by Amanda Bowen
Stroke after stroke he drove her and he watched her extend her legs up, toes curling and he moved enough to rest those shapely legs against his chest, letting him thrust deeper inside her. Every stroke rubbed her throbbing clit, and he got her to cum faster than ever this way, loving how she shook and cried out in pleasure. He slowed for a moment, but when she dug her nails into his back through his shirt it drove him wild, and he thrust into her as hard as he could before he exploded, locking her in tight against him as his cock pumped its load of semen into her. They'd barely had time to fix their clothing before they heard the door open, and he helped her down off the stage. They'd almost gotten caught, he watched the bartender take a few people back to the office to interview and knew they'd almost gotten a free show. He should have been embarrassed at his lack of control, and the fact that their luck couldn't hold out had him letting out a deep breath. He kissed her lightly and murmured. “I need to go. Elle, I just can't control myself around you and I don't care for that. I need to think.” He hated that look of slight hurt that came to her expression, but she nodded. “I understand. Call me though, when you're done thinking.” David watched her walk away, head up and he already regretted saying what he had. But she was causing him to slip, be distracted and a distracted cop could very easily become a dead cop.
It didn't help that he could smell her perfume on his shirt all the way home. He laid it aside instead of tossing it in the laundry, and it was all he could do not to call her and apologize. But he knew that if he didn't work this out he'd doubt, and with a woman like Elle he felt she deserved him to be all in if he was going to be with her. A few days passed, and he wondered how often she'd gone to call him but held back out of respect for his request to think. Harding thought about her a lot, and he was certain that if she could forgive him this step back, that they had a shot at something really good. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to learn all about her, especially now that he'd read her whole diary. He needed to know if that was the truth, or a book, delusional or reality. He even examined how he'd feel if it was true. Could he accept someone that wasn't technically human? They obviously wouldn't be able to have children, could he live with that? In the end, the only thing that mattered to David Harding was that he'd get to be with Elle – and he hoped she felt the same.
After his shift he decided to drop in on her, stopping to buy a small bouquet of flowers from the gas station, and he felt it wasn't enough but it was something, right? Something wasn't right though as he pulled into her driveway, most of the lights in her house were off but the front door wasn't quite shut. He slipped out of the car and drew his gun, carefully approaching the house. He almost stopped to call for backup but made the snap decision just to go. Just as he put his hand on the door he heard a crash inside and muffled screaming, he shoved the door in and burst into the living room just in time to watch her throw someone over the couch with one hand while she fought to free herself from another who had his hand firmly over her mouth. He gaped a moment but quickly rallied, raising his gun. “Police! Let her go and step away!” The man coming up from the floor stopped, looking nervous but the man holding Elle sneered at him. “Leave. This is none of your business, boy.” David drew a bead on the man, keeping an eye on his partner, and it was enough for Elle to lever her elbow hard into his gut, winding him and he let her go. She dropped and with insane speed crawled over to him. He saw bruises on her skin and felt his rage flare, but a growl from the man he had his gun on made a chill run up his spine. Who the hell were these guys?
“Dude, we have to go. We can't kill a cop.” His partner shook his head. “I'm not leaving without her head.” David's brows drew down, but even though he didn't take his eyes off his target he was surprised as he moved with such speed that he had his wrist captured and was shoving him back before he could fire. The man was strong, strong enough that Harding was suspecting that he might be high on PCP or something. His fist crashed into Harding's face and he saw stars, struggling to free his arm and punching him was like hitting a wall. His other hand came up and started pushing his head back at a painful angle, then suddenly he howled in agony, releasing the Detective. Elle had bitten him! Worrying his calf like a mean dog, he tried to shake her off while yelling at his partner to get her off of him. His partner though had obviously watched enough cop shows to believe that Harding had backup coming and shook his head before taking off out of the open front door. The other man kicked Elle and Harding heard bone snap, he finally got his hand free and then shot the man point blank in the belly. He howled in pain but shoved Harding back and ran out after his partner. What the hell? Who runs after getting shot? Harding dropped down to check on a whimpering Elle, and she wiped blood off of her lips but not before he saw her teeth. Her fangs, he supposed. That chill he felt got worse, and he couldn't help what he said next. “So it's true. Everything in your diary.” She looked up at him, obviously something had flipped a switch and a lightbulb had come on. Her voice was soft, pained. “I wondered what had happened to that. It was stupid of me, we're not supposed to leave records but I hated the thought I was forgetting everything.”
He nodded, and helped her up, setting her down on the sofa before he moved to close her front door but he looked around to make sure the men were gone first. He holstered his gun, and then went to sit next to her. He lifted up her shirt and watched in wonder as her broken ribs pushed themselves back into place with unpleasant snapping noises, and her bruises began to slowly fade. Those pretty eyes of hers watched him, and he was silent a moment, thinking of all the possibilities before cracking a lopsided grin and hesitantly speaking after taking her hand. “So is this a bad time to ask if you'd like to be my girl?” His heart pounded in his chest, wondering what she would do. Would she kill him for knowing her secret or did that attraction they felt mean more to her than just sex and dinner? She lifted her free hand to wipe away pink tinged tears and then flung herself into his arms, sighing softly as he wrapped his arms around her trembling form. “Even though I'm a vampire? You want that?” He nodded, then whispered gently in her ear. “Vampire or not, you're still my Elle.” She laughed, a bare whisper of sound. “Then Detective Harding, I think I'd really very much like to be your girl.”
Life sure throws you curveballs, even if technically you're not really alive. When I started this I never thought I'd have someone like David Harding waiting around the corner for me. Now I know what it's like to be wanted, loved, just for being me. Vampire and all. I don't go hunting anymore, and he's learning quickly how to deal with what else is out there that might be a threat to us. I haven't talked to him about turning him yet, he does a lot of good as a police officer and I don't know if I should ask him to give that up. Maybe if there was a way he could just work nights? Eventually we'll need to have that talk, but right now I'm content with how things are. Sanguine Rave is as popular as ever, and I'm glad of that too. I feel like I belong here, that I contribute to the betterment of the community. That's a good thing. I'm not too happy about the pack of weres that roam around, but they haven't tried to mess with us since that night they broke into my house. That doesn't mean they won't, but they've lost the element of surprise. Even more surprising is that I now have another vampire working for me, she wandered in and spotted me right away, and begged me to let her stay. I couldn't say no, not after she told me she was tired of being alone and just wanted somewhere she could belong. Obviously that hit a nerve with me! But Cecilia has proven herself to be a great employee and I feel it was a good decision to hire her.
I kind of wonder, does that mean more of our kind will come through? Will I finally find out what happened to Isaac? I think he'd like David, but I could never really truly tell what Isaac was thinking. What we have here, it's like a family and I know it's worth everything that we put into it.
Heck, maybe one day Cecilia can find someone like David, if I can why not her too? That makes me smile, and I wonder if something this good can last. But I don't want to be negative, not anymore. And I d
arn sure aren't going to go looking a gift horse in the mouth. Elle's Diary, pages 99 - 100
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It had taken her an embarrassingly long time to gather her wits and stammer a reply. “Y-yes, I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going! It's my fault, s-sorry. Uhm I'm Melody and I uh I'm just moving in.”
That amusement in his eyes went a little wicked and Melody felt her knees go a little weak. “I see, I see. You must be the new lady in Apartment 155. Well this isn't how I'd have liked to have met you, but here we are. I'm Dustin Jameson, Apartment 156 right across the hall. If you need anything...” his voice dropped a whole register and Melody felt a shiver go up her spine. “And I mean anything, feel free to knock. I might actually be home if it's you.”
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