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[rjmartin11]

Did someone say it's Elvis Presley Day?!?

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[rjmartin11]

Deadly Love Reimagined

Part Seventeen

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee feels her boyfriend, Elvis, is concealing something from her. They've been seeing each other for the past week, and things have been heating up quite quickly. She would never move this fast with any man, but something is drawing her to Elvis. Something that scares her.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Smut...

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Seventeen! The final chapter! A bittersweet ending. I've always loved this story and the characters. This is the end of the road of writing for me. Once again. I'm retiring. I'm not sure if I'll get any more inspiration for a new EP tale. But I'll be around to read.

For my final chapter, I guess I'll go out with a bang... 😏😏😏

Thank you all for reading. If you enjoy this chapter, like, follow, comment, and repost.

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Elvis has his guards clean up Bianca's mess and pack up her things in the apartment. The orders are to dispose of Bianca's things. Elvis personally places Bianca's lifeless body in the same box she had intended for his bride. Elvis shakes his head as he closes the lid of the coffin. It was like closing a chapter of his life.

"Wasted talent," Elvis whispers.

Elvis' mind drifts back to Jordee. He senses her pain and longs to comfort her. He walks back to the shaded baloney and checks on her. She hasn't moved an inch since he last checked on her.

"E?" Jerry whispers. "I think it's been more than enough time for you to go and talk to your wife."

"I'm going. Of course, I'm going it's just..." Elvis pauses. "There's fear in her about everything. I couldn't take it if she pushed me away again."

"You never know what you can do until you try," Jerry says to Elvis, giving some advice. "Go. Talk with her."

Elvis walks out of Bianca's apartment as the guards finish the packing. He walks into the courtyard and approaches Jordee. Her face turned away from him. She leans herself again the water fountain.

"I heard your footsteps," Jordee says.

"Baby," Elvis says. "Talk to me, please. I know this is a lot, but I'm here for you."

"Elvis," Jordee whispers, turning around to face him. "I killed her."

"Jor..."

"No!" Jordee interrupts him. "Listen. I wanted her dead. She hurt you. She hurt me. She cut me and hit me because you chose me. Because you love me over her."

Jordee pauses as tears fall from her eyes, rolling down cheeks like drops of crystals.

"Pretty evil, huh?" Jordee says. "How can you love me?"

"Because Jor," Elvis says, grabbing her waist to get her attention. "You did it all to save us. You saved my life, baby. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me before. All I see is a hero before me. If anything, Jordee, I'm the evil."

"Why you?"

"You didn't want this life, but I'm greedy. I'm selfish. We've only been husband and wife for a week. Then I saw you dying. I promised to love you as a human."

"Elvis, my love. There's nothing that needs to be forgiven. I chose you the moment I knew I was dying. I'm only thirty-three years old, and there is so much more I want to do with you."

"I love you, Jor," Elvis says, placing his hand on her face.

Jordee feels the warmth radiate into her skin. She's surprised by it, but she welcomes his touch. She closes her eyes and feels more comfort passes through her soul. The anguish she felt earlier was gone.

"Oh," Jordee sighs. "This feeling."

"We are one now, baby. One as lovers, friends, and chosen. I feel your pain and your joy as you now feel mine. We are a chosen pair connected in every way. Well, almost."

Jordee opens her eyes to look at Elvis.

"Almost? What's missing?"

"You have to feed from me."

Jordee takes a deep breath, smelling Elvis' blood. It smelt so appetizing and savory. Jordee feels a warmth take over her. It's not hunger. It's lust for Elvis. She gently grabs his face, kissing him with fervor. The more they kiss. The wetter Jordee gets. They are out in the open, but Jordee could care less. She's ready to rip her clothes off.

"I need you inside me," Jordee whispers.

"Whoa, Jordee," Elvis says, "Slow down. Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder. And there's someone I'd like you to meet."

"Okay," Jordee says, a little disappointed, hopefully because she has something great to look forward to with Elvis.

Elvis takes Jordee back to Jerry's apartment. He knocks in the door, and Jerry opens it up, inviting them both in.

"This introduction started off on the wrong foot," Elvis says. "Let's get this right. Jordee, this is my best friend and little brother, Jerry, and his girlfriend, Alicia. Jer. Alicia. This is my Jordee. The love of my life."

Elvis kisses the side of Jordee's forehead, and she smiles.

"It's nice to meet you both," Jordee says, shaking Jerry's hand.

"It's an honor to meet you, Jordee," Jerry says. "Elvis, you have one hell of a bride."

"Thanks, Jer," Elvis winks at Jerry.

Jordee gently shakes Alicia's hand, catching her scent.

"Your human," Jordee comments.

"Last time I checked, yeah," Alicia jokes.

"You both are like me and Elvis. Well," Jordee pauses, realizing she was no longer a human. "The way we were."

"Oh, Jordee," Elvis says, remembering they weren't alone. "This is Mama LaRue. She's Alicia grandmother, and if it wasn't for her, I don't know if we would have found you in time."

Jordee and Mama LaRue look at each for a moment. Jordee nods her head at Mama LaRue.

"You have a familiar spirit about you," Jordee says.

"Gal, I have several familiar spirits about me," Mama LaRue confesses, laughing at the subject. "Elvis, boi. You gots a good wife. Put her first, and she'll take care of ya."

"I will, I promise," Elvis says, pulling Jordee close to him. "Jer, we gotta go."

"So soon?" Jerry questions.

"We'll be back. Maybe for dinner. It's still our honeymoon," Elvis says, taking Jordee by the hand.

Jerry nods his head in understanding. Elvis whistles for Duke, who was sitting by Mama LaRue.

"See ya later, E," Jerry says, escorting them to the door. "And a Jordee? Take care of Elvis for me, will ya?"

"I plan to," Jordee smiles at him.

Elvis and Jordee leave Jerry's apartment with Duke, the dog in tow. They walk through the streets of New Orleans, taking in the scenery. They want each other terribly, but they realize they have time. More time than those who waste time.

Ten minutes later, they are back at the mansion. Duke walks into the living room, making himself at hike again.

Jordee puts both her hands out for Elvis to take them.

"Come," Jordee whispers.

Elvis slides his hands into Jordee's palms, feeling the warmth of her skin on his hands. Jordee leads him upstairs to the bedroom. Elvis closes the door behind them. He leans against the door as Jordee sashays to the bed.

Elvis has always held back during intercourse with Jordee. Now that she's a vampire, there's no need to hold back. He walks over to her, ready to rip her clothes from her body and plunge himself into her. He was ready to cover Jordee's body with kisses. Placing her hand on his chest, Jordee stops Elvis' advance.

"No," Jordee whispers, yet her eyes plead yes.

"Why?"

"Being that you and I are one now. We can sense everything from each other. I want you to sense what I want. What I need from you."

"I sense..." Elvis pauses, honing in on Jordee's emotions. "Lust for me. You want me just as I want you, but you're holding back."

"Why do you think that is," Jordee whispers, taking his hand and placing it over her heart.

"Why would you hold back from me if you love me?" Elvis asks.

Then, like lightning, it hit him. He knew exactly what she needed from him.

"I love you, Jordee."

Jordee smiles, placing his hand on her face.

"I love you more."

"No. I love you more," Elvis bates her, grabbing her face with both hands.

Elvis lays on top of her, grinding their waists together. Jordee wraps her legs around his waist, clinging to him needily. Elvis slips his hand between her legs, finding her pussy. He massages circles over her clitorus. Jordee exhales a sharp breath. Her body is more sensitive to her sexual needs than before.

Jordee rips Elvis' buttons off of his shirt, sending them flying across the room. Elvis rips Jordee's panties off. He quickly slides himself down to lick her folds and pussy down thoroughly. Jordee's breathing is rapid. She sits herself up to get more from Elvis. He places his hands on her hips, moving her to the rhythm of his mouth.

"Yes, Elvis," Jordee whines.

Elvis stands up, unbuckling his pants. At the same time, Jordee takes her dress completely off and tosses it to the side. She takes her bra off, fully exposing herself to Elvis.

"My god, you're beautiful," he says.

Dropping his pants, Elvis reveals his rock hard cock to Jordee. Jordee moves herself closer to him.

"So are you, Elvis," she says, kissing his stomach and working her way down to his penis.

She began licking his head and started to suck him off like a delicious cherry lollipop. Elvis is large, but she's willing to please Elvis in every way possible. She paces herself, but soon she's speedy up her speed, causing Elvis to buck in her mouth.

"Holy fuck, baby," he compliments her.

Elvis grabs her head off of him and kisses her mouth passionately. He gently pushes her back against the mattress, watching her boobies bounce. With his eyes locked in on her eyes. Elvis crawls on top of her like a jungle cat. He kisses her lips as Jordee opens her legs to him. Elvis slowly sinks himself into her, causing Jordee to exhale in excitement.

"Don't hold back this time," Jordee says.

"Never again."

Elvis holds Jordee's waist and drives himself into her slowly. Jordee cries out in pure pleasure. She wraps legs around him once more. Elvis admitted once they he held back, but time has passed, and he gives Jordee his all. Elvis is like an untamed horse between her legs, bucking in and out of her wet kitty.

He sits Jordee up, kissing her lips and working his way down to her neck. Jordee's legs are still around his waist, yet she's sitting in his lap. Her arms are wrapped around his back. She plays in his hair and kisses his shoulder. She smells his savory delicious scent. Without warning, she bites into his skin, tasting Elvis and savoring every drop of blood. It was unlike anything she ever tasted before. She laps at her bite, healing his skin.

Elvis indulges in her bite, enjoying the pain in a pleasureful way. He pushes her hips down, sitting her down on his cock in the scissors position. They kiss one another once more before Elvis begins pounding into her again. Jordee holds onto his shoulders and rolls her hips into his thrusts.

Elvis and Jordee lose all track of time being lost in one another. It was another way of bearing their souls to one another being lost in keep and utter passion.

Jordee pushes Elvis back on the bed. She cowgirls his cock, slowly lifting herself up and down. Tears of ecstacy spring for her eyes as her orgasm hits her from our of nowhere. It was like a fire that engulfed her in passion.

Elvis chases his orgasm. Holding Jordee on his dick, he pushes himself further inside her. He hits her g spot, pushing himself over the edge into his orgasm. This enacts a second wave for Jordee, and she falls limp in top of Elvis. They lay on top of one another, gasping for air.

"Fuck," Elvis breathes.

"I second that," Jordee says, kissing Elvis. "You really were holding back."

"Was it worth the wait?"

"Elvis, it was worth everything."

Jordee rests her forehead against Elvis's forehead.

"Are you ready for forever?" Elvis asks, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Honesty. I've been ready since I said I do."

There's this beautiful pause between them as they think about their future together.

"I love you, Elvis."

"I love you too, Jordee. With all that I am."

Elvis and Jordee passionately kiss one another. They smile as they enjoy their wedded bliss. Completely in love.

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[rjmartin11]

The Fire We Make Chapter Four

Word Count:???

Warnings: Traveling to the past

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Four. I missed writing. I have so many ideas, but I just need to get them out.

I apologize for the delay in the new chapter. I was celebrating my birthday in Europe.

This chapter is for the purpose of understanding how the reader is in the position she is in currently. Thank you all for hanging around to see what I cook up next.

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1957

You walk out of your English class at the University of Memphis. Confident that you aced your final in spite of your broke up with Nathan. You don't crack under pressure easily. You made up your mind you were passing this semester. You passed the first three classes and now you have one more.

Sadly, your mind still drifted back to Nathan. Nathan was so sweet at first. Kind and caring. He opened the door for you and carried your books for you. Then something switched in him. You saw something dark in his soul. You had one big fight, and you were over him. You could do better then a man who called you out of your name.

You were ready to celebrate the end of the semester. You go home and clean up for the night. You knew your worth and you wanted to dance. Your mom asks you to be careful, you promise her you will, kiss her cheek and rush out the door.

You head to Beale Street where all the action is. You go inside the first club on the strip, BB King's joint. It's crowded but it's worth it. You get yourself a drink and hope you run into a friendly face. The music is incredible as always.

"Y/N?" You hear a familiar voice call your name.

You turn and see a friendly face.

"Sandy!" You get up and hug her. You haven't seen her since she went to Hawaii for her studies.

"I'm glad your back. How long are you in town?" You ask.

"For the entire summer."

"The whole summer. We should start planning our girl trips now."

"Well..." Sandy says, giving you the look.

That infamous look thet she's made plans or some sort of treat up her sleeve.

"Sandy, what did you do?" You ask.

"I met guy and he asked me to a party out on ole Highway 51. He said I could grab a friend."

"Highway 51?" You question. "That's so far."

"Come on, Y/N. It'll be fun. Unless you wanna spend time with Nathan..."

"We broke up," you blurt out. You don't even want to think about it.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"It's fine. I forgive you. In fact, a party sounds like fun. Fun I need."

"Great! Let's go!" Sandy says, grabbing your hand and yanking you towards the door.

"Sandy, wait. Do you even know this guy's name? Where he's taking us exactly?" You ask her concerned.

"The guy who invited me is n a named Jerry. It's his friend's house."

"Who's this friend?"

Sandy looks at you. Another look across her face. This look reads, "Don't spoil the surprise."

"Let's go, Sandy."

A large smile spreads across Sandy's face and she rushes you to the car that waits for you both outside. You introduce yourself to Jerry, who you notice is quite good-looking. You start wondering if his friends are as good looking as he.

Fifteen minutes later, your at the gates of an old Southern style mansion. People are blocking the gates. Many of them young girls screaming and cheer. The gates open up, and Jerry pulls the car up the curvy driveway. He parks and you all get out of the car. The is quite lively with music and laugh. The smell of Southern barbecue in the air.

You walk in the front door and the house is swarming with people like a bee hive. You can barely see the floor but you notice it's cherry red carpet. There's a grand staircase with gorgeous blus velvet curtains with gold trim. On the wall next to the curtains, hangs a portrait of a handsome man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

With wide eyes, you swiftly turn to Sandy.

"Sandy, that's Elvis Presley on the wall," you inform her.

"Yes, it is" Sandy says without hesitation.

"This is Elvis Presley's house?"

"Yes."

You're flabbergasted. You are standing in Graceland. How did Sandy get an invitation to one of America's most eligible bachelors.

"I feel so out of place," you admit.

"Y/N, relax. Everyone's cool here. Most of the people here are his family and the other half are friends and friends of friends. Get a drink and mingle."

You take a breath, anchoring yourself to be in the moment. You're still in a dancing mood, but you need someone to dance with. The next moment, someone comes up to greet Jerry.

"Yeah, Jerry. How you been you ole son of a gun?"

"Hey, Sonny. I'm good," Jerry said, shaking his hand. "You remember Sandy and this is her friend Y/N."

Sonny looks at you awestruck, but he smiles at you and extends his hand to you. No man has truly ever looked at you like you're gorgeous.

"Hi there, I'm Sonny. West."

You shake his hand and reply, "Hi, Sonny, I'm Y/N L/N."

"You are the prettiest thing I've seen all night."

You feel your cheeks flush and you smile.

"Why, thank you."

"Sandy, you mind if I borrow your friend?" He asks.

"Sonny, you have to ask her," Sandy says.

"I'd love to," you say without hesitation. Something about Sonny seems safe. Safe enough to let go of Sandy's arm and out of your comfort zone.

"Tell me about yourself, Y/N," Sonny asks.

"Well, I'm currently in school at UM, trying to finish my English degree."

"Wow, beauty and brains."

"I try. What about you? How long have you been friends with Jerry?"

"I'm not really his friend. We're both friends with Elvis. I've knew Jerry since Elvis started allowing him to tagalong. I actually went over there to talk to you," he admitted. "From across the room your cute, but seeing you up close you are beautiful."

You shyly look down at the floor and smile.

"Wow. You sure know how to make a girl feel special. That's very sweet of you to say. Thank you."

Suddenly you feel another pair of eyes on you. You turn your head to see who's looking at you. From across the room, you see this ethereal face with captivating eyes, and a sensual presence. He smiles at you kindly, but you look back at Sonny. Sonny was kind enough to approach you and talk with you, you can be just as kind. You wanted to give him a chance. Sonny was kind and good looking. Your only minus about him was the negative comment he said about Jerry.

"Would you like to dance?" Sonny asks you.

"I..."

"Well, what do we have here, Sonny?" the man comes up to you, patting Sonny on the back.

You notice Sonny's face change when he guys walks up. It's a mixture of "Oh no", "Not again", and "Be nice" all rolled into one expression. The way Sonny rolls his eyes closed can't be missed, but the smile he plasters on his face is palpable.

"Hey, EP. I was just... mingling," Sonny says.

He looks at you. You can see the hues of his eyes. They're true blue that chills your soul, sending chills and goosebumps across your skin.

"Hi, I'm Elvis," he says gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

"It's nice to meet you Elvis, I'm Y/N," you say trying to keep your composure.

You've seen pictures of him and watched him perform of television. You've heard his voice on the radio. He had a gorgeous baritone. He can admit he was more than handsome, but to see him here face to face... he was ethereal. An unreal presence that was out of this world plus quite charming. He was so fine that your heart began to palpitate.

You gently take your hand from his, placing it back to your side.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N. Well to Graceland."

"Thank you. I know I came unannounced I was invited by a friend of one of your friends."

"Sandy?"

"Yes, Sandy."

"I got t a remember to thank her later," he said glance over to her. "Could I get you a drink, Y/N?" He asked.

"Actually, Sonny just asked me to dance, and I've been wanting to dance all night. Thank you though. It was sweet of you to ask."

You pull Sonny to the dance floor and start to dance. You don't realize that Elvis won't follow you there cause he doesn't dance. Not like that. His dance skills are for the stage only. You also don't realize that you made Sonny the happiest guy in the room. Most girls jump right into Elvis' arms once he works his magical charm on them, or maybe your playing hard to get. Either way, Sonny is glad you chose him. You can't deny your attraction to Elvis, but you want to give Sonny a chance.

As you dance with Sonny, you catch Elvis glancing at you. You looks you up and down, admiring God's handy work in crafting you. He smirks at you. You've never been so admired for your looks. You're a bookworm. A plain Jane. Never the beauty queen just an extra warm body, and according to your ex boyfriend... the thought stops you.

"Y/N, you okay?" Sonny asks, bringing your thoughts back to reality.

"I'm fine. I could use a drink and some air."

"I'll get you something. Anything in particular you want?"

"Umm, something cold and wet."

Sonny laughs. "We got that."

As Sonny walks away from you, you walk to the nearest door to the outside. You really needed to catch your breath after your last thought. You begin questioning why you were so overwhelmed.

The next moment you hear the door open and shut quietly. You turn and realize it's not Sonny with a Pepsi Cola bottle. You freeze in place.

"Thirsty?" Elvis says, handing you the bottle.

Reluctantly, you take from him. A smirk gracing his handsome face.

"Where's Sonny?" You ask.

"Still inside."

You turn away from him not really knowing what to say. What does a girl say to Elvis Presley? You take a sip from bottle and look at the night sky. You lean against the house quietly. Elvis follows suit. Your heart races at the proximity of being this close to him. You fixate your eyes on the sky.

"Beautiful night isn't it?" Elvis asks. "It would be prettier with a full moon."

"Yeah," you reply. "Maybe I should go find Sonny."

You try walking back into the house, but Elvis grabs your hand.

"Wait a minute," he says.

You look back at him. You are absolutely caught in his gaze.

"I-I like to get to know you better if you give me a chance, Y/N."

"Forgive me, Mr. Presley, but I..."

"Elvis. Please. My father is Mr. Presley."

"Elvis, I don't believe I'm interesting enough for you."

"Let me be the judge of that."

You both lean against the house again, staring at each other. Elvis never let's go of your hand. He caresses your hand. You don't want him to let go.

"So what's your story, honey? Where are you from?" He asks you. His voice is deep, smooth, and calm yet he has a bass to his voice.

"Well, I, huh. I'm from Florida. My mother got a job opportunity for Memphis and I got accepted into UM. It all worked out."

"How long have you been in Memphis?"

"Three years. I have one more year and I'm done with college."

"Pretty and smart. That's a lethal combination. I like it though," Elvis says.

You smile, feeling your cheeks warm. You look down to the ground and back to the sky.

"Than-thank you," you say, the smile never leaving your face.

"How ya likin' Memphis?" He asks.

"I love it. I love spending time on Beale Street. It's so lively there."

"I love Beale Street too. I miss it," Elvis admits. "I used to go all the time before..."

Elvis goes quiet and looks at the night sky. You observe the change in his demeanor. Like he's looking for a shooting star to wish for something.

You shake his hand gently to catch his attention and ask, "Penny for your thoughts?"

Elvis turns to look at you.

"Do you really like Sonny?"

The question takes you aback. You don't know how to answer him, but don't hesitate.

"Yes, I like Sonny. He's... nice. Nicer than the last guy I was with."

"There was a last guy?"

"Isn't there always a last guy?"

"Well, tell me what happened?"

"There's nothing to tell. He wasn't the guy for me. He was... cruel."

"He's a loser if he let you go. You're one of a kind. Ain't no one else like you."

"Elvis, how could you know that? You just met me."

"I know," Elvis says with reassuring confidence. "Back to Sonny. Has he kissed you yet? Or were you expecting him to keep out here and kiss you and claim you for himself?"

You snatch you hand away from him.

"You have nerve, Elvis Presley. I just met him. I'm not that kind of girl."

Elvis pushes himself off the wall to face you. "I was just saying if I wanted you, I wouldn't hesitate."

Elvis kisses your lips swiftly but gently. If he were any other guy you'd push him away and possibly slap him for being so forward. But you don't. This kiss is unlike any kiss you've experienced before. It reminds you of your first kiss with Tommy Harvey from fifth grade. Purely innocent. Then Elvis turns his head slowly slipping his tongue into your mouth, massaging your tongue with his as your lips crash together. This reminds you of a man staking his own claim. What a kiss!

When you pull away from each other, you place your fingers on your lips. Your heart's trying to catch up to your brain. Elvis eyes have darkened, yet they're still beautiful.

"You kiss by the book." You whisper to Elvis.

"What does that mean?" Elvis giggles.

"Nothing really. Just that you know how to kiss a girl. You put a few things in prospective for me actually."

"Hey, Y/N," Sonny says, walking outside. "EP, you're here to?"

"Yeah, just keeping your date some company."

In that moment, you're glad you didn't wear lipstick. You smooth out your dress and smile.

"Hi, Sonny," you greet him.

A smile comes across his face.

"Is this where the party is?" Sandy says, walking outside with Jerry in tow.

"Everybody's out here now," Elvis whispers.

You can hear the regret in his voice as if he just really wanted the alone time with you. A huge part of you regrets it to. You felt like you were just getting to know him.

"You ready to go?" Sandy asks.

Not really. You think to yourself, but you say, "Sure."

"I'll walk y'all out," Sonny says, grabbing your hand.

You, Sandy, Jerry, and Sonny start walking towards the driveway from the back of the house.

"Y/N," Elvis says, stopping you in your tracks. "It was nice talkin' to ya. Come by anytime we have a party."

You look at each for a moment and something passes between you both. You smile knowing this isn't the last time you'll spend together.

"Very nice, Elvis. Thank you. Good night," you saying, continuing on your way.

As you get to the car, Sonny pulls you aside.

"I had a really good time tonight," he tells you.

"Me too, but..." you say, looking down at your feet.

"But what?"

You look back up at Sonny.

"Sonny, you're a really nice guy, but I just broke up with a guy who wasn't so nice. I'm... on the rebound and I don't wanna hurt you because of what he did."

Sonny nods his head.

"I understand," he says, kissing your cheek.

You tell each good night then you get in the backseat of Jerry's car. You sit quietly contemplating your moment with Elvis.

"Fun party, huh, Y/N?" Sandy asks, looking back at you, snapping you away from your thoughts.

"Yeah, fun party."

Later that night, you lay in your bed, staring at the ceiling. A million things swimming in your mind, and they all are concerning Elvis. Should you take him up on his offer? You really wanted to give Sonny a chance, but Elvis staked his claim on you. You will definitely take him up on his offer to cone back to Graceland.

You turn over on your side and smile to yourself.

To be continued...

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[rjmartin11]

The Fire We Make

Chapter Two

Summary: You and Elvis just can't keep yourselves away from one another.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Some smut... violence

This chapter may not be suited for younger viewers. Parental discretion is advised.

Author's Notes: Hey, y'all! I'm so, so happy with the turnout of the first chapter that I had to create this chapter. I did moss writing!

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It's been about forty-five minutes since your little encounter with Elvis in the kitchen, and he's staring you down with those lust baby blues. He's stalking you like a tiger waiting for its prey. It's given you your set of confidence back, plus the drinks help you loosen up. And you love it! It's attention that you haven't in a while.

One year too long...

You think to yourself.

It's nice having everyone back together eating, drinking, and talking. Everyone is catching you up on everything you missed. All of Elvis tours and vacations. It's easy to get lost in a crowd, but everyone keeps you present.

"You gotta see E's show in Vegas! It's incredible how he has everything set up! The orchestra! The band! Ronnie, the drummer! The Sweet Inspirations! Plus, the Imperials!" Red exclaims.

"It sounds incredible, but..." You trail off, thinking about Nathan's reaction. "I just couldn't get away from Memphis."

"Why not?" Elvis chimes in.

"Work," you answer plainly.

Elvis raises an eyebrow, taking another sip from his Pepsi-Cola. You don't realize it, but Elvis knows that something is off with you. He noticed it last year as well. Furthermore, he's planning on finding it out one way or another.

"But I'd love to go to Vegas. One day. I've never been."

"I'll kidnapp you one day, and we can go for the weekend," Sandy says, grabbing your arm.

"Please do!" You say, bumping her shoulder with your own.

You two begin laughing. You glance over at Elvis, who walks over to the sofa now. Your heart races as the flame at the put of your tummy ignites with gusto. Elvis casually sits beside you. The closeness, although waited, makes you move closer toward Sandy. You squeeze your legs together, trying to ignore the warmth pooling in your underwear. God, how you longed for him.

Elvis lightly grabs one of your curls off your shoulder to get your attention. It works. You glance at him, and he starts working that boyish charm. You look away, trying your best not to laugh. He's just so damn cute. Elvis rolls his eyes and starts to tickle you on your sides. You jerk back against the sofa, away from Sandy. Your laughter is contagious. Almost as contagious as Elvis'. He pulls you in closer.

"Elvis! What are you doing?!?" You laugh at loud.

"I gotta let you something," he says. "Come here."

His lips are right on your ear. Your heart is pounding. Your blood is racing, and you feel completely flammable.

"Remember the disappearing game we used to play?" Elvis whispers to you. "You disappear, and I'll make everyone disappear. I need you tonight."

"What secrets are you two sharing?" Sandy asks.

You look Sandy in the eye and say with complete confidence,

"Elvis is trying to be funny."

You snatch away from Elvis, straightening your dress. You're trying to keep up the facade that nothing is going on between you two. Elvis kisses every girl, including the Mafia wives and girlfriends. He's always been that Southern sweetheart. A gentleman to a fault. When Elvis had girlfriends, he showed them extra special attention. You made sure he never showed that toward you. You were only friends... with benefits.

"What time is it?" You ask.

"Oh, it's about nine thirty."

"I gotta get home," you say, rushing to leave.

"Y/N, so soon?" Sandy says. "You just got back."

"It's best that I meet my husband by ten p.m. Make sure that dinner is on the table," you explain.

"Y/N," Sandy asks, walking you toward the door. "I know it's been a while, but you know you talk to me about anything. Right?"

You look in your best friend's eyes. You see the seriousness there. She was always the sweetest human being. She was the sister you wish you had. Sandy always had your back, and you had hers. Everything changed when you got married to Nathan. Sandy never liked him, and damn if she wasn't right.

"Of course, I know," you say, giving her one last hug.

You both say your goodbyes, and you start walking down the driveway. You walk a little ways until you hear the door close. You look behind you and notice no one's watching you. You make a run for the backyard. You quickly open the gate and close it behind you. You quietly walk in the backyard, passing Veron's office.

You peep through the Jungle Room window and notice Elvis saying goodbye to everyone. You stand at the backdoor quietly as you hear the commotion of everyone getting in their cars. You hear a few voices lingering around, but it's not too long, and all is silent.

You hear footsteps coming toward you. The door opens, and there he stands before you. Tall. Ethereal, Greek features. Big, cerulean eyes. Pouty lips. Olive skin. Jet black flocks. Elvis Presley is one gorgeous being.

"Hey, baby," he says, pulling you inside.

Elvis shuts and locks the door behind him, leaving you two alone at last. You look at one another for a moment. Then you do what you've been meaning to do all night. You run into his arms. You wrap your arms around him, feeling the heat of him radiate through your hands. You breathe in his manly scent as he holds you to him.

"Oh, God. I missed you," you admit.

"Not as much as I missed you," Elvis says, grabbing your face between his hands and kisses you.

He kisses you with such an urgency that you melt into his touch. You burn for him. Elvis moves down to your neck, and you moan. He lifts your left leg to his side, grabbing your ass.

You gently put your leg down and move away from him. He doesn't stop you. You slowly walk away from Elvis with a smirk on your face. You pause at the foot of the stairs and look back at him.

"Are you coming?" You ask.

"You bet your pretty ass I'm comin'" Elvis says, charging after you.

You both race upstairs, laughing all the way to his bedroom. You stumble into the room as Elvis slams the door shut. He leans against the door, guarding it as if he were in the Army again.

"No where to run now, Y/N."

"Who's running, Elvis?"

You lay on the edge of the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. You slowly spread your legs open for him. Elvis walks over to you as he unbuttons his blouse. He kneels between your legs. He grips your hips, moving you closer to him. You inhale at the motion. You place your hands on his face, kissing his lips. The fire in your loins burns hot at Elvis' touch. It consumes you.

You pull away from him, and he smirks at you.

"I know what you want," Elvis whispers, kissing your nose.

You pull your dress up, revealing your wet panties. Elvis pulls your panties down your thighs and off your legs. Elvis doesn't make you wait. He spreads your legs open and starts to work your clitorus. His mouth feels incredible on you. Even though it makes you weak, you pull yourself up to dispose of your dress and bra.

Elvis gives you one last lick, then he plunges his fingers into your warm heat. You moan loudly at the sensation he gives you. He adds fuel to your fire with every motion. You are a blaze.

Elvis takes his fingers out of you, licking up your excess wet heat left in his fingers. He stands up, dropping his pants and exposing himself to you. He lays on top of you, kissing you.

"You ready?" Elvis asks.

"Yes, I'm ready."

He lines himself with you, plunging himself into your sacred place. He thrusts and thursts inside you. You move in rhythm with him, losing yourself in the flames of lust and want. Nothing matters but this in the moment. Elvis rolls in the flames with you, adding more fuel to the fire. You two are one flaming inferno.

"Elvis, I... I'm gonna cum," you moan.

"Me too, baby."

The next moment, you both explode into balls of fire. Elvis collapses on top of you. The heat of the moment has consumed you. You lay there breathless, hot, and sweaty. Feeling better than you ever had in your life.

Elvis grabs you in his arms, holding you close. He wraps his legs around you as he plants kisses on your forehead and cheek. He takes your hand and kisses your palm and fingers.

"I missed you so much, baby," Elvis whispers in your ear.

You think about all the lost time away from Elvis. All the time, you could have been in his arms and in his bed.

"I missed you more than you'll ever know, Elvis," you say, holding back your tears.

It doesn't matter how many times Elvis fucks you or kisses you. In reality, you have to leave him again. You have to go back to Nathan and the house that lacks the love.

"Stay this time," Elvis says. "Stay with me, please?"

Elvis isn't asking for you to stay. He's begging for you to stay. You hear it in his tone. You feel it in the way he holds you.

"Elvis, I can't."

"You don't love him. Why are you going back?"

You look at Elvis. Was it he who asked you the question or your conscience? No, it was him. It was as if he read your mind. Your will makes you go back to Nathan because it's rooted in fear and Stockholm syndrome. You can't tell Elvis that because only God knows what he'll do.

You reluctantly pull yourself away from Elvis when all you want to do is be with him. You put your bra and dress on.

"Where are my panties?" You say out loud to yourself.

"You mean these?" Elvis asks, holding them up.

"Elvis, I need those."

"You can only get them if you stay."

"I can't stay! Don't you understand I can't even if I want to!"

"What is he doing to you, Y/N?"

You pause, knowing the next words coming from your lips were a lie. You can't hold back the tears that cloud your eyes.

"Baby, you're trembling. You're crying. What's going on? Tell me."

"Nothing, Elvis. Trust me when I tell you. I'll be fine. Please."

You kiss his lips passionately. You slowly pull away, looking him in his beautiful blue eyes.

"I'll see you soon," you whisper.

"When? Next year? Two years?"

"No. Tomorrow if you let me go now."

Elvis closes his eyes. A single tear trickles down his cheek. He kneels down before you, putting your legs through your panties and sliding them up your legs. He stands and gives you one last kiss.

"You promise you'll be back tomorrow?" He asks earnestly.

"I promise."

You give him one last hug and rush out of the room before you change your mind. You rush down the stairs and out the front door. You laugh at yourself for a moment because you feel like Cinderella rushing away from your prince and back to your horrible life. But you remember this to shall pass. You'll see Elvis tomorrow, but you need to get home now.

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Army Elvis!

[rjmartin11]

More Elvis Favorites before the big Nine-0!

Elvis posed with his at the time girlfriend, June Juanico. This is my favorite picture of them together.

This scene from GI Blues definitely gives me the blues... in the best way possible...

[rjmartin11]

Deadly Love Reimagined

Part Sixteen

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee feels her boyfriend, Elvis, is concealing something from her. They've been seeing each other for the past week, and things have been heating up quite quickly. She would never move this fast with any man, but something is drawing her to Elvis. Something that scares her.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Surprise...😏😏😏

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Sixteen! There's gonna be one more chapter after this.

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The trio put their plan into action. Alicia slowly walks to Bianca's apartment. Jerry listens as she trots along the sidewalk. When she disappears to the other building, Elvis and Jerry start walking over towards the balcony. They start scaling the walls to reach the top.

Elvis feels better with each step he gets closer to Jordee. Elvis and Jerry hang to the edge of the balcony, waiting for Alicia's signal.

*knock, knock, knock*

They hear her knock on the door. The next minute, they hear a males voice answer the door.

"Yeah, how may I help you?" The voice boomed.

"Hi, I'm Alex, and I locked myself out of my apartment. My grandmother's in there, and she's sick. May I please borrow your cell to call my boyfriend?" Alicia lies.

With that, Elvis and Jerry jump over the balcony. The glass door is left ajar. Elvis opens it, seeing Jordee tied to a chair with blood dripping from her lips. Jerry immediately starts to untie her legs, but Elvis is paralyzed at her state. Tears automatically pour from his eyes. He gently touches her face, trying to get her to look at him.

"Jordee, baby," Elvis says.

Jordee opens her eye to see him. The other eye is swollen shut. His touch is welcomed. It cools her burning face.

"Elvis?" She says weakly.

"Yes, baby. I'm here," Elvis says, ripping the rope from her wrists.

They carefully and quietly pull her away from the chair. Elvis cradles her in his arms. Jordee's dress has rips and tears all over it where Bianca cut her. Elvis smells blood all over her. He gently touches her abdomen. Jordee jolts in pain.

"Oh god," Elvis whispers, tears running from his eyes.

"What's wrong, Elvis?" Jerry asks.

"Her ribs are broken," Elvis says his voicd shaky. "Plus internal bleeding. We can't move her."

"Elvis," Jordee says, touching his cheek.

"I'm here, my love."

"I knew you'd come," Jordee says.

Jordee's breathing was shallow. He was going to lose her. He couldn't lose her. They had only just begun. They had only been married for six days. Then it hit him. What Mama LaRue said earlier. Death, rebirth, a broken promise.

"Baby," Elvis asks. "Does it hurt?"

"Not... as much... as it did."

Elvis looks Jordee in the eye. He has to break his promise to her to save her life. He carefully pulls her top away from her neck, exposing her bruised flesh to him. He lightly brushes the spot with the pad of his thumb.

"Do it," Jordee murmured.

First, Elvis tenderly kisses her skin. Then, he bites into Jordee's flesh, drinking up the delicious nectar of her blood. The taste coats his tongue, dulling his senses and endowing him with strength. A single tear falls from Jordee's eye. She doesn't have the strength to describe the pain.

"Elvis, you sneaking boy," Bianca says, catching Elvis's attention. "I lose you, yet you find me."

Elvis lays an unconscious Jordee on the bed, shielding her with his body. Jerry stands beside him, doing the same. Jerry listens around for Alicia to see if she made it out safely. He can't hear her voice or her heartbeat in the apartment, so he knows she's back at their apartment safely.

"How could you?" Elvis questions her. "You had no intention of delivering Jordee back to me."

"No," Bianca comments. "Not one. Actually, I was going to deliver her back in a pinewood box."

Elvis eyes widen.

"I'll kill you before you touch her again," Elvis says, revealing his fangs to her.

"You're too soft for death, Elvis. That's why you failed as a king, and why I'm much better suited for the job."

In an instant, Elvis leaps across the room, yelling at her. He picks her up by the neck, lifting her off the ground. Bianca laughs at Elvis. He forgot she has voodoo on her side. She chants a conjuring that weakens Elvis. Bianca takes the extra strength and uses it against him. She holds Elvis against the wall. She growls at him.

Jerry jumps in to help Elvis, but Bianca knocks him across the room with an invisible force unleashed from her hand. Bianca's guards pick Jerry up, restraining him.

Bianca looks back at Elvis. She squeezes his neck tightly. Elvis hums at the discomfort.

"Since you won't join me at my side or be my king, I'll steal your throne," Bianca tells him. "First, I'm going to kill your love in front of you just to see the pain in your eyes."

"I... won't let you," Elvis murmurs angrily.

"Who's gonna stop me!"

Suddenly, Biana is kicked across the room.

"Stay away from him!" The voice shouts.

Elvis collapses to the floor, bent over on his knee to catch his breath. His strength is restored. He looks up and sees a vision before his eyes. Jordee stands between Elvis and Bianca, making herself a shield for his protection.

Jordee's scars are healed, and there's a glow to a sun-kissed skin. Jerry smiles. A newborn vampire is strongest when first awakened. Bianca doesn't stand a chance against Jordee now. Elvis stands behind his wife proudly.

"If you wanna fight me, Bianca. Fight me face to face as a woman. But you will never touch Elvis again," Jordee says, balling up her fists.

"Clever boy, Elvis," Bianca says, standing from where she landed. "You turned her into a vampire. You leveled the playing field. It won't help you."

"I beg to differ," Elvis says.

"I hear you have a pinewood box," Jordee comments. "I bet it's the perfect fit for you."

"You bitch. You have no power here," Bianca says, walking towards her.

"I disagree," Jordee says, lunging at Bianca.

Jordee pushes her hard against the wall. She scratches her face, cutting claw marks on her cheek. Payback from cutting her first. Bianca hisses at the pain of her cuts, kicking Jordee away with both feet. Jordee flips, but like a flexible cat, she lands on her feet. Jordee's surprised at herself.

Bianca snaps her fingers, calling the guards to restrain Jordee.

"Seize her!" Bianca shouts.

"Bow down," Elvis commands them.

The men stop in their tracks. Elvis gave them an order, and they followed it. They kneel before Elvis, as told, ignoring Bianca's wishes.

"How dare you disobey me! Seize her!"

"Bianca. Bianca. How quickly we forget," Elvis says, shaking his head. "I sired them. They will hear me before they listen to you. The only reason they ever took orders from you is because I allowed it."

"I hate you, Elvis!"

Jordee back hands Bianca's face, pushing her down.

"The feelings mutual, bitch," Jordee says, picking Bianca up and tossing her around.

A cat fight ensues. Bianca grabs Jordee's hair. Jordee maneuvers herself out of Bianca's grasp. Jordee kicks Bianca in the stomach, but Bianca bounces back quickly. Bianca places her hands on Jordee's head, trying to switch bodies with Jordee once more. Jordee prys her hands through Bianca's arms, breaking free of Bianca's hold.

Jordee forces herself behind Bianca. Placing her hands around her neck, Jordee snaps her neck. Bianca's body falls into the broken wooden chair, piercing her heart. She's dead.

Jordee chest heaves. Her breathing is rapid. She looks down at her bloody hands, shaking in fear. What did she just do?

"Jordee..." Elvis says, trying to comfort.

"Don't touch me!" Jordee shouts, running away from him into the courtyard.

Tears pour down her face. Jordee died and came back into a whole new different world. Everything is sharper and louder. She dare not look upon her own reflection. She shakes in fear of what she's become. She washes her hands in the water of the fountain in the courtyard.

"What have I done?" Jordee asks herself with tears pouring from her eyes. "What am I now? Who am I?"

Elvis hears her from Bianca's balcony. He tries to go to her, but Jerry stops him.

"No, E," Jerry says, grabbing his arm. "Give her some time."

Elvis nods, knowing Jerry is right. Jordee was thrusted into a new world. He grabbed from the jaws of death and forced her into the world of the undead. Elvis did, in fact, break his promise to her, and Jordee was reborn as a vampire. Bianca's death completed Mama LaRue's vision.

Elvis' troubles with Bianca are over, but Jordee's heart troubles have begun. He feels Jordee's sorrows and pains. A single tear falls from Elvis' eyes as he watches Jordee in the courtyard.

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