(I'd recommend reading the re-written version as it has a full character arc and all that, this is up for sentimental reasons, and you can read it after that if you want <3. Just click here -» XxxVaansxxX to go to my profile and find the re-written version. Thank you!)
*Years Later*
Third Person's P.O.V:
A Black Lamborghini sped down the empty road to the airport, where Serafina's jet just landed, the windows of the car were down, a right elbow resting on the window sill, holding a lit cigarette, as the car did a spin before stopping and he got out.
The beautiful sixteen-year-old stepped out, her green-blue eyes meeting his dark brown ones.
"Merry Christmas, Babe" He said throwing his cigarette on the ground and stepping on it as she handed him a glass of champagne.
"Merry Christmas, my love" She said as he took hers out of her hand and placed it on the hood of his car before wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her close before crashing his lips onto her.
She could clearly see the lust in his eyes, but she could also see a bit of love.
She just chose to ignore the lust, and focus on the love as she kissed him back.
He let his tongue swirl in her mouth one last time before she pulled away.
"Xavier..." She pulled away. "I can't breathe."
"Neither can I." He wrapped his arms around her, turning her so her back touched the side of his car and drew her in for another hungry kiss. Hot, hard, and wet, melting her to the side of the Lambo. His tongue worked past her lips to plunge into her mouth, every stroke tugging at things low and deep in her belly.
Her hands moved to his chest, sliding over his pecs and the ripple of abs beneath his shirt. Damon Salvatore might be perfect but Xavier was real, his body hard from his fight training, muscles thick from use. He hissed out a breath when her fingers grazed the top of his belt, his body couldn't wait any longer yet he murmured as he drew her earlobe into his mouth.
"What are we doing Sera?"
"You know and don't stop" Came her reply.
"Yeah, We should keep going," he says, voice gruff and husky. She loved when his voice sounded like that, deeper than normal. His lips puffed out a little more too.
"You're blushing." He commented before nibbling the tip of her ear but she pulled him back, his lips against hers, this time her tongue in his mouth, taking charge
"You're a good kisser." She said, at last, pulling away breathless.
"So are you" He breathed out
~o~O~o~
"Oh no, I would fucking start with arms, after they are cut off, move to the tongue, it's the juiciest, then carve out the nails, dip them in acid or salt, or use a nail filer over their fucking sore sensitive skins and finally carve out the eyes, very slowly, the whole plan of torturing a person is to have fun" Vesper licked her lips, her love for torturing and killing people painfully was well known, their screams of agony, the sobbing, and the reason that she was the one doing that gave her the sense of power.
Of not being human.
Of not being that weak little girl whose favourite person broke her.
"Have you tried lighting parts of their bodies on fire?" Her friend countered, of course, they were having their annual Christmas met ball, which was obviously a cover for mafia meetings.
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Family Comes Last
Teen Fiction**Theres a re-written completed version too, it's much more satisfying and way better, I'd recommend that** Their favourite cocktail? One part betrayal, One part Bloodshed, One part secrets, half-part death with a splash of love....on rocks. "My Si...
