Ferox considered himself a vampire of refined tastes. It was one of the reasons he particularly enjoyed the the symphony and kept the viciously expensive season tickets. What could be more refined than the symphony? He took a breath of the cold, smoggy New York air as he strolled down the crowded sidewalk. It was just past eleven, but New York City was the city that never slept, no? It was still early for them, he supposed. It was early for him as well.

A lean man of slightly less than average height, wearing an expensively tailored three-piece suit (black), and a calf-length black wool overcoat, Ferox looked like one of the many rich businessmen populating the enormous city. Not that it mattered. In a town like this, he could well have been wearing nothing but a large pair of fake bunny ears and he would have hardly earned a second glance.

Though he looked as though he were simply wandering at random, he wasn't. There had been a family at the orchestra that had caught his eye. Tourists, of course, but he had heard them speaking of the music in terms that suggested familiarity, if not expertise. It had captured his curiosity. He kept his eye on them as he discreetly followed a number of paces behind, waiting for them to hail a cab or, perhaps, return to their own vehicle.

He had some nice, private plans for the rest of the evening--plans that had nothing to do with refinement.

Saya looked happier than ever on her fifteenth birthday. Her parents had been saving the money to go to New York, and it was a total surprise for her as her father showed her the tickets to the New York Philharmonic. She knew full well that the Philharmonic was one of the best orchestras in the U.S., and she jumped at the chance to see the concert. It was her dream to join a professional orchestra.

She was dressed in her nicest black dress with a pair of matching heels, and a waist length coat keeping her somewhat protected from the elements. "Thank you so much!" She said for the fifteenth time as they walked into the concert hall. She caught a glance at a guy that gave her the creeps, but shook it off. After the concert she spoke with her parents about it as they walked out oblivious to the man following them.

The last and probably the most surprising gift of the night was the flute from the lead flutist of the Philharmonic. Saya clutched it to her chest afraid that it was a dream, and that she'd wake from it at any moment. She and her parents walked down a quiet street towards the parking garage they were parked at, and Saya moved closer to her father. She told them that they should've parked closer to the concert hall, but all the other garages were packed full of concert goers and tourists.

OOC: Aww, Ferox isn't creepy! He keeps it all on the inside! ;) Ha!

The vampire eyed the little family, discreetly, still keeping several paces back and off to the side a bit. Tailing someone wasn't supposed to be quite as obvious as television shows made it out to be, after all. For all intents and purposes, he appeared to not even know the Tatsumis even existed.

He debated on where to take them. Here on the street was workable, but there were plenty of problems. Foot traffic was light, but it was there, and the zoning was residential enough that there was a chance a human could have their head out the window at the wrong moment. Of course, by the time the human police had responded, he could have been long gone, but three humans made the game more unpredictable. Still, there was little chance of them even making enough noise to attract attention should he decide t try it here... he wasn't some slobbering fledgling after all.

Yes, Ferox decided at last. Since he didn't know where they were going, this was as good of a place as any. Increasing his pace just enough to catch up with them, he moved so smoothly it seemed as though he was hardly moving at all. He laid his hand on the back of the girl's neck as he simultaneously gripped the father's arm, and twisted sharply to disable him. "I want you to be quiet," he said calmly, squeezing the little girl's neck slightly as he spoke. "Very quiet. And keep your hands where I can see them. If you don't do what I say, exactly as I say, I'm going to break her neck in half. Do you understand?"

OOC: He's creepy to her! lol.

IC: Saya was talking to her father about how she'd was going to do her best and join one of the orchestras, but as they were walking she felt as if someone was watching her. Glancing over her shoulder, Saya didn't notice anything, so she shook it off.

Her father beamed at her. "So, what did you think of the concert?"

Saya put on a huge grin. "I love it dad! Thank you!" She giggled remembering how it felt to shake the hand of the lead flutist. Then the feeling of being watched came again, but before she could do anything a man came up between her and her father, and grabbed her by the neck. Saya struggled but it wouldn't budge like it was a metal clamp rather than a hand, and she stared horrified as her father's arm was broken, and his breath came in ragid wheezes as he tried to keep himself from screaming in pain.

"Whatever you want...just let her go." Her father said, his voice tenser than she had ever heard it.

"Sora!" Her mother looked at the man horrified, but kept her voice low, though she was just about at the point where she was going to scream. "What do you want!?"

Saya struggled and got a glance at the man holding her. She remembered him at the concert, and now that she got a good look at him, she was terrified. He was pale, and just the look of him made her want to get away from him as quickly as possible. She whimpered and struggled more, but did her best to keep herself under control knowing that if the man broke her father's arm with such ease, her neck would be snapped like a twig.

Ferox smiled at the girl for a second, before turning his attention to the man again. "Good. You're playing along. Now... just keep walking." He smiled again as he added, "And nobody gets hurt... any more." Quickly, quietly, he began to herd them along, his body language so natural it almost appeared as though he simply belonged.

In a city like New York, it took the breadth of one street to go from a respectable part of town to a dangerous one. And Ferox knew the places where that verge was just that thin. It was almost surreal, how they went from relatively clean streets with good lighting to trash-filled ones with broken streetlights. Even the vaunted New York City police disliked parts of town like these.

The door to one of the more decrepit buildings creaked open as they neared it, and Ferox dragged them to it. It was pitch black inside, but Ferox could see just fine, which was fortunate as the pitted floor had caved in in some places. He didn't take them far, just to a large empty space that could have been used for anything once, but had long since been looted. The smell was quite disgusting, the warehouse having long ago been taken over by homeless humans. He gave Saya a shove, knocking her towards a corner out of the way. The man he drove to his knees, then fished around for the wallet. "So," Ferox asked conversationally, "Why have you come to New York... Sora?"

Saya was terrified, he had to pretty much carry her as her legs wouldn't work that well, but he handled her weight easily as if she didn't weigh anything. As they moved to a more decrepit part of the city. She clutched her flute close to her chest, and as they entered a building found herself in a corner. She backed away from the man as far as she could, and watched wide eyed as he forced her father onto his knees.

"I..." He gritted his teeth as the man asked him why he was in New York as if they were having a normal conversation. "It's...my daughter's birthday..." He groaned and clutched at the man's arm. "Please...whatever you want, let her go." He said gritting his teeth and breathing heavily. "God...please just don't hurt her." Saya's mother clutched at her husband's other arm. "Please..."

"Her birthday?" Ferox grinned, his pretty white teeth gleaming a little as he did. "Oh, good. I love parties." He shrugged out of his overcoat and suit jacket as he spoke, pulled off his tie to flick open a button on his crisp white dress shirt and roll up the sleeves. "So tell me, Sora, how old is she?" He sent a wink in Saya's direction.

As the man grabbed at him with his good arm, Ferox smiled and prised his fingers off. "Now, see, that's a contradiction right there," he told the man, slowly bending the fingers further and further back towards his wrist, "I'm going to do a number of nasty things to her... can't do them if I let her go, right?" As the bones in the man's hand began to shiver and snap underneath the pressure he was putting on them, Ferox smiled again, his fangs sliding down prominently as he did so. "I'll do you a favor, though, Sora. I won't make you watch." Viciously fast, he lunged, his fangs slicing into the man's throat so that the blood gushed out. Ferox drank greedily, his fingers tightening on the man's hand until the bones splintered completely and blood began to ooze from between his fingers.

Saya couldn't stop herself from trembling and cowering as far as she could into the corner. She watched horrified as the man winked at her shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. Saya was doing her best not to cry out, but as she watched as the man bent her father's fingers back and spoke about how he wanted to do a number of nasty things to her. Her eyes widened and she knew she should run, that she should get as far away as possible from him, but her body wouldn't move. She was paralyzed with fear as she watched fangs pop out of the man's mouth, like a vampire's.

Sora was screaming in pain now as his bones broke. All he could do was stare in horror as his throat was bitten. His screams became muffled gurgles as his hand was crushed, and he bled out in seconds. Gillian screamed and made a mad dash for the entrance forgetting about Saya and Sora, just running for her life.

Saya couldn't believe her eyes. It was as if she was watching a TV. Her voice sounded like it came from far away, and she didn't have control of her body. She just kept on screaming and clutching at her flute until her hands were starting to bleed.

Ferox's head whipped around as the woman made a dash for it, strings of blood dripping down his shirt as he dropped the dead weight of the man's body. With an animalistic snarl not unlike one that might have been heard from a wolf seeing easy prey, he leapt, covering the space in a blink of an eye--much further and faster than any human could ever hope of doing. Tackling her, he grinned ferally. He didn't allow himself to simply tear humans apart that often. Made it more fun when he did.

"Now now," he said in admonishment as he pulled her to her feet, pulling her back towards her husband's bloody corpse, "that's not very motherly of you, is it? Aren't mother's supposed to protect their children?" Ferox flung her to the ground in front of Saya. "Maybe I should make you watch," he mused, wiping at the blood on his face with his sleeve. The shirt was a complete loss anyway--it would be easier to buy a new one than to try to wash this one.

Saya stared at her father's corpse not paying attention to her mother as she left her. Her father was staring at her with dead eyes, and she couldn't pry herself away. She just stared not even feeling the blood dripping from her fingers, all she saw was her father.

Gillian screamed as she was tackled then dragged back to the corpse. "Please...please let me go..." She said begging desperately. "I don't want to die...please." She collapsed on her knees as the man spoke. "Oh God...just let me and Saya go." She grasped at the man's bloody shirt. "Please..." Gillian was desperate to get away, but she put herself between Saya and the strange man, the...vampire.

"Let you go?" Ferox offered a puzzled frown. "That wouldn't be much fun, would it?" He stroked her hair gently even taking a moment to breathe in the scent of her. His lips curved upwards into a grin. "You know what would be more fun?" his eyes on hers, he slowly drew a hand down her arm to her wrist before continuing, "breaking little pieces of you off until you die. You see, I don't often get a chance to just... break things. Like people. I forget how fun it is." So saying, he squeezed her wrist, tighter and tighter, as he had with her husband.

But it wasn't the parents he especially wanted to play with, at least not beyond the less interesting bits concerning how many things he could break before they died. The little girl was more interesting to the vampire... young humans were infinitely more malleable than grown ones. Ferox spun the mother so she faced the child, snapped his fingers for her attention. "Hey, you. What's your name?" he asked calmly.

Saya stared blankly at her father's corpse, and started rocking forward and backward, just staring at him not paying attention to anything else even as her mother knelt in between her and the strange man. She was vaguely aware of someone's voice.

Gillian looked helplessly at the man as she felt the bones in her wrist slowly break. She screamed and tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron, and it hurt even more when she was trying to pull away. She whimpered and moaned as her wrist wouldn't work anymore.

As the man snapped his fingers to get her attention, it felt as if she was waking from a bad dream, and screamed staring in terror at him as he asked her name. "S-S-S-Sa....Saya." She stammered still clutching at the flute, it was slick with blood.

"Saya," Ferox repeated thoughtfully. "That's a pretty name," the vampire told her with the sincerity strangers used when meeting in a supermarket. He gave her a little wink. "Wanna see something really cool?" he asked her, again, in that wildly out of place way--friendly, like the way a hired magician might ask a rapt group of children if they wanted to see a magic trick.

Putting one hand on her mother's shoulder, he gripped the woman's chin with the other. Ferox locked his eyes on the girl's, commanding her, "Watch this." And then... he simply began to pull both hands in opposite directions. Inevitably, flesh and tendon and bone simply could not stand up to his superior strength. Ferox ripped the woman's head right off, trails of blood and spine and all.

OOC: Dude... I've always wanted to rip someone's head off!

Saya was silent as he said that her name was pretty. She looked into his eyes, and she saw nothing of the sincerity that was in his voice. She was terrified, and just wanted to go home, she knew that her father was dead, and her mother wasn't far behind, and she would most likely be next.

Then the man asked if she wanted to see something really cool. All Saya could do was shake her head vehemently until his voice commanded her to. She couldn't resist, and watched as her mother's head was torn off. The woman was scrabbling desperately at the man's hands, trying to get them off as she screamed in agony, which became nothing but a gurgle then nothing as her head came off.

Saya screamed again pressing herself as far into the wall as she could, and couldn't take her eyes off the sight. Tears rolled down her face, and she started laughing. Tears were flowing down her face, yet she was laughing. Something broke inside her, and she just couldn't stop laughing as she looked at the headless corpse of her mother.

Ferox still held the woman's mangled corpse by the shoulder, cocking his head as the girl shrieked, alternating between tears and laughter. He still head the head, and studied it with the vague curiosity one might study a mildly inferior sculpture. The eyes were still open and, when he shifted his grip to hold it by the hair, the jaw dropped slackly open as well. He tossed it aside. The night's entertainment had run the extremes, hadn't it? From beautiful music to... unhinged screaming.

He knelt before the girl, his eyes flickering over her teary face. "Aw, now it's not so bad, love," the vampire assured her. He had the sense that she was just about gone... but wondered if she needed, perhaps, a final push... What to do? He glanced down at the headless body still held in his hand.

Well... perfect.

He pushed the bloody stump towards the girl. "Drink it."

Saya stared at the headless corpse shaking her head and screaming. It felt as if none of it was real, that her parents were going to walk in and say that it was all a joke, that it was one final birthday gift, but they didn't. They were both dead, and the man who did it observed the head of her mother like something he just got tired of throwing it off to the side.

She couldn't handle much more, one more little push, and she'd lose her grip on herself, it was quite the tenuous as it was. Looking up at the man as he told her that it wasn't so bad, but she knew it was. The little bit of herself trying to stay in control knew that. "Murderer!" She screamed as he knelt in front of her. Then she went into another fit of giggling trying to erase the image from her mind, but she couldn't. "N-N-no...nonononono..." Saya shook her head hard as hetold her to drink. "No..." She whimpered trying her damndest to look at anything but her mother's corpse or the man in front of her.

There was only so much the human mind could take. Some could take more than others, some a good bit less, but there was always a line in there. Once it was crossed... things went a little haywire. That was the area Ferox liked the most. It was the one where he could have the most fun... and he liked to have fun with the minds of humans.

This little girl... he had to admit she was doing well so far. In his experience, there weren't that many children who could see their parents get torn apart without going batshit-crazy. But she was almost there. He didn't want to scar her for life, after all, he wanted to wipe it all away and just leave the basics behind. In fact, he was beginning to think of it as a personal challenge.

As she shook her head, he simply grabbed it, pinching her nose shut with one hand as he jammed bloody flesh against her mouth with the other.

Saya kept on shaking her head no, and she stammered something, but it was unintelligible, and didn't make much sense at all. She knew that she was near her breaking point, but one little push from the man would send her crashing into nothingness, and she didn't want that, she just wanted to go home.

Then she felt him grab her head and pinch her nose closed as he shoved the corpse into her face. Her scream was muffled by the corpse, and she couldn't breathe through her nose, so she had no choice but to drink it. She tried to push him away as she tasted the coppery liquid fill her mouth, and she tried to spit it out, but she couldn't push the corpse away. Her body was trembling, and then she gave in, clutching at her mother's corpse, and drinking the blood from it.

After a minute she drank enough to make her sick, and she pushed away throwing up. Groaning she wiped her mouth on her sleeve, and just stared blankly at the man and the corpse.

Ferox watched interestedly as the girl finally began to drink, gagging a bit, but still swallowing, and let go of her nose. She retched immediately after, but then that was to be expected. She wasn't a vampire after all. As she slumped back against the wall again, the headless body of her mother practically sitting in her lap, Ferox figured there wasn't much more he could do. Leaving her, he stripped off his outershirt, to a white t-shirt. It still had blood on it, but not quite as much. He put his overcoat on over that.

Walking back to the girl, he booted the body aside, then simply tugged her into a standing position and draped his suit jacket over her to hide the blood on her. Lifting her easily, he walked out of the building. The rats would be coming soon, excited by the prospect of all that fresh meat waiting for them.

Saya wasn't aware at all of her mother's body in her lap. Her mind was too far gone for that, and she just stared blankly at the floor. She still had the flute, but it was loosely held in her hands until she felt the man pull her to a standing position, and it tumbled to the ground as her hands lay limply to her sides. She wasn't even aware of him picking her up, and walking out of there.

She was just nothing but an empty shell, her mind was blank, and she just didn't know what to do with herself other than breathe.

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Two years later:

Saya let out a sigh as she scoured the town house, she and her father, Scott Williamson. "Dad! Where'd you put my flute?" She called from the living room. "I had it right by the front door, and now I'm going to be late!" It was dusk outside, and she was getting ready to audition for a position on Demaitre's local orchestra. It was nowhere as good as the other orchestras she'd heard of, but it was definitely one of the only ones willing to give her a shot at auditioning.

Scott, a lean, young-looking man with dark hair and grey eyes leaned against the doorjamb as he watched Saya hunt for her flute. "I'm going to sell it," he told her, "It's a good flute, but you're better." Pushing off from the jamb, he moved towards her, holding out a long, slim black box. "This," he said with a smile, "This is the flute for you."

Inside was a beautiful flute, exquisite even, a master's flute. It was polished impeccably, and the metal was cool and smooth as satin. "Remember when I took that business trip to New York a while back? I got this for you there." Scott smiled, his stone-colored eyes crinkling a little at the corners. "It used to be owned by the lead flutist at the Philharmonic."

Saya gaped at Scott as he said he was going to sell her's. "Are you..." But her immediate frustration was cut off by his words. She took the black box from him, and opened it up barely able to contain herself as she gasped. It was beautiful, and she ran her fingers along it. She was dumbstruck as he mentioned that it was owned by the lead flutist of the Philharmonic. She'd always wanted to go see a show, but they never seemed to get to it.

She stared gaped mouth at it for another moment, and then she closed it and put it on a nearby chair before jumping on Scott wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately on the lips. She held onto him for a long moment before breaking away and blushing. "I'm sorry...thank you dad." She said with a slight giggle. She couldn't believe that he got it for her. "I don't know what to say..." She said caressing the box gently. Even that was exquisite, and she loved it.

Scott smiled at her reaction, which was akin to how a woman might react if presented with diamonds. "You're my girl," he said on a laugh as she leapt onto him, and returned her kiss just as passionately. "Hey, no 'sorries', alright?" He kissed her again, one hand running suggestively up her back, before he sighed and let her down.

"Now go, go get to your audition!" He grinned, adding, "Your talent, plus all the good luck that that flute has in it, and I won't be surprised if you come home having taken the Demaitre lead flutist's place."

Saya was a dork sometimes. She was passionate about music, and Scott supported her wholeheartedly. She also loved Scott, she loved him with every fiber of her being, and Saya never wanted to let him go. "I know...I just can't hold myself back sometimes." She said with a smile happy when he returned her kiss, and felt his hand run up her back. She groaned softly and let out a sigh as he put her down.

"Alright, you better be there! I might be too distracted if you aren't." She said with a slight grin kissing Scott on the cheek before grabbing her new flute, and running out of the door. She was wearing a nice black dress, and carried a pair of high heels in her other hand. On her feet were a pair of sneakers, but she needed something she could run in. The concert hall was a few blocks away, but she wouldn't be able to get there in time without taking a car. It was a good thing she knew how to drive, and drove at a reasonably fast speed, not enough to warrant being stopped by a cop, but not slow enough where she'd be late.

After putting her heels on, and making sure her dress wasn't unsettled, Saya walked into the concert hall and went through her audition with flying colors. The new flute was amazingly crafted, and playing it was as if it were an extension of herself. She poured her heart into the music, and afterwards she smiled brightly as the conductor and owner of the concert hall stood up clapping their hands. After a quick discussion, they told her that she was going to be given the second flutist position, as she was young, and that they knew that she could only go upwards from there.

The smile faded from Ferox's face as he watched her leave. She had talent. Gorgeous talent. He had seen talent and recognized it and knew that even she had little idea of how far she could go on her skills... He wondered when the day would come that she came to him with the offers to go someplace bigger, someplace... shinier. He was sure that she would, but didn't know how he would feel about it.

She was his, utterly and completely his. And, like a miser, he wanted to keep all that gorgeous talent to himself. Remembering that night in New York, he wanted to laugh. He hadn't had any idea what he'd gotten himself that night. But he knew now. And, like a human who caged a bird to keep its song to himself, he too wanted to keep her closed off, hidden from the world so she would play only for him.

Well, he decided at last, he would deal with that day when it came.

He clapped, almost silently, as she finished her audition, smiling widely. As she came out of the discussion with the conductor and owner, he pulled her into a hug--one that was a bit more chaste than the embrace they had shared earlier. "Congratulations."

If Scott wanted, Saya would stay with him forever, no going to class, no even going out and doing stuff that made her look like a normal girl in the eyes of the government. The only real reason she went out to these auditions, and even went to highschool, was because it kept up an image that she and Scott were a normal father and daughter, that they loved each other more than others made it more wrong to others.

After she finished speaking with the conductor and owner she looked up at Scott as he clapped. She didn't even notice him coming in. "Dad!" She hugged him tightly, like they practiced for public use. "Thank you! I was nervous, but I got second!" She said with a wide grin. "It might not be first, but they said that with more time I'll make it up there!" She kissed him on the cheek, and held the slim black flute case in her hand. Her feet were starting to ache from wearing her heels, she never liked wearing them, but then again she couldn't just go into a concert wearing sneakers. If it wasn't for Scott, she wouldn't have even gotten a chance to audition for the orchestra.

"That's great!" Scott said, beaming like any happy father would after learning his daughter had made second chair in an orchestra. He hugged her back, tightly, but keeping his hands in their socially acceptable place. "Let's take my car, back, OK? We can pick yours up later." He glanced to where the owner and conductor were still chatting, before adding, "We'll need to celebrate."

He fished around in his pocket for the keys to the Mercedes, his other arm around Saya's shoulders. "So, have they told you anything about your schedule, what you'll be playing, or anything like that?"

Saya grinned and kissed Scott on the cheek before letting go and crossing her arms behind her back. "Alright..." She smiled softly as he mentioned that they had to celebrate. "We definitely do." Saya said softly so only he'd hear her. "I'm looking forward to it.

As he asked about what her schedule was going to look like, and what she was going to be playing Saya kind of shrugged and rested her head on his shoulder. "No they haven't. They said they'd tell me tomorrow, and that I'd probably start at the orchestra's next concert, which'll be some time in the next few weeks." She said with a smile. She loved feeling Scott touch her, and she had a hard time of containing herself. "I hope you don't mind waiting for a little bit...I'm really happy I made it...I was really nervous." She said almost too hard to admit that she was nervous.

Scott pressed his lips to her hair as she admitted that she had been nervous. "It's only natural, darling," he said reassuringly, squeezing her shoulder slightly as they headed out towards the parking lot. It was a cool night, almost cold, but that was fine. They wouldn't be out in it for long. "It's a first step. Some day... you could even tour if you wanted to." He smiled.

"But for now..." here, outside and away from the eyes of others, he brought her closer, his mouth hungrily falling to hers, his hand skimming up her back. "I've been wanting you out of that dress ever since you put it on..." He laughed, unlocking the doors of the sporty car and holding hers open. "Wanna see how many speed limits I break on our way home?"

Saya couldn't wait to get away from prying eyes. As they walked out, and he explained that it was only natural, she smiled and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Maybe, but I'd rather just stay with you...I don't need any of this...I just need you." She said once they were out of earshot.

Then he kissed her hungrily and she returned it moaning slightly as he touched her. His touch always did that to her, just melt away everything. "Mmm...I always hated wearing high heels." She said as they parted. Saya couldn't help but grin as he said that he couldn't wait to get her out of it.

"I definitely do." She said as she took her heels off and entered the car as he unlocked it. "I can't wait to get home." She said with a smile as she kissed him again. "Maybe we can break a world record." She said with a laugh putting her seatbelt on.

"Aw... but you look so good in them," Scott said as she mentioned hating high heels. Closing the door behind her, he hopped in on the other side. "Especially when they're all you're wearing," he added with a slow smile. Then he grinned as he turned the key and the enjoy purred to life. "Buckle up, sweetie."

With a smooth snarl from the engine, he shot out of the parking space. Scott had to admit that, yes, the Mercedes had been a ridiculous indulgence. It was also damn fun. The car was like a black bullet as they shot back towards the townhouse. Scott didn't look towards Saya on the drive home. Didn't want to be distracted while going ninety on city streets, after all.

He whipped the car into the driveway with a cocky little grin, leaning over the seat to kiss Saya again, before unbuckling and hopping out of the car. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for her, keeping his hands to himself in case there were any nosy neighbors looking out their windows. But once inside...

Saya gave Scott a wicked little grin as he spoke about the heels. "Mmmm...they must've been made by masochists." She said buckling up as the door closed behind her. It was a beautiful car, and she was still somewhat amazed that they were able to live the way that they did. It wasn't that she wasn't grateful, it was all this talk about repressions and unemployment that kind of soured the mood for her, but she didn't let it affect her.

She whooped and clutched her flute to her chest as the Mercedes whipped around corners and sped through a number of traffic signals. Saya was amazed that they weren't pulled over. As they pulled into the driveway she let out the breath that she didn't realize she was holding and breathed in before returning Scott's kiss. She loved him, she loved him more than anything in the world, and she wouldn't hesitate to give her life to him. There was always this nagging feeling, like something deep down that told her something was amiss, but most of the time she ignored it. She had everything she needed.

As her lover and father opened the door for her, Saya stepped out gracefully even with the high heels on. She was always conscious of her appearance, especially in public. How else would she be able to hide how she and Scott were lovers? In her mind there was nothing wrong at all about that. "So...what should we do to celebrate?" She asked in her best daughter-to-father tone. Saya walked just a hair quickly to get to the door. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but they wouldn't be able to while they were outside.

Scott didn't reply, only smiled a little and ushered her inside. The second the door was closed, he dragged her against him, his mouth landing fiercely on hers. "This seems like a good way," he said at last, tugging at the straps of her dress so that it slid down to pool at her feet and she stood wearing almost nothing but the heels he liked so much.

He shrugged out of his suit jacket, then dragged at the tie, dropped them both to the floor. Buttons flew from his dress shirt as he pulled it open, undid his belt. He smiled again, a hungry, wolfish expression. "I want you to take off the rest," he said, his voice low, almost hoarse, his dark grey eyes roaming over body.

Saya's body was aching more and more as they walked up the driveway to the door. She wanted Scott with her whole being, and only her will kept her from jumping him outside and making love to him right there. As the door closed her hands pressed against Scott's chest and ran down his sides as she returned his fierce kiss, and felt the dress pool at her feet. All that was left was her panties, which was one of those

She let out a moan as they broke away, and she stepped out of the small circle the dress made at her feet, and let her hands wander over Scott's bare skin as he pulled his shirt off, and undid his belt. Saya could barely hold back another moan as her body was screaming for him to take her. As he spoke she grinned, and traced her fingers along his stomach before letting her hands slide down to his pants, and got them off him relatively quickly, now both of them were only in their underwear. She made sure to give Scott the best view possible of her body, especially her chest, and she kissed his chest, nipping at it before relieving both of them of their remaining garments. Saya kissed up his chest to his lips and wrapped her legs around his waist feeling his want as well, which brought a slightly louder moan from her. She liked foreplay, but she felt like she was going to die if she had to wait any longer. "Take me...please." She whispered against Scott's skin as she kissed his neck and lips.

He could feel her desperation as she kissed all along his neck, his face, and smiled indulgently. "Did you like your new flute?" Scott whispered, running his hands over her soft, young flesh, only impeccable self control keeping him from throwing her on the floor and rutting away like a beast.

Gently, he nudged her back, wanting to keep her on that hungry edge for a bit longer. "I don't think you said 'thank-you', Saya, and that's not nice," he admonished playfully, his fingers sliding down to his belt. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he pressed a little, his other hand stroking through her hair. "You know how I like to be thanked, my love," he said, stroking a hand over her skin. "I'll make you scream... after," he promised.

Saya barely heard Scott's question being distracted by his hands running along her skin, but she stopped a second to nod. "I...love...it." She said kissing him with each pause. It was a well crafted flute, and it sounded like nothing she'd ever played before.

Saya looked at Scott, need in her eyes, but she remembered that she didn't thank him for it. She was too worked up by the recital. As he pressed against her, Saya groaned and wanted more, she wanted him inside her, but she knew that she had to thank him first.

Unraveling her legs, Saya grinned and kissed Scott's chest before kissing down his front getting down on her knees as she went before finding the way to say 'thank you'. "Thank you." She said quietly before using her mouth on him. She knew exactly the way to thank Scott, and she had a lot of things to thank him for.

Saya worked slowly, but started building up, moving faster. She had a lot of experience with thanking Scott, and it showed as she deftly made sure her thanks was obvious.

Scott had to lean back to press his hands against the wall as she trailed kisses down his chest, then fisted his hands as bright pleasure seared through him when she took him into her mouth. His eyes closed briefly, but he quickly opened them again to study her--sexy as hell on her knees, wearing nothing but the heels he liked so much.

He stroked one hand through her hair as she moved faster, his touch gentle even as his muscles tensed. She knew his weaknesses, and it showed. But he didn't want the fun over so early. Even though it was almost painful to do so, he pulled at her again, this time back up.

"I said I'd make you scream," Scott reminded her, his voice showing the strain of stopping her, but he smiled, turning her against him so her back was against his chest. Teasingly, he did wicked things to her neck and earlobe with his teeth as he ran his hands over her silky skin.

Saya sucked gently on him, and let her tongue do some work too. She had a lot of experience, and she knew just how to make Scott happy. The girl kept on going, and groaned slightly as she felt him run his fingers through her hair as she went faster. She made a deep growl in her throat as she went as well.

She felt him getting closer, but then he pulled her away and she panted licking her lips as Scott spoke and she let out a soft sigh as he turned her around. "Mmm...I wouldn't mind making sure you had enough fun..." She said with a wicked little grin pressing her hips against his.

Then she felt his teeth at her neck, which brought a soft moan from her. She loved it when he bit her, when she played with her like that. One of her weaknesses was her neck especially when he bit her hard, hard enough to draw blood. She was a masochist at heart, and he knew it. That was why she was still in her high heels, plus it made it easier from him since she wasn't exactly the tallest girl around. "Mmmm..." She closed her eyes and reached up wrapping her arms around Scott's neck wanting more. She wanted to scream, to be ripped apart and scattered all over the room. Saya wanted pain.

She quivered against him, ready and willing, as he slid his fingers over her, into her. "Tell me what you want, Saya my love," Scott whispered to her, his hands never still, gliding over her skin to tease first one sensitive spot and then another. What he wanted was simple--he wanted to hear her lose herself, in pleasure or in pain.

He slipped his fingers into her again, finding her wet and hot, and bit lightly on her shoulder as his strong fingers probed restlessly. Just as she knew his weaknesses, he knew hers, but Scott wanted to hear her say it, to beg him to please her and then to babble her thanks as he did.

Saya's breath came out in pants and her body shivered with need as his fingers glided over her body, teasing her, and made her body tense more. He knew her body as well as she knew her's, and she loved every little bit of it. She gasped and whimpered as he entered her with his fingers, wanting her to tell him what to do.

She moaned and cupped her fingers around his neck turning around locking her lips with his, kissing him passionately and letting her tongue wander for a moment before parting and panting. His fingers were relentless inside her, and she was nearly to the point where she was going to lose herself. "God..." She closed her eyes and moved her hips with his fingers. "Take me..." She whispered breathlessly. "Please...take me...rip me apart...I'm your's my love..." She said whimpering as she ran her fingers through Scott's hair and kissed at him again needing him. Oh god she needed him more than anything at that moment, no fingers, no she wanted all of him inside, she wanted to scream.