I watched his Adam's apple bounce up and down as he swallowed hard. Then I saw his eyes cloud over with lust and knew that he was going to answer based on his body's needs not his mind's understanding. So be it. That was good enough for me. I could tell he would do whatever I asked of him. With that understanding I bent down and took his manhood into my warm hot mouth.
Ulric’s body tensed and he moaned even louder as I utilized a technique that I know caused his entire body to strum with pleasure. The more my lips moved up and down his shaft the more he cried out words of love and endearment. He was all but promising me the world by the time his seed burst from him and filled my mouth. I had no intention of swallowing so I allowed it to plop from my mouth and was about to use his sheets to wipe it when the bedroom door flew open.
I looked up with his seed still all over my face and realised half the people in the house including the female skinwalker were starting at us. She had the look of a wounded animal in her eyes. If I didn’t known better I would have thought she was very very close to him. His parents were looking at both of us with clear disapproval in their eyes. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling and saying in a cheeky and sarcastic voice
“I have no intention of sharing our lovemaking with the rest of you. Please turn around and provide us with the privacy we deserve as an eternal heart couple so that we can complete what has already been started.”
Then to not only drive my point home but to cause Ulric to go into a jealous fit, I pulled my shirt over my head and exposed my naked breasts. I saw his father’s pupils dilate and to some degree that managed to excite me. Voyeurism was definitely something I enjoyed and the idea of having sex with Ulric in front of all of them totally excited me. The more I thought of it the more I wanted them to stay. I found my dark nipples pulling tight with excitement. I also felt the place between my legs heat and pulse with desire. I smelled my own scent hit me at the same time as I heard Ulric roar in anger.
“Get out! Get out now or I will make you regret it”
Everyone but the female skinwalker took off in less than the time it took me to blink. The fox hesitated for only a moment. It had been just long enough for both Ulric and I to see a tear slip from her eye. Ulric started to pull away from me and I realised he was fighting with himself. I couldn’t afford to have him hesitate so I quickly pulled my panties to the side and slid myself down his shaft.
XXV~~ Ulric's Perspective
Something was very wrong. With each day that passes I become more and more convinced that Taini really still does have her heart but there is just something wrong with it. I feels wrong and my heart doesn't recognize hers at all. In fact nothing about Taini felt right.
Not only was her heart different, her memories also seemed too affected. Our first night together Taini said several times she wanted to drink my blood. When I reminded her it would finalize our commingling she looked at me questionably. I reminded her that her side has been in place since I was an infant. I was shocked that she seemed surprised. In her letter she claimed that was the reason she was doing this in the first place.
Oddly however she declined commingling our essence after we talked about it. When I pushed the issue she claimed it was because her heart was missing and without it the commingling would be incomplete. I wanted to believe her but something deep inside was crying foul and my heart was uncomfortable and felt anxious as well... Something in her words rang untrue and had the smell of deceit.
The two of us had left my mum’s house immediately after our first night together. Taini claimed she was worried about skinwalker attacks staying so close to a tribe. I assured her the Raritan tribe was of no consequence but she refused to back down. Eventually I agreed to just to please her.
It seemed I've been doing that a lot lately. It was odd since in all honesty aside from the physical attraction I really had nothing in common with Taini. I found her to be an eccentric and very self-centered individual. I could only pray that once she got her heart back that she would be a more agreeable person. In the least once our essence commingled and became one, I would be satisfied and content regardless of her personality.
My inner animals however disagreed. They believed she was a nasty selfish person and would never be good enough for us. They whined and moaned every chance they got. They loved to rub in my face what a good person and match Seraphina had been. They would nag at me about her selflessness and her easygoing personality.
Taini huffed again and I knew she was getting ready to demand that we found better accommodations. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell in preparation of begging my family to pull some strings. Taini only liked the best in life. She would want to stay in one of the most upscale expensive hotels there was in Manhattan. She was never going to make do with a Double Tree on the Jersey side of the river.
It was times like these that I found myself agreeing with my inner animals. Taini was a lot of work and I never thought being with my eternal heart would be this hard. As if on cue I heard her shriek and immediately she bolted out of the bathroom.
"This place is filthy Ulric. I can't possibly stay here. Why would we even stay in Jersey at all when we are so close to the city that never sleeps? It’s a chupacabra’s dream Ulric. Make some calls and get us in The St. Regis. I would make the calls but then we might have skinwalkers sniffing at our heels."
I pushed in the number for my mum and pop and slid my finger over the call button. Taini and I were using disposable phones since she insisted the skinwalkers were monitoring our phone calls. Personally I thought she was a little paranoid. The phone started ringing and I patiently waited for my mum or pop to answer the phone.
When Seraphina's soft voice said hello for just a moment my mouth went dry and I lost my voice. I managed to say hello and ask her how she was doing. I swallowed hard and could hear Taini in the background still complaining about the hotel.
"Taini, I'm going into the hallway so I can see about getting us a room at the Regent. I'll be right back."
She yelled back okay and I quickly left the hotel room. I tried to tell myself I only left the room so that I could hear my mum and pop better but the truth was I wanted to talk to Seraphina without Taini listening.
"Ulric, I'm so glad you called. I've been waiting for days. We have news. Can you step away from Taini? We need to be sure that you aren't within earshot."
I looked back at the closed door and decided to walk outside. I heard another phone pick up and suddenly my mum and pop’s voice were also on the phone. I could hear my nan and Pau also trying to talk into the phone. Most likely standing over my parents or Seraphina's shoulder.
"Ulric, are you okay? Has she tried to hurt you?" My mum sounded frantic.
I was confused… Why would they think Taini would hurt me? I was trying to form a response when my pop jumped in and hollered at me
"Say something son, your mum has been worried sick."
Pop, mum, I’m fine. What's got you all so worked up? Everything’s the same here. Taini and I are fine. I just called to see if you could get us a room at the Regent in Manhattan. It's nothing life threatening and I don't believe there are any skinwalkers after us."
"Ulric, you're not with Taini. You’re with a Vaettir who stole Taini’s body. Pau figured it out last week when he went to visit Haiti. He knew something was off se he decided to visit the voodoo priestess that supposedly did the spell. That’s when he realised it. The woman used to go by the name Amada and she's been hopping in and out of human bodies for several years. It was quite a coup for her to snatch a chupacabra body. Taini’s conscious mind and heart could still be out there somewhere... ummm maybe in the human body Amada vacated."
My pop paused and I knew he was trying to find the words. When he just moved on I put two and two together. He was trying to say chances are Taini has already moved onto the next plane. That Amada probably killed her the moment the switch was completed. I heard my pop take a deep breath then finish on a softer almost sad voice<
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"Anyhow we've been dying to get a hold of you since the longer Amada stays in Taini body the harder it will be to get her out and maybe restore Taini."
I never got a chance to say anything to my father. Before I could open my mouth I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck and it was lights out from there.
XXVI~~ Taini’s Perspective
I've been slipping in and out of consciousness. Sometimes I completely forget who I am and where I'm at. My brain is getting foggy and I'm having trouble remembering what's real. What's reality and what's dream. Maybe I was never a chupacabra. Maybe I was just a poor Mexican kid with big dreams.
I might have been a drug addict and I overdosed in this dirty old warehouse. Maybe that's why my soul and mind are trapped in this nasty room. Or maybe I really was chupacabra and maybe I really did have an eternal heart out there that at this moment was being used and abused by the nasty Vaettir that stole my body.
I can't be sure anymore and my heart aches so much that I don't even want to try. I have no perception of time. I can't tell if I've been trapped here for hours or for years. It could be centuries for all I know. Then for just a moment hope filled my entire being. I was positive I felt something. Something good that reminded me of home and family, it brushed against me and welcomed my touch. It was such a wonderful, familiar comforting feeling.
For just a nanosecond I was sure I touched something. Then it was gone, leaving me with nothing but more proof that my mind had taken leave of me. It was time to end this. I knew I could influence the wastrels that came and shot themselves full of drugs in the room where my soul was trapped.
Tonight, I would have them accidentally on purpose set this building on fire. With any luck it would burn to the ground and my soul would be released from this prison I've been stuck in. It no longer mattered if I’d been one of them or the chupacabra in my dreams. The only thing that mattered now was that I found closure and a tiny bit of peace and serenity.
XXVII~~ Ulric’s Perspective
"Why would you be with her? Why Ulric you're a skinwalker! She's the camazotz! Why! Tell me why you would you help her? You should have rejected her! My son died because of her! I should kill you right now. If you weren't her eternal heart I would… I really would… but we need you to draw her out.
You both need to pay for my son dying. You tricked me into thinking that you were helping me when you were helping her. They skinned my son alive and I blame you and her. I am going to catch her and I promise you I will make sure you have to watch us torture and kill her. Then only after I'm sure you can't possibly suffer anymore I will let you die."
He punched me in my nose and I felt it break yet again. So far just today they've broken my nose twice, dislocated my shoulder and I pretty sure my left eye socket is shattered. Not to mention that they've kept me in direct sunlight all day.
I'm not sure how many of them there are. At this point I've been beaten by at least three different skinwalkers. I recognized Chief Óscar from Nevada not only from his words but from his scent and voice as well. I can tell they are other chiefs by their scent too. After each beating they stuff me back into some strange cell. I call it a cell simply because I have no better word for it.
It’s basically a deep hole encased in cement with a sliding ceiling. When they open the top it allows the sun to shine brightly down on me. I imagine it must have been built explicitly to torture chupacabra. The bars are made of titanium and even with my enhanced strength there is no way for me to break out.
I felt him kick me in the back of the head then I was lifted in multiple hands and tossed back into my cage. I landed roughly and was a little surprised when I felt my right fang crack. I pushed it with my tongue and spit it out of my mouth. I took a deep breath and allowed my head to drop into my lap.
I'm coated in sun blisters and I know I'm not healing. I always wondered if I was invincible I'm starting to think that I'm not. I can feel my blood burning me from the inside out and I'm pretty sure if they expose me to more direct sunlight tomorrow I might go up in flames.
In some ways that was good thing. Taini was probably dead, I really messed things up with Seraphina and even if it was Amada in Taini’s body I just wasn't up for watching them terrorize her. I was deep in thought when they suddenly opened my cell and threw a young female human in the cell with me. With my eyes swollen from the beating and the sun I could only smell and hear her heart beating rapidly. Someone yelled to me
"No goats for you. Feed on her or we will force you. Perhaps you will get carried away and become a camazotz like your eternal heart. Either way, we want you alive... for now."
I heard him chuckle and I heard the young female tremble in fear. I wanted to decline but with each beat of her heart I could hear her blood calling to me. I fought the desire for hours. She sat across the cell from me all night whimpering and crying. I tried to tune her out and concentrate on anything but the sound of her heart beating fresh blood through her body. It really shouldn't have been that hard. Hell, the thought of human blood repulsed me.
I preferred animal blood. Goat blood to be specific. Yup true to the myths, chupacabra really did prefer goat blood. I felt the air grew thicker and I knew the sun would be rising soon. I was trying to convince myself that I was better off allowing myself to move from this world to the next. My blood was boiling and I found myself thinking about how good the human smelled. I was so hungry and her blood was calling to my blood. My thoughts were getting fuzzy and somehow I found myself instinctively moving towards her. I heard her gasp in fear as I pulled her it my arms.
I tried to stop myself but something dark and evil took me over. I think that’s why chupacabra and skinwalkers turn. There is something truly evil in all of us. Something that turned our worst nightmare into our biggest desire. I wanted to feed on the woman and I wanted more than anything to drain her dry.
Before now, I'd always fed religiously three times a week to avoid temptation. When I was injured, I immediately fed, I'd never took any chances and I made sure my body always had sufficient blood. Pau had given me a complete and thorough understand of blood lust. It was an instinctive reflex to our endangered life. Pau said it wasn't evil in itself, but it did lack a conscience. Blood lust could and would force me to do things that I would not approve of. Once done, I would be full of guilt. Guilt that could turn me into a camazotz. He warned me, to never drink from a human if I could, but more importantly never allow myself to slip into blood lust.
I didn't want to… but I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. In the back of my mind I knew with only one fang the poor human was going to suffer needlessly. I even recall thinking I would just take a small sip of her. Just enough to take the edge off. Then I ripped into her neck and drank every drop of blood that her body held within it.
XXVIII~~ Chief Óscar Perspective
I was angry and wanted retribution for my son’s death. When I got the call from the Manhattan chief, I was shocked. Then he told me he'd captured the camazotz eternal heart. That however, was nothing compared to the shock I felt when I arrived and found Ulric.
My shock quickly turned to anger and disgust. Ulric had been their when we'd found my sons broken and skinless body. He’s held me in his arms and allowed me to spill my grief. He'd lifted me in his arms and carried me home. Finding out that he was the camazotz eternal heart was a slap in the face. How could he have stared me in the eyes and lied to me. How could he sully my son’s funeral with his complete and utter lies? He was the bitch’s eternal heart. He had to have known where she was. He was as much at fault as the kidnappers for my son’s death.
I continued to yell obscenities at him the entire time I punched and kicked him. I would have beaten him to death had the chief from New Jersey not stopped me. They had plans that required Ulric to be alive for. They promised me that once they had the camazotz, Ulric was all mine.
I intended to make him pay for my son’s life. I would skin Taini in front of him. Then I would heal her wit
h blood and repeat the process for days on end. Only after I grew tired of seeing her suffer would I allow her to die. Then, I might just repeat the process on Ulric until I no longer ached for my son. Until my eternal heart no longer cried for our son on a nightly basis. I might just skin the bastard alive every night until I died. Then, I would allow him to find his own death in cell just like this one in the center of the Nevada desert.
We grabbed his almost unconscious body off the floor and threw him back in the cell. I flicked the switch and closed the top since I couldn't afford him to accidentally die from his injuries. Joe from Jersey said they secured a homeless female and would toss her in so the Ulric could feed and heal his injuries.
I smiled and clapped my hands together in excitement. I loved the idea of him healing so I could repeat the process tomorrow. With any luck Taini would turn herself in. We were dangling the idea in front of her that he would go free. I had to laugh at that idea. He was going to die just like she was.
I pulled the dirty human off the floor and threw her in. I made sure she had several small wounds on her body so that she dropped just enough blood to drive his chupacabra side nuts. I expected him to grab her and feed the moment she entered the cell. With any luck he too would turn into a camazotz. As a camazotz it was legal for us to torture and kill him. As a nagual the legalities were a bit cloudy.
During the night however, I had several nightmares and my son had come to me. He reminded me that I was a good man, and that this kind of behavior was beneath me. He begged me to go home to my wife and forget about torture and evil things. He shamed me into rethinking all of it. He even called me bad because I threw a poor defenseless human in with a sick nagual that would probably fall into blood lust and kill her.
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