0Oh my gosh! You guys are all so sweet. And you guys motivate me to write faster. Hope you enjoys this chapter as much as the last one.

WARNING: There is sextual content in this chapter. ;)

I will warn you when the part comes up.

"Ghuahh," I gasp sitting up trying to take a deeper breath. I whimper out in pain. All four bullets are lodged inside of my body. One in my chest and three in my stomach. It hurts to breathe, my neck aches from being snapped. I stand up on shaking legs, I almost fall but I catch myself on a tree. "Oh god!" my head swoons dizzily, making it hard for me to see. "I'm gonna kill him!" I whisper harshly, taking a stuttering breath as I stumble my way into camp. Its dark out and I see that everyone's asleep. I stumble over to Rick's tent, I fall over before making it to his door and I struggle to get back up. "Mmm" I grunt as blood gushes from my abdomen. "Rick." I whisper nothing happens. "Rick." I whisper again while scratching on his door. I hear quiet shuffling in his tent before Rick slowly pulls the zipper up and steps out. His back is to me as he closes his tent.

"Bella, I've worried sick, where have you-…" he cut off as he turns around and sees me covered in blood. I fall into him, not able to hold myself up any longer.

"Help me, please." I whisper in his ear as he hugs me to him.

"I've got ya bells." He's whispers, reminding me so much of Charlie, lifting me up bridal style and walking fast to the RV before anyone can see us. With a shaking hand I reach into my pocket and grab my key. I hand it to him, so he can unlock the door. Struggling for a few seconds he finally pulls it open.

"Wait, carl…" I mumble on the verge of sleep.

"When you didn't come back, I had him sleep with us. now come on, stay awake." He steps in and closes and locks the door behind him.

"Ahhhhh," I scream as his sits me on the couch, jolting my body.

"Bella you have to try and be quiet. The others will hear." H says, grabbing a fir aid kit, water and lots of towels.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, my body sagging forward. Rick catches me and lays me down instead. "It hurts so much!" I whimper, more blood gushes out. Rick reaches forward for the bottom of my shirt and in one pull, he rips it directly in half and lets it fall to the sides of my body.

"Bella! Who the hell did this? What happened?" he gasps, examining the bullet wounds.

"None of them exited, that's why I'm not healing." I grunt as he tries to move me to look at my back for an exit wounds. "You have to dig them out. We don't have tweezers, so you have to use your hands." His eyes widen, and he shakes his head.

"The wound isn't big enough for my hand." He says, digging around the first aid kit, most likely for tweezers.

"Rick, I have to get these out, I'm already losing to much blood." I whisper closing my eyes. "I'm so tired Rick…" I doze off for a second before groaning in pain. I reach my hand down and grab a knife from belt and hand it to him. "Please Rick." he nods his head and narrows his eyes as he drops to his knees beside me. He looks at me again and cuts into my flesh over the bullet wound, deep and wide enough for two of his fingers to fit. I grit my teeth and and dig my fingers nails into the palm of my hands to keep from screaming. I pass out three time from the pain. thirty minutes go by as he digs around inside my body looking for the stupid bullets. Finally, he digs out the last one. The bleeding has stopped but the wounds aren't closing.

"Bella, you're not healing! What do I do?" I hear him say in a fuzzy voice as he slams his fist onto the floor. "Bella? Hey bells!" I hear him get off the floor and move over to me before I feel his hands on the side of my face which causes me to flinch away from him. but he grabs my face again. "Look at me sweetie." He says softly. My eyes slip open but just barely. "What do you need? You look a little grey." he asks gently.

"Blood. I need blood." I whisper, closing my eyes again. I start relaxing, on the edge of sleep. I hear Rick start shuffling around. He starts cleaning the floor with a dirty towel and water. My breathing is shallow, my chest is barely moving. I'm not desiccating…yet. Rick said I was looking grey. That's just the first sign. "I've gotta go. I'll be back in a few days. I have to find human blood." Rick sits down next to me.

"It's okay Bella." Is all he says. then he does something that completely shocks me. he brings his wrist to my mouth. My eyes automatically open and the veins under my eyes ripple in hunger. He swallows thickly upon seeing my vampire face for the first time. He shakes his head and presses his wrist to my mouth with a little more pressure. "Eat!"

"Rick you don't know what you are doing. I can't drink from you!" I say but I feel my body leaning in towards the smell of his blood and the beating of his pulse. "I can't." I say through clenched teeth, trying to resist.

"You can. Now eat." He urges again and that's all it takes for me to grab his arm gently and bring it to my mouth. Looking at him to make sure he's okay with this, my teeth lengthen and sink into his wrist. We both moan from pleasure, me from actually getting human blood, Rick, because my saliva causes him to feel aroused. Which is a little awkward. I mean Rick is a good-looking guy, but he's married and more like a father to me. I can feel my cheeks becoming flushed and my body feels like it's humming with energy. My neck isn't sore or tender any more, and my bullet wounds seal themselves back together. Ricks hand grips my thigh and starts moving up. I move one of my hands from his arm and move his hand from my thigh. He doesn't know what he's doing, he's overwhelmed by pleasure. with one last pull of blood, I lick the wound close, leaving two small scars behind. I close my eyes and lean back against as does Rick.

"Wow!" Rick says, I peak over at him, his chest rising and falling fast, and his breath is labored. "What was that?" he asks looking over at me.

"That's so our victims don't feel pain and it'll make them more willing to keep on feeding us. with our mate the pleasure is enhanced tenfold." I say smirking. I'm horny now though. Maybe I'll seek out that sexy redneck. He stands and paces, all of a sudden, he looks frustrated. "Rick? are you mad? Should I have told you it was kind of sexual?" I ask, and he turns to me.

"No, I'm not mad at you. I want to know who the hell did this to you?" he asks taking a deep breath as he leans against the counter. His arms and the front of his shirt are covered in blood, so was the floor, which he cleaned, and a part of the couch is soaked as well.

"You're not gonna like what I have to say. But I have to say it, because having Shane in this group-…"

"Shane did this?!" he says cutting me off angerly.

"I'm so sorry Rick… I know he's your best friend." I tell him softly. I truly did feel sorry, if I could change what happened I would. I lean my head back against the couch, out of breath and close my eyes.

"No do not apologize for that, that monster! I can't believe this! Damn it!" he starts pacing again. He runs his hands over his face and through his hair. It's funny to me that he calls another human a monster and not me, the real monster. I mean for godsake I just drank his blood.

"Rick he's a danger to this group, these people, are our people and we have to protect them against everything and everyone." I say standing and leaning against the counter in vampire speed, scaring the hell out of Rick.

"How did you do that?" he asks eyes wide. I giggle as I do it again.

"It's a perk of being a vampire, I'm also super strong, I can head everything within a fifty-mile radius, I can see just as far, and I can also see through certain clothing materials. There's a lot more I can do, the list is just to long to name everything." Rick automatically covers his junk as his face turns red. "I can't see through your silk boxers rick." I giggle as he moves his hands away and he turns a darker shade of red.

"Lori bought them for me, I hated them, now I'm happy she bought them." He says moving towards the cleaning supplies. "So, what are we going to do about Shane?" he gets to scrubbing the edge of the couch.

"I have three options, either we kill him, imprison him somehow or I can compel him to forget what he did and leave the group. Those are the only options I see hear." I say scrubbing the couch next to Rick till all the blood is out of it.

"Compel? What's that?" he asks, throwing away the rags and sponges.

"I get into peoples heads and get them to do whatever I want them to do, its like mind control." I say walking to the back of the trailer and strip of my clothes. I take a pack of wet wipes and wipe down my bloodied body and change into some new black shorts, and a tank top that stops above my midriff.

"And you think that would work? Compelling him I mean." Rick says with his back to me, leaning against the frame of my door.

"I'm decent. And yeah, I know it'll work." I say as he turns around. I clip my weapons belt back on my hips and decide against wearing shoes. I throw Rick an extra white shirt, in which he quickly changes into after wiping down his torso.

"Then I think compelling him would be the better option. There will be to many question for the other options to work. Everyone knows he's having a hard time here, so him leaving would be logical." He explains as he walks to the door, me directly behind him. I completely agree with him.

"It would be nice to have him around as a blood bag, but its only rational for him to leave and it would also be nice to not have to see his face anymore." I say, daydreaming of draining Shane to the last drop. We step out of the RV and I lock it behind me. "So…" I say stopping him in his tracks. He turns to face me, his tent a few feet behind him.

"Yes?" he asks.

"I was just wondering if you knew which tent happens to be Daryl's?" I ask blushing.

"Daryl?" he asks, quirking and eyebrow completely taken by surprise.

"Yeah… Daryl." I look down at my bare feet and back up at him from under my long lashes. "Feeding makes me um… horny. As blunt as this sound I need sex, that's all my kind do, survive, feed and fuck." I blush again, I feel like I'm talking to Charlie, whom I would never speak like this to.

"Um, right, he's the farthest tent to the right at the edge of the woods." He nods, also blushing, pointing to a black tent to the right, kind of away from everyone.

"Thanks Rick, for everything." I hug him, taking him by surprise, he knows I don't like hugging. He pats me on the back.

"Anytime Bella." He says letting me go.

SEXUAL CONTENT

"Alright, goodnight Rick." I say heading to Daryl's tent slowly. I drop to my knees in front of the tent door and listen to him as he moves around a little bit before settling back down. I bring my hand up and lightly scrap my nail against the fabric. He moves again, letting me know he's not deeply asleep. I scrap my nail again but louder this time. I hear him sigh and throw his covers off his body. He's awake but he doesn't move, probably wondering if he really heard a noise. Now is my chance to back out. I start to move away quietly but the ache in between my leg has me raising my hand back up and scratching against the fabric of his tent again. He slowly gets up, I hear the sound of a knife rub against the material of a sleeping bag. Ever so slowly the zipper slides up, tauntingly slow. Finally, Finally I can see his face. Our eyes meet, my breath becomes shallow as I trail my eyes from his face down to his tones naked chest, to his barely there six pack to that delicious V indentation leading to his dick. My eye glide back up to his face, meeting his eyes once again. "Hi…" I whisper, biting my bottom lip. His eyes roam my body, licking his licks as he does so.

"Hello darlin', anythin I can help you with tonight?" he says, his raspy voice even raspier from sleep.

"There's this ache that I can't ease, and I was wondering if you could help me out?" I whisper, looking up at him from beneath my lashes, leaning forward a little, getting a good smell of this delicious man. He smirks at me like he did early, playfully.

"Please, come in." he rasps, barely moving so I has to squeeze passed him, the front of my body rub the front of his hard body. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering. I let out a shaky breath as I crawl the rest of the way in, swaying my hips a little more than usual. "Damn," I hear him whisper. To human ear, I wouldn't have heard him. I snap my belt off, before sitting on my butt on his make shift bed, and I toss it to the side and look up at him as he closes the tent. The moon light shining from above us give enough light for him to see me. I take him in, how his hair falls gently to his face, how he smells of mint and tabaco, how his eyes roam my body as I lay before him, how he's licks his lips and gulps at the sight of me

"Daryl…" I say letting out a shaky breath. He meets my eyes and smirks again.

"Where you achin' darlin'? Here?" he asks, grabbing my left foot and kisses my ankle. Chills run through my body at the feel of his warm soft lips.

"No, higher." I say, slightly breathless.

"Here?" he whispers, kissing my shin.

I shake my head. "Higher." I whine softly.

"How about right here?" he asks, licking a tickle spot under my knee.

"No!" I squeal, giggling. "Higher." I spread my legs more to make room for his body between them. He smirks up at me, meeting my eyes as he leans forward and gently bites my upper thigh where my thigh meets. Oh, he's so close! I through my head back and moan. Goose bumps break out across my skin.

"Oh, Daryl! A little higher." I moan again, my hips arching forward towards him. He chuckles.

"Easy darlin'." He says gently pushing my hips back down. He looks up at me through his long lashes, inching closer to my pussy. "How bout here?" he leans down and kisses my clothed pussy. The pressure of his lips has me arching up towards his face.

"Yes!" I moan running my hand through his hair. "Please." I cry desperately. Much to my disappointment he moves away from my pussy but reassures me by moving up my body. Kissing and licking my exposed abdomen, biting my hardened nipples through the thin fabric of my top, sucking and biting and licking my neck and by the time he makes it to my face, I'm a moaning mess.

"What do you want baby?" he asks in a low deep husky voice. The look in his eye is pure lust, his pupils are blown wide, as I'm sure mine are.

"Kiss me!" I practically demand. He lowers his head and his lips meet my lips for the first time and I'm in heaven. His soft plump lips touch mine, his tongue swipes against my bottom lip and I open right up to him and moan into his mouth as his mint flavors tongue meets mine. Our tongues fight and rub against each other. His hands rub down my ribcage to my hips where he squeezes. My hands run up his sides across his chest and my arms wrap around his neck as my hands play with the long hair at the bass of his neck. I wrap my legs around his hips just as he ground his large forming bulge against my pussy. Our lips dislodge as I let out a moan. "Daryl!" I moan so wantonly as he grinds against me again. "No foreplay! I need you now!"

He sits up quickly and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I make quick work of my shirts and shorts and I lay spread out in front of him. He stops midway of unzipping his pants to stare at me, his eyes travel from my breast to my abdomen and glue themselves to my glistening pussy. My hands tease up my stomach slowly to my breast and I gently squeeze them. Daryl lets out a groan.

"Just one taste." He growls gripping my knees and pushing them wider, so they lay flat against the bed and ducks his head in between my legs and laps his tongue up my slit. I slap my hand against my mouth as a loud moan makes its way out my mouth.

"Oh, fuck. Yessss!" I moan as he sucks my clit into his mouth and rolls it gently between his teeth before doing the ABC's over my clit and has me arching for more. "Please, Daryl, fuck me!" I growl through clenched teeth, keeping control over my vampire face. He lets go of my knees reluctantly. I grab the back of his neck and bring him in for a bruising kiss. I use my feet to kick his pants down the rest of the way and he kicks them off, all without break the kiss. I whimper in his mouth as he drags his cock up and down the slit of my pussy.

"You sure darlin'?" he asks softly, breaking the kiss.

"Yes, now fuck me!" I say looking in his eyes.

He ducks his head to the cruck of my neck sucking just below my ear as he eases his cock into my slick pussy, he grunts as he slides his nine-inch cock all way in. he's deep, I've never felt this full.

Mine! He's all mine!

I'm shocked at my inner thoughts as I mentally claim him as my mate.

He pull's out of me, just the tip of his cock inside my pussy, and he snaps his hips forward, causing me to moan and dragging me out of my realization that this sexy rough looking redneck is my mate.

I moan as he does it again and again and again.

"Fuck, so fuckin' tight baby! So fuckin' wet just for me huh? This pussy is mine! Mine to eat, mine to fuck, mine and only mine. ain't that right baby doll?" his thrust are getting harder the more he spoke and the more her spoke the wetter I got, I practically cum as he claims me verbally.

"Y-yes! Oh, fuck yes baby. Only yours! Faster, please!" I moan, grabbing my tits roughly pinching my nipples as he goes faster. "Yes, yes, yes!" I moan through clenched teeth

"Fuck, baby girl, you feel so good!" he groans, sweat rolling gently down his chest. I push on his chest.

"Lay down." I demand breathlessly. I hook my leg around his hip and help us flip so that I'm on top. I lean down, he's still inside me and kiss his lips. He reaches down and slaps my ass causing me to moan and grind down on him. I lean back up and plant my hands on his stomach. I lift of his body slightly and drop back down, throwing my head back in pleasure and scratching my nails down his chest. A string of profanities fall from his mouth as I bounce on his hard-swollen cock. My breast bounce in rhythm of my movements. He grabs them squeezing them and pinching my nipples. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck oh fuck." I couldn't stop moan. Daryl reaches a hand down and rubs my clit causing my movement to stutter. I throw my head back as I cum, an obnoxiously loud moan leave my mouth. "Oh, Daryl!" My nails cut into his skin.

He flips us over so he over me and starts pounding into my sensitive pussy, pulling me into another orgasm.

"Fuck!" Daryl grunts as he pulls out and cums all over my stomach and collapses next to me. I reach over for one of his rags and clean my mess abdomen. I toss it to the side and lay back down and Daryl immediately wraps his arm around my waist and brings me to his scratched-up chest.

"Your achin' gone now doll face?" he asks looking down at me with a satisfied smirk. I look up at him with my own smirk, and trace my hand down his toned chest to his abdomen.

"Maybe. I think you missed a spot." I say biting my lip.

"Mhmm." He hums kissing my lips gently. His hand squeezing my hip. My body's already getting worked up again, and so is his.

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