The Rogue's Mate

Raphael Garcia

"Aiyana Mitchell. The night worlds Number one Bounty hunter for hire." Raphael's smooth, velvety voice would flow from the chair behind his desk. To his left, sat on the arm of his chest was what she could presume was his small cover's latest walking meal. A hooker so it looked. She wore nothing but thin black lace panties. Her breasts were out, Her n*****s standing at attention due to the cool, crisp air. The vampires like their homes..cool. It makes the heart pump faster, It makes it easier to feed. The woman seemed to be in a delirious state as she smiled up towards the ceiling to some unearthly place no doubt. Her strawberry blonde hair was thrown up into a messy bun revealing her long, supple neck. Ana could already see a bite mark with 2 much deeper holes where the canines were situated. 

Ana could smell the woman's arousal, as well as the sweet smell of blood. One of the things that made Ana cursed, was her thirst for blood. She had to survive like that of a vampire. By drinking the human's life source. She hated it. When her eyes finally landed on Raphael he was smirking at her. His dark chocolate eyes resting on her own emerald ones. He was a handsome man. Golden kissed skin, Jet black hair, Brown eyes and a muscular body being trapped beneath the black suit he wore. Raph shoved the girl from his chair, one of his many guards catching her from landing on her face and escorting her out. "The rest of you, Out," he said sharply, his eyes never leaving her own. 

She raised her brow at the male as if to say ' Well I'm here, what do you want? '. It wasn't until after the guards had left and his door had closed then he got to his feet and rounded his desk. "How is it wherever I see you after a spell you seemed to become more beautiful by the day." He said, his eyes freely roaming her body as if it had already belonged to him. Ana let a soft sigh leave her lips, her eyes rolling ever so slightly. "Haven't we established Raphael that flattery gets you nowhere?" She pointed out. "Especially matters of the heart." She could feel Raph's smile from behind her as he began to circle her like a predator did its prey.

"Since when did getting you into my bed have anything to do with matters of the heart, Ana. I'd of called it matters of the Flesh. Doesn't that god-like body beg for someone to touch it? For someone to graze there fingers across that, smooth..white skin of yours?" he said, trying his damndest to seduce her once more. "Not really, No." just like that she crushed his dreams. "You are a tough one. I'll have you yet," he muttered as she walked to the edge of his desk and rested back on it. "Back to the matter at hand," he began. "I've been informed by some friends of mine that a litter of rabid's have made their home in the old mining caves north of Anaheim, California. They sent two of their best, Never dame back, I sent four of mine, Never came back. Can you Handle This?" He asked raising a brow at her. 

Ana smirked. "Of course I can." she said, Excited.