Alpha Vampire Romance: Vampire’s Mate (Paranormal Shapeshifter Alpha Demon Vampire Romance) (Coming of Age Werewolf BBW Shifter Women’s Fiction Short Stories)

by Rebecca Abbott

  “Stop worrying! Let’s go!”

  Before she could protest any more he reached out and lifted her into his arms like a man carrying his bride on his wedding night. Her eyes widened ever more behind the mask as he handled her as easily as he would have a young child. He raced out of the room as the ceiling began to collapse. The squeal of wood on wood resounded throughout the house as it began to fall apart beneath his feet.

  He could vaguely hear the Chief as he yelled for him to ‘get his ass out of there now’ in the earpiece connected to his mask that was now on the woman. He ignored the voice and focused on running down the stairs. His long legs held firm as he ran down the stairwell at a breakneck pace. One slip and they would both be in a world of hurt, but he had no choice. The house had begun break up. With a grunt he leapt the railing on the last landing and hit the floor on bent knees. Boards rained down around him and the woman in his arms and he ran for the door. Just as they reached the door the house gave out a tremendous groan, shuddered on its foundation, and toppled inward. Gabriel leapt through the door and landed on his back with the woman still held tightly in his arms as the house crumbled behind him.

  He rolled over and got to his knees as the paramedics rushed forward with a stretcher and oxygen. He laid the woman on the stretcher and took back his mask. She reached a hand out to him, but he turned away and started for the fire truck. For those few seconds inside the burning house he had been alive like he hadn’t been in years, but now it was over and all he felt was hollow and empty. The Chief laid a hand on his shoulder.

  “That woman wants to thank you Gabe.”

  “Have Romeo take the thanks for me Chief.” Gabriel said and shrugged off the Chief’s hand as he continued to the fire truck.

  The Chief was a good man, but he just didn’t get it. Gabriel didn’t want to be thanked. He had saved her because it was his job and a dragon always does the job put before him no matter how hard or what the outcome was and he knew all about bad outcomes. He knew about those all too well.

  *****

  Like all dragon shifters Gabriel’s parents left him in a nest stocked with food before he hatched. It wasn’t that they didn’t love him or want to see him be born. None of that had anything to do with it. It’s just the way it was and has been for a millennium. For four months he incubated in his egg with no knowledge of his surroundings. He didn’t even know that the dragon that was to be his best friend and partner was right next to him. Male dragons stay in pairs for their whole lives. No matter what. There are no female dragon shifters only males. When the males choose a mate they must choose carefully for each dragon can only produce offspring once in their lifetimes and dragons live a long, long time.

  After four months Gabriel broke free from his shell encrusted prison and had his first look at the world. He is already the size of a toddler thanks to the nutrients gathered from the sun. The egg was small in the beginning, barely bigger than the palm of a hand, but before he was finished hatching it had grown to the size of a beach ball.

  He turned his head from side to side and took in the world around him. All he could see were the walls of the nest, a huge black oval-shaped egg, and nearly a ton of canned food and dried meats. Hunger exploded inside him as he looked at the dried meat. He tried to stand, but his legs wouldn’t support his weight just yet, so he crawled over to the meat and grabbed a handful. As he stuffed it in his mouth and began to chew he heard cracking sounds. The other egg had begun to hatch.

  Small groans escaped the egg as the youngling inside tried to get out. A bulge formed near the top and moments later the egg split and Brent came into the world. Gabriel didn’t know his nest brother’s name yet, nor did he know his own, but right away he felt a bond for the being before him. He grabbed a double handful of the meat and carried it over to the egg. When he held the meat out Brent snatched it away and shoved it into this mouth with gusto.

  Unable to talk they nonetheless, formed a language of their own made of grunts, mewls, and a rudimentary ability to read each other’s minds. The bond they formed was an unbreakable one and when the time came for them to leave the nest and find their way in the world they did so together, knowing the whole time that they would always have the other at their back for support and protection.

  That had been well over two hundred years ago and now Gabriel was alone. It had only been a few years, but to him each day seemed like an eternity.

  ~~~

  Gabriel rode back to the firehouse in quiet as he did after every call. The men had thought it was shyness at first, but had soon come to realize that he just didn’t like to talk. They let him have his space out of respect. He was the best damned firefighter any one of them had ever seen.

  When they reached the firehouse he climbed down from the truck and stripped off his clothes in front of his stall. Once they were hung up and what needed to be washed was thrown in the huge bin for washing he went to his bunk and laid down with his hands over his eyes.

  He found that every time after he helped someone he thought of his brother. He couldn’t help it. With his hands over his eyes he pretended to be asleep, but if anyone wanted to look close enough they could see the tears that rolled down the sides of his face and wetted the pillow.

  The rest of the day went by pretty uneventful and when his shift was over Gabriel did the same thing he did every night. He went to the bar, got fall down drunk, and stumbled back to the firehouse where he crashed on the bed. This routine continued for a week before anything interrupted it.

  Gabriel lay on his back on the bench and hefted the weights into the air once more with a groan. The weight should have been too much for a man of his size, but he lifted it with relative ease. At two hundred and ten pounds he had the strength of a man twice that size. He stared to bring the weights back down to his chest, but a hand guided the bar to the rack. Puzzled, he opened his eyes and saw Randall Mullen, whom the whole squad called Romeo because of his way with the ladies, face appear.

  “What is it Romeo?” He asked, a little annoyed.

  “You’ve got a visitor Gabe.”

  “Tell ‘em I’m not here.”

  “That’s just the thing. She’s standing right over there.” Romeo pointed to the corner of the living area at a woman who stood there with her purse clutched to her chest. “She insisted that she be let in to see if you were here or not. I figured that she wouldn’t be able to notice you without your suit and mask on, but she picked you right out.”

  “Tell her I’ve been called away and I’ll slip out.” Gabriel said as he sat up and wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.

  “I won’t Gabe. I’ll do a lot of things for you man, but I don’t see why it would hurt for you to talk to this woman. All she wants to do is thank you for saving her life the other day. I think it’ll do you some good to get some human interaction for once.”

  “What the hell do you know about it?” He mumbled as he got up from the bench and walked toward the woman with the towel over his shoulder.

  *****

  Samantha Nate reached out a nervous hand to the man that had saved her life no more than a week ago. It wasn’t that the man before her had saved her life. That wasn’t why she was nervous. It was his beauty. His chiseled features. Even under his unkept facial hair she could see that his jaw line was long and elegant and ended in a strong chin. His hair was long and golden. His eyes were green, but they were like no other green eyes she had ever seen in her life. They seemed to glow with an inner light that she couldn’t understand. He wore only pants and a towel draped over his shoulder and right away she could see how he had been able to lift her like an infant. His chest and shoulders were broad and bulged with corded muscle. He had a stomach that looked to her like you could grate cheese on it.

  As he took her offered hand a jolt of excitement ran through her. Don’t be silly, she told herself, a man like that wouldn’t even take the time of day to look at a woman like you. When she pulled away her hand, she realized how warm his
had been. Like he had just held them over a fire or heater on high. She fumbled in her head for the words she had practiced. In the car on the way over she had said them a thousand times, but now they eluded her. Finally, she found her voice.

  “My name is Samantha Nate and I want to thank you for saving my life.”

  ~~~

  How the woman had known it was him was something that Gabriel could guess pretty easily. One didn’t soon forget the first time they met a dragon no matter the circumstances. He was annoyed, but when he took her hand something happened. He felt something that he had not felt in years. He felt excitement. As he pulled his hands away, her eyes widened and he knew why. It was his warmth. Then she spoke.

  “My name is Samantha Nate and I want to thank you for saving my life.”

  He stood for nearly a full minute before he responded. “Not a problem Samantha. I was just doing my job is all.”

  She looked a bit downhearted, but he could tell that she tried not to show it. “Well, thank you all the same. I know what you did was crazy. Running into a burning building like that to save one person. The EMT’s told me that no one other than you would have done something like that. I’d like to take you out for dinner to thank you if you’ll go.”

  “No . . . ”

  “He’d love to.” The Chief laid a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder as he spoke. “He’s been cooped up here for much too long. How’s tomorrow sound?”

  “Good. It sounds good.” Samantha responded with a look of confusion. “Is eight o’clock okay?”

  “Eight is just fine. We usually eat at about that time anyway. You’ll have to provide the car. He ain’t got one right now and I can’t have you two cruising around town in one of the trucks.”

  “Alright. I’ll see you then.”

  Gabriel was so shocked at what had just happened that Samantha was already gone before he could say anything. He spun on the Chief and fixed him with an icy stare.

  “Why the hell did you do that?” His voice was angry, but the Chief didn’t seem perplexed at all. He knows that I would never hurt one of my squad, he thought.

  “I did it because you were going to come up with some excuse about why you couldn’t go and break that poor woman’s heart. It took a lot of courage for her to come here. Most people don’t want to thank the people who save them. They just want to get on with their life, but she took the time out of her day to track you down and offer you dinner. That ain’t something you should blow off.”

  “I know that, but I don’t like . . . ”

  “I know you don’t like people son.” The Chief looked him in the eyes. “But you can’t spend the rest of your life cooped up here in this fire house. You need to go out and live a little. I don’t know about yourself, but if I wasn’t married I would have jumped at the chance to take that girl out.”

  “She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Gabriel responded before he realized what he was saying and afterward he stood with a puzzled look on his face.

  Now why in the hell did I say that, he thought as the Chief turned and walked away with a smile on his face. He had an unsettled feeling that he knew exactly why he said it, but he didn’t think that he was ready for that. Not yet. Not so soon. He shook his head from side to side as he walked back to the weight bench. As he sat down, he stared at nothing and tried to clear his head.

  ~~~

  Gabriel slept in the fire house the same as he had every night for the last six years, but it wasn’t a drunken induced sleep. In fact, he didn’t even go to the bar. When he woke the next morning, his head was surprisingly clear and he was nervous. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been nervous about something. Burning buildings didn’t even make him flinch, but a dinner date with a girl made him wake up in a cold sweat.

  It’s anxiety, he tried to tell himself. He knew better, but it helped him get out of bed and get dressed. He made his way to the cafeteria and had breakfast with the guys. They all greeted him with nods as he sat down, but none of them spoke. After six years they knew by now that they would get nothing out of him other than grunts or an occasional shoulder shrug anyway.

  After breakfast Gabriel puttered around the fire house for most of the day. He went on a few calls, but nothing serious. Around six o’clock he went to the locker room and took a much needed shower. As he showered, he thought about Samantha and how she made him feel. Unless he was saving them from a burning building just being around women made him nervous. Brent had been the one that was good with the ladies. This time seemed to be different though. She didn’t just make him nervous. She made him downright uncomfortable and took the words right out of his mouth. Over the years he and his brother had tried to learn as much as they could about themselves and their dragon ancestry. One thing that he remembered well was that there were very few females in the world that were compatible with a dragon shifter. These women were called dragon mothers by the shifter community and they were highly sought by many people. There were many races of shifters who would like to see the dragons unable to reproduce, so the dragon mothers were protected to the fullest extent by the dragon shifters. Deep in thought, he stepped out of the shower and placed a towel around his waist. Maybe she is a dragon mother, he thought. If she is it falls on me to watch over her and make sure she lives. He looked at himself in the mirror and grimaced. His face was covered with a long, unkept beard. That was something that he would never have allowed to happen if Brent had still been alive. The thought of Brent made him sad, but he shoved it down and grabbed his razor, a comb, and a pair of scissors from his locker.

  Half an hour later he emerged from the locker room a whole new man. His beard was trimmed and cropped close to his face in a way that accented his features other than covered them. The Chief stood outside the door and when Gabriel walked out he gave a low whistle.

  “Looking good son. Looking real good.”

  “Thanks Chief.” He was embarrassed by the attention, but he tried not to let it show. “I thought I would try to look presentable for that woman’s sake.”

  “Well, you certainly look it. What time is she picking you up again?”

  “Eight o’clock sir. Why?”

  “It’s five minutes after seven and she’s already here. That’s why.”

  “Maybe she is going to cancel. She might have things to do.”

  “I doubt it.” The Chief said with a smile.

  “What is it? Why are you smiling?”

  “Just go see for yourself.” As Gabriel walked away the Chief’s smile widened and he called out. “And Gabe. Take the night off. You’ve earned it.”

  Gabriel started toward the front of the building, but the Chief stopped him.

  “And Gabe.”

  “What?” He spun around.

  “You might want to change out of your robe before you go. Then again, you might make a hell of a fashion statement in it.”

  “Damn.” Gabriel hurried into the locker room and shuffled through the clothes in his locker. They were the only clothes he owned in the world. He wasn’t sure what he should wear, so he finally settled on a dark button-up shirt and a pair of black jeans. He pulled on the only pair of civilian shoes he had, a scuffed pair of leather boots and rushed out of the locker room.

  He slowed his pace as he neared the front of the building and stepped out in the garage where the fire trucks and ambulances were kept. He glanced around and saw Samantha. She stood by one of the ambulances with the Chief.

  He has to have his nose in everything, Gabriel thought as he walked over.

  The Chief saw him coming and excused himself. He gave Gabriel a wink as he walked past him and whispered for him to have a good time. Gabriel nodded, but he didn’t really hear what the Chief had said. His attention was focused entirely on Samantha.

  She wore a light purple shirt that accentuated her large bosom in all the right ways and a pair of blue jeans that hugged her hips. Her hair was down and seemed to flow around her face. She had on very little if any makeup which made he
r even more beautiful to him. He disliked it when women covered themselves in makeup to try to hide their true selves. Without a thought, he walked up to her and held out a hand. When she placed her hand in his he raised it to his lips and gently kissed the back of it.

  “You look very pretty.” He told her.

  She blushed brightly and turned her face down. When she spoke, it was barely above a whisper. “Thank you. You look good yourself.”

  “Did you have somewhere specific in mind?” He asked her as they walked toward her car.

  “I thought we might go to Vincent’s House of Noodles unless you don’t like Italian food.”

  “I love it.” Right then Gabriel knew that even if he hadn’t of liked Italian food he would have said yes just the same. There was something about this girl that changed him. He just wasn’t himself when she was around. In fact, when he was around her he felt better than he had in all the years since Brent had died.

  She led him to a bright green compact with a sunroof and zero headroom he was sure. Although he had tried to avoid people as much as he could he hadn’t forgotten his manners. He hurried around to her side and opened her door for her. Once she was seated, he closed her door and made his way to the other side of the car. He got a glimpse of the firehouse as he rounded the car and saw that everybody was outside. He waved them off angrily and climbed into the car. He was right it had zero headroom and his tall, muscular frame was almost more than the tiny car could handle.

  Samantha started up the car and pulled away from the firehouse. As they drove, he tried his best to make small talk, but it had been years since he had spoken to a woman that he wasn’t saving and he didn’t really know how to start.

  “Do you work?” As soon as the words left his mouth he wished he would have just kept quiet until they reached the restaurant.

  “I go to school actually. I’m getting my masters in creative writing.”