by Kiahana
Brian bolted for the door, running with all his might. Parker just rolled his eyes, disappeared, then came back seconds later walking at human speed with Brian dangling from his arm.
“Please don't let him remove my memory, Piper! They let you know, there must be some sort of lenience on who gets to know and who doesn't.”
That was true.
“Well I'm sleeping with one, so that might give me the one up. And with Francis I had him do a bl...well, Francis promised Parker he wouldn't mess with me.”
It didn't seem smart to let Brian know about blood oaths, so I modified it.
“You and Parker? Why didn't you just tell me you were seeing someone instead of saying you weren't emotional available.”
Parker dropped him in a chair then came around and sat me on his lap, barely jostling me.
“Well we weren't exactly seeing other, then some shit went down, but now we're together.”
I looked back at Parker for assurance.
“Together. Forever.”
I couldn't stop the goose-bumps that popped up all over my skin just as I smiled wider than I thought possible.
“So, tell me Parker. What do I have to do to be able to keep my memories. I have a very short list of things I wouldn't do, so name it. Please.” He was gaining some of his courage back though I'm not sure what good it will do him now.
Parker nipped at my ear then whispered so Brian couldn't hear.
“Francis wants to make a funny, so play along as long as you can.”
Great. I could only imagine what he was going to do, let alone how long I could keep a straight face. They weren't going to hurt him so I kissed Parker’s cheek then looked back at Brian.
“Do you want to sleep with me?” Parker's question to Brian made my eyes pop, though I was able to conceal my reaction. “No?” Brian looked like he was going to pass out. “Then it's to a small village we go! You'll have to burn it to the ground and rape all the women, then you'll be able to keep your memories and all will be well.”
“Ha, ha.” Brian didn't believe him.
“Don't like those choices then? What about giving me all your assets, including your closest family members?”
Was he just stalling until Francis got here? I didn't get the point in this.
He scrunched up his face but seemed to be contemplating on what he could give him.
“You're running out of options here, mate.” Parker lazily played with my hair, not caring at all about Brian's answers. “Let's hope Francis ate before coming here.”
Again with the empty threats, but Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
“Can I see them?”
Parker shrugged and let his fangs shift out of his gums. I reached out and slid my finger along one of them making Brian gasp. I loved the feel of them, and since I knew how good they felt inside me, my body started to respond and Parker sensed it immediately.
Francis came around the corner into my office wearing a long black cape with his hair slicked back and carrying what looked to be an unconscious bleeding woman, though I knew it was Sam. He was probably going for Dracula but he just reminded me of the vampire off sesame street.
Fangs extended, he cast a tired glare at Brian who bolted out of his chair and around the desk to stand behind mine.
“You interrupted my meal, human.”
My lips twitched. I contorted my features before turning back to look at Brian. Parker stood, cradling me in his arms. Francis threw Sam over his shoulder then flashed to Brian, grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him out of my office, Parker following him.
He went to the stairwell and climbed to the very top, all at human speed as if to prolong Brian's fear.
When we reached the roof I almost told them to knock it off since I'm pretty sure he was about to pee his pants, especially when Francis walked to the ledge and jumped to balance on the metal gate surrounding the ledge for safety.
Though he'd left Brian on the ground, he still started to scream when Francis dangled Sam over the twenty story building with one hand.
“This meal has been ruined and shall be replaced by youuuu!”
“No! No. Please don't drop her. I'm sorry! I just wanted to know what happened to me.”
Francis waited until Brian looked back at him then dropped her over the edge without a care before floating back down to stand next to Brian who looked to me for support.
“You let them do that? Throw an innocent woman over the edge to her death?” His eyes brimmed with tears when I merely shrugged, Sam silently sneaking up behind him.
When she tapped on his shoulder and he turned to see her smiling face he threw his arms around her, grasping her over and over before realizing she was alive and it must have been a trick.
“I thought they were going to kill you because of me. I'm so glad that you're alive.” He hugged her once more and she didn't seem to mind.
In fact, she mouthed 'he's hot' to me while pressing her boobs harder against his chest, then pulled his face to hers and open mouthed kissed him, startling him even more.
“Thank you for begging for my life even though I'm already dead. It was nice all the same.”
She squished her lips to his once more then laughed and went around to high five Francis.
“Nice acting, Francis. I'm pretty sure I was the best though.”
“That was all an act?” Brian didn't look amused. “What the hell?” Again he looked to me for answers that I didn't have.
“Sorry. Francis likes to be dramatic.” I rolled my eyes when he started bowing as if to a clapping audience.
“Alright, fun's over. What seems to be the problem miss?”
Now Francis put his thumbs through his pant belt and pretended to be a…cowboy sheriff?
“Nothing. Brian just sat on his phone or something and recorded some of what happened last night. He came to me with questions, like I did to you guys, and I explained everything to him to keep him calm until Parker showed back up.”
“Ah. So it's my brother’s fault this time, huh? Never should've left her alone. Really, what were you thinking?”
Parker scowled, clearly not used to being the one to blame. I'm not sure if there was anyone to blame in this situation.
“I was...shopping,” he growled to his brother then changed the subject quickly. “Let's just wipe his mind and get out of here. I know Piper's looking forward to going out tonight, even if she is a bit scared.”
He silenced me with a kiss before I could tell him I wasn't. It would've been a lie since I was nervous, but not scared per say.
“Please don't wipe my mind.”
“Ok.” Francis shrugged and started walking back to the stairwell, fazing Brian.
“Ok?”
We all stared at him, waiting for him to say gotcha or something since he hated Brian the most.
“Piper doesn't want it to happen,” he explained before leveling a deadly glare in Brian’s direction. “And he knows I'll kill him after slowly torturing him, making him watch every member of his family die before I finally let him go with the kiss of death.” Brian gulped then nodded in understanding. “Oh, one more thing.” Francis strode back up to Brian and stopped only a foot away, towering over him to intimidate him more. “If you so much as look at Piper in a sexual way I will detach your dangleys with my bare hands. Got it?”
Wow. That was kind of intense.
“Got it. Promise. I swear to not tell anyone and to not have feelings for Piper.”
Francis turned to face me and Parker, who looked annoyed, whereas I was just happy to have someone else know about these wonderful beings, albeit a little eccentric.
“My work here is done.” He extended his hand out to Sam who took it while acting a taken with him. “We'll meet you back at the fort.”
With one arm wrapped around Sam's waist and one hand shot straight up in the air with a fist, he began slowly floating in the air.
“To infinity…and beyond!”
They
shot up and out, disappearing almost immediately after cloaking themselves.
I couldn't help but laugh. They acted like children but had fun all the same.
Instead of walking, Parker grabbed onto both of us and seconds later we were back on my work floor. Brian looked ready to throw up but held his ground, probably not wanting to seem any weaker than he already did.
“You're lucky that Piper considers you a friend and that my brother has such a good sense of humor. If you think he was joking about his threat, you won't live long to regret it.”
“I understand. Perfectly.”
Parker nodded then turned and retrieved my purse before hitting the elevator button.
“So….you're going out tonight?”
“Yeah but it's sort of a girls night, I think.” I looked up at Parker who pretended like he wasn't listening to us. “But if we go out again, I'll let you know.”
He nodded in understanding then got in the elevator once the doors opened.
“Thank you, again. Maybe next time I can get some questions answered. Call me if you need anything.” He was cut off when the doors slid shut.
“Wanker.” Parker closed his lips and looked down at me with a grin, seeming to have said the words out loud by mistake.
“Sorry about that.”
“Not a problem. Let's head home.”
We flew down the stairs and beat Brian who was walking out of the elevator just as we exited the building.
“Can we stop by my place first? I need to get actual going out clothes.”
His smile was suspicious and he didn't explain.
“Got your clothes and some other belongings at my place for you, in preparation for tonight. But if there's something specific that you don't think I would've grabbed, then yes. Oh, and I fed Princess too.”
He winked as we started around a corner into an alley.
“That reminds me.” I turned to face him, wanting to see his face. “Do you have anything to do with the fact that Princess died and then came back to life a few times?”
His lips twitched, making me grin, waiting for him to answer.
“You were so sad the first time she died. I had your building manager replace her before you got home since he had access to your apartment.” I knew it! “I've had him replace her a good dozen times, though he has no recollection of it.”
I stood on my tip toes and kissed him.
“Jules and I thought she was some sort of super goldfish since she's lived for over a year now. And since she came back to life so many times.” He is so thoughtful, too thoughtful maybe. “You can stop replacing her now. I was only upset the first time she died because of my Grandma. I'm really not attached to the goldfish or anything.”
Parker chuckled.
“I know. I just thought she was good company while you sat and talked to her staring out at the sky.”
“It's really embarrassing that you know so much about me. But since you still seem to like me, even while knowing all my lame quirks and personality traits, I'll let it go that you spied on me all these years.”
“Spied on is kind of a harsh term.” I rolled my eyes and smiled at his defensive tone. “Ready to go?”
“Yes. Can we get some food for me? The human needs to eat, not drink, to stay alive.”
He kissed my forehead then wrapped me tightly against him and took off flying, cloaked so no one could see us in the day light. He hovered above the building, looking down at me with a smile. The cold chill surrounding us wasn’t as bad as it used to be. Or maybe I’m just getting used to it.
“I've got it all taken care of.” He kissed the tip of my nose and I eagerly climbed around him until we were face to face, pressing my lips to his and rotating my hips against his. “We'll be home in no time lover, hold that thought.”
He chuckled when I pulled his face back to mine, ignoring the sting of our clothes flapping against my skin since he was now traveling faster than ever trying to get back to his place.
FIFTEEN
“Those aren't my clothes.”
We'd gotten home about forty minutes ago and gone straight to his bedroom to finish what I'd started in the sky, after he assured me no one else was here.
I cleaned up in the bathroom then came out to look through what he'd brought from my apartment, only to find that none of the girls clothes in his room were mine.
“Yes, they are.”
He looked at me expectantly, as if I was about to catch onto his joke.
“No. I've never seen these before.” I picked up an especially slinky dress, purple with a black belt just beneath the breast line, then looked back at him when I felt the scratchy tag rub against my arm. “Did you buy these clothes?”
“Yes. They're for you. Do you like them? We can throw out whatever you don't like, or what doesn't fit.”
Throw out? He obviously didn't care about money.
“Thank you but you really didn't need to buy all these clothes for me.” There were probably twenty dresses hanging, all with tags still on them, beautiful as can be. “I mean, I don't expect you to buy me things.”
He assured me it was nothing and that he simply wanted me to have things at his place, so I'd feel comfortable. Comfortable and spoiled are two very different things.
Parker made me pasta, delicious Mostacolli with a Caesar salad. Not a bad meal for a late lunch. He watched me eat, or devour, that seemed to be the more appropriate term since the food disappeared faster than I thought possible. Not eating my normal brunch messed with my system.
By five o'clock Francis and Sam reappeared, got ready in less than five minutes and were dressed and looking beautiful almost instantly. They'd look sexy in sweats, so breathtaking was a more suitable word for when they tried.
We talked in the make-shift living room for a bit before Sam got restless and begged us all to go out.
Sam wasn't happy with the dress I'd chosen and helpfully brought me back into her room where she dressed me in a glittery red dress that clung to my neckline with a deep V in the back, exposing a lot of skin and barely covering my ass. She gave me a backless bra that stuck to me and held my breasts up. I felt beautiful in it but it seemed just as ridiculous as the swim suit she'd made me wear.
Parker changed his tie to match my dress and dressed in all black like Francis, who wore a silver tie. He'd looked upset when I first came out sporting a different outfit, but Parker didn't seem to mind at all. Why would Francis care?
Our first stop was a bar in my neck of the woods where I eagerly sipped on a fruity drink until I told them I was ready to leave. It didn’t seem like good manners to sit and drink while they all stared at me. Sam got plenty of attention and kept herself busy, but looked thankful when it was time to go.
We ended up at a club I never knew existed, mostly because it seemed to be a vampire hotspot and humans wouldn't know about it unless they came with one or was a willing donor off the menu.
There were no signs on the outside of the towering, dark brick building indicating what it was or what it was called, but once inside, there was a large red neon sign that read 'ETERNITY' before you walked down a long black hallway, opening up into what seemed like an endless dance floor, all white with lights illuminating the square plates, and only a few lights hanging from the tall ceiling. I could see perfectly well though I'm sure my friends could see even better.
On the wall in the hallway, right before you entered the actual club, was a list of rules we all had to obey.
1-No biting unless willing
2-No fighting inside the premises
3-Tip your waitress
Simple enough.
A room hung above us with glass floors and sides, revealing everything and everyone, including the sexual acts that were being displayed to all the onlookers. It might've been a part of the club scenery since no one seemed surprised, but it seemed like a little much, though it didn't bother me.
Parker kept me close to his side with Sam and Francis protectively standing
in front of and behind us. I felt like a burden to them, nothing more than a nuisance at how weak and vulnerable I was in their normal surroundings.
We grabbed one of the many open black booths since mostly everyone was gyrating on the dance floor with multiple partners to what could only be described as erotic music blaring from all sides of the room.
There were hundreds of people on the dance floor, but only a handful close to our vicinity, making it easier to talk to one another in our almost secluded corner of the club.
Francis grabbed one of the few human's available and brought her closer to the crowd before feeding from her while moving to the music. Sam did the same to one of the hunks that looked more like decoration; shirtless with a grin, almost too happy to be dragged away and fed on.
There were a few Pulpa's here, their red eyes giving them away though no one seemed to have a problem with them. I thought they were in some sort of war but guess I was wrong. And was it my imagination or did they really keep looking in my direction?
“Sorry if it's too loud. We don't need to stay long. Sam will forget all about us soon enough.”
Parker sat next to me, not letting me out of arms reach as if afraid someone would try and take me. A waitress came by and he ordered a few drinks before she disappeared into the crowd to get them.
No matter how hard I tried not to, my gaze would always drift back to the glass room above us every few minutes.
“I'm fine. It's kind of intense in here but it looks fun.” I smiled at him, hoping to reassure him.
“Sam likes to do the extreme. This is definitely not my cup of tea though I do love seeing you dressed up in that sexy little dress.” His breath tickled my neck as he whispered into my ear.
I'm glad he liked it but I wasn't so happy about the attention he received from every woman in this place. They mostly looked me up and down, didn't find me a threat, then boldly made their way toward him before seeming to change their mind at the looks he was giving them, or whatever he was saying under his breath since I caught his lips moving a time or two.
I couldn't blame them. He was incredibly attractive and drew women to him like moths to a flame.