A Mate for Griffin

by Charlene Hartnady

  “Don’t shoot one of us.” Sam frowned. “You can be as trigger-happy as fuck.”

  “Radio before you come in, to avoid accidents.” Earl grinned. The smile disappeared almost as quickly as it had arrived. “Chester, make sure you dig a deep enough grave. I don’t want the body dug up by wolves or bears. In other words, if I see you come back here within two hours, I’m shooting your ass and the rest of us will keep your share of the forty grand. Am I clear?”

  Chester clenched his jaw before giving a tight nod. It was evident that there was no love lost between the two. The old pervert reached down and picked her up. He was much stronger than what he looked. She groaned, as the ropes dug into her. Her head spun and her vision blurred. His fingers dug into her arms, holding her up, so that she didn’t fall onto her ass. Her feet were loosely bound. The three others headed out, leaving the door open.

  Chester pulled her forward and Sarah turned to look outside. The spotlights were bright, it almost seemed like day in the clearing. A loud sob escaped as she saw the body lying on the grass. Even though he lay at least twenty feet away, she could still see that it was Griffin. The curve of his jaw. The color of his hair. His build. She knew it was him with a burning certainty that had her heart clenching and her breath catching. His chest was soaked in blood. The whole cavity was raised and unmoving. His eyes were open and unseeing. He was dead.

  “Come, girl.” Chester yanked on her arms and the rope bit into her. Sarah sobbed again. Tears were streaming down her face. “Are those tears for your boyfriend or for yourself?” He pulled her towards one of the doors. “Save your tears, you’ll be joining him soon enough.” Then he laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to say a prayer for him when I’m covering the grave. He’ll rot in hell. Vampire fuck.”

  Sarah had to shuffle fast to keep up. Another wave of nausea rolled through her and she grit her teeth behind the gag. If she puked she might choke on her vomit.

  Chester opened the door, not bothering to close it behind him. He tossed her on the bed. Sarah landed face first. Unable to breathe, she panicked for a second, but managed to get her head to the side. She sucked in air through her nose trying to get herself under control.

  “Let’s see what we have under this.” He fingered the material of her dress.

  Sarah made a negative sound. Trying to say no. She tried to kick out at him but he swatted her ass.

  “Be a good girl or I’ll have to smack you.” He laughed, like he’d just told the funniest joke. “You wouldn’t like that very much, I can assure you.” He ran his grimy hands over her ass. “Oh yes, baby girl.” The old pig’s voice was gruff. He turned her around, so that she was lying on her tied hands. It hurt. She could feel tears, still falling down her cheeks, but couldn’t stop. Griffin was gone. Eleanor had warned him that he needed a few weeks recovery at the very least. She had told him that dying again too soon might mean not coming back again. The bullets had been silver.

  Silver.

  She made a sound of anguish as Chester unsheathed a blade. “Don’t worry, honey, I’m not going to hurt you.” The old fart thought that she was upset because of the knife.

  He sliced all the way up the dress, parting the material. His eyes moved over her, stopping on her breasts. “Doesn’t get too much better.” He clutched at the front of his pants and squeezed himself. Chester groaned closing his eyes as he did. “What I wouldn’t give to fuck you, babe. I’m almost willing to forfeit ten grand…that’s how hot you are.” He leaned over, her leering at her.

  “Earl never said anything about touching you a little.”

  She tried to move away but it was impossible. His hands were on her breasts squeezing and kneading them, hard. Thankfully he had left her bra on but that wasn’t much consolation.

  She moaned in both pain and frustration as he continued to grope her.

  “Shit…just shit. I haven’t felt tits like that in a long fucking time. It’s a waste that they plan on killing you, baby. A crying shame.” He kneaded her breasts a few more times before finally letting her go.

  He gave his pants another squeeze. “Going to shoot my load just looking at you.”

  Sarah panicked when he unzipped his pants. Was this guy for real? What a disgusting jerk.

  “Just lie there, honey.” His voice was low and husky. He leaned over her, his beady eyes on her chest. His hand jerked up and down and his eyes rolled back. “Fuck me,” he growled. “I wouldn’t need Viagra with a sweet thing like you. No sir.” His breath was coming in sharp pants. “What I wouldn’t give to sample the goods.” His arm jerked back and forth and bile rose up in her throat.

  Sarah tried not to watch. She didn’t want to see any part of him. It was bad enough that his disgusting stare was all over her, making her skin crawl just as badly as it would if a whole nest of maggots crawled over her skin. She felt dirty. Sarah couldn’t help it, she cried harder but it seemed to fuel his lust. Chester made grunting noises, which she tried hard to drown out.

  Within seconds, his weight lifted off the bed and he groaned. When she opened her eyes he was leaning in the corner, his white flabby ass was bare. “Oh hell.” he sighed. “That was fucking amazing. I haven’t come that hard in years.” He put himself back in his pants and zipped before turning. His face was red and sweaty.

  What a pig. What a disgusting, little man.

  “I’ll be back later, honey.” He winked at her. “I might not be allowed to fuck you but I plan on touching you some more, that’s for fucking sure. I might never get another chance like this.” He winked at her again. “Oh…fuck! I forgot to tie you to the bed.”

  He left the room for a few seconds before returning with a piece of rope. He haphazardly tied her to one bedpost. “It’s not like you’re going anywhere.” he chuckled. “I’ll be seeing you later.”

  She made a moaning noise.

  “What’s that?” Chester laughed. “You’ll miss me. Ahhh that’s so sweet. I’ll miss you too, honey.” He chuckled as he walked out the door, closing it behind him. There was a sound of a key turning in the lock.

  Sarah gave in and wept. Heart wrenching sobs racked her body. She didn’t cry for herself, or what had just happened. She didn’t cry about what was going to happen either. Griffin was dead.

  There was a small chance he would come back. That asshole Chester was going to dig a deep grave. There would be no sensors. No one to come to his rescue if he did, by some miracle come back from the dead.

  She wasn’t just going to lie here. Sarah was going to fight. She had to twist her body to reach the tie that bound her to the bed. She could only manage putting herself into the pretzel position for a few seconds at a time. It was slow and tedious. After about a half an hour her fingertips started to feel raw but she kept at it. Her wrists didn’t feel much better as the rope pulled tight every time she moved her hands.

  She wasn’t sure how long she worked, maybe another half hour or so. Her fingers were definitely bleeding and her wrists were more than likely completely raw but the rope came undone. Sarah lay on the bed, allowing herself a few minutes of rest. Next she would need to work on the ties on her feet. Then she could try and find a knife or something.

  A key in the lock sounded and the door to the bedroom creaked opened. It hadn’t been two hours yet, had it? Chester couldn’t be back. Then again, time was a bit of a blur. Maybe it was the other guys. Surely finding and stashing a vehicle would take time. Earl had specifically told them to take it to Sweetwater.

  She twisted her neck. Earl was staring at her from the door. What was he doing here?

  He smirked, his gaze dropping to her breasts. No! Hell no!

  “Looks like you and I have some alone time together. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. Had to make sure there were no more of those bloodsuckers out there.” he smiled. “That geezer thought he could touch you. He thought I would be willing to share you, well, fuck that.”

  Her heart sped up.

  “Don’t go all wide-eyed on me
, girl. You went to those vampires in the hope that they would breed with you. Don’t even deny that you opened those thighs to a whole bunch of them. What’s one more cock before you die?” He shook his head. “Hell, I call it a service to make sure that the last cock you take is human. It would be doing my duty.” He walked over to the bed and loosened her gag.

  “Don’t touch me,” she gasped. “I’ll scream. I’ll tell the others.” Her lips stuck to her teeth.

  “Scream all you want, princess.” He cocked his head, looming over her. “Feel free to tell the others. Chester would have free rein. Do you really want that old fuck with his mittens all over you? Lewis would be only too happy as well. Young, pimply asshole has probably never had a woman. I doubt Sam would be interested, but you never know. The four of us are sitting tight until your drop off tomorrow. No one knows that we are out here. There’s no one coming to rescue your pretty little ass.” He lifted his brows in thought. “Tell the others that I touched you and your pussy will be well used by the time we drop you off. It will look like half the coven fucked you before killing you. So please, by all means, tell them.”

  “Please don’t do this.” She watched in horror as he removed his pants, folding them neatly and placing them on the chair.

  “What about DNA? I thought you said that you couldn’t leave any evidence.” Her voice was raspy and her lips were dry. She was trying hard not to panic. “You said that if human DNA was found on me that—”

  “Oh yes…thanks for the reminder.” He removed his wallet from his pants and pulled out a silver foil. “And just so you know, I have a whole box of these in the car for the others if you don’t behave and do as I say.”

  The piece of shit planned to rape her using a condom. She shook her head. “I’m a person. I have feelings. My name is Sarah. I’m a pre-school teacher. I have a—”

  “I don’t give a fuck who you are, Sarah. You should’ve thought about all of that before you made yourself into a vampire whore.” He tore the end off of the foil pack and pulled out his penis. His shirt was still on.

  “Don’t you have a sister? A daughter? I know you have a mother. I am someone’s daughter. Someone’s—”

  “Shut the fuck up or I’ll put the gag back on. My sister would never fuck a vampire. Never. I don’t want you comparing yourself to her.”

  “You are about to rape me. How would you feel if—”

  He slapped her across the face. Her ear rang and her cheek stung. “Don’t say that. I’m doing you a favor, bitch. You won’t die a vampire whore. A whore yes, but a vampire whore…no!”

  He grabbed ahold of her and roughly pulled at her bra. “I need to try and get hard for you. Not easy considering who you’ve opened your legs to. I’m not a fucking pervert like Chester. I’m not doing this for myself, I’m doing this to help you.” He was certifiable. A favor? Really?

  “No, please. You don’t have to help me. You don’t have to do this. I didn’t have sex with any vampires. I left because I wasn’t happy. I’m not a whore.” She squeezed her eyes shut. Griffin would forgive her for the lie. The words tasted bad on her tongue. “I didn’t want anything to do with them.” A tear ran down her cheek.

  “Oh and look at that”—he looked down at his now hard member—“I got it up for you in the end.” He turned her onto her stomach, his hands rough. Something hard and heavy dug into her back, holding her in place. It was his knee. It hurt. Her whole body was pushed into the mattress.

  She twisted so that she could see him. The asshole was rolling the condom onto himself. It looked like he still planned on raping her regardless. Sickos like this were the lowest of the low, the most depraved bastards of society. It shouldn’t surprise her that they were rapists as well as kidnappers. This asshole had convinced himself that it wasn’t rape. That he was doing her a favor or something and it didn’t matter what she said. He would do it anyway. He would convince himself that it was okay.

  “I’m not a total bastard.” he snickered. “I’ll make sure that you come since this is your last time. If you keep this between us, I’ll keep the others away from you.” He winked at her.

  “Please don’t. Please.” He lifted her and started pulling on her underwear. Sarah tried to keep her legs together.

  “Let me take them off or I’ll fucking rip them. It’ll be more difficult to stop the others if your pussy is out there for everyone to see.” She made a choking noise born of anger and frustration, but held still as he slid her panties down until they were around her knees.

  He cursed. “We don’t have a whole lot of time but I want you wide open for me.”

  “No. Please.” Sarah gasped. She was holding onto her last piece of sanity. Her legs were still tied loosely together at the ankles. Earl worked on the knots. Her arms were still bound tightly behind her back and her head was shoved into the mattress. “I beg you not to do this. Please, Earl.”

  She tried to get up but he clasped a hand around her neck and squeezed. “I can hurt you badly without leaving a single mark. It’s up to you how this goes down. We can make this fun or it can hurt, Sarah. Think carefully about which you would prefer.” His voice was cold and indifferent. He meant it.

  Then he pulled her underwear the rest of the way off. On reflex, Sarah kicked back. Maybe she could nail him in the head and knock him out. Her heel connected with something meaty but he didn’t so much as grunt, he gripped her by the ankle and twisted. Sarah cried out. It felt like her bones were crushing. He yanked on her leg and shoved a knee between her thighs. Sarah felt her thighs part. His knee was between them so she couldn’t close them again. She tried to twist out of his grasp. Choking, mind numbing panic raced through her.

  She screamed.

  Chapter 14

  “Still fucking bleeding,” the male muttered. “Strange fucking creatures. Dead and bleeding. Makes no fucking sense.”

  His head bashed against another rock. The ground was damp.

  “Heavy fucker.” The elderly male grumbled as he sucked in a lungful of air. He grunted and groaned as he continued to pull Griffin along the uneven terrain.

  Griffin had begun bleeding profusely as his heart started back up. He felt his lifeblood drain. There had been initial panic because if his wound didn’t heal soon he would die all over again and this time there was definitely no coming back. It had shocked the fuck out of him that he had come back at all.

  This time when the pain had seared him it had been welcome. Every time the old fuck turned away to catch his breath, Griffin had moved. A finger or an arm. Just a twitch of a muscle. Sarah was on the forefront of his mind. It helped him through the blinding pain.

  Griffin felt drained. Useless as fuck. Even the tiniest movements were a hardship. He was sure that if he gave into the sleep that beckoned, that he would never awaken. It couldn’t happen. His female needed him.

  The need to kill these fucks was all consuming. Frustration gnawed at him. His limbs felt like they weighed a ton. His head felt big and his tongue thick. Every part of him hurt. At least he was alive.

  The male dropped his arm and he felt his fingers hit the soft earth. When the other male used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face, Griffin stretched out his leg. He grit his teeth to prevent himself from crying out. The pain was excruciating but welcome. He would move every fucking muscle if it killed him. Griffin had to hold back a laugh. He was on the verge of death. So close that he could feel its hold, its subtle embrace. Its promise of peace. Fuck peace. Fuck rest.

  He forced himself to clench his fists. It was difficult to hold back the desire to gulp for air. Slow, shallow breaths. Easy. The only advantage he had was surprise.

  It was normal to remain in a state of paralysis for a time. To allow the body a chance to heal. There were no such luxuries today. As soon as he became conscious he had fought for movement. Now he fought to regain control of his limbs. Thankfully, the grievous wound to his heart no longer bled as much. The wound to his chest cavity and belly had begun to heal as well. />
  Griffin wasn’t sure he was strong enough to take this fucker down. It was going to be tough. Maybe even impossible but he would try. The male had a knife in his belt and there was a holster on his chest. His hair was a shock of white and his face was lined. It was lucky that the weaker of the males had been sent to bury him.

  If he was going to do this, he needed blood and lots of it. Rest would be good too. A couple of weeks in bed might do the trick. Rest would have to wait but blood could not. It disgusted him to even think of drinking from this bastard but he would do it if it meant having the strength to rescue Sarah. The trick was to injure the male but not to kill him, then he could drink his fill. The problem was if he didn’t hurt him enough, he might not have the strength to fight him a second time. He could do this.

  He knew he needed to wait until the last possible moment to strike. To give himself as much recovery time as possible. Hopefully, his heart would have healed sufficiently. The bullet had torn open the organ and if that tear was not properly knitted by the time he made his move, all bets were off and Sarah would be lost. It couldn’t be allowed to happen. Their plans could not be carried out. Griffin had no idea what they were exactly, but he knew that they were no good. He could smell evil on this male. He could smell Sarah as well. Her scent was strong, he used it to fuel his anger.

  “Here we are.” The old man grunted, while giving him a final hard pull. “The hole is deep enough.” he grumbled. “That bastard can go to hell. Better yet, he can come and dig himself if he wants a deeper grave.” He hawked and spat onto the ground next to Griffin’s head. “Dig a deep enough grave and don’t come back for at least two hours.” The male spoke strangely. Griffin suspected that he was mimicking someone else’s voice. “Two whole fucking hours. Can you believe that?”

  The male leaned over him and for a second Griffin thought that he was actually speaking to him. That he had realized that he was still alive. “I’m going to bury your ass and then I’m going to sit under the shade of that tree and—”