This time, the man did not even bother to flip her over. He lifted her head up and placed that cold, glinting knife against it. Laura's eyes flickered shut. She was no fool. She could feel the end when it knocked on her door. She couldn't help but to think how terrible of timing this was. It came just as she was getting to know someone she really liked, just when her agent was in the middle of a deal for a great, midtown apartment, just when she was really starting to get the hang of this whole, adulthood, thing...
A chocking sound forced its way out of her mouth as what could only be described as a deep stinging ache spread its way through her entire body and a thick red substance began to seep down her neck. Just when she was beginning to lose consciousness, she felt something rip him off of her back. Her head, no longer supported by her killer's rough touch, slammed against the asphalt for the last time and she began to lose consciousness...
Chapter 4
Laura's eyes flicked open and closed as she watched a tall, lean figure that could only be Roy slam his head into that of the man who had attacked her. He slipped the knife clear out of his hand and drove it into his heart without hesitation. The man staggered backwards before toppling over like a great redwood, his eyes open like a dead fish. In the next moment, Roy was by her side, but when Laura looked at him, she noticed something incredibly strange about his face. His eyes had turned from their usual brown into a deep red color, and there were four fangs clearly protruding from his mouth. Laura wanted to demand of him an explanation of what had taken so long for him to come to her rescue, and what the hell was wrong with his face, but she was quickly losing consciousness and even a simple question was too much for her to wrap her brain around.
He cradled her head in his arms and even through his paranormal appearance, she could convince herself that she was seeing some sort of semblance of concern. “There's so much blood.” He croaked, his eyes scanning her body.
“What... took... you...” she started, but her lungs gave out. Her jaw swung open as she struggled to recover her breath.
“I could kill him.” he growled, his hands curling into fists as he glared down at her.
“You already did....” Laura replied, but her words collapsed into a fit of coughed, blood and phlegm splattered everywhere.
“I am going to do something to you that will change your life forever.” Roy's voice had drastically changed, becoming much more calm and pensive.
Laura opened her mouth to demand some answers, but before she could say anything, he shushed her.
“I'm a vampire.” Roy confessed.
But Laura had already guessed that....
“And I'm gonna make you one too.” he continued in a voice that simply just could not be argued with.
Laura's eyes went wide and a gasped slipped out of her lips, but he sunk his teeth into her chest before she could utter so much as a gasp in protest.
Chapter 5
Laura's eyes flashed open to a four post bed and a mirror on the opposite wall, on in which she could not see her own reflection. She was lying in between 600 count Egyptian cotton sheets and a quilt embroidered with gold. The walls were painted red, interrupted only occasionally with a painting or two. To her right was the only window in the room, and through it, she could see the sky flashing crimson red as the sun began to set. She couldn't believe that an entire day had passed that she had been dead to the world. With a gasp, she had an urge to lunge for her phone, but when she checked the side table, the most natural place for it to be, it wasn't there. She sat back onto the ten pillows that held her propped up, and began sifting through her problem-solving brain to figure out what to do next.
She had only gotten through the process of remembering the mugging that had took her beyond the edge of her life before there was a knock on the door. “Yes?” she called, wincing at the croak that slipped out of her mouth.
The door opened to reveal Roy on the other side of it. He stepped inside of her room and made it to the bed. “Did I finally sleep at your house?” she asked, meaning for it to be a joke.
A look of confusion flashed across his face before he finally realized what she was talking about and managed a quick chuckle before sitting next to her on her the bed.
She shifted to the other side to give him room, but as she did that, her gown brushed against the wound on her chest, releasing a sharp pang. She looked down at it, seeing the holes the his fangs had left. Then the second part of that night came to mind. “Roy?” she asked, but when she looked up at him, she saw that he was already looking down at her, waiting for the inevitable question. “Did you bite me?” she asked.
He nodded solemnly.
She released a huff of breath, relaxing back onto the stack of pillows. “So, I'm a vampire now?” she asked, taking note of the fact that, aside from her many wounds and profound fatigue, she felt no different.
He shook his head. “The transformation isn't complete yet. I, as your maker, must plant my seed inside of you to make it complete.” he explained.
Laura sucked in a deep breath, panic setting in. “But, what if I don't want to be a vampire?” she demanded, her eyes prickling with tears.
At that, her door opened and another man entered. She turned, merely to see who this new person was, but found herself mesmerized by his beauty. The man was even taller than Roy and his every muscle looked as if it had been meticulously carved by Michelangelo himself. But even in his youthful stance, there was something about his eyes that made Laura believe he was much older than the both of them combined.
“If I don't complete what I have started, the little bit of venom that is keeping you alive right now will eventually start to eat away at you. I have to end your human existence.”
Laura nodded. This had to be up there on the list of worst things that could possibly happen to her, but when it was immortality, or death, who would really chose the former.
The second man sat on the other side of her, examining her wounds. She desperately tried to ignore the way his touch was making her feel, but was bitterly failing. “So, you said something about planting your seed?” she asked.
He nodded. “This is why we have never made love before.”
The other man had already begun to run his hands up and down her bare arms, raising goose bumps all over her body. “Because it could kill me?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Not with my venom inside of you.” he murmured as he planted a soft, sensual kiss on her shoulder.
Laura sucked in a breath that inflated her chest, lifting her breasts until they pressed against her thin, satin gown. “What should I do?” she asked.
At that, cupped her chin in his hand, gently turning her head so that she was facing him. The Michelangelo shifted so that he was sitting slightly behind her and began to massage her shoulders. He planted kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders, sending chills down her spine.
“He's going to keep biting you, just to make sure that your blood is full of venom..” he replied before pressing his lips against hers. She kissed him back, his simple touch igniting an explicable fire inside of her. She could almost feel her nipples slowly hardening as she leaned into him. He drew back, just when Laura thought she might devour him. “And you can just relax and enjoy.” he replied before thrusting his lips at hers one more time. She clutched his shoulders as his pressed his tongue into her mouth, igniting a pang of pleasure in between her legs.
He pulled back again, his perfect lips folding into a crooked smile just as he stood up on the bed, gently drawing her up onto her knees. As if compelled by some outer, divine force, Laura unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, his manhood flicking out, erect and hard. Her eyes went wide at the sheer size of it as Michelangelo unbuttoned her gown and slipped it off of her, leaving her kneeling there, naked. She took his member into her hand drawing her face towards it as Michelangelo snaked his hand around to her, penetrating her.
A low moan slipped from between Laura's lips as she dripped onto the sheets, her l
ips wrapping themselves around Roy's manhood. She sucked on it, filling it completely fill her mouth as Michelangelo bit her neck and shoulder, the pain igniting a pleasure in her in and of itself. As she continued to blow Roy, she could feel him biting her and sucking on her and fingering her all at once and it was almost too much for her to handle.
Roy cradled the back of her head with this hand, low moans slipping out of his lips as he drew her in and out. She clutched his legs as he drew her away from him, looking down at her. “Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded. “Born ready.”
He nodded at Michelangelo, who moved from behind her just as Laura lowered herself down on the sheets, but Roy shook his head, point to the side of the bed. “Stand over there.” he ordered.
Laura furrowed her brow, but did what she was told. As soon as she was standing on the side of the bed, Roy took his stance behind her and penetrated her. Her eyes flashed wide as he forced himself inside her farther than any man had ever managed to go. She bit her lips, clutching the sheets as Michelangelo began to kiss her, his tongue deep inside of her mouth. She sucked on the wet muscle as Roy repeatedly thrust himself into her, the pleasure seeping all the way down her legs. She couldn't believe how good it felt. A low moan slipped out of her lips as he clutched her waist, slamming himself into her over and over again until she found herself in the throws of orgasm after orgasm.
She could feel her entire body falling into that small space where Roy met Laura. It was as if that was the only part of her that existed, but, simultaneously, it seemed to stretch the entire planet. Her muscles tensed and relaxed all at the same time as ecstatic screams pressed out of her mouth. Michelangelo continued to bite her, drawing blood wherever his teeth touched her until she felt something truly change inside of her.
Her heart began to pound, banging against her chest like a crow bar into a piece of dry wall. Her blood ran cold, the icy liquid filling her veins and seeming to ossify everything it touch. She could feel herself growing lightheaded as her mind struggled to reawaken itself. The wounds on her forehead and neck itched as they healed, her skin glistening brand new. Then, finally, just when Laura thought she might feint from pure ecstasy, a full set of fanged forged their way from her gum line.
With one final gasp, Roy ejaculated into her.
The two of them collapsed onto the bed while Michelangelo draped his robe back on. “I'll give you a moment.” he replied as he left the room.
“Man, if I thought you'd be that good...” he started.
“You would have changed me earlier?” she asked.
He just laughed at that, taking her hand in his.
“So... does this mean you won't be mysterious anymore?” she asked, resting her head on his chest.
He nodded. “No more secrets.”
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