E.V.I.E.: 13 Slayers, 13 Missions

by Lexi C. Foss

  An uncomfortable amount of people actually. The dim lighting and the people packed together like sardines in every room was going to make it extremely difficult to scope out who was here.

  For not the first time, I cursed the role I’d found myself in. Normally, I wouldn’t give a damn about any of these strangers. For the longest time, there had been only three people that I truly cared about in the world, so to all of a sudden have to care about the fate of this many strangers…well, it was a little much.

  Tanya grabbed a beer, avoiding the line, thanks to a guy in her English class who was manning the keg, and then she dragged me out to the dance floor. Tanya immediately began thrashing around like a dying fish as she danced, and a laugh burst out of me. This girl was the worst dancer that I’d ever seen.

  I loved it.

  I danced along beside her, much more subdued than her of course, and scouted the room. It was obviously hard to know if someone was a vampire or not, especially if you were in a room full of attractive people. A vampire would always be the most attractive person in the room, but it still was a bit tricky in a room that was clearly filled with the creme de la creme that UD had to offer.

  I had noticed that vampire at Rich’s right away because of his looks, but it wasn’t always that easy.

  After all, Ryan, Wyatt, and Noah were always the best looking in every room by far, and they hadn’t been vampires.

  Pain shocked my system, thinking about them once again.

  And I got angry.

  I got angry that they’d left me. I got angry that I hadn’t been with them because Wyatt had been doing something stupid. Then I got mad that I would never know what Wyatt had been doing with Brittany in the first place. I was furious that I’d lost my whole life and been left all alone, when the three of them would be together forever. I was furious that I was devoting my whole life to avenging the memory of them. I was furious that I would never have a carefree night again in my life. I didn’t want any of the responsibilities I’d been given. I guessed this was why E.V.I.E. had me go to a therapist as part of my training. I probably should have taken it more seriously, because here I was, on my first mission, and I was falling apart.

  And I kind of lost it after that.

  “Let’s get something to drink,” I told Tanya, and she nodded eagerly, I’m sure sensing that something had changed inside of me. She led me to another fraternity brother she knew, I think she said his name was Todd, and he took us upstairs where all the hard liquor was stashed. Many of the bedroom doors were open, the rooms packed with a couple of brothers and the groups of girls they’d lured upstairs on the guise of shots. For a second, I wondered if this was how the vampire did it, and if it was in fact in one of these rooms.

  And then I promptly pushed the thought away.

  I would start back on my mission tomorrow. Tonight, I just wanted to have fun.

  Tom or Todd—whatever his name was—led us into a slightly emptier room filled with just two brothers and their bevy of beauties.

  “Tim! Who do we have here?” a cute guy with black hair, blue eyes, and a dimple said from an armchair. Tim. Apparently, that was the guy’s name we’d followed up here. Whoops.

  The cute guy reminded me of a less hot Noah, and I didn’t know whether I wanted to run from the reminder of Noah or get closer. He was studying me just as intently as I was studying him.

  This guy must have been important in the house, because Tim was practically salivating to get his attention. I suddenly felt like we had been used as bait to get whatever social maneuvering Tim was after.

  “This is Tanya and Morgan. They’re both Alphi Chis,” Tim replied eagerly.

  Tanya made herself right at home by heading to the coffee table that was loaded down with various liquor bottles. She began to pour different ones into two black Solo cups. Evidently, they were too fancy up here for the plain red ones.

  “Morgan…” the Noah-lookalike repeated my name like he was savoring the taste in his mouth. I vaguely wondered what it would sound like for him to say my real name like that.

  Tanya thrust a cup with contents that smelled like gasoline at me, and I tossed half the drink back as I continued holding eye contact with the guy.

  The simmering anger was still coiled in my gut. I realized in the back of my mind that doing something stupid would only make everything worse. But I just wanted to feel good…or numb, for a fucking minute.

  If I was drunk, maybe I could even pretend this guy was Noah.

  “What’s your name?” I purred, getting a look from Tanya. She hadn’t seen me have any personality besides that of a potato since I’d appeared at the sorority, so I’m sure she was intrigued and surprised about the change.

  “Jason,” he told me as he stood up, ignoring the disappointed girls that had been gathered at his feet. He stalked towards me, cocky and confident like he had something for me he knew I couldn’t live without. I felt a little bit like I was being hunted.

  But I was okay with that tonight. I finished off the rest of my drink and let him put his hand on my waist as he shot me what I’m sure he thought was his most charming smile.

  “I haven’t seen you around the ACG house before,” he commented while Tanya and Tim struck up a conversation next to us, Tim frequently looking over at Jason to make sure he was happy like the good lap dog he was.

  “That would be because I’m new to UD,” I told him with a wink, not really recognizing myself at the moment.

  I wondered faintly if I was doing an okay job at flirting. I’d met the guys so young that I’d only really ever flirted with them. Angry at myself for thinking of them again, I shot my sexiest smile at Jason. Without me asking him about himself, he began to launch into a spiel about how he was on the football team and was going to transfer to Texas Tech after this season, since he was “kind of a big deal.”

  I listened with a blank smile on my face, unable to keep from thinking that this guy wouldn’t hold a candle to how good Noah was.

  Hopelessness filled my soul. I was never going to feel normal again.

  Desperate, I yanked him towards me, pressing my lips against his. He was a little shocked at first but soon recovered, pulling me flush against his body as he coaxed my mouth to open against his.

  He was a good kisser, I could recognize his skill.

  But I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.

  I pulled away from him as he tried to further the kiss. “Let’s get another drink?” I asked, trying to smile reassuringly in the face of his disappointment. He nodded, wiping his face blank and took my hand as he led me to the drink table, where he proceeded to make me a concoction that tasted far better than the rocket fuel Tanya had put together.

  Speaking of Tanya, I looked around and realized that while we were kissing, she’d disappeared with Tim.

  So much for bros before hos and all of that.

  The other girls and the guy that had been in here soon left as well, after a nod from Jason that he tried to hide from me.

  I smirked as I sipped my drink. This guy was smooth, I would say that.

  I drank more liquid courage and then allowed him to lead me to his king size bed that was on the far side of the room. These fraternity bedrooms were enormous, or at least Jason’s was.

  I allowed him to start kissing down my neck and across my chest, where my ample cleavage was peeking out of my top, willing myself to feel something…anything.

  The alcohol had finally succeeded in numbing all the reasons why this wasn’t what I should’ve been doing, and when he began to pull up my shirt, I didn’t even protest.

  In my altered state, I decided to go all the way with this stranger I’d just met.

  I’d never taken that step with the guys, since they’d wanted to do it when we were finally on our own.

  But what better way to forget than to take this life-altering step with someone that wasn’t them?

  Everything felt wrong as he touched me, so I closed my eyes, and I let myself pretend.r />
  I pretended that it was Noah that was touching me. I pretended it was his silky black hair that I was running my fingers through as his head descended in between my breasts and down my stomach. I pretended it was his rough fingers that were worshipping my skin.

  And for a second, it worked.

  Jason was in the process of pulling down my skirt when the air suddenly shifted in the room, and Jason was thrown off of me with a tortured cry.

  There was a loud snarl, and then blood splashed across the wall as a figure blurred over Jason and then ripped open his throat.

  My senses were dulled from drinking and shock, so it took me a second to realize that Jason had just been murdered.

  I grabbed my stake from my holder and sprang up from the bed, somewhat sloppily.

  And then the blurred figure stopped, and I heard one of the three most familiar voices in the world.

  “What the fuck were you just doing, Olivia?”

  8

  I must have blacked out. That was the only explanation for why Wyatt Masterson was standing there with blood all over his face.

  This was a hallucination born of grief and way too much alcohol. I needed to find my purse and go home immediately. I’d obviously lost my mind.

  “I asked you a question,” the Wyatt hallucination growled.

  I blinked rapidly and then pinched myself.

  He was still there, looking more gorgeous than I had remembered. Those penetrating ice-blue eyes, the lush mouth, and broad shoulders…the hint of a tattoo that disappeared beneath his sleeve.

  This was the cruelest dream I could have created.

  Wyatt laughed, a slow, easy sound that ran over my skin like a caress. He stalked towards me, never taking his eyes off me. There was blood smeared on his face. My gaze flicked to Jason, who was definitely dead and bleeding out all over the floor.

  It started to register then, that Wyatt, or someone who looked remarkably like Wyatt but even better somehow, was here in this room with me.

  And then he was in front of me. His mouth crashed against mine at the same time as he grabbed my hips and pulled me against him. I could taste the coppery tang of Jason’s blood in his mouth. I tensed with surprise, still not understanding what was happening, the stake still gripped in my hand.

  He smelled like Wyatt, he tasted like Wyatt—plus a little blood—and he felt like Wyatt.

  But how could this be?

  Not letting myself think anymore, I kissed him back and moaned. He pressed into me as I softened, kissing me deeper, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He lapped his tongue into my mouth, and I shivered against him.

  “You think you can just forget us?” he murmured against my lips, his voice sending chills cascading against my skin.

  I whimpered at his words, and he kissed me again. He sat down on the bed I’d just been lying on and pulled me on top of him. I straddled him on my knees as we continued to make out desperately.

  He ran his hands up my body, cupping my breasts through my lacy hot-pink bra and squeezed as his mouth crashed down on mine again.

  I moaned into our kiss, my hands digging into his silky hair, my heart thudding in my chest. My heart felt like it had been encased in ice and now it was officially thawed. My body was flooded with heat. With hormones, pheromones…adrenaline. I felt high and fizzy as he continued to kiss me.

  He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him and kissing me deeper. I shoved myself down on his rock-hard length, and he groaned. I started rubbing against him, up and down, through our clothes, needing to get closer.

  He slid his hands down over my ass and squeezed as he ground himself against me. I wanted to eat him alive. I wanted to be as closed to him as possible. I never wanted to be parted with him again.

  If this was a dream, I never wanted to wake up. I just wanted more, more, more.

  I unhooked my bra and flung it off before diving back in, kissing him like I couldn’t get enough, because I couldn’t. My whole body was on fire.

  “Clothes…off…” I gasped to my dream Wyatt between kisses as I pulled at his tight T-shirt that showcased every ridge of his six pack. He seemed more interested in getting me naked though.

  Somehow, we managed, while kissing, licking, and sucking on each other all the way, to get my pants and his shirt off. Mouth, face, neck… We were all over each other. Then he gripped my hips and jerked me, wearing nothing but my skimpy panties, into that rock-hard gift in his pants, and pleasure exploded through me. He was suddenly gentle with his kisses…and a total savage with the rest, dragging my clit over his hungry erection until sparks ignited in my eyes.

  “Wyatt…” I hissed through my teeth. I whispered all kinds of dirty, half-formed words against his throat as he slid a finger underneath the line of my panties, rubbing against my wet, throbbing flesh. My whole body spasmed with want. We peeled his jeans open and clawed them down. He lifted his hips, helping me work them and his underwear down. Then I peeled my panties down, and he helped me strip them off. I grabbed his long, deliciously thick erection in my hands and squeezed. This was a dream, after all, I’d decided…I could do whatever I wanted.

  I savored the feel of silky-smooth, freezing cold skin in my hands…

  I stopped for a moment, trying to remember where I’d felt skin that cold before.

  He groaned at my touch though, low in his throat, his head falling back on the bed, and I forgot all about why cold skin had been such an important thought.

  His hands rested on my bare hips as my hands explored his body, returning to his throbbing length.

  He grabbed my throat suddenly, and looked into my eyes fiercely. “You’re ours. This body is ours and no one else’s.”

  I nodded, lost in pleasure as I ran my hand down his chest, running my fingers over the thick ridges of his six-pack. He gripped the back of my neck and pulled me in roughly. He kissed me as he hissed, “I’m not waiting a second longer.”

  This all felt so real. But I had to be dreaming. I had to be, right? Because there was no way that Wyatt Masterson had come back from the dead.

  I pushed on his chest to leverage myself into position while he fisted himself, lining it up so he could enter me. I was faintly aware that if this had been real, I would be kissing my virginity goodbye. But I didn’t care. I just wanted him.

  As he pierced my opening, he hissed, then growled as I pushed down on him. There was a burst of pain as he broke through my barrier, and then there was just fullness and bliss. Like I was complete.

  “Olivia, baby…” He ground out my name, and when I looked in his eyes, the man was gone. He was lost between my thighs as I pushed my way down, letting him fill me. Then I caught my breath, angled my hips a bit so my clit would rub against his cool skin, and I pumped my hips against him. We’d done this a thousand times through our clothes, so it was almost second nature to do it now without any. He slammed up into me over and over again, his teeth gritting. His fingers dug into my ass, and his tongue sought my breasts as they bobbed in front of his face. He licked me and sucked on my breasts as I rode him desperately.

  His big, strong hands, rough and scarred from playing the guitar… His big body beneath me, making me stretch my knees wide… It was better than it had ever been. He was an animal, possessed, desperate to have me in any way that he could. He groaned and grunted with every thrust. I couldn’t get enough.

  “Yeah, baby… Fuck, this is perfect. Better than I’ve ever dreamed,” he growled, helpless.

  I pulled his hair so his head snapped back. I looked in his eyes. They were sex-drunk, and I kissed him deeply. We were fused together, and I never wanted to let go. If this was the result of alcohol, I would gladly drink myself to death just for a minute of this.

  I moved against him harder and faster, desperate to imprint him on my skin. His length was like velvet-coated steel, and the way he was breathing, there was no way he could hold on very long.

  “Baby…” He squeezed my hips, trying to slow me, but I couldn’t
stop. I was afraid that I would wake up any minute. I couldn’t stop.

  “Olivia, slow down,” he practically begged me.

  “I can’t,” I sobbed. I gasped between kisses as I plundered his mouth. He groaned into our kiss before he shifted his hips, hitting something different inside of me.

  The new angle dropped me tighter against him, and pleasure coursed through me as I dragged back and forth, riding him a little slower. I had to slow down now and catch my breath.

  He licked his lip as he watched me ride him. Then he shoved a thumb between us, massaging my clit and sending shivers of pleasure through my core. I made a desperate mewling sound that he seemed to like a lot, as my body shuddered and my hips lost their rhythm.

  “So good, baby. So fucking good,” he muttered as he watched himself disappear into me again and again. I rode him slower and slower as his thumb worked its magic, those incredible, warm shivers rippling through me, building toward climax. Then he caught my left nipple in his teeth. It had to be a trick of the light, or a weird fuck-up in my brain combining E.V.I.E. and my lost loves, because for a moment there, when he’d opened his mouth…

  I saw fangs.

  He sucked my nipple slowly into his mouth and teased with his strong tongue, and I shuddered in all the right places, again distracted from the strange things my mind was conjuring. Deep inside, I felt the first deep pulses of orgasm, and I gasped as sharp pricks right above my nipple heightened the pleasure.

  “Come on me, baby. “

  I squeezed down on him, enjoying what he was giving me, that fullness inside me, giving in to it, my body softening, the rhythm of my hips getting looser as I flowed over the first waves… And then the lightning bolt shot right through me, gripping me, inside out.

  A scream tore from me, and my fingernails etched tiny half-moons into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through me. My hips bucked, and he swore softly as he started to move his hips, faster, and faster, chasing that high that was waiting for him. My body still shuddered with pleasure as he coated my insides. He made a sexy, desperate, growling noise, my name interspersed with the nonsensical words that were coming out of his mouth.