“Ebony will be disappointed. She likes your friend, Jose. He must be punished.”
“Why? Because I am not into fucking men? That isn’t his fault,” I argued.
“Ebony doesn’t like newbies to bring in people unwilling to convert to our style of life.”
“Is she your sister or lover?”
“Both. Now fuck me and save your soul,” Edwin demanded.
“No. Abso-fucking-lutely not!” I screamed out.
A knock on the bathroom door jerked me back into reality. The witch wasn’t involved. Her story was proven correct. “Are you okay?”
Horror fell upon me when I noticed my balls turning black in color. I stared into the mirror. My green eyes faded to dark chocolate. “What do you care?” Pain diverted my attention back down to my groin area. “What is your name, witch?”
“Divana,” she answered with a sexy southern drawl.
“Witch, what have you done to me?”
“Nothing. We didn’t have sex, so you don’t have to fear about hurting your fiancée’s feelings.” My knee cracked the side of the sink cabinet. A loud thud ran out. “Are you okay?”
“No, my balls are turning black.”
“Dead ball foul?”
“Now isn’t the time for baseball referenced jokes. Can you help me or not, witch?”
“Yes, come back to the bedroom with me. Puncture my skin with your fangs and suck my blood. Sex isn’t a requirement.”
“Really, the dude who bit me said…”
“Sex, I have been told, is enhanced by the feeding process. Vampires get more bang for their blood,” she said interrupting me.
“Good one, witch.” I found a witch with a sense of humor who is willing to save my life. In most books, witches and vampires rarely got along. Kudos to her.
“You need to get your ass out here, bite me, and suck my blood to allow my natural antibodies to fight off the poison growing inside you.”
“Let’s do it. We cannot lose the squirting noodle.”
“Squirting noodle?” she asked with a giggle. I jerked open the door to find her wearing just a tee-shirt and bikini underwear doubled over and laughing her ass at the nickname I gave my penis. Wasting no time, I ran to her side and picked her up. I threw her over my shoulder in order to carry her to the bed. She used her fists to beat a tune on my back. “Let me down.”
Her command was my demand. I tossed her down on the bed. For the first time in my life, I was crawling into bed with a sexy woman without the intention of having sexual intercourse with her. The bandage on her arm reminded me of the reasons why we were in this predicament. Divana saved my life only to watch me lose the huge battle to poison. For her, I had to take more blood and save myself. Immortality sounded great, but Aaryn wouldn’t understand. To hell with it, I needed to protect the innocent just like I had when in the military. This was just going to happen on a different level; corruption happened in all lifeform realms.
“Are we ready to do this? My destiny awaits me,” I muttered through gritting teeth.
“You are the one looking a little pale, are you up to finishing this?” she asked while crawling up to her knees to look me in the eyes.
“If you save me, I can fight for good. Kill these evil beings.”
“Maddox, vampires aren’t all evil. Just like I know you will be a fighter for justice. Many have organized to become fighters against unjust killings like the one you have been involved in. Clubs where women and men volunteer their blood is the newest way. There is good and evil in all creatures of the world.” Her mouth kept moving, but pain shot through my foot and detoured my attention away from the witch. “Damn it, Maddox. Are you listening to me? We need to get you drinking before the pain hits.”
“Too late. My foot feels like a thousand bees stung me without the swelling.”
“Get in bed and off them. Now. That is an order,” she demanded. Her bossy attitude turned me on. Aaryn lacked the ability to be bossy in the bedroom, but this one, she definitely contained the dominate gene. Divana yanked me onto the bed and atop her. The sweet aroma of jasmine entered my nostrils. I licked my lips in desire. Aaryn. Keep thinking about Aaryn, Maddox.
“Hm. This shouldn’t be happening.”
“What, saving your life?” she questioned. From the look in her eyes, she didn’t see this as an opportunity for sex. A sense of true compassion radiated off her. Good witches really did exist. “If you don’t want to live, it will be a painful death. The pain in your foot is just the beginning. While I am unsure of the exact pain and paths of it, I can promise you it will be horrifying.”
“Okay, one question before we start,” I uttered.
“Ask it, dummy.”
“Witch, you are going to get it when I feel better,” I teased. “All jokes aside. What do I do after drinking your blood? Will you be okay? Will I kill you?”
“That is more than one, silly. I will be okay. Once you see me nodding off…” Divana looked up to the post at the head of the bed on her side. “Shit, get off me. I got to get my lifeline.”
I rolled over. She jumped off the end of the bed and stormed out. Lifeline, what the fuck is she talking about? God, I cannot kill her. My heart will not take it if I do.
“Divana, you aren’t chickening out on me, are you?” I screamed.
“No,” she walked through the door carrying an IV bag of blood. “Once you are fulfilled, I won’t be. We must, well actually you must put blood back in me. Since I don’t want to drink your blood, we will do this the old-fashioned way. I am going to hang this up on the top of the bed post. When you are full, right before you completely drain me, take this clip off. It will allow the opening to release the blood down the tube and into my vein,” she explained while pointing to the already inserted IV. First you will want to pop this end …” Divana held the end of the long tube “into this piece.” She pointed to the end of another tubing hanging out of her arm near her elbow.
“So, I pop the tube into the hole. Then I let out the tension allowing the flow to enter your body?”
“Maddox, damn it. Why did you have to make it sound so sexual?” her voice cracked while talking about sex. From her actions, I knew she needed a good fuck. Why did I have to be in a committed relationship? Couldn’t I just be a player without no feelings for the woman I was about to marry? Cheating wasn’t ever my strong suite.
“I didn’t mean for it to come off sexual,” I announced. Her stare told me she didn’t believe a word I uttered. “Well maybe I did. Sorry, not sorry. I am a flirt, what can I say?”
“Maddox, I love a good flirt. Now isn’t the time for the flirting. If you want to be the good man you proclaim to be, then you need to remember your fiancée during the feeding. My blood is like Ecstasy or Spanish Fly, but worse. There is a chance you will be addicted to my blood. Cocaine-like. I have a vitamin block in which it will help with all this in the morning.” Her words hit me like a freight train. What man doesn’t want a beautiful woman beside him during a drug addicted state? Being drunk on her blood gave me the open invitation to having sex, right? The drugs could be blamed for the reproductive activities taking place and not because I want to fuck her several ways to Sunday.
“Are you saying, I will be addicted to you and your blood?”
“Yes. You might. In the morning, I will give you a block in hopes you will not become addicted. Due to complications with the ingredients, I cannot give it to you until the feeding is complete and the poison is overpowered by my blood.” Divana walked away from me. She left me feeling unsure I wanted to drink from her without ending things with Aaryn. I knew deep down in my soul Aaryn wasn’t going to understand the fact I wasn’t human anymore. The thought of being a vampire freaked me out. It caused me to think about my life going forward. My thought on dying a coward’s death kept me wanting to transform into a vampire. Technology and mixology in bars gave me the indication, I didn’t need to bite humans to survive.
“Let’s do this before I back out and
you have to watch me die a horrific death. I am going to make one promise. If I survive this ordeal, the vampire who left me for dead is going to die. His name was Edwin, but there is another one. Her name is Ebony. From what I can remember of the night, she is in control, and she hangs out at Midnight X.”
“The new club on A Street?”
“Yes,” I answered. Curiosity killed me, and I had to ask. “Witch, what do you know about the new club?”
“Not much. Rumors in my world, you know the paranormal freaks to you humans, is the owners are decedents of Europe’s deadliest killer of all time. Count Destroyer of Lake Doom. The Count collected young adults for his experiments. According to legend, he was human when he started killing. During a visit to Transylvania, the Count was converted into a vampire, per his request. Sex slaves with deadly outcomes happened. He even recruited his wife as a kidnapper. Known deaths are in the thousands. Maybe even hundreds of thousands. I’ve been told the owners of Midnight X have his blood running through them.” Her story intrigued me.
“Interesting,” I added. “They appeared to be dominants with sex slaves.”
“Destroyer was known for sexually molesting young females. A quote from one was he took advantage of her before preparing her for the ultimate sale of her body to another man. She was taken from Lake Doom to somewhere in the desert. Her owner made her dress up in full head to toe clothing where only her eyes were allowed to be seen by others when in public. According to her, she was one of five who performed sexual acts on the owner. After her public interview while on vacation to another country, she was beheaded for her actions.” Divana crawled on the bed, hung the bag, and dropped down to her knees.
Pain diverted my attention to my legs. More of my pale, apricot skin turned black by the minute. The second round of pain struck like a knife in the back of the knee causing my loss of balance. My body fell forward. I face-planted into smooth fully plump thighs which I lightly grazed my lips over. Her reaction of a soft moan escaping her luscious lips caught me off-guard. A soothing motion rubbed over my shoulders. Divana’s hand grazed up my neck and underneath my dark curls. She grabbed a handful and yanked my head off of her.
“Now, we cannot have that, for you are a happily engaged man,” Divana snorted through gritted teeth.
“I…oh shit the pain…”
“Well get up on the bed and start this fucking process,” Divana said while rolling her eyes. I crawled on the bed beside her. “You know your fiancée is going to freak out over you being a vampire.”
“I know. Been thinking about that for the last twenty minutes or so,” I said while getting my body comfortable for the gross act I had to commit. She fluffed the pillows before I leaned back on them. I offered her a spot on my chest, but she declined. Being a good guy and committed to his fiancée fucking sucked.
Why does he have to be engaged, and why do I have to change him into a vampire? He will join the majority and hate witches. Untrue rumors botched a truce and peaceful resolution between the different creatures. Now human hunters vow to kill us all. Just hours ago, you were running from one when you stumbled onto this hunk. Stop Divana, he is taken.
“Are you ready to save my life? I want to…” I stopped myself from alerting to her that I eavesdropped on her thoughts. In no way, did I want to be that vampire she hated so much. To be honest, I desired to be her lover for eternity. “Sorry, my brain farted there for a moment. I want to be a hero and save people, all creatures from horrible discrimination.”
“Big talk from a man who collapsed in my lap two seconds ago,” she teased. I yearned to collapse in between her legs where I could taste her juices if she’d let me. Divana smiled at me. In that moment, I noticed her dimples. Her eye contained a sparkled I hadn’t seen before. A sly grin appeared on her face. “Now let’s get this over with.”
I obeyed her orders and crawled on the bed. Our heads cracked. In a dumbass move, I kissed her. My lips only grazed over hers before I ended up with my lips on her shoulder. Never in my life have I ever missed out on kissing a gorgeous woman, and this one wasn’t going to be the exception. Images of Aaryn flashed in my mind. An ice-cold feeling chilled me to the bone. Out of fear, I grabbed her arm and punctured her skin.
A heated liquid rush left a burning track down my esophagus. Much to my surprise, I loved sucking her blood. Her soft skin pushing up against my five o’clock shadow sent impulses to my nether region. My cock throbbed. Divana pushed me back against the pillows. I rested on my back while sucking out her sweet nectar. A taste I enjoyed more than my grandma’s famous honey, wild-berry sweet tea.
She struggled to get comfortable beside me. More than once she kneed me in the side. I offered her a spot snuggled up against my chest, but she refused me. Her soft hand pushed my arm away so hard I cracked my knuckles on the wall. Divana yanked my hand down and kissed them while muttering some kind of an apology. Once her lips touched my skin, I drifted off to a wet daydream I wished to come true.
Time started to get fuzzy on me. Divana’s energy level drained. Her body collapsed on top of my arm. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in. She snuggled up against my chest. Our bodies fit perfectly next to each other. My dick twitched again. When I looked down, the pink tones relieved me. Most of the black poison started to retreat, but an ache remained behind.
The sudden thoughts of taking her and making her mine, overpowered all other thoughts. Images of the two of us settling down and becoming a family flashed in my mind. Was I seeing the future? God, I hoped so.
Divana’s leg entwined in mine. I hated when Aaryn touched me. Maybe, I already contained a sixth sense which told me Aaryn and I weren’t meant to be. Aaryn’s memory faded while I fantasized about making love to Divana for the first time. How I envisioned my shaft gliding in her to fit perfectly.
Something cold sent me out of the fantasy and back into reality. Her skin turned cold. Her lips turned blue. I yanked my teeth out to lick up the wound. The blood stopped while her skin regrew over the open area. To save her life, I slipped out from underneath her and prepared her body to receive the blood from the hanging bag. Double and triple checking the tubing before I unclipped the opening. The sweet red liquid raced down the clear tubing until it disappeared into her skin.
I repositioned my body under hers in order to cuddle with her. The warmth slowly crept back into her body. She snuggled up closer to me. My heart skipped a beat or two when I realized her curves fit perfectly alongside me. Divana caused things I no longer thought could affect me. The witch surprised me by wrapping her arms around me; the dead man, the vampire, poisoned male, or whatever I was called. My mind fluttered back to the thoughts of being a man married to a woman, not just any woman, but this one. Wonder if she will be up for a relationship with me?
Chapter Three
Divana
The evening sun blasted its rays down on top of me. My mind filled with all the crazy excuses of why I remained in bed until the setting sun woke me. Once I cleared my mind and opened my eyes, the events of last night rushed back. Needing out of there, I tried sliding out from underneath his arm. His arm tightened around me. “Where are you going?”
“Hmm, to close the blind. The sun is bright,” I lied. A gut feeling told me he didn’t buy my response for his grip got tighter. Any other man holding me in bed, I’d be happy. Shit, a sexy, strong vampire held me close to him. Damn it, Divana, you cannot fall for a vampire.
Why not, witch?
Who said that? No one calls me witch and gets away with it.
Divana it’s me, Maddox.
Get the hell out of my head.
“Sorry. How did you sleep, beautiful witch?” he asked.
“Beautiful witch? I slept good, but I need to pee.”
“Yes. You are beautiful and a witch. Accept a compliment. Guess I need to let go in order for you to go pee, but I thought all women loved a good cuddle.”
“Let me? What in the hell do you mean let me? This is my house—”
“Chill out, Divana. I was talking about loosening up my arm hold. Geez, why are women so damn crabby in the mornings?”
“Sorry. We both went through a traumatic even last night. Chalk it up to that.” I fumbled for excuses.
“When you get back from the bathroom, we need to take care of something that ached for you each time your leg grazed it.”
“Cold shower. It works wonders,” I responded.
He released me.
Not another word was uttered. My eyes caught a glimpse of his hardened cock and caused my mind to race toward dirty thoughts about taking him as mine. I blocked my mind from going there, but if I stayed in this room with him much longer he’d have got a hell of a porn show.
I jumped out of bed. He didn’t move one muscle. My mind shifted to that one muscle I wanted to move. Tears damned up inside me. For the first time in my life, I had to walk away from a great guy because he was taken. Maddox only wanted my blood, I gave that to him, and now I am free from being near him. I slammed the bathroom door shut.
My back leaned against the wall, my knees bent, and I slid down into the fetal position. Tears raced down my face. Not knowing if he listened from the other side, I forced my sobs back. I needed to find the backbone my mom gave me. No man was ever worth crying over, especially this one.
The sound of footsteps thudded outside the door. I assumed Maddox paced up and down the hall. Without knowing what he wanted, I did my bathroom business along with splashing cold water on my face.
“Are you going to piss or not, witch?” he snapped. How the hell did I piss him off so bad? A vampire wasn’t supposed to be this damn emotional nor have feelings concerning the heart. They were cold for a reason.
“Just finishing up,” I answered.
“Hurry up. I have a fucking cold shower calling and the worst case of blue balls since my teenage years.”
Ignore him, Divana. He will survive. God, why do all the good ones have to be fucking taken? He was so damn adamant about keeping his relationship with his fiancée intact, I cannot allow him to fuck it up over me. A witch, someone he will grow to hate.
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