Chapter 6

Days of endless touring had turned into exhausting weeks…for the rest of the band anyway. Jon’s strength was growing in leaps and seemed limitless. New skills surprised him even more, the only skill he prayed and hoped for mysteriously evaded him…control over his bloodlust.

Walking towards his hotel room he couldn’t shake the thirst building up inside. The show went down smoothly and he gave all he had to ensure an enormous rush of energy from the crowd.

He’ll have to feed again, tonight, he just had to!

The boys had tried to convince him to have a drink earlier tonight but he declined, he had to get himself a nice little donor for the night and then he needed to chat to his wife. He missed her, he needed to hear her voice and the kids’ high pitched little voices in the background. The longing was eating at his insides.

The boys were all gathered in Richie’s room, maybe if he had a hard time keeping himself busy he would drop by.

 Things had change since he told them about his vampiric state, not that he could blame the poor bastards!

Tico was always rubbing his throat whenever Jon was around, David’s eyes always zoomed in on his mouth and Obie, well Obie was just scared shitless. Funny enough he has expected his best friend to react differently, but after a few days he had worked all this out for himself and the old buddy was back, no reservations.

Jon laughed at Richie’s protectiveness towards him, hell he could look after himself just perfectly, the guys could use his protection, but he didn’t dare take that role from his brother, he was too proud for that.

 Turning the knob of his room he felt awareness brushed at the hair on the back of his neck. He wasn’t alone, someone was in his room.

A familiar scent wafted towards him and panic slammed into him like a freight train, he halted at the door.

Sweet Jesus! He cannot deal with this right now! He was hungry, tired and FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Jon? You back honey?” her sweet voice brushed over his nerves.

For a moment he contemplated turning around but the slight creek as her hand opened it even further denied him that option.

“Dot! Baby! What you doing here?”

She was standing before him, a throbbing, life pulse…a life source..not a gorgeous young woman wrapped in satin and carefully pampered for a night of passion with her husband.

Hurt flashed in her dark eyes.

“Did I come at a bad time?”

His mind still at battle as to what to do, he quickly gave the room a once over and sighed, relieved.

“Where’s the kids?”

A slight frown buried itself in her forehead.

“How did you know they weren’t here? I left them at your mother’s, she thought we needed some time alone….but maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.” Fire sparked in her eyes.

Gathering all his willpower together he stepped closer, welcoming her into his arms.

“It’s always a good idea! I was just unprepared but I’m glad you are here. So glad!”

Liar.

Sweet honey drifted into his nostrils and he took a deep breath, burying his face into her hair. He had to focus on anything…anything just not the wildly throbbing bulge in her neck.

Oh Sweet lord!

Just as he thought he couldn’t take it no more, she stepped back.

“I hope you haven’t eaten yet. I ordered some food.”

She took his hand and led him towards the shining trolley.

“I’m ravenous baby!” …for you.

Sitting down at the table he kept himself busy with the wineglasses. Her heartbeat was pounding in his ears, sloshing of blood taunted him, beckoning him to take what was his…

“Jon?”

Dark red Bordeaux spilled on the tablecloth…would her blood be that rich…that dark?

Shaking his head, he clamped his mouth shut, they were already slicing into the flesh inside his mouth!

“Jon?”

“Yeah baby?” He turned and tossed a few mouthfuls of wine down his throat.

Get control Jon…GET CONTROL!!!!!!!!!!!

“What’s going on? You are acting so strangely and…and..there is something different about you…something.”

She slid the glass between her lips, her eyes sweeping over her husband, trying to pinpoint what was so different.

There was something elusive about him..his eyes..they had a slight glow…shadows lurking…his lips was fuller…moist…he seemed almost untouchable..godlike…

A soft smile played on her lips.

“I think I’ve missed you a bit too much! You are looking more and more like a mysterious, sexy stranger to me!”

He laughed but it didn’t reach his eyes. Was the change so apparent? Women tend to be more observant ..he was a stranger alright…a dangerous, hungry creature craving her blood.

“It’s just me honey..nothing more..nothing less.” He said, clearing his throat quickly as the unrestrained growl crept up his throat.

Placing her glass down on the table she drifted towards him, pulling him up to stand before her.

“Have you been overworking that voice of yours again?”

Her body was pressing into his, her face turned up, she did the unthinkable…darting out a moist tongue she traced the hump in his throat…

He swallowed and it jumped slightly. Hands bulging, eyes tightly shut, Jon prayed for release..God it was indescribable having his wife so close to him..yet it was pure hell not to be able to set the beast inside him free.

Grazing his adam’s apple with her teeth, he couldn’t contain the hiss slithering from his core.

All resistance crumbled, horrified he felt his body react. His fangs inched lower, his shaft filled with blood, pressing into his jeans…he was losing it!

Soft womanly curves melted into his rigid frame, her arms twined around his neck and her soft pouty mouth turned upwards.

Lowering himself he licked at the full lips, trying not to hurt her with his teeth,her sigh brushed over his mouth, her taut nipples stabbed into his chest.

Clutching her buttocks, he brought her closer to feel his raging erection.

“Jon…it’s been so long..too long!” Fingers darted through his hair.

He felt power slipping as his nails sliced into the soft flesh off her buttocks, heard her whimper of pain.

He loved inflicting pain…NO! This was Dorothea! He couldn’t ..or could he?

While the creature was demanding his offering, Jon pleaded desperately.

Please ..not her…not Dot…not my wife…Give me the strength!

His pleading went unanswered.

Grazing her silky throat with ever growing fangs, he cursed all hounds of hell to be set loose over his soul…Closing his eyes he anticipated the flow of sweet, warm liquid over  his parched lips…deeper into his dark, forsaken soul.