Full Moon Falling Faster (Full Moon Series Book 3)

by P. Mattern

  Blue needed no encouragement. He plunged into her as if she were a warm awaiting ocean, and heard her gasp and make a satisfied sighing sound. As they moved against each other Blue’s universe imploded until Nora’s body was the only universe he knew of or cared about.

  “So this is love.” He thought. “And this is sex.

  And this is everything I ever wanted.”

  At that moment he had the sensation that his body and brain had exploded at the same time and with the same ferocity. Pressed deeply into Nora’s core he felt her body constrict orgasmically as she cried out, clinging to him.

  They decided to spend the night in the camper, listening to the crickets chirping and in each other’s arms. They knew no one would disturb them there, Fress would make sure of that. The camper was truly their own little hideaway.

  Their own little piece of Heaven.

  Cass was standing at a stainless steel table in the underground hydroponic garden at the Farm. Brick and his girlfriend Michiella were present, a well as Daniel, Channing, Mitzi, the twins Cory and Ab and Ian. Ruthie Lilly felt under the weather and was resting in their quarters, Ian explained as Cass smirked. Cass had forgiven Ian’s brief affair with Mitzi and was happy that Ian was enamoured with the beautiful half-fay Ruthie.

  “Alternate forms of electricity can be found everywhere - even in nature.” Cass was explaining, lifting a watermelon into a bath consisting of ice water and coarsely grained salt. As soon as the melon was in the salt bath, Cass whipped out his smart phone replete with the charger attached and stuck the plug end into the watermelon.

  The screen on the phone lit up to indicate that the battery was charging. The twins looked at each other in surprise and Mitzi and Channing clapped.

  “But Cass… not really very practical!” Mitzi pointed out. ”I mean who carries around a watermelon for use as a battery? And then you need a source of water, and access to salt…”

  Cass pointed over at her.

  “True!” he agreed. “But we need to familiarize ourselves with everything that CAN be used as alternative energy. And this particular melon was grown hydroponically in a solution that contained copper and is very porous… that would probably be impossible to replicate in any other set of conditions.” He finished, looking a little sad and wistful. Then he brightened.

  “But I know I had most of you going for a minute - LOL!”

  Daniel was looking at the watermelon with a serious expression as he asked, ”When is the Great Upheaval coming, Cass? I read the Reverendum from cover to cover, and Lux mentions it in the Folklore section as well as the last chapter citing predictions for the New Millenium. I know both the current ecology troubles of the planet and the global political scene seem to line up with the timing of the Great Upheaval… are we on the cusp of it? I mean NOW?”

  As he finished Daniel reached for Channing’s hand. Channing smiled up at him with near adoration in her eyes. The two had been nearly inseparable in the past few weeks, and after a few initial misgivings by members of the ‘tribe ‘ who wanted to make sure of Daniel’s motivations, their relationship had been accepted. Cass in particular had give Daniel a really hard time, wanting to make sure that Daniel possessed the sensitivity and the patience to take the relationship slowly with utmost consideration for the past trauma Channing had suffered.

  Cass needn’t have worried. It was Daniel who held Channing when she had nightmares and flashbacks of her attack, and with each passing night they seemed to come less frequently. Daniel had agreed with Cass that sex with Channing would have to wait awhile, and he was willing to give her deference. To Daniel Channing was the personification of pure, unconditional love. In his mind she emanated a pure and unwavering light in a darkening world - a moonchild whose beauty and constancy he craved because it soothed his soul.

  Cass looked sober, and his countenance caused the others in the group to strain forward, waiting to hear what he would answer.

  “I’ve consulted with plenty of High Prescients and vampires with sensitivity to energies. There is one thing, and one thing only, that they all agree on.

  The Great Upheaval has begun. It has begun even though it hasn’t manifested in any of our daily lives in any significant way. We still follow our usual routines - attend school, go to work, harvest donor blood from the blood bank-all the normalcy we’ve become accustomed to is still going on without interruption. But there will come a tipping point that will manifest without warning.

  We must be prepared.” He finished.”Not only for ourselves, because we depend on them for blood, but to assure a quality of life for human souls as well… for in some ways, THEIR’S is the greater peril.”

  Fressenda sighed happily and stirred the wispy swirls of heavy cream around in her coffee cup with a silver demitasse spoon. The cottage was fairly quiet this morning. Jaxon was spending some time at the Farm horseback riding with Lux and Pierre. Fress was happy that Lux and Pierre were taking an interest in Jaxon. She felt that Jaxon needed some positive male role models. Lux and Pierre were not only excellent role models but very productive-Lux was helping Cass with a variety of special projects on the Farm currently and Pierre was a Physicians’s Assistant working part time for a local Medical facility and part time for Dr. Caligare. The sole physician for the V-net community in Fort Hunt, Dr. Caligare had always been overly busy serving the community, but now he was following three other pregnant vampiresses and needed Pierre’s P.A. skills desperately.

  Fressenda gazed out the kitchen window at the end of the room as she sat at the kitchen table. The gardens were beautiful, due in large part to the many pairs of hands that now resided beneath the roof of the cottage. The addition of the 3-4 season room had come just in time for Cary, Kimbra and Avinash’s arrival there, and was big enough and self-contained with its own kitchenette and bathroom that the newlyweds plus one could live comfortably with optimum privacy.

  Beyond the flower borders and the fountain in her backyard Fress could see the small camper that she’d purchased recently for additional living space. She had purchased it realizing that Blue and Nora were desperate for some occasional privacy themselves.

  As she looked at it contemplatively she realized that it was beginning to rock a little-being better than a twice-bitten she could see the movement, and started to giggle, both in amusement and also in pleasure that her solution had worked.

  Blue and Nora were apparently ‘at it’ again!

  Well she was happy for them, but didn’t intend to be a voyeur, so she rinsed her coffee cup and spoon at the sink and fastened her head on top of her head with one of the clips she kept handy on the window sill there. And then a flood of images cascaded across the central part of her vision.

  The first was Charley’s face - it was contorted in pain in a way she’d never seen since their breakup, and she sensed he was undergoing physical pain… that was the translucent image juxtaposed over a line of innocuous looking smartly painted trucks with rounded edges like the Toyota Previa vans manufactured in the 90’s. The trucks were headed up Interstate 69 in a line with CPC in lettering on their sides. As Fress watched she saw in the vision a line of the trucks turning into a suburban street.

  It was Charley’s street.

  Before the last of the translucent spider webbing images had faded from her vision Fress had left the house, a sense of danger and urgency overriding any other thoughts.

  She had to get to Charley… before THEY did!

  Several paranoia filled minutes later she pulled up in front of Mitzi’s former home where Charley now resided in bachelor splendor. Exiting her car, she looked up and down the length of the quiet suburban street. Two houses down, an older man was watering his lawn. He smiled and waved at her-she had always been a frequent visitor to Mitz’s home from the time she, Cass and Lux and Mitzi and Charley had crossed paths at the Medieval Faire. On the other end of the street a game of hopscotch seemed to be in progress. The little girls seemed to be about 6 and 8 years old. Fress reflected that i
t was amazing that technology hadn’t taken over everything, that there were still quiet streets on which powdery colorful chalk lines were drawn crookedly onto sidewalk squares and hopped across by young girls.

  Hurriedly she walked briskly up the brick walkway and tapped on the door. Hearing no movement she fished into her pocket and brought out the key that Mitzi had given her eons ago, turning it in the door lock.

  The house was quiet as she entered. “Charley?” she called out, already knowing that his energy was not anywhere around.

  She stood in the quiet house, trying to get a fix on where Charley could be.

  When she got a bead on him she smacked her own forehead lightly and shook her head in disbelief.

  She could see him pulling up in front of the cottage. They had likely passed each other on the highway. And she could see that Charley was moving purposefully, striding up the walkway. She also sensed that he had something to tell her.

  Pondering these things she had walked toward the back of Mitzi’s house. It was a special place, where they had all gathered many times for celebrations. She pulled the curtain back to see how the gardens were doing, and froze.

  She could see two men in dark glasses dressed in business suits standing at the back of the yard facing the house. They weren’t moving very much, but were standing quietly, almost as if they had been placed there for sentry duty.

  Turning away from the window, her heart beginning to pound as it had been when she was on her way over to Charley’s home, she made a dash toward the front door and swung it open.

  On the porch stood another two men, dressed in celery colored jumpsuits. She must have looked surprised because the man on the left began to apologize.

  “Didn’t mean to startle you miss! I’m Ted Copley with the Citizen’s Protection Corp, ”Bringing peace of mind to your door” as we like to say in the Public Service announcements. We were wondering if you’ve had an opportunity to receive the free citizen security device now required for all United States Citizens?”

  Fress felt frozen to the spot. Although the manner of the men standing on the porch on the beautiful sunlit afternoon was casual and pleasant, beyond them she could see several soldiers walking through the neighborhood armed with semiautomatic weaponry.

  She also could see families emerging from their houses, some looked annoyed, some confused. Some waved and chatted gaily to each other as they moved toward two huge light green vans with what seemed to have Red Cross symbols painted on them, only in green rather than the usual red and white logo.

  With casualness she didn’t feel she said evenly,

  ”No I haven’t.” Her mind was racing and weighing several possible courses of action as she stalled for time.

  She might be able to leave by flying straight up.

  She might be able to escape while being herded toward the trucks.

  She might be able to mesmerize the two on her porch long enough to get past them-but then what? With each passing second it seemed that the cordoned off block was filling with government personnel, any of whom could stop or detain her if she didn’t act as if she were complying.

  There was a commotion across the street. The two men on the porch did a head swivel just to see what was going on. A man was tased to the ground as his wife stood by looking stunned.

  “Got one!” the blonde haired man chortled to his companion. “Vamps are powerless against stun guns! Renders them helpless. Bet he tried to mesmerize that crew! Well, that’s what he gets.”

  The men on the doorstep turned around again to face Fress.

  “Well miss today is your lucky day! You can receive your security device right now.”

  He winked and offered her his arm.

  “Oh yeah - and we throw in the personal escort for free!”

  Closely pinned in on either side by her ’escorts’ Fress felt sheer panic welling up in her throat. She could still hear the wailing of the wife of the man that had been dragged off to a different truck - this one was painted black and looked like an armored prison on wheels.

  Before she reached the green ‘innoculation’ truck her last thoughts were of Charley. In her mind she saw his face, his smile, remembered how she’d felt in his arms. She felt impending doom closing in all around her.

  And she realized that she loved him still.

  Byron and Lexi had been dating for several weeks without Byron having gotten as far as first base.

  Their lack of physical intimacy had NOT been Byron’s idea.

  In his alone moments Byron often contemplated this strange turn of events in a lifetime that he had here to fore devoted to exploring the heights and depths of sexuality. Sometimes his cynical side questioned why he was bothering to be in a relationship with a female who didn’t “put out” - but before the question was even fully formed in his mind he knew what the answers were.

  It was because she WAS so different than any female energy he had ever been with. She was younger than any of his former lovers except for Raven, his very first love in his teens. Alexiandra was smoking hot - exuding an intoxicating sexuality from every pore. She was also extremely intelligent and downright witty. Some of her stories and quips had him down on the floor laughing at times.

  He had his own private joke about Lexi - one that he was sure she would not appreciate. It went,

  “Hey Lexi is a SPECTACULAR ‘lay’… said no one EVER!” He was beginning to get the impression that she was a virgin, though her natural body language at times seemed to be that of a courtesan.

  It was wonderful and terrible at the same time, and he was ‘hooked’ on her.

  He fantasized and dreamed about her often. In his fantasies she wore exquisite see through lingerie, a light peach bustier and panties and white stockings held up by a garter belt also in pale peach. In his dreams she had her hair up in a French twist and wore strands of pearls dipping into her décolleté. She was sitting in a chair, and he was standing three feet in front of where she was sitting. In his dreams she looked up at him almost defiantly.

  Never breaking her gaze from his she began to spread her legs apart slowly until he could see the swell of her sex at the apex of her thighs. In his dreams she had a prominent mound of venus, clearly outlined by the taut silk triangle of her thong panties. In his dream his breath quickens as she licks her lips and opens her thighs even more widely, until he can clearly see the damp crease forming in the center of the crotch of her panties. Though he is afraid to approach her, he is masturbating as he watches.

  Sometimes he woke up just before he climaxed and her name, her full name, was always on his lips.

  She was fairly indulgent with him now that they had spent some time together. She allowed him to kiss her now, and the sensation of their tongues dancing, the electricity of being connected to her during those moments, he found incredible in and of themselves.

  He had a burning desire to get closer to her in any way that would allow him to touch her. And he had a plan that he felt even SHE couldn’t resist.

  It was only late morning but Byron stood on the doorstep of Lexi’s townhome in the Olde Towne section of Fort Hunt. It was the West Central part of town and known as an ‘artsy’ and historical district, located close to the vibrant downtown life offering theatres, fine dining and performances by the local philharmonic.

  Byron thought that it was the perfect classy area for his classy love interest to reside in.

  Alexiandra looked energetic as she answered the door and as though she’s been awake for hours.

  “Hi Byron.” She greeted him, standing on tiptoe to give him a quick peck on the lips.

  Byron would have preferred a much longer ‘hello kiss’ but had learned early on not to push the envelope with Lexi.

  Walking into her townhome he reflected that her essence floated throughout, a rare combination of the fragrance of crisp fall apples floating on top of a tantalizingly unrecognizable sweet musk.

  “You would prefer maybe the smell of bacon?” Lexi asked fro
m behind him, her voice full of amusement.

  Even though Byron KNEW that Lexi could read his mind, he was always taken a little off guard, which he found annoying.

  “No-it’s perfect.” he answered honestly. ”Because it’s you. And in HONOR of you, I am prepared to offer a service - a very special one.” he continued. ”A service I have never offered to any woman before you!”

  Lexi eyed him suspiciously. He could feel her probing into his mind and intentionally kept it devoid of conscious thought.

  “Well,” she said at last, ”It’s definitely not a sexual service because from what I understand you hold the world title for sexual exploration. So let’s see… you’re cooking for me?”

  Byron cracked up, his eyes twinkling.

  “Can’t boil water without burning it my sweet! Any other guesses before you give up?

  Because you WILL eventually give up , you know!” He finished.

  Alexiandra placed her hands on her hips. She looked slightly vexed, as though the topic of conversation had been rudely switched on her. But Byron noticed through the thin material of her yellow cotton tee-shirt and her barely there summer weight bra her nipples were standing at attention, and inwardly he smiled.

  He’d turned her on-he knew that much for sure.

  He decided to give her a break.

  “I’m giving you a pedicure today!” He announced, smiling broadly and showing her a kit he’d kept hidden behind his back. Looking down he saw her pink toes peeking out from beneath her jeans. They were clean and adorable but definitely au natural and unpolished. He looked into her eyes hopefully.

  She twisted the ends of her hair with her right hand, a habit he adored, and said,

  “Okay Byron Chance but no funny business. I happen to know that pedicures do NOT start at the feet and work their way up to the ‘Vajayjay’!