by Jade White
“I already did, vampire,” she said and smiled at him as she backed away and made her way back to her family while he watched.
The little amount of cleavage he could see above the zip of her leather jacket made his mouth water. He wanted to taste her blood and take her at the same time. He hadn’t felt compelled this way by a woman in a very long time, and it was unsettling.
He had another job to do besides the hounds, so he figured he better get to it. Moving through the woods back towards town, he spotted his target through the window of the bar. Jessie McCullough needed to start paying his ex-wife alimony. Man, his job was lame; he should be killing people for a mob boss or something way cooler than that. This was what he had to do to get by though, so he did it. Maybe Lila McCullough would let him fuck her after he got Jessie to pay up. He’d just be thinking about the hunter, but at least he could sink into a warm body for a few hours. Lurking outside the bar he lit a cigarette and waited.
Jessie continued to drink away the money he owed his ex and started to stumble around the bar. He finally looked like he was ready to go when he found a big breasted redhead who wanted to go home with him. The two stumbled out into the parking lot towards his truck. Mistake number one, he certainly shouldn’t be trying to drive, he might kill himself in the process, but Asher wanted to get away from the bar before he approached him. He watched as Jessie clumsily groped the redhead’s breasts and kissed her as he threw her in his truck and struggled to start it up.
Asher could move fast when he needed to, so he followed the truck as it swerved all over the road until he was far enough down the road that no one would see, then he darted in front of it causing Jessie to run off the road and get stuck in a ditch. The redhead screeched as Asher leapt onto the hood of the truck and stared at Jessie who still hadn’t figured out they’d crashed. He pulled Jessie from the truck and slammed him onto the hood.
“What the fuck man, who the hell are you?”
“I’m Asher. You need to start paying alimony to your wife, or you’re going to see me every single time you try to get a piece of pussy. Do you understand me?” He was calm; there was no reason to yell during intimidation. The people usually got it right away.
“Are you fucking that bitch? I don’t owe her any money.”
“You do; the court says you do.” He glanced at the redhead whose eyes were wide and noticed her head was bleeding. Fighting the desire to rush over to her, he turned his attention back to the dumbass on the hood. “I’m not fucking Lila, she’s a good woman. It’s not her fault you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants. You make decent money with the construction business, you need to pay her.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll turn you,” Asher let him see his fangs and growled for effect. “Or drain you.” He let an evil smile spread across his face so Jessie knew he was serious.
“Fine, I’ll pay her, okay? I’ll pay her.” He held his hands up and Asher backed off of him.
“I’ll know if you don’t,” he said, “now get the fuck out of here.”
“This is my truck,” Jessie said looking back at the redhead.
“You’re drunk and you need to go find somewhere to sober up. Get the hell out of here,” Asher said flashing his fangs again. He turned his attention to the redhead in the truck. She was pretty with tiny shorts and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination.
Smiling at her, he approached slowly and she looked up at him.
“I’ve never fucked a vampire before.” She said it in almost a whisper.
“But you want to, don’t you, Tammy?”
“How’d, how’d you know my name,” she stammered. It was on the nametag attached to her shorts from the bar, but he didn’t figure she needed to know that.
“I’m a vampire, Tammy, I know everything.”
She bit her lip and lay back in the truck holding a hand out to him. He climbed into the truck and pinned her to the seat licking the blood from her head and groaning. She didn’t make a noise or move.
“Don’t be scared, Tammy.” He reached between them and ripped her shorts off, pushing a finger inside her as he licked the blood so she would calm down. Soon he’d buried himself inside of her while he lazily licked the blood that ran from her head and she was screaming in pleasure. His mind moved to the hunter a couple of times before he found his release and collapsed on top of the bar maid lapping the blood from her.
Leaving Tammy asleep in the truck, he set out to find Lila so she could pay him for his services. He didn’t have a doubt Jessie would pay her, at least until he needed reminded again. His mind moved back to the hunter; his hand stung still where she’d touched him.
“Wait a minute.” His hand shouldn’t sting, that wasn’t something that happened to him. That bitch had tagged him. The tiny tag wouldn’t be visible and, if she hadn’t put it so close to the surface, he wouldn’t have even felt it. He hadn’t tried to bite the barmaid because she’d already been bleeding, but if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t and that made him angry.
***
Rita didn’t tell her parents or sister about her encounter with the handsome vampire. She was mad at herself for even thinking those two words in the same thought. He wasn’t someone who would leave her head though and she kept thinking about him. She wondered if he compelled her, but she thought if he had, she’d be going to him.
“I think that was a rather successful night,” Rita’s dad said as he pulled back into their driveway.
“Except for Rita disappearing when it got hairy,” Greta said. She eyed her suspiciously and it made Rita uncomfortable.
“I was checking out a noise that could have been someone ambushing you, but it turned out to be nothing,” Rita responded.
Her sister would do anything to make her look bad, that was what she did. They all went into the house and stripped off their weapons. Rita made her way upstairs to her bathroom, she didn’t want to go through it with her parents. She’d tell them thanks for inviting her out, but she’d rather just stick to being a paralegal. There would be an argument about her duty as a hunter and she’d end up saying hurtful things.
They didn’t push and let her head upstairs so she raced into the bathroom and shut the door. The warm water was nice on her body and she tried really hard not to think about the vampire in the graveyard. She’d tagged him so he couldn’t bite her. The tags the powers gave them were inserted into the vampire’s skin, but she’d not gotten this one deep at all. He’d touched her and she’d grabbed his hand. He would notice it and be mad, which caused her to laugh a little to herself. Big bad, sexy vampire mad at a little chick like her... And now she’d called him sexy in her mind. It was time to go to bed.
Snuggling in under the covers, she set her alarm for six o’clock and drifted off to sleep.
She was in the cemetery again spinning in circles. There was a lot of fog and she’d lost track of her parents. Calling out to them, she turned some more but couldn’t see in any direction.
“Mom, where the hell are you?” She hoped they could hear her, but she got no response.
“They’re not out here, little girl,” a low voice said from behind her. “It’s just you and me.”
No matter what direction she turned, he was behind her, chuckling lowly. It was unnerving, like he was attached to her back, so when she turned she took him with her.
“Show yourself, vampire, I’m not afraid of you,” she yelled.
He did; he appeared in front of her in the fog, shirtless. Her mouth went dry and she let him take her hand.
“You tagged me earlier.” He made a tsk noise and pulled her closer. He brought his mouth to her arm and started to plant soft kisses on her skin. “Now I can’t taste you.”
Her insides turned to mush and she had never wanted anything as bad as she wanted him to be able to taste her at that moment. His mouth continued blazing a trail up her arm. Everything inside of her said stop him, why are you allowing this, but she didn’t stop him. When he got to the top, he put his f
orehead against hers and brought her hands to his chest. She could feel the slow beat of his heart, much slower than a human’s, and her breathing sped up.
She held her breath as he moved his mouth to hers and felt nothing but pleasure as he pushed his tongue inside. Allowing her arms to wrap around his neck, she kissed him back, the heat of the moment causing warmth to pool in her stomach and head down. She wanted this man, this vampire, more than she wanted to admit. The more he kissed her, the further in she fell to his trance. Despite telling herself to pull away, she sunk deeper into the kiss. His hands moved down to her ass and he pulled her body against his.
This was not the proper behavior of a hunter. He lifted her and pressed her back against a large tomb as she wrapped herself around him. She was hot for him and her sex throbbed wishing he would take her. She could feel his hardness and was delighted he was turned on for her, too. The vampire ripped her shirt open and moved his lips over the tops of her breasts. She pushed herself into him feeling his hardness grow and allowed a low moan to escape her lips. His fangs came out and grazed her skin, but she knew he couldn’t bite and she almost ached for it. He pushed her shirt down and let his fangs graze over her hardened nipple, causing her to whimper. Setting her down gently, he took off his pants and she watched in fascination as he freed his erection.
Moving towards her, he undid her leather pants and pushed them down her legs. She stood in the cemetery with a vampire, in only her underwear and an open shirt. He moved to her kissing her again and lifted her into his arms. Their skin touching was almost too much for her to handle. She reached between them and grabbed onto him to bring him to her entrance. She was hot and wet. There was no way she could wait another minute.
Something like a little tinkling sound caught her attention. It sounded like marbles rolling across hardwood. She looked over his shoulder and didn’t see anything as he started to enter her and then she woke up. Someone was throwing pebbles at her window in rapid succession. It wasn’t marbles it was rocks. She apprehensively moved to the window. In between her legs was still throbbing from the dream. It was him; the vampire was outside of their house. This broke so many rules. How did he know where she lived?
When she opened the window he flew up to it, causing her heart to skip a beat. He was so fast and beautiful in the moonlight. She tried not to think about the dream.
“What the hell are you doing at my house?” she whispered as he floated in front of her.
“I need you to take this out of me, I can’t eat.” He pouted, the vampire was actually pouting. She tried not to imagine sucking that pouty lip into her mouth.
“No, you know as well as I do you can’t feed on humans. You didn’t answer my question. How do you know where I live?”
“Come on take it out, I know you can.”
“I’m not taking that out,” she leaned out the window into his face. “You can’t make me.”
He lunged forward and took her mouth before she could stop him. The kiss was quick but it shot electric sparks through her body and back up again. It was the most stimulating kiss she’d ever gotten, but she backed away from him and scowled.
“Sorry little girl, I just thought you needed that. You will take this out of me. I will find a way to make you.” The way he looked at her like she was a snack for devouring both terrified and excited her.
“I won’t do it, vampire.”
“Asher, my name is Asher. I prefer it.”
“I prefer Rita instead of little girl,” she said crossing her arms in front of her.
“Fair enough, Rita, do you want me to kiss you again?”
She did, she couldn’t help how bad she wanted him. He was so appealing and she hated herself for it. She’d just met him, he was a vampire, she didn’t even like him, yet she wanted him to fuck her so badly she could barely stand up straight.
“No.” She closed the window and rushed to her bed to throw the covers over her head. At least he couldn’t come in because there was no way she’d stop him if he tried to take her.
Chapter Three
Asher glared at the shifter across the table from him. “Just tell me where she lives Roger, I don’t need the runaround.”
“You’ll owe me a favor,” he said, “your services, completely free.”
“Fine, just tell me where she lives.”
The shifter finally gave him the address to where the little hunter stayed. He’d decided he was going to get her to remove the tag. She’d looked at him with lust in the cemetery; he could use that to his advantage. He’d owe the mutt named Roger, but it’d be worth it. Maybe the little hunter would let him see under her leather. A smile spread across his face as he made his way from the bar and to her house.
She wouldn’t be happy to see him, but she would take the tag out. He simply had to reason with her. Now, as he floated outside her window, kiss still hot on his lips he was more intrigued than angry. He couldn’t get it out himself and she knew that. Slowly, he floated back down to the ground and thought of a new strategy. Maybe he should take his shirt off and let her melt from the sheer beauty. He was picturing this and how she would get completely flustered when he floated back up so he didn’t hear the person sneaking up behind him until it was too late.
Something hit him in the head hard and the grass came rushing at him before it all faded away. When he came to, he was tied to a chair in the basement without a shirt on and the chains bit into his skin. For a moment, he thought perhaps the little hunter had done it because she wanted to see him with his shirt off, but the woman who walked out in front of him was not Rita at all. She was the complete opposite of her in every way.
“So, my sister has been hurt by your kind before. I know you manipulated her up there. It needs to stop. I will kill you.”
“Hunter, I didn’t do anything to your sister, she wants me without any manipulation. She tagged me before I showed up to your little house. Where is my shirt?”
“I took it on purpose. You need to feel vulnerable before I start torturing you.”
“Oh, you're going to torture me are you? Let me ask you something, do you get off on it? Is controlling a big bad vampire your idea of a good time?”
"Shut the fuck up, Asher. I know who you are. I have my ear to the ground. The great intimidator. You don't look like the intimidator now."
Asher looked around the room seeing a flame in the corner with a metal pole in it. He was pretty sure that was what he'd soon be feeling. That was going to suck a lot. This woman was clearly nuts or damaged from some past relationship that she took out on men. He decided to try that approach.
“Baby, who wronged you? What little dicked man ended up with a chick he met in a bar? What selfish asshole started sleeping with your best friend?”
He’d angered her. She moved forward and slapped him as hard as she could before she dug her fingernail into his cheek. It hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable so he smiled at her, earning another hard slap and then she punched him as hard as she could in the jaw. He groaned and realized he’d struck a nerve. The nerve was tempting to jump on, but the thought of the iron rod burning his beautiful skin held him back.
“Listen vampy, you’re going to burn slow and painful for a bit until I kill you.”
“Where are we? The basement? This feels like a basement to me. I love what you’ve done with the place.”
“Shut up, don’t you ever stop talking?” She moved over to the rod and pulled it from the flame.
He could now see was some sort of portable stove. He had the feeling she’d done this before and it made him a little nervous. Most of the time, hunters wouldn’t kill a vampire unless they were trying to harm them, but she seemed a bit unbalanced, so he thought she might.
The second the heated metal touched his skin, it came alive with pain. It was miserable and he couldn’t help but let out a loud scream. She laughed gleefully. It was strange to see a girl with long blonde hair, a pink sweatsuit, and bright pink lipstick laughing at his pain.
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bsp; “Greta!” A male voice made its way down the stairs towards him and she moved the rod back to the fire.
“You keep your mouth shut.” She said to him pointing a very serious finger.
“Help,” he yelled grinning at her. “Please help me, sir!”
The man came down the stairs and stopped, looking between Asher and the blonde masochist.
“Dad, I’m handling this man. He was going after Rita. I saw him at her window.”
The man’s anger flared to life and he walked forward.
“Is that true?”
“Get out, the both of you.” Rita yelled from the top of the stairs. “I tagged him and he’s mine, so you two need to leave him alone.”
Asher was relieved she had saved him from the crazy blonde, but also a little worried what she would do with him.
“Honey, Greta, get away from Rita’s catch. This is what we wanted for her, let her deal with it.” Another female voice floated down the stairs and Asher decided she had to be the mother. The demon they’d called Greta stomped up the stairs and stopped to glare at her sister.
“Don’t screw him, Rita, you remember what happened the last time you did a vampire.”
Rita’s fist clenched and she was clearly going to deck the girl, which Asher couldn’t wait to see, but the father stepped in and pushed Greta up the stairs. “Goodnight, honey, have fun with the vampire.”
Rita walked down the stairs and stood in front of him, her nightgown clinging to her curves and he fought the urge to lick his lips.
“What the hell happened? Why are you down here?”
“I hit the ground and your sister clubbed me. Are you thinking about our amazing chemistry or how much you want to kiss me again?”
“You know I’m supposed to be pumping you for information.”
Rita was flustered; he liked it.
“You can pump me for anything you want. I will tell you whatever you want to know, if you’ll just put that gorgeous body against me.”
He was teasing her, but he realized he really wouldn’t mind if she did put her body against his. It would be better than most of the women he’d had lately.