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Wild Pagan Heart	By : Tamora Category: 1 through F > Covenant, The Views: 3573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1: Losing Already
- 2-Chapter 2: Nicky’s
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A/N: Now I like to put music to my stories. If you want to, you can check the song I suggest out while you read. For this chapter it’s something a little cliché that can describe the main character. I know she’s typical, but I did that on purpose. Anyway, the song is ‘Black No. 1’ by Type O Negative. You can find it on YouTube.
Wild Pagan Heart by Cara Mascara

Chapter 1: Losing Already
Everything was perfect. It was a beautiful day out. The sky was pure blue with a scarce number of fluffy clouds passing over the bright sun every once in a while. There was a cool breeze, not enough to make you shiver, but enough to make you sigh contently. The grass and the trees were green as could be and the birds and squirrels were scurrying around doing whatever. And here I was, walking through the courtyard of Spenser Academy, lugging a backpack, purse, tote bag and wheeling a giant suitcase behind me. I. Hate. School.
It’s not even like I have to be here today. School doesn’t start for another week. But it figures my parents want me out of the house as soon as they can unload me. Spenser always opens a week before classes so boarding students can settle in. Most of the kids like coming to school early. They can party all night, parent-free. Plus school is right near Nicky’s, which everyone loves.
I sighed, standing in front of the boarding house doors and let my suitcase go for a minute, brushing my long black hair out of my face. And so my return to Hell begins.
I checked in at the table set up next to the stairs and they gave me the key to the room I’ve had every year since I started going to Spenser 3 years ago. Room 313. Same room means same roommate. Why can’t we switch roommates? Maybe I’ll get lucky and Kira Snider died over the summer. Stupid bitch.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the party has arrived!” an obnoxious voice yelled as he slammed the double doors to the boarding house open and made his way into the hall being followed by his best friend/probably gay lover. I rolled my eyes at the sight of him and walked away from the table before he decided to talk to me.
“Now that everyone’s observed your grand entrance Mr. Garwin, can we please settle down?” Assistant Provost Bennett said form behind the table. Reid Garwin. What a tool. Right behind him was Tyler Simms, the Fag or Ipswitch that bothered me the least. They all pissed me off to some extent though.
Maybe I can make it to the elevator before Garwin notices me. “Luxxie!” Nope. Damn it. Why does he have to use that disgusting nickname? He strutted over to me, Simms in tow, swinging his room key around his finger. Girls were watching him. He knew. Girls loved him. Too bad they were too stupid to realize that he didn’t love them before they got in his bed. Naïve whores. “Well Lux, you’re looking as ghostly as ever,” Garwin snickered.
“Shut up, asshole. I’m in a bad enough mood as it is. I don’t need you bugging me and making it worse douche bag,” I snapped. If you can’t tell, I don’t like him. At all. Sure he’s good-looking, but he’s an ass. He’s the main reason I can’t stand the Fags of Ipswich. He’s an intolerable nuisance.
“Ouch baby. No need to be so icy,” he said, cutting in front of me as the elevator door opened and making his way inside. I scoffed and followed behind him, Simms entering last. Just where I wanted to be. Stuck in a large, moving box with Garwin and Simms. Egh.
I tried my best to ignore them discussing which girls looked good this year. “Jenna Larson looks hot. She lost weight. I think I’ll go for her first,” Garwin declared. I snickered and he turned and glared at me. “What’s so funny Elvira?”
“Jenna Larson is a lesbian you moron.”
“I’ll change that,” he smirked.
“You have got to be kidding me. You of all people would not turn her straight.”
“How would you know? Not like you’ve ever had the pleasure. You’re a smart girl. And I know you listen to all those girls gossiping. I can’t be that bad if over half the chicks in this school are swooning over me,” he responded, stepping dangerously close to me. “But if you’re ever interested… room 342,” he said as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Simms waltzed out and Garwin followed, not before flicking his tongue between his index and middle finger.
“Ugh, you’re disgusting,” I called after him.
“You’d love it,” he retorted, not even bothering to turn around and look at me. I stopped at my door, which wasn’t far from the elevator and opened the door.
“Oh God,” I said to myself as I walked into the room. There he was, sprawled out on my bed with his arms cushioning his head. He had some stupid dating show on MTV on and was clacking gum loudly. He looked over at me when I entered and dumped my things all over the floor and grinned. “How did you get in here Abbot?”
“Picked the lock. It’s not that hard to do,” he said, showing me the bent hairpin he had used. I shook my head.
“What do you want?” I asked. I’m pretty sure I know why he’s here though. He stood up and answered me with a smirk. “Aaron… I have to unpack.”
“You have all week to do that,” he said advancing on me.
“Yeah… well… Kira’s probably going to be here soon and she’ll be pissed if I lock the latch on her.”
“She’s on vacation in Paris. She’s not coming till the end of the week.”
“Umm…” I was running out of excuses.
“Lux I haven’t seen you all summer! C’mon,” he coaxed, slowly wrapping his arms around my waist.
“There’s tons of vulnerable freshmen girls walking around… why not scope out the fresh meat?”

“Because I don’t want a freshmen! Would you stop looking for excuses? God!” he said getting angry. I didn’t need Aaron angry with me as soon as I got here, so I just sighed and walked over to the window, shutting the curtains while Aaron locked the door.
“Hey, let’s do it on Kira’s bed,” I giggled. Don’t want to get my sheets dirty.
Aaron came over to me quickly, obviously in one of his primal, ‘me man, you woman’ moods as he grabbed my upper arms hard. He was actually hurting me. He nuzzled his face into my hair and inhaled. “Mmm you smell so good,” he muttered, gripping me tighter. He started kissing my neck, then sucking, and then biting. Hard!
“A-Aaron… you’re hurting me,” I whimpered.
“Good,” he growled in my ear and threw me on Kira’s bed. I yelped as my head barely missed the headboard and Aaron crawled on top of me, ripping his shirt off in the process. I know. I’m a poster Goth girl. Shouldn’t I like kinky rough shit like this? Well, it’s not that I don’t. But sometimes when I’m in a bad mood I like to feel like someone actually cares about me. Then again, sometimes I like to be thrown around when I’m in a bad mood, of beat the shit out of a guy while I fuck him. It depends on my mood. Today is one of those lonely I need to be cared about days though.
It obviously wasn’t going to be for Aaron though. It was going to be rough, and most likely quick. Then he’d probably just leave after making some snarky remark to me. There wasn’t going to be any overnight cuddling today or anything like that.
Aaron had pretty much stripped us both down on his own. He was left in his boxers and I was completely naked except for the pentacle necklace that hung close to my neck. I’d been wearing it since I was nine.
Aaron threw his boxers off and kneeled on the bed, his cock already partially erect. I kneeled in front of him and he attacked my neck again, slowly making his way to my breasts. Aaron was a breast man. The bigger, the better as far as he was concerned, as long as the girl had a good body. That’s why he was drawn to me. I had a slender body, a good ass and DD’s.
Aaron guided my head down with a handful of hair my tongue did it’s magic. He said I gave him the best head he’s ever gotten. He could say that to every girl though. So I don’t let it go to my head. I started doing this tongue roll I always do at his tip and he groaned and let my hair go. “Stop… before I cum.”
I obeyed and sat up, pushing my hair away from my face and wiping my mouth. “Get on your hands and knees,” Aaron commanded and I did what he told me to. I stared down at the royal blue bedspread, my hair falling back in my face as Aaron groped my ass while he positioned himself behind me. I held my breath, anticipating what I knew would be a hard entrance. Yep, there it was. I cringed in slight pain and gripped the bedspread tightly.
I buried my face in Kira’s pillow to muffle my moans. But that was short-lived as Aaron grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me upright. I cried out and grabbed his hand, which was still holding my hair tightly as he continued to pump in and out of me hard. “That’s right baby, I wanna hear you scream,” he groaned in my ear. Yeah, it hurt cause he was pulling my hair, but he was also hitting my g-spot now, which overpowered the pain.
I started to moan loudly, loud enough for the neighboring rooms to hear probably, if anyone was even in those rooms yet. Aaron’s free hand, the one not holding my hair, traveled down to pinch and rub my clit, making me moan his name. “Uhh… Aaron!” Oh shit. I lost.
“I guess I win this round, hmm Luxxie?” Aaron taunted, laughing lowly in my ear. Fucker. He started rubbing faster and between that and him slamming into me I started to lose myself. Aaron bit my neck hard, making me scream as my inner walls tightened around him. Just as my climax finished, Aaron pushed me forward and off him, spilling his seed all over Kira’s bedspread. Good. Stupid cunt.
I stood up and went over to my bed, laying on my back and staring at the ceiling as I tried to steady my breathing. Walking over to the bed wasn’t easy. My legs were all wobbly.
“Your tits look good like that baby.” I looked over at Aaron who was watching my chest move up and down while he pulled his pants on. Once he buckled his belt, he walked over to me and dipped his head down to my chest. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked it hard, then bit down.
“Ouch!” I screamed and shoved Aaron away. “Fucking prick!”
Aaron laughed and walked over to where his shirt was bunched up on the floor. I stood and grabbed my pants, quickly putting them on, followed by my bra. “Shame to cover those up. I’ll see you at Nicky’s tonight,” Aaron said after pulling his shirt over his head.
“No you won’t. I’m unpacking,” I said casually as I picked my shirt up off the floor and turned it right side out.
“Yes I will. I might want company tonight. I need you around and not somewhere you can lock me out. I’ll bring you.”
“Fine. If you’re making me.” He’d get his way no matter what.
Aaron smiled and walked back over to me. His smile was always sinister. Always. He grabbed my chin with one hand and pulled me forward, kissing me hard on the lips, definitely bruising them. He bit down on my lower lip and pulled away, not letting his teeth go till he had to.
“Ass!” I snapped, holding my lips with one hand and smacking him in the arm with the other.
“I’ll see you downstairs at eight love,” he smirked, and then walked out the door. I frowned. I hate when he calls me love. He doesn’t love me. And I don’t love him. He only does it to piss me off. Bastard. I can’t believe I said his name first during sex. Idiot. My first day here and it’s already Lux- 0, Abbot- 1
A/N: Hey guys, please review and vote! I have a lot of this story written already and I'll add more chapters as soon as I get some reviews! Thanks for reading!
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