Demon Vampire (The Redgold Series) (53 page)

“I bet you will.” Lucretia scoffed.

Moira smiled and turned to Lucretia. “I hope he will.” She walked deeper into the dark alleyway with Orhn.

“You need to realize something.” Orhn began.

“Wait, first this.” Moira pulled at her long cotton dress. She ripped it, tearing it off at her mid thigh. “This should work.” Moira slipped the torn fabric down and wrapped it around Orhn's hips. She carefully tied it off at his right hip while staring unintentionally at his unmentionables.

“Why are you doing that?” Orhn asked innocently. He didn't care about being naked. He had lived over a hundred years at this point and modesty had long left him. Especially with Lucretia near him.

Moira got back up to her feet. “Well, I'm not used to having such a stud of a man naked before my eyes. So forgive me if I'm a bit embarrassed.”

“Fair enough.” Orhn looked down at the make-shift loin cloth Moira had made him. “Not bad, I think I might actually be wearing more than Lucretia right about now.”

Moira laughed. “Thanks for lightening the mood. I've been scared to death ever since those nuts had captured me and roped me to that pole. Until you came along, I thought I was going to die. Thank you Orhn.” Moira hugged Orhn tightly, with her chest pressing against his.

Orhn embraced Moira in return. He was supposed to be telling her she was a vampire. Their conversation had taken a friendlier route. Orhn knew he needed to tell Moira what she was, but for the moment, the feeling of her skin against his was irreplaceable. He wanted it to last a little while longer, just to enjoy it for what it was.

“What's wrong?” Moira asked, forcing Orhn's reply.

Orhn answered with a sincere voice. “Moira.” Orhn squeezed her gently, taking a deep breath in with the moment. “You are a vampire.”

Moira didn't answer, she was in shock, not knowing what to say.

“You were turned recently. That's why you are so weak and why they were able to catch you.” Orhn said with consolation.

Moira remained silent in Orhn's arms. Her eyes were wide open, staring into his.

“You must have attacked the child out of hunger. You were probably feeling weak for the last few days and finally acted out of a physical compulsion to feed. It's not your fault, Moira.” Orhn explained.

“So I am a monster? Am I all they said I was?” Moira's shock was getting the better of her. “I ate that child? I actually did the horrible things they said I did?”

Orhn held Moira firmly and with intention. “You are a vampire, not a monster. You can learn how to control your cravings. This doesn't have to happen ever again. I'll show you how. You can live a life beyond all this.”

“Beyond what? Being human?” Moira asked.

“Yes. Moira, you are no longer human and you will never live a normal life.” Orhn knew his words were harsh. “You have been given a choice. Live as a vampire immortal, or die as a nameless beast from your hunger.” Orhn was not helping. His intention was good, though not what needed to be said to calm her.

“Will you help me Orhn?” Moira was scared as she clenched Orhn's back. Not knowing her own strength, her fingertips bore into his skin. “Oh my god, I didn't mean to hurt you.” Moira pulled away from him.

Orhn closed the gap taking her hand in his. “Don't apologize, you didn't injury me. Time has tempered my flesh. God has granted me many gifts and fate has brought me this night with you.” Orhn's mind was not set on impressing a sense of romance upon the situation, he had done so naturally. He wished to settle Moira's nerves. What he had done was paint a beautiful picture of himself in her mind instead.

Moira was in awe. Orhn was like no other man she had ever met. Moira had never seen the vampire that attacked her and therefore had no reference of what a vampire was. Before Moira, Orhn was a god come down to save her personally.

Realizing Orhn was still mostly naked, Moira blushed.

“You look flustered, we'll need to get you some blood.” Orhn said while examining the surrounding buildings.

“I'm not flustered.” Moira thought about what she actually wanted and how she could repay her savior. “I am cold though, dreadfully cold.” Moira was not cold. She was returning to herself as she decided to take the situation for all it was worth. “It would be nice if you could help me with that until morning.”

Not even Orhn was blind enough to miss such a signal from a beautiful woman.

Without a word Orhn placed his arm around Moira and led her back to Yugo and Lucretia.

“Took you long enough. I like the skirt though.” Lucretia commented on Orhn's attire.

“Thank you.” Moira replied.

Lucretia glanced at Moira's ripped dress. “Well, I guess that looks cute too.”

Moira turned to Orhn, confused.

Orhn glared down at what he was wearing. He was not amused by Lucretia's remark.

“Did Orhn help you to understand what we are?” Yugo was the only sense of reason among them.

“Yes, but I need Orhn to help warm me up. I caught a chill from the night air.” Moira locked her arm into Orhn's. I might need him all night long, so the fever doesn't set in.”

Now Orhn was blushing.

Lucretia resisted the urge to say everything that came to mind to ruin the moment and embarrass both of them.

“Be good Lucretia.” Yugo warned.

Lucretia rolled her eyes away from Moira and onto Yugo. "Well isn't she facile?"

Yugo didn't want to egg Lucretia on. So he continued his train of thought.“Let's all find a quiet out of the way inn at the edge of town.” Yugo gently smiled. “I'll carry Lucretia's coffin. Moira needs you more.”

Moira grinned widely, she was effusive. Everyone knew what they were about to do and everyone was for it. Even Lucretia knew Orhn needed to relax more than he was. Although she wanted to heckle him about it, she was in favor. Yugo found them all a nice bottom level room without windows that they could hide out in for a few days while Moira had her way with Orhn.

Several hours passed through the night as the floor boards creaked and the ground shook. Lucretia and Yugo sat in the adjacent room listening to the overly vocal Moira shout out her joys.

Lucretia sat in a chair with one leg up on the single table in the room. She rolled her eyes as Moira let out a loud scream next door. “That makes eighteen.” Lucretia had taken umbrage towards Moira.

Yugo was supine on the small wooden bed. He shifted, awakening to Lucretia's update. “Ten more? How long have I been asleep?”

“Not long. They've picked up the pace.” Lucretia huffed a sigh of disgust. “Did we ever do it that many times? I'm surprised the bed isn't broken by now. They've been fucking long enough.” Her scurrilous temperament hadn't changed.

“No, not even on our first night. We did go longer however.” Yugo's attempt at helping Lucretia's mood was a moot point. “Quality over quantity, Lucretia.”

Lucretia turned to Yugo with a stern expression. “Oh they're quality from what I can hear.”

Yugo said nothing in return. Lucretia was jealous and there was nothing to stop her from pouting. The scene continued on until dusk the next day. The constant reminder of Moira's seemingly endless pleasure was driving Lucretia crazy. Yugo wanted nothing to do with Lucretia that night. He knew any sex with her was only meant to compete with Moira and Orhn, something that didn't sit well with him.

“Go to sleep or you'll tear the walls off.” Yugo joked at how frustrated Lucretia was. Then went back to sleep by himself.

Dusk did not bode well for Lucretia. She was irritated, mad, and bothered. She needed a release. When Yugo awoke, he found she had left a note. It read 'docks' and nothing else. Yugo knew exactly what she was doing. She had decided that drowning herself repeatedly was a welcome alternative to facing the newly fornicated couple again that night.

Yugo got up, walked to Orhn's door, and knocked. “We should get going.” He said through the door.

Moira opened the door. She was wearing the bed sheet as a dress, and doing quite well with it. Small pieces of the long cotton dress she wore the night before were tossed around the room with dismay. Shredded from her activities with Orhn. “I'll get him. It's just that I hate to wake him when he looks so adorable.”

Yugo raised an eyebrow. He was honestly confused. Orhn was not adorable in any way, shape, or context. Moira must have been delusional from the excitement of the previous night. “Adorable?” Yugo peered in. Orhn was sleeping with one leg and arm hanging off the bed. His face was drooling and scrunched by a small rough pillow.

“I can get him up if we really have to go now.” Moira said with a faint request to let him sleep in. She wanted to keep watching him sleep like this.

Yugo chuckled. In the years he and Orhn had been together, Orhn had never shown this vulnerable side to him. This was Orhn unhindered by the worries of the world. It was the true Orhn that this newcomer had brought about. “Sure, I have to find Lucretia regardless. When I come back, we'll talk about your future. Our future, together.”

Fate Drawn in A+

A crimson sky bled rain down upon a lush dark green forest. Lightning cracked as the clouds unleashed a flood that carved a channel to the ocean's shore. Black sand met the red water's edge as two figures stood evenly matched in the distance.

Clutched in warfare, one held her ground, cloaked in pure white without clear definition. Frozen light lifted with each motion. The flakes scattered and traveled in the wind as feathers across the sea of blood behind. Wings spread across the shoreline in a brilliant display of presence. She was ready. The second figure towered with black shadowy waves that engulfed the subtle form of a man. Sharp contours lined its large violent thorn shape.

A flash of silver struck from the white void. The black creature defended, catching the silver blade with its hand, bracing it across his arm. Dark ridges lashed out against the white void, jutting out, narrowly missing her. The white void jumped back, pushing away from the conflict. The black figure pursued immediately and was met with a silver weapon piercing his chest. The black creature swung as the white void seemed to explode before it. The sand beneath them kicked high into the air, spreading far and shielding the sight of any conclusion to the battle. The brazen sound of thunder crackled out as the black figure stood victorious.

The clouds receded, and the wind picked up. The scene cleared and the white void was gone. On a bed of depressed sand was Kyli, beaten and bruised. The left side of her body was cut with several puncture holes. She was bleeding, heavily. Kyli was exhausted and out of breath. She had lost to the black shadow. Slowly the man inside emerged from the blackness. He was average height with short black hair, and had a well defined jaw line. The black cloud dispersed and revealed Zack Giver, who smiled triumphantly. The dream world ended as the sky faded to red.

Back in Kyli's apartment, Zack and Kyli were clenched in an embrace. Kyli let up from Zack's neck, as she licked her lips of Zack's blood. Kyli was dressed in one of her black lace corsets. It was nearly the same as the one Zack had met her in, with the exception that it was strapless and Kyli was not wearing a shirt with it. She still wore a long skirt with it, black with a white slip. Kyli had become increasingly comfortable around Zack and it was beginning to turn Zack's head more than usual. Zack was in a dark gray long sleeve shirt with a dark red splash pattern painted on it. His pants were black and he wasn't wearing any socks.

After three weeks of training in Kyli's apartment, he was able to relax. Being with Kyli came to be a normal part of his life. His father, John didn't seem to mind the distance. It gave them some much needed space to grow. John with his new relationship and Zack with his as well. It still was odd to Zack that his dad was letting him stay at a strange, hot young girl's hotel room for weeks on end. Zack didn't mind too much, he was enjoying himself. Kyli was very free while in her element and continually teased Zack with glimpses of her very attractive, toned body. Zack had gained some much needed self confidence, but he was still reluctant to make an advance towards Kyli. Despite their daily embraces to enter the dream world, Zack was unable to come to the conviction necessary to turn a pass into a long kiss, or a hopeful shared bed. Zack had been sleeping on the couch all this time. While Kyli's bedroom door had been intentionally propped open every night. Zack's fear of the unknown held him in place. It had been Kyli's idea to open up their relationship to sex quite early, but Zack's timidness had kept her from pressing the issue directly. She wanted him to want her, to want what she was, and to accept her. The idea of pushing a him before he was ready didn't appeal to her. Kyli wanted Zack to show the initiative, to act on the intentions in his head and not to stand by while she idly toyed with him. If Zack wanted her, he was going to have to prove it.

The time spent training greatly improved Zack's chances of survival. Kyli had taught him how to summon the latent aura of his nature and the nature of the demon itself, as a weapon and a shield. The black figure that surrounded Zack in the dream world was offensive and defensive. It was a radical tool he would be able to use in his fight with Malio. Kyli had decided Zack's best possibility was to lure Malio into a false sense of power and then let him bite Zack in an attempt to taste his gift. At that time, Zack would finish Malio off in the dream world. With Malio subdued in his mind, Zack would be able to take control of the fight in reality. That was Kyli's plan at least.