Misty

by M. Garnet

  She sat in shock. She didn’t know what to say or how to process what he was saying. On top of the whole threat of this Vampire biting her was a heat forming inside her. What the hell was wrong with her? It must be something he was doing, because she couldn’t believe that she actually was being turned on by the thought of having sex with him. “What if I don’t want to have sex with you?”

  He looked over at her. “Who are you trying to convince, me or you?” Then his eyes were back on the road.

  She sat and just allowed panic to take over. She thought of every scenario she could run through her mind, but none got her out of this mess. She just knew that she didn’t want to end up in some old moss covered mansion in New Orleans with this Vampire, because she had a feeling that if anyone could make her scream in pleasure, it would be him, and she didn’t want to get into that situation.

  The scenery had become heavy with pine tree forests and very little habitat. Traffic started piling up and as they came over a small hill there were lots of emergency lights. There were cop cars, and a couple of big rigs off to one side. There were flares and all vehicles were being funneled into one lane.

  Suddenly she felt it, the Vamp alarm. “Rad, I feel Vampires.”

  He looked over at her. “How close?” He was already looking for an area in the clogged traffic to turn around. A cop was at her side of the car.

  “Rad, he is a Vampire.” She flinched back as the cop pushed his hand through the glass with no effort.

  “Hang on.” Rad turned the car into the cop and threw him sideways as the car pulled around the formation of cars ahead of them, running fast towards the flares and the disabled trucks pulled off the road. There were a couple more men in front of the car. Rad treated the powerful vehicle like he was in a demolition derby. He headed towards the right and ran into the tall grass. Someone pulled a cop car into the grass ahead of their vehicle. At the last minute he turned the car so that it slammed into the other car on his side to save her.

  Someone was pulling her out of the car. She knew by the strength that it was a Vampire. She felt someone fly past her from the car—it was Rad. He took out the man who had her and she saw the man go down, then turn into dust.

  Rad was taking no prisoners. She stood by the car not knowing what to do, but she felt probably staying still and keeping her back safe was the best choice. In the flashing red and blue lights she saw several other cops and men moving up on Rad, but he was moving so fast that she could not be certain where he was. He seemed to just disappear. She knew he was taking a toll on their numbers as she saw bodies fall. Some seemed to lie and hold a wound, but there were others that fell and turned instantly into dust.

  She looked over and saw a very lovely woman standing by a car several feet away. The woman seemed to be motioning to her. Maybe it would be safer in that direction, because it did seem to be away from the fighting. She slowly moved back along the wrecked car, inching around the truck without taking her eyes off the fighting. She finally made her way over to the smiling woman.

  “Are you okay?” The woman asked. “You weren’t hurt in the crash?”

  Misty looked at her and was a little surprised that the woman did not seemed interested at the fight scene that was going on behind them.

  “No, I didn’t get hurt. I am fine.” Misty opened her eyes wider. The Vampire alarm had been going off, but she had thought it was the fight. Something was wrong here. The woman reached out and wrapped her hand around Misty’s arm and she knew. The grip was hard and cold. The woman was a Vampire. She started to pull back but this woman was also strong and she had no effect. Shit.

  The woman spoke and her voice carried over the noise of the fight scene. “I have the woman. Surrender, Rad.”

  The fight took on a different pattern. Two men had Rad between them. They brought him over. Someone opened the back doors of one of the rigs. She was hauled up the back ramp into the trailer. There were chairs, tables and a couple of barred cages inside the trailer, all bolted to the wooden floor.

  Rad walked in with several men behind him. The woman looked at him as she spoke in a voice of authority to her men. “Clean up the mess out there, erase any memories that need it and get the traffic moving.”

  Two of the men—Misty knew they were Vampires—left the trailer, shutting the doors behind them. The woman looked at Rad. “What am I going to do with you?” Misty thought the woman looked like she would like to eat him, toe to top.

  “You’d better kill me now, Vasa, because that is what I am going to do to you before this is over.” This was a different voice, a deadly voice from deep inside Rad.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Misty looked at him. He still looked big and so powerful. She did not feel so threatened at this moment.

  “Oh, Rad, you are such a fool. So we can’t feed on her, but we can take her blood in other ways. There are ways to control Vampires that get too big for their own good. We did it to Bathromo. Maybe it is time to take you down a notch or two.” The woman’s voice held command also.

  The woman, Vasa, looked over at Misty. She looked back at Rad. “Help him remove his jacket.”

  Two men moved, but he held his hands up, unzipped the jacket and pulled it off. He was an amazing figure with that large tanned chest. The woman walked up and ran a red fingernail over his chest and with her other hand she suddenly plunged a small stud into his right shoulder just below the bone. A small trickle of blood made a line down to his nipple. He stumbled, reached for the stud and fell forward on his face.

  “Put them in the cages.” The woman didn’t look at either of them as she left the trailer.

  Misty didn’t resist but watched in shock and dismay as they threw Rad into his cage. He just crumbled on the floor. She felt the movement as the truck started. There were only two Vampires in the trailer with them. She sat down on the floor, hanging onto the bars next to Rad’s cage, and looked at him. He did not seem to be breathing. At last she saw him roll over on his back. He opened his eyes but they were black, not pale blue. He seemed so weak and unable to focus.

  In a whisper she said his name, but he did not answer. They rode this way for the better part of an hour. The two Vampires seemed to have closed down. They had moved to where they sitting on the floor with their backs propped up against the sidewalls opposite of each other and their eyes were closed. Their only movement was the shaking of their body from the movement of the truck.

  She whispered his name again. She saw him move his head towards her. He moved his mouth but she could not hear anything and she did not understand. She kept her voice in a whisper. “I don’t know what you want.” She moved closer to the bars and reached through to him.

  He moved his mouth again and she understood what he wanted because she could see two long incisors protruding down. He wanted her blood. Oh God, she couldn’t do this. But he had said her blood might increase his powers. Could she do it? And what would happen later, if he did get them free and they got to New Orleans?

  She looked at the two resting Vampires and felt, deep inside, that she really didn’t have a choice. She pushed her arm in further and turned it over, laying her wrist by his mouth, but nothing happened. He was too weak to raise his head to bite. She drew her arm back and looked around.

  She saw the small knife in his boot. They were so confident of whatever it was that they had done to immobilize him, that they hadn’t even taken his weapons. Moving slowly, she leaned forward and pulled out the knife. She placed it over her wrist. It was at this point that she found out she was a coward. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and drew the knife over her wrist. She was not prepared for the knife being so sharp. It was so sharp that the pain did not sit in for several seconds as she watched the blood start flowing around the wound.

  She sucked in more air to get up her courage, then quickly pushed her arm into Rad’s cage, placing the bloody cut over his mouth. She felt his lips move and the tongue slid out. It took a minute for him to raise up one arm a
nd grab her wrist. She felt the bite. Now she panicked, as she felt the heat and the sex. It spread all through her body from the arm to her brain then to her breasts and to her very special female organs, both inside and out. The muscles in her stomach and thighs tightened like rubber bands drawn.

  * * * *

  Rad was in pain. The silver stud placed just above his heart was meant to keep him alive but totally incapacitated. It was a tool that had been used for centuries. It could hold without killing the weakest to the strongest of those sentenced to an everlasting life of night, and it gripped him helplessly as he looked at her through the bars that separated them.

  But then the most amazing action happened, and it was all her. He watched through the pain as she found the will power to place her arm through the bars and to his lips. Damn, it was so sweet on his lips, but he was too powerless to bite. His teeth did not even protrude far enough. He watched through a red haze as she moved down and pulled the small knife from his boot. He lay, unable to move, unable to believe what he was seeing. She sliced her wrist and placed the cut to his lips. The nectar dripped to his tongue and he felt a jolt throughout his entire system.

  His teeth immediately sprang out with a need to have more of that healing sweet fluid. His lips pulled like sucking at his mother’s breast as a babe. Strength came and he grabbed on to drink, pulling like a drug addict getting a high kick from cocaine. Except it was strength, heat, and power. It was extra cells in his brain, better sight, clearer hearing, and stronger muscles. Everything that made him a Vampire was increased as her blood soared through him.

  He had to force himself to stop. He knew who he was and where he was, and who was feeding him. He also knew he was bonded to this female in a way that he had never been tied to any other person in all the centuries he had walked this world. Now he needed to get up and protect her.

  * * * *

  She lost sight without closing her eyes and she felt him. She felt his long strong body. His long fingers and long legs and the long length of his erection that she realized was happening as he drank. At last she felt the teeth withdrawing as he used his tongue to seal the punctures and the cut. She sat there looking at him, breathing fast and deep. His eyes were now clear, pale blue again. He reached over and yanked out the stud.

  “We will finish this the right way later. For now I have some business to take care of. I was right and it is what the Council had a right to fear. Your blood has added to my strength and talents. We will explore all of them later. Your blood has also healed me. That is something the Council thought was possible, which is why they wanted you.”

  He stood up, looking unbelievable. Tall and muscular, tanned bare chest except for the gold amulet, tight black leather pants pushed by a high male erection and the wound where the stud had been in place healing even as she looked at it.

  He pushed against the lock on the bar door and it swung open with a loud clank and groan of metal. He was a blur as the two Vampires jumped up but were down turning to dust almost before they fell completely. He came back, opened her cage by just pulling the door completely off. He stood with his strong legs spread to keep his balance with the movement of the trailer.

  She stepped out into his arms and held on. She looked up, started by a reflex to pull away, but his arms were around her.

  “I would have preferred a soft bed and lots of pillows for the first time, but because of the blood I can’t wait.” His eyes had a glow and she felt not the cold touch but a heat that rolled off of him. It seemed to seep into any part of her body that was touching him.

  She thought she wanted to draw back, but suddenly her arms were tighter around his neck. He turned around with her clinging to him. She was so tight in his arms, as he pulled her against him, she felt the full height of his erection against her stomach. It was hot, strong, and it aroused her, so much that she pushed against him harder than he was holding her.

  She knew inside her brain that this was wrong, but her body didn’t want to agree. She didn’t want to think. Maybe if they did have sex and it was quick and over, she would know that it was only sex like with any other man. She hadn’t been entirely excited by sex the few times she had experienced it, so why would this be any different? Except for the excitement of being with a super being.

  He had her on her back on some type of covers and he was pulling her jeans off. This was happening so fast. Good she didn’t have to think, no time to think. The pull of her jeans took the simple shoes with them and he looked down with the blue eyes that had haunted her dreams. She waited for him to open his pants and mount her, but he pushed her knees apart and slid his hands slowly up the inside of her thighs.

  The shock was the heat of those hands. She could feel her muscles working in response and blood rushing to the surface. She tried to move but he looked at her and shook his head no. He lowered his head and she felt the trail of his tongue, following one hand down the inside of a thigh until it got to the crease where the leg met her body and he bit her.

  She let out a moan as a halo of pain and pleasure surged up from the teeth entering her flesh. She tried to push her hips up but he held her to the floor as he removed his lips. Suddenly he slipped his hand under her panties and was seeking the lips that he wanted. He found what he was looking for, a tiny nub that was already swollen, ready for attention. She threw her head back and tried to draw in enough air so she wouldn’t faint.

  * * * *

  He tore the panties and placed his lips on the nub, sucked as she rocked in pain and pleasure. He reached up and pushed her shirt up, exposing her breasts. His eyes locked on the pink tips, tight and upright, begging for attention. He took one in his fingers and rolled one roughly as he continued to draw the tiny nub into his mouth. He watched the muscles in her stomach clenched as she rolled through one orgasm after another. He turned his head and bit into the side of one lip and she screamed.

  He licked the two spots and continued licking, moving up. He rose and undid his pants as he looked at her. He was so ready as the erection dropped out and forward. He had to take a moment to look at what he had created. She was so beautiful in all the sexual wantonness. Her legs wide and moisture seeping, one bite not sealed so small blood left two trails. Her breast upright and the nipples tight buds, a deep pink from his attention. Her hair spread out, her eyes glazed unseeing, but her mouth open with her tongue running over, again and again, on the lower lip that begged to be bruised. Her arms were flat above her head, her hands were in tight fists as if she held onto some imaginary railing.

  “Misty, look at me.”

  * * * *

  She heard the voice—it was the velvet one that she had to obey. She had no choice. She had never felt like this, all melted butter inside. She saw his manhood. He leaned down and pulled her hips up, putting the tip against her wet warm entrance. God, it was so large, but he started pushing it in—it felt so good, it filled her, filled her more and filled her more. She gripped it with her muscles and saw the surprise on his face. So Vampires could feel. She smiled and he saw her so he pulled back and pushed all the way in. She moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes. He leaned forward and took that mouth. He pumped hard and kissed her hard, taking his tongue deep into her warm sweet mouth. He drew her tongue in his mouth and he pierced it with one tooth, tasting the salty blood and let her taste it also. Salty yes, but underneath another taste that burned through his body, seeming to join with every cell within his frame.

  * * * *

  He felt himself build up and he rose as he moved within her, letting the rough hair on his body move against her open lips and sore clitoris that immediately responded. They both came together, over some brink that was all black and all color. He knew his weight was too much for her so he rolled to one side, lying still while his body slowly recovered. He felt the blood of her moving through him. The fluids that he had pumped into her were also full of antigens and he knew she would feel the movement inside her as the liquids entered her blood stream.

 
He stood up, pulling out one of the shirts from the dust to clean himself, and buttoned his pants. He found his jacket and he looked at her, not moving, just lying all sex-used, and if the situation was different, waiting to be used again. He had ridden her heavily, it had been the fight and the blood after the effect of the silver stud. But Blessed Gods, she was so sweet to the taste and feel. He realized that he could never let her go.

  He brought the shirt back and sat down on his heels as he wiped her legs. The one bite he did not seal had stopped bleeding. A couple of scabs ware forming, looking red and angry. He knew it would heal normally but he felt guilty that he had not sealed it properly. He would make sure this did not happen again.

  She was weak and listless. He gathered her jeans and shoes to lay them by her. “Misty, I need to stop this truck and get us a ride. Stay here and when you can, get dressed.”

  * * * *

  He was gone. She heard the words and turned her head in his direction. She felt like she wanted to never move. She wanted to sleep. But she was afraid, afraid for him and what that woman might do. She got up feeling sore muscles all over, sore in places she had not been sore before that she could remember. She smiled.

  She stripped off the torn panties and pulled on her jeans, wishing she had some nice soft cotton underwear. All the nerve endings around her womanhood were raw, tender, and the touch of the rough material of the jeans actually excited her. What the hell was wrong with her? Miss Prim who did not like sex much had just been turned inside out and wanted more.

  She could do nothing but wait as the truck slowed down and stopped. There was no sound, and the lamps in the trailer dimmed, then the back doors were opened. Rad was waiting for her, a magnificent male outlined by the flashing headlights of passing cars.