Dating Two Dragons

by Sky Winters

  “Son, do you think they would have let me run the council if I had held on to my motherly emotions for you. I had to be strong. Women had no stature back in those times. Even among vampires. So I had to prove that I was worth that seat. I had huge boots to fill, so I had to leave you, but it was for the better good son.”

  “I don’t believe a single word you said. You’re just a power hungry woman, who wants nobody to question her leadership, that’s why you’re here, that’s why you want to kill this innocent human girl, who hasn’t even lived long enough to see what the world is like.”

  “The world is shitty enough boy, I’m just here to end her misery before she cuts her own throat.” she cupped her hands, closed her eyes, and started chanting something very slowly. Before Adrian could move her icy hands clenched deep in Adrian’s throat. He fell down unconscious.

  “Now let’s find you.” She smiled, raised her eyebrows, and started looking for Cindy in the house. It did not take her long to figure out where she would be.

  Chapter 10: The Betrayal

  Ms. Biel sensed Cindy’s body heat, and went straight to the bedroom. Adrian was lying unconscious on the floor. She just walked right through the door, to find Cindy tangled up in her sheets, naked. She walked toward her with light footsteps and sat beside her, at the edge of the bed, examining her body.

  “I guess my son has a good taste,” she gasped. She lifted her hand up and with that movement; Cindy rose up in the air, a few feet above the bed. The sheets slipped over her body, revealing her nakedness. “I thought you’re just a kid, but you have a woman’s body. What a waste.”

  Ms. Biel closed her fist. It felt as if an invisible hand was choking Cindy. Cindy awoke in horror to see Ms. Biel’s face.

  “Good bye, Cindy. You were a good housecleaner. I didn’t want things to end like this, but… I’m sorry.” Before she could twist her wrist, a hand pierced through her chest, holding out her dead unbeating heart, drenched in icy-cold blood. Ms. Biel’s hold over Cindy was over. Cindy collapsed back onto the bed.

  It was Adrian’s hand. He quickly drew his hand out of Ms. Biel. Ms. Biel had enough strength left in her, to look back at the person who took away her life in seconds. Her reign as the vampire queen was over. She was surprised to see that it was Adrian, standing right behind him, holding her heart.

  She touched her fair long face with her cold lifeless hands. “I love you, Adrian,” she said in an almost inaudible voice that was low and shaky.

  “I’m sorry mom,” he cried. He felt her heart turn into black dust. “I love you too, but I know you killed my father and your reign has to end,” he cried once again. He wrapped his arms around her.

  “Son, your bloodline is pure, so I wanted to protect you. You have royal blood in you, and you get to be the King of all the vampires in the world,” those were her last words. Her body turned into dust.

  Adrian knelt down on the floor and started to dig the dust, out of frustration, hoping to revive his mother once again, but it was too late. He had made his choice. Only time could tell whether he made the right decision or not, but he had to do that, because Cindy’s life was at stake. He had to do that to finally honor his father’s death.

  Cindy became conscious again, and in horror realized what had just happened.

  “Adrian, I am sorry.”

  She got up and wrapped a sheet around herself. Then she sat beside Adrian, and hugged him as tightly as she could.

  “It’s my fault,” she said, “I wish I hadn’t come to the party.”

  “No, it’s not. I asked mom a number of times, that it didn’t have to be this way, but she was so blinded by power that she couldn’t get a hold on her burning rage, which eventually got her killed.”

  They sat on the floor for a while and then slept tangled in each other’s arms.

  “Cindy,” he said, “I would like you to live here in the Hamptons with me. I want a life with you in it.”

  Chapter 11: New Beginning

  After a month, Adrian became the head of the vampire council. Not because he was the son of Ms. Biel, but because he was the strongest, wealthiest, and wisest vampire around to make decisions for the various vampire communities around the world. He carried on from where his father left.

  He stood on the balcony of his mansion and stared out at the calm waters of the Atlantic that silhouetted the full moon. Cindy walked toward him, naked, holding a couple of champagne glasses in her hands. Adrian turned to look at her, and grabbed her from the waist. The glasses in her hand fell down and broke.

  He started kissing her everywhere. “I wanna make love to you,” he said, as he tore off his clothes. “I wanna make you mine forever.”

  “This is what I want Adrian,” she ripped his pants off.

  He pressed her breasts with both his hands and kissed her belly, while kneeling down on the floor. Cindy grabbed him from his long blonde hair and pulled him up. He pushed her against his chest and asked in a seductive voice. “Let me ask you one last time, are you ready to be my vampire bride? Because if you say yes, then you’ll no longer be a human, you’ll be much more than that, and for survival you’ll be needing blood.”

  “Do you drink human blood?” she inquired anxiously.

  “I used to drink human blood,”

  “So how do you get to survive without it then?”

  “There are so many ways to survive, but all we need is a little love and commitment. If we promise to be truthful to each other forever then I believe that our life will be so much easier.”

  “What are the alternate ways to survive?”

  “We could feed on blood bags and animals,”

  “Sounds fair enough to me,” she kissed him on the lips, “make me yours forever then.”

  “Okay, now I want you to hold me tight, because it’s going to sting a little,” he said, “Is this your first time?”

  “Of course it is, I don’t run into sexy vampires every day,” she giggled.

  She wrapped her arms around him as tightly as she could. Adrian brushed her long hair away from her neck, and began to kiss it. His fangs clicked down and he sank them into her tender neck. Cindy felt a little pain, but mostly intense pleasure. He sucked from her. Then he drew his fangs out and bit his own wrist. “Drink,” he said with a sweet smile on his face. Cindy took a deep breath and drank from his wrist.

  Her pulse dropped, and her heartbeat slowed down. In a moment, she was unconscious. Adrian picked up her in his arms, and took her right to bed, and waited for her vampire queen to wake up when the time was right. And that was how Vamperella, queen of the vampires, was born.

  THE END

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  Outlaw Hero

  “Come on, come on, pick up,” Melanie Carr said under her breath, surprised that the payphone actually worked. She couldn’t remember the last time she had found a payphone, let alone one that still functioned. Stevie, her two-year-old son, was asleep in the carseat at her feet. She had driven all night from Dublin, Ohio to arrive in Washington DC the following morning. Melanie normally planned things better, but this time she had to act fast.

  Finally, there came the sound of someone answering her call for help. “Hello?” the muffled voice of her former best friend Casey asked.

  “Casey?” Melanie replied. “This is Melanie Carr from Ohio State, your sophomore roommate. We talked on Facebook recently about me visiting?”

  There was a slight sigh on the other end that Melanie suspected she was not intended to hear. “It got that bad?”

  She clutched the hard, metal, barely bendable phone cord and a sob came out as she spoke. “Yes,” she said. “It got that bad. I’m at a gas station outside 270. What’s your address again?”

  After packing her kid back into the car, she made her way to Casey’s house in the DC suburbs, somehow finding it through her tears and the fog of the early morning. She was relieved to see that she wou
ld not have to go through the awkward business of ringing the doorbell once there; Casey was already standing on the front porch, waiting for her.

  Melanie put the car into park and got out, keeping the back door of her small, white SUV open so she could retrieve her son and her luggage once the reintroductions were over. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her green rain jacket and walked up to greet her waiting friend. “I never intended to spring this up on you, but…”

  Casey looked at her college friend. Melanie looked remarkably the same even though they were now eight years older. She was still slender with long, curly golden brown hair, blue-green eyes and a cute dusting of freckles across her nose. But the purple bruise around her left eye… That was new.

  “Hush,” Casey said as soon as she noticed that. She opened her arms for Melanie, who gladly fell into them. Casey was several inches shorter than her friend, with short blonde hair and glasses, and she had always been the more nurturing of the two. Even now, even though Melanie had a toddler, Casey was more mothering. Melanie needed a friend like Casey back in her life.

  They unpacked the car together and took little sleepy Stevie up to one of the bedrooms so he could continue to sleep, oblivious to his mother’s problems. “Thank you,” Melanie said, pulling her long hair into a ponytail. She looked exhausted. “Jake hit me for the last time. He went to bed and I hit the road. I promise, it will only be for a few days. Once I can get a job, we’ll be out of your hair.”

  Casey waved that off, smiling at her friend. “You can stay as long as you need. I’ve got this house all to myself, and it’s so good to see you again.” She gently rubbed Melanie on her upper arm. “Get some sleep and you can start thinking about jobs and stuff later. You’ve got my number, right?”

  Melanie smiled back, appreciative. “I do. Thank you so much.”

  She went up to her bedroom that she would be sharing with Stevie for the time being. He was still fast asleep, wrapped up in the blankets. She did her best to get in beside him without waking him, and was soon asleep, too.

  When Melanie woke up, it was well into the middle of the afternoon. Stevie was playing quietly with some of his toys in the corner, but he was relieved when he saw that she was awake. “Mommy, where are we?”

  She rushed to his side as he sat on the floor. She had been unable to pack all of his toys up so quickly in their spontaneous move, but she managed to bring his favorites along with them. “We’re at my nice friend Casey’s house,” she told him. “We’re going to be living here for a while until we get a new house.”

  “Where are we?” he asked again, not understanding that they were far away from what they called home. “Where’s Daddy?”

  Melanie bit her lip. “We’ve moved away from Daddy,” she told him, trying to give him the news as gently as possible. “We are going to live in Washington DC now. You will love it here. This is where all of the presidents live!” She widened her eyes and her mouth as she told him that, so he would feel excited rather than concerned about his no-good father.

  Stevie gasped a little bit. “Even Taft??” The little boy had a strange fascination with President William Howard Taft ever since Melanie had shown him a picture of America’s heftiest president. Stevie liked him because ‘he looks like a walrus.’

  “Even Taft,” Melanie said, nodding wisely. “If you are very good, I will take you to visit him at some point. Would you like that?”

  Gasping even more, Stevie grinned. “Yes! I am very good!”

  She laughed. “You have to prove it to me, though.” She looked at her watch. It was nearing five p.m. and Casey would be home from work soon. Casey worked for a TV news station in DC, and that had allowed her to be able to afford her nice house in the suburbs. Melanie was hoping that she might have the same luck if she got out there and applied herself. “My nice friend is almost home from work and Mommy needs you to stay with her for a while, okay?”

  “Promise you won’t go see Taft without me?”

  Melanie smiled at her son. “I promise.”

  She kissed his head and unzipped one of her bags, pulling out her black laptop. Before she ventured forth to see what jobs she could go apply for, she needed to do some research.

  When Casey came home, Melanie felt as ready as she would ever be. “Do you mind watching Stevie while I go apply for a few of these things?” she asked her friend. It was getting into the evening now, so many of the jobs that she found would have to be applied for online, but she had found some restaurants and retail positions that she could still go check out in person.

  “Sure,” Casey said, smiling. “Here, you can borrow my Metro card.”

  Melanie took the offered card and carefully placed it into her purse. “He’s really into grilled cheese and chicken nuggets right now,” she told her. “His bedtime is nine o’clock. I’ll hopefully be back by then.”

  With that, she drove to the nearest Metro station and parked in the lot. She added money to the card and headed into DC. She’d visited the city once, on an elementary school field trip, but that had been when she was about eight, so she didn’t remember that much of it. It looked pretty as the evening slowly descended on it, however. She appreciated a city that was pretty at night. Growing up in Ohio, she was mostly used to seeing corn and farmland. She was ready for something different.

  It turned out that the places she had written down as potential new jobs were all either not looking for someone new or not looking for someone like her. She ended up being told by one of them to try applying on their website, but that was the best news she received.

  Feeling disappointed with herself, she decided to pop into one of the bars she saw and see if maybe they needed any help. The place was lively even though it was a weeknight. Melanie admired the space and the people who were hanging out there. Most of the people seemed to be partying with their friends after work. They appeared to be around her age, which gave her hope. Maybe this would be a good place to network…

  She sat down at the bar, not intending to drink but hoping to get someone’s attention. She had her son to get home to, after all, so she wasn’t planning to be there too long. The bartender came over to her. “What’ll you have?” he asked her.

  Looking up at him, Melanie’s jaw nearly fell to the floor. He was tall and the perfect amount of muscular, with short, jet black hair and piercing green eyes. He also had several tattoos on his arms and chest, including a large one of a tiger on his upper bicep. Melanie smirked a little to herself. She hadn’t ever been interested in men with tattoos, but this one intrigued her for some reason. He was wearing a white tank top and slightly holey jeans. He also wore dog tags, which dangled from his neck as he looked down at her.

  She suddenly realized that a long time had passed and she’d merely stared at him rather than answering his question. “Uh… Diet Coke, please?” she asked, instantly feeling lame. This bartender looked like the sort of person who expected everyone to drink hard liquor. And she could not blame him. Bartenders made their money from people buying the heavy stuff, not fountain drinks.

  Instead of snarling at her like the villain in a Popeye cartoon, he smiled. “Sure thing,” he said. Skillfully grabbing a glass from the counter and flipping it in his hand so the right end was up, he poured ice and soda into it and handed it over.

  “Thank you,” Melanie said politely. She had not expected him to have such a cute smile. He even had a big dimple in his left cheek.

  “No problem,” he replied. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

  It was her turn to smile. “How could you tell? Do I look that lost?”

  He leaned against the bar, chuckling. “I didn’t say that. I just noticed your accent, and noticed that you were looking around like you’d never been here before. This isn’t exactly a tourist spot.”

  Melanie blushed. She didn’t realize that she had a noticeable accent. Maybe she was just used to it. Casey had one, too, though it was somewhat fainter since she had lived in the DC area for s
everal years now. “I just moved here from Ohio,” she explained. “I was hoping to find a job, but so far… Well, I’m here.” She held up her Diet Coke as if she was making a toast and then took a long sip.

  The man’s eyes lit up when she mentioned needing a job. “I don’t know what’s cuter, your accent or how you blush when your accent is pointed out.”

  Her blush intensified and she rolled her eyes a little bit, smiling shyly. This guy was charming. With his tattoos and the faint scars on his forehead that she just now noticed, he resembled the stereotype of an ex-con, but he was charming. She was enjoying this conversation instead of wanting to head for the hills. After everything that had happened with her husband – her ex-husband now, she supposed – it surprised Melanie that she wanted to chat with this handsome stranger.

  “My name is Doug Albright. I may have some connections in town that could help you find a job.” He grabbed her glass and refilled it without her even needing to ask. She felt like she was suddenly the only other person in the bar.

  Feeling like being playful, she raised an eyebrow and smirked at Doug. “What kind of connections?” she asked. “Like Mafia connections?”

  He threw his head back and laughed. He came around the bar and sat beside her on a stool, holding a glass of something that looked like water but definitely did not smell like it. “Ohio, you are fun. I’m not in the Mafia. I’m the vice president of a motorcycle club called Stars and Stripes. And it just so happens that some of the other guys work in places around here. If you think you have what it takes, I’ll pass along the word that you’re looking to be hired.”