Vampires In Vegas

by Samantha Snow

  “This? You want this?”

  She wrenched her wrists free in response, turning to face him again. She put both of her hands on his chest and started to push him back playfully towards the bed. He was so much stronger than her and could have taken control any time he wanted to, but he allowed her to take this lead. It wasn’t until they were at the foot of the bed that he got back in the driver’s seat, the place he was clearly meant to be.

  “Lay down. On your back.”

  She did as she was told, her back arching again without her having any kind of control over herself, her body just gyrating in response to the things she hoped he might do to her. The things she hoped they would do to each other. He slid up her body, taking her breast into his hand, sliding his tongue across her rock hard nipple. She let out a gasp, her head rocking back and forth, biting her lip in pleasure.

  When one of his hands slid down between her legs and found that sweet spot that had been aching for him ever since that first time when they were together, she let out an actual scream. It was a lucky thing they were in Vegas and not some more conservative place or else the hotel staff would likely have come knocking on the door to make sure everything was OK.

  And everything was much more than OK, as long as nothing stopped the delicious pleasure building up in between her hips and spreading in a tingling warmth through each of her limbs. His fingers moved with complete confidence, their rhythm intoxicating against her clit. Her hips began to buck and grind, her orgasm imminent. She wanted to tell him to stop and to keep going all at the same time. It was too much, or almost. It felt like more pleasure than her body could handle, and yet there it was, handling it just fine.

  “God! Oh god, fuck!”

  Reagan let out a deep throated growl of joy at the sound of her orgasm before moving in between her legs and guiding himself inside of her. The feeling of his girth moving inside of her, the feeling of her own body enfolding him, it wiped away all other thoughts, all worries or fears. There was only the two of them and the way their bodies moved together. They fit together like a lock and key. That was how perfect it was with them.

  “Harder,” Ella moaned, her arms wrapped around his body and pulling him into her closer, “I want to feel all of you. Harder.”

  He wasn’t a man who had to be told twice. Each stroke of his body drove his member deeper inside of her until she was screaming again, screaming over and over again as her nails raked down his back compulsively. If he hadn’t been a vampire, he would have come away from this erotic encounter with some pretty serious scratches but, things being what they were, he hardly even felt it. He only felt her and his own impending explosion.

  “This way,” he panted, “I want you this way.”

  She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t what he did next. He turned her onto her side, and then moved up behind her, sliding back into her again with a moan. She had thought he was already as deep inside of her as he could get, but she was wrong. She could smell the heat of the friction between their two bodies, but now she could also smell his spicy, earthy scent. Her entire being, all of her senses were completely encompassed by him, and when one of his hands found its way back down to the mound of her sex, she was gripped again by a massive arc of pleasure.

  “Come with me,” she gasped, “I want you to come with me. I want you to come.”

  It was like he was waiting for her permission, and the moment she said those words he allowed himself his own release. Their bodies shook and writhed, pressed right against each other in the ultimate lover’s embrace. They lay that way a long time, long enough that Ella nodded off to sleep without even realizing it was happening. It wasn’t until some unknown length of time later when she heard a knocking on her door that she realized she had nodded off at all.

  She woke to find that there was nobody in the bed beside her, but that wasn’t much of a surprise. She knew that because of what Reagan was, he wasn’t able to just stay as he pleased. Still, when she awoke she knew that it was still dark outside (she hadn’t bothered to lower her beloved blackout curtains), and she smiled to herself. It was a large, goofy grin, the kind only ever really seen on people newly in love.

  “Can’t get enough of me, can you?”

  She said this teasingly as she opened the door wearing nothing more than a slinky robe, fully expecting to find Reagan on the other side of it. She never even got a chance to see who was standing there before a bag was tossed unceremoniously over her head and everything went dark once again.

  CHAPTER NINE

  “Brother. I was wondering if I would find you here. Honest to god, I didn’t think I would. From what I can tell, you hardly even live here anymore. I thought I’d come looking for you and find that all of your belongings were gone. Everything of importance to you packed up and you flown away in secrecy, all in the name of true love. That’s what you think it is, right? True love? Please tell me if I’m wrong, by all means. It would be the most welcome correction of my entire existence. I assure you.”

  “Hello, sister. Nice to see you again.”

  “Nice? It’s nice? Jesus, it’s like you’re trying to hurt me, Reagan. Lately it really does feel like you want to hurt me as badly as you’re able. Why else would you be so cold to me?”

  Reagan felt so incredibly tired, so tired of these games with his sister. At this point, she was far from a person he wanted to spend time with. All of their problems with each other had only been compounded by her bringing Andrea back into their lives. Andrea had always been a major point of contention between them. Back in the day he had loved her fiercely and Melania had hated him for it, much as things seemed to be playing out with Ella.

  What Reagan couldn’t figure out was how in the hell things had gone from that to Melania asking Andrea to come and stay in their house. What he did know, and about this he had zero doubt, was that she was up to something he would never approve of. He just had to figure it out so that he could put the whole mess behind him. He was SO ready to do that, so ready to just have a happy life with Ella. Whom he loved. He had no doubt about that fact either, not anymore. He loved her, and he believed she loved him back.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, Melania. I just want peace, which seems to be something you are actively avoiding.”

  “What makes you say that? I don’t have a problem with things being peaceful.”

  “Really? Then how do you explain bringing Andrea into our home? She was the thing that almost tore our little family apart, or don’t you remember?”

  “I remember. Believe me, brother, I couldn’t forget that dark time if I wanted to.”

  “Well then, why? What possessed you to bring her here?”

  “She brought me here to help. She brought me here to help keep you from making a terrible mistake; a life altering mistake.”

  “Andrea.”

  She had walked into the room so quietly that normal ears would never have been able to hear her, but Reagan had known of her presence immediately. He knew her by her smell, by the sound her dress made when it rustled around her ankles. Even after all of these years, he knew the nuances that made her, her. She glided through the elegant foyer of Reagan’s home, somehow managing to make it look dull and dingy with her own particular version of beauty.

  It was a beauty that had held him entirely captivated at one time, so captivated it had almost killed him. It had been a very long time since he had seen his former love and he stared at her now intently, searching himself for any lingering trace of affection. There was nothing, nothing in his heart that still wanted her. He only wished that she would go, that she would go and that maybe she would take Melania with her.

  It pained him to think it, but he thought it might be time for the two of them to take some time off from each other. Maybe spend a decade or two apart so that they could allow old wounds to heal.

  “Really, Reagan, what is it you think you’re doing? I know you like to play with fire, but don’t you think you’re taking things a
bit too far? I would have thought you had learned your lesson, after all of these years.”

  “Learned my lesson. What, you mean from you? From what you did?”

  “Please, Reagan, there’s no need to sound so angry. I’ve always thought of it as the thing you needed to get over the part of you that was still human.”

  “That sounds awfully convenient. It’s so much easier to forgive yourself for past transgressions when you come up with justification for them, isn’t it?”

  Andrea laughed and then had the nerve to sit right beside him on the couch, so close she was practically in his lap. She then swung her legs around and draped them across him. With one swat of his hand, he pushed her off of him, which only made her laugh more.

  “See? This is what I’m talking about. You’re just so touchy!”

  “What do you want, Andrea? What is this about, really?”

  “I told you,” she answered lightly, twirling her hair idly around one finger as if she hadn’t a care in the world, “I’m here to help. From the looks of it, you could use it.”

  “Alright,” Melania interjected, her impatience written clearly across her face, “that’s enough, you two. Can’t you two behave?”

  “Maybe. Maybe you should put your new pet on a leash. If you’re going to have her indoors, that is.”

  That last comment actually got to Andrea, who hissed and exposed her wickedly sharp incisors. He had loved her when she was human and so he had turned her, but in the end it had only been the promise of life eternal that had drawn her to him. If she had ever loved him, it hadn’t been enough to outshine the love she had for her life as the living dead.

  She had left him in favor of exploring all of her terrible glory, and he could see that said glory was still her one true love. His feeling of unease grew and he stood, moving towards Melania quickly but making no move to lay his hands on her.

  Whatever strange friendship had been forged here, he had no desire to take on both of these women on his own. They were fierce warriors and although he could probably defeat them in the end, avoiding the fight altogether felt like a better play. Besides, he didn’t want to fight. He only wanted to figure out why he felt so much like something terrible was about to happen.

  “Children,” Melania barked with a brisk clap of her hands, “that’s enough! This isn’t going to get us anywhere, now is it?”

  “No,” Andrea quipped, “but it sure does make things interesting.”

  “Enough, Andrea. This isn’t what I brought you here for. You told me you wanted to mend fences. That you wanted a reconciliation with my brother.”

  “True. And I do. It’s just that he’s so good at getting underneath my skin. You must know that. You were there in the beginning.”

  “Excuse me. That’s enough.”

  Reagan moved away from Melania slowly, doing his best to hold on to the last bit of composure he could muster. He felt like he was caught in some terrible episode of the twilight zone where he was living one version of his life but the people around him believed life was something entirely different.

  They were talking about him and his fate as if he either weren’t in the room at all, or didn’t have any kind of say in what happened to him. As far as Reagan was concerned, neither one of those things were true.

  “Enough? What do you mean, enough?”

  “Enough of this. This conversation. It’s pointless, and you should see that. I have no interest in taking up with Andrea again. Ella is not some passing thing to me.”

  “And are you prepared to bring her into our ranks?”

  “I never said that. I have no plans to change her.”

  “Well then, I suggest you let her go, brother. You know how the Council feels about these things.”

  “What of it? What do they know about my affairs?”

  Here Andrea and Melania exchanged glances, the meaning of which only they could truly understand. Reagan wasn’t born yesterday, however, far from it; he could gleam at least a bit of their meaning, and it made his head begin to pound with anger and fear.

  “What have you done, Melania?”

  “It was for your own good,” she spoke quickly, a pleading tone in her voice and anxiety in her eyes, “I swear, it was for your own good!”

  “WHAT?” he roared, flying towards her with murder in his eyes. “What did you do?”

  It was Andrea who answered. Andrea, whose voice was still completely devoid of emotion. Reagan turned back towards her and saw that she was still lounging on the couch, her demeanor careless and somehow lazy. She was enjoying this, he realized. Maybe she had really come out of a renewed interest in him and maybe she hadn’t, but she was enjoying the scene unfolding in front of her now.

  “It’s the guard, Reagan. They’ve taken her. There’s nothing you can do for her now. You know how they operate, dear. They dole out punishment swiftly and as they see fit. It’s best to just let her go. You’ll move on. It may not feel like it at the moment, but you will. It’s not as if you’re some kind of a lovesick Romeo, after all. You’re a vampire. Act like one.”

  Reagan took no notice of the end of what Andrea had to say. There was no need for him to. All he needed to hear was mention of the guard, and he was on the move. The guard were like the police force of the Council, and their idea of justice was severe. If it was true, if the guard had really snatched her up, there was only one thing for Reagan to do. He had to get to her, to stand for her before it was too late.

  “Where do you think you’re going, Reagan?” Andrea called out in a singsongy voice. “There’s nothing you can do for her now. You should know that. If you stop to think for a moment, you do know that.”

  Reagan ignored her. He ignored the anxious shouts of his sister as well. He had one thought, and that was the necessity of getting to the Vegas meeting place of the Council as quickly as he could. Never before had he been so grateful for his garage full of fast cars.

  He jumped into a black Ferrari and gunned the engine, it’s sleek purr a reassurance that he would be in time. He peeled out of his garage just as Melania came running into the garage after him, begging him to stop and listen to her a while.

  He knew that her fear was twofold. The Council would be far from pleased with his dalliance with a human, but they would be incensed to learn that he had revealed himself and the rest of his kind to one who was still human. That was her first fear; what the Council would do to him when they had him standing before them. The second fear was more immediate, and as inescapable as death was for humans. As Reagan maneuvered his car, he was racing the sun to the city. He was risking his very existence in order to preserve that of the girl he loved.

  The Council existed in a series of penthouses located at the top of the Bellagio, the existence of which almost nobody knew about. It was only one of several chapters of said Council, as they ruled all of the vampires of the world and therefore required several bases of operation, but it was definitely one of the strongest.

  The only group of Council members who held more sway were located in Spain, and as Reagan rode the elevator up to a floor of the hotel that by all rights should not have existed, he thanked his lucky stars that it was not them he was facing. Their reputation was such that he was keenly aware that they never doled out any kind of mercy whatsoever. Their go-to punishment was to put a vampire to death (a human too, if that was what the occasion called for) and they rarely if ever allowed any kind of trial.

  They liked it, or at least that was how things were according to the rumors. They enjoyed the killing more than they enjoyed the idea of being lawmakers. The Las Vegas chapter of the Council was only considered to be slightly better, but in this case, Reagan was OK with it.

  He figured he was in a rough enough position where he needed to take whatever he could get. It was a small amount of hope, which was better than no hope at all. That was what he told himself as the elevator came to a stop at the final floor and a little screen prompted him for the key that would allow him access to
the Council’s floor.

  He held it clenched inside of his hand (having received it from a shifty bellhop who was on the Council’s payroll), saying a final prayer to a god who may or may not have been there before making his move. The doors slid open. He stepped out.

  “Good morning, Mr. Morgan. Or should I say good evening? In these rooms, we enjoy a perpetual evening. It really is a wonder, these blackout curtains, wouldn’t you say? One of the more useful inventions of modern man.”

  “Caleb. Where is she?”

  “Come now, is that any way to greet one of your peers? I should say not. It’s certainly not a way to improve your odds with the Council. Surely you know that, don’t you? You’ve got to learn to play the politics, my boy! Now, if you’ll follow me.”