Sacrifice

by Anna Santos

  Her thoughts stopped when Sam grabbed her ass and rubbed his dick against the folds of her pussy. It sent shivers up her spine and made her hotter than she was.

  “Do you like that?” he asked.

  “Y-yes.”

  “You’re wet. I’m sure that it wouldn’t hurt if you let me fuck you.”

  “I’m sure that I said I didn’t want you there. Just keep doing that. It’s great.”

  He grumbled but kept moving his hard cock between her folds while grabbing her ass and slamming it against his crotch.

  “Close your legs harder so you squeeze me better,” he instructed.

  “Sam, have you ever fucked a girl with another dude?”

  “Yes.”

  “Was it good?”

  “It was great.”

  She gripped her hands harder to the couch. “Was it my mother?”

  “Hell no. Your father didn’t know he liked cocks. He just found out once your mother was killed and the guys who transformed him abused him.”

  “Oh.” Olivia didn’t know that. “Is that why he says the world is dangerous?”

  “No. He just doesn’t want you to deal with other vampires. You are still really young.”

  “If I’m that young why are you shoving your dick between my legs.”

  “You are not that young.” He laughed. “Not that pure, either. Don’t forget that I was the first to kiss you and the first dick in your mouth.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Are you fucking that dude downstairs?”

  Olivia looked back again and watched him go back and forward as his dick rubbed her slit. She nibbled her lip in pleasure. “Why do you ask that?”

  “It would be an unwise decision. He’s a rapist and a murderer. Don’t let him use you. You are smarter than that.”

  “Why would I want to fuck him if I have you here to do that?”

  Sam laughed again. “Your pussy is tight and smells delicious. I want to tap that so hard. Too bad that you don’t want my dick in it.”

  “Father would have both our heads if he suspected.” She gasped for air as the orgasm built in her lower stomach and her walls spasmed with need.

  “He would have my head anyway. I’m already fucked up.”

  “Keep going. I’ll suck you after,” she whined as she increased the speed against him. “Fuck, that’s so great. You feel so hard.”

  She steadied her knees and looked at the spot in the couch where she hid a small dagger. Once he came, he liked to rest, and she could use that opportunity to cut the string and steal the key. Then, she could have Alaric’s cock in her bed.

  Getting rid of Sam was a must. Maybe he went to his bed and slept through the night once he was over. She wasn’t strong enough to deal with a vampire.

  Sam came with a loud groan and plastered his chest against her back. Her knees couldn’t handle anymore, and she collapsed on the couch with him on top of her.

  “Move,” she panted.

  Chuckling, he rolled out and fell on the floor next to the couch.

  His eyes were closed when she checked. She grabbed the dagger and slipped down the couch. She sat on top of him and positioned his cock between her legs.

  “You want more, little girl?” he drooled.

  “I haven’t come yet. I’ll do all the work now,” she said, placing the dagger next to his head before caressing his torso. “You are strong.” Her lips caressed his, and her hands unbuttoned his shirt.

  “Are we kissing now?”

  Her tongue slipped inside his mouth, and she played with his. Moving her hand, she grabbed the dagger and had to push it aside her when he grabbed her and rolled her under his body.

  “I like this,” he mumbled as he kissed and fumbled with her breasts. His hand descended between her legs, and he played with his fingers in her pussy. “Let me have you. I’ll be gentle.”

  “No. Just lay down so I can move on top of you.”

  “I’d rather be on top.” He smiled, digging his fingers in her. “Sway for me.”

  She panted softly as he rubbed her insides. Pulling his fingers out, he stroked his shaft and pushed its head against her entrance.

  “I said no.” She pushed him, and he growled, showing his fangs. “Are you going to upset me?”

  “Is this because of your father?”

  “You are his lover, after all.”

  “I can be yours. Just yours.”

  “How are you planning to do that?” She moved her hand to grab the dagger not far from them.

  “We could kill the old man and live together. What do you say? Your father has money stashed. I could turn you into a vampire like you always wanted.”

  Frowning, Olivia moved her head up and kissed his lips. “Really?”

  “He keeps us locked up in here. Without him, we could be free to leave.”

  She giggled, and he kissed her harder. She felt his fangs against the tip of her tongue.

  “What do you say?”

  “Tempting,” she said with a smile. “But I already have a better offer.”

  “What?” He stopped the kissing and opened his eyes over hers. “What offer?”

  “A royal vampire prince beats a poor vampire any day,” she said, swinging her arm and digging the dagger into his neck.

  Sam was caught off guard, and his eyes bulged. His hand touched the wound, and he collapsed to the side. Convulsing, the blood kept pouring down his neck and into the rug on the floor.

  Olivia got up and straightened her clothes as she watched Sam die before her eyes. Or maybe that wasn’t enough to kill a vampire. She had read about it. Yet she didn’t have a sword to cut his head, and she probably wasn’t strong enough. Slit his throat was also an option. Not that she was planning to kill him. It just happened.

  “It’s nothing personal, Sam. You were great until you tried to stick it where I didn’t want and began talking about killing my father. The man that loved you like a son and fucked you like his mistress. He loves you, you know. But it’s clear that you don’t love him. Daddy can be stubborn, but I don’t want him dead. As for you, you serve me no more purpose.”

  Sam tried to speak, but his mouth was full of blood.

  “I should have done it faster. I didn’t want you to suffer.” She leaned forward and removed the dagger from his neck. Before the wound healed, she slit his throat and watched as the remaining blood left Sam’s body. Once he fell white on the floor, his body began to wither until it disappeared in a pile of ashes.

  “It was easier than I thought,” she mumbled. “But now I look like a mess.”

  She looked at her clothes and bloody hands. “Oh, the key! Uh! I need to touch his ashes to find it. Damn!”

  Seconds later, she had the key in her hands.

  “Now, I just need to shower before I decide what to do with this.”

  Chapter Seven

  “I’m sorry my Prince, for I have failed you.”

  A trembling Olivia stood before Alaric and sought forgiveness.

  He looked at her empty hands and felt a deep sense of disappointment, but one not worthy to make him wear a frown.

  “It’s okay. You’ll try to get the key some other day. Come here.”

  She moved forward, and he laced his arms around her.

  “Do you still love me?” she asked, gripping her hands to his arms.

  “Of course.”

  “Even if …” Her voice quivered, and he leaned back to look at her.

  “What happened?” He pretended to care.

  With tears forming in her eyes, she mumbled, “S-Sam.”

  Alaric arched an eyebrow. “Did Sam hurt you?”

  She nodded.

  “That bastard! What did he do?”

  “He tried to molest me.”

  “And where was your father when that happened?”

  “Away. He left the island a few hours ago?”

  “Then why are you saying that you failed me? Where is the bastard that touched you?”

  �
�I killed him.”

  Alaric stepped back, not expecting that answer. He searched for signs of blood on the teenager but found none. “You killed him?”

  She smirked, and her innocent stance disappeared. “I killed him and got this from around his neck.” She showed him a key.

  Alaric reached to grab the key, but she dropped it in her cleavage.

  “We’ll have the house for ourselves tonight. We can be together like you wanted.”

  “And your father? When will he return? We can’t leave the island without the boat. Is there any other means of transportation? A radio that I can use?”

  She shook her head. “No. But now that I proved that I love you, you need to prove that you love me.”

  Alaric calmed down his excitement and locked eyes with the cunning teenager. “What do you want from me?”

  “You said that we were leaving together.”

  He nodded.

  “I don’t want you to kill my father. That’s part of the deal.”

  He nodded again.

  “I also want you to make love to me tonight. I can’t wait any longer. I want you so bad.”

  Alaric chuckled. To his surprise, his cock hardened with the thought of sex with the skimpy girl in front of him. She was no beauty, but he needed to get laid. He also needed her to get out of the island. He would keep her alive until he didn’t need her anymore.

  “Open the door, and I’ll show you a good time,” he slurred. “We’ll have a good dinner, drink good wine, and we can fuck in a bed for a change.”

  “A big bed,” Olivia agreed. “Are you happy with me now?”

  “I am, sweet angel. I’m going to be really gentle because you were a good girl.”

  She moved her hand and grabbed his shirt. Pulling him to her, she smacked her lips against his. “You are so damn hot. I can’t wait to have you inside me.”

  “Did you really kill the other vampire?”

  “He tried to…” She arched an eyebrow and let him go. “Don’t you believe me?”

  “I didn’t know you had in you to do that. I’m surprised, that’s all.”

  She smirked. “You have no idea of what I can and can’t do.”

  “Neither do you, baby. Neither do you. Now open this door and show me your home. I want to stretch my legs.”

  Giggling, she searched the key between her boobs and opened the door to his cell.

  For a moment, Alaric stood there, looking at the open door without moving. He was trying to decide if it was a dream or reality.

  “I’ll roast us a good chicken and make mashed potatoes.” Olivia talked and made plans as she climbed the stairs. “Come on. Father isn’t home. We have this place for ourselves.”

  ***

  Being able to walk around more than his tiny cell space was exhilarating. Alaric indulged Olivia’s projects and expectations and pretended to care about what she was saying. After all, he still had to get out of that bloody island, and he needed Robert’s boat to do it.

  While Olivia cooked, he spent his time ransacking the fat vampire’s room. Olivia had said her dad had money hidden. Without cash, Alaric couldn’t reach out to his contacts and pay for information. At least he was near Boston. He had connections there and a hideout that he could use. To get there, he needed to get rid of Robert. Not an easy task since he was a vampire and Alaric didn’t have his powers back. Olivia had done the favor of killing Sam. A dead that still baffled Alaric, especially since the girl didn’t seem affected about what she did. There was something not quite right with Olivia, but he couldn’t put the finger on it.

  Who was manipulating who, after all?

  Once they ate and drank, Olivia took him to her father’s bedroom where she wanted him to be her first. She had been teasing him for months now. It was time to collect the prize.

  Olivia slipped off her gown and swirled around to show off her fancy lingerie. Alaric folded his hands on his chest as he rested on her father’s bed. He rolled his eyes when she almost tripped and giggled. The wine they drank left her tipsy, and she couldn’t stop babbling more than usual.

  “I can’t wait to get off this crazy island!” Olivia gushed. Not content with the clumsy display, she continued to dance and laugh like a crazy girl. “Aren’t you going to take off your clothes. Show me your abs, Alaric. She bumped against the bed and lowered her face on his. “You are so handsome, my prince.”

  Alaric frowned and pushed her face back. “You are drunk, and your breath smells.”

  Olivia giggled, straightened up, opened her arms, and shouted, “Take me. I’m ready.”

  He arched an eyebrow and glimpsed at her, noticing that she had paused in that position as if waiting for him to make his move. Sighing, he sat up, removed his sweater, and grabbed her. She fell on the bed with him on top of her.

  “Let’s get over with this,” Alaric muttered, spreading kisses along her breasts.

  “Yes.” She shrieked, grabbing his head between her arms. “If you are good, I might tell you where’s my father’s safe. I have the combination.”

  He smirked, his interest increasing. “I’ll show you a really good time, my sweet angel.”

  Chapter Eight

  The sun seemed brighter that day to Olivia. She had wakened up with a vampire prince in her bed and had the best night of her life. Maybe best was exaggerating, but it was interesting to have a male sleeping beside her after consuming the tangent passion that burned between them for the past months.

  Now that the day had begun, she had to prepare everything to receive her father and plan her escape with her lover. If she let Alaric handle it, her father would kill him. He was a weakling. No longer the original, strong vampire that he claimed to be. His father would eat him up and use his bones to scratch his back. Also, she couldn’t let him figure out that she had killed Sam. Daddy wouldn’t be pleased.

  The sound of the boat alerted her that he was close. She grabbed a small vial from her pocket and poured its content in a cup. Then she turned on the coffee machine and waited.

  “Sam? Sam? Where the hell are you?” Robert entered his home with a red face from shouting. He waved his hands in the air when he saw his daughter. “Have you seen Sam?”

  She shook her head. “Can I serve you a coffee, daddy.”

  His eyes were inflamed, and he seemed upset. “Not now, darling. I have a lot of products to unload, and I need to find that lazy asshole.” He turned around.

  “He’s probably sleeping somewhere. He got drunk last night.”

  Robert paused and span to face her. “Is everything okay with you? Why are you up so early in the morning?”

  She beamed. “I was waiting for you. Coffee?” she pressed the button, and the black water descended to the cup.

  Robert clenched his jaw and looked around. “It smells nice in here. Were you cooking?”

  “I’m making grilled cheese toasts for breakfast.” She took the cup and edged closer to her father. “Here. You look tired. This will help.”

  “Thank you, sweetie.” He grabbed the cup and smiled. “You are the best.”

  Grinning, Olivia folded her hands behind her back and eagerly waited for him to drink it.

  Her father frowned at her. “You look in a good mood. Something good happened?”

  “I’ve read a really nice book yesterday.”

  “Care to tell me later the story?”

  “Sure. Now, drink. Or do you want something extra?”

  He shook his head. “I fed last night. All good.”

  She leaned closer with stretched lips. “Someone tasty?”

  Robert chuckled and patted his daughter’s hair. “You’ll have your turn to become one of us. Just wait a few more years.”

  Turning around, he walked to the door and rested his back against the wall, staring at the horizon. “A storm is forming in the horizon. I was worried that I might be stuck in Boston. Did you hear the wind blowing last night?”

  Olivia rolled her eyes but bit her tongue before urging hi
m to drink the coffee once and for all. Instead, she walked to his side and rested her back against the wall. “I was so concentrated reading that I didn’t notice.”

  “This tastes funny,” her father mumbled.

  “Did you bring me any present?”

  “I have a new dress and a coat for you.”

  “You are the best, daddy!” she grabbed his arm and rested her head against it.

  The vampire drank the rest of his coffee. Suddenly, his grin faded, and the cup fell from his hand.

  “W-what… Why…” he grabbed his stomach and groaned in pain. “What did you do?”

  “Are you okay, dad?”

  “Olivia, what…” he raised his hand and Olivia fled his attempt to grab her.

  “You’ll be all right. It’s just a bit of liquid silver. It will wear off,” Olivia said.

  “Olivia!” He tried to reach her again, clumsily walking inside the kitchen, but ended up losing his balance and falling on the floor.

  Olivia stood in front of him with a placid face. “Great. Now I just need to find a way to move you from here.”

  ***

  Alaric woke up with a massive headache, aching muscles, and his back burning from all the scratching Olivia did to him while they were fucking. His eyes snapped open when he tried to move his limbs and couldn’t.

  “What the hell that psycho did to me now?” he grunted, staring at his hands cuffed to the bed. He groaned and shoved his feet up and down in despair. “If I had my powers!”

  Calming down, he swallowed and moved his tongue inside the numbness of his mouth. Being human was appalling, and he was tired of it. His throat hurt of how parched it was. The cuffs wounded his wrists, and he needed to go to the bathroom.

  “Olivia!”

  He called a few more times before the door opened and Olivia entered with a tray of food. He could smell the hot coffee and the toasts. His stomach announced to the world how famished he was.