A Vampire's Thirst_Grey

by Bella Roccaforte

  The sound of the elevator door opening momentarily snaps Grey out of his dark thoughts. He goes to the door opening it before William can knock.

  William is taken aback when the door opens, “Professor Hart.” He grasps his chest, “I really hate when you do that.”

  “Sorry, William. I’m just eager to get started on some work, and I need my bags.” Grey apologizes, but his eyes are focused on the black bag carrying his blood.

  “I understand.” William rolls the cart into the foyer of the suite and unloads the bags. “Would you like me to put them in the bedroom?”

  “No.” Grey snaps, immediately feeling remorse for his behavior. “I’m so sorry. It was a long drive.”

  “Not a problem Professor Hart,” William says placing the bags on the floor quickly. William backs slowly toward the door rolling the cart with a sense of fear running through him.

  Grey feels terrible, William is one of the good guys, he never asks questions and has been a bellman here for forty years.

  “William, again I apologize.” Grey hands him a folded up hundred dollar bill.

  “No need for apologies professor Hart, thank you.” William hesitantly takes the cash. “Let me know if you need anything.”

  “Will do,” Grey says with a heavy sense of remorse, that is quickly replaced by the need to get to his food.

  The door clicks closed, and Grey frantically digs into his bag of blood. He pours it into one of the wine glasses at the wet bar. He tries to sip the thick liquid slowly but gulps it down.

  It’s cold, lifeless running down his throat and nausea threatens at the edge of his control. He looks at the glass as though it has wronged him.

  “Ugh, this is rubbish.” He checks the bag of blood to see when it was collected. It’s only a few days old, typically fine for his enjoyment and satiating his hunger. But today, it just won’t do.

  The doorbell rings and Grey stomps to the door swinging it open, “What?”

  Grey’s eyes devour the young woman in a maid’s uniform, her beating heart rings in his ears, it’s all he can hear.

  “I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, Mr. Hart, but the room has not been stocked.” She looks down at the floor as she speaks to him.

  “What fool didn’t have the room ready?” He half bellows and then checks himself. “I’m so sorry, it was a very long drive, I don’t know what’s come over me. Please come in…” He checks her name tag. “Julia.”

  Julia’s gaze remains down-turned as she enters the room with her cart. “Again, I apologize Mr. Hart.”

  Something dark and dangerous in Grey takes over, and more than just his hunger for blood is stirring. Her feminine scent arouses parts of him that he’s had control of for centuries. But he needs her. He wants her. He’s going to take her.

  She begins to unload beverages and snacks from the cart and glances up at him getting lost in his good looks. Her pheromones go wild, and the scent of warm pussy fills Grey’s senses.

  Grey takes the snacks from her hands setting them on the counter. “Call me Grey.”

  She stills, gazing into his eyes. “Yes, sir.” She’s lost in them, a clear blue that she could swim in for days.

  Grey wraps his arms around her, sniffing her hair, “I said call me Grey.”

  “Yes Grey,” She says reveling in the strength of his embrace as he runs his lips close to her neck.

  Grey can smell her arousal matches his own. His cock springs to life, he has to have her, but he must ask permission, “Julia,” He says in a sultry voice, careful not to use his power of persuasion.

  “Yes.” It comes out on a baited whisper.

  “I want you.” He growls in her ear.

  She looks up at him through hooded lashes, her fingers digging into his solid biceps. “I want you too.”

  Grey runs his hands down her back until they’re firmly planted on her ass. He hikes her up, and she wraps her legs around him. He carries her to the couch and sets her down pushing her dress up catching sight of her thigh high stockings his eyes flick to hers, “Naughty girl.”

  Her cheeks flush red as her answer, she runs her fingers through his hair and pulls his lips to hers.

  Her warmth against him drives him wild with more desire than he can handle. His tongue dances in her mouth and his fingers travel to her most sensitive parts. He pushes her panties aside and feels the moisture at her core. His fingers slide effortlessly inside her, and she moans with pleasure.

  “Grey.” She sputters, and he stops for a moment.

  “Is this okay? Would you like me to continue?” He’s trying to remain in control of his desire, but can’t. He needs her to say yes.

  “Yes, please don’t stop.” She begs throwing her head back with pleasure.

  He continues working his fingers inside her and runs his tongue along her neck, her jugular taunting him pumping blood hot and wild. He wants to sink his fangs into her and drink, satiate his parched throat. He holds back, just nibbling and teasing, but unsure how long he’ll be able to control his thirst.

  He slides her dress down to the floor, dragging his lips across her breasts. It’s been so long since he’s felt the warmth of a human and he loses himself in the feeling. He teases her hardened nipples rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. He works his way down between her thighs, teasing and taunting.

  Julia releases an uneven gasp in ecstasy with a primal moan, “Oh God.”

  The sound of her femoral artery pounding in Grey’s ears is deafening. He needs to drink from her in all ways, his tongue dances and plays on her thigh before he flicks a glance up between her legs exposing his fangs. “May I?’

  Julia nods and lets out a breathy “Yes. Drink from me.”

  His fangs pierce effortlessly through her supple skin. Warm, thick liquid fills his mouth with an incredible sensation of pleasure. He drinks from her, while his fingers still work inside her finding the sensitive bundle of nerves. The walls of her pussy contract around his fingers signaling her first orgasm ripping screams of pleasure from her core.

  Grey’s cock demands attention, he stands dropping his pants to the ground and lifts her up taking her to the bedroom. Grey hovers over her, ready to plunge into her. The sweet taste of her blood still burning hot in his mouth, he licks the fingers that were inside her. He glares at her with undeniable lust as he licks the last of her essence from his finger, “Delicious.”

  She pants and bites her lower lip as she tries to recover from her climax.

  Grey lifts her ass to meet him, her soft warm, walls surround his rock hard cock, he takes a moment to savor the sensation.

  Julia lets out a low growl, “Fuck me.”

  “I intend to.” Grey responds moving in and out of her, “Tell me how you like it.”

  “Hard, fast, just fuck me.” She grits out, begging him for more.

  He flips her over on the bed propping her ass in the air. He leans down and flicks his tongue over her already swollen clit. She rewards him with another squeal of pleasure.

  He strokes her wet pussy with his fingers before sliding his shaft inside her again. He thrusts deep into her while rolling her clit with his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure. “You like that?” He growls wanting to fuck her harder.

  “Yes, oh God yes. More, give me more.” She shrieks whipping her head around wildly.

  The sheets ball up in her gripping fingers. Julia’s trying to hold on, her climax comes hard and fast. Her movements are out of control, her toes curl as Grey releases inside her. She rattles off a string of expletives unable to control her convulsions or her voice.

  Julia lowers herself face down on the bed barely able to catch her breath.

  Grey wipes the sweat from his brow and slaps her playfully on the ass, “Again?”

  Julia rolls over pinning him with a lustful yearning, “Yes.”

  He climbs up moving his tongue up her form. He tangles his hands in her hair, moving her head to explode her jugular, “May I, again?”


  Julia threads her hands behind Grey’s neck, digs her nails in and raises her hips rubbing her clit against his cock, “You give me that, and you can have whatever you want.”

  Grey sinks his fangs into her vein and plunges his cock into her welcoming cleft. Julia reacts with a wild growl, “Fuck yes.”

  He pounds her hole as she continues to respond to him, her walls convulsing around him, her blood flowing into his mouth.

  “Whoa!” Angus appears in the room, yelling out. “Grey, you need to stop.”

  Grey ignores the annoying red-headed Brownie continuing to drink from Julia. He feels her life force ebbing, and he wants all of it.

  “She’s going to die!” Angus’ voice reaches an upper register as he takes the risk of trying to pull Grey off of her.

  Grey shakes Angus’’ hands from his shoulders and pauses for a moment, his mouth agape staring at Julia. He scrambles off of her, instantly disgusted with himself.

  Her skin is pale as she moves lethargically turning her head to look him in the eye, “Take what you need.”

  Grey quickly scoots backward on the bed. Reality sinking in at how close he was too draining her completely. He drags his fingers through his hair shaking his head, “Shit.”

  “Shit is right.” Angus appears beside the bed holding a glass of orange juice and a bag of snacks from Julia’s cart. He urges Julia to sit up, “Here you go lass, drink, you’ll feel better.”

  Julia sluggishly sits up taking a drink from the glass. After a few sips, she pulls the sheets up to her neck. “What happened?”

  Angus releases a nervous laugh, “You two got a little carried away, but all is well. Eat this and take a rest, you’ll be fine in a bit.” His Irish brogue goes a long way to soothe her immediate panic.

  Grey turns back toward, “Sorry, love, it’s been awhile.”

  Her eyes gloss over with lust, “It’s okay, I enjoyed every minute of it.”

  Angus places the bag of snacks in Julia’s lap and the juice on the bedside table. He turns to Grey, ticking his head toward the living room of the suite. “A moment?”

  Grey turns back to Julia, “I’ll be back shortly.”

  He leaves for the living room, finds his trousers and pulls them up leaving the belt undone. Regret and satisfaction battle inside him for dominance. He wants more, he needs more, but his conscience is creeping in.

  “What the hell were you thinking?” Angus asks him wide-eyed.

  “I don’t know…” Grey stammers pacing the floor.

  “You were sent here to stop this kind of madness, not be part of it.” Angus takes a risky stance with the ancient vampire. But his anger at the prospect of yet another clean up is ruling. “I finally get rid of Charles, in hopes of keeping The Directive out of here just to have you coming down here and making it worse?”

  Angus shakes his head wringing his hands, “A hotel maid? Have you gone mad?”

  “I’m sorry Angus, I-I-I don’t know what’s come over me.” Grey searches his memory for some kind of trigger, anything that made him lose his control.

  “I’ve known you a long time, never have I seen you like this. When did you start feeding from live donors again? You’ve been off that for ages!” Angus scolds.

  “Today.” Grey breathes the words, a flash of the memory of his last live feeding shoots through his mind.

  “Well, you picked a fine day to fall off the wagon.” Angus plops down hard in the chair exasperated. “What are you going to do?”

  “She won’t remember, I’ll see to that.” Grey glances toward the bedroom door.

  “You’d better, and be in a hurry, we’ve got work to do.” Angus checks his watch. “I know where Michael is now, but as soon as the sun sets, he’ll be on the move.”

  “Michael?” Grey questions.

  “The reason you’re here? Another one of Charles’ bastard children?” He pulls his lips to the side, “Vampires...I need a new line of work.”

  “Oh yes, Michael. So sorry.” Grey struggles to shed the confusion of his Thirst pulsing inside him. He can hear Julia’s blood flowing stronger in her veins, and he wants it. Another sound in the hallway draws his attention right before the doorbell to the suite rings.

  “Bloody hell.” Angus looks at the door with a mask of alarm.

  “I got it.” Grey goes to the door. “Can I help you?”

  “Professor Hart.” An older woman with a scowl is standing in the hallway. Her expression immediately lightens at seeing Grey’s bare chest. Her eyebrow quirks involuntarily.

  “Yes.” He says trying not to sound impatient.

  “Is everything to your satisfaction?” She asks.

  A lewd smile dances on his lips, “Yes, everything is wonderful.”

  “Excellent, I did, however, want to apologize for the suite not being fully stocked when you arrived.” Her eyes drag down his body.

  “It’s quite alright,” Grey’s steps back into the suite, “It’s all taken care of now.”

  “Wonderful,” She turns from the door and stops, “Oh, also, have you seen Julia since this morning? She’s not answering her pages.”

  “Yes actually.” Grey’s mind races at what to say, how to keep Julia from being reprimanded. He sets his stance in the doorway. “As it would happen there were several things out of order in the suite, Julia has been here correcting the issues.”

  “Oh really?” The woman says full of concern.

  Grey waves his hand to persuade her thoughts, “She’s a wonderful asset to your staff. She should be recognized for her excellence.”

  “Of course Professor Hart. I will be sure to note her file. I’m glad she has been able to take care of the ‘issues’.” She says.

  “Yes, and thank you.” He looks deeply into her eyes, “Now, continue about your business.”

  “I’ll be continuing about my business.” She walks toward the elevator with a slight spring in her step.

  Grey closes the door and releases a strained breath. Angus has a look of admiration, “When did you learn to do that?”

  “Do what?” Grey asks going to the bar to pour himself a scotch.

  “The whole ‘continue about your business’ bit.” Angus bellies up to the bar expectantly.

  “I’ve always been able to do it, I prefer not to.” Grey looks toward the bedroom door nervously. He can hear Julia’s heart pumping stronger again, almost back to normal.

  “Do you also have the power to make her forget?” Angus asks.

  “Thankfully, yes.”

  Chapter Three

  Grey grips the arms of the chair as Julia puts the last of the used towels on her cart. He watches, listening to the sound of her blood flowing through her. He wants more, needs more.

  Angus positions himself between Grey and Julia, knowing that Grey’s about to lose it again. “Thank ya, lass. We appreciate you.”

  “It’s my pleasure.” She looks past Angus, “Again Professor Hart, I’m so sorry the room was not ready.”

  “Not to worry Julia. Thank you.” Grey fights the urge to get up. First to be a gentleman and open the door for her, second to taste her again, all of her. He breathes a sigh of relief when the door clicks closed.

  Angus spins around, “Okay, let’s get moving. It’s going to be dark soon, and Michael will be on the move.”

  Grey stills himself before getting up, “Yes, let’s get this over with. I would like to be home by Monday.”

  The thought of leaving sets something off inside him, it causes him pain. He must stay nearby. He’s always enjoyed Atlanta, but never enough to live here, only to visit. Yet he feels as though he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

  “Grey. Are you listening to me?” Angus snaps Grey out of his trance.

  “Yes, sorry. What?” He asks.

  “We’re going to the Bubblegum Factory,” Angus says.

  “Where’s that?” Grey recalls the name but has never been there. That’s not his type of place.

  “It’s down on Cheshire
Bridge Road, stripper’s row.” Angus delights in the thought of being in the seedier part of town.

  “Why?” Grey asks annoyed.

  “Strip clubs, perfect for vamps. They’re open twenty-four hours and no windows.” Angus nods once as though it was his very own idea.

  “Wonderful.” Grey stands straightening his suit. “Have you alerted the Atlanta Company?”

  “We haven’t had an issue like this in a long time. I’m not really sure, and aside from you, I prefer not to spend too much time with Vamps.” Angus says pulling collar a little higher on his neck.

  “I understand, I prefer to avoid my own kind.” Grey remarks heading for the door. “Let’s get this done and please find out if the Atlanta Company is prepared for a new ‘patient’. I really don’t want to bring this baby back to New York to train him. I’ve been down that road with Charles’ messes before.”

  Grey grips the steering wheel. Fever, desire and thirst pound at his control. So many delightful flavors fill the air. He needs to let loose. He needs to feed. The intoxicating scent from earlier still dances in the air, luring him to let loose.

  “You okay there?” Angus asks holding tight in his seat.

  “I’m fine.” Grey grinds out through his teeth. “Where is the closest feeding ground?”

  Angus is taken aback, “You just fed.”

  Grey growls at him, “Yes, and I will feed again soon, even if it's from you.”

  The blood drains from Angus' face, “Grey, you have to get hold of yourself. This isn’t like you.”

  Grey yanks at the steering wheel pulling into the parking lot of a strip club. He gets out of the car leaving it running and the door open.

  Angus sits stunned for a moment before grabbing the keys and going after Grey, “Hey, hold on. What are we doing here, this isn't the club Michael's at.”

  Grey doesn't answer, he pays his money at the door and stalks inside. He scans the room looking for the sweet scent that drew him here. It's something he's never sensed before. Delightful, intoxicating and he has to find it.