The week had gone by lonely, my pride and anger refusing to give in. Dorian had crossed the line and I wasn't sure, even with what I felt for him, that I'd be able to forgive him.

All this time… He'd known I was close all this time and yet he kept pulling me away from any sort of real lead. How could he? He knew how much this all meant to me. He knew it was my reason for everything I had done in my life and yet still…

My logic told me he had to have had a reason but I wasn't listening to my logic right now. We just weren't on speaking terms as well. I wasn't willing to give in and even call him to talk to him and he made no effort to so much as contact me in any way the entire week after the fight.

It had been a long week and I didn't see the next week going any different. We both had too much pride to apologize or make the first move to talk again. Until one of us swallowed our egos, we would not so much as speak unless forced to in a business setting.

Working hard and long hours had filled my week anyway and it was past midnight before I staggered home, exhausted and knowing that the next few weeks would be just like this at work as well. I had a tour coming up with the band and I had a lot of things to get done before leaving the business in Remington's hands for six entire months. I hadn't any time to look in to any new leads and I wasn't sure what would happen if I had gone out. Surely, since he was so adamant before, Dorian would stop me somehow and I shuddered to think what he would do if we weren't on speaking terms.

I passed by the doorman and my own guard with not even a grunt of greeting as I went up to my flat, unable to see straight as I was so tired. Long hours weren't good on the skin and

I could feel my face getting deeper wrinkles each day I came home this late.

I hadn't the strength nor will to even put my things away properly as I entered my place, dropping my briefcase and sliding out of my jacket only to leave them on the floor where they'd fallen. The bed called to me but I knew if I was sober there would be no sleep for me. All I could think about was that argument and what Dorian had been keeping from me as I lie there, my frustration and anger trumping over sleep.

Alcohol helped me sleep. It numbed me and I welcomed it as if it were an awaiting lover, arms open wide.

My fridge was stocked with more sake and assorted spirits than food these days and I grabbed the nearest bottle. Removing the hindering cork, I took a long, deep swig of the cold liquid, nearly moaning in relief as it ran down my gullet and into my belly where it sat, warming me pleasantly.

I stood in my kitchen, loosening my tie a bit as I drank more straight from the mouth of the bottle. Before I could take more than two breaths, the bottle was empty and I found myself eagerly reaching for a second.

Uncorked and ready for my receiving, I took the first gulp of my second bottle as I padded into the bedroom, knowing my bed was waiting for me.

I stopped in the doorway, my eyes adjusted to the darkness as I'd not even bothered with the lights, staring at the empty bed. While it called to my weary body it felt so cold and empty, causing me to take another chug before facing it.

I kicked off my shoes on the way, stumbling a bit as I kicked them aside. I'd just sleep in my suit, too tired to bother undressing tonight and besides, it would mean I'd have to take a hand off the bottle. That was never going to happen.

As I neared the bed, I pulled the elastic band from my hair, letting it fall down around my shoulders. I ran a hand through it, shaking it out as I approached my bed.

I never made it on to the bed, however, slamming into the nearby wall. The mostly empty bottle of sake dropped from my hand, falling to the floor where it broke and began to seep into the carpet.

Putting my hands on the wall I attempted to push back, my brain fuzzy from need of sleep and alcohol, only to find that I could do no such thing. I tried again, my face pressed against the cold, dark plaster as I groaned with the second effort.

Someone was at my back, I finally deduced, feeling an arm pinning me there. I swore and squirmed, futility trying to get out of their grip.

A hand went to my hair, grabbing a bunch of it as it pulled my head back and to the side, hard, cold lips forcing themselves upon mine. The taste of lavender and freshly dug dirt washed over me and I growled, pulling to overcome his lips.

"You bastard…" I hissed, my eyes tearing from how hard my hair was being pulled. "You can't just have me whenever you want me…. I'm not yours." I doubled my efforts to get the vampire off me but he didn't budge an inch.

I heard a low growl bubble up from inside of him as he pulled my hair back even more, once again taking my lips in force.

I screamed into the kiss, struggling against him. He wasn't going to win this. I would not give him the satisfaction of having me at his will.

My unwillingness seemed to frustrate him even more as he let go of my hair, pushing me harder up against the wall, reaching for the back of my pants.

I tried in desperation to elbow him but it was no use. I let out another scream as he ripped the pants off the back of me, exposing my bare ass.

So that was it? If I wasn't willing he was just going to rape me then? Like hell I was going to make it easy for him! I grunted in a last ditch effort, his own zipper sounding as he undoubtedly removed his trousers, to push against the wall with my hands. With my eyes pinched shut I put all my effort into getting away, feeling something hot and liquid run through me.

Slowly I was pushing back against him and gaining ground even when I felt him put more strength in to holding me down. I would not let this happen without putting up as much fight as I had in me! My pride was too large, my will too strong to just give in to him.

I was nearly at a full arms length away from the wall when I finally opened my eyes. I looked at my shaking arms, eyes growing wide as the moonlight struck a metallic sheen coming off of them. The shaky limbs shined brilliant silver as if made of steel and I even heard Dorian's breath hitch in surprise.

I was too awed to realize it before it happened, the wall giving out to all the pressure. It cracked around my hands and it startled me, my face returning to the wall as my arms returned to mere flesh, giving in.

Still feeling him at my back, undeterred by the freak incident, I cried out to him. "Stop! Dor-!" My cries changing into a wail as he pierced me from behind.

"You are mine."

Tears rolled out of my eyes freely and my legs quaked as I clawed desperately at the wall. The pain was excruciating despite how well my body had adapted to his. He had become an animal, taking what it wanted no matter the consequences.

I continued to scream and cry, wondering why he felt he had to do this and wondering where my guard was as he continued in his assault. I plead with him for what seemed like hours, wanting the pain and hurt to stop.

My efforts to get free weakened the longer he pounded into me and when he pulled my hair back again to kiss me I hadn't the strength to resist.

What was worst of all, even over the fact he had forced himself and that it hurt intensely was that my body was actually responding positively to it. I felt my hard cock sliding up against the wall, cursing it for betraying me.

I had really thought my erection the worst until my body continued on against me to begin enjoying the hard thrusts fully, my cries changing to moans.

How could both Dorian and my body be so cruel, my hips moving back against the thrusts, wanting more. I felt a delirium wash over my tired, broken spirit and I hadn't the mental nor emotional strength to fight against it.

My legs widened, my mind giving in to my body and its desires. The hand holding me to the wall had loosened but I didn't try to get away, now sick with need of him. He was raping me yet I liked it and wanted it now. My inner thoughts called me insane, mad but was overwhelmed by my cries of pleasure.

Before I knew what hit me I was climaxing, my seed jetting out all over the wall while my body still moved back against his. He didn't finish with me, as he had done so many times before, remaining in his constant penetration.

The vampire didn't let up, didn't finish for himself until my legs gave out completely. He held me up as he finally orgasmed, forcing as much of himself as could fit, overfilling me.

Without affection or comfort he pulled out, letting me crumple uselessly to the floor. I fought off the darkness, almost sure he was going to leave me there on the ground, in my own jism, until he finally lifted me.

I felt the cool sheets against my hot skin, a heavy blanket enveloping me as the blackness finally claimed me for its own.