Chapter 7

His tongue mapped the route of her vein, inhaling deeply he took in the scent if her, marveled in her complete surrender.

Hunching even more, he scraped along her skin, feeling her shiver in his arms.

Anticipating the rush of energy about to flood his core, he closed his eyes..

A loud bang ripped his eyelids backwards and he growled ferociously.

“Heeeyyyyy bro’!” Richie stood in the doorway, his hair disheveled and his clothes all rumpled.

“Richie!!!!!!! Haven’t you ever heard of knocking!” Dorothea was not impressed by his untimely arrival, stepping away from Jon she hurriedly pulled her robe together.

To Dorothea’s untrained eye Richie might have seemed to be a bit tipsy but Jon wasn’t fooled. His eyes were alert and horrified, wordlessly warning Jon to back off.

“Aaawww shit hun! I didn’t know you were here! Jonny boy didn’t tell me you were coming…damn Jon! All your fault brother!”

And I’m going to hell for lying like this!

Richie shivered as cold fingers of fear tapped down his spine.

When he had barged in, Jon was already tasting her…his fangs extended so far and those eyes…..Ugh…creepy as hell!

Giving Jon the time he needed to alter his appearance, he rushed forward, hugging Dorothea like he had never hugged her before.

“Good to see you hun! Wow where are the kids?”

“How much did you have to drink Sambora? The kids are at their granma’s.” She laughed, hugging him back.

Relief turned his bones to jelly and he darted a thankful look Jon’s way.

Jon was watching them, hands in tight fists, shoulders heaving and his fangs just as elongated as a few moments before. Those bloodcurdling eyes of his were still as shiny as cobalt marbles and Richie knew fear for the first time as he watched his closest friend.

How was he going to protect her against that?

Letting her go ever so slightly, Richie stared at his friend.

Jon?         

What the fuck are you doing here?

Jon…get hold of yourself, its your wife for fuck’s sake!

I can’t Rich..God knows I’ve tried…I JUST CAN’T!!!

Jon’s heartrending scream resounded in his mind so harshly he almost felt the need to grab his ears to keep it from tearing his brain apart.

Dorothea stepped away from Richie and just as she was about to move into Jon’s view , Jon spun around, snarling he headed for the door in a flash.

“Jon!” Dorothea called out but he refused to turn back.

“He’s probably pissed at me now…sorry Dot. You know how it is when we are on tour, privacy doesn’t exist in our vocabulary!”

“It’s ok. I’m sure he won’t be long.”

Dot didn’t know how wrong she was.

Jon had fled to the streets, his senses whirring, his thirst threatening to tear him apart.

Stalking the streets he searched for some unsuspected victim he could vent his rage upon.

Two young women came into view, some greedy demon clawed at his thoughts and zoomed in on their conversation.

Stalking them in the shadows he waited until they took a shortcut through the park and made his move.

There were no niceties, no smiles and no conversation just pure, raw hunting.

When they heard him up close it was too late. Snatching one girl by the throat he hauled the other one closer, fangs exposed he ripped into her throat tearing her apart. Her body hit the floor the same time her heart fluttered for the last time.

The other girl was drifting between consciousness and death…unfortunately for her she wouldn’t be as lucky as her friend was. No quick death for her…she would be the mouse…the pawn in his sick, immoral game.

Easing his crushing grip on her, she fell to the ground. He watched as her eyes fluttered.

Terror mirrored in her eyes as she focused on the mauled body of her friend. Opening her mouth to scream, Jon bent down.

“If you scream I’ll rip your tongue out.”

The frightened girl cowered deeper into the shrubs, not feeling the stones cutting into her legs.

“P..p….pplease..please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you want me to..please!”

There was no pity left in the glittering eyes of the stranger. Reaching for her, he picked her up by the clothes, her back hit the coldness of a bark.

“What do you want? ..Please…I’ll do anything…give you anything! Have mercy ..don’kill me!” She was a whimpering muddle.

Smiling cruelly, the girl shrieked as ivory fangs flashed in the moonlight.

“You are going to give it to me anyway…and what I want you wouldn’t want to give ...trust me.”

Taking in the elongated teeth and glittering blue eyes the girl’s survival instinct took over.

“You are a vampire? You want blood?...You can get mine…I won’t fight it but please don’t drain me…keep me alive.”

An eyebrow flicked upwards.

Well..well..the girl has savvy. Don’t fight your attacker..give him what he wants… yadda.. yadda … yadda… the parents didn’t prepare their little girls for a vampire visit ….did hey?

Enjoying the game Jon decided to see how far she would take it before she started going back on her decision.

Letting her stand on her feet, he swooped in closer, his arms beside her head, keeping her captive.

“So you gonna give it to me freely? Do you know how fucking bad it hurts? Do you even know how it feels when someone sucks the life out of you..the excruciating pain as your organs try to pump blood that isn’t there?”

Fear widened her eyes even more…her trembling bottom lip caught his eyes and he zoomed in closer.

Sucking it into his mouth he suddenly bit down, enjoying her intake of breath as he pricked two holes in her bottom lip.

Fear turned her blood into a bitter concoction, but he wasn’t there for the blood anymore…he was there for dessert. Pain and fear made a perfect after meal delight….

“Did that hurt?” he seemed to be concerned.

She nodded.

“That was only the start…are you ready for it?”

Scrunching her eyes she nodded again, holding her breath.

Seizing her by the jaw, he snapped it to one side, knowing that she was waiting for the painful prick he lapped at her throat, smelling the cold fear radiating from her.

Keeping his touch steady yet gentle he led her into a false assurance.  She gasped as fangs scraped over her jaw, her earlobes, her neck. Her hands were bunched in his shirt, shaking so badly he thought she might faint any minute but she held on for dear life, never making a sound, just warm salty tears trailing down her cheeks.

He settled in between her breasts, licking and nibbling in turn.

A slow heat washed through her and she became more pliant…pushing the small of her back into his hips, he whirled around with ease, pushing her down into the dewy grass.

Scared, copper eyes begged at him.

“Are you going to hurt me?”

He silenced her with a finger pressed gently on her lips.

She wanted to jump up and run, he heard it, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to outrun him.

“Are you thinking about running sweetheart?”

“Nnn…no.”

Turning his head to one side, he snapped it loudly. Jerking back to watch her terrified face  he hissed ferociously.

“You are lying to me..I hate it when people lie to me!”

The sound of ripped material filled the night air.

“Oh God! I’m sorry..please!”

He didn’t listen, her time was up. Flinging himself onto her, he ripped into the soft mounts, slicing through the skin. Blood splattered into his face and he groaned at the pleasure of it.

Desperate hands yanked at his hair, sobbing filled the night air.

She prayed for it to end, but he wouldn’t allow it..he wasn’t done.

Pain cut into her stomach like  barbed wire, setting her pulses racing, spurting her blood just that little bit faster.

Soft satiny skin peeled away under his onslaught leaving raw, gaping wounds on her stomach, blood streaking down her sides.

She was growing weak every passing moment, her hands struggling to fight this beast in human form, off.

“Please spare my life..please.”

Looking into her dying eyes he grinned.

“Sorry…all out of mercy tonight.” A spasm pelted through her as he sank his teeth into her neck for the last time.