by Megan Hawke
“It would really help me if you could find out,” I said. I glanced at the laptop on the TV tray. The laptop was on a Google results page. “Google them.”
“Google them? Why?” he said. “I don't want to find them.”
“I do. I have to find Fritz. Fast,” I said. “All I have is his license plate number.”
“I can run a trace on that,” he said. “Vampires hide their tracks too well to find them with Google. Werewolves probably don't worry about it.”
“Do you think you can get me Fritz's address?”
“Yes.”
“Do it.”
Roger sat down beside me and pulled the laptop onto his lap. Yeah, a real laptop. He minimized the Google window, and went to one of his favorites. Seconds later a website came up, and he typed in the state and license number I gave him. Fritz Rotmensen's name came up, complete with address and phone number. I jotted them down. I was rather pleased to see he didn't live that far away, just west of Roger's place. Farmers Branch was the next suburban town over.
“Try this one,” I said, giving him the Giorgi Sisters license number.
He did his computer magic. Okay, he just entered the license number. But it worked. Seconds later a name and address appeared.
“That belongs to Amanda Sanchez,” he said.
My jaw dropped. All my hopes were dashed. At first I thought Amanda would be Lolita's minion, but it wasn't to be. The screen said the license was on a Blue Chevy Impala. So they were using stolen plates on their Mercedes SUV. Vampire sneakiness. My car's registration had my mail drop address, using an alias. Didn't want anyone tracing my plates back to my home.
“Thanks,” I said.
My chances of recovering my stolen money were dim at best. Being broke was frightening. I couldn't afford blood. I couldn't even afford to buy gas for my bike. The Giorgi Sisters even took the coins from my purse. Technically, by Texas Law, I was a vagrant.
"So, you want to work on your wings?" Roger said. He looked eager. No doubt. When I didn't say no, and gave him a speculative look instead, Roger's libido skyrocketed. That was all it took to really get me interested. But when I still hesitated, Roger changed the rules. His power kicked in. "Let's get started."
His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt an almost electrical shock slide through my body. Gooseflesh rippled my skin and I shivered. The air was pushed out of my lungs in a grunt.
"Ugh, Jesus," I said, eyes closing and head rolling back. It felt really good when his power rolled over me like that. A girl could get addicted to that, as Desiree warned me. "This isn't right, Roger. You're not allowing me to choose."
My nether regions were tingling and growing hot and wet. Crazed butterflies filled my lower belly, lungs tight, and I found myself starting to pant.
"You can still say no," he said, rather smugly, too.
My mouth was too dry to answer. I rolled my tongue around inside my mouth, then I suddenly started salivating as I look down at his groin. His jeans were tented with his arousal, and I could almost taste and feel that cock in my mouth.
"No I can't, and you know it," I said. "I can't."
"Good," Roger said. He reached for me and I opened my arms as I leaned into him. "I can't stop thinking about you, too."
We kissed, deep and lingering. One arm went around me, to pull me in tight, while the other hand went straight for my boobs. Soon I lost track of his hands. Didn't care where they traveled. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed, kissed, kissed.
When we came up for air, my top was unbuckled. My belt was unbuckled and low-riders unfastened as well. He immediately pulled the top the rest of the way off. While he did that, I reached down and unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his penis.
Giving him a smoldering look, I slipped off the couch and in between his knees. With dick in hand, stroking him to hardness, I lowered my face and sucked him in. Roger groaned and I moaned as I slid further down his shaft. I remembered enough of our previous tryst to know fellatio was his favorite.
Something different was transpiring between us. I “felt” everything I was doing to him. I could feel my own lips sliding down his penis, feel the intense pleasure and satisfaction he was experiencing. He didn't share this with me last time we made love. It was disconcerting and thrilling at the same time. Finding his sweet spot was a breeze, and I soon had both of us gasping and writhing.
"Think about growing wings," Roger gasped out. "Concentrate. With this link, I might be able to help you more."
"Mmmmm," I said, wondering how I was supposed to suck cock, feel everything he felt, and at the same time think about wings. I mean, I can multitask with the best of them but that was pushing it. Sex tended to scramble my brain. "I'll try."
I raked my nails over his hips and down his outer thighs, feeling it upon my own flesh as well. My own tongue, lips, and teeth drove me wild, and I finally understood why men loved it so much when the woman sucked their dicks all of the way into our mouths. Wow.
When Roger climaxed, so did I. We were linked that closely. I wondered if he put a mental link on me, like I had on Dane, Gabe, and Desiree. Could he feel me making love to others? I knew when Dane or Desiree were having sex. Unfortunately, while poor wounded Gabe frequently got sexually aroused, he was getting no satisfaction other than what little I personally gave him.
"Oh my God, my back is tingling," I said, feeling it right between my shoulder blades.
Was that the first twinges of my future wings? Or was I just imagining it in my desire to have wings?
"Good," he said, smiling smugly down at me.
I crawled up into Roger's lap as he laid sprawled on the couch, basking in the after burn of sex. Taking his face in both hands, I looked deep into his eyes until we were both locked in a smoldering supernatural lust, then we tilted our heads and kissed hungrily. Two sets of hands were pawing, clutching, squeezing, and exploring. After a few moments Roger thrust his power straight into me like a spear through the heart.
“Uuuuuuugggggghhhh,” I groaned, throwing my head back as my body raced towards orgasm at break neck speed. He was using his power to drive me wild. And then it exploded. “Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Jesus...Christ!”
Those two spots between my shoulder blades started to burn. My back arched more, those spots burned deeper, and then I climaxed again. And again. And again.
Roger raked my body with that erotic power, forcing me to climax over and over. After what seemed an eternity, he dropped me on the floor and stood over me, smiling down smugly, triumphantly. I just lay there limply, moaning as he removed my boots and pants.
“Oh, Roger,” I said as he crawled between my legs and mounted me. “Oooh, yes.”
His power surged through me again, as he pumped in and out. All I could do was clutch at him and make tiny animal noises as my body was blessed with orgasm after orgasm.
Roger really knew how to take care of a lady.
"Now, sprout your wings!" he commanded, and his own wings erupted from his back. I felt them through our mental link. It felt as if I grew those wings. As they flapped I felt that too, and loved it. "Good job!"
"I have wings?"
"Not quite," he said, and he seized the two knobs of flesh protruding from my back. Really, they were no more than six inch long bones sheathed in skin. "But it is a beginning."
"Yes!"
We spent hours together, in every position either of us could imagine. I thanked the heavens our vampiric bodies could handle so much sexual use. Vampire on vampire sex was the best, and Roger quadrupled it with his power.
Despite everything, those six inches was all I got that night. In fact, after a while they were absorbed back into my body. I couldn't get them back, either. Oh, we tried.
All good things must end. Just before three we stopped, both famished. Roger pulled out a shopping bag full of rectangular packets. It only took me a second to figure out those matte black plastic bags held blood. There was no brand name or other markings on the bags, w
hich was odd. Most blood came in silver bags that looked like what they sold fruit drinks in. The bags of blood he handed me almost looked like someone filled and sealed them at home.
Famished, I stabbed a black bag with a sharp straw and sucked hard. The best blood in the world filled my mouth. Human blood! That heady buzz started before I was halfway through that first bag. I sucked down three pints of blood, the most ever at one sitting for me. Roger only drank two, but sucked them down in record time. He gave me an annoyed look, reminding me that Roger really didn't like sharing his food supply.
"Jesus, where did you get human blood?"
That startled him. "What? Human...oh, yeah," he said. I really rattled him. "I drink...buy, buy human blood. Sometimes."
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, shit," he said, looking in terrible pain. "I didn't want you knowing I drank human blood sometimes. You know, because of your concern with me around your sister. But I would never hurt her!"
I laughed. Poor thing. He was so paranoid.
"I understand that now," I said. Roger couldn't hurt anyone. If for no other reason than he couldn't stand the sight of blood. "Stop being silly."
That calmed him down. But he remained on edge until I walked up to him, rose up on tip-toes, and kissed him full on the lips. Then his tongue darted into my mouth, and we sank into a deep, lingering kiss while I clung to him and his hands roamed all over my naked body.
Breaking the kiss, we shared a lusty gaze and our lips curled up into smiles as our libidos began cranking out pheromones like crazy. It was time to start again. Then I felt something odd. The feeling was enough to pull me out of the moment, made me frown with concentration.
“Dane,” I said. “What's happening?”
He was terrified. Something bad was happening. Heart pounding to match his, I staggered until I found a chair to hang on to.
“Who?” Roger asked, clearly afraid something was wrong with me.
“Dane...my boy...my friend,” I said. “He's in trouble. He's...oh.”
The fear ended instantly. Just gone. Bam. A new sensation was rising up, fast. Lust. Longing. Need and desire.
“Dane's been captured by a vampire!”
Chapter 15
I pushed the limits of my admittedly limited skills with a motorcycle. The Ninja would go a lot faster around corners than I pushed it, but I couldn't. As it was, I was lucky I didn't crash a dozen times.
Dane was due west of Roger's house. He was in Farmers Branch. I followed my senses to a small, older red brick home, skidding to a halt half a block short of it. I could see Heidi in her BMW SUV at the other end of the block. She started the engine when she spotted me.
Dane had gone emotionally and mentally numb inside the house, definitely mesmerized by a vampire. But there were two other people in there. One was a terrified woman, the other an odd feeling man. Something was wrong with how he felt, but worse was the rage he felt. His soul burned with rage.
Heidi headed straight toward the house. She couldn't understand the danger inside. She knew Dane was in trouble now, but probably figured it was from me. Jealous bitch. So I hit the gas and my tires squealed and smoked as I shot off toward the front door.
I don't know if the enraged man heard me and Heidi racing each other towards them, or something else made him panic. But panic he did.
As I approached the man burst out the front door. Literally. The door disintegrated and he ran out. He was wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt, but the man inside the clothes was all werewolf.
Fritz? I couldn't tell. The glint of gold chain vanishing inside his t-shirt caught my attention. Fritz kept the Coeur de Sade on a gold chain. The talisman was covered. That was my chance to capture Fritz, and take the talisman away from him. But Dane felt weak. And the terror of that woman was only increasing, calling me inside.
I turned the bike toward the front door and gunned it as he ran off into the darkness. I heard Heidi hit the curb a second after I rolled up the driveway and into the yard. I dropped the Ninja, engine still running, in the front yard and ran into the house as I pulled the Glock 31 from the backpack's hidden holster. Heidi was alternating screaming a warning to Dane and screaming at me to stop.
"Halt!" I shouted, holding the pistol in both hands. Yeah, I had some training. Though, truth be told, as a vampire I had a rock steady aim with just one hand. Even with both hands and a support I couldn't hold a pistol on target as a mortal as well as I could as a vampire. "No one move!"
I was in the living room. Dane was sprawled on the couch. Naked. I could smell the sex on him. He reeked of woman and expensive perfume. His penis was semi-flaccid and shiny wet from recent use. More disturbing, his neck was bleeding from at least three vampire bites.
Up close, I could sense him better. He wasn't about to die any time soon. Blood was barely oozing from his bites. His blood loss was minimal, though once he was back to his senses he might disagree. I felt the woman in the back rooms in much more danger.
"Dane!" I said, and he turned his eyes toward me. Instantly I had him, mesmerized. Reaching down, I placed my hand on his neck, and healed all three bites. Then I released him from my control. He grunted and blinked at me in surprise. "Heads up!"
“Dane!” Heidi cried. “Get away from him, vampire!”
He was instantly back to himself. Fear erupted from him. That didn't make me feel any better, since he knew what was still inside the house. Or was he afraid of me?
A woman wailed pitifully. I didn't hesitate. Pushing Heidi aside I charged down the short hallway, and into the master bedroom. The sight that greeted me brought me to a dead stop.
Lorelei Giorgi was tied spread-eagle on the bed. She was still fully clothed, much as I'd seen her before. But Lolita was completely naked, and sprawled atop her sister, greedily sucking blood from her neck.
“Stop!” I cried. Lolita ignored me. Why? Then I remembered Fritz. She had to be under the power of the Coeur de Sade. Nothing would make a sister turn on her sister like that but powerful magic. So I took aim at the back of her head. A silver bullet in the brain would break the spell, and give me some small bit of satisfaction. Of course, I could let her kill Lorelei first. No! Too cruel, no matter what they did to me and Desiree. “You're welcome.”
I shot the beautiful vampire in the back of the head. Lolita jerked and rolled off the bed, wailing in pain. I walked over to Lorelei and smiled down. Her eyes went wide at the sight of me standing over her.
“I want all my money and jewelry back,” I said. “Or else.”
“No problem! It's yours, I promise,” she said, very agreeable. I liked that. So I pushed the pistol back into the backpack holster, and started untying her left wrist. “You saved my life. Thank you.”
“Not a problem,” I said, leaning over her to untie her wrists. It was a brass bed, big fancy headboard. “But I expect full – ”
“Get off her!” Heidi cried.
I turned toward the door. Heidi was standing there, pistol in hand. She pulled the trigger and hit me right below the left boob. Then shot me in the neck, followed by two shots in the belly.
I'm just a new vamp. Blessed silver does a number on me. Wailing in pain, I staggered back against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor. The pain was exquisite. All I could do for a long moment was just gawk incredulously as she walked up, smiled cruelly at me, and shot me in the face.
Blackness engulfed me. When I woke up everyone was gone. The pain in my head was debilitating. The only other silver bullet burning inside me was in my chest. The bullets passed completely through me on the neck and both belly shots.
“I don't think Heidi likes me,” I muttered, and smiled. Yeah, I tell jokes to myself. Doesn't everyone?
Staggering to my feet, I started looking for something to cut myself open with. I needed to remove those damn sanctified bullets. Finding a butcher knife in the kitchen, the bullet in my chest was soon out. Unfortunately, I couldn't perform brain surgery on myself. That bullet would stay.
/> I only spent a few minutes looking around. Fritz's jeep was in the garage. It was hunter green. I'm afraid that silver bullet boiling my brain made me cranky. I slashed all of his tires, and his seats. After that, it was too late to stick around. Sunrise was approaching.
Soon, I was roaring down the street on the Ninja. Heading for the only safe haven I knew. Kale's house. Roger was too squeamish to help me. The house was completely dark when I arrived. I couldn't sense him inside, but with that blessed bullet in my head I couldn't sense anything at all. It scrambled all of my vampiric abilities.
“Kale, help me!” I cried, rather pathetically I admit. I was hurting. I pounded on the door. He opened it quickly, just blinking at me in the porch light. “Hi. Can I stay here? I have problems.”
“What? Sure!” he said. He stepped back and waved me inside. I stumbled on the doorstep. He caught me, looking worried. “What's wrong? Are you hurt?”
“Hurt. Yes,” I said. “Silver bullet in head. Can't think straight. Hurts. Bad.”
“What can I do?” he said.
“Get an ax. Split my head open and find that damn bullet.”
“What? I can't do that,” he said.
That request just horrified him, so I dropped it. Boney would've done it, but I wasn't talking to Boney and didn't have time to get to him anyway. It would be day soon.
"I just need a safe place to lie down," I said. "It'll burn itself out of my skull if given time."
Chapter 16
Sleep was denied. Somehow I had avoided being shot in the head up until Heidi tried to off me. As much as blessed silver bullets burned, I was getting a little "whatever" about being shot with them. Getting shot was just part of doing business. I discovered getting shot in the head was a whole nother level of hurt.
Boney told me on numerous occasions that silver bullets would burn their way out of a vampire's body. I always cut them out. Why suffer? But Kale was unable to hack my skull open and look for the burning bullet, so I laid on the cold tiles of his bathroom floor and waited for that bullet to burn its way out. The sanctified silver burned and burned for hours and hours. Then around five in the afternoon, I checked the back of my head and discovered it had burned completely though the bone and was pressing up against the skin.