Well, here's the second part of chapter 2 of Father Figure.

Sister Of The Pharaoh: (Yay! I have to admit, I had no idea your were going this way with this. Very interesting, I hope you update this soon, I can't to read more!) Thank you! I'm glad you're loving this story so far. :) Plus, I like making up the story as I go along – especially if it's a story about a vampire.

Warning: there is a lemon in this chapter. Don't like, skip down.


Previously...

As Yami spoke, his emotions – anger, frustration against violent men and hurt – spilled out like blood flowing in a crimson river and then over a waterfall before her.

Chloe blinked. Did he just read my mind?

Yami smiled. "Of course I can read your mind, Chloe."

He then watched, smiling still, as she then thought it over – taking her time, of course. Finally she made up her mind and put her hand into his. Soon after, his hand closed over hers.

"You have decided," he said, and then gently pulled her close into a hug.


Ba da ba da da da ah ya ya
Ba da da da ba ba ee ah
Ba da ba da da da ah ya ya
Ba da da da ba ba ee ah

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea
You became the light on the dark side of me
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill
But did you know
That when it snows
My eyes become large and

the light that you shine can be seen

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me, you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and

the light that you shine can be seen

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey

(Instrumental)

I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
I've been kissed by a rose
I've been kissed by a rose on the grey,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grey

There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby

But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and

the light that you shine can be seen

Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey

Yes, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grey

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom… on the… grey...

-Seal, Kiss from a Rose

After leading her to the bedroom, Yami picked Chloe up bridal-style, carried her to the bed and laid her down on it. Then, after removing her clothes as well as his, he then decided to leave his cape on (as it was quite long enough).

Finally, he got on top of her. Chloe felt a little bit shy, and moved her arms to cover herself. But Yami stopped her, gently pulling her arms away.

"Don't be shy," he purred, smiling encouragingly at her. "You're beautiful."

Chloe blushed a little. He knew what to do with a woman behind a bedroom door, as well as how to charm a girl. She knew that for sure.

"May I take you?" he asked.

Smiling, Chloe nodded. "Yes, of course."

*****Start of Lemon*****

Her smile was all it took to encourage him. Gently gripping her shoulders, Yami pushed his manhood into her and slowly began a rhythm that felt so familiar to her. But at the same time, it felt so... foreign. Unknown. Like she was watching herself from afar, which she knew victims of rape also do, as she had read all about that. But this was different; this was consensual.

She closed her eyes, and soon felt Yami's manhood smoothly moving in and then out of her, growling as he did. Luckily, his black cape was definitely the right length to cover the both of their unclothed bodies. So she didn't have to worry about using the bedsheets anyway. She looked up at Yami, and saw the triumph in his eyes. He knew her. He knew her desires and needs as a woman.

His knowledge of the carnal was vast, his experience immense. And his intuition of Chloe's own desires was innate as well. But all he had known in the Vampire times before were the bestial mating passions of blood, the feral fury of his own kind – the wanton, the voluptuous, the desperate, and the blood-stirring dances of demons.

His familiar territory was of animal passion black as night, livid red as blood, as filled with hate and bloodlust as much as physical want. He knew the scratch of nails, the bite of teeth, the tearing and pounding of flesh, the dark gasps and screams made glorious by lust and sin.

His body was love in motion, his mouth drawing sweet poetry over her body, creating great songs within her soul. He found himself trembling, a thing he had at first thought to be impossible, and his heart soared.

All the sensations and emotions sweeping through him felt impossible as well. He didn't know how he knew. He just knew. Probably a premonition of sorts, maybe.

All the while, they were careful, quiet, and aware of their surroundings even as they let themselves go.

Touching her, reveling in the almost-forgotten sensation of sinking into her warmth, and looking into her eyes at that moment, he could not be the great Vampire of legend, the demon that masqueraded as a human, but a teenager of flaws, of weaknesses, of desperate needs and of aching vulnerability.

She saw it all, caressed all wounds, kissed all pains. As he madly kissed at her own pains and torments, softly and gently stripping her of all fears and sorrows, the past was redeemed, and the centuries of blood were worth it to have her once more. With her, he was transformed and in the soft hush of the bedchamber, he felt truly human again. Living once more.

Finally, just as they reached climax, Yami fell on top of Chloe, while she caressed his back. He felt sated and complete, and at least for now, so were his desires and needs as a man.

*****End of Lemon*****

Finally, after pulling out of her and pushing himself up using his palms, Yami then turned to Chloe and smiled, running his slim fingers through her hair, drinking in her beauty.

He then asked, "Are you ready for this, Chloe? I know that once it's done, there's no going back."

"Yes, Yami. I'm ready," replied Chloe, and he could tell she meant it. Then she turned her head aside, exposing the white skin of her throat.

Yami took that as his cue, bared his fangs, plunged downwards, buried them into Chloe's neck and began to drink, her crimson life force rolling over his red tongue. Chloe, however, felt no pain; instead, all she felt was pleasure. Pure, ultimate pleasure.

Bliss. Ecstasy. Heaven. Euphoria.

In other words, Yami knew that whatever mortals called it, it meant the same thing, just as it always did.

He knew. After all, he believed that, in his words, "no woman is a man's prize; they are a treasure that should be cherished and protected, taken care of, fought for and nurtured". He also believed that women are warriors as well, having seen a person make a woman angry by insulting her man, her children and her friends, and the person doing the insulting had gotten a taste of what a woman was as a warrior.

He knew this because he had read the book Captivating: Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman's Soul, which was written by John and Stasi Eldredge. A fine book that one is. Perhaps I should read it more often.

Yami then pulled himself out of his thoughts while also pulling his fangs out of Chloe's throat; he felt he had drunk enough blood for now. After focusing on clearing away his blood lust while licking his fangs clean, he then looked at Chloe, concerned if he had drunk too much.

However, his concerns were unfounded when she looked up at him, smiled and said, "It's OK, Yami. You didn't drink too much of my blood – only half of it."

Hearing those words made Yami feel much better. He then bent and placed his mouth over hers in a kiss that was anything but innocent. It was more like in a sensual way. Finally he pulled his mouth away and gave her an encouraging smile, while letting his fingers trace patterns over her soft (and to him, beautiful) skin.


Well, sorry I had to cut this chapter so short. I decided to because I wanted to save the part where Yami sires Chloe for another chapter. Hope you don't mind. :)

I dedicate this story to Crystalstorm and Sister Of The Pharaoh as they are such good friends in reviewing this story, and because they leave such nice feedback. :)

Anyway, read and review, please. :)

~Nightcrawlerlover