Chapter 23

A tuck of war ensued between the loyal, protective friend and the vicious predator, watching his friend barely breathing on the bed and knowing another one hiding in the darkness outside tore at the deepest recesses of his existence. The lust for killing and need for revenge won and with a growl rumbling deep from his chest, he swept through the window.

Eyes flashing in the moonlight, Jon cocked his head, taking in the rustling of leaves, the flutter of wings as insects went about their nocturnal routines. Small critters trampled on the ground, the swish as the grass brushed against their bodies and the crunch as tiny stones chafed against each other as tiny paws crossed over it, sound sharp in Jon’s ears. The sweet smell of the night brushed his nostrils, all seemed so calm…so right. Lifting himself from the ground he soundlessly moved through the air, his eyes searching, his senses focusing on any hint of the bitch he was hunting down.

The tumbling of a small body of water lured him closer, the refreshing scent of untainted spring water washed over Jon. Closing his eyes for a moment he tilted his head back, marveling at nature’s gift. The soft breeze brushing his hair back turned, growing stronger, gifting him with the scent of sin…pure hateful, evil, sin. Hearing the snap as his fangs lengthened, his body coiled, his ears pricked at any foreign sound.

Fear radiated from his left like shards of energy and he sneered. The violence throbbing inside him only transformed his eyes into tiny neon spotlights, his fangs glinting in the moonlight as saliva coated the hard mechanisms of death.

He felt a hunger…a lingering lust for blood of his own kind…he was going to get it…tonight.

The shadowy figure of the outline of a woman emerged behind a tree.

The bitch doesn’t know I can see through shit, does she?!

The knowledge that he was underestimated in strength only made the hunt so much sweeter and he stirred closer. Excitement coursed through his veins, his thighs bulged as adrenalin swept in gallons through his frame.

Lowering himself down to the earthen floor, he grinned as he saw her heaving back. Fear dripped from her like a dark poison, her hands dug into the bark of the huge tree she was hiding behind.

“Thought I wouldn’t find you? Tsk...tsk…tsk.” his hair flared as he shook his head.

She swung around, her eyes black marbles in the moonlight, her lips pulled back, fangs flashing as she hissed.

She watched in overwhelming fear at the vampire before her, he radiated sex appeal and a dark force she didn’t want to meet. His flashing eyes and god awful long fangs meant serious agony for her and she shivered in fear. Maybe if she begged for his mercy, promising to honor him and be his ally he would show pity on her.

As the thought crossed her mind she fell to her knees, crawling towards the dark shadow of a vampire.

“Please my lord…please show pity on me. I pledge my total devotion to you….please.” Her soft whining whispered in the darkness, her feminine hands grasping his ankles, her face turned as a cheek rested on his boot.

Jon expected to feel a flicker of…of what..pity, sympathy..compassion? David’s drained body hammered into his mind and he snarled…nothing..he felt absolutely fucking..NOTHING.

“Stand up.” The command was void of emotion.

She obeyed instantly, hope flaring.

Her soft hands, touched the lapel of his shirt, tucking gently she swung into his frame. Her hands came up, skimming the soft fuss at the base of his neck, her lips touching the exposed skin on his chest.

Jon stood motionless, her sexual fragrance stung his nose, arising a slight sexual awareness in him.

As her tongue traced the fur on his chest, he tilted his head back, the moon shining on his handsome face.

Long, gentle fingers, popped the buttons, showing inches more flesh to the moon. As her mouth closed around a nipple, he shuddered.

Lust? He wasn’t so sure of…excitement..yes. His head whipped back, his eyes trained on the woman feasting on his pecs. Devouring his nipples, a slight burn sliver into his flesh and his pupils dilated.

Lust slammed into him as he watched tiny fangs attached to his skin, a pink tongue lapping at the oozing blood.

Her eyelids fluttered open, boring into his shining orbs.

She had felt the lust as it charged through his veins, smelled his arousal.

“Do you want me to please you my lord?”

She swung back, holding his hands, she pulled at him, their bodies connected, elevated for a moment and filtered back to the cold earth, the grass bowed underneath their combined weight.

He felt woozy as if his body and mind were in a sexual stupor…a stupor he couldn’t shake…didn’t want to.

She accommodated his weight on top of her, her hungry hands stripping him of his shirt, her greedy mouth latching on the rivers of blood running down his chest.

His taste was nothing she had ever tasted before. Strength and something so sinister, she couldn’t get herself to stop. It was addicting!

Jon arched into her mouth, her feeding on him was stupefying. Spheres of heat and ecstasy hurdled through every inch of his flesh, seeping into his veins carrying it higher…so high he felt it might ascend from him, floating away through the night.

He lowered his lips, tracing the soft skin on her shoulder, feeling the sharp planes of her collarbone. Her arousal was overwhelming to his nostrils and he felt it flared…wanting to take in a much as he can.

Her face tilted, her eyes burning into his as she smiled.

He was going to accept her as his mate! There were quite a lot of advances belonging to a powerful, handsome vampire like him….all thoughts dissipated as his strong hands ripped the front of her clothing.

Dark pink pebbles puckered in the moonlight and Jon lowered to taste what they had to offer. He felt the throbbing of a vein between her breasts and sunk his fangs deep inside, feeling her hands tangling in his hair as she held him down.Her pleasure knew no bounds as she shared her blood with this dark stranger.

Sweet, tingly blood pumped into his mouth and images of David’s bright eyes and smile painted in his mind and he felt revenge smothering his lust.

Lust and revenge played a deadly game of chest in his core…lust not willing to yield and revenge fighting to win the battle.

David’s face contorted in pain, begging spilled from his mouth..Jon shuddered as he relived the agony his friend had endured the last 24 hours.

Detaching himself from her skin he grabbed her head in his clawed hands, feeling his nails cutting into smooth skin, the light in his eyes flickered precariously.

“My lord?” his body was unyielding against hers, his hands cruel as it bear down on her skull.

She knew her time had come, this vampire was violent, unpredictable…unforgiving.

“Now I’ll claim back what you have taken so freely from my friend. I won’t tolerate anyone fucking with my friends…pity you have to learn the hard way.”  The voice was low and hateful, the lisp easy to hear.

Her limbs came alive, kicking and screaming, she tried to shift his weight but to no avail.

Her hands contracted into claws, her nails digging into his face, his shoulders…

“Va arde în iad!”  *“You will burn in hell!”

His smile was a display of utter disgust and wickedness.

“You first darlin’.”

Her horrified scream shattered the calmness of the night as he tore into her throat.

A generous rush of hot dark fluid pulsed from the open wound and he drank freely, cringing as he felt the agony of every victim’s essence still lingering in her blood.

His hands gripped her shoulders, his body keeping her to the ground, his fangs sank in deeper, slashing harder. His throat rhythmically swallowed, determined to drain her of every morsel. Time seemed to stand still…for Jon at least.

Her nails weren’t scratching so fiercely anymore, her scream had reduced to a gaspy cry, her fists pummeling weakly. Her heart shook forcefully once more and went deathly still in her chest.

Jon rose from the corpse, his body quiver with the strong, nutritious blood now singing in his veins.

Unseeing eyes stared at the stars, her hands were constricted into tight balls, evidence of excruciating pain, ever so slowly her pearly skin turned leathery before his eyes.

Jon’s cruel laugh rang in the air.

“Payback is a bitch aint it?”

He turned back towards the house reeking of death.