William's Tale

by Regina Morris

  Wait a minute. Compel? She did not like the sound of that. “Did you ever compel me?”

  He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I compelled you in the line of duty, to make sure I could bring you to this house. I then compelled the guards to let us in without any complications.”

  Of course. Now it all made sense. The time–lapse she experienced and the ease in which they walked through the most protected home in America now made sense. She could see why a sworn and devoted team of vampires would be useful to protect the President. If a vampire wanted to gain access, would anyone be able to stop them?

  She looked over to William. He sat upright, not allowing his back to touch the back of the couch. He seemed uncomfortable.

  “You were shot in the back,” she said.

  “My shoulder. I’m healed now. Just one of the perks of being turned.”

  “When were you…”

  “The 1960s.”

  Holy crap! He was nearly her father’s age. “Who turned you?”

  “Another COLONY agent, not Raymond or Sulie.”

  “And they had been turned.”

  He shook his head. “No. Raymond and his sister Sulie were born vampires. We can have our own babies.”

  Born? Not turned? It was so much to wrap her mind around. One thing was certain, though, William had died at some point to be turned. “How did you die?” she asked with a softened tone in her voice.

  “I rode a bus to Alabama; me and many others did it to protest racial inequality. A riot broke out, as they often did back in the day. Before I knew it, I had taken a bad blow to the head.” His hand reached up and touched the back of his skull. “One of my team members, Ben, turned me.”

  A gasp left her throat. A Freedom Rider. My God. She had read about them in her history text books. Her father had told her stories. William had lived through all of that. It wasn't natural that he'd be her, this young, next to her.

  William lifted his hands and slowly stood. She flinched and scooted farther away on the couch.

  “If you don’t mind,” he began, “I’d like to change into a clean shirt. The director keeps clean clothes in his office.”

  Never taking her eyes off him, she allowed him to cross the room to the locked desk. Using a key, she saw him take out a white T–shirt from the top drawer. He lifted his blood soaked costume from his chest, revealing a soiled white T–shirt that was stained nearly black. The costume barely hung by a thread on his muscular form, and the white T–shirt had a big hole in the back, so he tore it from his body.

  And what an amazing body it was. Like he had been chisled out of marble.

  She stood and walked over to him, touching him gently on his sticky back. Her hand traveled gracefully down his muscular body, her fingers dancing across his powerful, well muscled body. He turned towards her, and now her hand gently caressed his chest. She felt his muscles grow tense under her fingertips.

  He felt human.

  “Could you have died tonight?” she asked.

  His square jaw tensed visibly. “It’s always a possibility. We’re immortal, but only as long as we have human blood circulating in our bodies.”

  He looked powerful, his stained chest broad and muscular with no scars or wounds. “Why did the sniper attack the White House?”

  “Raymond will get the entire story, but the sniper mentioned something about the bill the President is to sign. I put your petition allowing the funding to be granted once again to inner city schools into that bill. He was one of the protesters outside but decided to use deadly force to get his point across by killing the President — that is, until he saw a black person at the window. He thought it was more in line with the point he was trying to make.”

  Jackie grimaced at the thought. William could have died, and the only reason he came to the White House was because of their date. He had stood at that window because she was the one who was looking out of it. “He wanted to kill you.”

  William gazed into her eyes. “No. The red tracking laser was on your temple.”

  Chapter Twenty–Four

  Jackie’s heart sank. “Red laser?”

  He touched her head where evidently he had seen the tracker. “There was only a chance that I would die, but you would have died instantly. I couldn’t let that happen.”

  Her mind raced. A red dot had targeted her. She would have been dead. Not William, but her. Her knees gave way, and William caught her as she sank towards the floor. He placed her gently on the couch, but one thing repeatedly came to her mind. She would be dead.

  Dead — if it weren’t for William.

  The air seemed to have left the room, for she couldn’t breathe. She felt tears trickle down her cheeks as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Try to relax, Jackie.” William used the soft t–shirt in his hand to brush the tears from her cheeks.

  His hands felt cold to her, but she didn’t care. She reached for him, needing to have him hold her. She noticed she was trembling.

  “You’re fine. I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.” He gently held her hand up to his lips and kissed her palm. “You’re fine.”

  She stared at her savior, grateful for what he had done. When he smiled back at her, she realized it wasn’t gratitude she now felt. It was as though she now understood how the Grinch’s heart had grown three sizes in just a moment in that children’s cartoon, for certainly hers had grown tenfold for William and what he had done to save her.

  He was a good man, and the start of feelings she had for him had nothing to do with reason. He was a strong and brave man, uh, vampire. He wanted the same things in life she wanted. In every way, the two of them matched.

  Suddenly, she felt choked up, and she knew she was willing to explore a relationship where she could open herself to someone completely. For all she knew, he could very well be The One for her. Only time would tell.

  She saw the concern in his eyes, felt the tenderness of his touch, and saw his lean hips and firm build as he sat next to her on the couch. She bit her lower lip, taking in how gorgeous he was. Knowing what was in her heart, there was only one thing to do.

  “William,” she said in a softened tone. “Catch me.”

  His hands went out. “You’re already lying down.”

  Tears were in her eyes. “No. I’m going to take a leap for love, and I need you to catch me.”

  *******

  Jackie’s beautiful features held a certain sensuality as she gazed into his eyes. William leaned in and lightly brushed a curl of her hair back from her forehead, just at the spot where he nearly lost her. He nervously licked his parched lips and gently kissed her.

  Her hands captured the nape of his neck, her fingers tugging at his short military haircut as she kissed him back. The kiss started slow and thoughtful, but soon became fueled by desire. She moaned as he applied more pressure.

  William took a quick glimpse at the camera. The red light was off, allowing them privacy. With the door still locked, he knew no one would come in.

  Wrapping his arms around her midriff, he moved his body atop hers, easing her farther back onto the plush couch. His fingers found the row of buttons on her costume and quickly undid the first few, allowing a sexy black bra to show. He eased the lacy cup of the garment aside, revealing a taut perky nipple.

  He noted that she arched her back as his tongue teased her hardened flesh. Tugging at the costume, he exposed the second beautiful mound and gave it equal time.

  His fangs extended, but he resisted the temptation to nibble down her slender waist as he unbuttoned even more of the costume. With the last batch of buttons undone, the opened dress now revealed something a bit odd to him. He expected her underwear to match the bra, or at least be some type of sexy garment. Instead, she wore a somewhat large, full cotton panty.

  Jackie quickly sat up, her hands grabbing the sides of the dress and covering herself up. Her beautiful face, which looked lovely to him all flushed with blood, showed what he guessed was embarra
ssment.

  “Insurance policy,” she said.

  Looking away from the white bloomers, his eyes sought her’s. His eyebrow rose in question. “Insurance policy?”

  Her hands covered her mouth as she let out a gasp, her body going rigid. “Your eyes!” Her eyes widened. “Your eyes are black!”

  Sitting up, he lifted his strong body from hers. “They blacken like this,” he began as he looked away from her, “during heightened emotions.” His swollen manhood pressed against the pants of his costume as he shifted his body from her.

  “Let me see.”

  He hesitated slightly, and made sure to cover his fangs with his lips before looking her straight in the eyes. Her facial expression was more curiosity than fear, which he took as a good sign. After a moment of gazing into her eyes, she said, “They look like ebony pearls.”

  Her response sounded like music to his ears. At least she wasn't screaming. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he asked, “So you don’t mind that I’m different?”

  She let out a sigh and he felt her eyes heavily on him as she pondered his question.

  “There is nothing wrong with being different.” Her hand sought out his thigh and she began to gently stroke his leg. “Cold to the touch and ebony eyes.” She scooted closer to him on the couch. “Do you have fangs?”

  Never before had he felt so bare and exposed in front of a woman, not even when naked and having sex with them. In the past, when he would bite a woman, he would erase what he was from their memory afterwards since it always allowed his relationships to last longer that way. He didn’t want to risk ending whatever he could have with Jackie by scaring her. “I won’t bite you.”

  William checked the sound of her heart. It beat quickly, but he smelled the arousal that pooled between her legs, and doubted the response of her quickened heart was because of fear. Her hand searched farther up his leg, across his inner thigh, and pressed him firmly between his legs. His body stiffened as he let out a moan, showing his fangs.

  Her eyebrows rose with curiosity at the sight of the incisors, but at least she didn’t panic. He suppressed the urge to cover them, and allowed her to examine him. For what seemed like several minutes, she stared into his mouth and seemed excited by her discovery.

  A wry smile crossed her lips. “I’m going to lay down some ground rules,” she announced.

  Ground rules sounded pretty good, especially since her hand still gripped him tightly.

  “I don’t want to be turned into a vampire, so you are not allowed to bite me.”

  “Biting someone doesn’t automatically turn…”

  Her hand raised and she stopped him mid sentence. “No biting — at all.”

  Her hand began rubbing his swollen member, as if that would convince him to agree to whatever she would say.

  “Damn, woman. You just take control, don't you?” He shifted his hips to enjoy more of her. “No biting. I swear.”

  “Next,” she continued as she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I want to go into this fully aware of what you are.”

  “Uh, huh,” he said nodding.

  “You’re going to strip for me.”

  Chapter Twenty–Five

  Jackie released her firm grip on William’s manhood, disappointed to let go of the bulging rod. But as she sat back on the couch, she knew she’d see him in his full glory in just a moment.

  William stood in front of the couch. He balanced himself as he stood, looking as if he'd lose control of his passion at any moment.

  “I’m sorry there’s no music,” he said breathlessly.

  “It’s okay. A good strip tease doesn’t need music.” Her eyes traveled across his already bare chest. “I know you have no body heat, fangs and beautiful, black eyes.” Thinking back to earlier and his jump through the shattered window, she added, “You can also move at fast speeds. Show me the rest ‘cuz I want to know what I’m getting myself into.”

  His hands unbuckled his belt, and he slowly pulled the long leather strap from the black costume pants. He then placed it onto the desk.

  “Don't put that too far away,” Jackie said extending her hand. “It may be useful.”

  He smiled as he fetched the belt and handed it to her. He then placed his hand on the button of the pants. “I’m a mess,” he said, looking down at his bloodstained chest.

  She stared at his chest, this time not at his ripped muscles. Her eyes focused on the dried blood covering him, which was the battle wound he carried from saving her. She felt the onslaught of tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back. She’d wanted to make love to him, and it didn’t matter that he wasn’t shower fresh.

  “I can see you just fine,” she choked out.

  He looked down once again at his soiled body. The darkened stains were mostly on his right shoulder and chest. Jackie suspected the blood bothered him more than it did her.

  “If it bothers you…” she stood from the couch and walked over to him with her half–full bottled water in her hand. Her dress fell open in the front as she crossed the tiny room, revealing her half naked body to him. “I can always rinse you off.”

  She opened the bottle and poured the water slowly across his body, allowing the water to drip down his broad shoulders, down his pecs and to his abs — pooling in his navel. Using the t–shirt he had left on the couch, she sensuously scrubbed him clean as best she could. When she was done with that bottle, she reached down under the desk and fetched another one from the case.

  Before she opened the second bottle, he pulled the bottom drawer of the desk open and grabbed a gym bag. Inside, he found a couple of towels. “The director likes to work out,” he explained as he handed the bigger towel to her and used the smaller one to stand on so no water dripped to the floor.

  Jackie began pouring the second bottle over him and her arousal grew as she watched water drip off his taut muscles. She pressed her legs tightly together as she felt every nerve ending between her legs, unsure which was hotter — the man’s incredible body, or the fact he didn’t want to mess up the floor. She suspected that if any mess did occur, he would clean up after himself. He probably knew his way around a mop too, or at least a vacuum cleaner. It didn’t make sense that she’d be attracted to a man who could do housework, but Lordy, it pushed all of her buttons.

  As she worked her hands and the towel over his abs, he put his hands on her gold costume. “I’m also stronger than a human.” With that, he ripped the costume off her shoulders and pulled the remains from her near naked body. “I thought you might want to know that,” he added as he tugged the straps of her lacy bra down. His arm encircled her waist and she felt his fingers struggle with the clasp.

  Holding the towel and bottle in one had, she undid the bra in a quick snap, allowing it to fall to the floor. “Stronger. Stronger is good.” She now put her finger on the button of his costume pants. “Show me again how strong you are.”

  He popped the button of his pants and it flew through the air. He then ripped the zipper down, exposing his throbbing rod, which rose past the waistline of his stretched boxer briefs. She had only gotten a peek, but her heart raced at the sight.

  “I believe the blood may have dripped even lower.” His deepened black eyes glanced over to the towel. “Would you mind cleaning the rest of me?”

  Still enjoying the sight of him poking out from his unzipped pants, she reached for another bottle of water. “I think we’ll need a lot of water to cover you sufficiently.”

  The pants were torn across the legs and he easily ripped them off, much like a stripper. With only his underwear on, she thought he looked better than any Calvin Klein commercial she had ever seen.

  Jackie bit down on her lower lip, the anticipation killing her.

  She bent down low, kneeling on the ground as she washed his thick upper thighs. Less blood had pooled there, and the makeshift sponge bath was nearly done.

  In one quick motion, William ripped the remaining scrap of clothing off his body, leaving
himself completely open and visibly throbbing for Jackie’s touch.

  She had never seen such a beautiful man before. She took her wet hand and grasped him firmly, enjoying the girth and strength she felt.

  His breath hitched as she washed down the shaft of his manhood, making sure he was clean, although no bloodstain was this far south and central. His skin felt velvety smooth under her touch, and she wanted to overpower his passion. Leaning forward, she licked the hood of his shaft and was about to welcome him into her mouth.

  His hand reached for her and stopped her. “No, baby. Not for our first time together.” His voice had deepened, and there was a rushed tone in his voice.

  She had never known a man that didn’t prefer the moment to be all about them, and she found the thought endearing. “You forgot one difference between you and a normal man,” she said as she stood.

  He took in a deep breath. “What’s that?”

  “You’re more handsome than an ordinary man.” Her eyes traveled south. “You’re also,” she paused to lick her lips, “much larger.”

  Her need to feel him inside of her intensified. She no longer cared that she wore granny panties and had not shaved her legs. She wanted him. Right here, right now. Her hands slipped the bloomers off her body just before he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the couch.

  Chapter Twenty–Six

  He lay down with her on the couch, her bare ebony skin slightly lighter than his own. Her long willowy legs had parted, so he placed one across the back of the couch and the other on the floor as he made room for himself on the plush piece of furniture. Unable to contain himself any longer, and smelling her pooled arousal, he lay on top of her and slowly entered her. Her moist folds eagerly accepted him, and a soft moan escaped her lips as he seated himself deeply within her. He felt her muscles grip tightly as he stretched her out.

  Humans tended to be physically weaker than vampires, but her firm body matched his rhythm as he pressed himself into her all the way to his hilt.