Bloodlines Trilogy

by J. Thiele

  Pearce scoffed when he noted the compassion in Damon’s eyes “Humph! And they call you a monster. Fuck him! The bastard deserved everything he got. And as far as I’m concerned, the case can stay on ice till all hell freezes over. Not like it’s the only cold case this city has.”

  “Explains your demon chasing then doesn’t it?” Rick concluded from the back ground looking at Kara with understanding.

  * * * * *

  Suddenly a high pitch scream startled them all to their feet. It was Rose. She had just vacated the spare room and was coming into the living area. As she exited the short hall, movement on the landing caught Casey's eye. When her eyes focused on the figure in the darkness she became aware that it was Victor. He’d tracked the scent from the warehouse in just a few hours, and had been staring in disgust at the intimacy his prodigy had formed with the humans.

  “Stay calm, he is of no threat whilst he is on the other side of the glass.” Damon assured them, as he stood shielding Kara from his makers view.

  Casey looked at the grey face of the man standing at her back door, intrigued at the prospect of him being Damon’s creator. He was considerably handsome as men go, but he looked slightly younger than Damon. It was hard for her to fathom that the relatively young looking face was almost twelve hundred years old. She stepped forward to take a closer look at the colour of his eyes, Victor smiled at her and she became entranced by his hypnotic gaze. Her hand reached for the door in preparation to open it and allow him access.

  Like lightning she was pulled away and her face averted from his ogling stare.

  Damon stood before his master in a defiant stance, and Victors smile turned to an enraged look of fury.

  “I will not tolerate your behaviour!” An eerie voice spoke out. “You will pay dearly for your insubordinate actions!” he looked over his shoulder and noticed the sun’s rays were beginning to peep over the surrounding buildings. “This hour is yours, but don’t get complacent, I will return.” Then in an instant, he was gone.

  “I must find sanctuary as well; I will burn in the light of day.” Damon said, as he too noticed the sun was rising fast.

  “The spare room is safe for you; all the windows have been blackened.” Rose assured him.

  “You might as well get some rest while you can.” she went on.

  “There is much to do. He will return. We must prepare.” Damon responded.

  Rick had a hold of Casey, who was still shaken that she’d been lured so easily into Victors gaze. “I think we all need a little sleep.” Rick protested.

  “I agree.” Pearce spoke up, “I don’t know about you vamps, but we humans need a little shut eye in order to refill our tanks.”

  “None of you are safe. He knows all of you already.” Damon informed them. “He will track you to your homes.”

  “Yeah well, you let us worry about that. We know to lock the doors and windows, avoid eye contact and don’t invite strangers into the house at night.” Pearce said defiantly. “We can’t stay holed up here. Besides we’re safe during the daylight hours aren’t we?”

  Ray butted in, “Nu Uh I’m staying here. One of them has already worked her way into my joint, Fuck knows who she invited in before she was turned to dusted.”

  “I have a wife that I haven’t seen for two days, I’d like to see how much my kids have grown in that time.” Rick added, “I’ll protect my fort, get some sleep, then I’ll come back.” He told them.

  Kara and Ray stayed with Casey and Damon, while Rick and Pearce returned to their own homes for some much needed rest. They had agreed to return before nightfall with some more supplies.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Ray had taken up his usual occupancy on Casey’s couch; Damon retreated to the spare room with Casey’s laptop for company. By the time Casey had showered and gone to her room, Kara was already asleep. Casey estimated that she must be about ten years her senior going by the story Damon shared earlier. ‘She must have fast tracked her education.’ She thought. ‘She’s really just a kid, and I so shouldn’t be having devious thoughts about her.’ She climbed gently into the bed and rolled on her side, facing away from the beauty that lay beside her, in an attempt to discourage her mind and hands from wandering to the other side of the bed.

  She had just settled in when she felt a stirring behind her, then suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist and rested where it landed. Casey’s eyes widened and her breathing paused. ‘She’s asleep that’s all, you dumb broad. Don’t go getting any ideas.’ She chastised herself.

  Kara then tucked herself in closer to Casey’s rear. The closeness made Casey’s pussy throb as she felt Kara’s breath on her neck. Then all of a sudden Kara’s hand slid down Casey’s flat stomach towards her panty line. She rolled over to see Kara was wide awake and fully aware of what she was doing.

  “Please don’t tell me stop,” She whispered.

  Casey reached over and pulled Kara’s face to hers kissing her with a passion she’d forgotten she even had.

  She pushed Kara onto her back, rolling with her so she was on top. She kissed her again then trailed her lips down to her breasts. Kara lifted her top to give Casey access to her hardened nipples. She sucked one into her mouth and began flicking it with her tongue, as her hand ventured down below the elastic of her underwear and her nails skimmed Kara’s waxed purse. Kara shivered as Casey whispered, “Tell me what you want me to do?” her hand pausing to give her new lover time to think.

  “Taste me,” she replied as her hand covered Casey’s, from the outside of her underwear. She ground herself against Casey’s palm as she felt her juices coating her smooth lips in anticipation of Casey’s mouth covering her swollen bundle of nerves. Casey moaned around Kara’s plump cherry as her hand became slippery and moist. Her own body hummed with delight at how Kara responded to her touch. She gracefully lowered herself in-between Kara’s thighs to lift both ankles to her chest. She slid her hands down from behind Kara’s knees pushing them to raise the curve of her ass off the bed. Her hands cupped her buttocks before her nails turned inwards to collect the offending scrap of material. She skimmed it over her globes and down her thighs, watching as Kara’s muscles in her stomach quivered.

  Casey was getting herself worked up with the excitement of discovery, it was like a drug and she’d forgotten how addictive the sensations were. Casey positioned Kara’s legs on her shoulders and lowered her head to smile as Kara gasped. Casey flattened her tongue and licked with a catlike swipe, before burying her tongue between glistening wet folds. She circled Kara’s easily discernible swollen bud, round and round, then side to side over the exposed head. The closer Kara climbed to the edge of ecstasy the more her clit peaked out from under the hood.

  “That’s it baby, just like that. Fuck! Don’t stop… Please don’t stop!” Kara tried to meet Casey’s ministration but she was pinned to the bed unable to get closer to the torturous pleasure. She whimpered with the need to cum, her body was on fire. The souls of her feet were tingling and she’d never experienced this kind of touch before. The power and energy of her approaching orgasm deafened her, as Casey slid two fingers inside her aching pussy and the walls of her well tumbled down. Casey curled her fingertips and aimed for Kara’s G-Spot as gush after gush quenched her thirst. “Oh My God… Oh My God! What the fuck was that?” Casey rose to kiss Kara as her body continued to pulse from the most intense climax of her life.

  Kara recovered quickly, “I wanna feel you lose control, I think we both need this. Let me fuck you.” she asked nipping Casey’s bottom lip. Casey was reluctant to hand over the reins but too horny to deny her own desire. Kara’s tongue poked out to lick along Casey’s stubborn mouth to catch her moan of submission. “Do you have a vibrator or a dildo?” Kara asked softly.

  Casey retrieved her weapon of pleasure from the draw beside the bed and placed it into Kara’s waiting hand. She wriggled up to lean her back against the head of the bed. Casey watched as Kara clenched the dildo between her thighs and cr
ossed her outstretched ankles, locking it in position. “Come to me Casey let me give you what you need.” Casey stood on the bed to squat over Kara’s lap, “God your beautiful Case. That’s it baby feed that hungry cat.” Casey bit her bottom lip as she aligned herself. ‘Fuck I’ve never been this turned on.’ she thought as her body was filled in one thrust. Kara’s hands took purchase of Casey’s hips, as Casey grabbed the headboard gritting her teeth. Kara captured one of Casey’s sensitive nipples between her lips at the same time as she ran her right hand to Casey’s juncture. Casey groaned from the sensory overload as Kara’s thumb found her throbbing clit. Casey’s body was wound so tight, she started to ride the waves as her body screamed for release. She collapsed to her knees, sinking into the mattress for a deeper penetration, Kara’s free hand gently pinched Casey’s neglected nipple at the same time as she pinched her clit setting off fireworks and explosions throughout Casey’s entire body. “Fuck me!” she cried as her inner muscle clamped with an intensity that made her see stars. Kara let out her own muffled sounds as a second orgasm wracked her body too. Casey fell sideways dismounting Kara’s lap, she watched as Kara opened her legs, lifted the dildo to her lips and ran her tongue around the tip. Kara’s free hand slid down to her own wet snatch to collect their combined juiced then sucked her fingers clean. Casey’s eyes flared knowing the beautiful woman sharing her bed could be very dangerous to her sanity. Not wanting to make the situation heavy, she yawned, her body becoming lethargic with satisfaction. She would worry about the details when she woke up. She thought as they both fell asleep with the sun peeking between the dark curtains.

  * * * * *

  It was just after two thirty in the afternoon when Casey woke to find the bed beside her empty. She slipped on some shorts and a T-shirt and headed for the kitchen. Ray was watching Damon’s hands glide across the keyboard of Casey’s laptop.

  “Where’s Kara?” she asked.

  “Gone to get something, she said she’d be back in about an hour.” Ray told her

  “When was that?”

  “Hmm, about an hour ago.” Ray responded.

  “So what are you two doing?”

  “Research.” They replied simultaneously.

  Casey peered over Damon’s shoulder to see images of cages, laser beams and all sorts of other weird devices that resembled traps and prisms she’d never seen before.

  A knock at the door took her away before she was able to ask another question. It was Pearce and Rose, carrying yet another bag and a large cardboard box.

  “Here.” he said “try some of this on for size. He emptied the contents of the bag onto the table. Jewellery of all descriptions fell out everywhere.

  “Christmas shopping?” Casey asked with a tilt of her head.

  “Evidence from the evidence locker,” He replied. “They won’t even notice it’s gone. Besides it was taken for specific police business. It’s all in the line of duty. Now find something pretty and suit up. You too princess,” he instructed Ray. “This is one thing we know will keep us all safe, even if he does get in.”

  “What’s in the box?” Casey asked.

  “Oh that’s for the Count here. Hope this is what you were asking for?” He handed Damon an electrical device that looked like a mechanics torch for working under cars.

  “Thank you, it should do for our experiment. Will you plug it in Raymond?”

  Ray did as he was asked, happy to feel like he was doing something important again.

  “I am unaware of what will happen, so I shall ask you all to stand back.” He instructed. It soon became obvious that the devise was some sort of ultraviolet light. The blue light illuminated Damon’s face as he prepared to test his own body against its rays.

  “What the fuck are you going to do with that?” Casey demanded.

  “Case, we need to test his theories.” Ray informed her.

  “Not on him we don’t.” she stepped toward Damon when Ray grabbed her waist and held her back. Without hesitation Damon took hold of the light with his bare hands. The lights in the living room almost short-circuited before resuming their normal glow. Ray raced to turn the light off at the power source. Damon’s hand was charred and he slumped back in his seat.

  “I think it will work.” He announced.

  “Work? What the fuck was that about?” Casey snarled, pointing a hostile finger at the device.

  Just then Kara walked back into the apartment. She had groceries and a large brown paper bag that she handed to Damon. “Thought you might be getting hungry.”

  Damon opened the bag and pulled out a pouch of fresh blood from the blood bank. He thanked her and proceeded to drain one of them as though it were a juice pack in a child’s lunch box.

  He looked at his hands that were now starting to heal since his supply of nourishment had been replenished.

  “Okay, so we can turn your hands to toast, but how is that going to help us with Victor?” Casey asked.

  “He’s been awake all day Case, working on a plan. A trap.” Ray told her.

  “Yes, but I will need the help of detective Aspley.” Damon added.

  “Rick? Why Rick? Can’t we help?” Casey felt besmirched.

  “Can you weld?” Damon asked.

  “What makes you so sure Rick can?” she questioned.

  “His father was an engineer,” Damon told her. “It was his wishes that Mr Aspley follow his father’s footsteps into that trade. Your friend was holing a welding iron while you were still playing with paper dolls detective. But the young Mr Aspley had other goals in his life, and here he is now a well-respected detective in a well-respected city. I researched his past along with the rest of you while you slept. It is important to know the devil you sleep with, would you not agree?”

  Casey blushed as she shot a glance in Kara’s direction.

  Rick arrived with a bang and a clutter as he wheeled in a gas cylinder and a welder’s mask and gloves.

  “I’ve got steel rods in the back of my pick up.” He announced.

  “Have you all been powwowing while I’ve been asleep?” Casey wanted to know. “Will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?”

  It didn’t take long for Damon to fill Casey in on the plans. She looked around at her small apartment “You can’t do that here, there’s not enough room.”

  The team also took a look around at the shrinking space around them.

  “She’s right you know.” Pearce agreed.

  “We must go back to my place. It is secure, and large enough to accommodate you all. But it is getting too late in the afternoon now we must stay here one more night. And start early tomorrow.” Damon established. “But the ultraviolet lights are going to be our biggest obstacle.”

  “No they're not,” Ray spoke up. “I used to knock around with a woman who owned a tanning salon. Since the tanning beds lost their appeal due to health risks, she has no use for them. They collect dust in the back of her garage. I’m pretty sure she’d even pay us to take them away.” she rolled her eyes to exaggerate her point.

  Casey shook her head, “Is there a woman in this city that you haven’t … ‘knocked around’ with?”

  Damon spoke before the conversation of Rays sex life took over, “Excellent young Ray. Detective Aspley would you go with him and assist him in taking them to my abode. You must hurry and return before…”

  “Yeah night fall, we know. C’mon Valentino.” Rick said slapping Ray on the back. “We’d better hurry, we only have a few hours.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Kara escorted Damon to the warehouse just as daylight was breaking. Rick and Ray followed with another tanning bed on the back of Ricks pick up.

  “Hey, what’s a detective like you need with a pick up?” Rays curiosity got the better of him.

  Rick looked over his shoulder at the cargo on the back of the truck. “Are you serious? How else would we have gotten the tanning beds to the warehouse?” Rick smiled. “Seriously, it was my fathers, he used it a lot in h
is trade. Dad passed away last year and I haven’t had the heart to get rid of his truck.” he patted the dashboard fondly.

  “Just as well,” Ray said as they pulled up alongside the beds they had delivered the previous day.

  Once all the equipment was inside the team worked tirelessly to prepare for the return of Victor.

  Damon instructed the women to link as many sterling silver chains together using the clasps to form a net.

  “With these little chains? They won’t hold a man for long.” Rose declared, holding up a handful from the pile on the table.

  “Madam, they are not designed to hold a man.” He picked one up and demonstrated his fingertips smouldering at the touch. “They are to hold a vampire.” He dropped the chain and allowed his fingers to heal. “They do not have to be strong, just effective.”

  Rose’s nose scrunched and her top lip curled at the foul smell. She promptly took up some chains and began connecting them as requested.

  He led Rick and Ray back down to the cellar, where Rick began welding the rods in place along every wall. Forming an enclosure, that resembled a cage the taking up the entire size of the room as well as the passage that led to the upstairs living area.

  “The steel alone will not hold him.” Damon said as he instructed Ray to coat the bars with the silver he’d been melting down over a coal fire.

  Pearce was carefully dismantling the tanning beds. “I think we’re going to need a lot more of these.” He informed Damon, who was beginning to tire. He had not rested for almost three days and the diet of bottled blood he now existing on, did not give him the same sustenance as blood that came fresh from the source.