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"Stop it!" Crystal shouted. She pushed him away with all of her strength. Then she reached out to slap him across the face. The sound was jarring, and it left a ringing in his ears.

Eric could have dodged it, but he didn't.. He was willing to take anything she wanted to give him, even if it left a coppery-blood taste in his mouth. Because it was Crystal that had hit him, the taste of his blood was like a pleasurable malt sugar. "Does your hand hurt?" he asked. "Next time you want to hit me, just tell me, and I'll just hit myself."

Crystal's brow furrowed. "Are you crazy?"

"Crazy about you," Eric replied. "Crazy like a Mad Hatter, but as crafty as a fox."

Crystal gave him a blank look, and she was about to leave, but he grabbed her wrist. "Did you guys make it?" he asked.

Crystal, "What do you mean?"

Eric, "I mean, did you make love? Did you fuck? Well, did you? You can tell me if you did, and I'll forgive you."

Crystal blushed and said, "I guess it's none of your business."

Eric looked at the red flush on her face and then at the bruised mark that he'd left on her neck. "I see," he said presumptuously. "And do you know why he didn't touch you?"

Crystal was uncomfortable with his smug eyes on her. She said, "Sorry, I don't want to know."

Eric gazed at the collar around Crystal's neck. The ruby on the pendant was getting brighter and brighter. "What a coincidence that history is repeating itself," he said. "It seems that fighting for women is our inevitable fate.

Be careful, and don't fall in love with him. You'll regret it if you do."

Crystal frowned. She thought that he sounded like a crazy person. Not only that, but his remark made her eardrums ache. She wondered - Why does falling in love sound so dark and scary? Suddenly her collar felt hot against her skin. She shouted, "Take it off!"

"Oh, crap!" Eric snickered in mock-dismay.

"I forgot the code. Whatever will I do?"

Crystal rolled her eyes and shook off Eric's hand.

Eric, "There is another way to unlock the necklace."

Crystal, "What way?"

Eric leaned back against the wall, lowered his head, and smirked. Then he gave her a malicious look, quickly kissed her lips, and said, "Have sex with me."

Before Crystal could reply, Nathan stepped into the room. He was smoking a cigarette, and his face was void of any emotions. He looked as if he were the King of the Dark. He let go of his fag and crushed it under his foot. Then he stepped forward and punched Eric in the face. His fist hit his jaw. His face was twisted to the wall, and blood splattered out of his mouth. "That'll teach you to kiss girls that don't want to be kissed," he said.

"Give her to me..." Eric said as he looked up. He licked the blood that was pooling on his bottom lip. "...and let bygones be bygones." And then, from his seated position, he punched Nathan in the gut.

Nathan flinched, but he had rock-hard abs, so he was not seriously hurt. After he got over his surprise, he lifted his knee and smashed it under Eric's chin.

Eric's chin slammed up towards the ceiling, but Nathan had left his genitals unguarded, and Eric punched him in the d*ck, which really fucking hurt!

The two went blow for blow, and even after they were both bruised and bloodied, they kept going. Finally, Crystal had enough. She said, "Hey! You two, that's enough! I have no interest in either of you dunderheads."

The two men stopped fighting momentarily, but by the way they were looking at each other, she could tell that they would be ready to get back to their fight any minute now.

She frowned and said, "Come on, you guys. There are better ways to solve your disagreements. Fighting is so childish!"

Of course, the men didn't like to be called children, so they stopped immediately.

Eric turned to Crystal and raised his eyebrow. He said, "Well, so this is what it looks like when my girl gets angry. This is the second time I've fought for a woman with the same man." He gave Nathan a significant look as if to remind him of something.

"So what? Crystal asked. "Should I be honored? Well, I'm not, and it will never work out between us."

"You don't get a say in the matter," Eric sneered, and he seductively licked a pool of blood from his bottom lip like a vampire. "I'm tough, and I always get the last laugh," he said. "Besides, I love the way you taste, and I'm looking forward to the next time I'm able to press my lips against yours." He straightened up and shot Nathan a determined look. "She will be mine!"

Nathan leaned against the wall. Even after the fight, his face was still more beautiful than anything in the world, and his slightly wrinkled brow and unmistakable frown gave it a masculine charm. His laugh was low and arrogant. It was apparent that he didn't respect Eric; he didn't even reply to him. This silent response, however, was more powerful and frightening than saying something would have been.

At this time, Nathan was like a blood-thirsty animal eager to break out of his cage and go on a killing spree to vent his anger.

When Nathan looked at Crystal, he saw the faint bruise on her neck, and he remembered how Eric had kissed her lips. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed her hand. She tried to get free, but he squeezed so hard that she thought he was trying to crush her bones.

Crystal frowned at Nathan as he yanked her into the men's room and slammed the door shut behind them. "What are you going to do?" Crystal cried. "This is the men's room!" Nathan seemed not to care, though. He knew what he was doing. Once they had a little privacy, he wanted to remove the kiss that Eric had left on her lips.