by Gallier, TW
When she tried to kiss my cheek, I turned my head to the right. Angelique had snuck up while Antoinette distracted me with her ear action. We were nose to nose. She smiled in triumph, cupped my chin and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips parted, and mine mirrored hers. Eager, despite everything. She paused, our lips a fraction of an inch apart, locked eyes with me and smiled. Then the beautiful French vamp slowly pressed her glossy pink lips into mine.
"Mmmm," we both groaned as our lips slid all over each other.
Antoinette's erotic power surged through my body, scrambling my brain and pushing me to the edge of climax. Angelique thrust her hot, wet tongue into my mouth, and I met it with my own. Our tongues tangoed as our greasy, glossy lips slid all over each other. Neither one of us was breathing, and I was groaning pathetically.
"I want the talisman," Antoinette said, sending a supernaturally cold chill through me.
It was too hard to think. Could she influence me with her power? Could she compel me somehow? I really didn't feel like fighting her right then. I just wanted to make love to everyone.
"But, the council?"
Angelique, deprived of my lips, lowered her talented mouth to my breasts. She pulled a gasp and groan from me within seconds.
"You will give it to me," Antoinette said. "Or bad things will happen."
She reached down between my legs, found my clitoris, and sent incredible waves of pleasure washing through me. All she had to do was touch the clitoris, and I was instantly climaxing. Over and over.
"Bad things?" I said, eyes wide. How as I supposed to think, much less speak with her if Antoinette was forcing me to have one climax after another in rapid succession? "What?"
The gorgeous French vampire smiled coldly.
"Your sister Sabrina is almost as pretty as you," she said. "I will give her to Angelique for a month of training, then put her to work on the sleaziest street in Dallas."
"I'll kill you," I said, surprising them all.
"You'll try," Antoinette said. Her smile was angelic. She leaned over and kissed me. Deeply. I pushed into that kiss, savoring it. I so wanted to please her, and kill her at the same time. "But you will fail, and Sabrina will be a whore. Unless you obey and give the talisman to me."
Antoinette sank her fangs into the carotid artery on the right side of my neck. Angelique twisted around in front of me and sank her fangs into my left jugular. I had no choice, and let them drag me down into utter bliss.
CHAPTER 9
A front came in during the day, giving us thunderstorms. The temperature never got above seventy-three all day. The weatherman said it would drop to fifty-seven overnight. That was a little on the cold side, but about right for Dallas on October 10th.
Gabe called me right at sunset. He wanted to make sure I hadn't forgotten him. I was still in my coffin. Desiree hadn't returned from her professional sleep-over. He left a voice message.
I woke up alone. Antoinette took Boney with her when they all finished passing me around just after four in the morning. I don't think I completely returned to my senses for another thirty minutes after she left. Just thinking about her now made my heart race.
If Antoinette wanted to scare me. She succeeded. The last thing I wanted was to meet that super seductive vampire again.
Entering the hospital was tough. I always hated going to hospitals as a mortal. As a vampire it was worse. I could sense all that misery. Misery sang to me, called to me. Misery and despair rattled my bones it was so thick at the hospital. The scent of blood was noticeable, but corrupted with that antiseptic stench. Neither my unholy hunger nor libido was excited within a hospital.
For once I rated no second look from anyone as I strode to the elevators. Gabe would be disappointed, but I went totally anti-vamp. I wore a maroon silk blouse with high collar, gray pin-stripe suit jacket and matching knee-length skirt, and black pumps. Sharply dressed. My mother would even approve, though she'd think the four inch heels too much.
"Hello, I'm here to pick up Gabriel Preston," I told the nurse on duty. "Has he been released yet?"
The nurse cut her eyes up from a clipboard. She did not look pleased about being interrupted. The name tag on her baby blue scrubs said, "Simone."
Simone was a tall, big-boned African-American of about fifty. Her dark hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense bun. She set her clipboard down and picked up another, pursing her full lips. She wore no makeup. But she had a big aura.
"Yes. Two hours ago," she said, then glanced disapprovingly at me. "We've been expecting you."
I didn't like her attitude. After the previous night, I wasn't in a mood to be hassled.
"Problem?"
"You have met Mr. Preston, right?" Simone said.
"Enough said," I said, grimacing. Gabe wasn't making friends. I was afraid to ask if he was being rude or crude. Or both. "I'll take him off your hands now."
"Thank you," she said.
She turned abruptly and marched straight into Gabe's room. I followed closely, shaking my head. As usual, Gabe was alienating the female population.
"Sable! About damned time," Gabe said.
Gabe was tall, with a splendid, muscular body. I think I could see a rather handsome face under all that hair on his face.
"It's a work day," I said. That shut him up a moment, as he considered if I really could work during the day as he took in my "work attire." I could, but it would be borderline painful. I just had to avoid direct sunlight. Technically, vampires did not have to sleep at all. "I got here as quick as I could."
"You have a job now?"
I didn't have to work. I stole a lot of money from Yuri, before I killed him. Gabe probably had similar resources, since vampire hunters made no secret that we took whatever monies we found from vampires we staked. But he had a regular job, too. He said the job was for the insurance, but I suspect it was an attempt to blend into society, to hide from the vampires he hunted.
"Oh, I'm working." He raised an eyebrow at me. I smiled back at him. "You look ready to leave."
"Yeah, I'm more than ready," he said, scowling at the nurse.
"Thank Nurse Simone for her patience, and let's get out of here."
Gabe was back in his everyday clothes. Mostly. Instead of faded jeans he wore loose gray sweats, since he'd been shot in the thigh. Shotgun wound. Point blank. Yeah, it was an ugly wound. Other than that, he looked like a surly outlaw biker, complete with black Harley-Davidson t-shirt and dirty denim vest. No colors. The scuffed up boots he arrived in were replaced with equally worn running shoes.
Simone handed him a clipboard, and went through the release forms quickly. He was signing and initialing page after page. He didn't bother to read any of it. Did anyone? The nurse rattle off what each page said, while indicating where he was to sign or initial.
"Where is Nurse Kelly?" Gabe said, giving Simone a dark look. "I want to say good-bye."
"She's at lunch," Simone said.
Gabe's aura drew my attention then. It kinda strobed. Brightened for a second, like a flash of unholy anger. I never seen that before. I paused to compare Gabe's and Simone's auras. Gabe's was bigger, but not by much. His also looked different. It wasn't the perfect halo of Simone's and most people, but a halo with the insides mostly filled in of an alpha werewolf.
"She's been at lunch every time I asked for her today."
Why was I not surprised they were keeping a nurse away from him. He was such a pig. And he said the rudest things to women, but I believe he really didn't think of them as rude or crude, but as flirting.
Nurse Simone leaned over, took the clipboard and said, "I know." She glanced at me. "He's a pig. Kelly will stay at lunch until he's gone."
"That's a bunch of — !"
"Gabe!" I snapped, eyes flashing. "Zip it. I'm taking you home now." I looked at Simone. "Sorry. Some of us are kinda used to him."
"I pity you," she said.
Gabe wouldn't allow Simone to help him into the wheelchair. An elderly volunteer was waiting o
utside the door, and he came in to push the wheelchair. Hospital policy. The patients were all wheeled out by a doctor, nurse, or volunteer. He also refused any help out of the wheelchair and into the front passenger seat of my car. Gabe actually slapped my hand when I tried to pull the seatbelt over him.
"I'm not helpless," he said.
"You will be when I knock you out."
The volunteer chuckled as he pushed the wheelchair away. Gabe scowled at me, so I slammed the door.
"What the matter with you?" Gabe said when I slipped behind the wheel. "What got your panties in a wad?"
"You," I said. "Can't you be nice to anyone? You're going home, for Christ sake, so you should be happy, and nice to everyone that helped you."
He was silent while I started the engine and left. We were going up the on-ramp to southbound Central before he said anything.
"Thanks for picking me up. I'm not sure anyone else would," he said.
"You're welcome," I said, and relaxed a bit. "Now, let me take a wild guess. Nurse Kelly was pretty. You made crude comments or suggestions to her, and Nurse Simone wouldn't let you see her after that."
He looked anywhere but at me for a long moment.
"Maybe I might have misinterpreted the signals she was giving me," he said sheepishly. "What I said wasn't that bad."
"What was it?"
"Nothing."
"That bad, huh?" I said, grinning. Gabe would never change. "You're incorrigible."
"One of my more charming attributes."
"Yeah, that is what I was thinking, too," I said. "So, where are we going? Last I heard you lived in Arlington."
"I did," he said. "But I have a house in Dallas now, just outside of Duncanville. Take I-35 to Loop 20 and head west. I'll tell you where to turn."
Gabe guided me to the last Duncanville exit, and then right on Cedar Ridge. It was a heavily wooded section of Dallas. Most of the homes looked to be three-bedroom bricks. Good size, wooded lots. A very attractive neighborhood. His house was on the side of a hill. The lot was cut out of the hill to make it level.
He had a rear entry two-car garage, even though there was no alley. It was a tight turn when he parked in the garage. I paused to search the house with my vampiric senses. No one detected.
"Give me the key," I said. "I want to search the house first." He handed me his keychain, giving the house a wary look. "Any alarm?"
"No. You really think someone might be waiting?"
"You're a vampire hunter. Yes."
"I'll have to move."
"I'll help, unless you don't want me knowing where you live," I said.
"Thanks."
The house had three bedrooms, two bathrooms. Twelve hundred square feet. It only took a few minutes to search it. I had Gabe in the master bedroom, in bed in short order.
"Where are you going?" he said.
"I have groceries in the trunk," I said. "You want me to fix you anything? Dinner? Coffee?"
That surprised him. Gabe just gawked at me. I loved it when I did something that left him speechless. That happened so rarely.
"Thanks. A beer would be fine," he said.
"No beer. You're on medication," I said. I gave him a look that said no argument.
"A coke then," he said, scowling.
I didn't buy any soft drinks, so checked his refrigerator. He had a twelve pack of Pepsi. I gave him one, and started unloading the groceries and putting them away. Then I took him an unopened bag of corn chips. Gabe loved to munch on chips.
"Comfortable?" I said with a tight little smile.
"Yes," he said warily. "Why?"
"I'd like to talk about your friend, Quentin."
"What did he do?"
"He tried to kill me," I said. His eyes went wide. Didn't appear he knew anything about it. Good. "More specifically, he had no intention of talking to me. It was a trap. He set his pack on me, and I barely got out of there alive. He is damned lucky I didn't kill his pack's alpha female."
"Sorry, Sabe," he said quietly, eyes downcast. "I warned you he might not help you. You just asked for a name and address, and I called him to say you wanted to talk. He didn't say no."
"Do you know any werewolves called Fritz?"
"No. Not a werewolf," he said. "My boss's name is Fritz, but he isn't a werewolf." He patted the bed next to him. "Take a load off, Sabe. Come sit next to me."
"That would not be prudent," I said.
"Why not?"
"We're lovers. Sitting that close to you would just make me horny," I said. That set him off. His desires filled the air. Of course that affected me just as profoundly. "Dammit, I don't have time for this."
Gabe threw the sheet aside, revealing that he'd removed his pajama bottoms while I was putting up groceries. He was a very well endowed man.
"I should bite you."
"Bite this instead."
I glanced at his wound. It was nothing but scar tissue now, which surprised me. He looked mostly healed to me. I didn't know a lot about werewolves, but knew that silver in the blood retarded healing, making them heal at a normal mortal's rate. So he shouldn't be so well healed.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, but this is the first time I've seen your gunshot wound since it happened," I said. "More healed than I expected."
"Whatever," Gabe said, just shrugging it away. He gave his erect penis a couple quick strokes, that drew my eyes. He was still circumcised. Everything grew back when Changed into a vampire, but not a werewolf. My tonsils were back. "I'm ready for some of your sexual healing, baby."
My mouth watered as I looked at his erect cock. Stepping closer, I took that cock in hand and stroked it lovingly, my hunger growing. He reached up and started fondling me through the blouse and bra. Our eyes locked. My throat tightened up as electricity locked our gazes down. I kissed him, long and deep and passionate. A vampire kiss. By the time I broke the kiss, Gabe had my blouse unbuttoned and bra unfastened and was playing with my naked boobs.
"I don't have time, so scoot down," I said, moving him to my satisfaction. Then I stripped to just garter belt, dark hose and heels. He smirked at the sight of the garter belt and hose, and no panties. "Yeah, I knew this would happen. I did kinda promise, too."
Leaning over the bed, I swallowed his cock until he filled my mouth completely. After a long moment of giving intense head, making him jump and gasp, I climbed up onto the bed with him. Only I straddled his face, facing his legs. Gabe loved 69 more than anything. He let out a happy cry, grabbed my butt and buried his face between my legs. I let him work me over with his lips, tongue, and fingers for a long moment, then lowered my face to his crotch. And sucked him down again.
Gabe came in my mouth soon after we started. I used my vampiric power to keep him hard, and after about ten more minutes I used my powers to make him come again.
Gabe was one happy camper.
I turned around to face him, impaled myself on his cock and started bouncing and grinding atop him. Normally, Gabe would've gone limp after that first climax. It was easy to keep him hard for the second. After that it got progressively harder. I had to concentrate to keep him up, but it was worth it. I climaxed two minutes later.
After kissing and cuddling for twenty minutes, I made to get out of bed. Gabe panicked, throwing an arm over me.
"Where are you going? You're not leaving, are you?"
Odd. He was usually quite satisfied after a single orgasm. Of course, that was in the hospital and we had to worry about being caught.
"I have to go," I said. "I have things to do, people to call."
"Call them from bed," he said. "I don't want you to go."
"I have to go."
"Give me one more time, then."
"You're insatiable," I said. He kissed me, fondling my butt with one hand and my breasts with the other. It felt so damned good. "Okay, I'll let you have me again, but first I have to go into the living room to make my calls."
"Why?"
"One of them is to Dane," I said.
He scowled at me. "I know. Sorry, but you don't know any more about werewolves, so I have to ask him now. I'm running out of resources and time."
"Why are you looking for werewolves?"
"Just a specific werewolf. He has a talisman, and if I don't get to him fast there will be a war between the vampires and werewolves," I said. "I don't think the mortal population will fare well either. I'm afraid it will get ugly."
I crawled over him and off the bed while he absorbed that information. He looked worried. Gabe didn't frighten easily. But when I started to leave the room with my cell, he urged me back in bed.
"I want to listen," he said. "You can't keep me totally in the dark and out of the action."
So I climbed back into bed and called Dane. Gabe pulled me back to lean against his chest while the phone rang. Dane answered just before voice mail took the call.
"Hello?"
"Dane, it's Sable. Don't hang up," I said, using my most commanding tone. It worked. "I need your help, or bad things will happen to innocent people."
See? I'm not entirely dumb. I knew how to get his attention. He might not want to help me, but he couldn't turn his back on innocent people. He was a good man, you know?
"What innocent people?"
"My family," I said, rather more hotly than I wanted. The thought always rattled me. "Just to begin. If it really turns ugly, maybe hundreds or thousands of innocent civilians."
"I'm listening," Dane said.
Gabe was listening too. He might be squeezing my left boob with one hand, and rolling my right nipple between two fingers of his right, but Gabe was listening intently. He was close enough to hear Dane, too.
"I have to find a werewolf named Fritz. Fast. He's an alpha male," I said. "That's all I know about him. Do you know any alpha werewolves?"
"A couple," he said. Why was he suddenly so wary? "We're not on good terms. They wouldn't help us. No one named Fritz anyway."
Us? Was that an offer to help?
"Do you know anyone that knows the werewolves?"
"Why? Why all this interest in werewolves?" Dane said. "You are a vampire hunter. It's not legal to kill werewolves."