When I’d finished with his jeans, I put them back on the chair and moved over to his bed. It was obvious he’d had no more luck sleeping than I had, which of course he’d verified when he’d left the house.
The bed was a confusing contradiction in that it appeared to have been slept in. It was untucked but the sheets had that crisp fresh look to them. It looked like it had only recently been changed.
I lifted his pillow to my face and felt a stab of disappointment that the first smell to hit my senses was of washing powder. Why on earth would Adrian change his sheets in the middle of the night? Well, the middle of the day. I was already thinking like a vampire, but given I’d been up most of the night, it was natural I’d needed to sleep through the day. I snorted at that notion though. I wasn’t sleeping now obviously. I was standing here in Adrian’s room questioning his laundry.
I walked around his room stopping occasionally to study things. I even looked through his walk in robe, touching his clothes and smelling them, eager for anything that carried his scent.
When I stepped into his bathroom, I stopped at the sight of the stunning black and white tiles. It screamed luxury from the tiles to the expensive looking shower, toilet and his and her vanity with the gold taps. Adrian’s scent was stronger here and as I looked around I spotted his hairbrush on the smooth black surface of the vanity unit. I picked it up and saw several strands of his hair in it which I pulled free, carefully wrapping them in a tissue which I then slipped inside my bra.
I was just about to leave the bathroom when I noticed a door about a foot square in size mounted in the wall and curious, I pulled on the handle, wondering what on earth it was. It turned out to be a laundry chute and the smell that rose from it was very strong of Adrian. When I glanced in, I was surprised to see his bedding in the chute. It appeared to have become snagged on something so hadn’t fallen right down, presumably to a laundry under the house. Reaching in, I pulled the sheet back out and gasped at how strong Adrian’s scent was on it. I was surprised when my fingers encountered something cool and wet on the sheet and I dropped it in shock at the unexpected feel of it.
I stared at it lying on the black and white tiled floor of his bathroom and that was when I noticed the fairly large creamy coloured stain on the red sheet. When realisation struck as to what the stain was, I felt myself blush and I was thankful no one could see me now. I might have no sexual experience, but I knew what it was. I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was a clear indication that Adrian had orgasmed and a clear indication that whether he wanted to admit to it or not, he did want me. I did wonder why he’d chosen to masturbate in his bed but conceded that it wasn’t really my business. I needed to get out of here. If I got caught now I’d be greatly embarrassed so I scooped the sheet back up and stuffed it down the laundry chute, making sure that it fell right down it this time.
I returned to Adrian’s walk in robe and pulled out a shirt of his, black, made from some silky material. It had the strongest scent of him on it that I could find and I hastily pulled off my crumpled dress and slipped on the shirt. The silky fabric felt cool against my slightly heated skin and with his beautiful smell surrounding me, I climbed into his bed and burrowed my face against his pillow. Fatigue began to settle heavily over me and I closed my eyes allowing it to finally pull me under.
I felt like I’d only been asleep a short time when the visions came again. They started with flashes of bright colours, a few sounds, voices, movement. As I struggled to make sense of them, they began to clear, to form into pictures like excerpts from movies for me to watch.
I knew as soon as I looked at the back of the tall man with the broad shoulders and narrow waist, that I was looking at the beautiful back of Adrian. He was in a room, a bedroom I could tell. There was a young man in the bed, sitting up, talking to the gorgeous vampire. The man in the bed was only about 18 or 19 years old I guessed. I couldn’t quite see his features properly as Adrian was obscuring my view of him.
As I strained to see my vision more clearly, I saw the young man climb from the bed and walk to Adrian and they surprised me by embracing. I got just enough of a glance into his face to realise he was beautiful. Not as stunning as Adrian was but still an incredibly good looking male. He was tall, though again, not as tall as Adrian who had to be about 6 foot 4 or 5. His hair was clipped short at the back and sides but long on top. He wore it swept back, but there was a lock that seemed determined to be defiant, and it fell over his forehead partially covering one eye. I got a brief glimpse of what looked like pale eyes but I wasn’t sure of the exact colour.
I think I gasped in my sleep as I watched the scene playing out before me. Fangs descended and the young man bit into Adrian’s neck, clearly feeding from him. He fed for several minutes and when he finally pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand I saw his lips move as he spoke to Adrian but I don’t think anything could have prepared me for what he said. “Thank you Father.”
It was at that point that the reality of just how big Adrian’s secret was registered with me. Before I had time to focus back on the vision though, there was a flash and things changed again.
It was a new vision and this time there was a woman, she looked to be in her 50’s, hair tied back, and she was in a wheelchair but that wasn’t all. I could see the strange almost opaque looking eyes and realised she was blind. The way her head turned when Adrian walked into the room but didn’t fully turn to him proved that I was right.
I watched him walk to her, greeting her. She seemed pleased to see him and I could see a smile on her face as he left the room briefly before returning with a bag of what appeared to be take away food.
I was curious about the woman and the young man who was obviously vampire and definitely curious as to what Adrian’s role in their lives was. I knew though, a part of me was fairly confident I knew what was going on. He had turned the young man, I suspected by accident and the young man was the son of the blind woman in the wheelchair. What I couldn’t quite work out was why Adrian seemed to keep them separate from one another.
I didn’t get time to dwell on it or to watch more because the vision jumped and this time it was Adrian in a home that didn’t appear to be the one he’d just been in.
I stared fascinated as he strode through the house confidently, clearly familiar with it. He looked so handsome, so incredibly beautiful as he climbed stairs to the upper level of the house. He walked to a closed door and as I watched, he opened it and stepped inside. Fortunately the vision allowed me to follow him inside and when I saw the woman sprawled out across a huge bed, her body clad in a very tiny negligee I suddenly didn’t want to be a part of this vision.
I couldn’t look away, and I couldn’t wake from it, so I watched helplessly as Adrian reached for the neckline of the silky black shirt he was wearing and pulled it loose before dragging it up his body and over his head, discarding it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his jeans and removed them, leaving him totally naked.
I watched him walk towards the woman lying on the bed and I was mesmerised by the sheer beauty of him. He was so tall, so masculine looking with his muscled body, wide shoulders, clearly defined abdominals and strong thighs. He had some tattoos on his body. What looked like dragons with long tails that coiled around one another and wings that spread over his hips? It was when he turned marginally so I could see him from the front that I found myself gaping in my sleep. The heads of the two dragons appeared to run up the length of his penis and since he was semi erect I could see the mythical creatures’ necks which I guessed wouldn’t show so much when he wasn’t hard.
He was breathtaking to look at. A man would probably hate to be described that way but he was and he was mine. Well he would be, once he finally stopped fighting me and accepted it.
Adrian climbed onto the bed and lowered his head, kissing the woman who rose up on her elbows to return his kiss. She was obviously very pleased to see him and I felt a stab of jealousy spear through me when I
saw her hand curl around his penis and I heard his soft groan. I didn’t want this; I didn’t want to see him do whatever he intended doing to the woman in my vision. So it came as a welcome relief when with a blinding flash of light the vision was gone leaving only darkness. With the darkness came peace and with the peace finally came deep sleep.
Adrian
Adrian let himself into his father’s home just on sunset. He wanted to shower and change before he had to go again. He needed to service his one client for the evening. Donna was demanding though so he usually didn’t take any other clients on the same night when he had her. She would want the works, and the money was good from her. Fortunately she was quite attractive for an older woman, and she sure loved anything and everything to do with sex. She was married, had been for years as far as he knew, but her husband was away a lot and neglected her. Her children were grown and were off living their own lives leaving her alone and a woman alone like Donna was not a good thing. Still her boredom and restlessness in her marriage worked out well for him. He’d made a lot of money from her.
She had been a regular client for him for a long time and they had developed something a little deeper than just client and gigolo. He knew her intimately and he knew exactly what it took to get her off. The more he could get her off, the more she paid him. It was like their little challenge and Adrian loved a challenge.
He’d only just stepped inside and shut the door when he heard Fran’s voice. She laughed softly when she saw him. “Well, well, well little brother. How’s Goldilocks?”
“If this is some cryptic mind fuck Francesca, I’m seriously not in the mood. Are you on your way out?” His eyes moved down the length of her from her riot of black curls, the heavy eye makeup, dark, dramatic lipstick and customary black dress. This one was tight leather, with a tiny mini skirt and a bra top, but there was material between the top and bottom that looked like black fishnet. She was also wearing fishnet stockings and long boots that were high and tight, following the line of her legs to just below the knee.
“Yes brother dear. I need to find myself some juicy little morsel to fuck and feed from. You’re only just getting in now? Are you going again?”
“Yes, I’m only here to shower and change. I didn’t sleep well and I ended up spending the night with a...a friend.” He only just managed to hastily add the friend part without slipping up and saying client which would have immediately drawn Fran’s attention.
She laughed again. “You might find your evening is off to an unusual start but you’ll see.” She shot him a wide grin and let herself out of the house.
Adrian kept walking down the corridor towards the living area wondering what the hell Francesca had been on about. What was wrong? When he stopped at the living room he expected to see his parents, maybe Damien and Flame but nothing. The room was empty so then his first concern was Faith. Where the hell was she? Surely she hadn’t gone out with the others hunting? Still, it was possible. She’d seemed so happy to find she had family in the form of a sister, so it wasn’t completely unlikely that she’d gone with them.
Still, when he let himself into his bedroom the last thing he’d expected was to find Faith not only in his bed, but sound asleep in it. It was then that Fran’s words filled his head again and he silently groaned. She’d known Faith was here hence the cryptic reference to Goldilocks. “Yeah.” He muttered under his breath. “Who the fuck’s been sleeping in my bed?”
Silently he approached it and stared down at the surprise occupant. What was Faith doing in his bed? She wasn’t just in it; she was wearing one of his shirts too. Admittedly she looked adorable but he couldn’t think like that. He needed to keep her at a distance which wasn’t easy when she was sound asleep beneath his sheets.
He crouched down by his bed and reluctantly studied her beautiful features. God she looked even more innocent and pure while sleeping. Her blonde hair was tangled around her and spread out over his pillows. Her lips were parted slightly as she breathed and one hand rested alongside of her head, palm facing upwards, fingers curled in slightly. Her other hand was under the sheet somewhere and suddenly he was curious as to where it was. Was she touching herself again? She talked of the visions in her sleep, and it seemed they were sexual sometimes, which was what had led to that moment he’d gone to her room.
Carefully so he wouldn’t disturb her, Adrian lifted the sheet enough so he could see where her hand was. His teeth snapped together when he saw it was between her legs but he dropped the sheet down over her again and stood up. He didn’t want to wake her yet. He was going to shower and get ready to leave again. He had to be at Donna’s in two hours, but he needed to get food for Lucas and Katherine first. With one final look at the woman in his bed, he headed for the bathroom to shower.
Stripping off his clothes while the water heated up, he tossed them in the laundry chute and stepped into the shower, standing for a moment just savouring the heat over his skin. Once he’d had his moment of simply enjoying the warmth, he washed his hair and finally soaped himself up; making sure his body was thoroughly cleaned after being with Georgia. Although it was impossible for him to pick up sexually transmitted diseases given he wasn’t living, he was still very particular about personal hygiene, and didn’t want to have the scent of one woman on him while fucking another one. He even went so far as to use condoms with those women who wanted him covered before fucking them.
He was just rubbing soap over his abdominals in lazy circles while he thought about his appointment with Donna and the complication in his life that was presently sleeping in his bed, when a hand touched his shoulder and he felt the softness of a woman’s body against his back.
In one fluid movement he spun, his hand up in an almost defensive move, and his fingers closed around the slender throat of the blonde woman standing in his shower.
Faith
As I stood under the warm spray of Adrian’s shower with his fingers tightening around my neck, I had that brief moment where I wondered what on earth had possessed me to get in with him.
I never did anything impulsive, and I’d never taken my clothes off and climbed in a shower with a man before. In fact I’d never taken my clothes off in front of anyone since I was a little girl, when my mother had still been alive. Now while I stood with his fingers choking off my air, and my eyes filling with tears at the fury I saw in his expression, I reached up to try and loosen his grip.
His eyes met mine and he must have seen something in my face. Fear probably because right now he was scaring me, and I was relieved when he made a noise that sounded like a snort and released me.
“I’m sorry Faith. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but you should never sneak up on a man like that, and you should definitely never sneak up on a vampire.”
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” I whispered before clearing my voice. “I’m sorry; I don’t know what possessed me. I woke up and heard the water running and…and…I…before I knew it, I was in with you.”
Adrian’s eyes locked on mine but he remained silent and under his piercing stare I felt myself beginning to blush. One of his eyebrows shot up and his eyes lowered, trailing down the front of me, over my breasts, lingering on them before continuing on down my stomach. Before he could look lower, I dropped a hand over my pubic area in an attempt to shield myself from his gaze. His eyes met mine again, a smile touching his lips fleetingly before it was gone again.
“Seriously Faith; you’re going to do that? You’re going to try and hide yourself from me? Have you forgotten already I’ve had my mouth on your cunt?” He leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “I’ve seen your girly bits sweetheart.” He reached out and brushed my hand aside, plunging two fingers inside me making me gasp at the shock of his sudden invasion. He pulled them out again and licked them, just one single, slow sweep of his tongue before fixing me with that pale, penetrating stare of his. “Now, what do you want? What was so fucking important that you had to join me in the shower?”
I met his eyes, tryi
ng to be as strong and confident as I could while standing naked in a shower next to a man who made my heart pound, just by looking at him. As I stared at him, I got the first hint of an idea. A way I could make this man take me seriously, a way I could get him to accept we were destined for one another. From that hint of an idea it grew, formulating inside my head and before I could stop myself my mouth opened and the words spilled out.
“I want you to be my teacher Adrian. I will pay you to teach me all you know about sex. I want to be one of your clients. You want money don’t you? I’m prepared to pay you. I don’t have a lot of money but I can make some by doing some readings for people. I don’t want you to feed me bullshit about being a virgin. I’m tired of being one. I want to find out what all the fuss is about. I see you with those women…” My voice trailed off when Adrian’s hand slammed against the tiled wall of the shower making me jump.
“What the fuck do you mean you’ve seen me with women?” He leaned in closer until we were almost nose to nose.
“I…the visions Adrian, it’s the visions. I can’t help what I am, so stop getting angry with me.”
“I don’t know why you had to show up when you did. Ok, you found your sister. That’s nice for you, but for fuck sakes stop with this shit about you and I, and stay the fuck out of my life.” He roared.
I stepped back until my back was pressed up hard against the tiles of the shower. He was angry with me and so angry about the visions but I couldn’t help them. “Hang on a minute, I can’t help my visions. I have no control over them so don’t yell at me for something I have no control over.”
“Stop fucking about with me then, stop coming into my shower, my fucking bed, my damn life. Stay...the…fuck…away...from…me.” He snapped. “I will not be your fucking teacher and introduce you to sex Faith. If this is some stupid scheme on your part to try and convince me we’re supposed to be together, you can forget it. I can’t commit to you, I can’t commit to anyone. Don’t you fucking get that? You know what I am. Are you going to sit home like the dutiful little woman knitting me sweaters while I’m out making money fucking other women?”
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