Species

The Bond

-Trigger warning-

His breathing labored as blood trickled from his lower lip. He was use to being beaten, he had trained for it, but this man that had done it was different then the people that trained him. Diego was chained to the floor on his knees in a triangle form. His arms were chained one one each side but low to the floor, and his ankles were chained so he couldn't stand. He was stripped of his shirt, leaving him only in his pants. Laceration covered his back and bruises riddled his body from his torturers hits. What felt like hours of beating must have been a day, and he still hadn't spilt any information.

He hung his head wanting to lay down but he couldn't, his body was held tight by the chains. Even if he moved from his position the chains seemed to constrict and he would have to shift back again to at least get some form of comfort. It was quiet and dark in his cell, and that was fine with him he was just counting the seconds it would take for someone to come back. Diego had a plan, and he hoped he would put into action sooner then later.

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Suddenly he heard foot steps, the door to his cell had opened wide letting a white light in, but was shadowed by someone walking threw. This person wasn't alone, Diego could now hear two set of foot steps. Opening his scenes, he could smell rain and tulips covered with baby lotion. Its that girl again, what was her name. Char...Claira such a weird name for a girl. This wasn't the first time she had come to visit him in his cell. It was the second the first was a few hours after they had placed him here.

Then he caught a different scent, rain or that when it rains for the first day, the smell of wet concrete. Diego huffed a laugh in response to his own thought, wet dog smell, he smirked to himself.

"What's so funny?" The woman's voice was next to right next to his ear made him drop his guard and a cold chill run down his neck and back. Turning his head he was nose to nose with Claira, their breaths mingled she smelt like mint where he could only guess his breath smelt like as from not brushing his teeth. He gave her a tired smile and chuckled.

"What's funny?" he repeated after her, his voice came out horse, his throat burned with thirst. "It smells like wet dog in here. Hahaha he," Diego nodded his head towards the man that now was leaning in the doors entrance watching both Claira and him. "smells like wet dog. Ha." Diego's laugh came out ragged as he coughed.

"Is that right? Then what do I smell like hum?" Like heaven, sweet and wonderful, he wanted to say but he wasn't really going tell her that.

He gave her his best winning sarcastic smile. "You young lady smell like sweet pussy." And in a flash the young man who he noticed now was the same man from the bus was now in front of him. In one solid move that made any professional boxer proud, connected his fist with Diego's face. His nose flared with pain, the young mans eyes shown a bright gold he was furious growling at Diego, but all Diego could do was laugh.

"You piece of s**t!" The man was shaking with rage, and Diego could see the change starting to take hold.

"Jason!" Claira stepped in between both men blocking Jason from Diego. "Don't, don't do it, its -."

"Don't you dare say its ok! He insulted you! This leach insulted you and your just going take it!" He was fuming now. Diego didn't understand at first then he realized it. This Jason was standing up for Lucas daughter because he was in love with her. But she clearly didn't seem him the same way.

Diego busted out in to a fit of laughter. "You don't...Ha...You don't get it, do you?" his breathing was ragged, his throat felt like someone made him swallow a fist full of glass. Jason stopped to look Diego over, and all Diego could do was give him a s**t eaters grin. "She doesn't see you (sniffle) the same ways you see her." Diego huffed, he could feel blood trickle out of his nose from when Jason punched him. His nose was probably broken but he didn't care. He licked his lips and tasted his own blood on them. Worse mistake, it just made him more thirst. Jason pushed past Claira and tried to hit Diego again, but Claira took hold of his arm, pulling him back.

"You don't know anything! Stupid Leach!" Jason's eyes glowed as his body shook again.

"Calm down Jason, he's just trying to push your buttons." Clairas voice was a low whisper, as she started to drag Jason away, and out the door. She wrapped her arms around his chest then moved with fast speed so that she was in front of him. "Hey... Hey.. look at me Jason. Look at me. Don't listen to him, don't give him that benefit." She cooed to him, as if trying to quell a child who was throwing a tantrum. Diego continued to laugh, but it wasn't a normal laugh no, it was more deranged as if he was loosing his mind. He was tired, and blood thirst.

"Oh, I know enough to see a helpless cause when I see one. She doesn't love you pup!" Diego kept egging him on hopping he'd get close enough. Close enough that Diego could sink his teeth into.

"I said Shut UP!" Jason roared out he was now midshift, his hands and face were taking on the form of his wolf. This made Diego smirk, the boy has no restraint no patients or calmness. If it were him it would have taken more then taunting to make Diego shift.

Claira started to panic, she didn't want Jason to shift in the small cell, plus they didn't get any information out of Diego yet, and she had to try. She cried out for help and she could hear large heavy foot steps in the hall running to them. Two men the same height with the same face came in, took one look at Jason and acted fast, one grabbed him by the back of his collar while the other took Clairas place in front of him and pushed him out the door, into the hall and away from the cell. Diego watched in triumph, and chuckled to himself. Another man came in and talked to Claira.

"Take him out make him walk it off." Claira said in a stern tone.

"What about you?" The new man jerked his head to Diego, while still looking at Claira.

"I'm fine Knox, I can handle myself." She closed the door once Knox left, and turned around to face Diego, as she leaned her back against the door she sighed heavily with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes to stare at Diego.

They both watched each other in silence. No one moved, and no one spoke, until Diego gave her a half hearted smirk. She walked up to him, and with lightning speed slapped Diego across the face, making his head turn, and his vision blurred in the process. He hissed, turning to face her, he felt the sting of a busted lip now, she was heavy handed he gave her that.

"Is that all you got pretty lady?" Diego spat at her taunting. Her scent was almost suffocating now, as it filled the room now that they were the only two there.

She narrowed her eyes at him, "Why did you have to do that?" her voice was hard and irritated.

"Listen little lady, someone had to tell him you were not interested in him, or am I wrong?" Diego shrugged making the chains jiggle, as he shifted to readjust and get some form of comfort.

She stepped closer to him invading his space. "All you Leeches are heartless." She grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled his face back exposing's his neck. Diego gave a warning hiss, letting his fangs enlarge giving her the full view of them.

"Keep doing that and I might assume your flirting with me. At least buy me dinner first." She tugged his hair for emphases, and he chuckled once again continuing to smile at Claira. She was witty, he liked that in women, if only the situation was different.

"You would like that wouldn't you?" He retorted, giving her a wink.

"I heard about you. You don't stick to your own kinds bed, but you'll sleep with my kind as well." In her eyes were pure disgust." He could see that she hated him, it made sense they were enemies after all, but somewhere in his chest it hurt to see the way she looked at him. Why? He was a heartless monster, he had no feelings.

"I've had my share of women." was all Diego said with a smirk, he licked his lips, "Your all the same though, once I hit that sweet spot, you all purr like kittens."

She gripped his hair tighter and pulling a blade from her pocket placed it on his neck, sliding it so it rested at his adams apple.

"Oh, now we're on to the kinky stuff? Ha" He breathed, and swallowed the lump that now formed his his throat. "I like it, but sorry sweetie I'm not a bottom." He wasn't sure if she would actually use it, but he like this game they were playing.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you were scared Diego." Claira bent down so she was now eye level with Diego.

"Ha scare, this is nothing, I'm actually enjoying myself." But Diego was scared, he was scared that he wasn't going to be able to get out, and they would keep him, or kill him.

"Right." She let him go with a shove of his head. Diego rolled his neck, and cleared his throat. She walked away only to turn back and smile at him. He looked at her curiously, what did she had in mind to make her smile like that.

But there it was, the smell, metallic goodness, but it was also more. More tempting then the others he drank from, it made his mouth water, made his heart race and his throat burn. She held the blade in her hand stained with her blood, her arm trickled with scarlet liquid. She smiled at him as she watched Diego's face turn and twist. He felt his teeth poking his bottom lip as his eyes shined bright purple. He snapped towards Claira and she just smiled at him not fazed. He pulled and thrashed at the chains to try and get to her.

"See your nothing but an animal." He lifted her arm in front of him a few feet away letting her blood drop like light rain in front of him.

He hissed at her pulling on the chains that held him they were tearing at his flesh now and his thirst was getting the better of him, but he couldn't stop. "What are you! Ugh, I need it!" Diego shouted he kept pulling on the chains. He looked like a monster, the monster he was made to be. What was she? She wasn't a normal shifter, her blood called to him. When he slept and bleed shifters their blood never called to him like hers did. Could she be a born?

"I'm not a monster like you." She walked up to him and held the knife above Diego's head, scarlet line dripped down the blade to the tip, Diego opened his mouth trying to lap up what he could. "Look at you, practically begging for this. And you don't care who's it is."

It wasn't true, he cared because her blood was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Sweet nectar and he couldn't get enough of it. Diego licked his lips trying to lap at the little blood that trickled into his mouth. She pulled the knife away and he whispered growled. More! he wanted more of this women, more of her blood that tasted like liquid chocolate on a cold day.

Claira watched his eyes as they shifter back and forth, from a light purple to a bright purple and back again. Diego shook his head and watched Claira blinking his eyes trying to focus. Diego tried to rein in his hunger, he was never this out of control, he prided him self on self restraint, but right now he was no better then that pup who was here earlier. Diego shook himself, he had never been like this before, he had never let his hunger get the best of him until now. How many days has it been since he last ate anything? How long has he gone with out blood? He looked to Claira and gave her an apologetic look, while still grappling with his thirst.

"I swear I'm never this bad." he hung his head, and shuttered, looking at the chains on the floor. He felt somewhat ashamed. He may be a monster but he had better self restraint. "How long have I been here?" his voice was a whisper growl, the fire in his throat was starting to quell. Looking up to that Claira who had a towel around her cut wrist. She eyed him for a second, walking back to the wall to leaned against it one more time.

"4 days, we've held you for 4 days." Her voice was a whisper now. He watched her in complete and utter shock, 4 days, he was held 4 days straight. He had never gone 4 days with out eating, human food or other.

"I'm hungry." Was his only response. Claira looked at him, and thought for a second.

"I can't feed you. I'm under orders to see how long it'll take before your animal side takes over." She sighed, "If you want food, we need information Diego."

"Please," his voice was no louder then a whisper. He looked at her pleading, he had an ack in his stomach that wasn't going away now with the realization of how long its been since he last ate any food. Not to mention his throat burned from thirst.

"I cant."

"Please, just a little I swear ill give you something in return."

That was music to her ears. Claira looked around, then down at Diego. "How can I trust you?"

"I always keep my word when I give it. I'll give you info, after all who better to get information from then me."

Claira watched Diego for a few seconds then stepped closer to him. "I get two questions for every ounce."

"Done." He smiled at her and pulled at his chains again. "Let me go, and ask your questions."

"No, chains stay on. You want blood? You play by my rules understand?" She gave him a pointed look.

They sized each other up but Diego just nodded in response. She stepped closed held her wrist out to Diego, just a few inches from his mouth. He looked at her wrist then up at her. Was she really offering herself to him? It was like sticking cake in front of a fat person, and telling them not to eat it. Clairas face was set with determination, she wasn't scared of Diego nor was she backing down.

"What are you doing?" He watched her carefully.

"Giving you my blood." Her eyes flickered getting brighter the green flecks in them shown bright like emeralds.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because...if I...nothing no I said no."

"So now your going back on your word?" she was pushing him, and her knew it. Her arm fell to her side, as she put the rag with her blood in her pocket.

"That's not what I meant. I can't...I...If I feed from you and don't finish you off there will be a connection." Diego watched her the whole time, seeing if she would falter. But she didn't, she never twitched nor moved a muscle. Her eyes didn't show any hesitation, and he had to give her credit she wasn't a scared bunny.

"And your point is?" She asked him, Claira knew what she was doing, what would happen and yet she still offered. Using the dagger she drew it across her already healing wound to get it to bleed once again. She moved her arm and offered her wrist to him again, a hairs breath from his mouth. "If you don't do it now I'll heal, and have to cut myself again, I wont offer myself up a third time. Ill let you starve."

Diego moved so now his lips were brushing against her wrist and cut. The blood smeared across his lips almost making him look like he wore the perfect shade of lip stick. Her scent was amazing, his eyes flared with bright purple again. Looking up at her for a split second, he opened his mouth and watch her reaction as she trailed his tongue along the cut. She shuttered involuntary, the movement sent a flicker of desire threw Clairas body, straight to her p***y. He maybe a blood sucker, but he was still a man.

It was like fireworks were going off in his mouth. Her blood exploded in his mouth as he covered the cut with his lips, and suckled softly. It was like a man in the desert drinking water for the first time in months. Her blood soothed the burning feeling he had in his throat. He was on Cloud 9, like drinking warm sweet chocolate. He ran his tongue over her wound making it bleed more. Her blood was different from the others Diego had, her blood was sweet, the perfect kind of sweet one finds in candy. At fist Claira wasn't fazed by him drinking from her, but as soon as she felt his lips on her wrist, her knees buckled under her, and her body shivered again and she moaned.

Diego knew this was the pleasure part of feeding vamp give to its willing prey, it makes the process pleasurable almost s****l so both party's aren't struggling and when the prey dies, it not with fear but bliss. He smiled while sucking, he could hear her moans, and they made him excited. He moaned as well at the taste of her, he never wanted this moment to end, never wanted to taste any one else but her again.

Feeling light headed she gripped his head for support and leaned into him. His hair was soft even for being lock in a cell for 4 days and not showering. He didn't smell like the rest of the Vamps did. For Claira he smelt like earth and sun. Most Vamps smelt like death or something rotten, but not Diego. She knew he was a born vamp, Donas made that very clear by making him prince. Diego was like royalty since he was the only born Vamp to ever live.

She moaned again louder this time, a warm feeling started to spread from her core. She wanted to touch her self, fell if she really was warm and wet. Diego could feel her want, her need for him, but he was chained. He couldn't do anything with arms stuck to his sides. He leaned into her stomach while still drinking from her wrist, her scent was intoxicating, and her blood was addiction.

Claira felt diegos head on her stomach and that mere contact, and the built up please he was giving her from drinking almost made her c*m right then and there. That thought made her freeze, the have that Diego was creating had made her too comfortable with him. What was she thinking, he was the enemy, but her body betrayed her and wanted him with a burning fire. She had never wanted anyone more then she wanted Diego. She pulled her wrist away from him, making him whimper softly. The warmth she felt through out her body was slowly leaving her as she shook her head to clear her mine. He was not satisfied with the little trickle she had given him, he wanted more, more because it was in his nature to want more and finish, more because he was now addicted to her blood. But she knew better, she wanted answers, and she would get them.

Her breathing ragged, as she watch Diego, bother seemed surprised with each other, He gave her his charming smile while licking his lips. Those lips, Claira shivered watching Diego's tongue trace his bottom lip she wanted things done to her With that mouth of his, she shook her head again, and took a step back. No, she couldn't he was a Vamp, and her a lycan.

In the back of her head she felt a small pressure that slowly started to spread as if she were getting a head ack. She tressed her palm to her head, and took another step back. Her ears started to ring, it felt like something was invading her senses.

"Wha - what's going on with me?" She looked at Diego then down at herself. Her body felt warm and that feeling of want, no need for Diego was starting to come back in full force now. He legs felt weak, her core started to throb. She put a hand on her stomach, she wanted to do much more then touch her stomach, but not in front of Diego.

"Its the connection. What are you feeling?" She shook her head not wanting to tell him. He smiled again and chuckled "You feeling hot? Maybe even a tingle somewhere, down south?" He gave her a pointed look at her stomach then went down lower to were her p***y throbbed. She covered her self, feeling almost exposed by him watching her. "And when you look at me you want me?" He continued to smirk as she stared at him.

"How?" She stepped away from him, and continued to walk backwards until her back hit the wall, before let her body slid down. She sat on the floor in front of him, hopping the space between them would calm her body from going into overdrive.

"Its happened before." He rolled his neck again and watched Claira. It wasn't just her the connection was effecting. He may be chained but Diego was suffering just as well. His pants though ripped and torn from being held for four days, were restricting blood flow to his c**k. It was painful for him, his erection was pressing hard against his pant zipper. He tried to shift his legs but he couldn't get far. Diego watch Claira like she watched him, no neither one made a move, Maybe it was the connection that made her more beautiful, but the way her black hair fell perfectly around her peach face, the way she bit her lip trying to control her desire for him. It was a turn on, she was turning him on.

"Answers." She breathed, she brought her knees to her chest squeezing her legs together.

Diego just nodded, "Ask."

"Is it just you, are you the only born?" She sat up and held the towel to her wrist again.

Diego shook his head, "They couldn't handle one of me, imagen if there were 2 or more." She smiled at his remark, he was funny, in a sarcastic asshole kind of way. But when she felt the smile on her face it quickly vanished. She was trying not to think he was cute or funny, and Diego found that amusing. "But yes there is only one of me. And I'm the only son of Donas."

Claira got up walked towards the door, then looked back at Diego. "Ill be back tomorrow."

"Can't stay away from me?" He smirked watching her.

"Ill be back with more questions."

Diego licked his lips, anticipation was thick on his face, he would look forward for tomorrow. "I'll be waiting little wolf."

She watched Diego for a second, his chest heaved as he tried to engrave her scent in his mind. Every time he took in a breath, his muscles tightened. His skin...Fair skin, with a light tan that was licked with lacerations from his torture. For a second she imagen what it would be like to have his bare skin against hers.

"Like the view?" She looked away from his body back up to his face to see he had a raised eyebrow at her, catching her staring. She shook her head and looked away.

"Tomorrow, be ready." She opened to the door and with out a second glance was gone. Leaving Diego in his cold, dark, empty cell.