“Thanks,” he managed as a response.
His blood pumping through him like water through a fire hose, Derek looked at his newfound companion and was immediately overcome by yet another effect of the drug. In an instant, with only a glance, the hinting of milky flesh accompanied by her well fitted garments caused his jeans to tighten as blood was diverted from his brain to other regions of his body.
Taking her cue, the woman whose name he had not yet asked took his hand and rising she pulled him towards the door. Thinking ahead, Derek snatched up the bottle of remaining whiskey before they departed.
Unlocking the door and swinging it wide, he allowed his guest to enter first. Looking past her, Derek was caught entirely off-guard as a ripple appeared to run through the walls of his home. Things here were not as he had left them. Something was wrong, his memory was not matching what he was seeing. At least, he didn’t think so.
Had he not the night before had to clean up a ghost-ravaged house? Had he not brought a bimbo from the bar home? He was certain he had built Jade a shrine, yet no evidence remained that the event had ever taken place.
Derek panicked for a moment. Was he losing it? There had been a lot of drinking, of that he was nearly certain. The room threatened to shrink around him, suffocate him, but something held it at bay. She turned and looked at him with questioning eyes. Eyes that reminded him of Jade.
Following her into the apartment he watched her ass sway as he grew completely rigid within his jeans. Already he felt like an animal contained only by his humanity. The coke within his blood made him more, made him better. How he had not discovered it in the past was a terrible tragedy. Now that he had it though, he was going to find the strength to move forward. First however, he had to repay her for such an enlightening gift. Right now he could do anything.
* * * * *
Jade watched as Derek finally strolled in, this time bringing a red headed slut with him. Apparently she should simply expect a new slut each night. Fabulous. She had been basically ordered to keep an eye on him, to protect him but once again she was left to wonder just who would protect him from her.
She glanced first at the woman. At least this one wasn't dressed like a two bit whore. In fact, she appeared almost... elegant. Rather strange attire for a woman willing to participate in a one-night stand.
With a mental shrug, Jade simply disregarded the woman and focused in on Derek. Something about him seemed off. He seemed a little confused as he looked around the house, but he seemed to shake it off rather quickly, his attention being drawn back to the woman's ass.
As Jade took another look, she couldn't prevent the little stab of jealousy that surged through her. This woman was everything Jade herself had not been. Jade had always been athletically built, a little on the smaller side, and in her opinion too flat chested. She had boobs, technically, but she barely filled a B cup. On the plus side, she'd never had to deal with a weight problem, her metabolism allowed her to eat whatever she pleased.
Now though, as she looked at the stunningly curvy, perfect example of femininity standing in front of her, she thought she might trade the need to diet for a body like that. Especially when she saw Derek's response to those curves.
Not only was he already hard, incredibly hard if the straining zipper was any indication, but he had his hands all over every inch of flesh this woman possessed. He was grabbing, squeezing, kissing, licking... anything he could get his hands on.
She could actually feel the pure animal lust pulsing off of him in waves. Was that because as a spirit she was more in tune with those types of things, or was it because he'd never responded to her like that?
In a movement Jade found both shocking and arousing as hell, Derek grabbed the redhead's generous ass, lifted her up, and slammed her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist, tearing a little moan from his throat. Jade could almost feel the vibrations of that sound moving through her.
She knew, in that moment, that she hated this woman. She absolutely, unequivocally, hated her. When Derek growled, thrusting his hips against the girl, Jade thought for just a second that he was going to fuck her right there in the hallway.
Jade pressed back against the wall, wanting to look away. Not to offer privacy, but to save her own heart. She couldn't. Instead, she just stood there watching the scene play out before her.
When he finally pulled back, carrying the woman, still entwined around him like a vine, into the bedroom and tossing her onto the bed, Jade cried out.
That was her bed... their bed, and he defiled it with some redheaded slut! The blonde last night was bad enough, but this was...
Unforgivable.
The rush of emotion brought with it physical manifestations she still hadn't quite gotten control of. She felt the rush of wind swirling around her, blowing through the bedroom, stirring the drapes, the bedding, even their clothes.
Jade watched, expecting one or both of them to at least glance around, to acknowledge her, but they were too engrossed in each other. Derek stripped off his pants and boxers, not even bothering to remove his socks. He gripped the woman's skirt, pushing it fast and hard up to her hips, making her laugh, a deep throaty sound, at his haste.
Of course she hadn't worn underwear. Jade hissed, the wind in the room kicking up another notch.
At the rush of air, the woman at least glanced around the room, though she didn't care enough to ask about the source of the airflow. Derek... well, he was too damn focused on the tramp lying beneath him.
With the redhead sitting up, he ripped open her shirt, pulling her bra down so he could suck and bite at her nipples. As the woman groaned out her pleasure, Jade felt an answering sigh escape her. Again, she was stuck here watching and wishing.
He pulled back only long enough to grab a condom from the nightstand, slipping it on before settling back against her. Before he could slide inside her, the redhead rolled him, pressing him back against the mattress as she rose to her knees, straddling his length. She teased and twisted until Derek threw his head back in frustration.
That was all Jade could handle. She had to get out of here, couldn't witness this. In the wake of the day she'd had, ranging from murder to her own funeral, she'd had enough. The small windstorm tearing through the room was testament to that. Just as she started to turn and leave, the redheaded bitch riding her man, glanced back at Jade. Directly at Jade. As if she could see her. Then, she smiled... revealing a set of fangs. Fangs that Jade had seen before. Fangs that had killed her.
If Jade had still been alive, the fear she felt would have stopped her heart.
A vampire. Derek was about to have sex with a fucking vampire. No... Derek was about to be killed by a vampire.
She couldn't let that happen! The wind stirred more, shaking the lamps on the nightstands, and still Derek remained oblivious. His head was back, his hips writhing, his hands gripping the woman's thighs like she was the answer to every prayer he hadn't thought to make.
As the woman looked back to Derek, her fangs growing even longer, she dipped forward, brushing her breasts across his chest as she aimed directly for his neck.
Jade dove.
Her body was on fire, every nerve ending felt like she was soaking in molten lava. Her breasts tingled, the tips pinched tight and aching. There was a ball of sensation curled tight within her belly. She could feel the moisture pooling between her legs as Derek thrust against her, his hard cock sliding between her folds, the head brushing against her throbbing clit. His hands dug into her hips, gripping with enough force to bruise. It felt... perfect.
When those strong fingers slid her body back down, lifting slightly until he was perfectly aligned with her wet opening, she actually felt a growl tear from her lips. Except it wasn't her voice.
On one long thrust, he entered her. The pleasure mixed with just a tinge of pain as she stretched to accommodate his thickness. A heady combination.
It was only that sensation, the pressure of his dick inside her, that was
enough of a shock to make her wonder what the hell had just happened.
She swung her head around, trying to figure out why she could feel this... she shouldn't feel anything.
Her breasts brushed against the hair on his chest, the slight rasp against the overly sensitized flesh causing her to gasp.
"Derek, omigod!"
His hips rose, fucking up into her harder than she could ever remember. His cock was hard, and long. She could actually feel it throbbing within her, her tissues were too sensitive, her nerves over stimulated.
How was she feeling this?
She sat upright, though her body was heavy, awkward, too much sensation after being a spirit. When her breasts throbbed again, Jade's hands flew to them, pinching the tips, squeezing the flesh, looking to ease the ache. An automatic response born of something akin to desperation. Breasts... full, round, the nipples large and so very tight.
And then she knew... Not her body. The redhead’s body.
Somehow, in her dive to save Derek she had landed in the vampire's body. Was that even possible?
Derek thrust again, and Jade didn't care. She would care later, would sort out the logistics later, she would even remember to ask Gunny... as soon as she came.
She gave herself over to the feelings ripping through her.
She could touch, she could feel, she could get the release that this body so desperately craved. Who was she kidding, she craved it too. She had since she'd seen Derek with the blonde last night, and again this morning with Nik.
Maybe dying in mid-orgasm really had made her into a nympho.
When Derek groaned, rolling her over again, onto her back, she gave up any pretense of thought.
The intensity of sensation rushing through her was stronger than she could ever remember it being. She experienced lust as never before, a need unlike anything she'd ever felt. It was violent in its strength, quite literally making her crazy.
He pressed his hands against the headboard, using it for leverage as he fucked her even harder, thrusting deeper and faster with every mind-numbing stroke. He moved one hand, grabbing and twisting one of her nipples. Pain tore through her, a scream ripped from her throat.
She felt this body start to tighten, her muscles gripping his cock like a fist, trying to hold him inside, but still he pulled back, then in...
He pinched her nipple between his nails, a burning sting, another rush of pain as wetness gushed between her legs. With the extra moisture, he slipped even deeper, the added pressure, the pain in her breasts, and that was it. She tipped over the edge, her little claws digging into his ass cheeks, feeling the flesh rend as she pulled, the orgasm rolled through her. Claws?
She smelled blood just as Derek roared, his muscles tightening as his release overtook him. When his head reared back, Jade felt an ache in her fangs. Fangs that longed to sink themselves into warm, giving flesh. Sex and blood... she could feel the need roiling inside her, worse than any mere sexual desire.
With the second pulse of his orgasm shooting inside her, the instinct took over, and Jade bit. The warm flesh around the fangs, the salty, coppery taste of blood...combined with Derek's cock spurting, Jade tumbled into another orgasm; her tight pussy milked every last drop of seed from him.
He collapsed against her, his body limp as she pulled the fangs out of his shoulder. Only then did it occur to her what she had just done.
Holy fuck! Did I just kill him?
No! No! It couldn't be. She hadn't actually drunk the blood, had she? No... she'd just bitten him. He had to be okay. He just had to.
She tapped on his shoulders, poking his back a little.
"Derek, baby... wake up."
He groaned, his body finally rousing, and Jade got her first suspicion that it hadn't been the bite that had knocked him out, just the pleasure. Thank Christ!
When Derek, pulled back and immediately rolled off of her, feet hitting the floor as he grabbed for his pants, she heaved in a breath of air.
Slowly, the fangs started to recede, the claws as well. She stood, taking a moment to straighten the skirt, pull up the bra, button the blouse before trying to speak to him again.
"Derek... Derek, look at me."
He glanced up at her, never quite meeting her eyes, before he looked away again. Did he look... off, somehow?
"Derek, it's me. Baby, it's Jade. Look at me, please."
* * * * *
He had traveled as fast as he was able and even now he doubted he would make the cemetery before sunrise. He had his answers from the good Father, though all of them were vague.
“Yes, it was possible. No, the Father had never witnessed such a thing. No, it was unlikely it would turn out well for anyone involved. It was best to end the situation before it could escalate, if it were even possible.”
That is what the old man had told him before the statue of Christ, and now he trundled on as fast as he could down the roads back to the cemetery, his every step accompanied by more light than the last.
* * * * *
He heard the words and gritting his teeth he ignored them. At least he tried. His face growing hotter by the second, an inferno lit within his gut that sought to consume him. How dare she? Who was she? How did she know about Jade? The characters asked a hundred questions to match his own.
Standing abruptly, his face afire, he turned to face the woman who dared insult his Jade. She might have a singular common attribute but she was no Jade, never would be either. There she stood facing him, a worried expression upon her face as she absently twisted her fingers in the necklace that hung from her too pale throat.
He looked to her eyes, a mask of pure innocence, as if she believed the foul lies she spewed. The rage rose up inside him and with a single step across the room he drew his hand back and lashed out in anger. Striking her full across the face with his open hand he watched as her head spun to absorb the force of the blow. She reached up to cup the injury with her hand, tears already coming to her eyes.
“You get the fuck out of my home. Jade's home,” he pointed towards the door, his muscles rigid from head to toe. “You are not Jade, not even a shadow, you could never be her or take her place you whore, now get out!”
Grabbing her shoulder he half dragged half shoved her from the apartment flinging her into the hall before slamming the door. What the fuck was going on? The whole world seemed to be in on some kind of grand scale twisted fucking joke. A joke aimed at him. A joke designed to break him, beat him, or defeat him for one reason or another. Now, however, he had found an exit, an escape, a way to deal with the increased perversion of his world.
Though he didn’t have any coke, he was certain that out of years of saved prescriptions he had previously refused to take, there must be something that would work. Stomping through the apartment to the bathroom, he flung the medicine cabinet wide. A horde of medications stood before him, and his characters began to chatter anxiously. Randomly choosing six bottles he returned to the kitchen and poured their entire contents into a bowl. Stirring the various shaped and colored pills around with his finger, he picked up a handful of the mixed pills with one hand, and the remaining Jack he had taken from the bar in the other.
Tilting his head back he poured the fistful of pills into his mouth, hoping he would be free of the pain at least for a while. Washing them down with the warm whiskey, he took the bottle with him to the couch to await their effects. Soon the world would release him from the pain so that he could live a happy life. Soon Jade’s angry spirit would move on so she too could be happy. Soon, he would forget.
* * * * *
Jade stood in the hallway outside the apartment, lost in a moment of shock. Derek had thrown her out. He'd kicked her out.
She caught sight of her reflection in the window at the end of the hallway. Blood red hair, a color that was violently unnatural, skin too pale, full lips turned cherry red from kisses, and eyes... well, the eyes might look a little like hers, but even they seemed wrong somehow.
She woul
dn't have believed herself had she been in Derek's shoes. She didn't really believe what had happened even now, even as she stared at a reflection that was hers, but not.
When she found that reflection primping, adjusting the skirt and hair, before smiling back at her, she almost panicked.
She never primped, never cared what she wore or really even how she looked. She showered so she was clean, but beyond that a braid or ponytail was usually sufficient. Glancing at her hands, she was surprised to see them still moving, tucking her shirt back into the skirt, without any conscious thought.
That was... creepy.
Shaking out her hands, she turned and headed down the stairs. How was this even possible? On the heels of that question came one driving thought. She had to find Gunny and find out what the hell had just happened. He seemed to have all the answers provided you had the right questions.
She bolted down the stairs, running full speed. Only when she reached the bottom, in less time than it should have taken her to run one single flight of stairs, did she think to question that speed. Could she somehow take the spirit plane jumping thing with her into another body? Yet another question for Gunny... she needed to start keeping a damn journal.
Jade stepped out onto the streets. It was still dark, in fact the darkest hours, right before dawn. And it was cold. Freezing, actually. It was odd, she could feel the cold, although she wasn't cold herself. She should be, dressed in such flimsy fabric with bare legs, yet... nothing.
Maybe she was merely numb.
Her mind started swirling, a weird laughter floated through her head, the sound almost ringing in her ears like a whisper. It wasn't her laugh, though she'd heard it before. It was the redhead’s laugh.
There was a person walking alone down the darkened street, probably heading for work.
Blood... hissed the voice. She felt the fangs in her mouth begin to lengthen, to throb. That driving instinct to bite started to swirl again, though this felt more like hunger than lust.
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