I do not feel sorry for her.
“Hey – you; yes, I’m talking to you, old man,” Tammy shouts at the guy hiding me. “Have you seen a chit with long brown hair run through here? Not too attractive, small build?”
I hear a chuckle come from the man sat in front of me. “I can honestly say I have not seen anyone fitting that description come through here.”
Frank shouts to Tammy to move it. “She must have gone the other way.”
I hear them leave the alley. I am starting to struggle with staying awake. The drugs must have kicked in.
∞ ∞ ∞
Waking with a start. I can hear a real commotion going on. I stiffen, thinking they must have changed their mind and have come back for another look. I feel so drowsy; my mind must be playing tricks on me, it has to be wishful thinking.
Then I realize I can hear Roger, “I know she is here, I can feel her presence.”
I try to call out, but my voice is hoarse. I feel a hand tapping my knee.
“You awake back there, wee one?” I tap his hand and he turns, whispering, “You were out for a couple of hours, I was beginning to worry. This guy has been here twice already, but I couldn’t let him near in case he is with the others you hid from.”
I smile to myself, how fortunate to stumble into this guy, whose name I do not even know yet. I try to sit up, but I am still too weak.
Tapping me on the leg again, Guy asks in a hushed tone, “Is he a good guy?”
“Roger, yes,” is all I manage to whisper.
I feel a draft, and then I hear my Good Samaritan calling out, “Roger, I think the wee one you are looking for is over here. Sorry for not telling you sooner; I had to be sure you were okay.”
I hear running footsteps and Good Guy takes a sharp intake of breath. I forgot how fast it looks like we are moving. I can feel Roger near me; our bond must have grown even more over the past couple of weeks. I come too slowly, I know I must be coming towards the end of the metamorphosis. I can feel I have changed. A familiar pair of hands gently settles on me, I know whom it is without having to see. I feel as light as air as I am lifted into Roger’s arms. I try to say something, but being here with Roger, I feel safe and tired again. I want to thank Good Guy, but sleep is tugging at me again and rapidly winning.
Chapter Eighteen
Iwake in my bed, safe, warm —, and hungry. Turning, I see Jack watching over me with a solemn face. “That wasn’t a dream, was it?”
“Unfortunately, not, Roger told me something was amiss. It took a while for him to convince me. I am so sorry, Angela. I took on Tammy, so the blame stops with me.” Jack shakes his head. “Tammy has been found and will be dealt with.”
"How –" Although in my mind I am screaming, you do not want to know.
Jack looks at me with a sad smile. “Tammy has been arrested and charged with kidnapping, in a human court. We have police officers and judges who know about us. They will make sure she pays for what she has done.” Sitting down and crossing his legs. “You do have something to thank her for.” Taking my hand in his, “It looks like the drugs she injected you with speed up the change. I would think you were dead to all of it. No nightmares?”
Sitting up, I think back to when I woke up. No, there were no nightmares. I suddenly remember Good Guy. “The guy who helped me, I do not even know his name. Is he okay? Please tell me Roger did not hurt him?” I am praying I have not been the cause of any harm coming to him.
“The guy’s name is Mac, and he is fine. We bought him in with us as we did not know what he may have seen.”
Swallowing loudly, I ask, “Did he see anything?”
“Yes, he did.”
I feel the color draining from my face and I break out in a sweat, my teeth pulling through. I need to concentrate. Keep my cool, control. “It is not his fault, I hid there. What will happen to him?”
“You have no need to worry. He was surprisingly open to us existing. He has accepted a job within Topline protection. He will be an asset, as he has had forces training, and has experience with protection details. We still have no idea why he was on the streets, but he checks out okay.”
Relaxing at that information, I creep back over to the bed and sit down. I had not even realized I had left the bed, let alone the fact I had pinned Jack to the wall. I need to get a grip.
I hear a knock on the door, and a young man walks in, all smiles for me. I smile back, a little bemused, and then it hits me. It is Mac.
Jumping off the bed, I fling my arms around him. “Thank you.” Feeling him stiffen, I take a step back. “Sorry, Mac, I did not mean to scare you.”
“I am pleased you are okay. I was happy to help. Looks like I will be seeing a bit more of you if you are okay with that. I will be on the security team protecting you.”
A smile a mile wide comes to my face, Mac relaxes letting his shoulders drop, and a breath he had been holding gently releases. I jump up and down on the spot, and I clap my hands like a child on her birthday. I know I can trust him. My circle of friends is growing by the day and I admit, it is a good feeling that I can at last trust people.
Chapter Nineteen
It has been twenty-four hours since I came home; I have had someone watching over me constantly. My place is full of people, and it is making me twitchy. So, I have retreated to my bedroom. Luckily for me, the only people allowed in my room are Jack and Roger. I am hungry. However, it is not solid food that I crave. I need some blood, but how to broach the subject is becoming increasingly hard. I find myself pacing the room when Jack comes in to see if I am okay. By the look on his face, he can see I am not, but I am too embarrassed to tell him why. I turn to find Jack in my face.
Grabbing my shoulders, he asks, “What is wrong with you?”
“I have passed this stage, I should be okay.”
The penny drops. “When did you last feed?”
“I cannot honestly remember.”
I feel him shaking me by the shoulders. “Tell me it was not with me!”
I look at the floor, as Jack turns storming out he slams the door behind him. I can hear him with Roger, warning him I have not fed. The apartment needs clearing now. The next sound I hear is the front door opening and closing. Then there is silence.
The bedroom door opens slowly. Jack enters, wearing nothing but those well-fitted jeans. His face has a scowl on it. “Come, here, Angela.” He leaves no room for argument.
I should be annoyed at the way he is speaking to me, but the way he looks, my teeth betray me and start to throb. Heat rushing through my body. I feel my cheeks color and a flush of wetness below. I sashay towards him, but before I can touch him, he barks an order, “Kneel on the floor.”
A flash of defiance crosses my face.
“Now, Angela.” I do not move, with a shake of his head he sighs, “Angela, you have turned, and then not fed for several days. When you feed this time, you may not be able to control yourself. Although I am fond of you, I am not willing to die for you.”
Standing there open-mouthed. I had not thought I might hurt someone. “What are you going to do?”
I notice something in Jack’s hand. Swallowing hard. He chuckles dangling the tie in front of me. “It will be fun, I promise.”
I am not sure I like this idea. The last time I found myself tied up was in the back of a car, only a short time ago.
Jack sees this on my face, and walks into the closet, coming out with a scarf. “How about; we try this instead Angel.”
I swallow hard. I know I trust Jack, so why not? I put my wrists in front of me and close my eyes. I feel Jack’s hands slide up my arms and around my back, pulling me to him for a kiss. “Not so quickly, Angel, no matter how long it has been. I still do not do quickies.”
I sigh, relax, and fall into the embrace he has offered.
It feels so right to be here that I forget all my worries. Not knowing for sure who I am. I try to put those thoughts aside and kiss Jack full on the lips, the moan comes from deep within him. It make
s me kiss him even harder. He pulls back, grinning, and showing me that he is as turned on as me, revealing his fangs.
So much has changed in so little time. I would have run away if he had shown me his ever-so-sharp teeth only a few weeks ago. Now I want to throw him on the bed, rip off his clothes and kiss him all over.
We stand toe-to-toe. Craning my neck, I slide my hands up his chest, feeling the smooth hard muscles undulate as I do, his heart beating in a slow easy rhythm. Feeling it skip a beat as I bring my mouth to his chest. I let my teeth slide and gently bite. The warm blood runs down my throat, the sweet taste of fine brandy hitting my tongue. I can feel it is pleasurable for him as his cock stands proudly to attention. I feed for a moment longer, all the while Jack tenderly holds me.
Slowly I feel a force guiding me to the bed. Sealing the puncture wound with my tongue, we gaze at each other.
Taking my hands in his. “It is time, my Angel. Do you trust me?”
I can only nod, my hunger growing, I am not just thinking of blood. I have no idea what is happening to me, my appetites have grown tenfold. My sight is better. I can see every sleek muscle on Jack’s sexy body, even though the lights are low. Cinnamon sent surrounds me, teasing my senses. I hear Roger outside, I need to push all thought of him out of my head, just for a short while. My taste buds have heightened, and I am looking forward to tasting that oh-so-sweet-blood Jack is offering to me. My body is alive, thrumming with strength. Speed and agility. I love it until now I had not realized how good life could possibly be.
I lie back on the bed and let Jack take my hand. He ties it to the bedpost with the scarf, taking my other hand in his, bending and kissing my palm. Working his way up to my wrist, he sinks his teeth in. Static shocks run through my body. Dampness rushes from within. I writhe with inpatients. I want to touch Jack, but my hand is secured to the bedpost. I cannot help myself moaning. Looking up at me with hooded eyes, he smiles, sealing the puncture wound on my wrist.
Gently he guides my hand to the headboard. He has tied me, so I can move my hands along to meet, but nothing else. I do a little tugging to see if I can escape. Jack sits with a cat-that-got-the-cream look on his face; tapping his chin with his fingers. “Now, what to do – Oh yes, first, lose the clothes.” A couple of swift moves, and what remains of my clothing hits the floor. “Hmm – I think we will start – let me see –” I feel the bed dip as Jack crawls up. I notice he has another scarf in his hand. He waves it in front of me. “Shall we make this a little more interesting, Angel?” Sitting back on his heels, he waits for my answer.
I lie there for a moment, my mind reeling at the thought of being at Jack’s total mercy. A part of me finds it exhilarating. Heart pounding with excitement, my hands become clammy. I nod, not trusting my voice to work. Jack shows me a little fang, I hear his breath slowly release and his shoulders relax. Then a jaw-dropping smile covers his face. He crawls between my legs, and ties the scarf around my eyes, making it into a blindfold. I cannot see anything.
My body jarring as Jack whispers in my ear. “You are going to love this, my sexy, wonderful Angel. Thank you for trusting me.” Fingers ghost across my body, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. I sigh, as he chuckles. “I haven’t even started yet.”
Audibly swallowing. Maybe I am a little out of my depth here. With the bed moving, he must be moving around, but to do what? I can feel the bed has dipped near to my knee, I can feel his breath heating my skin. As his tongue makes contact I buck. “Easy Angel. I would never hurt you. This is purely for pleasure, relax.” Hot wet kisses land on the inside my thigh. I try to relax, but he is nibbling his way up my inner thigh towards my groin.
Heated breath landing heavily on my skin. His mouth so near to my main artery. Is he going to feed on me? Feeling his tongue languidly lick all the way up to my clit. I shudder, such a wonderful sensation. I have never felt anything so erotic. Licking me again. Felling his tongue lapping is going to send me over the edge. “Hmm, you taste good.”
Feeling a graze of teeth, I am bucking my hips. I want more. Strong hands pin my legs down. The sensations running through my body are so intense, blood rushing my veins, I feel light-headed. Jack inserts a finger deep into my pussy, as I thrust upwards. I need more.
Opening my mouth, I let my fangs slide out.
Snapping my teeth, he chuckles, “All in good time, Angel.” He carries on with this torture for what feels like an eternity.
I can feel the pressure building. Starting in the pit of my stomach, heating, spreading throughout my body. Arms and legs tingling, I cannot move, frozen into place. Not able to move, my body a deadweight. Breathing in short shallow pants. Feeling his mouth cover my vagina as he works his magical tongue in and out, lavishly tasting, milking every drop I have to give, and then some.
“You are so ready, my Angel. You are beautiful.”
Distracted, I have no idea what he is doing. I hear Jack sucking on something, and his tongue enters me again. His tongue is like ice. Pushing as hard as the restraints will let me, I cannot stand this anymore.
“Please, Jack – I need you, all of you, filling me, completing me.”
His growl vibrates through my pussy. “You have no idea what you do to me.” Then with one swift move, his cock enters me hard-and-fast. Causing a sheer pleasure, and pain within my body, having him filling me. We fit together perfectly.
Slowly easing his cock out and sliding back in gently. Starting an easy rhythm, so in tune together. I need to see him. I struggle, trying to loosen the blindfold. Jack must think I wish to go faster. Sounding as if he is straining. “Slow down, Angel, or this will be over way too quickly.”
“Uncover my eyes, I want to see you.”
The scarf slowly slides away; blinking a couple of times, as the light invades my vision. I see Jack propped up over me, waiting. I nudge my pelvis up to meet him and smile.
With a grunt, he pushes into me again, determination set on his face. Such a beautiful face, I could almost fall in love with a face like his. I falter just for a split second, but Jack notices. There is sadness in his eyes, but he closes them and leans in for a kiss. This is like no other kiss we have ever had. Such passion, taking my breath away. Our tongues entwine together, our souls joining for this moment in time. Our teeth slide past each other in perfect synchronization. I could stay like this for an eternity. Jack pulls back and gently nuzzles the side of my cheek, offering his neck. Sliding my tongue up the side of Jack’s neck, feeling him shudder as he pushes his cock into me once more, filling me so completely.
We slowly set a rhythm, our bodies molding with perfect symmetry. My fangs aching with need. Sinking them slowly into Jack’s jugular, sucking deeply, the warm blood rushing down my throat filling me with warmth and comfort. Moaning against his neck, his erection surges within. Turning enough to allow Jack to slide his fangs into my neck.
Feeling blood leaving my body, when drinking is orgasmic. Feeling an unknown pressure building within me. I topple over the edge, screaming Jack’s name. I hear him shouting my name, bringing tears to my eyes.
I come to my senses a few moments later, to see Jack by my side, his chest heaving. My hands now free from the ties, I look him in the eyes. Faltering as I see the anguish has returned. “Is everything okay?”
He sits up, putting some distance between us. “I think we need to distance ourselves, Angel. These feelings are wonderful, but you are too young and too new to be getting yourself attached to me.”
I am not sure what he means but the empty feeling forming within me does not bode well. Jack must realize I am not sure what he is going on about, and sighs.
“You are starting to have feelings for me, Angel. I can read them forming within your mind. You are too new to recognize them. So, I have to be the one to put a stop to it.”
My hand flies up to my mouth, the penny dropping. I did think about love. A tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it away, but Jack has already seen it.
“Angel, believe me, I woul
d love to have said nothing and let this go in the direction it was heading. I could easily spend a couple of hundred years with you, but I need to be fair to you. I have a feeling fate will have made other plans for you. Plus, I know a certain were-bear would happily have my head for doing so.”
Giggling at that though lightens the mood a little.
Jack blows out a breath, getting up he walks around the bed, kneeling in front of me. Taking my hands within his, looking deeply into my eyes. “My Angel, I have had the greatest honor of being your partner during metamorphosis. But, you have made the transition, and now I must leave you with Archie for your training. I would love to be with you. However, this is not the right time for us to be together. A relationship between vampires is a serious matter. You are way too young, plus do not know our ways enough to make that commitment.” Leaning up he kisses me on the forehead, turns as if to leave the room.
Just as he reaches the door, he pauses. “Angel, please be careful. There are people out there who are not happy you have come home.”
I call after him, “Why do you call me Angel?”
Turning around he replies, “It is your given name.” Smiling, “And it suits you well.”
Turning he shuts the door behind him leaving me alone once again.
Chapter Twenty
Iknow I am not ready for anything serious, but a feeling of loss is still there. Hearing a faint knock on the door, as it opens, Roger strides open-armed. Getting up I run to him flinging myself into the offered embrace.
“Did he hurt you?”
Nuzzling into his chest “No, he was –”
Trying to think of the right words, but Roger beats me to it, “It is okay, I get it; as long as you are physically well.”
“I am not sure I will ever be okay again.” Pushing myself further into Roger’s arms and breathing in deeply. Home is all I can think of. “Will you stay with me tonight? Please?”
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