Page 32 of The Vampire’s Prey

"In that case, when will I be seeing you again?" Her breasts brush up against me as she squeezes past to pick up the clothes. Immodestly, my cock leaps up to attention.

"Down boy," she laughs, staring at my cock. Her tongue slides to lick her bottom lip. She has no idea what she is doing to me. It bobs at her attention, and she laughs again. "I thought this was a one and done. Am I that irresistible that you have to have me again?"

"Yes.”

My tone is dead serious. I need her to know that I actually do want her. She frowns. Not the reaction I am looking for.

"Look. I got to get home. I need to rest up before my shift."

As her delectable body wiggles into the borrowed clothes, I struggle to put my underwear back on. I foresee myself getting off several more times before the night is over. Once we are both dressed, I step outside the alcove first to make sure nothing that can’t be unseen is happening. Satisfied, I move to the side and let her by. Before she can get too far, I grab her wrist and pull her back into me. One more kiss before she leaves. Her lips are firm against mine, forbidding me entry. Softening, I brush my lips against hers. Teasing, coaxing. With a sigh, her lips part, and she melts against me.

"I will see you at work tomorrow."

Her large eyes blink up at me for a moment. "Yes, you will.” Her walls slam back into place, and I am, once again, shoved out.

As I watch her walk away, I feel the discomfort of her leaving. This is not right. Something has to be done. She is mine damnit. I give her a head start, keeping my distance as I stalk her through the upper part of the club. She makes her way to her car, and I remain firmly planted in the shadows.

As she pulls out, I can see the wet on her face. She is crying again. Damn it! I rage inside my head because there is absolutely nothing I can do about this. I detest being so helpless. My inner beast roars within me, demanding I take action, and yet, I stand there, simply watching as my woman drives away. Anger courses through me, and I slam my fist behind me into the brick exteriors in frustration. Small chips and flecks break off, covering my hand and landing on the ground. My body doesn’t register pain, only the impotent rage of being denied. Glancing back, I take stock of the damage, which appears to be minor. It shouldn’t be too noticeable, but if something ever comes up about it, I’m good for it.

It’s hard for me to keep such a distance between us as I follow her, but I allow her to pull up ahead. I cannot risk getting caught now. With my lights off, there’s no way she can see me in the dark, but I still hang back to avoid outside lights giving me away.

She takes me all over the city, through twists, turns, and small roads with no names. Where the hell does she even live? When her apartment finally comes into view, I am shocked that she actually lives a quick ten minutes away from the club. Then why all this song and dance? Why take nearly forty minutes? What the hell have I gotten myself into?

5

Evangeline

No one is following me. Good. Maybe I actually gave him the slip. That or he doesn't actually care about me enough to see that I'm home safe. Why would he? Despair flows through me as I unlock my door, taking one more peek around and finding no one. What exactly was I expecting? Him to force me to let him take care of me? Maybe. But now, I'll never know.

My whole body reeks of sex and him. His smell envelops me and teases my senses. Why in the world does he have to be so hot? Why do I want him so badly? Walking over to the nightstand, I flip open my phone, surprised to see so many text messages. Panic surges for a moment. Is The Family okay? Has something happened to them? It's not weird for them to go hunting and not check in for weeks at a time.

As I scroll through, my stomach flips. No. They're worried about me. One by one, I skim through all the messages. They are all the same but carry the same theme. Keep your faith, don't allow Satan to enter you, keep to our commandments. The only odd one out is from Simon. The two little words, miss you, flash out into the dark. Strange. He was already acting weird before I left, but to actually say he missed me? I have no idea how to even interpret it. Without responding, I delete the message. Heaven help him if Father saw it. He would consider it highly inappropriate.

Not unlike how I behaved today. Reaching back around, I rub my bottom through the ill-fitting shorts. The burn from earlier is now an almost-distant memory. But how delicious it felt. Clutching my hair in my hands, I close my eyes, trying to ease the onslaught as my mind wars with itself. How can something so bad and evil feel so good? Because you're a deviant. Father would beat you himself if he saw your display.

Falling down to the floor, sobs wrench from my throat. "Father, God, please forgive me! Cleanse me. Please! I can't. I just.” Panic grips me. It's becoming so hard to breathe. What did I do tonight? How did he seduce me so easily?

My steps are heavy as I make my way into the bathroom. Forcing my eyes wide, I slip my contacts out into their special case. Brown, sad eyes stare back at me as I look at my reflection, disgusted with what I see. With a loud cry, I punch the mirror as hard as I can. Pain explodes through my hand. Blood pours from my knuckles and into the sink. I don't even bother cleaning it up. Looking at my hand, I sigh as the pain helps me regain focus. If I am in agony, I cannot think about my seducer, tormentor, false god.

The freezing spray of water shocks my hand, but it needs to be cleaned out. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from crying out anymore. I deserve this. I earned this pain. Luckily for me, the pain is not a true reflection of the damage my hand suffers. Besides some cuts and bruising, nothing appears to be too badly out of place. Keeping my hand in the flowing stream of water, I stretch my body as far as I can and grab a rough, grey towel from my cabinet.

A few more minutes of water, and a thorough inspection for shards, and I wrap my hand tightly in the towel. I turn and rest my back against the wall and slide down. The pain is so immense. Almost unbearable. Is this what grief feels like? Not only am I mourning the one man to ever make me feel alive, I am also mourning my own loss of innocence. I am a changed and broken woman now. No good religious man will ever have me if they know.

A high-pitched ding interrupted my thoughts.

Status report.

Father. Fuck. Or Simon. Either way, not good. I'm not sure if I can deal with either of them tonight. I stare at the phone, praying for answers. It's like they have a sixth-sense about these things. Do they know? Could they know? Now I know I'm going crazy. The Family may have many powers, but to my knowledge, being psychic isn't one of them. If that were the case, there's so much more that I wouldn't have been able to get away with while growing up.

I'm waiting, young lady.

No update.

Guilt slams into me, but I don't know how else to tell him that I know about all the other vampires without giving myself away? He can always tell when I'm holding something back. If I tell him about what I saw tonight, he would press for all the details. I'm not ready for that yet. Truthfully, I still don't even know what completely happened. I look up in the direction of my contacts. Did they fail me somehow? No. That's insane. I resisted Adrian each time he compelled me. It's my own fault I'm in this mess.

Keep me updated.

Yes sir.