by Melos,Alana
For a moment, I thought he was going to let loose, but he smiled that new but still utterly charming smile and laughed a little. “It’s just not what I’m used to,” he said, tucking away his new ident card with the rest of his paperwork.
I stood up. “Oh, come on,” I said. “You’re still Gerard to us, and you’ll have the same nickname anyway. What’s in a name?”
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,” he said, smirking a little. “Have you heard from Adira or Freyja?”
“They’re settled for now in some abandoned buildings nearby,” I replied. “They’ll figure it out, I’m sure. It won’t take long for them to blend in. I think I heard mention that some were going to go to the ‘Fatherland’ to see what it’s like there.”
He nodded. “Not much more to do other than go home.” His smile turned wicked, “I’ll be seeing you first thing next week, to begin our lessons.”
I smiled and moved over to clap him on the shoulder. As I did, I noted with some surprise he was taller than me now, by about an inch, maybe an inch and a half. I had to ever so slightly look up to him. I laughed again, shaking my head. It figured he’d do that. He couldn’t stand to be the lesser in anything… but all it did was show me how much it had bothered him. I looked over my new mentor with a mix of admiration and loathing. Rebekah next to him smiled brightly, and I couldn’t help but think I was somewhere between the two of them. I wasn’t a complete psychopath any more, but nor did I look at the world with bright, shining eyes, if I ever had.
Letting out a soft sigh, I decided it didn’t matter. That was the thing about chaos. It changed you. I wouldn’t know if it had changed me for better or worse until I tested it out.
Epilogue
Naked, I stepped out of my shower. I’d gone to my fancy hideout on the upper east side of town. After a few days of living in not great conditions, I really wanted to pamper myself. I stored my dirty and bloody Schattenkraft uniform deep in my closet, figuring I would get it cleaned and keep it. It was a memento, sure, but one never knew when something like that would come in handy again.
Gerard, or ‘Jerry’, had kept his promise and paid my bill at the Doctor’s. He said it was the least he could do for his student… which he liked calling me that too much. He even put in a request for me to wearing my High School Killing Squad outfit again when I went for my first ‘lesson’. I’d rolled my eyes at that, but at the same time… I was eager to start. It wasn’t just for the lessons in control, but to fuck him again. I’d enjoyed it, and wondered idly how hard it would be to find a third. Those were delicious, dark, dangerous thoughts... for another day. It would take some time to reconcile the loathing I harbored for him before I fucked him. Else, I’m sure I would be tempted to play with him a little, and then where would I find another mentor?
I’d contacted Adira and Freyja… and Rory before I’d left the area. I thanked Rory for trying to help me. He had said not to think twice about it, that he’d do the same for any member of his pack. Adira and Freyja--a tall red-headed woman who looked fierce--had taken my number, in case they needed a guide for any reason. I had every confidence they would acclimate quickly to this world.
I wrapped a towel around myself after drying my hair out somewhat, and combing it out. This particular corner apartment had a wraparound balcony on two sides, with large glass windows, and glass doors leading out to the balcony. It wasn’t quite the penthouse, but it was close enough for me. What was best about it was that a lot of white hats lived in the same building, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to see flying metahumans come and go from the building. I was careful not to take any jobs near here, nor leave bodies nearby, just in case someone who lived in the neighborhood recognized me, even though I wore a mask when I did a job… generally.
As I moved into the living room, ready to enjoy the sunrise to come, a shadow moved outside, on the balcony. I tensed and reached out with my mind.
Nosferatu.
When I approached the glass, I saw him more clearly, etched in shadows and ringed with highlights from the lamps inside. I turned them off telekinetically and stared at him, safe from inside my apartment. I had thought since I’d drank Nazferatu’s blood instead of Nos’s, I’d be safe from the infatuation it’d caused.
I was wrong.
Seeing him made the obsession bloom into life, and my lips parted. I wanted to kiss him, taste him, drink every last ounce of him down and make him beg for more. I knew what fondness was, and had felt other people’s love for each other… and it felt like this, like a certain sort of obsession. But for me, I wanted to consume him to sate this neverending hunger inside of me.
It’s not real, I told myself. Like Malech’s illusion in the mirrored glass, it was fake, a construct done by magic. It would wear off. In time. That’s what Adira had told me when I queried her about it. Even knowing it was false, it felt real. Desire ran through me as I watched him sit there, perched on the edge of my balcony railing, so dextrous for someone so big. His chest was carved perfection, hard and lean and huge. All he did was watch me, not moving. Not breathing.
I let go of the towel and stood there naked, no longer teasing, but a bold invite on my terms. He stared, unblinking, looking over my body as I offered myself to him. I knew he would have to switch back to his mortal body, to Michael, in order to come in my apartment, but the sun was close to rising anyway.
He melted into the shadows and disappeared. The desire to chase after him surged, and I moved to the window, staring at the spot he’d been. Another sigh escaped me, and I touched the glass, tracing a design on it absently as I wrestled with the idea of following him, throwing myself at him, begging him to make me his.
Adira had said it would fade, with time. It couldn’t be soon enough. I set about to quarantining that part of my head again. Someday, I would have him, my Nosferatu, but it wasn’t today. I would content myself with the memories of his alter ego, and again, save my vampire for a rainy day.
VILLAINESS #2:
THE PRINCE OF CUPS
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ALANA MELOS is a struggling author who found out writing erotica gave her much more freedom in writing than when she wrote the "serious" literary stuff. Since this discovery, she's endeavored to write the very best interesting, weird, plot-driven, and hot erotica she can. She sincerely hopes to just entertain people, whether they read for the plot, the weird factor, or the racy factor. Along with her loving husband, she lives with a crazy cat.
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The knife jab narrowly missed my ribs as I stepped back and twisted, moving out of the way. Gerard’s grin widened, knowing he had me on the ropes. I slid to the side and jabbed with my own blade, something much shorter than I was used to. I reacted in the wrong ways still, expecting the longer extension of my arm. The shorter knives felt alien to my hands, and using two of them at once caused me to fumble more often than not. I grunted with effort, thrusting the dulled knife towards Gerard’s middle. He skipped to the side easily, and parried with his own blade.
“C’mon, Reece,” he taunted me lightly. “You really have to use your telepathy that much as a crutch?”
I blew a few strands of my blonde hair out of my face. He had to be cheating… because he always cheated. I just couldn’t tell how, yet. Knife-fighting shouldn’t have been that different, yet I couldn’t quite wrap my head around it. I liked the longer reach of my o-waikizashi. This stab and run struck me as silly when I could use a better weapon, yet my mentor had been right. Sometimes you had to use the weapon you had rather than the one you wanted.
Gerard, or Regulus to use his code name, stood a couple inches taller than me, but his reach wasn’t that great either. It became a matter of predicting his moves, and anticipating where he was going to be. I shifted forward, thrusting with my left, then switched directions at the last second in a feint. He didn’t fall for it. Instead of ducking to the side, he pushed my arm aside and stepped in, rendering the attack with my right ineffective as I had tried to drive him to one place and he ended up in another. In the same smooth motion, his foot hooked around mine and down I went. I’d seen it coming a second too late and my ass hit the wood floor heavily.
Instead of pressing his advantage, he backed up, grinning his wicked grin. Still not used to the new lines on his older face, I climbed to my feet slowly, saving my energy. “You’re enjoying this way too much, Ger,” I growled.
“I love having you helpless and on your back,” he said, twirling the knives around in his hands. He’d been a knife fighter for years, and there was no better teacher to be had. Even if he was an ass about it.
Moving forward cautiously, I slashed at him. He blocked the blow, and sent one of his own my way. I blocked it, but only because he let me. “I thought you liked me on top,” I said, twisting my hand around so that my blade scraped down the edge of his. I pressed forward, and he stepped back, disengaging his blades from mine and moving to the side.
This time, I anticipated the move and swept out in a wide arc. I almost… almost had him. The knife blade touched the side of his arm, and I smiled. It faded a moment later as I realized he had sacrificed the hit to step in close again. Three rapid taps on my back told me he would have gotten my kidneys. Before I could growl again, he stepped back, resetting the fight scenario. We had gone back and forth like this for a half hour, and I’d begun to sweat. I might have been losing, but it was a good workout.
“Top, bottom, table, chair, bed… doesn’t matter where you are,” he said, tossing his head back to flick a lock of hair from his brow. He stood there bouncing on the balls of his feet. Since we were sparring, he wore simple clothing: a white tank top and black sweats. The top showed off his body, how muscular but lean he was, like a razor. Like myself, he enjoyed showing off his body being utterly vain. Of course, I wasn’t much better… I had worn a black sports bra and short-shorts, and that was all. I always dressed to distract him when I came for a lesson. Sooner or later his arrogance would rear its ugly head and he would let himself fall into my trap, paying more attention to my body than my actions.
“You want to teach me, or just beat me?” I asked him, circling around once more.
“Both,” he said, grinning. His sharp features darkened slightly. “You know how much I love working your body over.”
That certainly rang true. I half-thought he’d agreed to teach me so he could fuck me on a regular basis. I didn’t complain. He was a good lover, one who knew my body better than myself. It wasn’t just the lessons I looked forward to coming here.
Deciding it was time for me to cheat, I lunged at him knowing he would step back. As I did, I formed the picture of a large block in my mind and projected it with my telekinesis behind his foot, intent on tripping him up. He stepped back, hit the block, and his arms wavered for a moment as he tried to regain his footing. I literally jumped on top of him, reverting back to my brawling rather than knife-fighting, and down we both went. Reversing the blade in my hand, I punched him in the side using the handle to make it really hurt. He grunted, and twisted, letting go of one of his knives to grab my ponytail and pull hard.
Even though I was on top of him, he was still the stronger physically. My head cocked to the side and down as he pulled, and my body went with it, ripping me away from my attack on his midsection. I couldn’t lift my other arm for a viable attack. Instead of hitting him, I moved into him and kissed him, hard. Gerard didn’t let go of my hair, but the rest of his body relaxed as he returned the kiss, sliding his tongue along mine… until he felt the knife blade at his throat.
“Ha!” he said as he broke the kiss. “That shows me.”
“It does indeed,” I replied, looking into his perfect blue eyes. As I pretty much straddled him, I could feel him grow hard beneath me.
“You broke our rules though, so it’s not a victory,” he said, the grip on my hair easing until he was stroking it with his hand.
“Any win you walk away from, isn’t that what they say?” I breathed. “Besides, you cheated too.”
“I was not,” he said, but a corner of his mouth betrayed the lie… I thought. He was such a good liar. Unless I was in his head, I could never quite tell when he was being truthful with me.
We continued to stare at each other, the electricity we shared growing slowly, building up tension. His grin faded into a more serious expression, and his eyes became misty, a faraway look coming to them. I sent a tendril of thought towards him, wondering what he was thinking, but he kept his shields up. Since I had to divert much of my telepathic power to diverting some alien feelings in my head for another man, I couldn’t press him. It was hard to sneak into a telepath’s head anyway.
Instead I studied his handsome, aristocratic face. He was lean and sharp, but the angles worked for him. He’d aged artificially well, the Doctor changing his appearance to reflect his true age since his altered genetic structure didn’t allow him to grow older. I wondered if that meant he was immortal unless someone killed him, or an accident happened. I shivered. Even if that were true, it wasn’t worth the price of someone mucking with your DNA.
“Kiss me again,” he said, arching up as he spoke.
“Well, aren’t you pushy for being on the bottom?” I replied with half a smile. Instead of obeying him, I slid my body along his, reveling in the soft groan he gave me at the motion.
He didn’t take it lying down. Gerard dropped his remaining knife and pushed up and over. I laughed and let him, knowing that’s what he was going to do. He liked being on top too much, and just a little bit of rebellion excited him beyond measure. As he flipped me over to my back, he
kneed my legs apart, and we ended up with tangled limbs. His hardness rubbed against the inside of my hip while the top of his thigh pressed against my sex firmly. Taking the kiss he wanted then withdrawing, he smiled.
“Was that so hard?” he asked, voice soft and seductive.
“Something’s hard,” I replied, shifting my hips so I could rub against him.
“You have that effect on me,” he whispered, stealing another kiss.
I kissed him back, tasting his lips. Although he was beginning to get my motor running, I had other things to do. “Get off,” I said, sighing the words. “I don’t have time for sex.”
“There’s always time for sex,” he laughed. Normally, that would be true, but the sessions we had would start… and hours later, we’d finally have enough. Sex with another telepath intoxicated me in a way I’d never had trouble with before. I drank, and had done drugs before, but nothing ever seemed to stick to me, and the paltry high gotten wasn’t worth it. Blood got me going… blood and sex.
“I can’t,” I said, pushing on him. He wasn’t much bigger than me, and his torso moved a little until he pressed down again. “I have to get ready to go out.”
“You have work?” he said, running a hand down my side to my thigh. “I can tag along, after.”
“No, not work… get off, Ger,” I said, squirming a little.
He took another kiss, and I bit his lip. Laughing again, he looked down at me, his blue eyes shaded. His thigh moved against my pussy, and I shivered lightly as he sent sweet thoughts of what he wanted to do. “Afterwards,” he said, kissing my cheek.
“Come on, Jerry,” I said, sneering the word. “I don’t have all day.”
He mock winced. “Oh, the hated nickname,” he said, grinning. The hand on my thigh slipped inside, testing my skin, seeking my sex. He wasn’t going to stop, and he had this thing where he didn’t care about people other than himself. I think I got into his inner circle and was thought of as his, much as I thought of my own people. They were mine. Gerard still didn’t get I didn’t belong to anyone.
