Prologue

Prologue

1995

It was one of those nights, a night when he ached for freedom.  The young, carefree demon inside him threatened to claw its way out. Why he got these attacks he never knew, he just closed his eyes pulled the softness of the woman closer and went with it, hating himself the day after when the break of day accused him of being a bastard, the bastard he knew he had become.

He was sitting silently in a corner of the bar. Some live band kept the vibes in the air alive and the jean clad bodies moving.  Sambora was late again and as the minutes ticked by he knew the asshole had stood him up. It’s been a long time since he came out with the boys again; his place was at home, with his wife and their new baby boy, Jesse.

A gentle smile curled around the beer bottle’s neck. Cute little boy, but hell the kid wasn’t a good sleeper. Many a night he found Dot in the baby room, asleep in the rocking chair with a baby slumping over her shoulder. She was such a good mother and wife….An accusing voice leaped up in the back of his mind but he shook it off. It was his night tonight…

Waving the long legged, burgundy haired beauty closer, he flashed his million dollar smile.

“How ‘bout another one darlin’?”

Holding out the empty bottle towards her, he swung it lightly in the air, while one electric blue eye peeked from a hairy curtain, feasted on the white mounts busting out of the too tight top. Cherry blossom pink came to mind…yeah they would be a nice, tight cherry blossom pink..and tiny too. His eyes focused on the tiny tips growing under his scrutiny. Well he got the size right, he’ll find out if he was right about the shade of them too…later. His smile was devastating and the message in his eyes clear.

Leaning ever so closely, she pause the swaying bottle, making sure her fingers brushed intimately over the strong male hand. Fine hairs covered the male skin and her core went up in flames.

He was a good tipper and hell let’s be honest one sexy hunk of flesh, she wasn’t into hairy men, but hey she could make an exception for this one. It could turn out to be a memorable evening….

“One beer coming up.” She winked and walked away, swaying her hips just that bit more. Sneaking a look, she smiled as blue eyes glued to her hips, an appreciative smile dancing on his handsome face. She got him right where she wanted him.

Jon leaned back in his chair to accommodate the hard on pressing on his thigh. Wouldn’t he like to have her under him tonight! Those long legs could reach heaven..one wild ride…..

Waiting and watching as the bar emptied, the night drew to a close. They both knew why he was still there.  It was etched in the blue pools and the slight play on his lips. The promise of a passionate night danced in the shadows of his face, the light touch of his hand.

Closing time finally came. He was waiting outside, leaning on his black BMW, sucking on a cigarette when she exited the bar.  Heels clicked on the tar as she slowly made her way towards him, blowing a grey swirl of smoke from his mouth, she suddenly appeared in the cloud of smoke.

“Ready to go?” her voice was like a summer breeze, her copper eyes promising delights.

Grinding the cigarette to the ground, he pushed from the car, opening the door.

“You just tell me where darlin’.” His Jersey drawl was apparent to her world wise ears.

She slipped inside; the crackling of leather was the only sound in the dark parking lot. Her eyes followed the drop dead gorgeous man as he rounded the hood of the car. Tight jeans sculpted a divine ass, a blue tee molded to his frame, confirming a solid muscled body underneath. He sure was a pretty boy…pity.

Moonlight caught the gold band on his finger and she felt a stir of revulsion settling in her stomach. Maybe he deserved anything that came his way tonight.

He had expected some sleazy hotel room but was pleasantly surprised when she opened a door to display a cozy haven.  Plush couches filled the sitting room, big cushions were scattered all over each one. Hues of russet and pink filled the room and he wasn’t too shocked when she lit candles instead of flicking a light.

Fire sparked off her burgundy curls, her scent wafted through the air and he grinned as his jeans tightened. She was a beauty alright…fire to his ice. He could get his fingers burned but hell who cared anyway? It was only one night.

She turned slowly, a mystic smile on her red lips.

“Could I get you something to drink?”

He closed the few steps towards her.

“Tell me your name first.” The request was a soft whisper.

“Chimala.”

“Chimala.” It rolled of his tongue like smooth silk.

Brushing the unruly strands from her face, he repeated it again.

“Unique name, beautiful, just like you…”

Forcing the last bit of space between them aside, their lips touched. She tasted like sweet melon, her breath was warm against his lips, the tiny whimper from her setting his loins on fire. Teeth nibbled languorously at the cherry lips, mapping their way towards the sharp jaw line cradled in his hands.

She shifted slightly, realizing her intention he backed her up until the back of her knees hit the couch.

Closing his arms around her tiny waist, he shoved and they both tumbled onto the couch.

She was all he thought she would be, a wildcat, taking charge of their lovemaking so easily he couldn’t phantom when exactly he lost control.

She ripped the clothes off him, while strong thighs gripped his sides as she balanced atop him. Long nails scraped down his chest and he hissed. It bordered on pleasure and pain…he just didn’t know which was worse.  Bloody streaks twisted down his chest but he didn’t give a damn. Wild curls tickled his face as she bowed down to lick at the crimson juice.

Ridding her off her clothes, his stomach gripped tighter, she was a goddess, soft, yet firm, peachy complexion, high, proud breasts and yes he was right..again..they were cherry blossomed marbles of delight.

His hands kneaded greedily at the full mounds, flicking his thumbs over the pink nipples. Eager hands tucked at his jeans and within a flash he felt the brush of cool air against his thighs. Jon knifed towards the beckoning mounds, sucking and biting at the nubs until her breathy moans turned into gasps of pleasure and pain. He was fixed the milky hills, grinding the tips between clenched teeth, sucking when the hurt became unbearable.

She slipped over him, her rhythm hard and fast, blowing his mind. His hands touched and tucked, slipping over her sweaty skin. He felt her pulsing and suddenly she sagged onto him, while her hips bucked wildly. Their bodies were pounding in perfect unison, dancing to the age old rhythm of lust.

In that moment his whole life would change, feeling her nuzzling his neck , he arched willingly, opening to her onslaught.

 Suddenly an excruciating pain sliced through him, his body coiled in shocked, yet the utter pain and pleasure send him reeling into a climax he had never felt before.

Numbness took him prisoner, strength drained from him in an alarming rate and try as he might, he couldn’t loosen the woman’s grip on him. His brain was still fogged, his body strangely paralyzed. The room swayed dangerously as darkness swooped down on him…

It was a night of pure hell and agony. He had woken up in a bed he didn’t know, nightmarish, naked, fanged woman circling him, their tongues lapping at every inch of skin, puncturing his flesh, drinking from him. Fear gnawed at him, what was this? Why was this happening to him? Was this payback for his whoring ways?

He had wished for death then, praying that it would come swift and soon. But his prayers weren’t answered, he was drifting in and out of consciousness, feeling the pain, feeling his life giving blood been sucked from his body.

Just before dawn he had fought his way back to consciousness. She was there, the red headed bitch that started it all. Looking into her eyes he had expected to see death and victory, but he was wrong. Pity and something like sorrow flickered in those coppery depths. Regret?

Somehow he didn’t think a despicable monster could feel regret, but the will to live took charge and he begged for his life like he had never begged before. She moved closer to the bed, fear made him cringe but wouldn’t allow him to move, he was almost drained and on the brink of death.

A warm hand brushed at the unruly bangs, she could hear the unsteady beat of his heart. It wouldn’t be too long now but something inside her screamed to keep this one alive. This one was special somehow. He was a fighter, he was supposed to be dead by now. They never lasted this long!

One look into those pale blue eyes and handsome face, she closed her eyes and sighed.

She would be punished for this, severely.

The moment she leaned in closer, he had closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see the death in her eyes when she finished him off…

“You are dying, you know that don’t you? You can feel your heart slowing, struggling to pump the last bit of blood through your veins. Do you really want to live? I can’t take back what had happened the night before, but I can give you immortality. With that come a lot of sacrifices and cold hard decisions. You don’t seem the kind of man that can do that. Could you kill for a living? Could you hunt every night? Could you live a solitary, cold life? Maybe I should just ease your pain and kill you here and now.”

He could only stare at the beauty so close to him, her fangs protruding from her red lips. She offered him immortality…was he ready for it?

Survival clawed inside him and he nodded.

As if in slow motion, he watched her as she cut into her flesh with a razor sharp nail. Dark, red blood spilled over peach skin and she inched closer, offering him her wrist.

“Drink.”

He watched in horror as the dark liquid dripped onto the sheets.

“Do it, before I change my mind!” her voice was unsteady, her eyes enormous in her face.

He had leaned forward then, grabbing hold with two hands, forcing the sickly dark liquid down his throat until it unexpectedly tasted sweet and delicious. The last morsel of his mortality united with the dark essence of the creature’s blood he was feeding on and at that moment Jon Bon Jovi , the mortal was no more.