FreenBecky One Shots

Blood Lust.

The body of a man falls to ground in front of what seemed like a shadow of a woman. Upon closer look, the woman seem to be wearing a black shorts with an equally black satin shirt, half tucked in. The woman has gorgeous ash pink hair and a complexion so white, almost like the moon. But then when your eyes move to the face, closer, the fear sets in, for the woman has bright red eyes that are glowing in the dark and her lips are smeared with a red liquid, a lot like blood with two canine teeth glinting.

The woman bends down and brings her face closer to the man's now dead body.

"Shouldn't have flirted with my baby at the bar."

And with a flash. She's gone.

Freen's P.O.V.

The doorbell rings as I rush to the door. My lips already forming into a smile at the prospect of who might be there. I was at the bar with Becky a while ago until some random junkie tried to grope me. We both came home, much to my resistance but then Becky abruptly remembered that she'd left her phone at the bar and went to get it back. I open the door.

"Got your phone?" I ask.

"Huh...got my what?"

"Your phone? You left it at the bar?"

"Ahhhh...yes yes got it, sorry" she grinned as we both came in and I shut the door behind us. Becky is the most amazing girlfriend I've ever had. She told me she's from England and had moved here with her brother and parents. We've been dating for about 6 months now and I've met her family numerous times. They are all exceptionally intelligent and beautiful. Her parents don't even look too old. In all honesty? The whole family could pass for Runway models and they'd be slaying it. As far as I know, they are some big businessmen and extremely rich. The house...I'm sorry, the mansion speaks for itself. It isn't like those pristine white marble mansions that are in the trend, it's dark and old and has exquisite rich wood and leather material. When I asked her she told me it was old family property passed down through generations. 

Anyways, that's my awesome girlfriend Rebecca Armstrong, the one who's staring at me with her amber eyes with intent.

"Have you showered yet?" she asks, her lips curving into a smirk.

"Not yet....I was hoping...," I move closer to her, our faces inched away, "..that we could do it together..."

Her eyes glint a faint red and it disappears as quickly as it happened.

*what just--*

"Yeah sure...why not?" she simply says and takes my hand leading us to the bathroom. She leaves my hand and starts stripping off her clothes while I watch, the red glint already forgotten as she unbuttons her shirt and lets it fall to the ground. My cheeks heat up at the sight of a maroon lacy bra that shows her cleavage. I gulp.

"Remove your clothes baby..." she says in that husky English tone of hers' that always makes my knees go weak as I manage to remove my top while my eyes trained on hers as she remove the rest of her clothing until she is completely naked walking to the shower and turning it on while I still struggle to remove my pants. The shower pours water onto her sleek well toned and lithe body, the hot water streaming down the curves only increasing the already heated temperature in the bathroom. She looks over at me, her hair now wet and sexy,

"What are you waiting for sweetheart?" 

That's when I realise that I'm already naked and so I build up the courage and walk towards her, I try so hard not to move my eyes from hers but as if my mind has other plans, my eyes drop. 

*Oops!* 

My feet slip so hard I'm sure I'd fall because there's now way Becky can hold me from that distance and I close my eyes for the impact that never comes. Instead I'm wrapped up in hot wet warmth and the familiar scent of spice and mint.