Hex and the Single Witch (Vehicle City Vampires) (2 page)

His fingers
slipped inside my wet, heated folds, thrusting and demanding. I wriggled
against his hand, gyrating, letting him know I was so into it, but I wanted
more. I reached between us for his zipper. After fumbling for a moment, I
wrapped my fingers around his large cock, so hard and ready to go.

An ache took
over. I couldn’t think of anything but having him inside me. He growled as he
picked me up, sitting me slightly on his thighs with my back pressed firmly
against the cool, brick wall. The move left me open, and with one thrust he
seated his erection deep inside me.

Plunging in and
out he drove me to the point of no return. Thrust after thrust left me dizzy
and aching. The pleasure too much, I couldn’t take it. I moaned and screamed
with pleasure and pain. Wanting it all, needing more but unsure if I could
handle his forceful manner, the violent plunging of his shaft so thick and deep
inside me.

He kissed me
roughly, passionately, then worked his lips down my neck. Suddenly delicious
piercing pain, heat slid inside my flesh, the most intimate penetration I had
ever known. The world became beautiful, dark, and wondrous; fireworks went off
behind my eyes. Orgasm ripped through my body...

Then nothing…
Darkness. I stood outside myself. I watched the vampire withdraw his blood
covered fangs and his pleasure drenched, still very hard penis. He dropped my
body on the dirty ground. He zipped up his pants, stepped over my body, and
walked away.

“Carrie, Carrie
come here, girl.”

A light filled
the alley.

“Grandma, is
that you?”

Happiness.
Peace. Warmth.

Nothing.

I stood up so
fast I almost toppled over.

Oh! My! Goddess!
That was the most intense flash back ever. I was her, experiencing everything
she did. And I must say it felt really good before she died. Never in my life
had anything close to that happened to me during sex or anything else.

Her desire and
the heated images made me feel a bit needy. Okay, more than a bit…a lot. Damn.
I had been left with minor feelings of sexual need before, very minor, but this
time, oh my…I needed some real sexual satisfaction.

Snap out of it,
Anwyn, you’re here to do a job, not get off. Think about the woman that died.
Get it together. That wasn’t supposed to arouse you; you were supposed to learn
from it. But, damn! Her pleasure settled inside me so intense. It over-rode the
fact she had died. I focused on the fact a sick bastard killed her. The vampire
had killed again.

I took a deep
cleansing breath and centered myself. There, better, a little anyway.

Damn, the poor
thing. The killer vamp just dropped her and walked away, but at least she
crossed over. So many who die quickly and tragically didn’t go into the light,
but thank Goddess her grandma came to get her. At least I knew her spirit
wouldn’t be hanging around. Like some of the others that died but couldn’t tell
me who killed them. Their spirits just wandered aimlessly, unable to cross
over.

I tried to walk,
stumbled around, started to fall, and then large hands caught me. Feeling
flushed, dizzy, disgusted and aroused all at the same time I really did not
need someone touching me right now. Still too open, I didn’t need anyone else’s
thoughts or feelings floating around in my head.

“So what’d ya
see?” Malone’s hot breath tickled my neck. So close, one arm around me with his
hand at my midsection, his other on my arm to keep me steady. My back rested
lightly against his large, thick, muscle ripped chest. Thankfully, I didn’t get
a read on anything from him personally. I never did. Somewhere along the way he
must have learned how to block, of course many cops did it naturally. For that
I was thankful. The last thing I wanted to see was what went on in Mike
Malone’s head.

Even though I
wouldn’t get any visions from him, I really did not want Malone touching me
right now. His heat added to my own and sent waves of need rolling through me.
Without actually feeling his desires or sensing his thoughts I could feel his
maleness. I took another deep breath to steady myself. Didn’t work, I just
inhaled the manly and not at all unpleasant aroma of Malone. I pulled away and
turned to face him.

“Seduction, sex,
then he killed her. Just like the others.” My voice came out shaky and unsure.
I tried not to look Malone in the eyes because I wasn’t very good at doing that
stony-cop-face thing and shutting down. It wasn’t that hard to avoid his eyes.
He stood so much taller than me, looking him in the eyes meant I had to look
up, which would make me dizzy. Already off balance, I couldn’t risk it getting
any worse. So I glanced sideways at him, avoiding all direct eye contact.

“So she came
then she went.” His sarcastic smile made his eyes twinkle but underneath his
expression grew cold. I knew he hated this bastard but the sexual nature of it
got a rise out of him, and he aimed it directly at me. A way he blew off steam.
Some of the guys goofed around and joked over dead bodies so they didn’t fall
part. Malone liked to mess with me.

I focused on his
smirky smile, all big white teeth and full sensuous lips. Wow, grandma what big
teeth you have. The better to eat you with my dear. Oh yeah, eat me, eat me,
eat me.

Stop it Anwyn,
the magick and murder is messing with your emotions and obviously your mind. “What
an elegant way to put it, Malone, but yes, intense orgasm then she died.”

“So, ah, you
experienced all of it?” he asked with just the slightest hint of a sneer
playing at the corner of his mouth.

Holy witch on
wheels did I feel it. I wasn’t about to tell him that though. “Some, that’s how
it works, you know.” His eyes said clearly he did not believe me completely and
wanted to know more.

He bent forward
and whispered so only I could hear what he said, “You’re looking a bit flushed
and your nipples are hard as hell. I’m thinking this one affected you more than
any other time. If you want… as soon as we’re done here, you and I can go
somewhere and I can help you relieve some of that…pent up desire.” He almost
sounded sincere. And I almost wanted to take him up on that offer.

Almost. My
stomach flip-flopped at the same time my nether regions urged me to go for it. “No
thanks, Malone. I don’t need any help, especially not from you.”

He actually had
the nerve to look insulted and hurt. “Enjoy your battery operated friend then.”

I felt heat
creep up into my already blazing cheeks as he turned and stomped away.

“We’re done here
guys.” He turned to the guys from the coroner’s office. “Bag her, tag her, and
get her outta here before we’re overrun with drunken gawkers. The crowd is
already starting to form and I see media towers up on Saginaw Street.”

Malone looked at
me again. “I’ll need you at the Station tomorrow to give me an official
statement of anything useful from your vision. We’ll need to record everything.”

“Look Malone,
there’s nothing new. It’s the same as before. The guy is blocked. I can feel
him, but I never really see him. The magick hides anything useful. The bastard
only lets me see what he wants me to see.”

“And feel,
obviously. He likes it that you really felt him tonight. He’s probably getting
off on it right now. This is a sadistic vamp, Anwyn. I need you to process the
info and try to find something, anything new, anything different. Maybe tonight
you’ll find something useful as you go over those images in your head. And I
know you are going to. I was paying attention, Annie girl. You mumbled, moaned,
and moved erotically during your vision. Don’t worry I don’t think anyone else
was paying attention, but I was, I always do.” His lip stretched into a lecherous
grin. “I can tell when a woman is aroused, I can tell when you are aroused, and
this is going to be with you for a while, until you get rid of it. I tried to
be nice and offer my help. Instead you have a long lonely night ahead of you.”
With that he turned and disappeared into the dark.

Long night ahead
of me all right, I would be focused on the murder all night, trying to find any
clue in the vision I had experienced from the victim. Maybe I could push away
thoughts of the murderer and concentrate on my current crush, Galen. The guy
who barely knew I existed. He made me feel like a giddy school girl every time
I got near him. Thinking of him would be much more pleasant than thinking about
a murderous vampire that loves to kill women.

Except Galen was
a vampire. Okay maybe I shouldn’t think about him because anything related to
fangs would send me right back to thinking about the murders.

To my dismay I
settled on the images of Malone flowing through my mind. Just out of sheer
curiosity I thought about him, wondering what kind of lover he would be.
Underneath his cocky swagger he was still a good looking guy. Cops liked to
toss around all that bravado, but I knew it as just another form of cop-face,
something to hide the real person underneath the badge.

Definitely going
to be a long night. I sighed and headed toward my car. As I started the engine
I thought, maybe I should stop to get batteries on my way home.

Chapter 2

Trying to think
about anything other than death soon became exhausting. I had witnessed the
excruciating last moments of someone’s life, and it shook me to the core.
Lately each reading from the murder victims came at me more powerful, more
vivid and much more intense than the last. The feelings and images kept getting
stronger. Now I struggled separating myself from the vision, like it all
happened to me.

I decided not to
drive the freeway home, needed to relax a little before taking a bunch of
negativity home with me.

In an effort to
relieve my mind of things I thought about my childhood visits to the city. The
downtown area buildings once filled with shopping, eateries and a flourishing
nightlife scene now stood empty and dark. The Capital Theatre designed to be
the grand entertainment theater had become office space. Many ideas about renovating
the place to its former glory had been tossed around but so far no one wanted
to invest the money. Metropolis, my favorite college hangout party spot, was
now VAMP, the hottest club in Flint. Many of my other childhood favorites were
vacated or reincarnated as new businesses like once bustling mall Windmill
Place, the spot to shop in my youth. Autoworld—Flint’s sad attempt at a tourist
attraction—was another place I had loved as a child, now completely gone. Torn
down several years ago and replaced by new buildings for the University of
Michigan, who now owned much of downtown Flint. At least they brought some life
back into the area.

Business owners
hoped Flint would become a bustling college town like Ann Arbor and Lansing,
full of restaurants, clubs, shops and college hangouts. Between the colleges
and the vampires, downtown Flint was being revitalized. Too bad it didn’t reach
the outskirts of the small city.

As soon as I
crossed out of U of M’s reach Saginaw Street went downhill fast. University signs
gave way to graffiti, boarded up buildings and other symbols of urban decay.
Combined with the thickening fog, the sight appeared straight out of a horror
movie—at least that was what my overactive imagination said.

Driving through
the hood wouldn’t make my mood any lighter. Especially with the fog swirling
across the streets in creepy patches. Once I passed under the last set of
Vehicle City arches, fog completely coated the outer areas of Flint.

I thought about
turning back and taking the freeway but was already halfway home. I could
handle a little bit of fog.

Right?

Maybe not.

The dark and
foggy outer city gave an impression of sleeping, but it did not rest. I saw
human forms wandering the streets passing in and out of the fog even though it
was after three o’clock in the morning. They looked human but I knew most of
them were non-human predators prowling and stalking prey. Many creatures
preferred the cover of darkness and roamed these sad streets without need to
stay hidden in the shadows. Discontent hung in the air as thick as the fog. The
economic and spiritual unease of the area invited negativity and plenty of
demonic beings who fed off despair and hopelessness. Demons probably out there
right now…in the darkness and fog.

I became
thoroughly creeped out by taking the ‘scenic’ route home. Not that I feared the
area, but the fog hid things I didn’t want to encounter. Normally I seemed to
be in a protective bubble when it came to Others. Witch blood was not exactly a
delicacy; in fact, it gave many demons a severe case of indigestion. Adding my
dad’s reputation to the mix kept me safe as well, even though he’d been gone
for years.

He had been a
Tremaine, a warrior from a long line of not-to-be-messed-with warriors. As a
witch I followed my mother’s matriarchal lineage and took the last name of her
people, Rose, but I was still a Tremaine. They all knew it.

I drove as fast
as I dared and soon the ghetto gave way to bigger, better kept pieces of
property with the occasional cornfield or scattered piece of farmland lingering
among the subdivisions and suburban sprawl. The farms were remnants left over
from another time. Some fields and barns remained in use while others held old
and rusty farm equipment not moved in decades. The fog thinned out in country.
Thank goddess. I was tired of straining my eyes to catch sight of anything
creepy lurking in the swirling mists.