Page 58 of The Vampire’s Prey

The house she pulls into is massive. This has to belong to a fanger. There’s no other explanation. She leans out the window to fiddle at the boxy contraption at the front of the gate. The code seems like a complicated series of swipes, presses, and scans before she’s finally allowed in. Too sophisticated for me to hack at that moment. That, and I’d be stupid to attempt this at night when he’s at his strongest. Better to try in the daytime.

Determination fills me as I drive away from the mansion and towards Evangeline's apartment. With any luck, she’ll be there and be more than delighted to see me. I shift in my chair as I think about the type of greeting I would like to have from her. Gripping the steering wheel, I force those thoughts out of my mind. Soon enough, we’ll be married, and I’ll have her every way I can think of.

Unfortunately, this too is fruitless. I even use our secret knock, and no one answers. Anger settles deep into my gut. She has to be with him: that god-forsaken blood sucker. I'll kill him with my bare hands! Rage floods through me as I bang my fists against the door, roaring out my displeasure. Evangeline won’t escape this unscathed either. She will pay dearly with her body when I get a hold of her.

I drive away, curse words spilling from my lips. Scrolling through my phone, I put on some heavy classic rock. That usually helps my mood a great deal. However, nothing seems to calm me down tonight. How can she do this? How can she betray The Family. Betray me? Didn't I take extra care to show her kindness, grooming her to be my wife.

What was all of this for if she was going to just hand herself over to a monster. I seethe for a moment, anger still rolling through me. Maybe she is his prisoner! I smack my forehead. Of course! That's the only explanation. She wouldn't betray me like that. She's a good girl. Soon to be a doting, perfect wife.

A large grin crosses my face as the anger leaches from my body. That’s it. My poor, beautiful Evangeline is not tainted. And so help me God if that fanger puts a finger on her.

The hotel is a quick drive from Evangeline's apartment. Definitely not as nice as I was hoping, but all the budget is going towards Evangeline's apartment. Besides, it's not like The Family knew where I was going. I had to find Evangeline myself, make sure she was okay before letting them know what I suspect is going on.

Good thing I didn't tell anyone. Father would have already yanked her back home and begun the debriefing process. I shiver as I slide my key inside the panel. For her sake, I hope she’s still untainted. Most of our family haven’t survived the debriefing process. At least not in a way that would allow them to go back out and hunt. They were lucky to be conscious and somewhat aware.

I amble about the room, quickly getting ready for bed. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, and I need all my wits about me. I change into my pjs and brush my teeth in record time. Kneeling beside the bed, I fold my hands and offer up a prayer. Not only for me but for The Family, my future wife, and our household full of children. Evangeline will make such a beautiful mother.

Unbidden, her image pops into my head, her breast heavy and large with milk, her hips full, her stomach round and distended. I twitch and grow hard just thinking about her full of my seed and answering my every need and want. Oh god, yes. She will be a beautiful wife and mother. I have no problem keeping her pregnant and safe while I hunt all the evil in the world. And when my children are old enough, they too will learn to hunt as we do.

Finishing up the prayer, I climb into bed. My cock aches and throbs as I continued to think about her bucking wildly underneath me. Will she fight and struggle? God, I hope so. I tuck my hands under my head and look up at the ceiling. My needs are going to have to wait. I want my next ejaculation to be inside of my bride. The longer I wait, the more potent I will become, ensuring her pregnancy at our first breeding.

Groaning, I lift the sheets off of me and slide down my pants. My balls are drawn up tightly and aching. Ever since I decided to propose to Evangeline after this mission, I’d been forgoing pleasuring myself, trying to save everything up for her. Even Janice, that poor whore, has been neglected. I've tainted my body enough with her sinful flesh. It’s time to purify, so our children will come out pure and blameless. I grab my balls and massage them gently. Groaning, I try ignoring the precum beading up on my head and sliding down my shaft. This was what sacrifice is: putting my needs and wants aside for the better good.

Father always taught that sperm spilled in vain was an abomination to God. That’s why I never wear a condom with Janice, even though I told her I had. Of course, I make a big production of sliding it on and fucking her a few times with it, but every time we would inevitably change position, I'd slide it right off. That dumb cunt didn't even feel the difference. No doubt she'd had so many cocks in her, she was numb from the clit down.

This is not helping me sleep. My anger begins creeping back up. If only Evangeline was here right now, I wouldn't have to deal with this. Even if she is a prisoner, she'll still pay for making me suffer like this. A few smacks and a hard fuck should set her straight as to who the master and commander of her body is.

Every step to the bathroom makes me ache even more. Grumbling, I turn on the shower. How long has it been since I’ve taken a cold shower? My teenage years? I shouldn't have to put up with this right now. The ice water pelts my skin, sending shivers up and down my spine.

If this bitch manages to make me sick, she’s going to get more than a few smacks. My muscles twitch and bunch under the cold assault, demanding blood be diverted elsewhere. It takes forever, but my cock finally starts wilting. The pressure in my balls eased up to where I can finally contemplate sleeping. Gently, I massage them, coaxing them to drop back down. It’s agony not to stroke myself and just be done with. Evangeline had better be grateful for all of these sacrifices I’m making for her.

* * *

My sleep is fitful, full of horrible and lustful dreams. It feels like I barely closed my eyes before sunlight is already streaming through my windows. Leaping out of bed, I throw on my clothes for the day and make my way downstairs for complimentary breakfast. The coffee is passable, but not like Mother's. In fact, one of the main driving factors of finishing up this job for Evangeline, besides marrying her, of course, is getting back to that good cooking of Mother's. I never did understand why they made Evangeline a hunter when she should have left that to the men and concentrated on learning to keep house.

I shake my head as I choke down a dry biscuit. It isn’t my place to question Father, but I sure won’t follow in his footsteps. Any female children we have will be at home learning to be a good, Christian wife. No question about it.

I zip over to the mansion, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon in surveillance. Every now and then, Maria leaves, but there isn’t any sign of Evangeline. This further confirms that she’s being held prisoner. No way she would stay cooped up in a house while the monster slept. My heart calms down just a touch. Until this moment, I convinced myself that she was off fucking this thing instead of staying pure for me. If he forced himself onto her, I could convince myself that she wasn't at fault. It would be hard but doable.

After Maria leaves again, I make my way over to the panel. It’s like a nerd’s wet dream. Rubbing my hands together, I hunch down and really inspect it. Every so often, I let my gaze wander to the windows, trying to discern if there’s any movement from inside. Nothing. Bringing my attention back to the box, I peer at it, trying to figure out how to hack into it.

Not only is there a keycode, there’s fingerprint identification and some sort of key swiping method. I tamp down the niggle of envy that creeps into me. Of course, something this evil would want to keep everything out. Sneering at the security system, I kick at the post, groaning at the impact jarring my leg. I’ll have to think of another way to get in. As good as I am, this is a little beyond me.

Tapping my fingers to my mouth, I think about possibly killing Maria. That would solve a lot of my problems. However, I haven’t had time to experiment with using a severed finger to open a security system. As nice as that thought is, I don’t want to go into this thing half cocked. I need a plan. Shaking my head, I go back to the hotel room to rest and get some lunch.

* * *

Lunch is just as much a disappointment; however, I’m not here for the food. At this point, I’m basically buying time until it’s nightfall. I head back to my room and pace a bit before going through my gear. I take time to dismantle, clean, and put together all my guns before moving onto the stakes. Each piece of wood is smooth and gleaming. I press my finger against the tip of each one, making sure they are sharp. Holy water is accounted for, and cloves of garlic are safe in their sealed backs.

Before heading back to the mansion, I do one last check. If she is holed up with a vampire, I have to be prepared. Looking through my makeshift kit, I count the stakes, the cloves of garlic, and make sure I still have my crucifixes in place. Everything is in order. Now, I can hunt! I slip my bag over my shoulder and head out to the car. The drive goes by like it’s nothing. The mansion comes into view, and I pull my car over to the side to park.

My cock starts twitching again, but this time, it’s the thrill of hunting down this murderous bastard that does it. A throbbing ache builds at the base as I close my eyes and envision driving my stake through his heart.

Looking back down at my watch, it’s at least a good hour and a half after sunset. If anyone’s going to be stirring, now is the perfect time. I’m just about to get out of my car when the gates began to whir open. Finally! From my observations, Maria already left for the day. The only ones in there are Evangeline and her captor. As the car eases out, I lift up my night goggles to see who was inside. It’s definitely Evangeline. I let them lead for a bit before following after, keeping my lights off, so they don’t notice me. They take me on a winding path out of the city. Nervousness creeps in a bit the further away we go. Is he planning on killing her?

They stop up ahead, and I pull into a small alcove a bit back. Keeping my binoculars trained on them, I watch them make their way into an outcropping of rocks. I give it about three minutes or so before following them. It’s agonizing to move so silently, but I don’t want to alert the fanger to my presence. The moon is full, and it bathes the entire area in a pure, white light. I’m able to observe them with my regular binoculars, and finally, I’m able to see the beautiful, creamy color of her skin, even paler in the moonlight. I ease my way even closer, making sure I stay downwind. The closer I get, the more confused I become. What’s he going to do to her?

He speaks in low, murmured tones, so I can’t actually hear what he’s saying, but Evangeline moves the instant he speaks. Less than a month, and he already has her trained. Looking back through my binoculars, I peer at her eyes, relieved for a moment to see that her contacts are in. On the heels of that, I’m disheartened because she’s choosing to obey him. There’s no question that he’s a vampire. He moves with a grace that his frame can’t naturally carry off. Every now and then, he smiles, showing off a hint of fang. So she knows for a fact that he’s a fanger. There’s no mistaking it. Why is she listening to him then? What’s her motivation?