by Missy Maxim
“All too easy,” she sighed--bored, but happy.
The drive to her nearby luxury apartment was short.
Her grandmother passed away in the last year, leaving her enough money to live off-campus plus pay tuition. The result had been a nice one-bedroom, complete with protective wards. She took the secure elevator up to the third floor and walked down the hallway to the corner apartment.
“Honey, I’m home!” She dropped her backpack in the hall.
“How was class?”
She walked into the living room to see her boyfriend reclining shirtless on the couch, reading the newspaper.
“Last one before the break, so it was awesome.” She tossed him the plastic bottle. “Got you a present.”
He arched a brow. “Dust? How thoughtful of you.”
She plucked the paper out of his hands and straddled his lap. “Ashes, to be more precise.” She raked her nails down his pale chest. “A thorn in both our sides?”
He grinned, catching her meaning. “Do tell. This is really him?”
“Mm-hmm. Knew you’d want a souvenir. Idiot was so arrogant, he didn’t even sense me.”
Julian sat up and nipped at his mark on her throat. “You’re lucky he didn’t.”
She pouted. “I staked him, didn’t I?”
Catherine got up and walked into the kitchen to stand in front of the open refrigerator.
He came up behind her and brushed her hair to the side. “You’re still new to this, kitten, all I’m sayin’…”
“Thought you said I’m a natural talent.”
He started kissing the skin he’d revealed. “I did, but that doesn’t replace experience.” One of his hands snuck underneath her jeans. “You’ve gotta watch out for the baddies that know just where to hit you the hardest.”
He plunged his fangs into the mark at the same time his fingers flicked—
“Julian!”
A mouthful of blood, and then he sealed the wound, holding her up against him.
“Lucky me I have a good teacher, then,” she said.
He chuckled. “Got anywhere you need to be in the mornin’?”
She turned to face him. “Nope, it’s Thanksgiving. Just football and pumpkin pie.”
He crouched and tossed her over his shoulder. “Good! I’ve got some lessons in mind, and they’re going to take all night.”
Catherine pinched a butt cheek. “Yes, sir.”
The End
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