by Mlyn Hurn
Iain stepped forward, pushing the door open behind AnnaBelle. Leaning towards her, he spoke softly. “I’m coming up.”
AnnaBelle nodded imperceptibly. The look on her face spoke volumes to Iain. She obviously knew that arguing would be useless at the moment. “Good night, Pete.”
Pete nodded, obviously sensing the undercurrents between the other two. “I’ll be over in the morning, after I check a few things out.”
Iain gently pushed AnnaBelle into the building, turning to tell Pete over his shoulder, “You’ve got my cell phone number if anything comes up. Oh, and call before you come over to give us a little warning next time.”
The look in Pete’s eyes told Iain he had gotten the message. Iain turned as AnnaBelle made a disgusted noise and started towards the freight elevator. Iain locked the door and followed her quickly. The ride to the loft was more than just quiet, it was downright arctic! As soon as he opened the elevator doors, AnnaBelle took off towards the living room, her chin tilted at a defiant angle. Iain followed her slowly.
* * * * *
AnnaBelle had found her uncle’s liquor stash earlier, and pulled out a bottle of something. Twisting the cap off, she drank three swallows from the bottle. Coughing harshly, she recapped the bottle. Turning to the refrigerator, AnnaBelle pulled a can of diet soda out. Popping the metal ring, she took a few swallows from it. She heard Iain approach slowly. When she turned, he was standing a few feet away, arms folded across his chest.
“You can leave now. I’ll be fine by myself,” she added defiantly.
“I’m sure you would be fine on your own, AnnaBelle, but I’m not leaving. We need to talk.”
AnnaBelle moved quickly back to the living room, flopping onto the sofa. She wasn’t surprised when Iain came over a few minutes later carrying two glasses with about “two fingers” of her uncle’s whisky in each.
Iain ignored the soda she held up. “Go on and drink this. It will help your nerves.”
“My nerves will be fine. And by the way, we really don’t have anything to talk about. I got the message loud and clear earlier.” As Iain continued to hold the glass in front of her she took it and set the soda on the coffee table. She took a sip of the whisky, trying not to cough as it hit the back of her throat again. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as Iain leaned back into the sofa and casually sipped the whisky. It irritated her that Iain could sip the whisky so easily. He looked completely relaxed and at ease, while her stomach was knotted up.
AnnaBelle felt frustrated, hurt and angry. Lifting the glass, she downed the whisky in one gulp. A second later she was coughing and sputtering so badly that Iain reached over and patted her back. Embarrassment and shame filled her suddenly. Jumping to her feet, AnnaBelle started towards her bedroom. She stopped a foot away from the bedroom door, aware that Iain had followed her. She couldn’t face him as she spoke.
“Please leave, Iain. I don’t need you to hold my hand. You don’t have to worry that I’ll record you either. We’ll just forget we ever met.” A moment later she felt her arm caught by Iain’s hand and she was jerked around to face him.
“Damn it! What the hell are you babbling about?”
AnnaBelle sniffled loudly, not wanting to cry in front of Iain. “Earlier when we—“
“Made love?” Iain finished for her.
AnnaBelle jerked her arm from his grasp. “No, when you fucked me!”
Iain smiled slightly. “To be perfectly honest, AnnaBelle, I do believe that you were the one to fuck me first.”
AnnaBelle gasped. Of course it was technically true. Fine, she thought. She spun on her foot, muttering as she did, “Follow me.”
* * * * *
Iain watched AnnaBelle flounce into the bedroom. He finished his whisky slowly, thinking that this evening wasn’t going quite as he had imagined. A moment later he entered the bedroom. He had to stop short. AnnaBelle was lying on the bed, completely naked, with her thighs spread apart. She glared at him for a moment, and then turned her face to the side.
His peaceful, calm life was over. As he stripped his clothes off, he acknowledged that life with AnnaBelle would never be dull. And he admitted that life without AnnaBelle would be intolerable. So that left him one option. Iain moved to the foot of the bed and crawled up, between her thighs. He felt her tense and then relax. His hard cock was already eagerly demanding entrance against her soft, wet flesh.
AnnaBelle turned to look at him and he saw the tears on her cheeks. Gently he wiped the tears away. He pressed upwards and his cock entered her body, but just the head. He held himself above her on his outstretched arms. AnnaBelle though was already moving her thighs even further apart, bending her knees. The arch in her back allowed him to enter her a little more. He was surprised when AnnaBelle spoke softly.
“I can’t deny that I love you, Iain. Lying here, waiting for you, my body was already getting wet. All I had to do was think about you coming inside me again.”
“AnnaBelle, don’t look so sad. Everything will work out.” Iain whispered to her softly. “I promise you that.”
AnnaBelle nodded and then encircled his hips with her legs. Iain couldn’t resist and thrust fully into her wet pussy. He groaned as he felt her flesh melt away and then fold back around him. The heat was intense, made even more so as he looked into her eyes. One hand eased between their bodies as Iain withdrew. With careful deliberation, Iain moved his finger between her lips, under the hood of flesh. Slowly, Iain rotated his finger, pressing lightly, then heavily.
AnnaBelle’s body responded instantly, squirming, wiggling, and jerking her hips without rhythmic pattern. Iain held her gaze as he continued to caress and stroke her tender flesh into orgasmic release. She cried out when the spasms captured her body once again.
Iain couldn’t wait any longer. Removing his hand, he began thrusting more quickly and deeply into AnnaBelle’s womanly flesh. Feeling her sweet contractions around his cock, squeezing and pulling his needy flesh, there was no way he could slow down. A moment later, groaning loudly, his back arched and his hips jerked quickly to empty his fluid essence into AnnaBelle’s body. Exhausted, Iain lowered his body to rest against her for a moment.
AnnaBelle relaxed her legs, lowering them to the mattress, but she did nothing to hasten Iain leaving her body. When Iain finally turned them in the bed, AnnaBelle relaxed and pressed back against his hard body. Iain reached out and turned the light off. They soon were sleeping spoon fashion, nestled intimately together.
* * * * *
A dark figure turned away from the window he’d been looking into, even after the light went out. Cursing softly, he knew that the answer he sought still lay inside Fauster’s apartment or with his niece. He walked to the far edge of the building roof, gazing out over the city. This was one of the reasons he hated New York City. Americans didn’t take care of anything, and once something aged, they were ready to toss it out. Building or human, the treatment was the same.
Simon saw his chauffeur driven limousine was parked just below. The night was still young and he felt in need of some fresh blood. With a slight jump, Simon shape-shifted into a bat and gently flew the remaining distance to the ground. Hovering above the cement, Simon restored to his humanistic form. His chauffeur was already opening the rear door for him.
“Thank you, Franz. Why don’t you show me what you learned about the night life in this wretched place?”
Chapter 10
AnnaBelle turned over in bed, slowly realizing that she was alone. She hadn't expected that. In her pre-waking state, she had imagined Iain would still be in the bed beside her. There were things she wanted to tell him, her thoughts and feelings. Her body wanted him again this morning, even though he had awakened her during the night.
With very little movement, he had entered her from behind during the night. Iain had shifted her uppermost thigh, thrusting gently into her well-prepared cunt. His fingers had busily teased her clit for many minutes. AnnaBelle awakened as her body climaxed, barely
noticing his fingers so intimately coaxing and encouraging her body. Only then had his hard cock thrust completely into her, and that set off another spew of climactic muscle spasms.
AnnaBelle had gasped in stunned satiation as she felt him begin thrusting to his own climax. Soon Iain groaned and filled her womb with his seed. Lying quietly, AnnaBelle savored the feel of his cock jerking spasmodically and then finally quivering to completion inside her body. All the while, her muscles continued to erupt in little quivers and shivers, even after his body stopped moving. She had tried to continue pretending she was asleep, all the while she lay quietly, and strove to take in every sensation her body was feeling in the aftermath of their climaxes, even as his manhood shrank back to normal size. Eventually she had drifted back to sleep.
Now she was awake and could tell that it was light out already, but she had no idea of the time. Closing her eyes for a few minutes longer and ignoring the sense of loneliness, AnnaBelle recalled the day before—the first time Iain had made love to her. So easily she remembered how her body had felt. Nothing could have halted the scream of ecstasy that rent the silence as her body experienced a pinnacle of arousal. The orgasm crashed over her like a tsunami. She knew it was coming, but she’d had no idea how big or powerful it would, or could be. The hard, vigorous jerking had begun to slow down, and her body had still continued shaking and shivering in random, uncontrollable muscular reactions for quite some time afterwards.
Opening her eyes reluctantly and returning to the present, AnnaBelle slid from the bed. She had three pressing needs as she stumbled to the bedroom doorway, which was open. Iain was sitting on the sofa, dressed and obviously freshly showered from the slicked back look of his hair. He was also sipping coffee, but he turned his head towards the bedroom as AnnaBelle cursed loudly.
“Damn it!”
She was aware of Iain watching as she struggled to kick free of the blankets she had dragged with her feet. When she finally got free, she looked up and met Iain’s eyes. His one eyebrow was curved upwards inquiringly.
“Don’t you dare laugh.”
Iain shook his head, coming to his feet. “Do you need some help?”
AnnaBelle came forward and had to brush past Iain. She didn’t dare stop for two reasons: she knew that she had to smell strongly of sex and secondly, her bladder felt near to bursting. Moving quickly she walked to the bathroom, barely pausing to push the door to close it. Sitting on the toilet, and very grateful that she’d made it in time, she lowered her head to her hands.
“God!” she muttered into her hands. “I feel like a slug.”
“You look beautiful.”
AnnaBelle parted two fingers and glared up at Iain with one eye. “You probably don’t want to get too close. I stink.”
“Aah. You mean that pungent aroma of sexual activity signifying total mind and body satiation?”
AnnaBelle lowered her hands this time to look at Iain. “I thought vampires had heightened senses. Like better eyesight, hearing and smelling?”
“That is true, my sweet.”
AnnaBelle held up her hands. “Stop right there! You are being much too nice. Please go out and let me pee and shower in peace.”
Iain partially closed the bathroom door, telling AnnaBelle as he left. “I’ll see what I can find to eat.”
* * * * *
Iain had only taken a few steps when he heard the toilet flush, followed by AnnaBelle shouting loudly. “Thanks! I’m starving.”
Iain paused, wondering if AnnaBelle would appreciate knowing about the mascara smeared above and below her eyes. He’d only gone two more steps when he heard her shriek in the bathroom.
“Damn! I look like a freakin’ raccoon!”
Smiling, Iain made his way to the kitchen. He found eggs, milk and bread. As he set those on the counter, his cell phone rang. Pulling it from his shirt pocket, he answered. “Hello?”
“It’s Pete. Is AnnaBelle right there?”
“No, she’s grabbing a quick shower before we eat. I could stretch this to serve three if you want to join us.”
“Thanks. I’ll come on over then. I just wanted to let you know that I checked the hospitals and no one fitting Fauster’s description was admitted over the last few days.”
Iain nodded his head, but still asked the other most important question. “The morgues?”
Pete sighed heavily before he answered. “Yeah, I checked there too. No John Does fit his description. That doesn’t mean he’s all right.”
Iain nodded and then added, “I’m sure there are lots of missing people who are dead and the body is just never found. But we won’t go there yet.”
“Yeah,” Pete agreed. “I’ll be over in about ten minutes.”
Iain turned the phone off, and set it on the counter. Deciding he didn’t want AnnaBelle waltzing out of the bathroom naked after Pete had arrived, he went back and opened the door. He could clearly see AnnaBelle’s body through the clear shower glass. It was only partly fogged over.
“AnnaBelle?”
* * * * *
The hot water felt incredible as it streamed over her hair and down her body. She had scrubbed vigorously until she was sure she smelled clean. What would happen today? She didn’t have the slightest idea. The only two things she was sure of this morning were her uncle was missing and that her heart most definitely still belonged to Iain. Of course, it wasn’t logical and went against everything she’d believed about herself and relationships. She had half-hoped that pretending to just be there for sex last evening would have helped retrieve her heart back from Iain’s hands.
It hadn't worked as she thought. Iain’s touch had been gentle, tender and caring. When he looked in her eyes, she had felt something inside of her give way. Instead of allowing her to put distance between them, she felt like she was becoming inexplicably joined to Iain. And all of this was regardless of the fact that Iain had not taken her as she begged. In spite of her spoken and unspoken pleas, Iain had not awakened her to the Vampiric ways.
All of these things seemed to lead her to the fact that Iain didn’t want the link with her. It was almost funny, AnnaBelle thought to herself. She had been rejected and had done some rejecting herself. Nothing had ever felt this bad. Turning her face into the water, she couldn’t shake the fear that this was a rejection she might not get over. Or at least it would take a very long time.
“AnnaBelle.”
She turned as she heard Iain saying her name. Through the shower glass she could see him quite clearly. She saw his eyes travel down and she knew then that he could obviously see her just as clearly as she’d seen him!
“I’m almost done,” she told him, raising her voice to be heard over the water.
“Pete just called and is on his way over. I didn’t think you’d want to come out of the bathroom—“
AnnaBelle held her hand up and then turned the water off. “Can you hand me a towel?”
Iain shook his head and opened the shower door. “No, but I’ll dry you off.” He reached over and pulled a towel from the rack.
AnnaBelle shoved her wet hair back from her face and stepped out. She didn’t want to argue over it, nor did she want to get caught by Pete like yesterday. She had acted like it didn’t matter to her, but it had. Stepping forward, Iain started drying her off. She turned around when he twirled his fingers. As she felt Iain moving the towel over her back and then down past her bottom and finally her legs, she glanced up and saw their reflection in the mirror.
“I can see you in the mirror.”
Iain stood up and looked over her shoulder at their images. He smiled slightly. “Hmm, I guess that is another vampire myth debunked.” Holding the towel in his hands, he wrapped it around her, his hands meeting over her breasts.
AnnaBelle couldn’t stop the flush that darkened her cheeks. “I better go get dressed.”
Iain looked from her face downwards, his hands releasing the towel. They both watched as her breasts came back into view, but the pressure of Iain
’s body, now close behind her, kept the towel from dropping to the floor. AnnaBelle couldn’t turn away as Iain’s hands lifted to cup her firm, full breasts. As his hands began a gentle massage of her flesh, AnnaBelle felt her nipples turn into hard pearls, pressing eagerly into his palms.
Iain leaned into her body, letting her feel his demanding, hard cock against her cheeks. He lowered his head until his mouth was against her ear. “I think even if we had made love ten times last night, I’d still want you this badly in the morning.” His mouth lowered, traveling down the side of her neck. One hand pulled all her hair to the other side. When he glanced back up, AnnaBelle saw the glow in his eyes. It was like a fire burning inside him, waiting to devour him and anyone else who dared to come too close.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, unable to stop the words or the shock of fear that chased through her suddenly.
Like a veil, the fire in his eyes was covered and he looked away from AnnaBelle. He stepped away from her and the towel dropped to the floor. Walking through the doorway, he spoke softly, yet AnnaBelle heard the hoarseness and the barely contained emotions. “I’ll go start breakfast and you can get dressed. We don’t have much time.”
AnnaBelle watched Iain walk towards the kitchen before she bent down and retrieved the towel. She hurried through the living room to the bedroom. This time she completely shut the door. Unable to stand, she flopped onto the bed. Closing her eyes, she could easily recall the look that had appeared for those few seconds. Why she had cried out, she couldn’t say. Maybe it had been fear. She’d been asking for him to bite her neck and suck her blood. But when it looked like he might just do it, she cried “wolf”, so to speak.
After a few minutes she sat up and looked at the open closet. Her few clothes barely took up a tenth of the space, reminding her that her life was in Paris. Being here was only temporary. As soon as her uncle returned, she’d be flying back home and resuming her normal life. Seeing the only dress she’d brought, calf-length, lightweight cotton and flowery, AnnaBelle decided it would have to do. Skipping underwear, she pulled the dress on. Hastily she combed her hair and then French braided it down her back. When she reentered the living room, she was barefoot.
