Vampires and Vixens (Psy-Vamp)

by Lawson, Cassandra

  An odd mixture of disappointment and relief assaulted Hannah. How was it that she wanted Nathaniel to stay, and go at the same time?

  She felt even more confused when she realized how much she wanted to call Noah to ask for his advice.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Drew opened the door slowly, and surveyed the front room to make sure no one would see them. Satisfied that they could enter the house without being caught, he turned back to Isaiah and the young woman they had met at the club.

  “I don’t think anyone’s home, but we should be quiet just in case I’m wrong,” Drew said to Isaiah. “The last thing I want is for Nathaniel to jump down my throat for bringing her back here.”

  Isaiah nodded and slipped his arm around the woman’s waist, almost lifting her up the front steps. He felt a rush of anticipation as he looked down at her. Her skin was like porcelain, and she had big brown eyes with thick eyelashes. She looked like a doll, with her tiny heart-shaped face, high cheek bones, and button nose. He thought her hair should have been brown with ringlet curls to complete the look. Instead it was an unnatural shade of red, and cut extremely short. Even in her high heel shoes, the top of her head didn’t reach his shoulders. Her name was Mary. They had both been instantly drawn to her.

  There was no doubt in his mind that Drew would have settled for less desirable prey if perfection had not been so attainable. Drew felt no attachment to his hosts. It was rare that he was even attracted to a human. He loved to play the part of the flirt, but in reality, Drew considered humans beneath him. That was common among their kind. Isaiah’s own brother, Justin, always said he’d rather jerk off than stick it in a human.

  Isaiah loved humans! They gave him life. He’d never had a host that he wasn’t sexually attracted to. He kept mementos from some of the special ones. He was the first to admit that it sounded creepy, but he didn’t care.

  Mary’s head rested against his chest, and he could feel the heat from her cheek through his silk shirt. A violent wave of arousal crashed into him. He hated sharing her with Drew, but he had to if he wanted to taste the ambrosia that flowed through her veins. In hindsight, having his retractable fangs removed had been a mistake. He may not need blood anymore, but it was still a nice treat.

  Drew had spotted her the second they walked into the club. What had attracted Drew was the hopeless look in her eyes. She was an easy mark, and he was desperate. Drew was smart enough to know that Isaiah would be attracted to her, and didn’t want to waste his time competing for her attention. Drew actually preferred to share his hosts so it wasn’t really a compromise on his part.

  They bought her a few drinks, told her what a fool her boyfriend was for leaving her, and made her feel wanted. She was so drunk by the time they invited her back to the house that she couldn’t even remember their names, but Drew needed to feed tonight. Even if Isaiah had suggested waiting for another time, Drew would have taken her. Isaiah tried to make himself feel better by telling himself that at the end of the night he would give her a compulsion that made her feel good about the break up. He told himself that he was really doing her a favor. In truth, he didn’t like taking advantage of the intoxicated. He didn’t even really like using compulsions.

  “You have a nice house,” she mumbled. “It’s a palace.”

  Drew scooped her up into his arms and smiled. “How ‘bout a lift, beautiful?”

  “I don’t usually do this sort of thing.” Her voice was slurred and her head rested against Drew’s chest as he carried her up the stairs.

  Isaiah quickly moved to Drew’s side. “I know you don’t.” His voice was soothing.

  She clung to Drew’s shoulders, burying her head in his chest like a frightened child.

  Drew stopped at the top of the stairs, and kissed her lightly. “Don’t worry, Mary, we’ll take care of you,” his voice took on the hypnotic tone that came with compulsion. “You’re safe with us. We’ll make you feel beautiful again. You want nothing more than to let us make you feel beautiful again.”

  Isaiah opened the door to Drew’s bedroom. Drew laid her on the bed and kissed her. His tongue slipped past her lips and probed her mouth.

  She pulled away to slip off her bracelets. “Let me take off my jewelry.”

  Drew reached for the chains around her neck. “I’ll help you with those.”

  She caught his hand. “I’ve got it.”

  She slipped the chains over her head and laid them on the night stand with her bracelets, carefully concealing one of them at the bottom.

  She snatched Isaiah’s glasses off and tossed them aside, then pulled him toward her.

  As Isaiah kissed her, he kept one eye open to watch Drew’s lips move across the back of Mary’s neck. A surge of anticipation went through Isaiah when he saw Drew’s fangs carefully break the skin on the side of her neck.

  She sucked in a sharp breath, and Isaiah whispered the compulsion, “You will feel no pain, only pleasure.”

  The compulsion worked immediately, and she moaned as Drew savored her blood for a moment. Drew unzipped her dress, pushed it over her shoulders, and then moved away from her neck.

  Isaiah turned her so that her back was leaning against his chest, and ran his tongue across the wound on her neck. The taste of her caused him to shudder with the force of his lust.

  Drew opened the front of her bra, and flicked one of her nipples with his tongue. She closed her eyes and moaned. The compulsion held, and she didn’t notice when Drew’s fangs punctured her right nipple.

  Isaiah guided her down onto the bed and laid down by her side.

  Drew settled himself between her legs and punctured a vein in the middle of her thigh. She flinched that time, so he ran his tongue across the soft folds of skin between her legs causing her to almost cry out.

  Isaiah suckled her bloody breast. The look of ecstasy on her face was arousing him more with every passing second.

  Drew moved up, and broke the skin around her other nipple for Isaiah so he could alternate between her nipples and her neck.

  He looked down at Drew sucking the wound on her thigh. Drew’s hands pressed down on her hips. The energy was feeding though his hands.

  Isaiah’s gaze shifted to the wet spot between her legs. He wanted her.

  When Drew finished feeding, he sat in the chair beside the bed with one leg draped over the arm. Drew liked to watch.

  Mary pulled Isaiah’s face toward hers, and her tongue slipped past his lips. She was weak from Drew’s feeding and he could tell she wouldn’t be awake much longer. Self-control was no longer an issue, it was gone, and he had to have her now. He had to claim her in the most primitive of ways. Drew had fed on the energy, but he would have this.

  His hands quickly worked to unfasten his pants, and then he moved on top of her. From the corner of his eye, he saw Drew’s smirk as he watched them. He slipped inside of her carefully, letting out a groan as he felt the tightness of her warm flesh surrounding him. He hadn’t expected her to be this tight.

  He knew he should move slowly, but his lust was overwhelming him. She tightened around him even more. His fingernails dug into the pillows and he stifled a scream as he came so hard that he nearly blacked out. He let his body rest on top of her. His heart beat rapidly, and he panted. It was like he and Mary were the only people in the room. He wanted to feel that way for at least a few minutes longer, so he kept his eyes closed to avoid seeing Drew.

  The clapping of Drew’s hands brought him back to reality, and he opened his eyes to see Drew still seated in the chair with one leg draped over the arm.

  “Way to go, Cuz! I had no idea you were such a lady killer.”

  “Shut up, Drew!” Isaiah hadn’t meant to shout, but he was angry at Drew for interrupting the moment.

  Drew’s smug grin remained in place. “Isaiah Edward Draksel, keep your voice down or you’ll wake the dead.”

  Isaiah lifted his head, and shot Drew a questioning glance.

  Drew motioned to Mary. “Look at her r
esting so peacefully. Rest in peace, Mary.”

  As soon as Isaiah saw her, he began to shake his head violently. In an instant he was on his feet, staring down at her in horror as he fastened his pants. Her eyes were wide, staring off into nothing. She wasn’t moving, even her chest was still.

  “She’s . . . There’s no . . . I can’t . . .” He was shaking.

  With a playful grin, Drew sat on the bed beside her, checked her pulse, and shook his head. “I believe the word you’re looking for is dead.” Drew sounded almost bored.

  Drew licked the blood from her face, her neck, her breasts, and finally her thighs, as Isaiah watched in horror. Then Drew laid on his side between her legs, using her right thigh as a pillow, and smiled. “Our Mary was quite a girl, wasn’t she?”

  Isaiah paced back and forth, still shaking. “She can’t be dead, not my Mary, not my pretty doll. We have to do something.”

  “You’re absolutely right. You should take a sedative, and I should take a nap.” Drew’s cheek was still resting against Mary’s thigh.

  “We aren’t supposed to kill anyone! It’ll bring attention to the family. People will find out what we are and kill us all!” Isaiah had reached the state of full hysteria. “Justin is a doctor. He could make her better, but he’s not home.”

  “There’s no cure for death, you idiot.” Drew’s eyes were closed.

  “We shouldn’t have brought her back here!” He looked down at Drew and shouted, “Don’t you dare fall asleep! She’s not a pillow.”

  “She’s a body pillow.” Drew snickered at his own joke.

  “I know what to do. I’ll call an ambulance. She’s human so she needs a human doctor.”

  He pulled his phone out of his pocket, but Drew quickly jumped to his feet and snatched it from his hand.

  “We are not calling an ambulance. The girl is dead, and there is no reason for anyone to ever know that she was here.” Drew started to examine her jewelry. “Not bad, this stuff is real.”

  With a disgusted snort, Isaiah turned away. “We have a dead girl in your bed, and you’re going through her jewelry.”

  Drew laughed loudly, braced himself on the night stand, and then sat down on the bed as the laughter continued to pour out.

  “What is so funny?” Isaiah demanded.

  Drew stifled his laughter, and held up a medical alert necklace. “She had a heart condition and didn’t want us to know. She hid it under the other jewelry. Damn, humans are stupid creatures.” He was then lost in delirious laughter once more, as Isaiah stared at him in disbelief. After Drew was able to regain his composure, he stood up, and patted Isaiah on the back.

  “Don’t worry about a thing, lady killer. We’ll just put our date to bed out in the woods. You get the shovels, and I’ll get our lovely Mary.”

  Isaiah shook his head, and stood between Drew and Mary’s body. “We can’t just bury her in the woods.”

  “Where would you like to bury her? It’s been fun having her in my bed, but I don’t plan on keeping her here. The fact is she’s not exactly the life of the party anymore. You don’t want Nathaniel to come home to a corpse in his house, do you?”

  Isaiah walked out mumbling incoherently.

  Drew gathered up Mary’s belongings, and placed them into her purse. He grinned as he put her medical alert necklace into his pocket. Then he wrapped the purse around her neck, rolled her body up in his bedspread, and threw her over his shoulder.

  Chapter Seventeen

  It was almost dawn when Isaiah made it to his room. On his way to the shower, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and noticed the streaks of Mary’s blood on his right cheek. With a shaky hand he reached up and tried in vain to wipe them off. When he peeled off his clothes, he noticed that her blood was also on his chest. “Yet here’s a spot!” he shouted at the mirror, feeling more than a little hysterical.

  As he stepped into the shower, and let the hot water run over his body, he began to mutter, “Out damned spot! Out, I say!” A hysterical giggle slipped from his lips. The water from the shower mingled with his tears.

  The hot water washed away her scent, washed away her blood, washed away the dirt from her grave. His trembling hands made it nearly impossible to turn off the water. He wrapped the towel around his waist, walked into the bedroom and collapsed onto his bed, wanting nothing more than to escape into sleep.

  Something was cutting into the back of his head so he reached around to pull it off of his pillow. It was Mary’s medical alert necklace. That was when he felt the last remnants of his sanity slip away.

  “No!” he screamed. “Mary, where are you? Mary!” His mad shrieks continued.

  The door to his room slammed open. He felt his hands being pulled to his sides, and heard the distant voices of Nathaniel and Justin. Looking down, he saw the chunks of flesh under his fingernails, felt the stinging on his cheeks, and the blood streaming down his face.

  “Mary!” he screamed again and again, as Nathaniel and Justin held him down.

  Justin’s voice was a blur of barely audible words. “Isaiah, calm down. It’s okay.”

  Isaiah began to weep uncontrollably. Nathaniel straddled Isaiah and held his arms down. Justin tore the top bed sheet and used the strips to tie him to the bed.

  “What the hell happened to him tonight, Justin?” Nathaniel demanded.

  “I don’t know. I wasn’t with him. Get my bag, while I tie his legs down.”

  “Mary!” Isaiah screamed out, as he fought against the restraints on his wrists.

  Justin snatched the necklace from Isaiah’s hand and slipped it into his pocket before Nathaniel returned. As Justin spoke more inaudible words to Nathaniel, Isaiah saw him preparing the syringe and began to struggle wildly.

  “No! I have to get Mary! She’ll be scared in the dark.”

  When the needle went into his arm, Isaiah stopped struggling and waited for the darkness to come.

  Nathaniel slammed his fist against the wall. “Damn it!”

  “We’ll move him to the east wing until he’s better,” Justin suggested without taking his eyes off of Isaiah. “No one goes there anyway.”

  Nathaniel shook his head. “He has to go or he’ll ruin everything.”

  Justin moved to Nathaniel’s side. “It would be too risky to move him like this. Besides you know I can’t leave. He’s my brother, please let me take care of him. What would you do if it was Noah?”

  Nathaniel considered Justin’s plea without taking his eyes off of Isaiah, who mumbled groggily to himself. Unless he was mistaken, Isaiah was now muttering quotes from Macbeth. Justin was right; he would do anything for Noah. He couldn’t force Justin to send his own brother away. With a quick nod, he walked out of the room.

  Justin was by Isaiah’s side again, cleaning the wounds on his face. Justin was talking, but the darkness was coming, and it didn’t matter anymore. Isaiah knew he would be safe in the darkness.

  “No!” he whimpered. “Not my doll. Take her blood off of me, Justin. It’s all over me.” Finally, the darkness enveloped him.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Hannah sure hoped that no one asked her about the movie she’d just watched, because she had been too distracted to pay attention. Her mind kept wandering back to the dream she’d had the night before. She had woken up so aroused that it was almost painful. She’d had sex dreams before, but there were sex dreams and then there were super hot sex dreams about your boyfriend’s brother. The worst part was that she was getting aroused just thinking about the dream. She couldn’t stop picturing him looking down at her with his blond hair falling over his eyes as he moved inside of her.

  As they walked out of the theater Hannah decided to try talking to Caitlin about the dream. Lydia hated Nathaniel so she would just think it was a sign that Hannah should leave him. Trish would have been her first choice, but she had a big paper to work on so she wasn’t even taking calls.

  “Have you ever had a sex dream about someone you weren’t with?” Hanna
h tried to make the questions casual.

  Caitlin gave her a sly smile. “All the time, but I’m single so I’ve got way too much pent up sexual frustration.”

  “I mean someone who you know you shouldn’t be having sex dreams about.”

  Caitlin shuddered. “I’ve had a couple about Justin, if you can believe that.”

  That actually didn’t surprise Hannah at all. There was a lot of sexual tension between them, but she knew Caitlin wouldn’t appreciate her observation. “So what do you think it means when you have a sex dream about someone who you shouldn’t think about that way?”

  Caitlin stopped. “Who have you been getting hot and heavy with in your dreams?”

  Hannah blushed. “You have to swear you won’t tell anyone about this.” Hannah couldn’t believe she was trusting Caitlin with this.

  Caitlin waited until they were far enough from the crowded theater to avoid being overheard. “So who was it? It wasn’t me was it? I don’t think I could keep that a secret.”

  “No, it wasn’t you.”

  “Noah?” Caitlin asked.

  Hannah’s blush was answer enough.

  Caitlin waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t stress about that. You spend a lot of time with Noah, and the subconscious is a strange thing. Besides he is pretty damn hot.”

  Hearing it from Caitlin made her feel a little better. Caitlin wouldn’t have resisted the urge to make fun of her if she thought it was a big deal. Hannah just wished that she could get the images out of her mind. She’d seen Noah pretty close to naked, so it hadn’t taken much effort for her subconscious to fill in the rest of the picture and it had been a very nice picture.

  “So,” Caitlin started in what Hannah had come to refer to as her gossipy tone. “I saw Nathaniel leaving your place when I dropped Lydia off last weekend.”

  “He stayed to help clean up after the party,” Hannah explained without meeting Caitlin’s gaze.

  “Must have been a very vigorous clean up. His hair was pretty messy and his shirt was buttoned wrong. I guess it got hot while you were cleaning up, and he had to take his clothes off.”