Horizons

Horizons

Mystic Force

Nick/Vida

Read at own risk

DarkCrane AKA ThunderChick89


As darkness descended Vida cringed, knowing what was to come and mentally preparing herself for it.

Ever since that mysterious DJ had shown up in Briarwood it happened as the days wondrous light faded faster than average, as the moon’s lunar rays shown in pale white light.

She hungered, had a thirst that mere mundane food could not quench. Yet night and night again Vida refused to allow that madding, sickening hunger to consume her.

Not yet at least.

Vida wanted so bad not to drink of the blood of humans yet she wasn’t impractical. She knew she couldn’t stave off her blood thirst for much longer, yet she also knew that she would fight it to the death, even if it meant her own.

Closing her eyes she let out a blood curling scream as fire raged through her veins, pumping, no pounding, against her frame. Putting her hands to her head her body jerked as she fought the demanding desire. As her body rocked it forced her deep within a cavern of her mind, finally allowing her to forget about her pain and agony, at least for the moment.


As the sun balanced out on the horizon a motorcycle could be seen riding on the outskirts of the Briarwood city limits, the rider attempting to out run his fears and nightmares.
Sometimes it was just easier to leave your problems behind you in the settling dust, far, far behind you.

Turning his blinker on to turn towards his apartment complex something made him continues down the road, a familiar yet strange feeling that drew him towards the cliffs overlooking the ocean.

As he pulled up into the limited parking space allotted for the small stretch of beach before him a scream echoed off the walls of the cliffs. Scanning the near darkness in front of him he ripped off his helmet as he saw a figure doubled over, hugging their knees.

Placing his motorcycle on the kick stand he reached briefly into his pocket, his hand barley grazing his morpher, hoping to gain a shred of confidence from the small gesture as he began to walk toward the figure, fear clenching somewhere deep within his chest as he realized why he had been drawn to come here.

It was Vida Rocca who had drawn him here.

Breaking out into a run he jumped over the metal fence, ignoring the barbs cutting into his hand or the fact that the gate was only half a mile down the beach. Coming to a stop beside her he wrapped an arm around her causing the pink ranger to swing her arm up and fall back into a defensive stance, relaxing only fractionally when she saw it was Nick.

Watching her face he noticed the look of panic, although well masked, was still there.

“Shhh Vida. You’re safe. No one can hurt you.” Hearing his voice he sounded farther away than he was.

‘But I can hurt you’ she mouthed, allowing no air to come through to give the words sound. Grabbing his hand she placed the hand against her lips and repeated her sentence, again with no air.

“You can’t hurt me. Whatever it is you will be able to overcome it. You’re strong, stronger than any person on this team. No matter what it is, we’ll get through this. Together.” Nick replied as he sat down, pulling her down to sit next to him, gauging her winch at such at causal touch.

“Why are you so jumpy? I barely touch you.” His hand ran at a leisurely pace down her arm “and you flinch. A week ago you were fine with a friendly touch yet now you cringe before I even think of a casual touch on your arm.”

Vida let her eyes lock on the headlights of passing cars, stalling for time and driving the hunger down, keeping both her desires at bay.

“That DJ…” she began, yet it came out barley above a whisper. Wetting her throat she tried again.

“That DJ did something to me…I don’t know what…but I do know that it makes me crave blood. I can feel the blood rushing through your veins and it makes the thrust almost unbearable. Being so close to you makes me want to drink of the essence of your very being.”

As she spoke her voice dropped and had taken on a huskier tone, her desire for both blood and physical satisfaction seeping through her very being.

Nick didn’t respond at first, he just took in her eyes, so hungry, and her body, so taunt and strained from fighting her hunger.

“If I let you feed, will you be satisfied with just feeding or would you still ache?” Nick asked, his voice telling her he as lost in thought, contemplating the nature of his offer, watching her body jerk on its own accord at the hidden promise in his words.

“Do I have a choice?” Vida asked, pushing a stray hair out of her face as they locked eyes until she finally broke contact, unable to stare him in the eye with so much on the line.

“Yes.”

His response caused her head to snap up, a look of bewilderment on her face.

“I will stave your hunger. I will leave which hunger, or hungers as the case may be, up to you.”

Taking his keys from his jacket pocket he began unwinding one from the ring as he continued to speak.

“I’ll give you time to think. I’ll be up for at least the next two hours if not longer.” He said as he put the key ring, minus one, into his pant pocket, shaking his jacket off as he did so.

Handing the key and jacket to Vida he got up and slowly made his way towards his bike, waiting for her to call out to him.

He didn’t have to wait long, as he climbed on his bike he felt a feather light tough on his arm. He looked up to see Vida, holding out his key to him. Reaching to take it from her however she pulled it out of his reach, allowing him to see that it hung from a necklace that rested at the swell of her breast, his eyes traveling the path he wished his mouth could take.

He only raised an eyebrow as Vida climbed on behind him, motioning for the key to unlock his spare helmet which he pulled blindly from his pocket, mouth semi-dry.

As Vida turned around to unlock the case on the back of the motorcycle her breast brushed against him, causing him to sharply intake a breathe, hoping she didn’t notice his audible reaction, or his inaudible one for that matter.

As she snapped the helmet into place his raspy voice carried over the silence of the night.

“I ride better with the passenger in front.”

Shifting at the sound of his voice she slide off the back of the bike, the glitter on her jeans catching his eye as the small beams of moon light caused it to shimmer, a look of ethereal beauty radiating off her without her knowledge.

Sliding back to give Vida room to sit his breath slowed as her hand slide lightly across his thigh, causing his muscle to twitch into her waiting hand.

“If you wait much longer I’ll drink from you here and now.” Vida whispered, turning so that he saw the dancing hunger and lust in her eyes, the double meaning evident as her hand worked it’s way towards the hem of his shirt and the loose belt he had thrown on with the jeans he was currently wearing faster then he could catch it.

Actions spoke louder than words as he guided her hand lower and then just as abruptly pushed her to where she was forced to face forward, bringing the bike to life with a twist of the handlebars.

Pulling out of the parking lot Nick did his best to ignore the fact that he was supposed to be dating Madison, Vida’s sister, not Vida. Instead he let his mind wander to that fact that Vida was deliberately pushing herself into his frame and then scolded himself for not paying closer attention to the road that stretched out in front of him.

Growling to himself at allowing lust to overcome common sense he slowed as he pulled up to his apartment complex, cutting the bike’s turn signal on and then pulling sharply to the left, causing Vida to curse him as he pulled into an empty parking spot and cutting the engine in half the usual time it took.

Helping Vida peel herself from the bike he slipped an arm under his jacket that she still wore, effectively slipping his arm around her waist, letting his fingers play with the waist band of her draw string slacks, all the while guiding her blindly to the door to his apartment.

Sensing the desire pouring off Nick’s strained frame Vida pulled at the buckle of the belt that held his cargo pants to his thin frame, only stopping when he grabbed her hand.

“Patience, we’re almost inside.” He whispered as he fumbled with the key, forcing it into the door and then pushing Vida against it, kissing her harder as he finally got the door open, easing her inside to finally have the privacy they desired.

As the door clicked to a close Nick swung Vida around so her back was pressed hard against the wooden door, his hand running over the teasing trail his spare key made hanging from the thong around her neck, his touch getting lighter as he brushed across the cleavage that showed from her tank, allowing a smirk as she shivered and then arched into his touch, straining against her constricting clothing.

Nick’s hand followed from the swell of her breasts, down her stomach to the string of her loose fitting caprice. Giving her a searching look he pulled the strings loose as he sank to his knees, letting her pants slide to the ground, pooling at her feet, impatiently pushing them aside. Running his tongue across her slowly causing Vida’s muscles clinched at such a teasing act.

“Nick” she gasped, as he bit the inside of her thigh, earning a chuckle from the depths of his body. Returning his attention back to the bundle of nerves that would throw her over the edge he ran a thumb across her clitoris, she bucked into his touch and whined when he pulled back, not yet, it was to soon for her to finish.

Reining in all the self control he could muster Nick rose and led her slowly towards his room, only the glow from his alarm clock kept them from actually falling onto his low level bed, allowing them to control their decent to his bed.

Nick forced her shirt aside, wasting no time, slipping his hand under her dark pink bra as he attempted to work her clit with his knee, earning a cross between a moan and a growl from Vida.

“Nick…God…tease…” she whispered harshly as she bucked involuntary against his thrusts, aching for more yet not daring to ask for it, yet.

“You want me?” he asked as his hand dipped lower, taking over the ministration his knee had picked up only to pull it back after an all to brief second.

Vida pushed into his tantalizing, teasing caress as a gleam of sweat began to cover her dark frame.

“Say it.” A harsh whisper in her ear, “Say you want me. Say you need me inside of you. Say you want me to cum inside of you.” Nick demanded, with no infliction to his voice, yet it was still so commanding.

She obeyed without hesitation or second thought.

“I want you Nick. I need you inside of me.” She whimpered as his caresses came faster, harder and stronger, his desire pouring through them.

He pulled her into a kiss that, along with the caresses left her head spinning as he pushed past her virginal barrier, pulling her to him as she closed her eyes in pain.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Nick whispered over and over in her ear as her body adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

Slowly she opened her eyes and began to rock slowly, forcing Nick to join in the sedate rhythm of her body’s movements as a jolt of electricity seemed to go straight through him, like a thousand volts of pure untamed energy, coursing through both rangers until the glow of their climaxes slowly faded.


“You need to feed.” Nick said after a few moments silence, pulling Vida into his arms again and placing her delicate lips inches from his pulsing jugular vein.

Laying a row of soft butterfly kisses on the vein in his neck she let her fangs slowly sink into the pulsating vein and began to drink her fill as Nick closed his eyes as a wave of ecstasy hit him.

As her thirst finally quenched itself she pulled back and licked the wound thoroughly clean of blood before wrapping herself into his arms as a curtain of pure night descended on them.


Vida stretched, surprised when she hit something hard, Rolling over to investigate her eyes immediately locked in on the twin puncture marks on Nick’s neck, reaching out to run her fingers across them.

As her fingers ran a thin line across the bite mark Nick tried his best to make it look like he was asleep, only marginally succeeding.

“Your blood picked up too fast for you to be asleep.” Vida whispered.

As her breathe hit his ear Nick gave up his charade.

“True enough.” He said, his voice huskier than she remembered. “Sleep well?”

“Very” Vida replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she let her head rest on his, running feather light fingers across his chest.

“Don’t” was Nick’s reply as he stilled her hands, laying them to rest on his chest, pulling her closer to him.

“Are you ok?” Nick asked his genuine concern for her evident in his eyes.

“Yes. I’m fine.” She said, trying to assure him, only succeeding marginally.

“Go back to sleep Vida.” Nick said, laying her back, half on the bed, half on him, pulling the covers over them as her eyes slowly drifted close.

The End

Authoress Note: So what’d you all think?

TC89