Where could I carry my new weapon? I needed my shorts so I could carry it in my pocket. Leaving the junk room, I searched the house until I found the laundry room and my dirty clothes. I washed out my shorts by hand and put them on still damp. The gun seemed heavier in my pocket than in my hand. My shorts didn’t want to stay up. Damn. I kept the gun in my pocket anyway. I felt tired already, even though I had slept all day. I lost interest in searching his house. All I wanted now was to lie down for a while.
Back in John’s room, I stretched out on the comforter and turned on the television—another piece of the ordinary that shocked me. I found some old re-runs of “Bones” to watch and my eyes grew heavy.
A noise somewhere in the house woke me with a start. My heart raced as I strained my ears, hoping it was nothing, but knowing that somebody had invaded the house. Footsteps in the den and furniture sliding as if someone was searching John’s house. I eased off the bed and onto the floor. I tried scooting under the bed but I could not squeeze my body in that narrow space.
Close to panic, I didn’t know where else to go so I ran into the bathroom, easing the door shut behind me. Climbing into the bathtub, I pulled the shower curtain closed and squatted down in the tub. It dawned on me that with the light on the intruder may see me. I got back out of the tub and flipped off the light. Stumbling on the rug, I caught myself on the huge towel hanging on the towel rack to dry. As I fell, I took the towel with me, and then the entire rack came off the wall.
Praying that the closed door muffled my bumbling noises, I climbed back into the tub, bringing the towel and the broken rack with me. I crouched there for what seemed like hours and just when I thought the intruder had left, the bathroom door opened. I held my breath, listening to rustling in the medicine cabinet and then snorting right outside the curtain. The bright blue blurred before my eyes as the curtain whipped across the rod, exposing me.
With a motion too quick for me to follow, he grabbed a hand full of my long hair and pulled me out of the tub to stand in front of him. Faint light from the bedroom illuminated his face and I gasped when I saw the long pointed canines and his red eyes. I knew that he planned to bite me, no doubt about that.
“I am taken.” I shrilled at him. He grimaced but then his coarse laughter followed and without a word, he bent to my throat and tore my flesh with his filthy fangs. My blood flowed down John’s shirt but he drank as much as he wasted. This fiend planned to kill me but I had a surprise for him.
He never noticed me sneaking my hand to my pocket, sliding the gun out and moving the lever off of “safety”. I grew weak but before passing out, I would shoot this bastard. As if he suddenly realized what I planned, he reached for my hand and found the gun. He tried to wrestle it out of my hand but it went off, the blast from the diminutive gun booming in the tile bathroom. I didn’t know if my shot hit him or if I had just shot myself in the gut. I could no longer feel my body, the numbness spreading until it reached my head and I fell like a stone over the side of the tub.
NINE
In and out of consciousness, my reality seemed more like a horror movie. I saw terrible things happening but someone else occupied my body and I was a mere observer. The intruder fell back with a hole in his chest. His stunned face blanched as he glared at me in the tub. Blood splattered everywhere. A spectacular spray decorated the tile and blood pooled around me on the curtain and in the tub. John’s shirt would never come clean either. I could only hope the asshole that tore my throat out had lost more blood than I.
I closed my eyes for a moment, my body dense, heavy. I fell through the porcelain of the tub into a horrible dark pit. But then, even that pit could no longer hold me. The sensation of falling roused me from my stupor and I opened my eyes to see Sheriff John bending over me.
“Sandy?” He touched my face, turning my head to see the hideous wound on my throat. “What the hell happened here?” I wanted to answer, to tell him of the burglar but I couldn’t seem to coordinate my lips with my brain. I never saw the guy leave; he could very well be waiting somewhere—waiting for John to depart so that he could finish me off.
Then, I saw him. The intruder stood right behind John, a large sword-like knife raised above his head as he prepared to bring it down on John. I shifted my eyes to him and screamed inside my head.
BEHIND YOU.
His eyes grew round and he spun around, catching the man’s arm in his. John squeezed his arm and bones crunched before he dropped his weapon and his unearthly strangled cry filled the bathroom.
“What are you doing in my house, rogue?” John’s bellow bounced off the tile walls, hurting my ears.
“Aaaaeeeeeee,” the rogue’s scream of pain didn’t faze John as he continued to apply crushing pressure to his ruined arm.
“Answer or I will tear your arm from the socket.” John glanced over at me and frowned at my look of horror.
Finally, the rogue gathered his wits so he could form an answer. “I had no idea that you are a member of the Elite, I swear it Sheriff. You are on the human police force after all.” He gasped in pain, but bit his lip and tried to remain stoic as John released some of the pressure on his mangled arm. “I thought it would be a kick to break in a cop’s house.”
John nodded his head and seemed to be thinking about his next move. I felt faint again but I wanted to see the outcome of this confrontation. I fought to stay alert.
“Yes, well, you might be allowed to live had you not damaged my feeder.” Oh hell, too bad I hadn’t fainted before I had to hear that. John grabbed the guy by the throat and jerked him so violently that his neck snapped. That easy and the rogue fell to the floor twitching.
Ignoring him, John turned back to me, bending over to lift me in his arms. Effortless.
“It isn’t usually that easy to kill them, but thanks to your gunshot wound, he lost a lot of blood and it weakened him. I’m guessing I’ll find a mess somewhere in my house thanks to this stupid-ass rogue.”
He carried me out to the bed as he talked and placed me there on top of the navy blue comforter. It crossed my mind that if my wounds still bled, it would ruin his bed linens. He left me and I watched him go, loving the way he looked in his uniform. My medic returned with an armload of first aid supplies. He cleaned all the blood off my neck and I stared into his face, watching as his nostrils flared and he ground his teeth back and forth.
The blood got to him. I knew it. Easy to see his excitement in those clenched jaws and glimmering eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed over and over again. Finally, he slapped a gauze pad over the wound and brought my hand up to it.
“Hold this here.” He barely uttered the words before he rushed from the room. I strained my ears listening for the refrigerator door. How silly. I know that he ran to the kitchen for a blood meal. I couldn’t hear the fridge, but I did hear the ding of the microwave. I imagined him standing at the counter in the kitchen, a human sheriff at home. His big hands wrapped around a steaming mug of—blood.
So quiet in his house. The silence could be deafening by itself. Tree frogs croaked somewhere in the distance and a car drove down a nearby street. Another chime sounded, this one different that the first. Hmm, double drinks? Or something else? John’s footsteps as he crossed the den and moments later, he stood before me, a plastic bag of blood in his hands.
Well shit. Why did he have to drink his dinner in front of me? What did he need all that tubing for? And a needle? He sat on the edge of the bed beside me and placed his dinner on the bed. It slid over and touched my arm. Warm. I felt a scream welling up inside my chest but he sensed it and moved the package away. Pulling a rubber tube out of his pocket, he lifted my arm and held it against his side, tying that tubing around my bicep.
“Make a fist, Sandy.”
“Why?” I croaked, sounding more like one of those lovesick tree frogs than a woman.
“You need blood. You’ve lost too much and I’ll not risk your health. Don’t worry, it’s O negative and I took the chill of
f by placing it in the oven for a few minutes.”
The oven? I wouldn’t even ask about that crazy statement.
He smiled down at me. “The microwave ruins the blood for a transfusion.” He touched my hand with his fingertips as he picked up that wicked torture device. “Now, make a fist and release it, then make a fist and release it. Keep doing that.” He slid the needle into my vein as if he did that every day, all day long. I hardly noticed the prick and considering the size of that needle—amazing that it didn’t hurt like hell. He taped it to my skin and put my arm down, then stood and held the bag of blood over my arm.
Insanity, my situation was pure insanity. I have a uniformed sheriff standing over me giving me a blood transfusion and oh, did I mention that he was a vampire? So this is what it feels like to totally lose my mind. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
“John?”
He held the plastic bag higher, forcing it into my body faster. Only when half of it had entered my arm did he look up and meet my eyes. Hmm. Gold again. His contacts were gone.
“Yes, Sandy?”
Damn what a good-looking male. I could stare at him for hours and still find attractive things about him. Like now, the way his hair flipped across his forehead and rested on his eyebrow. And that eyebrow, instead of being rounded, it came to a curved point toward the outside of his eye. His cheeks, where before they appeared sallow, now had a rosy flush to them that made him even more handsome. Oh god he looked like Cupid. Even his mouth has the tiny bow on his upper lip like Cupid.
“Sandy? Was there something you wanted?”
“What? Oh, um—what did I want?” My mind just went blank—oh yeah, a vast empty space where my brain once was. Maybe that rogue was a brain sucker in addition to being a bloodsucker. I started giggling then and when I saw John’s brows draw together in confusion, I laughed even harder. It beat the hell out of crying.
“I think someone has spiked your blood. Too bad I didn’t take this one for myself.”
“What’re you giving that woman, John?” Stefan strode into the room, his formidable presence enough to shake the hysterics right out of me. “Holy shit. What in hell went on here?” Stefan swept his eyes over me and my bloody shirt and the tube running into my arm. “Was it that asshole, Christian? Sandy did he return and damage you this way?”
“Christian?” John glared from me to Stefan and back to me. His eyes narrowed. “You let someone in after I forbid it, Sandy? Did you?” I gulped and my tongue slid back into my throat, gagging me.
“Calm down, John. She didn’t mean to. He used his powers to sweep right past her without a real invitation—other than a cracked door.” Stefan touched him on the shoulder and John relaxed a little. Stefan might just turn out to be my knight in shining armor after all.
“Good that you are keeping our private bar well stocked.” Stefan grinned and licked his lips as he watched the last of the blood empty into my greedy veins. My knight just got thrown from his white horse, his armor rusted, and he rode off on a damned braying jackass. I wouldn’t give him a real horse in my fantasy ever again, unless the horse trampled him and kicked him in his arrogant head.
“Fuck off, Stefan.”
Stefan opened his eyes wide in fake surprise. “Oh my goodness, what language from such a pretty girl.”
John laughed and patted my shoulder. I wanted to slap his hand away but decided that might be a bad idea. Something grossly intimidating about him standing there in his uniform.
“Now, now, that isn’t really the proper way to talk to Stefan, is it?”
I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I did. I flipped him off. With astounding speed, John grabbed my finger and tucked it back into my fist, pushing my hand down to my side on the bed. He sat on the bed next to me then, putting his hands on my arms and he bent down until his lips almost touched my face.
The breath caught in my throat, my fickle heart pounding so hard in my chest that I knew he could hear it.
“Do you want me to punish you?” John’s voice flowed across me like warmed honey—a love sonnet instead of talk of punishment. He surprised me even more when he moved to kiss me on the tip of my nose before he jumped up from the bed, linked his arm with Stefan’s and left the room.
I stared at their broad retreating backs for a moment, my own emotions warring with each other. The knot of tension in my gut unraveled as their powerful auras faded, but still, I wanted to shout for them to return.
“Hey.” I must be possessed by the gluttony demon because somebody, using my mouth, just called out to them.
John’s head popped around the doorjamb and he grinned at me as if he knew I would call him back.
“What’s the matter, Princess? Are you aching for more Elite meat?” Every drop of my freshly transfused blood rushed to my cheeks. His dark eyebrows danced upward and back down again as he waited for me to answer and I wished I had something witty to say, something profound, something that would wipe that sexy smirk right off his face.
“Where ya goin?” Oh yeah, real clever. Why did I turn into a babbling idiot around this man?
John slid into the doorway, slouching there against the framework as he studied me. “I had thought to let you rest. You need to recuperate after your ordeal.” He lifted his hand to his mouth and stroked his bottom lip with one finger. “We’re not leaving, we’ll just be in the den.”
“Coming John?” Stefan appeared behind him and scowled at me over John’s shoulder. What was his problem? How could he be so sweet to me one moment and call me the private bar the next?
Without another word, John turned and followed Stefan down the hall. Even with my ambiguous intuition, I felt that something was going on with those two. And despite my tattered ego, I knew it had to do with me.
TEN
Curiosity, the bane of my existence it seemed. I had to know what they were doing. Feeling stronger now, I eased myself off the bed and slipped into John’s closet for something clean to wear. Again, I had nothing on under his big shirt. Mmm. His shirt smells freshly laundered. Funny to think of that man doing his own laundry.
With silent sneaking footsteps, I made my way out of his room and down the hallway. Male voices in the den—they were together.
“What is your problem? I swear you almost act like you’re jealous of her.”
“Bullshit. How could I be jealous of your feeder, John? Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not ridiculous. So what is it? You enjoyed her delights too.”
“Yeah. But I’m worried that it may be too enjoyable. She’s human. She’s vulnerable.” Stefan cleared his throat and coughed. “And, you are mine.”
I peeked around the corner and saw them sitting there on the sofa, their knees touching. John lifted his hand to touch Stefan on the cheek. “That will never change, Stefan.”
John stared into his eyes and leaned over to press his lips to Stefan’s. I’d never seen homosexual lovemaking before and it appeared that if I remained here, I sure would. I should go back to the bedroom and close the door. My feet remained rooted to the spot and my crotch started a slow pulsing that intensified as their kiss deepened. Stefan broke off first and made short work of unbuttoning John’s uniform shirt.
“You have on far too many clothes. Get that stiff uniform off and I’ll give you something stiff to replace it.”
John laughed and stripped out of his uniform. Stefan also removed his clothes and I had to bite my tongue to keep back my gasp of appreciation. The ambient lighting in John’s den made their skin glow; the sculpted muscles of their naked bodies rippled with that radiance. I didn’t think either one of them could look any better than they did during our sexy session, but there they stood, exquisite beings, true deities in every sense of the word.
My mouth dropped open as I stared at Stefan’s massive cock. It was not quite erect and I could swear that it seemed to be stiffening in stages. The head appeared to be hard and as I watched, the base of his cock stiffened and then last, the very mi
ddle grew into a meaty erection of gigantic proportions. Nothing that large belonged on a humanoid, Elite or not. I must have hallucinated about having sex with him because I could not imagine that monster fitting inside of me.
John dropped to his knees in front of Stefan, reaching with apparent reverence for that colossal ribbed penis. I itched to join him in that position if for no other reason than to gaze at the extraordinary span of throbbing manhood. John closed his lips on the head of Stefan’s cock and moaned as Stefan laced his fingers in his thick hair and pulled him closer. John pumped the gigantic cock with his hands as he sucked on the end and Stefan closed his eyes, his head falling back as his back muscles and buttocks tightened.
I held my breath as I watched their private moment. Minutes stretched into hours and then days and finally, I had to breathe or pass out. John went down on Stefan with real love, no mistaking that emotion on his tranquil features. It would be heaven to have someone feel that way about me.
I thought, for a moment, that Stefan would fall as his knees weakened—I saw them buckling, but he didn’t. With his big hands still tangled in John’s hair, he moved John’s eager head on his shaft, faster and faster until finally he groaned and stopped John’s bobbing motion with a gentle squeeze of his hands.
Oh my gosh. He came in John’s mouth and I just watched. It suddenly dawned on me that my voyeurism might not be excused by the two Elite lovers. Would they kill me for seeing this? Somehow, I doubted it since the den is not exactly a private place, or at least not while I’m in the house. For all I know they always give each other blowjobs in the den. Regardless, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I didn’t care if it made them furious. I just wouldn’t get caught.
I swallowed, trying to wet my own dry throat as I watched John run his tongue down Stefan’s cock until he buried his face in the curly dark hair at the base.
“I swear, Stefan. You grow more enormous by the day.”
“Nonsense.” Stefan chuckled. “You’re just afraid to allow me in your virgin asshole.”
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