His smirk as she entered from the bedroom moments later, didn’t sit well with her sensitive emotions and she sat down, trying to ignore his overwhelming sex appeal radiating from him.
“I ordered something light. I wasn’t sure how your body would react to food after...” his sentence hung in the air.
“After?” Did he know? How could he?
“...not having food in your stomach for a few days.” He finished the sentence but she noticed his eyes had turned a darker shade of aqua.
“That’s very thoughtful of you. Thank you.”
He watched her from lowered eyelids as she tucked into her meal with gusto. Her appreciative groans plucked at his groin and he had to lower his hand underneath the table to adjust his pounding erection.
Pushing the plate backwards, Ciara sagged back into the chair, rubbing her tummy appreciatively.
“Wow that was wonderful!”
He unlocked his fingers cradling the back of his head.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now to get your hair dry, we don’t want you sick do we?”
Jon stood up and she took his outstretched hand, her eyes huge in her face.
“Scared?”, he taunted.
She shook her head not uttering a word.
Ciara sagged onto the tiny dressing table stool, watching silently as he searched for her brush.
His strokes were firm yet gently against her scalp. She watched him in the mirror, baffled by the constant changes of his irises as he worked.
Her hair hung heavily and wet but tangle free down her back. One flick and the hairdryer zoomed to life, his hand fluttered through her hair, lifting her hair from her scalp, she soaked in the welcome heat. Her eyes drifted close as the relaxing tug of his fingers worked its magic on her.
Jon swallowed as her head tilted back, exposing the bulging vein in her neck. Her lips were slightly apart and without thinking he swooped down, catching her lips against hers.
Her soft gasp were lost in his mouth and he twirled his tongue with hers, tasting her languorously. The hairdryer died down and landed with a dull thud on the carpet.
His hands cradled her face, stroking her cheekbones slowly as their mouths sucked and nibbled.
One hand slid down her throat, his thumb following the vein as it disappeared into her silky gown. It drifted even lower and suddenly lifted a heavy breast, rolling over the pink nub until it puckered stiffly.
Ciara’s moan yanked Jon back to reality and he stepped back. His hand raked though his hair while his breath exited his lungs in a loud huff.
“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to do that. You’re still weak and not feeling well and there I had to go and act like a real bastard.”
“No! No please don’t apologise.” She tucked her gown together , fastening the belt around her waist.
“I need go now before we both regret it again.” He swung on his heel and was about to march out the door when she called his name.
“Jon?”
He turned to look at her, his breath stuck in his throat.
“I would like some company but if you wanna go I’ll understand.”
I’m scared he might come back, with Jon here ...
“I’ll stay as long if you want me to.”
“I want you to stay. We can watch a movie or something..” She didn’t exactly meet his gaze.
“Or something...hhmmm it sounds..nice.” His smile flipped her stomach.
“Lemme just get a blanket and I’ll be out, ok?”
He nodded and closed the door behind her.
She came out a few minutes later, dressed in a tee and track pants, the blanket clutched in her hands.
Her nipples outlined her tee and Jon looked away, damn she was such a tease without even knowing it!
“Would you like a snack or something? I still have a craving for something...”
“After that meal?” Jon laughed but stilled as her thoughts snapped into his head.
How could I tell him, I crave blood...his blood. Oooohh God! I’m going crazy!
“I tell you what, you do the popcorn and I do the hot chocolate, nothing better to still a girl’s craving but something warm and sweet, whaddya say?”
“Thats a deal.”
Ciara lingered in front of the microwave while Jon stood before the stove heating up the milk.
Empting the bag into a bowl, she padded closer, peeking around him to see how far he was.
“I’m going to look for a movie on the tv.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Slowpoke.” She giggled as she walked out.
Waiting to hear the tv coming to life, Jon brought his wrist to his mouth, slicing quickly he grunted as the burn of his own bite coiled in his arm. Turning his wrist he watched as his blood trickled into the dark, swirling chocolate. Watching as the hot chocolate turned a shade of brownish pink , he flicked his wrist towards his mouth, licking at the puncture wounds.
“I found us a movie!”
“Ok, ok I’m coming!”
She was sitting on the couch her feet folded beneath her, the popcorn bowl settled in between her legs.
“Here you go.”
She thanked him and pressed the cup to her lips. She sniffed appreciatively.
“OOohhh lordie! This is the best hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted! HHHhhhmmmmm.” She took another appreciative sip.
She opened her eyes only to see him staring at her with stormy blue eyes.
“It doesn’t take much to keep you happy. A bit of milk and some powered chocolate and you are putty in my hands.”
“It’s a girl thing.” She lowered her gaze, feeling her heart bounce in her chest. The start of the movie caught her attention and she smiled.
“Movie is starting. Hope you are ready for a chick movie. I’m not in the mood for any horrors tonight.”
“I’m game if you are.” He scooted closer to her, toeing his boots off, he slipped the socks from his feet.”Hope its ok but I hate shoes.”
“Get comfortable, I am.” She plucked at her tee.
She turned to take another sip, her hands cradling the precious hot treasure. His hand closed around her shoulder, pulling her gently backwards.
“Come here.” Her back touched the couch, her shoulder scraping against his. “Relax, wont you?”
His hand searched for hers, closing his fingers gently around hers, he settled it on his thigh. Ciara swore he was burning through his jeans, his heat was so intense.
Ciara kept her eyes on the tv but the slow, breathing body next to her kept her from concentrating on the movie.
“Something wrong baby?”
“No...everything is fine.”
“I won’t rape you, you know. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, ok?”
“Was it wrong for me to ask you to stay?”
“I can’t answer that for you. Does it feel wrong? Do you want me to go?”
“No, but it could be my own selfishness rearing its ugly head.”
He chuckled.
“You don’t have a selfish bone in your body.”
“How do you know?”
“I just know. Look at me.”
She turned her head, only to be captured by his free hand. His lips melted softly against hers, they were incredibly gentle, coaxing softly, his tongue tasting without slipping inside her mouth.
He broke the kiss before the fire threatened to consume them.
“Now lets watch the movie.” His eyes turned towards the screen, his hand persuading her head to nestle on his chest.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Chapter 121
His smirk as she entered from the bedroom moments later, didn’t sit well with her sensitive emotions and she sat down, trying to ignore his overwhelming sex appeal radiating from him.
“I ordered something light. I wasn’t sure how your body would react to food after...” his sentence hung in the air.
“After?” Did he know? How could he?
“...not having food in your stomach for a few days.” He finished the sentence but she noticed his eyes had turned a darker shade of aqua.
“That’s very thoughtful of you. Thank you.”
He watched her from lowered eyelids as she tucked into her meal with gusto. Her appreciative groans plucked at his groin and he had to lower his hand underneath the table to adjust his pounding erection.
Pushing the plate backwards, Ciara sagged back into the chair, rubbing her tummy appreciatively.
“Wow that was wonderful!”
He unlocked his fingers cradling the back of his head.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now to get your hair dry, we don’t want you sick do we?”
Jon stood up and she took his outstretched hand, her eyes huge in her face.
“Scared?”, he taunted.
She shook her head not uttering a word.
Ciara sagged onto the tiny dressing table stool, watching silently as he searched for her brush.
His strokes were firm yet gently against her scalp. She watched him in the mirror, baffled by the constant changes of his irises as he worked.
Her hair hung heavily and wet but tangle free down her back. One flick and the hairdryer zoomed to life, his hand fluttered through her hair, lifting her hair from her scalp, she soaked in the welcome heat. Her eyes drifted close as the relaxing tug of his fingers worked its magic on her.
Jon swallowed as her head tilted back, exposing the bulging vein in her neck. Her lips were slightly apart and without thinking he swooped down, catching her lips against hers.
Her soft gasp were lost in his mouth and he twirled his tongue with hers, tasting her languorously. The hairdryer died down and landed with a dull thud on the carpet.
His hands cradled her face, stroking her cheekbones slowly as their mouths sucked and nibbled.
One hand slid down her throat, his thumb following the vein as it disappeared into her silky gown. It drifted even lower and suddenly lifted a heavy breast, rolling over the pink nub until it puckered stiffly.
Ciara’s moan yanked Jon back to reality and he stepped back. His hand raked though his hair while his breath exited his lungs in a loud huff.
“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to do that. You’re still weak and not feeling well and there I had to go and act like a real bastard.”
“No! No please don’t apologise.” She tucked her gown together , fastening the belt around her waist.
“I need go now before we both regret it again.” He swung on his heel and was about to march out the door when she called his name.
“Jon?”
He turned to look at her, his breath stuck in his throat.
“I would like some company but if you wanna go I’ll understand.”
I’m scared he might come back, with Jon here ...
“I’ll stay as long if you want me to.”
“I want you to stay. We can watch a movie or something..” She didn’t exactly meet his gaze.
“Or something...hhmmm it sounds..nice.” His smile flipped her stomach.
“Lemme just get a blanket and I’ll be out, ok?”
He nodded and closed the door behind her.
She came out a few minutes later, dressed in a tee and track pants, the blanket clutched in her hands.
Her nipples outlined her tee and Jon looked away, damn she was such a tease without even knowing it!
“Would you like a snack or something? I still have a craving for something...”
“After that meal?” Jon laughed but stilled as her thoughts snapped into his head.
How could I tell him, I crave blood...his blood. Oooohh God! I’m going crazy!
“I tell you what, you do the popcorn and I do the hot chocolate, nothing better to still a girl’s craving but something warm and sweet, whaddya say?”
“Thats a deal.”
Ciara lingered in front of the microwave while Jon stood before the stove heating up the milk.
Empting the bag into a bowl, she padded closer, peeking around him to see how far he was.
“I’m going to look for a movie on the tv.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Slowpoke.” She giggled as she walked out.
Waiting to hear the tv coming to life, Jon brought his wrist to his mouth, slicing quickly he grunted as the burn of his own bite coiled in his arm. Turning his wrist he watched as his blood trickled into the dark, swirling chocolate. Watching as the hot chocolate turned a shade of brownish pink , he flicked his wrist towards his mouth, licking at the puncture wounds.
“I found us a movie!”
“Ok, ok I’m coming!”
She was sitting on the couch her feet folded beneath her, the popcorn bowl settled in between her legs.
“Here you go.”
She thanked him and pressed the cup to her lips. She sniffed appreciatively.
“OOohhh lordie! This is the best hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted! HHHhhhmmmmm.” She took another appreciative sip.
She opened her eyes only to see him staring at her with stormy blue eyes.
“It doesn’t take much to keep you happy. A bit of milk and some powered chocolate and you are putty in my hands.”
“It’s a girl thing.” She lowered her gaze, feeling her heart bounce in her chest. The start of the movie caught her attention and she smiled.
“Movie is starting. Hope you are ready for a chick movie. I’m not in the mood for any horrors tonight.”
“I’m game if you are.” He scooted closer to her, toeing his boots off, he slipped the socks from his feet.”Hope its ok but I hate shoes.”
“Get comfortable, I am.” She plucked at her tee.
She turned to take another sip, her hands cradling the precious hot treasure. His hand closed around her shoulder, pulling her gently backwards.
“Come here.” Her back touched the couch, her shoulder scraping against his. “Relax, wont you?”
His hand searched for hers, closing his fingers gently around hers, he settled it on his thigh. Ciara swore he was burning through his jeans, his heat was so intense.
Ciara kept her eyes on the tv but the slow, breathing body next to her kept her from concentrating on the movie.
“Something wrong baby?”
“No...everything is fine.”
“I won’t rape you, you know. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, ok?”
“Was it wrong for me to ask you to stay?”
“I can’t answer that for you. Does it feel wrong? Do you want me to go?”
“No, but it could be my own selfishness rearing its ugly head.”
He chuckled.
“You don’t have a selfish bone in your body.”
“How do you know?”
“I just know. Look at me.”
She turned her head, only to be captured by his free hand. His lips melted softly against hers, they were incredibly gentle, coaxing softly, his tongue tasting without slipping inside her mouth.
He broke the kiss before the fire threatened to consume them.
“Now lets watch the movie.” His eyes turned towards the screen, his hand persuading her head to nestle on his chest.
“I ordered something light. I wasn’t sure how your body would react to food after...” his sentence hung in the air.
“After?” Did he know? How could he?
“...not having food in your stomach for a few days.” He finished the sentence but she noticed his eyes had turned a darker shade of aqua.
“That’s very thoughtful of you. Thank you.”
He watched her from lowered eyelids as she tucked into her meal with gusto. Her appreciative groans plucked at his groin and he had to lower his hand underneath the table to adjust his pounding erection.
Pushing the plate backwards, Ciara sagged back into the chair, rubbing her tummy appreciatively.
“Wow that was wonderful!”
He unlocked his fingers cradling the back of his head.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now to get your hair dry, we don’t want you sick do we?”
Jon stood up and she took his outstretched hand, her eyes huge in her face.
“Scared?”, he taunted.
She shook her head not uttering a word.
Ciara sagged onto the tiny dressing table stool, watching silently as he searched for her brush.
His strokes were firm yet gently against her scalp. She watched him in the mirror, baffled by the constant changes of his irises as he worked.
Her hair hung heavily and wet but tangle free down her back. One flick and the hairdryer zoomed to life, his hand fluttered through her hair, lifting her hair from her scalp, she soaked in the welcome heat. Her eyes drifted close as the relaxing tug of his fingers worked its magic on her.
Jon swallowed as her head tilted back, exposing the bulging vein in her neck. Her lips were slightly apart and without thinking he swooped down, catching her lips against hers.
Her soft gasp were lost in his mouth and he twirled his tongue with hers, tasting her languorously. The hairdryer died down and landed with a dull thud on the carpet.
His hands cradled her face, stroking her cheekbones slowly as their mouths sucked and nibbled.
One hand slid down her throat, his thumb following the vein as it disappeared into her silky gown. It drifted even lower and suddenly lifted a heavy breast, rolling over the pink nub until it puckered stiffly.
Ciara’s moan yanked Jon back to reality and he stepped back. His hand raked though his hair while his breath exited his lungs in a loud huff.
“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to do that. You’re still weak and not feeling well and there I had to go and act like a real bastard.”
“No! No please don’t apologise.” She tucked her gown together , fastening the belt around her waist.
“I need go now before we both regret it again.” He swung on his heel and was about to march out the door when she called his name.
“Jon?”
He turned to look at her, his breath stuck in his throat.
“I would like some company but if you wanna go I’ll understand.”
I’m scared he might come back, with Jon here ...
“I’ll stay as long if you want me to.”
“I want you to stay. We can watch a movie or something..” She didn’t exactly meet his gaze.
“Or something...hhmmm it sounds..nice.” His smile flipped her stomach.
“Lemme just get a blanket and I’ll be out, ok?”
He nodded and closed the door behind her.
She came out a few minutes later, dressed in a tee and track pants, the blanket clutched in her hands.
Her nipples outlined her tee and Jon looked away, damn she was such a tease without even knowing it!
“Would you like a snack or something? I still have a craving for something...”
“After that meal?” Jon laughed but stilled as her thoughts snapped into his head.
How could I tell him, I crave blood...his blood. Oooohh God! I’m going crazy!
“I tell you what, you do the popcorn and I do the hot chocolate, nothing better to still a girl’s craving but something warm and sweet, whaddya say?”
“Thats a deal.”
Ciara lingered in front of the microwave while Jon stood before the stove heating up the milk.
Empting the bag into a bowl, she padded closer, peeking around him to see how far he was.
“I’m going to look for a movie on the tv.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Slowpoke.” She giggled as she walked out.
Waiting to hear the tv coming to life, Jon brought his wrist to his mouth, slicing quickly he grunted as the burn of his own bite coiled in his arm. Turning his wrist he watched as his blood trickled into the dark, swirling chocolate. Watching as the hot chocolate turned a shade of brownish pink , he flicked his wrist towards his mouth, licking at the puncture wounds.
“I found us a movie!”
“Ok, ok I’m coming!”
She was sitting on the couch her feet folded beneath her, the popcorn bowl settled in between her legs.
“Here you go.”
She thanked him and pressed the cup to her lips. She sniffed appreciatively.
“OOohhh lordie! This is the best hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted! HHHhhhmmmmm.” She took another appreciative sip.
She opened her eyes only to see him staring at her with stormy blue eyes.
“It doesn’t take much to keep you happy. A bit of milk and some powered chocolate and you are putty in my hands.”
“It’s a girl thing.” She lowered her gaze, feeling her heart bounce in her chest. The start of the movie caught her attention and she smiled.
“Movie is starting. Hope you are ready for a chick movie. I’m not in the mood for any horrors tonight.”
“I’m game if you are.” He scooted closer to her, toeing his boots off, he slipped the socks from his feet.”Hope its ok but I hate shoes.”
“Get comfortable, I am.” She plucked at her tee.
She turned to take another sip, her hands cradling the precious hot treasure. His hand closed around her shoulder, pulling her gently backwards.
“Come here.” Her back touched the couch, her shoulder scraping against his. “Relax, wont you?”
His hand searched for hers, closing his fingers gently around hers, he settled it on his thigh. Ciara swore he was burning through his jeans, his heat was so intense.
Ciara kept her eyes on the tv but the slow, breathing body next to her kept her from concentrating on the movie.
“Something wrong baby?”
“No...everything is fine.”
“I won’t rape you, you know. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, ok?”
“Was it wrong for me to ask you to stay?”
“I can’t answer that for you. Does it feel wrong? Do you want me to go?”
“No, but it could be my own selfishness rearing its ugly head.”
He chuckled.
“You don’t have a selfish bone in your body.”
“How do you know?”
“I just know. Look at me.”
She turned her head, only to be captured by his free hand. His lips melted softly against hers, they were incredibly gentle, coaxing softly, his tongue tasting without slipping inside her mouth.
He broke the kiss before the fire threatened to consume them.
“Now lets watch the movie.” His eyes turned towards the screen, his hand persuading her head to nestle on his chest.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Chapter 121
What the fuck did they want from him? I do? Aye? YES?!
“I have to be. I started this and I’ll finish it. I have only one question left. If she needs my blood, why is she sick then?”
“You overfed her Jon. You made her drunk and now she feels the aftermath of it all...a hangover if you could call it that.
“Just as you humans get drunk on liquor, she gets drunk on too much blood. She will vomit, have headaches and it might take a day or two to fully recover.”
“How do I know how much enough is?”
“No more to fill half a wine glass, you might need to build it up slowly though. She might not need as much right now.”
“If she begs for it?”
“You refuse her. Can’t say no to your woman Jon?”
There was a flash in his eyes.
“Jealous honey?”
She laughed.
“ So how are you going to tell her she is a breeding machine for vampires?” Chimala’s sneaky smile irritated Jon suddenly.
David ogled Jon.
“Fuck knows, she doesn’t even know what I am.”
“Oops, better tell her then before her sexual cravings kicks in!”
His growl was anything but friendly.
“Ok so I think I’ve overstayed my welcome and I’m hungry as hell. I’ll love ya and leave ya. I’ll drop by soon to see how your little Sweetheart is doing. Toodles!”
She disappeared into the night, her scent the only reminder of her presence.
Jon sagged onto the nearest couch, his face buried in his hands.
No one dared to utter a single word. Reality of it all was still soaking into their stunned brains.
“Did the cat get your tongues or something? What the fuck am I gonna do? I’m deeper than I thought.”
“Bro’ I wish I could give you an answer but I’m speechless.” Richie shook his head in disbelief.
“First time for you, huh Rich?” David quipped.
A scatter cushion bounced off the blonde curls.
“Jon, all I can say is we are going to have the fight of our lives on our hands...You’ll need to tell the little lady what’s going on soon before...you know...before...she...”
“Yeah, yeah I know . Shit!”
~~
Ciara slid back to reality, bracing herself for the dagger she knew was buried in her brain but there was thankfully no pain.
She eyed the alarm clock and shot from the bed.
7 p.m! She had slept all day long! Did no one look for her? Images of Kiara and Jon flitted across her mind and she sank bank with a groan.
Great! Wondered what he thought of her now?
She didn’t just get drunk and slept with married men, worst of all, her boss! She absconded from her work as well! She wouldn’t be shocked if she found a dismissal letter underneath her door.
Slipping carefully from the bed , she took her time to stand up, feeling her head spin she slumped back onto the bed with a huff.
“You have to be careful, baby.”
Her head whipped up. Jon was leaning against the door, his arms folded nonchalantly over his chest.
“What are you doing here?” She was cradling her head in her trembling hands.
“Everyone was worried about you. I took over from Ksenia, she was dead on her feet.”
A frown creased her brow.
“I had a migraine attack. It happens.”
“Yeeaah, if you say so.” He shouldered himself from the frame, coming her way.
Her shaky hand tried to stop him.
“Please Jon I don’t have the strength.”
“The strength for what, Ciara? Don’t you trust me so close to you?” She didn’t miss the twinkle in his eye. His hand brushed her forehead lightly. “You don’t feel so warm anymore. Hungry?”
Her tummy answered with a loud growl. His soft laugh brushed her nerves.
“I guess its a yes? Why don’t you take a bath and I’ll order something to eat?”
His fingers traced along her jaw and for a moment she thought he might kiss her but he pushed from the bed and walked out.
Ciara sagged into the warm water as it enfolded her body. Dipping her head into the water ,she came up depositing a generous dollop of shampoo in her palm, massaging it slowly into her hair. Rinsing it a while later she slid conditioner into the wet bangs, massaging it slowly into her scalp. Ridding her hair of the remaining conditioner she turned her attention to her body.
Ciara’s body tingled all over, her skin felt sensitive to the touch as she glided the soap over her skin. It felt as if everything was happening in slow motion, she felt sluggish, drained of all energy.
Lying back against the rim of the bath, she closed her eyes just resting for a minute.
“Wake up sleepy head.” A soft rumble vibrated in her ear and she opened her eyes to stare into deep pools of the ocean.
Her hands came up to cover her nakedness but he chuckled, grabbing a towel he held it open against his body waiting for her to accept his offering.
Face flaming, Ciara stepped out of the bath mumbling a thank you as his arms closed around her. Goosebumps splattered all over her skin and she shivered as the warmth of the towel enveloped her.
“You’ve fallen asleep in the bath and the food is almost cold, so I thought I’d check up on you.”
“I closed my eyes for a few minutes...”
His eyes held hers captive.
“More like an hour...”
Her eyes widened in shock.
“That long?”
“Yep, that long,”
His hands rubbed through the towel, his heat soaking through the material.
“Are you feeling ok?”
“I’m just tired and hungry.”
He turned her towards the bedroom, following her closely with his hard frame so close against her back.
“Hungry I can understand but tired? You’ve been sleeping for two days solid.”
Ciara stilled.
Did she just lose two days?!
“I slept for two days?! Is that even possible?”
“I suppose it is.”
She seemed so damn vulnerable right now, he could just crush her to his body, keeping her safe, keeping her for himself....
“Uuuuh Jon?” Her doe eyes shone in her flaming face.
“I’ll heat the food up again, don’t make me come and get you...” His voices sizzled down her body, settling between her thighs.
“I have to be. I started this and I’ll finish it. I have only one question left. If she needs my blood, why is she sick then?”
“You overfed her Jon. You made her drunk and now she feels the aftermath of it all...a hangover if you could call it that.
“Just as you humans get drunk on liquor, she gets drunk on too much blood. She will vomit, have headaches and it might take a day or two to fully recover.”
“How do I know how much enough is?”
“No more to fill half a wine glass, you might need to build it up slowly though. She might not need as much right now.”
“If she begs for it?”
“You refuse her. Can’t say no to your woman Jon?”
There was a flash in his eyes.
“Jealous honey?”
She laughed.
“ So how are you going to tell her she is a breeding machine for vampires?” Chimala’s sneaky smile irritated Jon suddenly.
David ogled Jon.
“Fuck knows, she doesn’t even know what I am.”
“Oops, better tell her then before her sexual cravings kicks in!”
His growl was anything but friendly.
“Ok so I think I’ve overstayed my welcome and I’m hungry as hell. I’ll love ya and leave ya. I’ll drop by soon to see how your little Sweetheart is doing. Toodles!”
She disappeared into the night, her scent the only reminder of her presence.
Jon sagged onto the nearest couch, his face buried in his hands.
No one dared to utter a single word. Reality of it all was still soaking into their stunned brains.
“Did the cat get your tongues or something? What the fuck am I gonna do? I’m deeper than I thought.”
“Bro’ I wish I could give you an answer but I’m speechless.” Richie shook his head in disbelief.
“First time for you, huh Rich?” David quipped.
A scatter cushion bounced off the blonde curls.
“Jon, all I can say is we are going to have the fight of our lives on our hands...You’ll need to tell the little lady what’s going on soon before...you know...before...she...”
“Yeah, yeah I know . Shit!”
~~
Ciara slid back to reality, bracing herself for the dagger she knew was buried in her brain but there was thankfully no pain.
She eyed the alarm clock and shot from the bed.
7 p.m! She had slept all day long! Did no one look for her? Images of Kiara and Jon flitted across her mind and she sank bank with a groan.
Great! Wondered what he thought of her now?
She didn’t just get drunk and slept with married men, worst of all, her boss! She absconded from her work as well! She wouldn’t be shocked if she found a dismissal letter underneath her door.
Slipping carefully from the bed , she took her time to stand up, feeling her head spin she slumped back onto the bed with a huff.
“You have to be careful, baby.”
Her head whipped up. Jon was leaning against the door, his arms folded nonchalantly over his chest.
“What are you doing here?” She was cradling her head in her trembling hands.
“Everyone was worried about you. I took over from Ksenia, she was dead on her feet.”
A frown creased her brow.
“I had a migraine attack. It happens.”
“Yeeaah, if you say so.” He shouldered himself from the frame, coming her way.
Her shaky hand tried to stop him.
“Please Jon I don’t have the strength.”
“The strength for what, Ciara? Don’t you trust me so close to you?” She didn’t miss the twinkle in his eye. His hand brushed her forehead lightly. “You don’t feel so warm anymore. Hungry?”
Her tummy answered with a loud growl. His soft laugh brushed her nerves.
“I guess its a yes? Why don’t you take a bath and I’ll order something to eat?”
His fingers traced along her jaw and for a moment she thought he might kiss her but he pushed from the bed and walked out.
Ciara sagged into the warm water as it enfolded her body. Dipping her head into the water ,she came up depositing a generous dollop of shampoo in her palm, massaging it slowly into her hair. Rinsing it a while later she slid conditioner into the wet bangs, massaging it slowly into her scalp. Ridding her hair of the remaining conditioner she turned her attention to her body.
Ciara’s body tingled all over, her skin felt sensitive to the touch as she glided the soap over her skin. It felt as if everything was happening in slow motion, she felt sluggish, drained of all energy.
Lying back against the rim of the bath, she closed her eyes just resting for a minute.
“Wake up sleepy head.” A soft rumble vibrated in her ear and she opened her eyes to stare into deep pools of the ocean.
Her hands came up to cover her nakedness but he chuckled, grabbing a towel he held it open against his body waiting for her to accept his offering.
Face flaming, Ciara stepped out of the bath mumbling a thank you as his arms closed around her. Goosebumps splattered all over her skin and she shivered as the warmth of the towel enveloped her.
“You’ve fallen asleep in the bath and the food is almost cold, so I thought I’d check up on you.”
“I closed my eyes for a few minutes...”
His eyes held hers captive.
“More like an hour...”
Her eyes widened in shock.
“That long?”
“Yep, that long,”
His hands rubbed through the towel, his heat soaking through the material.
“Are you feeling ok?”
“I’m just tired and hungry.”
He turned her towards the bedroom, following her closely with his hard frame so close against her back.
“Hungry I can understand but tired? You’ve been sleeping for two days solid.”
Ciara stilled.
Did she just lose two days?!
“I slept for two days?! Is that even possible?”
“I suppose it is.”
She seemed so damn vulnerable right now, he could just crush her to his body, keeping her safe, keeping her for himself....
“Uuuuh Jon?” Her doe eyes shone in her flaming face.
“I’ll heat the food up again, don’t make me come and get you...” His voices sizzled down her body, settling between her thighs.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Chapter 120
Chapter 120
A shocked hush fell over the room. Everyone had a dumfounded look on their faces.
“He did what?” Richie cradled his wrist.
“He tied a life bond with this woman by sharing his blood with her. They will mate for life.”
“That sound so...so national geographic!” David huffed.
“So how the fuck did I get to do that? I’ve been married, why didn’t I bond with Dot?”
Chimala stared down at the sleeping form.
“Why don’t we take this somewhere else? All this blood has made me thirsty.” She eyes Richie’s wrist.
They entered Jon’s hotel room a few moments later.
Jon poured everyone a stiff drink.
Handing her a glass of red wine, he gritted.
“You haven’t answered my question.”
Her eyes flashed into his.
“This is all new to me too, ok? I’ve never in my life experienced it, only heard about it.”
“Fucking brilliant.” Jon cursed under his breath. “Trust me to do something so stupid.”
“You should have thought about it before you fed her from your vein. “
“I didn’t feed her, she bit me.” His lips turned into a crooked smile.
“OOhhhh! Too much info!” David cradled his ears with his palms.
“Don’t you want it then? The only way to end it is to kill her.” Chimala was testing him and he failed miserably.
Jon head snapped up, his hand raking through his blonde hair.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding.”
“Ok woooaaaaa all of you. No one s going to kill Ciara.” Richie stepped between the two vampires.
Chimala settled onto the couch, her wine forgotten between her hands.
“The reason why you couldn’t bond with your wife is because Ciara is special. Rare species, definitely not easy to find.”
“Is she human?”
“To the naked eye, yes but there is much more to her. You’ve picked up on it without realising it. That’s why you were attracted to her from the first time you’ve met.”
“So you telling me this happened all by chance?”
“No not at all. She can only bond with the one she was destined to be with....apparently you.”
“Ooohhh God.” That explained it all! She was his even before he touched her, tasted her! Male pride exploded in his chest and a deep satisfied growl rumbled from him.
All eyes turned towards the growling male in their midst.
“So she was special after all, it wasn’t Jon losing his mind?” Richie was so glad to hear that!
“No not at all. You see the coven calls creatures like her Enepsigos, strong humanlike creatures, fallen angels who appears in the shape of woman, the only creatures that can carry the seed of a vampire in her womb.”
“Fallen angels...” Jon murmured, his thoughts drifted back to the woman standing in the door with her tattered wings...Ironic.
“Ok this is getting waayyyy fucking freaky.” Richie tugged Ksenia into his warmth.
“She cannot be killed when a vampire feeds from her. That’s why she “died” and came to life again. Her body repaired itself. An Enepsigos are also known for their physic abilities and when they bond with a vampire, they tap into their thoughts, their emotions. An Enepsigos lives for her mate, that’s what she is made for. Her ancient bloodline created her to be this way.”
“Does she know she is physic?” Ksenia’s tiny voice quivered.
“I’m not sure. She might not realise it.”
“So do I get this right.... Jon is the only one that can impregnate her? And she is the only one that can carry his seed?” Tico puffed on his cigar.
Chimala shook her head.
“No, this is where it gets tricky. She can carry any vampire’s seed, any vampire that has sex with her during her fertile period. Vampires from the coven will never interfere with a blood bond between a vampire and his Enepsigos. But you need to heed my warning, Jon, rogue vampires will try to get to her as soon as they can pick up on her fertile state. The scent is quite strong and it will attract many unwanted visitors.”
“You’re fucking with me right?” Jon could feel the violence building in his intestines just by the thought of another man’s hands on Ciara.
“Why would they want to impregnate her?” Ksenia stared in horror at the red haired vampiress.
“A baby born from such a coupling is the strongest vampire known to the coven. The child is born a daywalker. So as you can see , an Enepsigos is a rare breed and it might take centuries before one is born. The coven cherishes an Enepsigos, protecting them fiercely. ”
“So if the rogues build an army of Daywalkers wouldn’t the covern want to kill the baby if it means a potential threat to them?”
“No we need them too. The covern needs them as Guardians to keep our bloodlines strong and pure, and to keep the rogues from impregnating the Enepsigos. Without these strong Guardians the coven will cease to exist.”
Silence fell over the room. There was so much to take in. There they thought Jon was going through some sort of obsession and in the meantime he had landed himself an Enepsigos, a bearer of vampires.
“Jon I need to warn you that if Ciara should fall pregnant, her body will be compromised. Her immune system lowers to accept the seed within her. She will be in greater danger of getting sick or even dying. Her body will compromise everything to protect the life within her.”
“Oh Jesus!” Jon was a bundle of fury. How did he get himself and Ciara into this mess? If she dies...he didn’t want to think about it. “How do I know, I haven’t impregnated her already.”
“She hasn’t ripened yet. A Enepsigos ripens every five years, starting in her 28th year. She is nearing her first ripening. The symptoms will show itself soon. You are going to have your hands full with her, Jon. Her body will overpower her mind, driving her to ensure that her womb carries a new life, she will seek a willing partner albeit a human or a vampire. Human seed will not survive in her womb, her body will reject it until she finds the seed of a vampire.”
“You telling me she is going to turn into a nymphomaniac?”
“Something like that, yes.” She flashed him a sultry grin. “Somehow I don’t think you will have a problem with that?”
“Fucking hell! What the hell did I do?! How long does this...eehh...ripening lasts? How do I know when she is ready?”
“About three months. As for her readiness, you will pick up on it immediately, trust me. Just keep an eye on her, you wouldn’t be able to miss is. You will be the only one to recognise it though. Humans are not sensitive to it at all. You and the rest of the vampire nation will see it, her scent , her attitude, her whole being.”
Jon groaned as if in pain.
“Three months of constant sex and guarding Ciara, my man. Are you up to it?” Richie’s cheeks were flushed. Talk of seed, nymphomaniacs and sex screwed with a man’s groin.
“Is there any other way to get around this shit?” He imagined himself twined with her delicious body 24/7 and no matter how tempting it was, it was just plain impossible. Was there no end to his shit?!
“As I said, killing her is the only way. She is your responsibility from now on. She needs your blood to thrive. Not as much as you gave her but she needs it and when she is pregnant , she’ll need it more often. Without the blood from her bonded male, she will lose the pregnancy and the risk of losing her life as well.”
“Are you ready to take on the responsibility of a bonded male?”
All eyes turned his way, waiting for the answer.
A shocked hush fell over the room. Everyone had a dumfounded look on their faces.
“He did what?” Richie cradled his wrist.
“He tied a life bond with this woman by sharing his blood with her. They will mate for life.”
“That sound so...so national geographic!” David huffed.
“So how the fuck did I get to do that? I’ve been married, why didn’t I bond with Dot?”
Chimala stared down at the sleeping form.
“Why don’t we take this somewhere else? All this blood has made me thirsty.” She eyes Richie’s wrist.
They entered Jon’s hotel room a few moments later.
Jon poured everyone a stiff drink.
Handing her a glass of red wine, he gritted.
“You haven’t answered my question.”
Her eyes flashed into his.
“This is all new to me too, ok? I’ve never in my life experienced it, only heard about it.”
“Fucking brilliant.” Jon cursed under his breath. “Trust me to do something so stupid.”
“You should have thought about it before you fed her from your vein. “
“I didn’t feed her, she bit me.” His lips turned into a crooked smile.
“OOhhhh! Too much info!” David cradled his ears with his palms.
“Don’t you want it then? The only way to end it is to kill her.” Chimala was testing him and he failed miserably.
Jon head snapped up, his hand raking through his blonde hair.
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding.”
“Ok woooaaaaa all of you. No one s going to kill Ciara.” Richie stepped between the two vampires.
Chimala settled onto the couch, her wine forgotten between her hands.
“The reason why you couldn’t bond with your wife is because Ciara is special. Rare species, definitely not easy to find.”
“Is she human?”
“To the naked eye, yes but there is much more to her. You’ve picked up on it without realising it. That’s why you were attracted to her from the first time you’ve met.”
“So you telling me this happened all by chance?”
“No not at all. She can only bond with the one she was destined to be with....apparently you.”
“Ooohhh God.” That explained it all! She was his even before he touched her, tasted her! Male pride exploded in his chest and a deep satisfied growl rumbled from him.
All eyes turned towards the growling male in their midst.
“So she was special after all, it wasn’t Jon losing his mind?” Richie was so glad to hear that!
“No not at all. You see the coven calls creatures like her Enepsigos, strong humanlike creatures, fallen angels who appears in the shape of woman, the only creatures that can carry the seed of a vampire in her womb.”
“Fallen angels...” Jon murmured, his thoughts drifted back to the woman standing in the door with her tattered wings...Ironic.
“Ok this is getting waayyyy fucking freaky.” Richie tugged Ksenia into his warmth.
“She cannot be killed when a vampire feeds from her. That’s why she “died” and came to life again. Her body repaired itself. An Enepsigos are also known for their physic abilities and when they bond with a vampire, they tap into their thoughts, their emotions. An Enepsigos lives for her mate, that’s what she is made for. Her ancient bloodline created her to be this way.”
“Does she know she is physic?” Ksenia’s tiny voice quivered.
“I’m not sure. She might not realise it.”
“So do I get this right.... Jon is the only one that can impregnate her? And she is the only one that can carry his seed?” Tico puffed on his cigar.
Chimala shook her head.
“No, this is where it gets tricky. She can carry any vampire’s seed, any vampire that has sex with her during her fertile period. Vampires from the coven will never interfere with a blood bond between a vampire and his Enepsigos. But you need to heed my warning, Jon, rogue vampires will try to get to her as soon as they can pick up on her fertile state. The scent is quite strong and it will attract many unwanted visitors.”
“You’re fucking with me right?” Jon could feel the violence building in his intestines just by the thought of another man’s hands on Ciara.
“Why would they want to impregnate her?” Ksenia stared in horror at the red haired vampiress.
“A baby born from such a coupling is the strongest vampire known to the coven. The child is born a daywalker. So as you can see , an Enepsigos is a rare breed and it might take centuries before one is born. The coven cherishes an Enepsigos, protecting them fiercely. ”
“So if the rogues build an army of Daywalkers wouldn’t the covern want to kill the baby if it means a potential threat to them?”
“No we need them too. The covern needs them as Guardians to keep our bloodlines strong and pure, and to keep the rogues from impregnating the Enepsigos. Without these strong Guardians the coven will cease to exist.”
Silence fell over the room. There was so much to take in. There they thought Jon was going through some sort of obsession and in the meantime he had landed himself an Enepsigos, a bearer of vampires.
“Jon I need to warn you that if Ciara should fall pregnant, her body will be compromised. Her immune system lowers to accept the seed within her. She will be in greater danger of getting sick or even dying. Her body will compromise everything to protect the life within her.”
“Oh Jesus!” Jon was a bundle of fury. How did he get himself and Ciara into this mess? If she dies...he didn’t want to think about it. “How do I know, I haven’t impregnated her already.”
“She hasn’t ripened yet. A Enepsigos ripens every five years, starting in her 28th year. She is nearing her first ripening. The symptoms will show itself soon. You are going to have your hands full with her, Jon. Her body will overpower her mind, driving her to ensure that her womb carries a new life, she will seek a willing partner albeit a human or a vampire. Human seed will not survive in her womb, her body will reject it until she finds the seed of a vampire.”
“You telling me she is going to turn into a nymphomaniac?”
“Something like that, yes.” She flashed him a sultry grin. “Somehow I don’t think you will have a problem with that?”
“Fucking hell! What the hell did I do?! How long does this...eehh...ripening lasts? How do I know when she is ready?”
“About three months. As for her readiness, you will pick up on it immediately, trust me. Just keep an eye on her, you wouldn’t be able to miss is. You will be the only one to recognise it though. Humans are not sensitive to it at all. You and the rest of the vampire nation will see it, her scent , her attitude, her whole being.”
Jon groaned as if in pain.
“Three months of constant sex and guarding Ciara, my man. Are you up to it?” Richie’s cheeks were flushed. Talk of seed, nymphomaniacs and sex screwed with a man’s groin.
“Is there any other way to get around this shit?” He imagined himself twined with her delicious body 24/7 and no matter how tempting it was, it was just plain impossible. Was there no end to his shit?!
“As I said, killing her is the only way. She is your responsibility from now on. She needs your blood to thrive. Not as much as you gave her but she needs it and when she is pregnant , she’ll need it more often. Without the blood from her bonded male, she will lose the pregnancy and the risk of losing her life as well.”
“Are you ready to take on the responsibility of a bonded male?”
All eyes turned his way, waiting for the answer.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Chapter 119
Chimala paled visibly.
Heads whipped from one woman to another.
“Do you know her Ksenia?” Richie moved to her side, pulling her into his side, he felt her trembling.
“She...she killed my brother.”
You could hear a needle fall...
“She was the vampire?” Jon stared in disbelief at the wide green eyes of the girl.
Ksenia turned cold eyes towards Jon.
“This explains why you are so much more advance in skills. You have her blood inside of you. She survived the treatment.” Was he mistaken by the look of disgust in her eyes as she looked at him?
“That I did.”
“And for that you had to kill an innocent child?” Tears spilled down Ksenia’s face.
“I was starving. Your sick professor fed us just enough to survive. Without the boy’s blood I wouldn’t have been able to escape.”
“I wish you had died.”
“Sorry to disappoint you darling.” Her smile was cold as death.
Ksenia screamed, her feet carrying her towards the malicious woman but Richie’s strong arms kept her tightly to his frame, leaving her dangling, clawing viciously in the air.
“You better keep your pet on a leash. I wont be held responsible if something goes wrong.”
“I won’t either. I’ll kill you right where you stand.” Jon’s eyes glittered dangerously.
“Always the human sympathiser. Will you ever learn?” She smiled at Jon.
“You have much to learn but we aint here for a lesson in humanity. I want to know what I can do to help Ciara.”
“Then I guess you have to take me to her.”
Jon inclined his head.
“Follow me.”
The whole entourage arrived at the hotel room. A silence fell over the apartment, all eyes on the red haired woman inching closer to the bed. Jon followed her step for step, his eyes watching her warily.
Ciara lay on her side, hugging a pillow, her pale features bringing home just how ill she was.
“Richie could you come here for a moment?”
He sidled up next to her.
“Yeah?”
“Hold out your hand, please.” Her eyes glinted in the low light.
He held out his outstretched hand.
“Sorry about this.” She swiped with her nail over his wrist, a dark line appearing immediately as his blood surfaced.
“Ouch fuck!” He stared at her in disbelief.
“Now lower you wrist towards her mouth.”
“Excuse me?” He gaped at her.
“Just do it.”
He bent lower, not sure what the hell was going to happen, so he braced himself.
All breaths ceased.
Jon was sitting on the bed, his palm flattened on Ciara’s slender hip.
“What you up to Chimala?” He was not about to watch as another man feed her his blood, he grimaced at the thought.
“Keep it close to her lips. Let her smell it.”
All eyes were glued to the still form on the bed.
Ciara stirred slightly. Jon leaned forward, his eyes taking on a darker hue as he concentrated on her lips.
“Hold it....” Chimala’s quiet voice insisted.
Groaning softly, her nose wrinkled. She brushed her nose into her pillow as if to rid her of an unwanted scent.
Chimala brushed Richie’s hand away and he almost collapsed with relief. His eyes flicked over his blue eyed fanged friend and he thanked his stars Ciara didn’t take to his scent. The possession in his eyes was outright ludicrous!
“Its your turn now.” Chimala’s eyes rested on Jon.
Jon brought his wrist to his mouth, biting down he groaned as his fangs sliced through his skin.
Crimson ink seeped through the punctures. Before Jon even lowered his wrist, Ciara stirred, her face turning upwards, her lungs gulping in the air.
The moment his wrist touched her lip, she sighed contently, suckling on his offering.
“Oh my God!” was the only few words the party seemed to muster.
“Thats enough for now. You’re going to make her sick again.” She tapped his arm to coax it from the girl’s mouth.
Chimala acknowledged a fully aroused vampire as she met his fanged state, feeling a twinge of jealousy.
“What does this mean?”
The laughter was gone from her attractive face.
“You my dear friend, bonded yourself to this woman.”
Heads whipped from one woman to another.
“Do you know her Ksenia?” Richie moved to her side, pulling her into his side, he felt her trembling.
“She...she killed my brother.”
You could hear a needle fall...
“She was the vampire?” Jon stared in disbelief at the wide green eyes of the girl.
Ksenia turned cold eyes towards Jon.
“This explains why you are so much more advance in skills. You have her blood inside of you. She survived the treatment.” Was he mistaken by the look of disgust in her eyes as she looked at him?
“That I did.”
“And for that you had to kill an innocent child?” Tears spilled down Ksenia’s face.
“I was starving. Your sick professor fed us just enough to survive. Without the boy’s blood I wouldn’t have been able to escape.”
“I wish you had died.”
“Sorry to disappoint you darling.” Her smile was cold as death.
Ksenia screamed, her feet carrying her towards the malicious woman but Richie’s strong arms kept her tightly to his frame, leaving her dangling, clawing viciously in the air.
“You better keep your pet on a leash. I wont be held responsible if something goes wrong.”
“I won’t either. I’ll kill you right where you stand.” Jon’s eyes glittered dangerously.
“Always the human sympathiser. Will you ever learn?” She smiled at Jon.
“You have much to learn but we aint here for a lesson in humanity. I want to know what I can do to help Ciara.”
“Then I guess you have to take me to her.”
Jon inclined his head.
“Follow me.”
The whole entourage arrived at the hotel room. A silence fell over the apartment, all eyes on the red haired woman inching closer to the bed. Jon followed her step for step, his eyes watching her warily.
Ciara lay on her side, hugging a pillow, her pale features bringing home just how ill she was.
“Richie could you come here for a moment?”
He sidled up next to her.
“Yeah?”
“Hold out your hand, please.” Her eyes glinted in the low light.
He held out his outstretched hand.
“Sorry about this.” She swiped with her nail over his wrist, a dark line appearing immediately as his blood surfaced.
“Ouch fuck!” He stared at her in disbelief.
“Now lower you wrist towards her mouth.”
“Excuse me?” He gaped at her.
“Just do it.”
He bent lower, not sure what the hell was going to happen, so he braced himself.
All breaths ceased.
Jon was sitting on the bed, his palm flattened on Ciara’s slender hip.
“What you up to Chimala?” He was not about to watch as another man feed her his blood, he grimaced at the thought.
“Keep it close to her lips. Let her smell it.”
All eyes were glued to the still form on the bed.
Ciara stirred slightly. Jon leaned forward, his eyes taking on a darker hue as he concentrated on her lips.
“Hold it....” Chimala’s quiet voice insisted.
Groaning softly, her nose wrinkled. She brushed her nose into her pillow as if to rid her of an unwanted scent.
Chimala brushed Richie’s hand away and he almost collapsed with relief. His eyes flicked over his blue eyed fanged friend and he thanked his stars Ciara didn’t take to his scent. The possession in his eyes was outright ludicrous!
“Its your turn now.” Chimala’s eyes rested on Jon.
Jon brought his wrist to his mouth, biting down he groaned as his fangs sliced through his skin.
Crimson ink seeped through the punctures. Before Jon even lowered his wrist, Ciara stirred, her face turning upwards, her lungs gulping in the air.
The moment his wrist touched her lip, she sighed contently, suckling on his offering.
“Oh my God!” was the only few words the party seemed to muster.
“Thats enough for now. You’re going to make her sick again.” She tapped his arm to coax it from the girl’s mouth.
Chimala acknowledged a fully aroused vampire as she met his fanged state, feeling a twinge of jealousy.
“What does this mean?”
The laughter was gone from her attractive face.
“You my dear friend, bonded yourself to this woman.”
Chapter 118
It wasn’t too difficult to find her. Bar...men...liquor.
“Well, well well look what we have here and as handsome as ever!” Her wild, red hair glittered, framing her dainty face, her copper eyes flashed in his, her smile showing a hint of fangs.
“You look as hot as always Chimala.”
Her fingernail tapped down his chest.
“Now why is it that when I see you there is trouble brewing?”
His baby blues flashed mischievously.
“I’m a bad boy, what can I say?”
“And an even worse vampire it seems.” Her hand raked through the blonde bangs on his head. “Never able to stay outta trouble.”
“Thats why your turned me. You knew I would guarantee some fun in your life.”
“Wise ass.” She nipped at his lower lip but stepped back immediately, watchfulness drifted the playfulness from her eyes.
“Have you met someone?”
His face searched hers.
“Why would you ask something like that?” Jon was intrigued.
She shook her head and her face disappeared between the wild red curls.
“Tell me why you are here.”
“I need your help.”
“Oh! Here we go again. What did you do this time?”
“Fuck knows. I hope you could help me with that.”
“Does this problem have a name?”
He nodded slowly, his handsome face lit up, driving the dark shadows from his face.
“Ciara.”
“Aahhhh...Just as I thought.”
~~
The men turned around, staring at the willowy redhead flaunting her curves so willingly.
“Still as sexy as ever and hhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm still smelling like heaven too.”
Richie smiled at the sniffing vampire so close to his throat.
“Hi little darlin’.”
“Haven’t changed your mind yet, have you?”
“No chance in hell Sweetheart.”
“Hmmmm...pity.”
“Stop flirting with my band. We have work to do.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk always straight to the point. You never have any fun.” She pouted prettily.
Jon smirked at her teasing.
“Its fun that got me here in the first place remember?”
She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively.
“Could I forget?” Her hands drop towards his jeans but he was quicker.
“Ah ah ah Chimala.”
“Spoilsport. So tell me about your Ciara.”
She settled down on a couch, her grace that of a feline. Keeping herself occupied with her blood red nails, she waved towards him.
“Go ahead. I’m listening.”
“Ok lets start at the beginning.”
“I saw her in a pub for the first time.”
“...and stalked her endlessy.” Richie rolled his eyes as he chirped in.
“I went to her Halloween party and yeah well....One thing let to another and I fed from her and couldn’t stop.”
“So you killed her, whats the problem?” Her eyes never left her nails.
“Thats just it. She didn’t die. Well she did for a little while...I think.”
Ciara’s hand stilled, her eyes snapped towards Jon.
“You think? Either she died or she didn’t. There is no in between.”
“She died. I held her in my arms. No heartbeat.”
“When did this happen?” Ciara was intrigued.
“A few months ago. She is here now, with us on tour.”
“You couldn’t stay away from her could you?”
Jon’s eyes locked with hers.
“No I can’t.”
“You don’t want to feed from anybody else but her?”
“Yeeaaaaah, and your point is?”
“Have you had sex with anyone else but her after you have met her?”
“No, don’t feel the need to.”
Chimala’s copper eyes turned a darker hue of taupe.
“What’s going on Chimala?”
She ignored his question.
“Why do you need me here?” She was fearful of his answer.
“I made her sick.”
Sagging her head back onto the couch, she groaned so throatily ever body in the house was covered with goosebumps.
“Answer me for fuck sake. Is she dying?”
Her eyes shot open, dark, crimson eyes.
“She drank your blood, didn’t she?”
Jon was about to confirm her answer when a loud gasp whipped from the door.
Ksenia swayed dangerously, her eyes swallowing her face.
“What are YOU doing here?”
“Well, well well look what we have here and as handsome as ever!” Her wild, red hair glittered, framing her dainty face, her copper eyes flashed in his, her smile showing a hint of fangs.
“You look as hot as always Chimala.”
Her fingernail tapped down his chest.
“Now why is it that when I see you there is trouble brewing?”
His baby blues flashed mischievously.
“I’m a bad boy, what can I say?”
“And an even worse vampire it seems.” Her hand raked through the blonde bangs on his head. “Never able to stay outta trouble.”
“Thats why your turned me. You knew I would guarantee some fun in your life.”
“Wise ass.” She nipped at his lower lip but stepped back immediately, watchfulness drifted the playfulness from her eyes.
“Have you met someone?”
His face searched hers.
“Why would you ask something like that?” Jon was intrigued.
She shook her head and her face disappeared between the wild red curls.
“Tell me why you are here.”
“I need your help.”
“Oh! Here we go again. What did you do this time?”
“Fuck knows. I hope you could help me with that.”
“Does this problem have a name?”
He nodded slowly, his handsome face lit up, driving the dark shadows from his face.
“Ciara.”
“Aahhhh...Just as I thought.”
~~
The men turned around, staring at the willowy redhead flaunting her curves so willingly.
“Still as sexy as ever and hhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm still smelling like heaven too.”
Richie smiled at the sniffing vampire so close to his throat.
“Hi little darlin’.”
“Haven’t changed your mind yet, have you?”
“No chance in hell Sweetheart.”
“Hmmmm...pity.”
“Stop flirting with my band. We have work to do.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk always straight to the point. You never have any fun.” She pouted prettily.
Jon smirked at her teasing.
“Its fun that got me here in the first place remember?”
She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively.
“Could I forget?” Her hands drop towards his jeans but he was quicker.
“Ah ah ah Chimala.”
“Spoilsport. So tell me about your Ciara.”
She settled down on a couch, her grace that of a feline. Keeping herself occupied with her blood red nails, she waved towards him.
“Go ahead. I’m listening.”
“Ok lets start at the beginning.”
“I saw her in a pub for the first time.”
“...and stalked her endlessy.” Richie rolled his eyes as he chirped in.
“I went to her Halloween party and yeah well....One thing let to another and I fed from her and couldn’t stop.”
“So you killed her, whats the problem?” Her eyes never left her nails.
“Thats just it. She didn’t die. Well she did for a little while...I think.”
Ciara’s hand stilled, her eyes snapped towards Jon.
“You think? Either she died or she didn’t. There is no in between.”
“She died. I held her in my arms. No heartbeat.”
“When did this happen?” Ciara was intrigued.
“A few months ago. She is here now, with us on tour.”
“You couldn’t stay away from her could you?”
Jon’s eyes locked with hers.
“No I can’t.”
“You don’t want to feed from anybody else but her?”
“Yeeaaaaah, and your point is?”
“Have you had sex with anyone else but her after you have met her?”
“No, don’t feel the need to.”
Chimala’s copper eyes turned a darker hue of taupe.
“What’s going on Chimala?”
She ignored his question.
“Why do you need me here?” She was fearful of his answer.
“I made her sick.”
Sagging her head back onto the couch, she groaned so throatily ever body in the house was covered with goosebumps.
“Answer me for fuck sake. Is she dying?”
Her eyes shot open, dark, crimson eyes.
“She drank your blood, didn’t she?”
Jon was about to confirm her answer when a loud gasp whipped from the door.
Ksenia swayed dangerously, her eyes swallowing her face.
“What are YOU doing here?”
Chapter 117
Ciara woke up with a start. Her stomach spasm so violently she almost didn’t make it to the bathroom.
Bright red liquid exited her mouth and she clamped the toilet bowl, hoping she will die soon.
She had a splitting headache slicing through her brain and her retching didn’t help a bit.
Dragging herself from the bathroom she inched her way back to bed.
She just needed to sleep. Just a little bit...
“Ciara?”
She struggled to open her eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Are you ok?”
“I feel sick.” She jack knifed from the bed, rushing towards the bathroom.
The stench of blood pricked goosebumps all over Ksenia’s skin.
“What in the hell?! Ciara you are vomiting blood! I’m going to call an ambulance.”
“Please no! No need to call the doctor. I’ll be fine.”
Ksenia’s panic vanished as anger settled in.
The bastard!
“I’ll be right back.”
The door to the hotel room burst open without so much as a knock.
“You have gone too far this time!”
Four men’s heads whipped towards the slender girl with murder in her eyes.
“What’s going on?” Three seemed to asked in unison except one.
“Why don’t you ask him?” She pointed accusingly towards Jon’s nonchalant form.
“Jon what the hell brother?”
He didn’t answer, his eyes shone with satisfaction, his frame reclined casually in the chair, his guitar cradled on his lap.
“Ciara is vomiting blood. Is that what you want?”
“She’s what?!” Richie was about to barge through the door. David had his fingers on the cellphone.
“Calm the fuck down, wont ya?”
Ksenia was so ready to slap the smirk from his face.
“Ciara drank from me last night. I guess she had too much?”
“Ok I’m missing something. Did you turn her? When? WHY?!” Tico smoky voice trembled with shock.
“She’s not a vampire but somehow she craves my blood. I let her drink from me last night but she wouldn’t stop.”
“We don’t even know what this is going to do to her and yet you let het drink? Fuck Jon! What the hell is the matter with you?!”
Jon stood up, placing his guitar on the table he made his way towards the door.
“I’ll make sure she is ok.” He left the gaping men behind with Ksenia hot on his heels.
“This is just fucking bizarre!” David’s curls bobbed as he tried to clear his mind.
“He said he would wait for Chimala to come. Fuck it! He said he’ll wait.” Richie stared at the empty doorway.
~~~
Ciara huddled over the toiletbowl, the shocking coldness of the porcelain helped for the flames threatening to scorch her face.
“Ciara are you ok baby?”
“Go away.” She turned her head from him and reached for the handle to flush the toilet.
Jon felt regret gnaw at his conscience when he saw her hugging the bowl so desperately.
“Lets get you into bed.”
“I’m just going to be here soon. I can just as well stay here.”
“No you can’t c’mon, honey.” He scooped her in his arms, marching towards her room.
Ksenia’s flaming face looked up from the bed as she replaced the bloody sheets with clean ones.
Ciara’s grey parlour woke some concern in Jon too and he brushed the curls from her face, testing her temperature with the back of his hand.
She was burning up!
Her green eyes slithered open, pain apparent in them.
“Could I get some painkillers, please? My head is splitting.”
“Sure honey. Ksenia will get it for you. I have to go somewhere but I will be back soon, k?”
She nodded, her eyes drifting close.
Ksenia marched behind him.
“And where the hell are you going?”
“I’m bringing someone that might be able to help her. I fucked it up, I’ll sort it.”
Bright red liquid exited her mouth and she clamped the toilet bowl, hoping she will die soon.
She had a splitting headache slicing through her brain and her retching didn’t help a bit.
Dragging herself from the bathroom she inched her way back to bed.
She just needed to sleep. Just a little bit...
“Ciara?”
She struggled to open her eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Are you ok?”
“I feel sick.” She jack knifed from the bed, rushing towards the bathroom.
The stench of blood pricked goosebumps all over Ksenia’s skin.
“What in the hell?! Ciara you are vomiting blood! I’m going to call an ambulance.”
“Please no! No need to call the doctor. I’ll be fine.”
Ksenia’s panic vanished as anger settled in.
The bastard!
“I’ll be right back.”
The door to the hotel room burst open without so much as a knock.
“You have gone too far this time!”
Four men’s heads whipped towards the slender girl with murder in her eyes.
“What’s going on?” Three seemed to asked in unison except one.
“Why don’t you ask him?” She pointed accusingly towards Jon’s nonchalant form.
“Jon what the hell brother?”
He didn’t answer, his eyes shone with satisfaction, his frame reclined casually in the chair, his guitar cradled on his lap.
“Ciara is vomiting blood. Is that what you want?”
“She’s what?!” Richie was about to barge through the door. David had his fingers on the cellphone.
“Calm the fuck down, wont ya?”
Ksenia was so ready to slap the smirk from his face.
“Ciara drank from me last night. I guess she had too much?”
“Ok I’m missing something. Did you turn her? When? WHY?!” Tico smoky voice trembled with shock.
“She’s not a vampire but somehow she craves my blood. I let her drink from me last night but she wouldn’t stop.”
“We don’t even know what this is going to do to her and yet you let het drink? Fuck Jon! What the hell is the matter with you?!”
Jon stood up, placing his guitar on the table he made his way towards the door.
“I’ll make sure she is ok.” He left the gaping men behind with Ksenia hot on his heels.
“This is just fucking bizarre!” David’s curls bobbed as he tried to clear his mind.
“He said he would wait for Chimala to come. Fuck it! He said he’ll wait.” Richie stared at the empty doorway.
~~~
Ciara huddled over the toiletbowl, the shocking coldness of the porcelain helped for the flames threatening to scorch her face.
“Ciara are you ok baby?”
“Go away.” She turned her head from him and reached for the handle to flush the toilet.
Jon felt regret gnaw at his conscience when he saw her hugging the bowl so desperately.
“Lets get you into bed.”
“I’m just going to be here soon. I can just as well stay here.”
“No you can’t c’mon, honey.” He scooped her in his arms, marching towards her room.
Ksenia’s flaming face looked up from the bed as she replaced the bloody sheets with clean ones.
Ciara’s grey parlour woke some concern in Jon too and he brushed the curls from her face, testing her temperature with the back of his hand.
She was burning up!
Her green eyes slithered open, pain apparent in them.
“Could I get some painkillers, please? My head is splitting.”
“Sure honey. Ksenia will get it for you. I have to go somewhere but I will be back soon, k?”
She nodded, her eyes drifting close.
Ksenia marched behind him.
“And where the hell are you going?”
“I’m bringing someone that might be able to help her. I fucked it up, I’ll sort it.”
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