Chapter 26
I was hungry when I woke. A hunger I had never felt before. I sensed the sun slipping away and night drawing nearer. From the elders memories I knew my power would be at its strongest in only a few short hours.
Ty curled his body around me. His heart clamored temptingly in my ear. Moving to his neck, I sniffed his skin. His blood was warm and strong and I could almost taste it in my mouth. I licked my lips as the pulse beckoned, drawing me closer. Just two days ago the thought of blood would have sickened me. Now an overwhelming urge beckoned me to partake.
"I can feel your hunger," he whispered. "You may feed on me."
The words sent a chill through my body as I moved closer. I couldn’t control myself, something snapped. I wanted the sweet taste of his blood and energy. Licking his neck, I sent my power surging through him. He arched his back as I entered his mind, touching him, sending pleasure through us both. My hand moved to his groin, feeling him hard and long in my hands. I bit into his flesh, breaking the skin. Blood seeped into my mouth as our minds rolled in the power. Touching his nerves with energy, he thrust his hips into the air in response. Pushing his hard shaft into my hand repeatedly, I swallowed his power. He tightened under my touch and with a burst--he swayed as the orgasm moved his body. Moving the lightning energy through his body again, I caused him to grow hard within my hand. I felt the ability to control his pleasure as I drank from him, feeding my hunger. His blood tasted metallic and sweet, filling me with power as I pressed my hips against him. I came in a burst of satisfaction, releasing his neck, falling back in an explosion of ecstasy. His breathing was ragged, as he lay covered in his own semen. I had the ability to give a man pleasure with my mind and with our powers entwined; we could pleasure each other. It was like a drug as we both shuddered from the after effects.
What did I do to myself? What had I become? I felt shame and fear rushing through me at the power I now wielded wantonly. I read his desire, his thoughts easily as he wanted me to take more blood from him but I knew it would be too much blood loss. I felt his longing to be inside me. The thought made me shiver as I moved away from him. I closed my eyes, slowing my rapid heartbeat and pushing my power within, forcing myself to sleep and heal.
I woke as the sun’s last rays faded behind the trees and the night sky took over. Rolling over, I tossed my hands where Ty had been earlier. He was gone. My hand reached across the now empty bed, seeking his body but it wasn’t there. The room was empty like what I felt inside with him not around. I sat up, pushing my legs over the side of the bed. A flashback of the creature tearing my skin caused me to fall back, crying out in pain. The terror of the beast crashed all around me and I stood shaking in a cold sweat. How did I survive those wounds? I lifted my leg, no wound, nothing. I was healed. I felt great other than a splitting headache and some chills. I wanted to be close to Ty. I sent my power searching for the relief of having him near me. He was nowhere to be found.
I stood and walked to the velvet chair by the bed. It had been moved in front of the bed and in the chair lay clothes and the two Berettas. Folded neatly in the chair was a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt along with my boots and leg straps. One leather strap had been torn but the ammo sat beside the torn leather. I dressed hastily, watching the door, waiting for someone to come in. Tying my boots, I laced the leather straps securely to my legs. I tied the broken strap to the belt loop in my jeans. I could still use the ammo.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror over the dresser. My hair was dangling in curls around my face but the cuts and bruises were gone. My neck showed no visible signs of the attack. The only remnant that remained was a slight aching beneath the surface of my unmarred skin. I ripped a leather strap from the broken leg harness and pulled my long hair back to the nape of my neck. I fixed it securely in a ponytail, falling well below the middle of my back. At least it would be out of my way.
The door opened and I swung around, nearly shooting Ty in the head. He held his hands up. "Whoa, I give up." He flashed a wickedly handsome smile as he strutted to me.
He had jeans and a t-shirt on and his hips swayed seductively pulling my mind back to what had occurred between us earlier. I could feel the heat wash over me as I looked from his body to the darkened sky through the window. I felt comfort in his presence and the pain diminished immediately. He stopped, staring at me, his gaze sweeping from my face to my toes. His body tightened and hardened, giving his thoughts and desires away. I had to figure out a way to stop peering into his mind because when I saw his thoughts, my body reacted almost embarrassingly.
Siön Baptiste had once told me he could read minds. I couldn’t help but wonder if a part of him had passed to me when I drank his blood. I would have to remember to ask Sevastian.
A hand on my arm brought me back to reality. Ty was standing in front of me looking down, his face worried. A tingling vibration ran through his fingers, sliding across my skin. I pulled back, feeling his power crawl over me. His hair was wet and falling down around his face. I moved my hand up and wiped the strands from his eyes. His eyes widened as my touch brought a gasp from his mouth. His lips were full and sensuous. I moved my gaze to his neck where I had fed from him earlier and the bite mark was already beginning to heal. His neck was a bulging mass of muscles and the t-shirt he wore emphasized his flawless chest. He was utterly masculine in every breath he took and every move he made.
He broke the silence first. "They are coming for you?" It was a question.
In the distance, I could feel Sevastian coming. "Yes, they are coming."
He smiled and when his lips parted, I couldn’t help but watch his tongue as he spoke. The soft flexible part of him that pleasured me. I took a sharp breath in while he talked.
"Your friend is alive. You will find him in the basement. The keys are on the dresser."
He paused, running his knuckles down my face, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He moved his finger in circles over my lips. His eyes were dark with desire as he moved his hand down to my chin, pulling my lips to his. He stopped only an inch away while his free arm pressed my hips into his erect manhood. "I will meet up with you again, Samantha Houston. And when I come for you, be ready for me. We will drift or we will both die."
I didn’t have time to say anything and his mouth covered mine, kissing me softly. Ty’s power crashed over me, his attraction burning like a brush fire streaking rapidly through the forest. I could taste him--smell the masculinity of his skin. My mind told me to pull away and end this now before something bad happened, but my body pushed into his long lean frame. He held me, kissing me softly and then loosened his hold, staring down at me full of longing.
I knew what drifting meant. We had to join our bodies and minds. I peered into his thoughts and knew this would bind us together for eternity. Before I had a chance to argue, he turned and walked from the room. He was gone and with him the power that made my heart beat, my body ache, and my skin crawl. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me. I needed his touch so much I could still feel his presence. It was his blood, the lycanthrope infection, coursing through me that caused our connection. Equally as strong was my desire for Siön Baptiste and I knew deep down neither man would relinquish their hold on me anytime soon. I knew if either man perished, it would be the end of me, but how could I give up so much in such a short time.
I had to research and find out how to rid myself of this dilemma. I could feel both monsters within fighting for supremacy over my mind and body. I was at war with myself in every way.
The keys were on the dresser. I put them in the pocket of my jeans and shoved the two Berettas into the waistband. I was getting the hell out of here and Siön Baptiste was coming with me.
Chapter 27
I tiptoed to the door, leaning my head against the hard wood. Samantha, you can do this. After facing the werewolves last night, I knew I could face them again. A war was starting and my war was with anyone who got in the way of me escaping. I would take no prisoners
. With my left hand, I grabbed the door handle and my right hand held a Beretta. I had been down this hall last night. Now I sensed my freedom and it steered me cautiously forward despite my fear.
I didn’t bang into furniture, not tonight, I could see better in the dark than last night. I could sense the floor, walls and furniture as if I was one with everything. I jumped as shots rang through the air. The shots came from outside the house and seemed to move in my direction. Stopping, I flattened against the wall. An evil power floated down the hallway from the dark. A massive shadow moved menacingly along the wall. Inhuman glowing eyes peered through the darkness, pinning me with fear where I stood. I could sense the wickedness in the beast. A werewolf larger than Ty began sprinting towards me. It tossed furniture, sending fragments crashing around as its large frame barely fit in the corridor. I crouched low to the ground, facing it head on. I snatched the second Beretta with my left hand and aimed both weapons at the beast coming at me. A rain of fire fell upon the creature and it disintegrated before I got a shot off. Standing behind the now screaming burning flesh was Trevor. He looked like an angel as he held the flame-thrower, eyes glowing angrily.
I tried to run to him but the fear of the creature still burning in front of me kept me frozen in place.
It wasn’t until his voice penetrated the crackling of flesh that I snapped out of my trance. "Samantha? Sam, come home." Before he could finish, I was sprinting full speed, wrapping my arms and legs around him.
He pried my hands from his neck, placing me next to him. "God, Sam, I thought you were dead." He hugged me again, stealing my breath away as he crushed me to his chest.
I held the guns looking suspiciously around the corner as another man stepped out from the shadows. I aimed the gun at him as Trevor held me in his arms. Still aiming the gun at the man I released my hold on Trevor as he backed up, letting me fall to the ground, facing the man.
Amusement flashed across the man's face and then laughter. "Has it been that long, Samantha, that you do not recognize me?" The voice was familiar but the shadows and light hid his face from mine. I sent my power rushing towards him, searching for his identity. Both Trevor and the man retreated a few steps as the power flooded the tight space, making it hard to breathe.
"Shit, Sam, what was that?" Trevor gasped, his breathing rapid.
"Samantha, we must go, no time for a happy reunion." He walked towards me, moonlight from the hole in the house hitting his face.
"Sevastian," I whispered. Tears were running down my face as I fell to the ground, withdrawing my power. Both men stood over me as I wept. Everything that had happened over the last few evenings and now the sight of this man brought a torrent of tears. I sobbed as I crawled to him, leaning my head against his legs. He knelt before me, covering his arms around me. I felt silly crying. I didn’t want to cry but every soothing word he uttered sent a new wave of tears from me. I was suddenly so tired.
He gently pulled my chin to meet his emerald green gaze. "We must go. We are not safe yet. My vampires are outnumbered tonight, my dear." With one smooth motion, he lifted me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. He whispered something in French, reminding me of something or someone.
We started down the hall, away from the window and the nightmare from last night. He quickly descended a set of steps lit by candles. I had never seen past the hallway or bedroom. Trevor walked in front of us, flame-thrower bursting with fire around every corner. He looked so sure of himself. I could sense his great vampire power filling the air around us. I held onto the guns as I leaned my head against Sevastian.
The familiar scent of leather and lilacs soothed my nerves, but also reminded of Siön Baptiste. "Wait." Both men stopped. I looked up at Sevastian, his eyes sparkling in the dim candlelit room. "Siön Baptiste is in the basement. I have a key."
His eyes widened as if he saw a ghost. "Can you walk?" he asked.
I nodded and he set me down, steadying me with his arm around my waist. I placed the Berettas in the waist of my jeans and grabbed the keys from my pocket. We could hear screams and howls from outside as shots hit their target.
Sevastian looked past me to the darkness. "Shadow, retrieve my brother."
I peered into the darkness, my eyes still blurred from tears. A man appeared from the wall. He was as black as the shadows. His name fit him well.
"Yes, master." He had a thick accent, barely understandable.
They spoke quietly and then the man stalked towards me, taking the keys from my hands, disappearing into the shadows. His eyes were silver and his black hair was well past his waist, tied in a braid behind his head. He was completely naked but I would not have noticed except the power that surrounded the man was bright like the sun. Yet he was barely visible in the dark.
I followed him and as I stepped past Sevastian, he took my hand. "I’m going with him."
"No, we will not lose you again." Sevastian’s voice encircled me with a calming warmth.
What does he mean by we?
"Can you walk?" Sevastian asked, caressing the pulse in my wrist.
"Yes, let’s go." Pointing my guns ahead into the dark corridor.
I stood next to Trevor. His honey brown eyes watched me carefully. He wore leather pants with a leather vest and jacket. He seemed so much stronger. My eyes quickly adjusted as we entered a second hallway. I saw the creature before they could react, sending a substantial number of bullets into the werewolf’s deformed face. It fell, screeching and clawing at its head. As Trevor walked past he fired the flames at the monster. We carefully walked by the scorched creature. The hallway ended as we reached a door. Sevastian strolled ahead opening the door. It led directly outside into the very same yard I had run through last night.
There was a black van parked in the middle of the yard, vampires draped around the van, shooting into the woods. Trevor grabbed my hand and started running. We reached the van and jumped in. Turning to face the werewolves heading directly towards us, we all fired into the night. The van took off as vampires stayed shooting into the mass of fangs and fur flying at them.
We were thrown around as the van sped down the road. I was tossed into Sevastian and he captured me tightly in his arms. Trevor and Sevastian exchanged glances and something unsaid passed between them. Trevor climbed to the front of the van as Sevastian wrapped me in his heat.
"You have been through an ordeal, my sweet. We were worried we might never see you or my brother again." He whispered, kissing my forehead gently.
I didn’t care what was going on. I was happy we were leaving. I prayed for Siön Baptiste’s rescue, hoping against all odds that the strange Shadow would save him. I let go of my power, letting it flow through the van and back to the house. I was searching for Siön Baptiste. I saw a dark room with a shadow moving along the wall. He held Siön Baptiste in his arms as he crawled into the dark disappearing into the woods. Siön Baptiste’s eyes opened, looking up at the sky. His face was bloody, jaw distorted from torture. However, his eyes were still that perfect shade of green. He saw me looking at him and for a moment his power surrounded mine, pulling me towards him. He was hungry. He needed to feed soon or he would die. Shadow shoved his power against mine, sending me back to the van.
Sevastian looked down at me, his eyes wide. He shook his head. "Samantha? What was that?" He looked at Trevor who had crawled into the back of the van.
Trevor glared at Sevastian and then at me. "What was that? I could feel a warm sensation over my whole body."
They both seemed confused. Their breathing was erratic as if they had been running a marathon. I remembered the effect of my power over Ty and how easily it had caused him such sexual pleasure. I peered curiously at the men wondering if it had the same effect. I smiled at the thought and quickly pushed the desire to find out deep within me.
"Siön Baptiste is safe but he needs to feed," I said.
"We know," Sevastian whispered. "We will be safe in two hours time. Sleep now, you will need your strength." He slid h
is hand down my face and the weariness overwhelmed me. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. He pulled my head into his chest and the scent of him encircled me. I felt safer than I had in a long time.
Chapter 28
I woke to Sevastian rubbing my hand. The van was still moving down the road, but I could feel it slowing as we entered New Orleans parkway.
Sevastian glanced over at Trevor. "We only have an hour till dawn, my friend. We must find shelter soon."
I turned to Trevor. He was a vampire. His eyes gave his fear away. Sun would kill him unlike Sevastian and myself who could survive. "My house."
Trevor moved to the front of the van talking to the driver. We drove into my driveway with only fifteen minutes until dawn. Trevor and the driver shot out of the vehicle, never looking back. They headed into my house, drawing all the blinds shut. I could see movement as we walked towards the house. I stopped and watched the sunrise. Sevastian held my arm as he took my guns. I didn’t let go of them the entire trip. He pried them out from each hand, placing them in the holster. The sun rose and I wondered if Siön Baptiste was still alive. The smell of lilacs drifted towards me. Sevastian released his grip of my arms and I headed to my back yard. The sky was orange, pink and blue as the sun slowly came to life. I walked quietly towards the cemetery. My father never let me play in the cemetery. He never let me come back to walk amongst the lilacs and weeping willows. "Too dangerous," he scolded.
I was determined to see what fell beyond my grasp for years. A large stone wall surrounded the cemetery and the gate was chained shut. I leaped over the wall, which stood over ten feet in height. I was getting use to my superhuman powers. They seemed so natural. I landed and a second thud soon followed. Sevastian followed me in silence. The long path seemed familiar. The trail led through a gate into a garden. A wall surrounded the garden, with lilacs reaching over the top into the sky. A fountain in the middle of the garden brought the dreams I had to life. Sevastian walked beside me looking at what was before us. I stared up at his face.
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