by D N Simmons
John held me still, then he lifted me into his arms and laid me gently in the chair opposite the sofa. After checking me over, John walked over to Xavier, kneeling down in front of him. He tilted his head back and Xavier wasted no time biting into John's flesh. Sergio walked out of the bedroom carrying a clean set of clothes in his hands, with Elise following, both watched Xavier feed. Sergio sat down in the chair next to mine and immediately began examining me.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he completed his examination.
I nodded. “Yeah, just a little weak,” I said softly.
“That's understandable, you didn't get a chance to chow down on you seafood platter,” Sergio teased lightly.
“Don't remind me,” I chuckled weakly. Up until Sergio brought it up, I had not thought about my missed opportunity to gorge myself on shrimp and lobster. Thanks a lot, ya bastard!
Sergio rose and walked into the kitchen. I could not take my eyes off of Xavier and John, I had never seen two vampires sharing blood. Both Xavier and John began to have orgasms, their bodies rocking with the climax as Xavier held fast to John's neck. Xavier's moans were muffled by John's flesh as his body remained tensed. John panted heavily as he rode the climax, his grip on Xavier weakened then his hands fell to his sides. Xavier pulled away slowly and looked into John's eyes.
“Look at me, are you okay?” Xavier asked as he ran the tip of his pink tongue over his full bottom lip. John nodded weakly, and Xavier smiled, then he leaned forward and kissed John lightly on the lips. “Thank you.”
Xavier rose from his kneeling position and lifted John off the floor, laying him gently on the sofa. John's eyes were closed as he recovered from the feeding. Xavier rose and walked towards me, he looked down at me, smiling. His fingertips caressed my cheek lightly. He was beautiful, his skin was warm and flushed.
As I looked up into his face, I knew at that moment that I did love him.
“I love you,” I said without really meaning to say it out loud. Must be the aftereffect from the loss of blood to babble out your inner most thoughts for all to hear. It did not seem to bother Xavier in the least. His smile grew wider as he leaned down to kiss me deeply, his warm tongue caressing mine in a tender passionate kiss. After a few seconds he pulled away. I looked up to see Sergio walking out of the kitchen, frowning.
“We have to get some food in here seriously!” he walked over to the sofa and moved John’s legs out of the way then sat down. John lifted his head, tossing Sergio an irritated look, then laid his head back down.
“Here,” Sergio tossed Xavier some clothes. “Try not to bloody these up.”
Xavier smirked. “I'll do my best.”
Xavier left the room for a few minutes and returned wearing the clean clothes. He sat down on the floor next to me.
“Okay, they have Devin and I want to get him back, what is the plan?” Sergio asked in a no-nonsense tone.
“Let me make a phone call.” Xavier said then he rose and walked towards the telephone. “We'll need weapons, we're fighting with an enemy who knows what we are, there's no telling what type of ammunition they have to use against us.”
Xavier dialed a number then put the receiver to his ear. He waited for a few seconds then he began to speak to the person on the other end, only he spoke Italian. At least, that's what it sounded like to me. I couldn't speak a word of Italian...or any other language besides English for that matter. The sound of Xavier's voice as he spoke in a foreign tongue was so sexy! Sergio and Elise looked at Xavier and I saw Sergio shake his head and laugh. I assumed he and Elise spoke Italian also. I watched Xavier on the telephone, he seemed to disagree with something they were discussing. Then he hung up and looked at us.
“What's going on, you look upset?” I asked.
“I asked for some weapons, but they want something in return,” Xavier paused.
I guess this was the moment when I was supposed to ask, 'what?' so I did. “What?”
“It appears that their Don wants to be turned into a vampire. Can you believe that!?” Xavier asked in disbelief. I was shocked! Any more surprises like this and I might have a heart attack.
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“Call Darian,” Elise said.
I looked at her and she shrugged her shoulders. I looked back at Xavier and he was nodding his head. He picked up the telephone and dialed the police station, I assumed. When someone answered, Xavier asked for either Warren or Matthew. After a few moments I could hear a male's muffled voice over the receiver.
“Warren?” Xavier asked. “Oh, I'm sorry, hi Matthew this is Xavier. Look, I need a huge favor. Would it be possible for me to speak with Darian, this is important.” Xavier listened to Matthew's response, every few seconds he would say, “uh huh,” or “I see.”
“Well that could work, do you mind?” Xavier asked. “Great, thanks.” He hung up the telephone, then dialed another number and waited for an answer. Someone did answer and Xavier seemed pleased. He stood silent for a few minutes, then he began to speak.
“Darian, we have a problem,” Xavier said, then he began to explain to Darian all that had taken place. “Yeah, she's alright, unharmed. But they've kidnapped Devin.” Xavier paused as he listened. “Devin is one of Elise's Pride members, we have to save him, but we need weapons. I've been shot several times already by silver bullets. I've never been more relieved in my whole life by the fact that silver doesn't harm us or I would have been in trouble otherwise,” Xavier said as he began to pace the room.
I don't think he was nervous, he was very calm as he walked back and forth.
“Yeah, I called them, but get this; they want us to turn their Don into a vampire in exchange for the weapons. He said we would not owe him a thing if we do that. If we do not grant his request, he won't help us.” Xavier listened lo Darian's response. “Yes Darian, we need them-badly. You know I wouldn't have called for your permission otherwise.”
“Darian just asked him if it was necessary for us to have weapons!” Sergio snorted.
“Quiet!” Elise ordered, Sergio frowned but remained quiet.
“Are you sure...very well, be careful Darian. These people want you dead. Watch your back...I love you.” Xavier said the last statement softly. He hung up the telephone and walked over to John who looked up at Xavier with a slightly annoyed expression.
“Tell me I heard wrong?” he asked.
“Nope, you heard right. I have to call the Don back and tell him to bring the weapons, you have to turn him,” Xavier replied, confirming what John did not want to accept.
“Why do I have to do it!?” he asked as he pouted.
“Because Darian said so. That is really your only reason, but I'll give you another for the sake of argument. You are younger and not as strong as I am. If he has to make a mob boss a vampire then he'd rather not give him too much power and strength.” Xavier said as he walked towards the telephone.
John didn't say anything else, he only pouted on the sofa. Xavier called the mobsters back and spoke with them a little then hung up. I looked at John and snickered slightly, it was sort of comical to look at a grown man pout, even though the situation was nowhere near humorous.
“Why don't you want to do it?” I asked, curious as to why he seemed so against it.
“Because, I heard it hurts and it would be my first time. Besides, I'm not too thrilled about my first convert being someone I could care less about.” John said, then he rose and left the room. Xavier stood by the window, his arms crossed over his chest. He watched John walk out of the room and made no effort to stop him.
“Aren't you going to talk to him, he seems really upset?” I asked, looking towards the direction of the door, then back at Xavier. He turned and looked out of the window for a few moments, then he turned to face me again.
“For us, bringing someone over is an extremely intimate process. We do it strictly out of love or in some extreme cases, for survival.” He walked closer to my chair then sat down on the floor in f
ront of me, legs stretched out before him as he leaned back, supported by his hands.
“There are those who will turn a mortal into a vampire for pleasure, or torture. But Darian has taught us differently. It is his strict teachings that a mortal should never be turned unless it is out of love. However, in this case it is for survival.” Xavier informed me. I thought about what Xavier said and I now understood why John was so upset. I glanced down at my clothes, they were disgusting! I decided now was a good time to change, the ones I was wearing were splattered with Xavier's blood. I excused myself and walked into the bedroom and took a thorough shower, then put on a fresh change of clothes. When I emerged, I looked at Xavier sitting on the floor in his lounging position and smiled.
“Xavier, how did you meet Darian?” I asked as I sat down in one of the comfortable chairs.
He laughed outright then smiled at me. Sergio and Elise were watching us, Sergio was still brooding and I did not blame him. But I wanted to take my mind off of everything that had happened. Even though, taking my mind off of things now would not prevent all of the nightmares I was sure to have later.
“What is the fucking plan!?” Sergio growled as he glared at Xavier.
Xavier turned to look at Sergio, he nodded. “Well, the 'fucking plan' is this, we storm the fucks. Sound good to you?” Xavier asked. Sergio smiled, his mood seem to lighten slightly.
“Hey...I want to thank you for helping me out back there.” Sergio told Xavier.
“My pleasure,” Xavier said with a little nod.
Sergio stood up and walked towards Elise, he held his hand out towards her. She took his hand and together, they walked into their bedroom. I couldn't help but wonder if they were going to make love. I could tell that they did love each other and if my eyes were not deceiving me, Elise might actually be relaxing more around Sergio. Their door closed behind them. I turned and gazed at Xavier. He grinned and began to crawl towards me like a stalking cat. I started to giggle as his fingertip traced up my leg.
“You do realize, that after a vampire has fed, they are extremely...frisky!?” he teased seductively as he snaked his way up my leg.
“I'm starting to realize that, but not now.” I said as I batted his hand away, he pouted playfully.
“Why not...wait don't bother to answer that. I already know your response to that question.” he said then he sat back on his heels. “Your morality is was one of your most adorable attributes.” He smiled at me again, I blushed. His smile could always do that to me. I looked up to see John walking back into the cabin. He sprawled on the sofa, his gaze set on Xavier and myself.
“John, I'm really sorry that you have to do this thing tomorrow. I don't know what else to say, I wish there were another way.” I said sympathetically.
“Don't worry, it's not like it's your fault. It is just something I'm going to have to do. Don't beat yourself up over it,” he said, then he flashed me his pretty boy grin. His bright blue eyes sparkling under his long blonde bangs. I was glad that he was handling it so well.
“I'm glad that you're handling this better,” Xavier said as if he had read my thoughts. I nodded my head in agreement.
“Maybe I can get Darian to share some more of his blood with me, eh?” he asked hopefully.
Xavier laughed. “I don't know. You know how fickle Darian can be about sharing his blood, but I'll put in a good word for you.”
“But he made me!” John chuckled, then proceeded to roll on the couch like a cat rubbing its back against a carpet. “I could still taste his blood!” he purred as he put his fingers to his mouth.
“I know exactly how you feel, of course, he's a little more lenient with me,” Xavier teased. John sat up with a quickness, with eyebrows raised, his eyes locked on Xavier, mouth agape in awe.
“You lucky bastard!” he exclaimed. Xavier laughed and laughed.
I had no idea what Darian's blood tasted like to another vampire, I supposed it was the ultimate feast. I could not speak for them, but I knew what it was like for me. Darian had given me his blood once to save my life, it was unbelievably delicious and sensual! My entire body tingled with the most pleasurable sensations. I can't imagine what life is like for a vampire, it was no wonder that both Darian and Xavier were bisexual and probably John too, now that I think about it!
“Can you two tell me how you met Darian?” I asked again, genuinely curious.
They looked at me and nodded. “John you go first,” Xavier suggested.
“No, no, no, you go first, you're her boyfriend.” John said pointing at Xavier.
“Well somebody go first!” I said throwing my hands in the air. Then I remembered something, I looked at John. “John, are you involved with anyone?” I asked. Xavier gave me a quizzical look and John's smile widened.
“Why, are you interested? You know...” John began as he posed on the sofa in what I believe he thought was his most seductive position. He made certain to give me a clear view of his crotch. “I do find you to be a very attractive woman,” he winked at me.
“Keep dreaming!” Xavier taunted. I laughed, it felt good to laugh after all that had taken place, we needed to laugh.
John frowned. “Your loss,” he smiled as he switched positions on the sofa, he looked more comfortable now. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason.” That's for me to know and for you to find out. I looked at Xavier. “You go first,” I told him. He held his hands up as if surrendering.
“As you wish,” he said.
He sprawled on the floor in a more comfortable position. Even though I believed he was not trying to seduce me, I was being seduced nonetheless.
He began. “I was thirteen years old, just a street-smart punk kid in Chicago. My father worked seemingly endless hours in a steel mill and my mother was a seamstress who worked in a laundry. Growing up, prohibition was mandated, which pretty much gave organized crime a new avenue. I had always wanted to run with the bootleggers, the gangsters. I used to sneak into all the popular speakeasies just to watch the wise guys do their thing, you know?” Xavier said as he stared forward, recollecting his memories, he smiled.
“I grew up poor...I hope you can imagine how difficult it was for my parents to raise three children-me being the eldest, earning less than the minimum wage of that time. My parents were struggling to make ends meet, I do remember thinking that if I could run with the bootleggers, I would be able to make a handsome amount of money. I would then be able to lake care of them for a change.” He slowly lay on his back and rested his hands on his stomach as he continued. “I would go to school sometimes if I felt like it. Mostly I'd go to Vinny's Pizzeria and run errands for him. He would pay me more than I would earn hawking newspapers. There was a hidden room in the back of the restaurant where some hard hitting gamblers would come in everyday and drink, curse, play poker, black jack, etc. Vinny's Pizzeria was the first place I ever saw a man killed. He had been cheating at cards and was found out. A gangster I admired, called “Billy The Gun” shot him down dead right there at the table.” Xavier looked at me and smiled. “I don't think I need to describe what a sight that was for me. I believe you understand.”
He continued. “I remember hiding in the corner of the room, a shocked fifteen year old boy at that time. I watched Billy take his money out of the man's pocket and walk away. Not one person in the place complained or even called the police on Billy. I thought it was cool to be a gangster; everyone respected gangsters or feared them enough not to get on their bad side. Then when I was twenty-two years old, I really wanted to run with Al Cantone. Al was the gangster in Chicago, he had pretty much wiped out his competition in the bootlegging business and the police couldn't touch him. I admired him and wanted to be a part of his gang. I wanted to wear the expensive suits, to sleep with the women, to have people fear me, respect me...” Xavier paused.
“What happened?” John asked curiously. I looked up at him and he appeared to be just as enthralled in the story as I was. I had no idea that Xavier aspired to be
a gangster.
“Well, for three years, I did mediocre jobs for Cantone, like run messages to certain contacts, run some numbers for him, nothing that would make people respect or fear me. Then one day, some money was stolen and I was set up to take the fall. I found out a few weeks later the reason they had selected me as the fall guy. Cantone's mistress had tried to seduce me one night and I had refused her. She then told Cantone that I tried to seduce her! Cantone and his men took me into an alley and told me what they were going to do to me. I begged them not to kill me, swore I didn't have anything to do with the money that was stolen, but they didn't want to hear it.” Xavier said, then he sat up and looked at both John and me.
“They shot me in the chest twice and left me for dead. I lay on the cold wet cobblestones, staring at the stars as they faded in and out of my vision. Then I heard footsteps approaching me. I thought at first, they had come back to make sure the job was complete, but then I looked up to see the face of the most beautiful man I've ever laid my eyes on. He lifted me up into his arms and then he sank his teeth into my neck. I was too weak to scream and I had no idea what the hell was going on. But I did know this, I began to feel ecstasy beyond my wildest desires throughout my limbs and just when I could die a happy fool, he pulled away. He looked into my eyes, I remember hearing him asking me if I wanted to live, he said if I drank from him, I'd live forever.” Xavier sat up and crawled closer to me, he leaned over and kissed my knee. He took my foot into his hands and began to lightly massage the aching muscles. I moaned and closed my eyes, completely enjoying the feel of his fingers as they kneaded the pressure points of my foot.
“Go on,” John encouraged.
Xavier chuckle and continued. “I took Darian's bleeding wrist into my mouth and drank for dear life. I wanted to live and at that point, I did not have anything to lose. With every swallow of Darian's blood, I felt myself regain strength. I could feel the wounds in my chest healing. I could hear his heavy breathing as I fed, I can imagine how much it must have hurt him to bring me over. After it was done, my body ached, my stomach cramped for...I don't know, perhaps five minutes or so. He told me that my body was “readjusting” to the change. But when it was gone it would be gone forever.”
