The Kat and Jaden Game

Part One

A glint of sharp diamonds flashed in her smile, as her canine teeth had been replaced with diamond daggers. Her teeth weren't the only part of her body that flashed with danger and attraction; her flowing black locks were wild like a flock of birds and tossed to and fro in the wind. With one swift but graceful motion, she swept her hair out of her face to reveal two glittering emerald gems. Her eyes stayed firm in their intent, leading her sleek body down the crowded street. It was as if she were the only one in motion, everyone around her pale and still in comparison. She was sleek like the leather pants and tank top that she wore. It was a brisk morning, but she never covered more of her milky skin than necessary. She wore no jewelry, accessories were made for the insecure, and she was far from it. She also had never owned a watch in her life because everything and everyone around her revolved around her internal sense of time. Clocks stopped in her presence, owls hunted in broad daylight, the sun rose and set in her eyes, even her physical body refused to yield to time's cruel nature, and she had an ageless quality about her. She was master of all she saw, and those in her past still trembled, if they were even still breathing. Her strut came to an abrupt halt as she felt a competitive presence. She wasn't startled by the strange feeling, but it had caused her to break stride. She had no need to scan the horizon, she could feel it to her right, and she flashed her eyes in that direction with out moving her head. A smile not so unlike her own was thrown her way, and only then did she bother to turn and face this distraction.

The creature she saw excited her like nothing else had ever been able to, and from his gaze, it was apparent that he felt the same sort of challenge in her grin. Neither of them moved, but kept their gaze fixed through the flimsy piece of glass that was trying to withstand the tension between them. His pride was too strong for him to make the first advance, and her curiosity was too intense to let her leave. But the heartless woman inside her forced her to turn heel and walk away.

"She denies me?" He thought.

"Keep walking, keep the control," She thought. "He must not know that you desire him."

The man was confused for just a moment, then enraged. "She is trying to lure me!"

"Keep walking, he will follow, give him time…not so fast."

But the man didn't follow; he forced his body to stay right where it was, even though a tugging below his waist wanted to chase her.

The woman continued to slow her pace, not understanding how he could resist her. "Why isn't he following?" Her fear almost verbalized.

The fight of wills was a strong battle that grew with the distance between them, then she was gone, and he remained.

At home now, in her all white and glistening apartment, she was still not content, but her anger had subsided. She tried to occupy her mind with more important matters, like feeding her namesake, Catherine. Catherine was a sleek black cat with every feature borrowed from her owner except for the diamond fangs, but she made up for it with a glittering array of them wrapped around her neck. Katherine, the "human," refused to be called by her full name, and went only by Kat, always spelled with a K. Kat and Cat lounged on the kitchen floor, and while Cat ate her veal, Kat bit into a ripe red apple. She sat peacefully next to her pet on the cold marble floor, trying to cool her still burning skin and soul (if she even had one). Even in her white sanctuary she insisted on black attire. In fact, her and the cat were the only speck of color in the entire flat. She had removed her confining leather and had retired to a pair of black silk pants and button-up long sleeve shirt. They hung loosely on her slim and sculpted figure, and they swayed like her hair when she walked out of the kitchen and into a grand living room.

Her television was turned off, as usual. Kat preferred the real world that was playing outside her windows. She edged out onto a balcony to behold a spectacular view of New York City. Most would pay a pretty penny for this niche, but she lived there rent-free for some unknown reason. She had no job to speak of and really no identity in the world.There were no documents to define her or her past; she merely "was." And what she "was," was magnificent. Like a work of art, but without the life or heart within. With the exception of her cat, she was unkind and unfeeling to all others. And the ants that scurried stories below her were of little importance, except for some occasional fun. This is why it was better than television, because she was the director and the star of this show. She played with their worthless lives in the same way Cat played with a helpless mouse. But was there one out there who couldn't be toyed with? Had the man in the café refused to participate in her game, or did he simply want to control it? She pondered these things and they both excited and confused her. Deep inside, she tried to tell herself that she didn't desire him, that the challenge wasn't driving her mad, but it was.

Not so far away, in a lair quite different from Kat's, the object of her desire was pouring a glass of very dry red wine. He swirled it in a glass as he sniffed the cork, like any fine connoisseur. He took a short sip and let the air in with his taste so that the oxygen could intensify the flavor. As he swallowed, a thin grin swept across his face. But as he stared into the seemingly bottomless glass, he was fixated on the red, and it burned his cold blue eyes. The thought passed soon enough, and he whipped his head back into its arrogant position, his short, blonde locks flipping back into their tamed positions. He was too cool, too confident, and it was all a ploy to deceive his own body. He didn't desire her, he wouldn't. But she was a challenge. And a challenge was something he always craved. He closed his eyes at the thought of making her beg, and his hand shattered the glass as he clinched his fists. He was angry. He was turned on. He didn't like the feeling, but he did.

She scanned the streets below her, looking for a fresh young thing to distract her from thoughts of the mystery man in the café. Her excellent vision spotted an attractive man, with an equally attractive woman at his side. "He'll do." How fun it was to ruin perfectly happy peoples' lives. Her own virtuous delight had been stripped away long ago, so long that she had forgotten the details. But she compensated for that loss with the gain of her diamond fangs. They weren't there for a more sparkling Hollywood smile, they had purpose and intent, they brought her pleasure. She wasn't like other women, in fact, she wasn't even human; she was something more glorious. She left the balcony and flipped on the stereo as she made her way into her bedroom. The song "Criminal" by Fiona Apple began to play as she searched for something to wear. All of her clothes were black, except for one glorious and vibrant red dress that she never wore. She would wear a tiny black silk dress for this occasion. Silk and leather were the only two materials that she would allow to touch her pale flesh, and besides, she looked stunning in them. She slid out of her silk pajamas and into the little black dress. She admired herself in the mirror, as she often did. Kat never worried about her looks the way other women did. She never dieted, she had perfect sweep on a rich layer of mascara, and some deep blood red lipstick. She looked stunning-dressed to kill. She turned the lights and the stereo off as she made her way out of the apartment. But when she opened the door, she saw a small note on the floor outside it. "Central Park, Jaden" was written beautifully on the note in elegant handwriting. She looked around the hallway trying to see who could have left it, but no one was in sight. She looked at the note again, then grinned with delight when the words on it lifted off the paper and disappeared. "Jaden..."

"We will see who wins this cat and mouse game," He laughed. He watched her in a crystal orb as she left the building and got into a taxi. She would come to him; she would come for him.

Part Two

Kat wondered around the dimly lit park. She wasn't searching for him, she knew he was watching her, and he would come to her when he was ready. She made her way to a small pond, and sat at its edge. She stripped off her shoes and let her feet dangle in the crisp water. She could feel him behind her, but she didn't turn around. She reached her hand out and touched the surface with her index finger, and a fish took notice. She snatched it with lightening speed, and held its wriggling body in her claws. A wicked smile came over her, for she knew that this action aroused the man. He liked violence, and he craved suffering.

"It's not all about pain, love." Jaden moved out of the shadows. The moonlight sparkled off his skin more beautifully than it did on the water. He was dressed in leather pants, and a tight white tee shirt hugged his lightly muscled figure. He had a leather jacket on to complete the ensemble. He walked towards her slowly. His right hand stretched out towards her, and held her face softly. "It's about pleasure as well." He released his grip, and slid the back of his index finger down her cheek, under her chin, and down the side of her throat. He locked on her eyes the entire time, and waited till she looked away first. He had established who was in control. She wasn't scared, but she trembled slightly. Perhaps this was more than she bargained for. She had never met a man that she couldn't conquer, and kill. He was different; he was like her only stronger-physically and mentally. His hand eased back up her throat and chin, and rested on her blood red lips. He rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip. She took her cue and sucked it lightly, then harder, till she bit it. He smiled at this, and knelt down to see the light sparkle off her diamond fangs. "Impressive dental work."

The blood that had dripped from his finger slid down her throat, and she got a strange high from it. It tasted different. It tasted like her own blood-sweet and bitter at the same time. She licked her lips with delight. The puncture on his thumb had already healed. He looked at her still wriggling with pleasure from the taste of his blood, and he wondered if her's was just as delicious. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. His hand slid up her arm, and back to her throat, it lingered there for only a moment, then slid back to her bare shoulder, and grasped the flimsy strap of her dress. It broke with the lightest tug. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, offering her neck to him. But she was too eager, and he wanted to tease her more first.

The other strap of her dress was soon broken as well, and her dress fell from her body with ease. Her naked body glittered in the moonlight. She looked like nothing he had ever seen, and he had seen plenty. Not a scar, imperfection, or wrinkle on her entire body. Every curve was as perfect as his own was. His hands roamed all over, rubbing and caressing every inch as the stars shined down on the fated couple. This is someone who understood him. He walked around to her back and her body leaned into his; she wanted to be closer to his electric touch. He kissed her for the first time, on the nape of her neck. She tasted sweet. His hands crept down her torso, and lingered on her hips as he continued to kiss and lick her neck. Her body trembled and begged to be entered. But his hands continued to hold her hips against his own, and then rubbed and massaged her stomach just below her navel. Her stomach muscles were tight from the butterflies trying to escape. For the first time in her life, she was nervous, but also eager. Her hands reached behind her to pull him closer. She was wriggling from the anticipation, and her head leaned back to whisper something. "Please," she said desperately. He wouldn't keep her waiting any longer, and in one swift motion, he spun her around, sunk his teeth into her neck, and his fingers in between her legs. Her head jerked back with a loud moan, and her nails clenched his back in pleasure and pain.

Her blood was like liquid fire and it sent sparks rushing through his whole body. He stroked her clit with great speed as he continued to clench her neck in his teeth. His kiss and his touch were electric and sparks raced through her body. His hands were like that of a great puppeteer and she was the puppet at his demand and control. She felt dizzy, and while her neck ached, her body shook from his touch. His fingers were ruthless in their pursuit. They robbed the velvet goldmine inside her, and brought about a feeling she had never experienced. She moaned loudly. His fingers continued to sink in and out of her, and his tongue lapped up as much of her intoxicating blood as possible. Her body was shaking violently, and a low deep groan escaped her lips, only to turn into a high pitched scream as she came for him, and her body arched back. His fangs pulled away from her, as did his hand and he groaned with delight. With her body still against his, she could feel him shake with ecstasy. She took this opportunity to taste him once more, and her diamond fangs clenched his neck. He did not resist, but smiled as her blood still burned inside him. He began once again with his right hand inside her; his other hand roamed and explored the rest of her perfect body. He couldn't believe the perfection that oozed from her every pore. The feel of her diamond daggers in his neck felt so right, and the pain only increased his desire to make her come again, to have her shout his name. She released her grip as his blood began to shock and delight her body, and at that moment, she came again while screaming "Jaden" at the top of her lungs. It was a shrill scream, and full of both pain and pleasure. In their combined ecstasy they kissed deeply; their hands groping each other violently.

Suddenly, Jaden pulled away from her. He looked at her, still shivering with delight, but calming his own violent tremors. He would not lose control of his emotions, but it was obvious that she had. He left her there, trembling, and he escaped to his home.

Jaden paced around his bedroom, her blood still flowing in him, and the taste of it still fresh in his mouth. He tried to get the thoughts of her out of his mind. "She's just another toy to be played with," he tried to tell himself. But he wanted more of her. He summoned a crystal orb in his hand and she appeared. She was still at the park, but now skinny-dipping in the pond. The water licking every inch of her skin the way he had, and her own fingers replacing his as she attempted to please herself. He was angry with her for entering his life, and he flung the crystal across the room. It shattered against the wall, like usual, but strangely, the pieces were like starlight and they filled the room. They had never done that before, and they swirled around him, spinning faster and faster, making him dizzy. He closed his eyes to control his balance, and when he opened them, she was there.

She appeared, as though he had wished her there. But had he? He had so much anger and passion for her. She wore the red dress that had always hung in her closet. She looked dazed, not sure where she was at first, but then smiled when she locked eyes with him. "You left me unsatisfied." And she began to walk towards him. "And you didn't give me the chance to satisfy you."

Her words caused a raised eyebrow from Jaden, and her suggestion pleased him. He had wished her there. He was still in control, but he would let her do as she wanted. She walked right up to him, and pressed her chest against his, pulling on his shirt. Her nipples were hard against his chest as she ripped off his shirt. She licked his throat where she had lingered before. The womb was gone on his neck, as on her own. Her tongue moved down his chest to his stomach as she kneeled before him. She began to unbutton his pants and looked up at him with a devilish smile. A smirk appeared on his own face as she pulled down his pants. She licked just the tip at first while rubbing one hand on his firm abs. His own hand stroked her head as she began to suck his. He was impressively hung, and he tasted sweet but also bitter. Jaden's eyes closed in delight, and a slight moan escaped his lips. She wrapped her tongue around his erection, and with her hand on his stomach, she could feel his muscles tighten. She looked like a cat lapping up a bowl of milk, and her hands pawed at his stomach the way a cat does when experiencing pleasure. Her hands felt his abs tighten once more as he came. She wanted every part of him inside her and she licked her lips when she pulled away from him.

Jaden regained his composure and his erection quite quickly. He helped her to her feet only to throw her against the wall with violent force. She giggled from the pain as if to beg for more. He walked slowly, but deliberately towards her, his naked body would make the statue of David ashamed. She growled and rubbed against the wall…how badly she wanted him, and how much he enjoyed torturing her by waiting. With ease, he tore the red silk from her body and finally pressed his own against hers. He clenched his left hand around her waist, pushing it against the wall. Her eyes were so hungry, but so was he, and he stripped the underwear from her body and put his hand in their place-entering her. Her hands tried to find something on the wall to grip just trying to control her shaking. He worked so fast and she moaned with the slightest touch. His fingers explored deep at first, they were so long and delicate, like a piano player's, and he played her just as skillfully. He withdrew slightly, then began to rub and tug at her clit. Her hands gave up their attempts with the wall, and instead clutched his back trying to gain some sort of control. Things were happening too quickly, she wanted it to last longer.

Jaden could tell she was trying to restrain and keep the pleasure bottled up, but he would make her scream again, and with that thought he slid two fingers in deeply while his other hand tugged at her clit. She still managed to hold back her emotions, barely, but he knew what would send her over the edge. He withdrew his fingers and looked at her with a mischievous grin. She didn't know what he was thinking, but she didn't have to wonder for long. In a moment he threw her to the bed. She sat up quickly, trying to calm herself, but he walked over to her, and shoved her back down. Jaden knelt at the side of the bed, and pulled her hips towards him. "Yes…" she whispered, finally understanding his intent. He teased her first by lightly kissing her stomach. She moaned with every kiss, and her hands tried to encourage him to proceed south. His kisses lingered longer each time as he worked his way down to her inner thigh. Then he stopped, and she looked at him pleading for his return. He looked at her with disapproval, "Tis, tis, cats don't beg." But she did beg, and he responded. Jaden's kiss locked on the wetness that was forming once again inside her. His tongue teased lightly at first, barely licking the sides as his fingers stroked her clit. His other hand had to hold her down to restrain her shaking. His tongue began to move faster and deeper, exploring every inch. Then it moved up and relieved his hand. His lips sucked gently at first on her swollen clit, then he was rough and bit her, allowing his tongue to taste it in between. Kat could take it no longer, and Jaden stepped away just in time to watch the orgasm rip through her. She was panting hard, and still shaking.

As she calmed and stood, she eyed him, beckoning him to come back for more, and with lightening speed he pinned her against the wall and entered her violently, thrusting as hard as he could. She screamed from shock and pain for a moment. Then he sunk his teeth into her neck once more, and she screamed from the pain and the pleasure. She had never been so completely overwhelmed. It was as though she was losing her virginity all over again. He was so tight inside her, and his bite on her neck was a new sensation. She enjoyed the pain so much. He slowed his pace, and stared deeply into her eyes, they were wide with satisfaction/fear/lust. So many feelings rushed through her body. His gaze was so hard to define. It was vacant, but determined. His eyes glittered and burned her flesh. She was forced to look away, his stare was just too intense. His pace quickened, and he continued to crash into her forcefully, and drank from her until he could feel her grow weak. Her legs were wrapped around his body as he pounded her into the wall. Her back ached like it never had before, but the warmth of him inside her far exceeded the pain. She felt so many different emotions at the same time. Her head was weak though, and thinking was pointless, just feeling, that's all that she needed to do. And she felt like a field burning from a rapid wildfire. She was completely at his every demand, and his god-like penis and his devilish fangs ravaged her, making her come once again with a groan, as she was too weak to scream again.

He tore his teeth from her neck to look her in the eyes. He held her against his dripping body since she could barely stand. Her pupils were wide with delight and fear. She wasn't sure if he could kill her. For the first time in her life, she was the one being hunted. At this thought, a single tear ran down her cheek-the first of her dark life. At that moment, she was human. He could see the change in her eyes; they grew warmer, and lost some of their magic. He paused.

Could he restore life? He had taken so many lives, and caused so much death, but to put life and humanity back in her?

Kat's eyes soon welled up, and more tears began to roll down her cheeks. Colors began to fill her skin, but it lost its luster. The womb on her neck continued to bleed, and showed no signs of healing. What was happening to her? She felt her body ache with pain, a pain she had never felt before, and a fear that was unknown to her.

He released his grip and watched the amazing change overcome her body. And as the life flowed into her, it also poured out of her through the womb on her neck. She was born again, but was dying as well.

Jaden didn't know quite what to think. He had the power to save her; he could heal the punctures on her neck. He reached his hand out towards her, but she weakly pushed it away. "Don't," and she smiled as her life slowly slipped away. It was as though she was thanking him. She had finally felt real pleasure and real pain. She was human again, and she could die in peace.

The last tear seemed to linger on her trembling lip before falling like a shooting star to the ground. As it hit, sparks flew from her body, and her once lost soul glowed within her. She took one last gasp of air, and then she was gone. Her body turning into thousands of glittering stars that burst from the room, through his window, and into the sky.

Jaden smiled as if to say good-bye. He walked out onto the balcony and watched as dawn overcame the sky. The glittering diamond stars shining down on him, then fading away as the harsh sun rose. One piece of starlight had been left behind though, and he picked up the speck of stardust. He eyed it carefully, when it leapt from his grasp and spun in front of his eyes. It continued to spin faster, then slowed and dropped back into his hand. It was a sterling silver ring, and he placed it on his left thumb where her teeth had sunk in before. He wore it from then on, and it strengthened him. He didn't become a good soul by any means, and he still hunted every night, but from then on, he would take a moment from his nightly adventures to look up at the sky and see her shining down on him.