Passion And Fire (Passion #4) (33 page)

Still, staring down at myself I must have survived the accident. Ok, I was covered in blood but I was sitting here wasn’t I?

I turned to the paramedic again wondering why he wasn’t doing anything to me, checking my vitals, anything really other than sitting looking like he was completely off his face on a cocktail of drugs.

As I studied him I suddenly became aware of some steady rhythmic sound in the ambulance and a sweet smell. The noise I could hear sounded like a heartbeat but a really fucking loud heartbeat. Was it mine? I couldn’t see anything on me to amplify mine though. I reached up and placed a hand on my chest feeling for my heart beat but something was wrong. I patted myself down becoming more and more frantic as the first warning bells began to go off in my head. No, god no, he hadn’t, had he? Surely Damien hadn’t gone against my wishes and turned me vampire anyway.

As I was suddenly gripped with a panic unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life, I became aware of a growing need to feed. A desperate hunger, a burning in my throat and with a growl I leapt onto the man by my side, sinking my fangs into his neck.

When they popped through his vein and the sweet, sweet, oh so delicious blood flooded my mouth, I moaned. Oh my god but it was so good. Like a starving animal I fed, drinking and drinking, gulping eagerly. Every swallow of the warm, sweet blood was heaven running down my throat.

The man was starting to slump as I fed so I had to drag him closer but then suddenly the doors to the ambulance were flung open and a frantic male voice shouted out.

“Dammit Damien, wake up man, wake the fuck up!” He yelled and I reluctantly pulled my fangs from the man’s neck where he slumped over in front of me. “For fuck sakes if she’s killed him, Fabian’s going to kill the pair of you. DAMIEN, WAKE UP!”

I turned to face the angry young man and realised I knew him. It was Lucian and he was looking seriously pissed off.  He leapt into the back of the ambulance, slamming the doors behind him and reached out to take the young man’s wrist in his hand that I’d just fed from.

“You are fucking lucky, he’s not dead or you’d be dead. He’s going to need blood though, but it can’t be ours. We can’t risk accidently turning him.” He spun around and began to hunt through the ambulance until he found a bag of blood like they use when giving a transfusion. I looked at it feeling my rising excitement at the sight of its beautiful red goodness.

Lucian must have seen my expression because he frowned at me. “Get your eyes off the fucking blood bag. It’s for him to try and save him, not you. You’ve done enough and what the fuck have you done to Damien?”

“Nothing; I don’t know what’s wrong with him but I’m pissed with the bastard anyway. I told him not to do this to me. I didn’t want to be made vampire. He’s fucked up my life now and what the hell do I do? I can’t go home, I have no fucking home now and I have no fucking job. I’m dead because of him I’m fucking dead.” I choked back a sob and swiped angrily at the tears that threatened to fall. “Now, fuck me. I want to fuck someone.” I reached for him but he backed away.

“For fuck sakes Flame, you have to get it together and damn quickly too. You have to learn control, and get your hands off me. I’m not available any more. I love Arissa so find someone else to fuck. If my brother ever wakes, fuck him.” He snapped before setting up the blood bag and somehow running an intravenous line to the man’s arm.

“Are you a doctor or something?” I asked.

He actually laughed. “No I’m not but I’ve seen it done enough to blunder my way through it. I got lucky and found his vein; also trying to save the man’s life so I don’t have to watch you and my brother die, are great motivators to get it right.”

We both turned when we heard a groan and saw that Damien was stirring, his eyes opening. As I watched him, I felt rage sweep over me and when his gaze settled on mine and his expression filled with what I think was relief, I took a swing and punched him fair and square in the jaw. When his head snapped sideways and he let out a pained yelp, I laughed. Wow, so this vampire thing made me strong and that in turn made me wonder if I was still a telekinesis. I focused on a tray filled with bandages and began to try and throw them at him with my mind. It worked and one by one, I hit him with them. Once they were finished, I moved on, bringing a downpour of scissors, tweezers, needles and finally the oxygen tank down on him.

“For fuck sakes Flame, what the hell is wrong with you? If this is what you’re going to be like as a fucking vampire, I should have let you die.” He yelled, rubbing at his head from when the oxygen tank had glanced off his temple.

You do have a wild one there bro.” Lucian said. “You need to do something with her. She nearly killed the paramedic. I’m giving him blood now to try and save him. What the fuck was wrong with you?”

“I gave her too much blood I think. I felt faint and must have blacked out. Is this the only thing she had time to do?”

“Will you both stop talking about me like I’m not fucking here?” I yelled. “You.” I spat at Damien. “You fucking bastard. I begged you not to do this to me. I have nothing now.” My voice broke and I slumped, suddenly, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I can’t go home, I can’t go to work. I CAN’T FUCKING CONTROL MYSELF!” I cried. “I nearly killed him, that man and I feel so…so...fuck it, so out of fucking control. I want to fuck, but he won’t fuck me.” I spat, waving an arm at Lucian.

Damien’s face darkened. “If you want to fuck someone, fuck me.” He yelled.

“Oh for fuck sakes, shut the fuck up you two.” Lucian snapped. “This man is ok now, no thanks to you Flame. Now before our sire gets here and kills the fucking lot of us, get her the hell out of here and for fuck sakes Damien, do…not…let…her…escape. In fact, take her to the damned dungeon until we get back. I have to take the ambulance to the drop off point. Sirene’s fixing this fucking mess but we need the ambulance back so it can be returned to where it came from and she can do some reversing spell so the accident never happened.”

“So if she does that. How come we’re still going to be here and Flame’s stuck as vampire?”

“Yeah well Sirene’s good but when it became necessary to remove Flame from the area so you could turn her, it meant that although Sirene can take everything back to a point before the accident, she can no longer take you two back as well since you aren’t there. For that to work, you would have to still be at the accident site. Of course that wasn’t an option; you needed peace to change her with no risk of interruptions. Since you two were away from the scene when Sirene worked her magic you will remember all that happened but to the rest of the world, there was no accident.” He popped the doors open on the ambulance. Now get her the hell out of here. I need to get back to Fabian and Sirene. I want to be done so I can get back to Arissa. She and I need to hunt, so just go.” He waved his hands at us.

Damien stood and stepped out of the ambulance, turning back for me. “I have to take you inside babe. We can’t let you loose; you’re far too unstable right now.” His expression was apologetic.

I could barely look at him I was still so angry with him for turning me. Ok, it wasn’t that being vampire was so bad. I liked the strength I felt, the blood was good, but the all-consuming need to fuck was making me feel less and less like I was in control. I could fuck him but he’d turned me, he’d gone against my dying wish, and still turned me. I was too angry with him to fuck him. He didn’t seem to get my rage. I couldn’t go home to the house I’d shared with Chloe and Cassie because even I knew I’d probably end up killing them. I couldn’t go to work because being around that many people would test my control. There was too much blood on tap and working in the strip club put me on a short fuse at the best of times. To be there as a young, out of control vampire, well there was no way that would end well.  

Despite my burning anger, I allowed him to take me inside but he didn’t take me through the house, instead leading me off to another doorway. When we went through it, he took me downstairs to an area that was dimly lit and had a kind of medieval appearance, with stone walls. We passed doorways until he took me through another section to what looked like prison cells. Fuck, it was Fabian’s dungeon.

“I’m sorry babe, but I have to do this.” His expression was wary as if unsure how I was going to react. He had plenty of reason to worry about me, but despite my resentment towards him, I allowed him to lead me into one of the cells.

I stared around at the very basic accommodation with a bed and a bucket, which I assumed served as a toilet, not that I’d need that. There were shackles everywhere so who the hell knew what had gone on down here, in the past.

“I’ll go and bring you some bedding. I’m sorry babe, but I don’t know how long you’ll be here for.”

“Just fuck off Damien. You make me sick. I fucking hate you and I don’t want to see you. Piss off.” I snapped at him, my eyes filled with as much contempt for him as I could muster. I couldn’t seem to control my mouth and just wanted to be as hurtful and hateful to him as I could. I knew deep inside I didn’t mean it, but so much had happened and I felt like my whole life was totally out of control; that my life was over. I didn’t want this, I didn’t want him to turn me and he’d done it anyway, so he mustn’t care about me. He’d done this purely for himself.

I saw something pass over his face, some kind of emotion. Maybe pain, I wasn’t sure, but right now, I didn’t care. I wanted to make him pay. I wanted him to suffer for doing the very thing I’d begged him not to do to me.

He said nothing in response to my outburst, instead turning and walking from the cell, closing the door behind him and locking it before removing the key from the lock so I couldn’t let myself back out and hanging it on a hook a few metres from my cell. Of course, what he didn’t realise, is I could use my mind to get that key, but it took a bit of work as it wasn’t as easy as actually throwing things. Still, I wasn’t really looking to let myself out of the cell just yet.

Damien was about to head back upstairs when another man turned up and they spoke for a few moments. I stared at the other man, my tongue coming out to wet down my lips when I saw him. It was Adrian, the biological son of Fabian and Sirene.

When Damien left, Adrian came over to the bars of my cell and stood not speaking, just staring at me. I walked over to him, my eyes never leaving his. Fuck he was a stunning man and that desperate need to fuck came over me again. Could I get him to fuck me?

My eyes moved down him from the strange black and blonde streaked hair, the blue/grey and green eyes that were as pale and disturbingly intense to look into as his father’s. He was shirtless which was a surprise; simply wearing a leather vest that was open. He had an amazing physique too. His chest was broad, well-muscled and tapered down to a narrow waist. Every single abdominal muscle was clearly defined and he was hairless too. Obviously he shaved his chest.

He wore leather pants which fitted him to perfection, curving over an incredible tight ass and moulding strong thighs. I found my eyes drawn to his bulge and it looked impressive enough. Now I just needed the man to fuck me.

I raised my eyes to his again and I saw one eyebrow quirked up as he looked at me. “You shouldn’t be having those thoughts little bird.” He warned and I gaped at him. Could he read my mind?

“How could you possibly know what I’m thinking, and I’m not a fucking bird.” I snapped.

He laughed quietly. “You’re in a cage so that makes you a bird Flame. We keep birds in cages for their own protection and so we can keep them as pets. Sometimes we have to keep creatures in cages for the sake of others and I think you definitely fit into the second category.”

“I’m no bird, I’m a fucking vampire. I’m another one of you night loving, blood sucking vampires because your brother wouldn’t listen to me and let me die. I hate him; I will never forgive him for what he’s done to me.” I began to pace the cell. “I hate this need, this lust for the blood and I want to fuck, but I can’t fuck him. Fuck me, please fuck me.” I begged him.

“My brother will not be happy and I think there is something you need more than to be fucked right now little bird.” He moved to lift the key down off the hook and unlock my cell.

I stepped back when he entered, my eyes raking over him, excitement clawing at me. I wanted to launch myself on him but there was something about Adrian that commanded respect and so I held back, watching him.

He lunged, grabbing both my wrists in one of his large hands before pinning me up against the wall. My nostrils flared as I breathed in his scent, an intoxicating fragrance that hung around him.

He leaned his lower body against me and I could feel him hard, so hard against my stomach. “What do you want little bird? What do you think you want?”

“Fuck me.” I whispered, letting out a surprised gasp when he quickly flipped me and locked both wrists into a pair of cuffs above my head so I was tied with my back to him. He hitched my dress up and tugged my panties down my legs where I happily kicked them off.  I felt his large hands on my ass, smoothing his way over my soft skin.

I heard the sound of his zip and suddenly his cock was pressed up against my ass. He felt big, but I couldn’t tell if he was bigger than Damien. “Is this what you want?” He thrust it between my legs, brushing the head through my wet folds but not giving me what I wanted, not entering my aching, needy pussy.

“Please.” I gasped pushing my ass towards him, and he thrust forward again, this time letting the broad head of his cock enter me and I moaned. Now he was on the right track, if he would only go harder, deeper.