I looked briefly around the room, noticing red silken drapes hanging from the ceiling. Through the drapes, I could see a dresser and a door. It was too dark to see anything clearly but candles lit the room enough to see my jacket and guns on a Victorian style chair near the bed. My clothes and weapons were within reach if only I could get untied. There was a knife at the end of the bed littered with blood, my blood no doubt. I made a mental note of my surroundings before I gave my mind completely to Alastair. I knew it was dangerous to open to his powers but I had no other option. I prayed he would not be able to read my intentions.
Closing my eyes, I hoped it would end quickly. I didn’t struggle against his hold over me but gave in. I relaxed under his touch and kisses as he groaned in response. "Yes, give yourself to me freely," he whispered.
I felt a sudden rush of heat and desire flooding my veins. My senses came alive as his kisses stimulated me. Living and surviving to get my revenge pushed me forward. The restraints added to my excitement as he stirred alongside me. I flicked my tongue in his mouth, teasingly drawing him nearer. His body tightened as the motion made us both groan in pleasure. Lifting his thighs over mine, he pushed his manhood into my hips. I could feel the hard long shaft touching my body. My hips rose to meet him as his hands moved over my breasts, fondling my nipples with delicate fingers. My body squirmed beneath him, throbbing for him to enter me. The power swelled in the room filling my mind and body. His long blonde hair felt like silk against my face and shoulders. I wanted to run my fingers through it. He released my mouth, kissing my cheek, moving to my jaw and then descending to my neck. My heart ached from the quickening as I cried out. His hips pressed down, shifting his hardness over my opening, penetrating ever so slightly just enough to hear me scream. "Please don’t stop."
He laughed, as his kisses on my neck became nibbles. His fangs slid against my skin finding their mark. My body pushed into his arms and my legs strained against the silk. He thrust within me in one smooth motion as his fangs struck their mark. Pain ripped through my body as his large shaft shoved deep inside. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as his power shifted over me. His hips moved in a slow pleasurable rhythm. I screamed as my body melted against his skin, burning liquid fire. He plunged his penis, burying it deep while he brought my hips up to meet each thrust. My body lifted automatically in response to the intensifying movement. He held me as we floated above the bed, only my hands and feet kept us anchored. He drank my blood as he continued to pierce the tightness between my legs. An earth-shattering orgasm sent me squirming beneath him. Fire and ice littered my body with new sensations as I screamed. He released my neck and stared down at me. His shaft throbbed for release.
I looked at his now blood soaked lips and my head cleared long enough to whisper, "Stop."
He shook his head, continuing to move rhythmically deep inside. "Stop, I want to be on top of you." He cocked his head smiling down at me. I could sense his hesitation. "I want to finish you on top," I begged, voice raspy with desire.
He stopped moving and pulled out slowly. I cried in ecstasy with every inch of his retreat. Shivering, I tried to control my desire as we lowered to the bed. He quickly knelt and untied my legs. He tore the silk ties at my hands with one clean pull. I was free of my restraints as he curled next to me. I moved my hand over his chest sliding my legs over him. Pressing a hand against his chest, I straddled him. Bracing myself slowly over him, I slid slowly down the length of his penis. A low moan escaped my mouth, as the thickness overflowed, pushing and touching places I didn’t know existed. His hips met mine as I rode him, embracing the lightning energy flowing between us.
His hand moved seductively past my hip to my breast. He twisted my nipple, smiling. "I have never met a woman quite like you." He groaned as I wiggled my hips in a circular motion, slapping myself rapidly up and down on his slick shaft. "Yes, you will be mine forever." His breathing rapid with his impending release.
Wrapping his hands around my back, he lowered me to his eagerly awaiting mouth. We kissed as I squeezed my legs against him. He released his hold and I sat up holding him within me as I moved my arms behind me. I bent back screaming in pleasure as he held my hips, pushing rapidly up and down. The fire between us built as his body twitched, ready for discharge. He closed his eyes, while I continued to ride him, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. I leaned further back as he grabbed my breast, squeezing painfully. I moved my fingers back and forth searching between our legs for the knife. My middle finger hit something hard. A little further and I was able to wrap my fingers around the weapon that had been so cruelly used against me. I smirked as I held it behind my back riding our pleasure to its end. He pushed his hips harder and faster as we both cried out, our sweet release sweeping through our bodies. The pace of his motions slowed as his warm liquid explosion invaded my body. Leaning down I gently kissed his lips. He groaned opening his eyes only to see my now raised hand over his head.
With one smooth motion, I opened his neck digging the knife into his artery and pushing it until it reached the resistance of his spine. His shaft still erect inside my body convulsed, soon withered and retreated. I slid off the bed while he choked and coughed on his own fluids. I was covered in blood, watching myself in the mirror over the dresser. Grabbing my clothes, I started for the door. Sliding my pants over the painful cuts and bruises on my legs, I let out a sigh. I was tired, beaten and overall this had been the worst twenty-four hours of my life. Taking my shotgun, I opened the door cautiously. I could hear the strangling coughs and blood splatter as the monster on the bed turned, hand outstretched, dying. My heart was cold as ice, ignoring his cries as I moved into the hallway, shutting the door behind me. He was a monster and I felt no remorse. Peering down the hallway I watched for any other vampires. The hallway was empty so I took off running, throwing my clothes on while I fled from the man who claimed to be my father. I would not mourn the loss of his life, but revel in the satisfaction killing him brought me. I felt myself changing into something heartless, cold and calculating and I liked it. The hallway was draped in soft white silk. The material gently caressed my sore tender body and a cool breeze hit me in the face. Wind, Window? Yanking back the drapes, I found an open door and window just beyond. The room was empty except for two coffins.
I wondered if Cassarah was lying peacefully in her coffin while Alastair died in his bed. I took one step toward the coffins determined to kill whatever was inside. A crashing noise from down the hall woke me from my trance. I took one last glance at the coffins, and decided to forgo my revenge for the moment, and ran toward the window. I will kill them all. Hunting them down would be fun even if it takes the rest of my life.
The window overlooked a spacious lawn surrounded by dark forest. Looking carefully around the grounds, I tried to see any possible danger. What time was it? I concentrated for a moment and knew dawn was right around the corner. I climbed out onto the ledge, surveying the yard. Leaning against the side of the house, I put my jacket on and tied my boots. With gun in hand, I leaped eight feet to the ground, rolling onto soft lush grass.
I dropped my gun as I fell. I rotated to look for it when I heard a low rolling growl coming from beyond the corner of the house. Two massive demonic dogs came jogging into sight and stopped. Each had long strands of drool hanging from their mouths, sharp teeth exposed readied for attack. They were all black except for their red glowing eyes. I reached slowly into my pockets and fingered the throwing stars. The dogs pounced, all snarl and teeth. I ripped my hands out of the pockets and whipped the stars in the direction of the attackers hoping to slow their attack enough to grab my gun. With two yelps and thuds, the dogs fell to the ground. Crouching low to the cold earth, I waited for another attack. I held my breath for what felt like eternity, sitting motionless.
Move, Samantha, Move! The voice in my head was my own. I willed my body off the ground dashing full speed for the woods. Once I entered the cover of the forest, my speed increased, and I was suddenly ru
nning faster than I ever had in my life. I knew if I didn’t get away from these woods and that house I wouldn’t survive the rising of the next sun. I heard a blood-curdling howl from behind me. The scream resonated in my head. It was closing in faster than any human and much faster than a dog. Growls and screams continued while branches were breaking and snapping. The trees were tall and the brush thick as I maneuvered around each obstacle, slowing my pace. Not wanting to admit what was hunting me, I kept moving and quickening my pace through the woods as light from the moon guided my every step.
A branch hit me across the face, the pain shot through me, and yet I still ran. I forced my mind and body to continue despite the pain. Jumping a log, I tripped falling to the ground. I was immobile, the wind knocked out of me as I laid on the ground completely still, gasping for air. My body was weary and bruised. The noises in the dark filled the forest. An owl screeched, searching for its prey, while a deer ran from what was hunting me. Usually I would enjoy my stay in the forest but not tonight. I felt as if my body couldn’t move from the sheer exhaustion until a ruthless shriek penetrated the cool night air, too close for comfort. My ear pressed to the ground, I could hear thumping as the large animal headed in my direction. Quivering in fear, I forced myself to get up, struggling as pain shot through my head. Leaning against a tree, I gasped as a wave of nausea almost dropped me to the ground. Fresh blood covered my hand and I knew it was my own.
A loud crash of trees and brush forced me to take off running despite the pain. If I stopped now I was dead. It wasn’t until the first light of dawn reached the forest floor that I slowed my pace. Sometime in the middle of the night I’d lost the creature following me. Either that or it had stopped hunting me. Feeling safety of distance, I stopped, kneeling by a brook to wash my hands and face of all the remaining bits and pieces of Alistair’s blood and my own.
I still felt this urgent need to continue running away from the creatures I’d left behind. Those devilish howls were far from human and they followed me through the night, prodding me on. It was as if they were toying with me, herding me in the direction they wanted me to take. I was just happy to be alive. I just wanted to live. For the first time in my life, something spurred me on to live. I needed to see Trevor again and more than anything the two men who’d so thoroughly invaded my life. I wasn’t sure why my heart ached at the thought of never seeing them again. I jumped over the brook and started running. The woods were thick and the sun barely broke through the dense shrubbery. Stumbling over a tree, I fell, rolling over and over while branches whacked my body. Falling down an incline, I raised my hands to my face protecting my eyes from the wayward branches. I rolled further as my speed of descent quickened, dropping down a steep embankment with a thud. I did everything possible to slow my rapid descent. Hitting the bottom of the hill, I rolled right out into a road. I froze as throbbing pain shot through my legs and arms. Lying completely still, I tried to focus my mind. The road signified civilization and internally I leaped for joy.
I heard a rumble heading in my direction. I pried my head off the road in time to see a truck rounding a corner coming straight for me. I leaped out of the way, as the truck flew past me.
"Close call," I whispered, trying to catch my breath .
The truck slowed and came to a stop. I gingerly strolled up to the passenger side, peering in at the driver. The man leaned over, opening the door. He was in his late 50’s with graying hair and beard.
"Need a ride, young lady?" His smile was warm and friendly.
It only took me a minute to decide this man was harmless and I nodded and swung myself into the cab. "Well, you look like you’ve gotten yourself into some trouble," he chuckled.
I looked over at him, suddenly realizing my appearance. My gun had fallen from my hands when I rolled to the road and I was very aware of this man’s knowing gaze.
"You can wipe the concern off your face, young lady. I mean you no harm. Your business is your own. Where can I take you?" he smiled.
I shrugged my shoulders as a numbing feeling crawled through my mind as I settled in the cab. "Where are we?" I asked, wincing in pain.
He pulled back onto the road and we were on our way. "Well, ma’am, this is Louisiana, where do you think we were?"
I was thankful my captors hadn’t taken me too far and hopefully I could get home before nightfall. I had no desire to meet up with whatever was in these woods again. "How far are we from New Orleans?" I asked.
He chuckled softly. "We are over three hours from New Orleans, Miss. I take it you need a ride to New Orleans?" He kept his eyes on the road, thoughtfully rubbing his hands against his chin.
"Yes."
He gripped the wheel, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. "We are on the Arkansas border. The farthest I can take you is the Poverty Point area."
Inclining forward, placing my head in my hands, I watched the road ahead. "Thanks, that’s fine." The woods seemed to go on forever. I was still over three hours from home, but I was alive. Staring at the older man driving, I wondered why he would care enough to stop and help a stranger. I was grateful for his help, and wherever he took me would be better than last night.
An hour later, he exited off Highway 20 taking a side road. My head hurt and my eyes were blurry. I probably had a concussion. I tilted my head gently against the window. The road was void of all traffic and life. Five minutes later, he drove into the parking lot of a small beat up motel. It was rundown but the vacancy sign was blinking. Better than the woods.
He left the truck running, jumped out and walked to the motel office. "I’ll be right back," he hollered to me. It seemed like an eternity but twenty minutes later, he came back. "Ma’am, you can stay here for the night or until someone can pick you up. My friend Mike will take good care of you." He smiled.
I grabbed his arm. He was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. His southern drawl was strong but soothing. The gray hair and beard gave him the look of a loving grandfather. It’s funny I had been with him for almost two hours and just now noticed the kindness in his eyes.
I squeezed his arm tenderly. "Thank you. I have no way of paying your friend." I sighed, wishing I had my revenge and wondering if it would be worth all this trouble.
The older man bent over me and unlocked the glove compartment. It flew open, spilling a heavy black sack in my lap. I handed the sack to him and he took it carefully. He turned to me. "My wife will kill me." He grinned sticking his hand in the sack. His hand emerged holding a large wad of money. Snatching my hand, he shoved my fingers around the money. "Take this, you need it more than I do."
I looked down at the cash in my hand and my throat tightened. "I can’t," I croaked.
He shook his head and pushed my outstretched hand away from him. "I won’t take no for an answer, young lady."
I nodded reluctantly, putting the money in my jacket pocket. "Thank you." I paused. "What is your name?"
He laughed out loud, slapping his knee. "Well, two hours in my truck and you just thought to ask my name. It’s Jim, young lady. And yours?"
"Samantha Houston."
He submerged his hand into the bag again and removed an object covered in cloth. He carefully removed a wrap covering an old .44 magnum.
I smiled to myself. It looked vaguely similar to my own modified guns. He handed me the gun. "There is a box of silver bullets under your seat. You can never be too careful."
I took the gun and put it in my pocket along with the money. "Thank you! How can I ever repay you?"
He shrugged. "I could think of a few ways but my wife would kill me."
I jumped out and leaned into the truck reaching under the seat. I found the box of bullets and shoved them into my jacket pocket. Shutting the door, I walked around to the driver’s side. The old man had his window rolled down. I rested on the window, folding my arms under my chin. "Well, Jim you’re not bad, not bad at all. Would a kiss do?" I asked.
I leaned in and kissed him on his forehead.
He grinned from ear to ear. "My wife is going to kill me, but it’s worth the risk. Thank you, darling." He paused. "Be careful, all kinds of crazy things are going on lately. When you shoot, shoot to kill."
I moved away from his truck giving him room to leave.
"Mike will have clothes inside for you." Waving, he pulled out onto the road and out of sight.
I needed to sleep and my weary body was aching as I headed toward the office. The road was empty nothing within miles of this motel. The sign was a gaudy neon red reading Motel X. The rooms were all on one level. There was a pool filled with murky green water. It looked like alligators had made their home in the pool. The place looked beat up but hey, who could complain, it was a place to sleep and take a warm shower.
I stepped through the door into a spacious reception area. The air condition was running quietly in the window and the room was cool. It felt great. I strolled up to the desk and leaned against the counter. I hit the bell on the counter three or four times.
Yep, impatient and annoyed even when exhausted, that’s me. I smiled wickedly.
"Holy crap! Jim was right, you do need help." A young kid stepped out from around the corner, sliding behind the counter.
His accent was thick and barely understandable. He was tall with long blonde hair held back in a ponytail. He was cute for a kid.
He threw a set of keys on the counter. "Here, the best room I got. It might not look it on the outside, but the rooms are clean and big." He looked at me curiously. "Do you need a doctor, ma’am?"
I cursed quietly under my breath. I knew I felt bad but I must really look like hell. The older man had seemed concerned and now the young kid showed an openly alarmed expression. "No, I’m fine. Do your phones work?" I asked.
"Yes, ma’am, you can call long distance, too." He looked around the room and then whispered. "Keep your door locked. Something strange is going on here lately. Rumors and such about vampires and werewolves fighting." He paused. "My pa did good business here until the last couple of months."
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