable to find the words.