Chapter Six
Adonis
Leaving is hard. If I could spend the rest of my life in bed with her, I would be a happy man. Unfortunately, right now, I can't. The one rule of our clan is that we always check in. Since the council outed us, it’s open season on us. I need to make it home before daylight. While it doesn’t kill me, it does weaken me.
I can't get her out of my head. Our bond has been strengthened now that I’ve tasted her. There is a ribbon that has interwoven our souls. Tonight, we connected on the deepest level, intertwining the ribbon and making us one.
I want to explain to her what is happening, but that can wait for another day. Right now, we can just bask in our happiness.
Cassius
Ripping through the countryside, I am a one-man wrecking machine. My body count is astronomical. The police always think they’re looking for humans when investigating homicides. They fail to take into account that vampires are the most lethal of any species.
The man I have by the throat right now was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He is no match for my brutal strength. Looking into his eyes, I enthrall him. I bite into him, swallowing his blood. The copper tang delights my senses. I take my fill, and he starts to sag. His thoughts are pure. For all intents and purposes, this is a stand-up guy. Oh, wait. He has a daughter. The thoughts don’t really matter much to me; it’s just a curse that I have to deal with—hearing their inner thoughts. Before I kill him, I whisper, “After I kill you, I'm going to fuck your daughter and wear her intestines as a necklace.” Then, I plunge my hand into his chest, and a silent echo of a scream comes out of his mouth. Taking his heart in my hand, feeling it beat, makes me elated. Yanking on it, the crunch of the tubes fills me ears—and then that glorious pop when it finally comes free. Pulling it out from the hole I made in his chest, I throw it, hearing the squishy plop it makes when it hits the ground. All the blood pouring out makes it look like a horror scene in a movie.
I rip a chunk out of his neck where my fang marks were. Chewing on the neck fat, greasy globules drip down my face. I throw him down by a trash can—he’s nothing more than wasted trash now anyway.
This is my normal day. Killing for no reason other than to kill amuses me. People always think they’re safe. They don’t bother paying attention to the danger lurking all around them. That’s my invitation to swoop in. I get a thrill out of showing them their perfect life is all for nothing. Especially when a monster like me can tear it apart in minutes.
When I left my clan and struck out on my own, I knew I was headed toward my brother. As much as I'm sure he will deny it, we have a kinship. We are brothers, after all. Although we chose different paths once we were turned, we’re still family. So, I'm headed back to Salem to see Adonis.
I’m quite enjoying taking one body at a time while on my journey. They don't deserve to live—not really. They prance around, living their mundane lives day after day, not focusing on the danger around them. It’s their pure stupidity that gets them killed.
I find new prey each night. It's so easy. Do I need to kill every night? No. I just want to. I want to eradicate as many helpless humans as I can. I take my fill of blood from them, then snatch their life force away.
I’m especially enjoying the kills now that I’m on Adonis's turf. I will wrack up the body count just to irritate the fuck out of him. Then, I’ll drop them on his doorstep as a coming home present.
Adonis
I've heard chatter about an increase in deaths. Not your run-of-the-mill shootings, either. No, these are torturous kills that only something with superhuman strength can execute. That only means one thing: Cassius is in town.
I don't trust him, so I put my clan on high alert. There are two vamps older than me, so I’m not worried about them, but the rest of the vamps are babies—all under 500 years old. There’s a plan in place if they leave the loft. No one is to go out alone. Cassius is old, but he isn't invincible.
Pierre and one of our baby vamps, Vincent, drop me off at Nila's house that evening. I can feel my anxiety dissipate just from seeing her. She melts in my arms and brushes her lips across mine. “What is it?” she asks.
“Can we talk?”
“Of course.”
“I need you to promise me that you won't extend any more invitations into your home for any other vampires, no matter who they are.”
“Um, okay. But, why?”
“Not all vampires are good. Actually, most are not good. They kill for no reason.” Here I am, the pot calling the kettle black. “I just need to know you are safe.”
“Okay. I won't allow any in. Has something happened?”
“My brother is in town. He has racked up bodies across the country. He’s a vicious psychopath.”
I watch her visibly shiver. I wrap my arms around her. It will destroy me if anything happens to her. She holds me tight, and I kiss her on the top of her head, trying to give her some sense of solace.
“Can I ask you something? You said the universe put a spell on me. What did you mean?”
I look at her. Well, here goes nothing.
“I don't want to scare you away. I don't know how it is for you, but for me, when I first saw you, I knew I needed to be with you. It was like a light lit up inside me. I knew, right away, that a story I'd heard my whole life was actually true.” I pause to let her take in my words. She smiles, encouraging me to go on. “You are my twin flame.”
She looks confused. “Is that like a soulmate?”
“Kind of. It's a deeper bond than that. Your twin flame is essentially the other half of your soul. They make you feel complete—they’re a mirror of yourself, soul-wise, as if you were cut from the same cloth . I feel whole when we’re together, but when we are apart, I feel the loss deep in my soul. I hope this doesn't scare you off.” There, I put it out there. The ball is in her court.
“It makes sense now. I couldn't figure out why I felt so drawn to you. I mean, besides being physically attracted to you. I felt the connection right away, though. It’s like, when I'm around you, I feel whole, but if I'm away, a piece of me is missing.” She climbs on my lap and snuggles in, resting her head on my shoulder. My fangs fill my mouth, showing up because of the strong emotions swirling inside of me. She looks up and sees them. Shakily, she moves my lips so she can fully see them. I hold still, allowing her to explore them. Then, she pulls her hair up exposing the back of her neck.
I lick the back of her neck and sink my fangs into her virgin flesh. Her blood is my ambrosia. It is hard to take myself away but I don't want to drain her, so I tear myself away. Licking the wound so it will congeal, I look into her eyes and see the love there. I never thought anyone could ever accept me.
I pick her up and carry her into the bedroom.
Nila
So, Adonis is my twin flame, or soulmate, or just my perfect man. Whatever it is, I've never been so happy in my life. He carries me into the bedroom, and we quickly get rid of our clothes. His body is beautiful. With that pale skin, he looks like he is chiseled from stone.
I push him down on the bed and slide down, taking his dick in my mouth. He catches his breath as I lightly run my teeth up the base of his erection. I slide just the tip of my tongue up the underside, so light he can barely feel it—it's mostly just the sensation of my breath. I can sense his cock twitching. Once I reach the head, I slide my lips over it, just the head, sucking it in, swirling my tongue around it. I hear his breath catch as I suck a little harder. Taking the head in my mouth, I slide the shaft in slowly in while I start to suction with my tongue. In and out, I bob my head, taking his dick all the way in until it touches the back of my throat. I feel his body tense, so I go faster until he has his release. I taste him as his dick twitches, releasing his cum into my mouth. I finish swallowing and release him with a pop. Climbing back up, I rub my pussy on him. Using my hand to help, I feel him getting hard again.
“You are so goddamn amazing,” he murmurs.
“I'm not done yet.” I smile.
His erection is back. I climb on him, impaling his dick. I start rocking back and forth as he grabs my hips and matches my thrusts. The sounds he’s making are sexy as fuck. Meanwhile, I'm moaning and calling out for deities.
He takes his thumb and starts rubbing my clit as I continue bouncing on his dick. I lose control, screaming out his name. He holds onto me, flipping me onto my back, then thrusts deep inside of me—my pussy is swollen from the orgasm. He speeds up, then he finishes. “Fuck!” he grunts out.
We lie together, completely spent. “You are so perfect,” he says. It’s muffled from his face still in the pillow.
“Are you talking to me or the pillow?” I tease.
“Oh, definitely the pillow.” He tickles me.
I giggle and hear a honk. It must be his ride. I almost laugh at the thought of him having a curfew. I understand, though.
“I'll call you later.” He kisses me and grabs his clothes to leave.
“Goodnight, my sexy man,” I say as I'm drifting off.