The Silver Fang

by Silver Fang (NCP) (lit)

  His gaze fell to mine. "I thought this was a figment of your imagination. It wasn’t you entering my dreams but me entering yours." He ran his long fingers against the stone of the fountain.

  "I don’t remember this place as a child, yet it was so perfectly replicated in my dream." I shook my head, shrugging my shoulders. "I don’t understand." That was when I felt him. Someone was coming towards us. Sevastian felt him too. He hissed towards the wall.

  Alastair leaped over the wall landing with ease. He looked around walking past us towards the gate. He didn’t see us. He walked through me to a woman standing in the corner of the garden. He kissed the woman pulling her against him. They groaned as they tore the clothes from their bodies, lying in the bed of lilacs and grass. They made love, whispering sweet nothings. When they were done, Alastair stood and brought the woman to her feet. He kissed her goodbye and simply vanished. The woman walked away, disappearing into the shadows.

  The smell of lilacs filled my nostrils as I fell to the ground. The energy in the air was stifling, causing me to gasp for breath. Sevastian tilted his head, watching the wall. "A ghost. Maybe a relative? But why Alastair?" Sevastian held his hand out to me and I took it.

  I was just happy Sevastian saw what I had seen. I didn’t want to believe I might be losing my mind. I knew why Alastair was in the garden, but chose not to say and kept my mind blank. I gladly accepted Sevastian’s help as I stood. His warmth spread over my entire body, as he pressed me against his body. I was so hungry. My stomach was burning with the desire to feed.

  "You will feed, my sweet. Be patient. You must control the urge or it will control you." He sighed, releasing me. We were silent the whole trip back to the house.

  The living room was dark, but I could still see the blood soaked into the carpet from when I’d shot Sevastian. He saw the horror on my face and wrapped his arms around me.

  "You did what you had to do," he whispered, releasing me.

  Someone was in the room with us and I sensed their energy. I turned, grabbing the guns from Sevastian, aiming them at the darkened corner.

  Shadow stepped from the dark, holding Siön Baptiste in his arms. "He is dying." He held Siön Baptiste towards me.

  Fear gripped my heart as Sevastian appeared before Shadow taking Siön Baptiste in his arms. "He must feed."

  Shadow was dripping a black fluid onto the carpet. "I will feed him, my lord."

  Sevastian looked at his companion and shook his head. "No, you must rest. You have lost too much blood." He turned towards me. "I am sorry, my sweet, but he must feed on someone who has his blood in theirs." His mouth twitched slightly as his last comment came out in a hoarse whisper.

  When I had fed off Ty, he’d had multiple orgasms. It was a power vampires had over senses. They made their prey want them to death. I wanted Siön Baptiste to take my blood. I had no fear, just desire to feel him in me, on me, drinking me. Tears welled as the thought of his words the night we’d made love. "I love you, that is why." Those words troubled me. He had so willingly saved my life yet now I wasn’t sure if I was prepared to save his. I was scared of giving my heart away, of feeling too much for Siön Baptiste.

  "We must hurry, my sweet." Sevastian frowned.

  I pointed up the stairs to my room. "The bedroom."

  Sevastian walked in front of me carrying Siön Baptiste up the stairs. He laid him on my bed and whispered softly in his ear. Siön Baptiste stirred, opening his eyes. Sevastian wiped the hair and blood from his face. Siön Baptiste observed me from across the room. I felt his power flowing towards me, pressing against me, probing. I had never felt his power before but now that I had changed, I knew what he was doing. He was trying to read my mind. I shut the door on my mind and his power engulfed my body, sending vibrations over my skin. He tried to sit up and winced.

  Sevastian pushed him back down onto the bed. "She will come to you." He stood walking past me and grabbed my arm. "Do not let him take too much blood. You will need to feed in your weakened state. When he is sated, call me." His eyes flashed dangerously as he exited the room, closing the door behind him.

  Staring at Siön Baptiste laying helpless on the bed, I could see all the bruises and cuts the fiends had given him. Damn them all to hell, they would pay for this. He’d been beaten relentlessly and near death when we found him. I sent my power over him, prying for information. He didn’t have enough strength to fend my probing away and groaned as my own desire for food swept over him. Leaning down, I gently kissed his forehead, my lips smoldering from the touch of his skin. He seized my arms, dragging me down onto him. Smelling fresh blood from his wounds, I fought my own yearning to feed. I tucked my ponytail behind my back, exposing my neck to him.

  "I do not think I have enough strength to make this pleasurable, my sweet," he cautioned. "If you do not want me to take blood, I will feed off another."

  Sensing his life fading, I cried aloud, "Just do it, NOW."

  There was a moment of razor-sharp pain as Siön Baptiste sunk his fangs into my neck. For what seemed an eternity I could only feel a throbbing pain stinging my neck and sweeping over my entire body. Then slowly a mind-numbing sensation began to creep slowly over me. His life force strengthened, sending pleasurable vibrations over us as he continued to feed. As he sucked the rich nourishing blood, his power grew and I could feel my body boil and skin curl as wave after wave of pleasure rode me. Siön Baptiste wrapped his arms around me and one after another, he brought my body to orgasm, holding me against him as I writhed in his arms. I couldn’t think or speak, just scream in pleasure. I dug my nails into his arms as another wave of orgasms hit me. We both screamed as I sliced him and he swallowed me. He drew back, blood pouring from his mouth. I licked the blood from his lips as he kissed me, moving his tongue over mine.

  Releasing his hold on me, he pushed me above him. In place of his once dull lifeless eyes, there was now a shimmering sparkle of desire. His face, once bruised, now lay perfect beneath me.

  Smiling he drew me closer, holding my head to his chest. The sensual beat of his heart beckoned me. I kissed his chest through his bloody shirt and with one smooth motion ripped it from his body. I had no need to be reminded of the cruelty he’d experienced.

  I ran my fingers over his soft chest and the holes where he had been shot had completely closed. Only a few traces of blood remained, showing any lingering evidence of his injuries. Slowly circling my tongue across his chest, I licked any visible blood away. Two days ago, my actions would have revolted me but now the beast inside spurred me on.

  He groaned, "Samantha" as my tongue caressed his skin.

  I glided my tongue over his nipple, tugging on it gently, bringing it between my teeth. He cried out, snatching my shoulder, heaving me closer. My hunger for blood overcame me as I sank my now sharpened teeth into his nipple. Screaming he racked his nails down my arm as I swallowed his warm sweet blood. It flowed along my throat, sending warmth all the way through my body. My power flew over him, surrounding us both in bliss.

  I enjoyed using my power, the feeling of it flowing so freely through me. I concentrated my energy on his hips and groin. As if my mouth hovered over his long hard shaft, the power embraced him. He called out again as I continued to drain him. Our world swam in dizzying colors from pleasure that threatened to devour us both. We quivered relentlessly as our energy, still entwined, caressed and fondled one another. I yelled and he echoed my cries as we floated on wave after wave of ecstasy.

  I fell blissfully onto the bed, my hunger sated. Siön Baptiste folded his arms around me, tugging me gently under his shoulder. "I thought I’d lost you," he said, voice husky with desire.

  My tears fell, hitting him in the shoulder. "I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t stop them," I cried.

  Siön Baptiste brushed my hair out of my face. "My little storm, they could not kill me. Not after finding you could they ever tear me from this earth." He laughed.

  Sevastian walked into the room His eyebrows lifted at the s
ight before him. "You have fed well tonight." He smirked.

  Siön Baptiste sat up and rolled off the opposite side of the bed. Every wound had disappeared and he appeared to be in better shape than before the incident. "She has tasted my blood." He sighed, walking to my dresser.

  Sevastian laughed, a soothing melody over my skin. "I know. She is our little protégé." He chuckled again, walking towards Siön Baptiste. He slapped the man across the back. "You have also done as our father…" he paused, "As Nicholi wished."

  Siön Baptiste’s eyebrow rose as he smiled. Both men stared, eyes wide open. "What are you saying, Sevastian." He shook his head as his brother spoke quietly in French.

  I couldn’t make out a word they were saying but I knew I had to get a French book and start learning the language if they were going to use it against me. "Cut it out, the both of you. I don’t appreciate all the whispering and mumbling behind my back," I growled. "What did you do that Nicholi wanted?" I asked.

  Siön Baptiste walked over to me, taking my hands in his. "We were not talking behind your back, my sweet. We were very much right in front of you," he teased, eyes shining brightly. A light that hadn’t been there minutes ago now flamed in those gorgeous eyes.

  I sent my power over him but he only grinned. He had placed an impenetrable wall up around himself. I couldn’t pierce the lock he had in place but it didn’t hurt to try. "You have learned so much in such a short time," he confided. "But I have had years of practice, my sweet, and you will not break my guard."

  Turning to Sevastian, he asked, "What shall we do, brother?"

  "You cocky son of a…," I growled. "You feel a little better and already you’re giving me tude."

  Both men stared at me, amusement in their eyes. "Tude?" Sevastian asked.

  "Yes, attitude. I am tired and grouchy and can’t take your double talk anymore."

  "It is you who speaks double talk, my sweet. Tude?" he accused.

  A bright light entered my mind. Something or someone clawed desperately at my own wall. I attempted to mimic Siön Baptiste’s blockade, but the invading energy broke down my mental hedge, calling to me. I sent my power out beyond and saw a figure hunched over tied to a stake. Ty crumbled to the ground as a man stood over him, beating him.

  Ty looked to the sky, seeing my eyes. "Samantha!" he cried as his head slumped.

  The man beating him turned to me, eyes amber. "Adeem!" I screamed. "You will pay for this."

  He waved his hand in the air. He heard my voice in his head. For a brief moment, fear ran across his face, which soon turned to anger. "Samantha, you will be ours or you will die. Come to your love and face me."

  I fell off the bed screaming. Siön Baptiste and Sevastian rushed to my side, eyes wide with astonishment. They sniffed the air. "This can’t be." Sevastian paced the room. "We got there before they…" His words trailed off. "I didn’t smell this scent earlier. She has been marked." He twisted around quickly to face Siön Baptiste. "If she does not drift with this creature, she will die." He clenched his hands into fists.

  Siön Baptiste stood in front of me, peering down, hand held out to mine. "So it is true. You are infected with the Lycanthrope disease. I could not smell it in my weakened state." His eyes were emotionless as he dropped his hand to his side. "I thought I sensed it in your blood but passion clouded my judgment." He turned, walking to the wall. He punched the wall with such force it sent his fist straight through the drywall. "NO!" he screamed. "They will all die for this."

  "If they kill him, I will die too." I heard my voice but what I said seemed so far away.

  Siön Baptiste hit the wall once more, plunging his fist deeper into the drywall. "We must save him. I will not lose you Samantha or…" He knelt down on the floor, head leaning against the bed. "We have come too far to lose this battle, to lose you."

  Is that all he cared about, the battle? I thought to myself.

  Sevastian strode across the room, his leather pants making a soft creaking sound as he walked. Drawing my attention to his long legs and lean waist swaggering sexually, I hastily forced my gaze elsewhere. I knew he could feel my desire as red stained my cheek.

  He stopped dead in his tracks. "Can you connect with this creature?" He growled.

  I had no doubt I could find him again. He’d reached out to me to warn me. I needed to help him to help me. "Yes."

  Siön Baptiste stood and walked to the door, his hand resting on the frame, head bent. "We leave tonight." He paused before heading out the room, shutting it behind him.

  Sevastian turned to follow. "Please don’t go," I whispered, envisioning his hair draped over my skin as he made love to me. I shook my head, rubbing my hands against my arms. The smell of lilacs washed over us and we both shuddered. "What is happening to me? Please tell me who the Drackontz are?" He fell silent. I couldn’t even see him breathe.

  He faced me. The smell of leather and lilacs stroked my senses, causing my body to tighten.

  Without warning, we were transported into the garden. Leaning over me, his long silky hair flowed over my naked body. Tears fell from his face as he thrust his thick shaft into my wet tight sheath. My legs quivered from the pressure of his movement while he pushed my legs apart with his hips. His tongue probed my mouth as he plunged himself over and over. He slid his shaft out slowly, only to push within more urgently than before. I screamed at the exquisite pleasure his change of pace caused. He licked my lips as I groaned. He was hitting my core repeatedly, causing us both to cry out in pleasure. He pulled away from my mouth, looking down at me. His emerald green eyes a blaze of desire.

  "This is my dream you have entered," he whispered. "But it will never happen."

  We were back in the room, lilacs falling around us, disappearing into the floor. A cold wind flowed over us. Sevastian had tears rolling down his face. "We must find them and destroy them all." He turned away from me and walked from the room.

  I fell to the ground crying. My life was in shambles. Placing my hands over my face, I gave into the torrent of tears. If there was a God out there, I needed him now. I needed direction, knowledge, and power to defeat my enemies. Instead, hatred filled my lungs, my sobs. Hatred filled the hole in my heart, causing me to send my power searching for him. I found Adeem at the werewolf fortress. I followed the hallway down below the house where Ty was tied to a stake. Two werewolves surrounded him while he lay naked, swimming in his stench. "I am coming."

  He glanced up at the ceiling. "It is a trap." Then his head fell motionless. His mind spoke when his body could not. "Wait, we have time. Surprise will be your best ally," he whispered. "Do not come now, it is a full moon and they will be most powerful. You will find help at the Wolves Den. You have until the next moon." His voice faded as the connection dissipated.

  Trap or not, I either attempted to save him and live, or forget him and die anyway. Disgust and the need for revenge made me irrational, throwing caution to the wind. Only five hours until dusk, then we would move. I wanted them all dead.

  Chapter 29

  I took a quick shower returning to my bed. Crawling comfortably under the warm sheets, I sighed, thankful I was finally home. The bedroom door opened and then clicked shut. I pulled the shades close earlier and my room was dark. The person slipped into bed, sliding over, gently kissing and holding me in his arms. It was Trevor. I could smell him.

  "Sam, you should have never taken this job."

  Placing my hand in his, I managed a faint smile. "It was six figures, do you really think I could have resisted?" I laughed. "I am so sorry, Trevor. I had no idea it would lead to this."

  He slid his arm around my waist tugging me to him. "We can’t go tonight. We have to gather some troops."

  I struggled to pull away from him. "Did they send you in here to tell me?"

  He gathered me tightly in his long arms, strong from the new vampire blood coursing through his veins. "They thought it would be better coming from a friend."

  "Samantha, I only want what is best for you
…," he stopped. "We can be a family together forever."

  I grabbed his arm and squeezed. "Trevor, what are you trying to say?"

  I could feel his warm breath on my back, snuggling into my hair. "I want you to be mine." His hand slid up my arm and a cold chill ran down my back.

  I shot up out of bed. "What do you mean?" I stood glaring at him while his honey brown eyes pleaded with me. "You’re my friend, my brother."

  He sat up. "Samantha, you are beautiful and caring. I can make you my lover."

  "Trevor, snap out of it." I watched him, as his gaze grew dim.

  "Sam, I’m sorry, not sure what came over me. I had this desire to…" He shook his head and stood up. I could tell he was fighting against my power. Vampires had less control, and were attracted to power itself. I shut down and tried to block my power from saturating him.

  "I don’t know what happened." He turned away, sitting on the other side of the bed, leaning his head in his hands. "I know you slept with him." He got up and walked to the door.

  "Trevor, please," I croaked, tears running down my face.

  "You belong to Siön Baptiste. He made that very clear to us all. I’m afraid to lose you, sis." The venom in his voice stung my skin.

  "I don’t belong to anyone," I growled.

  "You slept with him, Sam. What do you think that means to him? He claimed you for his own and will fight to keep you. I am not willing to sit in the next room while you fuck everyone. I care for you too much to see you used like this" he snarled.