I stared into his beautiful yet tortured face and despite the anger in his eyes I could see something behind them, something that tugged at my heart. I reached out and placed my hands against his chest and closed my eyes. Immediately flashes of images filled my head. These weren’t visions of things to come, I could tell. No, these were of events that had already been.
Adrian looked different. He was vampire so he wasn’t younger, at least not in appearance. He was just different and that was largely due to his hair which hung down his back in a long ponytail to his waist. His expression looked wild, uncontrolled, nothing like the man I was used to; the man who seemed to keep himself under some strict restraint all the time. I suspected this was him as a relatively new vampire.
The images kept jumping, skipping times and events but they stopped for a moment and I watched as he fed from a young man. I watched as that young man’s knees buckled and he slipped to the ground, his skin ashen coloured. My heart fluttered when I realised the young man lying on the ground was the young man I’d seen Adrian with in my visions. He had been in that house where the old woman was too yet he was clearly vampire. I’d seen him feeding off Adrian.
Again the image jumped and I saw a frantic Adrian desperately trying to save the man he’d drained of blood. I could see the fear on his face and my heart ached for him. He looked so scared, so alone.
With a flash of light I got another insight into his life and saw him feeding the woman in the wheelchair. The young man he’d accidently killed and turned vampire was there, his fangs descended his expression half crazed, as he watched the crippled woman. I could see the resemblance between the woman and young man and the pieces of Adrian’s life began to fall into place. Those building blocks of his life showing me what had happened to make the man or vampire. Each flash of colour in my head, each fragment of his memories that played out in my mind had contributed to making him what he was today.
I could understand the torment that seemed to be like a permanent shadow behind his eyes. He was driven by the guilt that he had to face every day and the constant reminder of them fuelled his guilt. Poor Adrian had quite the weight to carry around on his shoulders.
I removed my hands from Adrian’s chest and stared up at him my heart aching for him. He was not the bad person he thought he was. He’d made a terrible mistake, and he would pay for it for eternity, but the fact that he cared enough to take care of the people whose lives he’d changed due to his one reckless mistake, proved he was not evil.
I continued to stare at him, wanting so badly to comfort him but his expression changed from wary to angry and he shoved past me to step out of the shower.
As he towelled himself dry, his body clearly showing his anger and frustration he turned to me again. “Stay the fuck away from me Faith. Don’t you dare tell anyone about what you see in your fucking visions. You think you know me? You think what you see shows you the kind of man I am? You have no idea little girl. No...fucking...idea.”
I watched as he stormed out of the bathroom and I stepped out of the shower, turning off the water before hastily drying myself. I tied the towel around my body and wrapped another one over my hair before walking into Adrian’s bedroom. He was pulling on black leather pants and a black leather vest, no shirt. He looked magnificent, so tall, strong, so controlled but he wasn’t completely. I could see the agitation in his movements and the glance he shot at me was still filled with anger.
“Are you a Dom or something like that?” I couldn’t help asking.
“What do you know about Dominant and Submissive relationships Faith? You’re a virgin, you have no sexual experience.” He walked past me again on his way to the bathroom and I inhaled that beautiful scent of his as he passed.
I followed him watching as he brushed his wet hair back and fastened it in a ponytail. When his eyes met mine he sighed. “I’m not a fucking Dom. I’m a male prostitute, gigolo, call it what you like. I give women what they want in exchange for money. It works out nicely. I like the money, they like what I do for them, and I can get blood from them too. Don’t feel sorry for me Faith. You wear your emotions for everyone to see. I made this life for myself and it’s not so bad. I’m dressed like this because the client I’m going to see tonight likes me like this. She wants me to dominate her; she wants everything I can give her.” He left the bathroom and headed into his walk in robe, emerging with a short leather jacket. “I have to go, I have to be somewhere. You can let yourself out of my bedroom and don’t be here when I get home.”
“Are you going to see your son?” I asked and Adrian froze mid stride before turning and walking back to me, his hand closing around my neck but not as tightly as he had in the shower.
“You are not to mention him. You don’t fucking talk about anything that is not yours or anyone else’s concern.” His voice was quiet but I could hear the underlying fury in his tone. Now stay the fuck out of my life.” He spat, releasing me so suddenly I stumbled back and I could do little but watch helplessly as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Chapter Five
Adrian
Adrian had a hard time controlling his rage when he left his room and he groaned at the sight of his parents entering the house and walking down the hall towards him. There was no way to avoid them.
“Are you going out now my son?” Fabian asked.
“Yes Father. I will be gone all night.”
“Are you ok?” Sirene’s expression showed concern.
“I’m ok Mother, don’t worry. It’s just…it’s that bloody woman, Flame’s sister. Get her to put a damn leash on her. I found her in my fucking bed wearing my shirt. She’s got this stupid romantic nonsense in her head that we’re meant to be together. I don’t need this crap. Good night.” He dropped his head to kiss his mother’s cheek.
“Did you take her virginity?” His father asked quietly as he started to walk away.
Adrian spun around angrily to face him. “How could you even ask me that Father? Of course I haven’t. I won’t fuck a virgin. She deserves better than me.” With those words, he turned and with long rapid strides headed for the front door and out of the house.
He didn’t take his Trans Am tonight, not to Donna’s. He needed a more low profile vehicle when going to her home. She lived in an expensive area by the harbour and it was imperative that he didn’t draw attention to himself in any way. He’d been servicing Donna long enough to care about the impact he had in her life. She was miserable in her marriage but she still wanted to portray the image of a devoted wife to the outside world. He had to be particularly discrete when calling on her. With that in mind he walked to the Mercedes and climbed in, started it up and pulled out of the driveway.
Faith
After dealing with one very angry vampire in Adrian I just wanted to get back to my room and get dressed. I wanted to go after him. No, I needed to go after him. Stubborn man wouldn’t listen to me. I wanted to help him. For a long time he’d been dealing with the burden of his guilt over what he’d done to that young man, Lucas I think his name was. I needed him to understand it was ok and that I could help him, be there for him. I also needed him to realise I’d been serious about him becoming my teacher. I wanted him to teach me, I wanted him to be the one to take my virginity.
I’d just made it back to my room, found a place to hide the tissue that had Adrian’s hair tucked away in it and was getting dressed when there was a knock at my door. I tensed up wondering who it was but knowing it couldn’t be Adrian. He’d left to go and do all sorts of things I didn’t want to think about to that woman.
“Come in.” I called, bracing myself for my visitor but when I saw Flame enter my bedroom I smiled at her, happy to see her. I’d only found out very recently that I had a sister. She was my half-sister as we’d shared the same father but different mothers. Our father had been a bastard but he was dead now. In a showdown in the dungeon of Fabian’s home, Flame’s own mother had shot him dead before turning the gun on
herself. I’d been left homeless so the vampires took me in. It was nice to have somewhere to live but it was a rocky ride being in this house with Adrian. I was beginning to wonder if I’d ever win him over.
“Hey sweetie, how are you doing?”
“I’m fine. I need to go out. Will I be able to borrow a car? I need to go and get my things from the van and I need food. There’s not exactly much to eat in this house.” I shot a smile at Flame, trying to hide my real intentions from her.
“Are you sure that’s all you’re going to be doing?” She asked and when I met her eyes, I could see that knowing look in hers.
“That’s it, I swear. I…I...you don’t have to worry about me and Adrian. I know he’s not interested. He made that perfectly clear tonight. He can be so nice but so mean too.”
“He’s vampire Faith, moody and bad tempered come with the territory, plus he’s always been the dark and mysterious one. I don’t know what’s going on with him. No one does but sweetie, don’t fall for him. You need a nice young man who can give you the life you deserve. Adrian’s not for you. I don’t want to hurt you but do you really want to chase after a man who keeps pushing you away? Has he tried to have sex with you? Has he kissed you or more importantly, has he fed from you?”
“No.” I said quietly. “He hasn’t but you don’t understand.” I raised my eyes to Flame’s. “I keep having visions with him in them and I’m in them. The one I had the other night we were having…” I stopped abruptly, colour flooding my cheeks.
“Sex, is that what you were going to say. You’re having sex with him in your visions? What else do you see in these visions of yours?”
“Nothing Flame; I don’t normally talk about my visions with anyone but the person in them. I’ve had so many with Adrian and he’s always holding me and kissing me. He tells me he loves me.”
“Oh sweetie, are you sure it’s not just your subconscious desperately wanting someone to love you? I know you lost your mum when you were young and you grew up in foster homes. You never had anyone to really love you since your mother died. It’s wonderful to have found you, to have a sister and Fabian’s happy to give you a home here but don’t go filling your head with romantic visions of Adrian. I...when things were bad after I was turned vampire, I had a couple of encounters with him. The man is extremely commanding. He’s very controlled. He’s not an easy person to get close to I suspect. He’s always coming and going from here and no one really knows what he gets up to and he’s not exactly one for sharing anything about himself. He does know what women want though. I’ll give him that.” She smiled. “He’s…experienced Faith but seriously, he’s not for you. You can’t plan a life with a vampire and you’re human. You’re a virgin too and hasn’t Adrian made it clear he won’t take your virginity?”
“I’m tired of my fucking virginity.” I swore angrily. Swearing wasn’t something I normally did much of, but I was getting tired of everyone including Adrian trying to deter me from getting involved with him. I was tired of my virginity being the stumbling block for him perhaps touching me sexually.
“I’m sorry Flame. I’m hungry; I really need to go out. Can I take one of the cars?”
“Yes, but I wish you’d talk to me. I suspect there’s a lot more going on inside that pretty head of yours. We’ll talk again soon. Damien and I need to go out to hunt.” She pulled me into her arms and I noticed she smelled good too. It had to be a vampire thing. “Don’t do anything silly now will you?”
I shook my head, forcing myself to meet her eyes when she pulled back to look at me. “I won’t, I just want to get my things and food. I need to make some money soon so I can buy clothes. I don’t have much unfortunately. A lot of my things got left behind when our father got kicked out of the house we’d been staying in.”
“You don’t need to worry about money. I’ve transferred some into your account and so has Fabian. We want you to be comfortable and safe. Go and work if you want to, but you can take your time and not have to worry about money, ok?”
I stared at my sister in shock. “Why did you give me money? You didn’t need to do that Flame and Fabian, why would he give me money?”
Flame laughed softly. “It seems he has a soft spot for you. You have a way about you that makes people want to do things for you. You are sweet and loving. Enjoy it because from what I’ve heard about Fabian, he’s not normally nice at all.”
“Thank you for all you’ve done for me and I will thank Fabian too when I see him.” I gave her a quick hug but now I wanted her to leave so I could get out of the house and do what I wanted to. I also needed to be alone for a while because inside, secretly I was angry, so angry. I was tired of people treating me like I needed to be taken care of. I didn’t want to be sweet and kind. I wanted to be sexy, hot, but most importantly, I wanted Adrian to want me.
I hugged my sister one more time and as soon as she left the room, I hastily pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, about all I had to wear that was clean and after stepping into a pair of flat shoes, I hurried from my room and towards the front door of the house. It was eerily quiet so everyone appeared to have left which was a relief.
When I got to the front door, I was confronted by a selection of keys hanging on a row of hooks and I hesitated over which key to take. Fortunately they were all labelled with the car they were for. After going through the selection, in a fit of defiance I plucked the key from the hook for Adrian’s black Trans Am. He’d probably kill me since the damn car seemed to be the only thing that meant anything to him but I wanted to get his attention and taking his car should do it.
I rushed out the door, climbed into the car with my heart pounding and started it up. The loud rumbling V8 made me smile. It was definitely going to get me noticed in this thing. I reversed down the driveway and yanked the transmission into drive. Planting my foot on the accelerator until it hit the floor, I laughed at the throaty revving of the engine, followed by the squeal of tyres before the car suddenly took off down the road.
Adrian
“Oh please Adrian darling.” Adrian lifted his head from Donna’s shoulder at her husky cry.
“Don’t you dare come until I give you permission to do so.” He warned the tiny auburn haired woman who was on all fours, back arched as he fucked her. He could feel the pressure, the excruciatingly pleasurable tightness as he thrust into her soaked cunt. She was like a vice around him, not only from her own muscles gripping him but the butt plug up her ass made her feel even tighter. Every stroke of his cock and he’d feel it inside her, and with every thrust he slammed against her, knowing that it was causing the plug to shift effectively heightening her pleasure. Fuck the woman was an animal. He’d already made her come five times and still she wasn’t fully sated.
He knew that warning her not to come wouldn’t work. She always ended up coming when he told her not to. “I can feel your cunt getting clingy and needy with me Donna. You’re making my balls wet, you’re so close to coming aren’t you?” He dropped his head to speak close to her ear. “You know what will happen if you come, I will punish you. Is that what you want my greedy little whore? Do you want me to spank you because I will if you disobey me?”
“No, no, don’t spank me I’ll be good, I won’t come, I promise.” She gasped and Adrian grinned before driving hard into her. She screamed loudly and he felt the wash of her release around his cock, drenching his balls as she came with as much enthusiasm as she had the other five times.
“Oh you naughty, naughty whore, you disobeyed me.” He ground out in her ear as he still continued to thrust into her, his movements slower, more relaxed now she’d come. “What happens to naughty whores who don’t do as they’re told?”
“They get punished.” She moaned and her moan turned to a scream that pierced the air when his hand came down hard on her left buttock. The sound of his palm meeting the fleshy curve of her ass like a gun shot.
Her whole body jerked and Adrian grabbed her hair which he’d made her put up in a ponytail. He
fisted it, pulling hard enough to force her head back towards him, her neck arched under the strain of the grip he had on her hair.
“I think you like this don’t you? Your cunt is so fucking wet but that’s because you disobeyed me didn’t you?” He brought his hand down hard on her right buttock, before running his palm almost soothingly over the skin which was already turning pink. It took so little to put some colour in her cheeks, the cheeks of her ass that was. “Such a pretty shade of pink my little whore.” He whispered in her ear before straightening again.
Five more times his hand made contact with her buttocks and when her skin was glowing red, he decided she had been punished appropriately, he slammed into her, hard, fast, unrelenting until she screamed and came again. Hastily he pulled out of her, removed the butt plug and flipped her limp body over so she was lying on her back. He crawled over her until his cock was poised above her parted lips as she sucked in some much needed air after coming for the seventh time.
“Open up for me because now I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours and you’re going to take all of me aren’t you?” He asked and she nodded as she stared up at him, her eyelids heavy. He raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re not going to fall asleep on me are you? Not until you give me what I want. I’ve made you come seven times so it’s my turn now.”
When she parted her lips for him, he pushed his heavy, engorged cock inside her, feeling her warm and wet mouth tighten around him. God, he needed this. It was always brutal servicing Donna. She was insatiable and he had to stay hard for so many hours his balls were blue. He was aching for his release and slowly at first; he began to move thrusting into her until he brushed the back of her throat. He then retreated until just the head of his cock was still between her lips and repeated the process, enjoying the feeling of being taken by her sweet mouth.
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