Brotherhood In Blood

by J. E Hanson

  March isn’t any better, because Zane only has an umbrella in his hand, and he shows off his goods. For April, there’s a naked Leo in the grass, and he exposes his manhood.

  May offers Louie, and I’m not changing it fast enough to June. For June, Brennan lays in the sand, and he completely exposes his entire body.

  Thinking July will improve, it’s even worse. Brannon plays Volleyball in the sand—with no clothes on either.

  After recognizing what this is, I should have dignity and respect for the Enforcers, to put the calendar up, but I have to find out, who Mr. August is first.

  For December, Tommy reveals his gun, but not the one you shoot.

  Alexander is Mr. November. I try hard not to peek, but I found the answer to that looming question. He’s definitely bigger than Mr. Ruler is. They placed him in an amber with peach feather boa. As if, he’s some kind of turkey waiting to stuff women.

  The calendar flips to October, and that’s an even bigger mistake. There’s a naked Charlie with tons of body hair. I flip the page, before noticing too much of Charlie. I managed to flip past him and Ian. Instead of stopping like anyone with new fang issues should do, Mr. August happens to be laying it all out there in an emerald field full of wildflowers. My fangs instantly descend. Instead of playing, the guessing game of what he has. My boyfriend is well hung. He’s even bigger than Mr. Ruler is. I have to study the pictures intently, for the month of August. I view every single inch of his flawless and sculpted body. My fangs remain out, and they refuse to retract. I want to rip the month of August out. It is hard to close the calendar. In other pictures, he’s standing inside a waterfall. He has another shot of him standing inside the shower. The field catches my attention too. In the last shot, he’s lying in a bed of roses. He holds one rose, with his fangs showing. The doorknob slowly turns, and I quickly flip it back to September. I hang up the calendar. The chair has wheels, so I shot across the room, to return looking through all the fabric samples.

  “I’m so sorry for leaving you in the stockroom for so long, Princess! Did you find anything?” Sean asks and apologizes.

  My hand covers my mouth. “I believe I found everything. I picked out these swatches for the royal ball.”

  Sean rushes over, and stares at my choices. “You have an excellent eye for fashion. You should come and work for me. I never knew I had these colors until now. How remarkable! Girl, you had better work for me. I feel so guilty, for leaving you here all alone, for so long. I have the perfect outfit for you.”

  Sean hands me an ivory with gold dress, and a pair of matching heels. The great part is that he’s letting me have it, without putting it on Papa's credit card. Sean orders me to wear the new outfit. I place my old outfit in a bag. Louie pulls my hair up for me, with the tiara intact.

  Sean picks out more designs and fabric. My fangs finally retract. My back continues to face the front door to the shop. The bells sound, but I’m too busy, helping Sean out.

  A familiar pair of muscular arms wrap tightly around my waist. He nibbles on my right ear, purring. “I miss you so much, and I want to take you out.”

  My fangs automatically descend, after hearing his husky voice. Louie heard my fangs click and he snickers at me. My Mr. August stands right behind me with all his clothes on.

  “I have to leave, but I fully enjoyed today. I will be back soon, for the other suggestions,” I inform Sean.

  Sean waves me on. “Oh, I can see that Chris wants his princess. Who am I to argue? I have to work on Louie's clothing line anyway. Go have fun you two lovebirds.”

  My head tilts up to Christian, and I kiss those lips of his. He manages to part my lips with his thumb. He wants to see if they’re out. He grins at me, knowing that I’m struggling for control. “Let me take you out.”

  This time, he picks me up in his brand new Convertible Maserati. He’s insane for having all these expensive cars in his lineup. I nervously sit in his leather seat, afraid to touch anything of his. He rejoins me in the driver's seat. I keep my mouth shut, when it comes to finances, or anything they have.

  We kiss and he cocks his head to the side. “Are you nervous about something? Either that or you have a question, so which one is it?”

  “Do you have anything else that you may have forgot to tell me? Do you also work with charities?”

  Leave it to a vampire to appear lost in confusion. “I have no idea, what you are asking. I do charities all the time for various things. I hand out tons of money. I love to help the less fortunate. Your odd question is really throwing me off.”

  “I bought a lot of dresses, but a few are the ones you don’t want me to wear,” I quickly change the subject.

  “I would love to see you wear that dress again. I want to remind you that if you do, your chaste will no longer be an issue. You love teasing me, and that is nothing new.”

  I try to stop thinking about that calendar, but remembering those pictures makes me desire him even worse. The fangs descend as soon as I think about him in that way.

  He peeks over at me. “I want to know what you are thinking about.”

  “I’m thinking about nature,” I confess, but I’m really thinking about him laying naked in an emerald field.

  “What about nature?” Oh, he had to ask me that! I take a few minutes and ponder how to answer his question.

  “You will receive a surprise from me one of these days, and I wonder… how do you feel about nature?” I ask him, and an idea pops in my head.

  “I think you are speaking in code, and this confuses me. Of course, I love nature, and I love any surprise you are willing to give me. You can give me a hint, on what you are planning.”

  “My chaste will no longer be an issue after this surprise, but out of respect for the both of us, I will wait awhile, before I go through with my surprise for you.”

  He kisses the palm of my hand. “I am sure; I will love it no matter what the surprise is. I eagerly anticipate it.”

  Christian parks at the docks and he opens the passenger’s side door for me. I take his hand in mine while we walk towards the pier holding hands together. Our journey ends, at the edge of the pier. He softly kisses me again. I love his constant display of affection. My fangs are unfortunately remaining stubborn, but he’s able to maneuver around them. We pause long enough to stroll along the beach. He already has a large bleached blanket waiting for us. He smoothly pours two wine glasses of blood. “I want you to know that this blood will taste extremely potent. This blood comes from my very own special stock. It has aged for two hundred years,” he explains.

  I had no idea that blood, can taste like alcohol. After taking a small sip, I realize that this blood is extremely potent. He takes a few sips.

  “Do you pick out things you like? Or have you grown accustomed, to remaining a vampire for so long that you’re reintroducing things to vampires?”

  Christian caresses my cheek. “I have been a vampire for so long that I want to improve things for us. If I can improve an existence, then I can rest easy for a change.”

  “You have seen it all, and done it all. How do you keep existing?”

  Christian pulls me close to him. He kisses the back of my neck. “I exist, because of the unknown. There have been vampire suicides throughout the years. I have seen some die too. I have my older twin brother with me, and even in my darkest days, he keeps us going. I am able to preoccupy my time with businesses, and the Brotherhood. I want to keep Reno and Khan from taking over. If they take over, everything will go to shit. If that stupid Bill 203 passes, Khan will pass policies that would hurt me financially. Our group will disband, or they will replace us with rogues. I will do anything I can, to keep Saber in power. I will say that I am truly thankful, to have met you. I realize how wonderful you really are. I am trying, to figure out what is so special about you. I feel like I have known you for an eternity.”

  I stare deeply into his ultramarine eyes, as if I have known him for an eternity too. I kiss his lips, and push him to
the ground. My leg lifts over his waist, and I make out with him. The sparks continue to fly between us. My heart soars, wanting him badly. Chris flips me to the ground, and I can hear his fangs click. My fangs remain out, and this is a little tricky. He makes it too easy, and he even teases me.

  “This is your first lesson with fangs. You are about to find out, why you need to be careful with your tongue.”

  He kisses me viciously, and Christian purposely flicks his tongue over my fangs. The sensation hits me hard and directly between my legs. The feeling is so intense that it causes me to moan loud. He continues to whisper in my ear, constantly reminding me to relax and breathe.

  “Now, you see why I told you that you need to be careful with your tongue.”

  “I see what you’re saying now, and I’m sorry.”

  “That is why I had such a hard time, not taking your chaste right then and there. I want you to feel, what it is like for me. I waited eagerly for your fangs to descend, so you could feel exactly, what I felt.”

  “Why do I have a feeling that there are more things I don’t know—or understand yet?”

  “You will in time, but right now, I want to continue making out for a while longer. I love kissing you.”

  We tease each other for another hour. We are almost at the point of taking our clothes off. He slides my dress above my hips. His left hand runs up and down my body. I want him inside me. He has enough courage to stand up. He turns away from me, for some strange reason. I stand behind him, and hold on to his waist.

  “You are driving me insane! I am losing all sensibilities! I usually have more control than this! I never wanted a woman as badly as the way I want you right now! I have never felt like this, since my human days! I never thought I would meet another woman, who can kiss me the way you do! You make it so fucking hard to say no! I really want to make love to you! I want you, and you are the only one I have on my mind! Do you even realize what you are doing to me?”

  I hug him tightly. “I feel the same as you. I guess I’m not as experienced as you are. But you’re all I want—and need.”

  “You turned me from a hideous monster, into a man falling for you! If this is some kind of sick joke, please tell me now! I need you, Jeannie! I will give, or do anything for you. Just please… let this be real. I need this to be real,” he confides his feelings for me. He feels the same emotions as I’m feeling right now.

  “I pray for the same exact thing. I need this to be real too! I never want you, to buy me things, or give me things. I just want you—and only you. I’m so afraid that I will wake up, and you will be just another dream. I’m still trying, to figure out if you’re real, but you’re still here. And you’re standing right in front of me now.”

  Christian leans over, and he kisses my forehead. “I promise you that I’m very real. I’m so real that I want you right here—and now. Would I ever do this in your dreams?”

  He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. We continue, to toy with each other. Unfortunately, we have to apply the brakes, because my phone starts to ring. My index finger gestures one minute in the air.

  I answer the phone. “How’s my darling doing? Did you enjoy your shopping trip today?”

  I smile at Chris weakly, and continue my conversation. “Yes, I enjoyed my shopping trip, and Sean made sure I spent tons of your money.”

  “That’s great! I’m ecstatic that you bought out his store! I had hoped to see you at the castle, but apparently, you’re not here yet. When are you coming home? I would like to see you, before I leave again.”

  I frantically look around and try to find my shoes. “I’m on my way home, Papa. I’m so sorry that I never made it home sooner. I was a little sidetracked, but if you wait, I will be home in about ten minutes.”

  “That sounds fantastic! I will be waiting patiently for you. I will see you, when you get here, my darling.”

  My phone call abruptly ends. Chris already has everything packed, and in his car. He drives off in a hurry. I’m constantly apologizing to Chris over my Papa.

  “I feel like a human again. I feel like I am trying to take you home, before a curfew violation. I have heard of these things in mainstream media. I always thought that this was rather silly until I am experiencing this firsthand,” he made a little joke, and we laugh about it.

  We make it home in five minutes, due to his heavy speeding. He drops me off at the front door, so he can park his car in the garage. I burst through the library doors, and try to regain composure. Papa stands there stoically, and he’s talking to Alexander, Erik, and Charlie. Ian flags me down, and points at my lips. Ian hands me a moist napkin, to fix my lipstick. I mouth, “thank you,” to him. He smiles at me, and turns his head away.

  Papa hugs me tightly. “There’s my girl! I was wondering, what was taking you so long.”

  “Christian took me out for a bite to eat, and I lost track of time.”

  Papa grins at me, and I love how blue his eyes are. They remind me of my mom's eyes. “Christian is doing a wonderful job as your guardian. I’m sure he took the time from his busy schedule, to help you with your fangs,” Papa compliments my boyfriend, except he doesn’t even know that Chris is my boyfriend.

  Christian enters the room with bold confidence and there’s not a trace of lipstick on him. “I am happy to help your granddaughter out, and she is adjusting quite well.”

  “You have gone above and beyond. How will I ever thank you?”

  He holds his hand up. “There is no need to thank me. I already enjoy her company.”

  “I’m so happy you had a great time. I have to leave, but I will return, to take you out to eat.”

  I hug Papa tightly. “I can’t wait, Papa. I hope your emergency meeting goes well for you tonight.”

  We wait to fool around until after Papa left. My lips press up against his to stop him from saying anything else further.

  “I’m sorry about Papa. Will you escort me to my bedroom? I’m starting to feel a little drowsy.”

  Christian escorts me back to my temporary bedroom. He pulls me closer to him, and my body aches for his touch.

  “Jeannie, you need to stop making this so difficult for me.”

  “I need you, and I want to show you just how much I love you.”

  “What did you just say to me?”

  His expression on his face, tells me that he’s in shock, and I never thought he expect me to say that either.

  “I want to show you, exactly how much I love you.”

  His eyes skip and sparkle with happiness. Christian picks me up, and he carries me inside. He carefully lays me on the bed, toying with my necklace.

  “Will you please be honest with me? How do you really feel about me?”

  His blood tells me that he’s worried, but I want to tell him the absolute truth. “I love you, and that’s how I truly feel.”

  Christian closes his eyes. “Please say those words to me again. I need to make sure, I am not hearing things.”

  “I love you, Chris. I love you—and only you.”

  He lifts me up in his arms, and my legs automatically wrap around his hips. His tongue rubs against mine. We make out for the next ten minutes. We stop, so I can take a breather. He stares deep into my eyes. “I am madly in love with you too. I love you so much, my beautiful princess.”

  We stop wasting time as I rip his shirts off him. My boyfriend is bare chested, and my tongue eagerly slides over his entire chest. He starts to groan, and I clumsily unbutton his pants. Christian reaches behind me, and he unzips my dress. We keep the moment of passion alive as my dress and his pants hit the floor. He shifts me on top of him. My fangs want to bite him, but I refrain. I want to inhale him whole; and his musky scent sucks me in. I want him and I want him badly. I arch my back, desiring, and lusting for him right now. He trails his warm kisses down my chest until there’s a sudden loud bang on the door. He lets out a loud growl, and he quickly covers us with my plush blanket.

  “Who is it?” Christi
an yells and continues, “What do you want?” He has a disdained look on his face.

  “Chris, this is Ian. You have an emergency phone call. The board has come to a decision, and they want to speak with you,” Ian answers nervously through the door, and he explains the situation.

  Christian stares into my eyes and we both mouth the same word in unison, “FUCK!”

  “I love you, and please try not to fall asleep,” he asks as he kisses me softly.

  I want him to remain in bed with me. My body cries out in vain for him to stay put. Sadly, with a look of defeat in his eyes, he moves from underneath my plush blanket. I have to see what he’s wearing. To my satisfaction, he wears a pair of obsidian silk boxers. And, in bitter disappointment, he jerks his pants over those perfect hips of his. I watch every single move he makes, from him readjusting his pants, to him zipping them up. Once he finishes his little peep show, my night with him ends in bitter disappointment. He jerks the door open, nearly taking it off the hinges. Ian nervously stands there, with Christian’s phone in his hand. He peers back at me with sadness in his eyes, and disappointment on his face. He takes the call as he rushes from my room.

  I finish changing into something more comfortable. I chose a see-through negligee instead of my usual nightgown, just in case he returns. I locate my iPod, and turn the music up until it blazes in my ears. The first ten songs pass by, and still no Chris. I try to stay awake, but the time read eleven o'clock in the evening. I have to call it a night, by sadly flipping the light switch off. I really hate sleeping without him. After ten minutes of restless turning, I found a sweet spot.

  ~~~***~~~

  My dreams continue with a beautiful wedding. I look down, and I’m wearing a gorgeous ivory veil with a strapless ivory wedding dress. I look around at the strange faces in the crowd. I nervously stroll through the crowd, and I look up to see Christian standing there with a smile on his face as he waits for me at the altar.