This Means War Mr. Alpha

I bit him •__• part 1

We were fighting, he had gently brushed my leg while he was underneath the water and (as a result) scared me nearly to death. Curses of every kind filled my mind. Unfortunately, HE found my word choice laughable. His warm smooth hand had, unintentionally, rubbed against my thigh once again. This caused my bare skin to feel light and slowly a tingling sensation filled me, my bones, and my very being. They slowly started to transform into a sensual pulsating that was gradually driving my body insane with need.. Sinful desire made me want to make him mine in more ways than one.

Something in the back of my mind urged me to nibble right between where his neck and shoulder meet. Obeying, I gently pressed my lips to his silky and delightfully peppermint smelling skin. It seemed as If it had happened ever so slowly, as I took the bare delicious skin into my mouth. Gently sucking and kissing the spot.

All of my teeth began to have a strange sensation as if they were elongating, sharpening, and secreting a tangy taste slightly ruining My ... My ... My Nicks' tantalizing taste. I was almost too angry to care. He should never have scared me. Pulling back I gently swiped my tongue over the bite mark, hopefully lessening the pain.

Intense feelings had wafted over me. As quickly as it had come the contact near my nether regions was gone. It had all happened in an instant.

Two toned arms had snaked their way around my waist. They had pulled me away from a shocked and quite seething Nick. Before they pulled me away though, an intense feeling of pleasure rocketed throughout my body. From the look of it, Nick was having the same feelings.

End flash back

John had pulled me all the way back to shore, scolding me for doing such an obtuse (dense) thing. I listened quietly, bowing my head in submission to his vicious rant.

Peeking up at him through my lashes "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bite him... I was angry..." I apologized profusely, the truth ringing strong and clear.

John's hazel eyes narrowed and a small, feral growl escaped him. Grinding his teeth together he stormed off, not saying another word to me.

Huffing, I shrug my shoulders and let it go. Hailey (his mate) will calm him down, hopefully.

Kicking sand here and there I scan the beach for Nick, hoping he would forgive me. As I continued my journey, a small dull ache began to fill my chest. It felt as if a dark abyssal void was taking up residence inside, consuming the joyous happiness I had only moments ago.

My eyes welled with unshed tears, as a fiery explosion of pain enveloped my mind. I fell to the ground, covering my ears in an attempt to drown out the screeching of several things. My blood was cold as ice, and as I thought I was loosing consciousness a wisp of a ghost like figure came into my line of sight. With a feather light touch, he took a lock of my hair and stuck it behind one ear. He kneeled down, not even minding that his fine silk suit could and would be ruined by the traitorous sand. He caressed my cheek ,whispered in either Greek or Latin while concentrating, and then my pain dissipated. In a genteel manner, he stood up. Straightened out his vest, and eyed me auspiciously. A smirk played at the edges of his plump pink lips.

"You're one of us Love, although it's too bad you've found your first Dijinia." A furrow beset his brow, and a frown graced his lips.

"I'm one of you... Which means?" I questioned quietly, curiously tilting my head to the side.

His crystal blue eyes sparkled as he looked out, and into the sea. "Ahh, my dearest... You're not ready to know." Mischief clouded his eyes, and a ready pout changed my features.

"Why not?" I asked, my innocent and undeniable (or so I thought) pout firmly in place.

"How about you ask me three questions besides what I am or what you are... Only three, until we meet again Love." His velvety voice coxed and successfully deterred me (so he thought) from the subject at hand. I was curious to know, and curious to find out what I am. Mr. Gorgeous eyes is gonna tell me what I need to know. A devious smile ayes along the corners of my mouth as I agreed to his offer.

"So," I began slowly "Why do you look like you're not actually a solid/substantial form?"

"Simply because at the moment, I am not" His eyes burned with a passion and amusement from succeeding in being elusive in his answer.

I was curious as to why, but also aware that he was baiting me into using or should I say wasting another question.

"What is your mother?" I asked bluntly, in an attempt to find out "what" he was. My overwhelming curiosity covering the dubious fact that the man may be insane, dangerous, and possibly... not as human as he may seem.

He let out a loud chuckle "She is a pain in the arse, I tell ya."

I puffed a bit, "You know that's not what I Meant you callow, cogent Potato Dong dong!"

He was now laughing rather arbitrarily, at my expense. Or maybe it was my vitriolic choice of an insult.

"I'm an immature, persuasive potato penis penis?" He questioned between large gasps of breath.

"Simply put, yes!" I almost screamed in frustration.

He nodded, still chuckling " One last question Love."

I sighed, frustrated that I haven't gotten a clear answer "What caused my body to explode in pain?"

"Your Dijinia's Love mark was being decimated by the insane one you call 'John'" He replied disinterestedly.

I was confused all over again, until I realized I bit him. Hard... I marked what was mine and someone has attempted to remove it! A familiar transient voice hissed in my head.

Blue eyes gave me a knowing look as my eyes were bulging in disbelief at the voice. "Layla Love, your friend in there" he tapped my head "Her name is Zelefíne... When you were withering on the ground I had to break a barrier and she was behind it."

"What is she?" I was beyond spooked...

"A friend, a trustworthy one. But most importantly she is part of you." he replied the same brilliant smug smirk perfectly balanced on his face. He was slowly waking away and I struggled to catch up.

"Wait" I called and he stopped short. "What's your name?"

"You can call me Damien." He gave me a genuine smile that could only be described as mind blowing. The next thing I knew, a silvery shimmer was beginning to unfold around him, but before I could determine what it was he dove into the magnificent water.

My mind was on overload, and all I could think was, 'I bit him' and 'there is someone living in my BLEEPING HEAD'

A/N
I'm just gonna say this.... Dijinia is like mate in their language and Zelefíne will explain that to Layla later on.... :) hehe I updated hope chu like.