Immortal Fire Series; The Trilogy ~ Eighteen Summers, Severina, Rising Bloodtide

by K. M. Liss

  “Hey guys, we have a guest today,” he announced to the crew who had already gathered and were beginning their preparation.

  “Mon Dieu, Non! Severina?” Xavier almost fainted on the spot. Everyone came rushing up to her to say hello.

  “Hi, I'm visiting Paris, to see my old friend Miche,” Sevi explained, holding Miche's hand and gazing at him overly fondly.

  “Well I'll be!” Xavier exclaimed loudly. “How the hell do you know this ugly old bastard?” he asked, clearly fascinated to find out some more about their association.

  “Excuse me! Not so much of the old. Look, I was wondering if you could do some extra shots, with both of us?” Miche asked him.

  “Sure, I'd love to, really I would! But we only have men's wear.”

  “I have a few things we could use,” Lindy, the Garage Gear representative offered. She obviously wasn't about to let a freebie appearance by Severina slip through her fingers. She was probably way beyond their budget. “Let's get you both dressed then.”

  They were led to the changing rooms and given some dark clothing to change into. Sevi had an extra large dark grey shirt, which was belted in at the waist to form a very short dress, over a pair of black silky men's boxer shorts and she wore her own high heeled wedge boots. Her hair was whipped up into a messy waterfall of curls to the side. Traci added her usual smattering of artistic grunge makeup to complete the picture. Miche was outfitted in a deep grey and black GG signature graffiti strewn tracksuit. They both admired each other openly as they made their way over to Xavier.

  “Miche, let's get a few of you first and then we can let Sevi do her stuff, hmmm?”

  “Suits me.” He was soon well away in his usual sensual, manly world of creativity. He forgot where or who he really was when he was on location. He became his character, whoever that may be. In this case it was a mysterious street vigilante, cleaning up the corruption and filth in the city, like a modern day Batman. He had two quick changes of clothing to make and continued like the professional he was rapidly becoming. Xavier spurred him on and finally finished his shoot.

  Sevi clapped her hands together enthusiastically. “Oh my God, you're such a natural!” she exclaimed in delight. “I love it!”

  “Okay Severina darling, the floor's all yours.” Xavier motioned for her to join Miche.

  “Thanks, I'm really going to enjoy this.” She stood and walked over to Miche. His heart was pounding so hard he could almost see it thumping beneath his clothing. She was the best in the world. The top supermodel. He watched her with a mixture of raging passion and awe. Miche wondered if his shutterbug would ever recover from this experience. Because he had a feeling he himself might not.

  She stood up and began her fun and games. She stood behind him and wrapped her leg around his and draped herself over his shoulder with a subtle, sensual pout. His eyes lit up with a wonderful fire behind his lenses. He could feel everything going into heated overdrive. They stood together, face to face, closely entwined. She held his face between her hands as they stared, hard and serious into each other's eyes. He was sure everyone in the basement could warm their hands on them from ten feet away because their heat was already so intense. Xavier was snapping and muttering away to himself like a little old man on crack.

  She worked him all over, in ways he couldn't have imagined, twirling her arms around his neck and body and leaning against him in every conceivable way, with an air of tough but sexy streetwise attitude that was a perfect fit for the location and style of clothing. He went with her expertise, forming a mental partnership with her character. Xavier was on a roll, in ecstatic photographic heaven, sighing and ahhhing to himself, over and over again.

  “Pick me up and pretend I'm dead.”

  “What?”

  “Hold me as if you've found me dead.”

  He got into the feel of the moment and held her in his arms with a desperate agony in his eyes. Her head and hair hung low and her eyes were closed, her arm trailing down his leg loosely.

  “Kiss me now, as if it's for the last time,” she said quietly. He placed his lips to hers gently, in a poignant and erotic embrace. It was all he could do to keep his fangs retracted, they were dying to descend and kiss and bite her in a mad frenzy. He was almost drowning in desire. His heart was beating wildly in his chest as her eyes opened and met his. For a fiery moment, time stood still.

  “I think that'll do,” she whispered breathily. He reluctantly dropped her to her feet and she pulled away from him.

  “Jesus, Sevi...!” he gasped in a state of blind passion.

  “Sshhh, don't.” She laid her finger on his lips.

  Lindy came rushing up and gushed like a fountain.

  “That was nuclear hot. I can't tell you how marvellous that was. I've never been on a street wear shoot like it!”

  “Me neither...!” Xavier agreed, rather pink faced with excitement.

  “You're welcome. I like to give something away to the industry now and then.” She winked at them both cheekily. “Come on Miche, we need some lunch before we see the sights, don't we?”

  They got changed and after a round of farewells in the basement, made their way back to the car on the ground floor. They got inside and he immediately turned to her with his news. He needed to get things out in the open with her.

  “Before we go anywhere else, I need to tell you something. It's important,” he began.

  “Go on.”

  “My agency manager, Mercedes and I, are living together.”

  “Oh really? And is it very serious?” she asked staring into his eyes openly. There was a heavy note of disappointment in her tone, which cheered and encouraged him.

  “Absolutely not. I don't even like her very much.”

  “How come?” she asked raising her eyebrows in surprise.

  “She's domineering, overbearing, controlling, and possessive. You name it. She moved herself into my place before I had.”

  “Tell her to leave, go elsewhere to work Miche!”

  “I'm tied in for another fourteen months. Parfait, her agency, is my sole agent.”

  “Oh dear. That was a big mistake. Why on earth did you agree to that?”

  “I had no choice, believe me.”

  “It's okay,” she began quietly. “I understand your position, really I do. It doesn't affect us anyway, does it?”

  “No, of course not. And what is this 'us' exactly?” he asked with a pounding heart. He didn't dare hope there might be some future for them, even short term, in case his hopes were dashed. He knew there was a lot of heat and attraction between them, but he wanted a lot more than that.

  “I don't know. But tell me, what do you want me to be, in front of her? I don't want to cause trouble for you.”

  “Just a good friend. I've already told her I know you and Saba and that we'd worked together in Rome. But that's all.”

  “I can certainly play along with that. I assume she's one of our kind?”

  “She is. I don't think I'd be doing this job if it wasn't for that fact. She was intrigued by me.”

  “I suppose I'd better meet her soon. Let's get it out of the way, shall we?”

  “She's in Monaco at a show. We have two days before she comes back.”

  “That's very fortunate timing. So, you can show me your little love nest then,” she teased.

  “Oh ha ha..! There is no love in our little nest, I assure you.”

  “Take me there right now. I want to see it.”

  “Right now?”

  “Mmmm...”

  “You don't need to feed first?”

  “I suppose we should go out for some lunch.”

  “It's a shame we can't keep a food supply in the fridge, isn't it? Like humans do. Sometimes it's so inconvenient searching for our prey.”

  “Have you ever tasted chilled blood?”

  “No.”

  “It's not pleasant. You wouldn't want it too often, believe me.”

  “We can take a walk by the river. It'
s busy down there. Let's get something warm and tasty, hmmm?” he added with a grin in her direction. He tapped at his GPS and sped off hastily, following the French spoken directions, across Paris towards his apartment.

  An hour later, their hunger satiated, they hurried back together in a euphoric, aroused mood, both very obviously full of anticipation about the events ahead. As they entered the door, he turned to Sevi and touched her face.

  “I'm so glad you're here my sweet. You don't know how much.” His eyes held hers steadily, warmth building deep inside him.

  “Me too.” She kissed him on the cheek and took a quick look around.

  He followed her gaze, looking around the room. It was tidy and neat. The bedroom needed a quick clear up though.

  “Take a seat. I'll be back in a few minutes,” he said rushing off to change his clothes and have a quick shower. He quickly shoved all of Mercedes' stuff in his wardrobe and cleared her dressing table into the drawer below. He looked around, and after grabbing some clean clothes, dove into the bathroom.

  In a short time he was clean and dressed. He applied some of his new Chanel Bleu carefully here and there, and then headed back to the living room.

  “So, d'you want a drink?”

  “No. Not after last night and not on top of my lunch. Sit down, let's talk some more.” She held out her hand to him. He sat closely, his arm around her shoulders. He dropped a kiss on her head.

  “Mmmm, something smells much too nice...” she said breathing in deeply through her nose and rubbing her face into his neck.

  “I was just thinking the same thing,” he replied, taking another deep breath of her hair. She turned her face up to his.

  “Miche...?”

  “Yes?”

  “What are you really thinking, it's not that my hair smells nice, is it?”

  No, more like, how long can I keep this calm in your presence?

  “You know what I'm thinking, surely?”

  “I can guess and so am I. And how I want to. But, I'll tell you now, I'm really worried about it.” Her eyes searched his earnestly.

  “We've done this before. What's to worry about?” he asked her, stroking her cheek with his fingertip.

  “I know, and it meant a lot to me. Then you left and I cried for hours.”

  “Only hours, not days?”

  “It probably would have been days, but Saba put a stop to it.”

  “I suppose that's understandable. But Saba isn't here now. I'm not going anywhere this time, if that's what's worrying you?”

  She swivelled over and onto his lap and stared deeply into his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her closer.

  The way she looks at me sometimes... I want to drown in her eyes.

  “No, it's not that so much... Of you leaving, I mean. I'm scared Miche... Of us,” she whispered.

  “But why? I won't ever hurt you.”

  “It's not you hurting me that I'm scared of. But I've decided I'm not going to fight it. I can't and I don't want to. Let's see what happens, shall we?”

  She traced her finger around the outline of his mouth and then up the side of his face. His whole body lit up with a desire so strong it took his breath away. He closed his eyes as the sensation rolled over him like a tidal wave. She cupped his face with her hands and he felt her lips brush against his, back and forth. He was lost in another world.

  “Keep doing that,” he murmured in pure bliss, as wave after wave of tingling pleasure ran up and down the back of his neck.

  “I'm on fire. And shaking all over,” she gasped as she kissed him again and again.

  “And I can hardly breathe,” he whispered, turning her head and nuzzling softly at her ear.

  “Love me... Take me... I'm all yours Miche.”

  “Yes you are... All mine.”

  He wasn't entirely sure what she meant, but now wasn't the time for a deep philosophical discussion.

  He left the sofa on a wild high, carrying her into the bedroom, where they sank onto his huge round bed. Her hands wound through his hair as they kissed like starved souls. Their fangs descended and they nipped and licked at each other. He bit her lips gently, tasting her blood. As the small droplets smeared on his tongue, he groaned with delight. No one else could ever taste better than she did.

  His hands shook as he undressed her. He'd not seen her naked before. Their tryst in the Naples' alleyway had been animalistic, fast and wild, and almost fully dressed. Nothing like this. This was overwhelming, full of intense feelings and passion. Everything hurt inside him, he needed her so much. Her eyes held his as he pulled off her clothing. His insides contracted tightly and he was at a loss for words with the sight that lay before him. She wasn't just beautiful, she was perfection. Every part of her. He ran his hands all around her slowly and kissed her lovely breasts.

  “Ahhh, Sevi...”

  “Do I get to undress you now?”

  He lay back in heaven, watching, as she tugged off his clothing quickly, her eyes feasting on him, up and down his manly body in a frenzy.

  “My eyes are burning so hot they hurt.”

  “Take your lenses out. I want to see how much they burn for me.”

  She discarded them quickly and lay on top of him with a deep sigh.

  “How wonderful it is to finally be together like this, it feels so right, doesn't it?”

  “Much more than right,” he growled into her ear and turned them over with a quick roll.

  He tried to take it slowly, gently, and to savour every second, but he was overtaken by a primal need. A surge of passion that pushed him so hard he couldn't resist it.

  “I have to have you. Now.” And he was inside her wet warmth in a sudden thrust that made them both moan out loud.

  Her eyes blazed so brightly. Like fiery yellow diamonds. He buried his face in her neck and bit her, drawing her blood into his mouth and tasting her sweet flavour.

  He moved inside her a few times and then they both completely lost control. Their hands were all over each other, and they rolled around in such a heated state that he felt they would catch fire. He buried his hands in her lush hair and she fisted his roughly. Their kisses were fast and hard and she matched his thrusting ferocity with her own. Their teeth bit deeply and their harsh groans and growls of passion and pleasure came often. She suddenly arched her back and clung to him, her eyes blazing red and speckled with beautiful white flashes, accompanied by a perfect snarling purr that made him feel dizzy with delight.

  “Miche, my love,” she gasped and he felt her fast contractions inside, tightening around his hardness. As he looked into her eyes, he felt it rising from deep within him. A wave of blissful feeling that was much too good to be true. He saw a flash of brightest red and he came inside her with a loud growling and snarling that shocked him with the intensity of it. He had never felt anything like it in his life whether it be with a human or vampire. It made every one of his previous sexual experiences pale into insignificance.

  At this precise moment he realised she was right to be scared. His feelings for her ran so deep he felt he could kill Saba to keep her. He would keep her, whatever it took. She belonged to him and he belonged to her. He'd prove he loved her more than him. He'd never let her down.

  They lay still for a while, both of them silently revelling in their unbelievable lovemaking.

  Then she smothered his face in a mass of little kisses that made his melted heart melt even more. He could hardly speak. He could hardly breathe either.

  She touched her lips to his, her eyes glowing beautifully yellow.

  “Tell me... How can I go back to Saba after this?”

  “I won't let you.”

  “I don't want to.”

  * * *

  He sat in the living room for an hour, thinking deeply about what had just happened. Then he noticed his phone light blinking and got up and checked it. He had a missed call from Rocco. He pressed call and his great grandson answered immediately.

  “Something big is up
. It sounds bad Pop.”

  “What do you mean? Are you okay?” he asked, suddenly very concerned.

  “I'm fine. My friend Pia, she's a vamp I hang with, she just told me something I thought you should know. Yesterday, a dozen of the tough cases in here left, you know... Marco, Torre, Uso and some of the other real nasties. The kind that give you the creeps when they look at you. They all left together. I thought it was odd, very odd. I mean, vamps come and go all the time, but never in a big gang like that. But anyway, Pia says they're joining an army. She can't get any more information about it. But I get a real bad feeling.”

  “So do I. Nothing like that ever happened in all the years I was there. An army? Who would need a vampire army?”

  “Well I have an idea about whose army it is. A few months ago we had some guys here. They only came the once, but they stuck in my mind and I felt they were up to no good. More than the usual no good, I mean. One was that racer guy, what's his name..? Enrico Fernandez... Yeah... The other was a real tough looking bastard. Tattooed, huge. Only spoke English. Now I know more, I get the feeling they were doing the recruiting. I'll keep listening and get Pia to try to find out anything she can.”

  “I'll speak to Sevi. Maybe she might have some ideas.”

  “Ok, catch ya later Pops.”

  “Thanks Rocco. You're doing a great job young man, I'm so proud of you.”

  He ended the call and returned to Sevi. She was fast asleep wrapped in his sheets. His heart lurched at the sight of her. He knelt at the bedside and kissed her nose.

  “Hey sweet, you need to wake up. It's important.”

  She stretched and smiled. “So, what's so important you have to disturb my beauty sleep, hmmm?” she purred sexily.

  “Someone is recruiting a vampire army, from the Refugio. A dozen left yesterday. We're not sure who, but it could be Enrico Fernandez, the Formula One racing star, and an English heavyweight he was with. Rocco seems worried and so am I. What do you think it could mean?” She sat up wide eyed.

  “My God Miche. Enrico? No it couldn't be, could it?”

  “What couldn't it be?”