by Jacey Ward
Bridgette slammed on the brakes, hearing a loud thunk just before her car screeched to a halt. Her heart started beating out of her chest as she uttered a curse word and unsnapped her seatbelt.
“Oh my God, what was that?” she asked aloud.
She heard a thumping sound beneath her vehicle and nearly jumped out of her skin.
Did I hit something? she wondered.
She put her car in park and opened the door. She had just stepped out of her vehicle when something reached up from the ground and grabbed hold of her leg. She let out a yelp and glanced downward. Whatever was wrapped around her leg did not look like a human hand. It was furrowed and scaly, and looked as if it belonged to a giant lizard. Bridgette opened her mouth to scream, but then, with one superhumanly swift motion, the creature leapt out from beneath her car and grabbed her throat, stifling any sound that attempted to escape.
**
When Ava heard the knock at her door, she had no idea who it would be until she heard a familiar voice asking her to let him in.
Ava was surprised to see Chase. She didn’t think that he would be able to get away to see her again so soon.
“Chase,” she said, excitedly, “what are you doing here?”
She took in the sight of him, her eyes lingering on the breadth of his shoulders, and the firmness of his stomach in his tight shirt. Guiltily, she looked back up to his mesmerizing eyes, now getting lost in this new view of beauty.
“I just had to see you, Ava,” he said quietly as she opened the door and let him inside.
“Are you okay?” she asked, looking at him more closely. His eyes sparkled brilliantly in the light of her living room and drew in her gaze as if by some powerful, unseen magnetic force. He told her that he had gotten into an argument with his parents and had stormed out and came straight over to her place.
She had barely closed the door behind him when he took her into his arms, pulling her in close to him and kissing her deeply.
She moaned, surprised, but pleasantly so, and her lips willingly parted to invite his tongue inside. He groaned softly, their tongues intertwining and then he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom.
As Chase laid her down on her queen-sized bed, she started to slowly stroke his cock. She bit her lip as she watched the pleasure play across his face. He was so hard, and yet so soft, like layers of velvet stretched over hot titanium. As he growled low in his throat, she saw a tic develop in his hard jaw line from him trying to hold back his groans of pleasure. It made her feel powerful to control his pleasure like this.
Unsnapping her black lace bra, she freed her large, soft breasts from their satin prison and Chase reached up to massage them with his hands. She bent down to remove the rest of his clothes, then trailed kisses all the way down his chest, to his hard-ridged navel, until she reached her destination.
Taking the head of his manhood into her mouth, her moans were muffled by his girth. He looked down and watched as his length disappeared between her tight red lips and he let out a groan of pleasure.
“You’re so fucking amazing, Ava,” he hissed, as he continued to watch her head bobbing up and down.
He reached down and grabbed a handful of her fiery red locks as a deep growl escaped him. He couldn’t control himself. As it was, he was having a devil of a time not thrusting himself deep into her throat. The pleasure was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Her mouth was a haven for his cock, hot and closer to heaven than he’d ever been. He thought he couldn’t climb any higher until she paid special attention to the bundle of nerves just beneath the head of his member. He threw his head back, his body coiling into a tight spring, and then she sucked him deeply, groaning at the same time, the reverberations causing fireworks to go off behind his eyelids.
Ava took his length all the way into her mouth until she felt the tip in the back of her throat. Then she sucked even harder on the head until she felt his hips buck uncontrollably.
“Oh, God, Ava!” he whispered sharply. He suddenly grabbed her, pulling her back up his body, and burying his tongue deeply and forcefully in her mouth. He was at the end of his control, needing to be buried inside her body – hard.
Ava could feel her desire building, growing stronger and stronger with every twirl of his tongue and every touch of his palms. His fingertips slid down between her legs and entered her warm, wet slit, causing a moan of pleasure to escape her lips. When he also used his thumb to rub circles over her swollen clit, it caused her to catch her breath, her passion overriding her consciousness, her desire becoming the focal point of her existence. She squirmed, trying to drive his fingers deeper, needing the extra friction to take her to that place that only Chase seemed to be able to take her.
“Patience, gorgeous,” he murmured, looking deep into her eyes, enjoying the passion and heat he saw there, “I love seeing you like this. Let me enjoy it.”
He slowly trailed his lips down the side of her sensitive neck, licking and nipping as he went. The scent of her passion was making it hard for him to focus on where he wanted to go. He drew in his control, holding it tightly, not wanting to lose it when her neck and her blood were so fucking tempting to him.
He continued down towards her breasts, taking in their splendor, the heaviness of them, the blood red nipples beckoning to him. He enveloped one within his mouth, sucking it softly, slowly increasing his pressure until he felt her writhe on his hand, the muscles of her feminine channel clutching at his fingers, trying to draw him in deeper. He continued with his slow rhythm, impaling her in time to his sucks on her nipples. Then he gently bit down on one, at the same time stimulating her little bundle of nerves down below.
Ava screamed with pleasure, her whole body going taut. “Chase, god….I need you. Now,” she begged, “please!”
Finally, he pulled his fingers free, positioning himself at the entrance to her core. He raised his hips slightly, then plunged himself deeply into her. Ava cried out in pleasure, finally receiving the fullness she needed to climb to that highest peak.
Chase sped up his rhythm, squeezing her breast in his hands and then moving his hand down to grasp her left buttock, lifting her hip slightly to create an angle where his cock could sink even deeper into her, causing explosions to go off in her core. The earthquake of sensations she was feeling were increasing faster than she could process them, she was losing herself in the maelstrom, like she was flying apart and unable to grab onto anything. The ferocity of her feelings almost scared her.
Chase must have sensed her desperation, coming to her rescue at once.
“Ava, love, open your eyes,” he demanded in a deep voice. She did it at once, responding to the rough timbre of his voice. She looked deep into his eyes, becoming transfixed, seeing the bond that was growing between them. She became slightly more grounded, almost able to handle the fiery passion burning up her body threatening to splinter her apart.
“Chase….I need…,” she pled.
“I know,” he soothed. “You’re going to come when I tell you to, Ava. Do you understand?” he demanded roughly.
Her nipples hardened like small pebbles at the sound of the command in his voice. He slowly increased the speed of his thrusts, holding her hips at the angle that allowed his cock to hit that place deep inside with every plunge. The passion took her over again, but this time she didn’t feel lost, or like she was flying out of control. She felt Chase’s control and knew that he would be there with her for the explosion that was quickly coming. She saw his arm muscles strain, saw him clench his jaw tightly, never breaking the eye contact between them. Then he reached down and circled her clit between his fingertips, and the tidal wave of sensations became too much.
“Now, Ava. Come with me now,” he demanded.
The heavens collided as her passion exploded, the tremors shocking her with their intensity. She cried out, not knowing if she could handle the depth of her emotions, then saw Chase throw his head back, the tendons in his neck standing out, the growl being ri
pped from him as his climax approached with hers.
His head tipped forward again, their eyes meeting. The sight of him, though, caused another strong tremor to engulf her, her core clenching hard. His eyes were blood red, his fangs showing, long and sharp. He had never looked so powerful, so beautiful, as he continued hitting her depths with more thrusts, drawing out their climaxes to an almost painful bliss.
**
When the tremors had finally subsided from them both, Ava lay cradled in his arms. He kissed her cheek softly.
She couldn’t help thinking about how Chase’s eyes had changed and his fangs had sprung forth in the midst of his climax. And how strange it felt to be lying on his chest, but unable to hear any heartbeat. Yet she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so comfortable and safe. Closing her eyes, she exhaled contentedly, wishing she could lie there in his arms forever.
Chase glanced down at her shoulder as he caressed her smooth, soft skin. Brushing her soft mane of red hair away from her neck, he noticed a tiny little raised area of skin just below her hairline. Curiously, he ran the tip of his fingers across it, causing Ava to shudder slightly, from his touch.
“What is that?” he asked her in a soft, gentle voice.
“It’s just a birthmark. I’ve had it since I was a baby,” she replied.
Chase raised his head up from the pillow and craned his neck to get a better look at it.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered. “You know, it almost looks like a-”
“…number six.” Ava joined in, knowing what he was going to say. Since she couldn’t see the birthmark herself, she rarely thought of it, but her friend in kindergarten had often made fun of the way the mark looked like a number six.
A wave of realization washed over Chase, like a tsunami, tearing apart his world. He stiffened and pulled back from her, trying to get a better look at the birthmark.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, pulling the covers up around her exposed breasts and sitting up next to Chase. She looked at him questioningly.
“We have to go, now!” he said sternly, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and reaching for his pants.
“What is it, Chase? What’s going on?” Ava persisted, starting to get anxious now.
Chase picked her dress up off the floor and placed it on the bed beside her before snatching his shirt up and hurriedly pulling it over his head.
“We’ll go to my place,” he continued. “We’ll be safer there.”
“Safe from what, Chase? Tell me what’s going on!” She pulled her thin, yellow dress over head and then got up off of the bed.
“Ava, I think it’s you. I think you’re the Sacred Sixth—the one the Necromorus demon needs to complete the portal ritual! And if I’m right, it’s gonna come for you after it claims its fifth and final virgin!”
The stricken look on his face was unnerving to Ava. A feeling of dread began to build inside of her and she started trembling. Chase noticed her fear and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him.
“Don’t panic, Ava. I won’t let anything happen to you – I promise,” he assured her, kissing her tenderly on the forehead.
**
They had just finished dressing and were heading outside to Chase’s car when a low, rumbling snarl filled the quiet air around them.
Ava froze in her tracks, suddenly overcome with fear. She started shaking and the bag she was carrying dropped out of her hand and onto the cement walkway.
All of a sudden, a huge, looming figure in a long, dark hooded cloak leapt out from behind the row of bushes beside Ava’s house. Chase reacted quickly. His vampire senses kicked in and he immediately jumped in between Ava and the creature.
“Ava, get to the car, now!” Chase shouted as he grabbed hold of the cloaked figure.
Ava’s brain was telling her legs to run, but her limbs just weren’t reacting. She could hardly believe what she was witnessing and her heart felt like it was about leap out of her throat.
“Ava, GO!” Chase and the cloaked creature fell to the ground, each trying to get the upper hand as they wrestled for top spot.
Finally, Ava’s legs began to respond. She made a dash for Chase’s car, running as fast as her legs would go. Finally making it to the car, she climbed into the passenger seat and quickly slammed the door. She looked back out through the rear window and saw Chase and the creature rolling around on the ground, still fighting.
The demon was at least a foot-and-a-half taller than Chase, who was over six feet tall himself. Though Chase’s supernatural vampire strength was more potent than any mortal male’s, it was no match for that of the Necromorus. Chase rolled over on top of the creature and landed a forceful blow to its scaly, greenish face. The creature grinned evilly, revealing its thick, long yellow fangs and then swiftly rolled on top of Chase and gouged his face with its large clawed hands. Chase yelled out in pain and the creature laughed in his face.
Chase knew he had to get to his car and get Ava to the safety of his house. With all of his might, he threw the demon off of him, flinging it into the wide tree trunk near the edge of the yard. Seeing his chance to flee, he raced over to the car.
He climbed in the driver’s seat and Ava grabbed him, hugging him tightly as tears of panic streamed down her face.
I’ve got to get her out of here, he thought to himself.
He started the car up and but just before he could drive off, the Necromorus jumped up on the hood of the car. Ava screamed in terror. Chase hit the gas and pulled off into the street. The demon held onto the hood of the vehicle and began to beat on the windshield, trying to break through it and grab Ava.
“You motherfucker!” Chase shouted angrily as he turned the steering wheel sharply in an attempt to knock the creature off the hood.
Screams of horror were coming out of Ava’s mouth as she stared into the bulbous, blood red eyes of the demon. The hood had flown off its hairless head during the struggle, and the greenish, rutted skin of its face was in full view. Two bulky, solid yellow horns protruded from either side of the demon’s roundish head and it stared at her with an evil-looking, malevolent grin, running its forked green tongue across the windshield.
Ava felt like she was in a real-life horror movie. She wanted to close her eyes and turn away from the horrid sight in front of her, but she was frozen.
“Hold on, Ava!” Chase shouted out as he did another swerving maneuver, rounding a corner sharply. The demon was persistent, however, and though its grip slipped for a split second, it quickly steadied itself on the hood.
Ava’s body was thrown into the passenger door and she reached out to grab hold of the dashboard. Chase slammed his foot on the gas pedal and began rapidly picking up speed, heading toward Lexus.
The creature started pounding on the windshield with superhuman force and the glass began to crack. Noticing this, Ava’s screams became even more frantic.
“Shit!” Chased cursed, trying again to maneuver the vehicle in a way that would cause the demon to fall off the hood. His efforts were futile, however, and the creature’s powerful blows broke through the plated glass of the windshield, shattering it into millions of pieces. In a supernatural display of extraordinary speed, the creature reached into the vehicle and snagged Ava, disappearing with her instantly.
“No!” Chase yelled out with desperation, slamming on the brakes. “Ava!!”
Chapter Twelve: The Ritual
Ava awakened to a sulfuric odor filling her nostrils. She opened her eyes and realized that she was tied completely naked to some kind of strange metal contraption. The only light in the room came from a blazing fire in a stone fireplace in the far corner, and a solitary candle that was sitting on a table on the opposite side of the room. Her heart was racing and her entire body was shaking uncontrollably.
She whimpered in fear as she looked around the room and gasped in shock when she saw the lifeless, blood-drained body of a young girl. Ava knew her name was Bridgette Mansfield because she us
ed to babysit her back when they were younger. Beginning to cry, with tears streaming down her face in thin salty streams, Ava knew that this was the end.
“I see you’ve finally awakened, Sacred Sixth,” a female voice said from behind Ava. “Ava Hartzman, born on 6/6 at exactly 6:00 a.m.”
A tall, slender woman with long locks of thick dark hair came out from behind the metal contraption and walked up to Ava. She was dressed in a long, silky, form-fitting black dress that accentuated her slim feminine figure and hung all the way down to the floor, covering her feet, almost like a black wedding dress.
Ava didn’t recognize the woman, but she noticed how elegant and beautiful she was, even in the dim light of the room. She appeared to be middle-aged, perhaps in her mid- to late forties. Ava wondered who the woman was and how she knew she was the Sacred Sixth.
The woman walked over to the table where the candle was and slowly lit five more long, red candles in a strange-looking six-part candelabrum, brightening up the large room. Gracefully, and with perfect poise, she sauntered over to Ava and stood directly in front of her.
The contraption that Ava was tied to held her fully exposed body in an upright position. Her arms were tied down on either side of her body and her feet were tied together at the bottom. The woman had a malicious-looking smile on her flawless, pale face and when she stretched her thin, darkly-glossed lips wider, two white fangs began to protrude from the sides of her mouth.
Ava’s eyes widened in shock as she immediately realized that the woman was vampire. Still, she had no clue who the strange vamp was. “Wh…who…are you?” Ava managed to stutter.
“Oh, how rude of me! I haven’t even introduced myself,” the woman stated sarcastically. “I am Katheryn Bradenton, mother of Azalea Bradenton, the future mate of Chase Veldassare.”
