Hunger

There wasn't a time in memory where you'd had run down the stairs only for your Dad to yell at you to stop stomping around. Yet, you were as a ghost, gliding down the stairs silently as your curiosity pushed blood down into your groin. Despite the rampant Lust, however, you managed to be mindful enough to pause at the bannister to this hunter's dream, unclipping the straps of your breastplate. You hung your trench coat, gauntlets and other armoured plates from the circular bannister of the stairway, leaving you in black trousers, thick boots and a worn and torn white dress shirt.

You'd caught a basic understanding of the layout of the house during the party, and a grim nostalgia crept through you as you trotted through the archway, Cherry and watching eyes coming to memory, although you'd found yourself opening the door through to the landing, pushing through to the Kaz Kitchen. Huge and beautiful and well kept... the room was a reflection of the woman that hummed an eastern tune to herself with beautiful tones, stirring a pot of cocoa... in the nude.

Vicky wasn't exactly curvaceous, but lean and tall, her brown body gleamed as if freshly oiled, smooth and clear. Her bottom was modest but round with little dimples within, the white cotton g-string that hid between her tanned cheeks left nearly nothing to the imagination. Still, you admired this model of a woman casually stirring as her smooth [braless] back, faced you curtly.

Those wandering eyes turned casually to you "what's wrong, you look... preoccupied?" God hearing the venom in that voice could stiffen a bowl of jello. You definitely preferred her without the Jersey.

The pert bullet shapes of her dark nipples standing proudly in the chill on the soft circumference of her shining breasts.

"I might be a little distracted." You admitted.

She smiled devilishly "I think that a man should be especially, inquisitive during times like these. Some might even call it a test?"

She couldn't reflect Satan's evil quite as well as You could in a grin "Just so happens, I'm really good at those. Unlike some."

"Oooh, alright. Don't get overambitious, Nerd." She flung back as she stirred.

Leaning on the counter, Your eyes had been glued to her posterior, and what little could be detected from the thin fabric that hugged the lips of her sex. Vicky seemed to revel in it, arching her back as she smiled with smouldering eyes.

But this was still Victoria Kaz. Leaning on the counter, making a note to focus on her eyes as Lust stirred inside of you, You smiled "You're going to overcook that." You warned.

She blinked "Hmm?" then her eyes widened "Oh!" pulling away from her distraction, the Queen Bitch turned and took the Hot cocoa off of the Heat. Her fingers spun around two mugs as she placed them curtly on the counter.

Vicky had this way of moving, in a very high, and reformed way, like an evil Majesty.

It was sexy no doubt, but so was Cersei Lannister so...

Her breasts jiggled, pouring the steaming hot river of warm mahogany liquid equally, the heat and smell was a smooth cinnamon grace, ticking your nose and making the embers inside warm.

She swivelled around, still pushing her seductive smirk on you as she knelt down to retrieve a long can from the small foot-fridge below her "Cream?" She whispered, fluttering her eyes.

LLLLLLLLUST!

"Nope."

Wait... what?

Vicky seemed tempted to spray her shimmering breasts to allure you, but leaning over, you snatched it away and placed it aside, leaving her with a confused look. "No. Thank you." The Steaming mug slide over to you, warming your palm as You took in its scent. Oooooh God this was gonna be good!

You have... a half-naked woman... right there... AND YOU ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO THE HOT CHOCOLATE!?

"Yuuuup."

It was just right, slightly hoppy, smooth but not too thick, it's chocolate bouquet dancing with the cinnamon, God you loved having an enhanced sense of taste.

"Fucking delicious."

Vicky's smile faltered a little, quickly checking herself as you gorged down the cup, sniffing under her arms and checking the perkiness of her boobs, but frowned as she found nothing that was in-excellent "C-Christmas... in a cup..." She replied.

You finished the whole thing in 40 seconds, it soothed the embers of wrath in your chest even more. The Queen Bitch put her game face on... strutting around the table as she sighed, bending down; elbows resting on the ivory marble countertop as she pushed her boobs together "hmmm, it's getting cold out there... I wish I had something to warm me up."

Ooooh.... so that's why she wanted the window open. Goosebumps flushed across the surface of her skin, talk about planning ahead. As if you'd give in that easily.

"You should drink your hot chocolate, that beverage right there that... you know, the one with Hot in its name" Candid and calm, that was the approach.

She put on that utterly dumbfounded look again, like Tom slipping on a banana peel... I guess that makes you Jerry. "Oh... right." Watching her pull over her mug and begin to stir her finger in the liquid; a 'You took my barbie' away expression painted on her beauty. Although it wasn't long before another shone between her ears.

Vicky lifted her finger, coated in the chocolaty goodness that dripped from her perfectly manicured nails. She cast out the line, offering it to you while pushing out her diamond hard nipples, a little desperately You noticed "Wanna clean that Up for me?"

Okay... she was good, that did kind of almost get you going there. Luckily the pain and difficulty breathing with Overdrive were starting to set in, and focusing on that... "Sure." Taking her hand, your hand slid back into the sleeve of your coat, which you used to rub her finger clean with a patient smile. "There you go."

You're a Monster.

Victoria... snapped, her eyes twitched with frustration as she mouthed wordlessly "What? WHAT?" Her Growl echoed in the room, "What is wrong with you? How Sexy do I have to act before you reciprocate? What the fuck are you playing at, I'm trying really hard to-"

"You're not trying at all." You argued serenely as she blinked. You'd never seen her this **** before, the looks of confusion and hurt at your subtle rejections oozing in more and more. But you didn't want to be cruel, not like she'd been.

Sighing, you slipped an arm out of your coat, its twin following as you walked closer and carefully placed it over her shoulders, covering her up. Her eyes grew larger as You smiled "Stop trying to seduce me for five minutes and actually talk. Your little tricks aren't gonna work, I think I hate you anymore... but that doesn't mean I like you. I'm not that easy..."

She frowned, folding her arms "You have like 4 girlfriends."

"Doesn't mean I'm a slut. can we just sit down for a minute, It's getting very hard to stay conscious." You admitted as you slouched dizzily suddenly.

Vicky exhaled sharply as she caught you, you're eyes growing tired "Woah... okay! okay... Come on. Loser." She grumbled, assisting you into a comfortable couch through the foyer in the lounge. Placing herself next to you as you swayed, rest tempting you into its embrace. Come on Drake, keep those eyes open, You don't want to be here when the weasel wakes up.

You looked at Vicky, drumming her fingers along the body of her mug. She looked so beautiful in the low-lamp light, You wondered why she tried so hard... You were under the impression that woman as beautiful as she, had absolutely no issues with this sort of thing. "Have those cringy Gossip girl flirting tactics ever actually worked for you?"

Air shot out of her nose as she frowned "No... not really."

"Not even on Chaz?" You asked.

A Scoff left her lips as she drank "Especially not Chaz."

"You've been attached to him since we were in the 4th grade?"

"Yeah... people don't tend to like parasites... He actually called me that once, after I tried to convince him to go to prom with me." She shook her head "I dumped after that, I tried to go for other guys but they were just intimidated, nobody wants to date the infamous reputation destroying Tricky Vicky."

You could see that even the most popular groups of guys trembled in fear of the Queen Bitch.

"So you went back to him?" The pieces were starting to fit together.

"For the fifth time. Can you believe that? like I... Like I couldn't be with anyone else." Her eyes finally met with yours and the discomfort set in "Not that you'd get it."

"No not really, my shitty reputation kind of ruined any chances of dating for me, that, and you telling everybody that I stole Camile's panties like a creep from the girl's locker room back when we were sophomores.

Her lips tightened "Well..." She sighed and rubbed her eyes "...Fuck, I don't even know why I did that. So stupid."

Time to bite the bullet. You lent in "Why did you do any of it? I want to understand. I have to if we are going to move past it."

Something smouldered in her dark orbs, fear maybe? a little shame, but she bit the bullet of her own in the end "At first it was just because Chaz didn't like you, He hated being rejected and after you showed him up back in kindergarten he never really let it go. But..." She swallowed her fear "...My mom died, not long after that. I saw you with Jane during recess."

You searched your thoughts, the image of that black-haired snobby girl approaching you both at the table came to mind "I think I remember... we argued."

"I was trying to be nice. My Mom was a Vet, she uh... worked with an animal attack unit, always had a way with them but... One day she answered a call, six rabid dogs, she was first on the scene and..." Her words became formless and malleable as she sniffed the waters behind her eyes back "So stubborn, why would she wait for help instead of just going herself? ...like she could handle six fully grown rabid dogs by herself... She survived the bites but the Infection took her a couple of days after that. That's when I tried to stop being such an asshole, it was the first time I'd been in that much pain."

You listened keenly... You didn't know Mom died.

"...I didn't want to talk to my Dad, He is so shit with comforting. Chaz never listened to anything I said anyway, so I thought, who do I know who's mother died?"

Your eyes opened in revelation. That would be you. "You were trying to befriend me? You made fun of my Moms **** that day." You frowned.

She closed her eyes as if to shut the memory away "And that's how I coped with it, what better way to deal with **** than to project your own feelings on someone else... for 8 years."

Okay... that was a little too much... "I think... I should go." Whatever was keeping you here was very fragile that was for damn sure.

But Vicky grabbed your hand desperately, her breasts barely hidden within the confines of your coat "B-But... It changed after I heard your Dad died." She cut in, shuffling desperately. "Please... Just hear me out?"

You sighed and sat back down.

She nodded gratefully and continued "I told you before, everything changed after you asked me to be nicer to you, I mean I bully you for years and you come out with that? nothing spiteful or angry... and then I started to think, how I'd feel if my Dad died too. I couldn't go on, that old man is a sexist, spiteful moron but... It made me realise just how fucking toxic I'd become, Camile is sweet peach, and Izzy has her own reasons for having problems with you but, I had no reason, it's fucked up and it's not who I want to be."

Oh god. That was extremely earnest, her humility made it difficult to hold on to your already slipping hatred of her. Maybe she did want to change for real. Was it really worth giving her a chance?

You sighed "Look, there have been times where I've hated you so much that I wished you dead, just as a temporary respite from your torment. But... I was wrong, You might have been an bitch but I wasn't any better, as afraid and weak as I was, I acted like I was better than everyone just because I'm not an idiot, I was exactly what I was trying not to be: A Drake. And If you're actually making the effort to change, then so should I."

Vicky nodded, You felt on the same page, a very alien feeling. "I'm sorry for trying to treat you like other guys. Y-You're really not like other guys." She grumbled.

"I'm starting to realise that myself." You chuckled.

Her face softened as she slid forward, not with desire in her eyes, but real passion "I can't believe, this is happening." She whispered.

"Believe it, Tricky Vicky."

You kissed again, pecking each other's lips, your hands tracing the length of her smooth thigh as she kept coming back for more, taking small intervals between the wrestling of tongues.

She tasted so good, like honey and darkness, something forbidden, it was intoxicating, it made you forget your pain and fall into her kiss as you dreamed about ripping out her veins and licking the wounds as hell boiled in your heart and shadow **** you towards her neck, screaming like a dying fowl as-

You pulled back, wide-eyed as the rattling call dizzied you violently. Heavily breathing, Vicky's concern and voice were drowned out as your ears ran, eyes locked on her neck as you tried to decipher just what you were feeling.

Hunger.

With thumping heart you watched Vicky's silent calls as she shook you, the world drowning back in as your stomach roared in protest at your halting. "Chal...... ChArL~ Ch..... cA~~ can you hear me? Charlie are you alright?" Vicky's voice collapsed into you like a tsunami.

Gasping you lept back to your feet, clutching your chest, eyes darting in panic as Vicky lept after you. "Hey! stop freaking out you're freaking me out."

You gazed with crazy bulging eyes that made her step back "I... N-Need to go."

Stalking towards the door, your wounds screaming in protest, Vicky rushed after you "Hey! Hey! don't just walk out, what about your coat?" She cried chasing you down the hallway.

You flew out the door, though peaked in quickly "Give it back to me tomorrow after school?" You managed to say somewhat stably.

She placed her hands on her hips "Is this... about me?" She asked a little shyly.

"No. Tomorrow, after school." You quickly spoke, slamming the door and rushing off, leaving the tanned beauty standing there with confusion once again on her face.