The Last Vampyre Prophecy (7 page)

It sends
shivers through my blood.

I walk
over to Tiffany dazed and say my goodbyes. Benton offers to take me home and I sigh defeated and follow him out the door.

CHAPTER
FIVE

KHAI

I haven’t asked a woman to call me Khai since Mehi and that was over a thousand years ago. What is this girl doing to me? First I come to her aid, which is ironic because there is no greater danger for her than I, then I offer her a job that puts her into my proximity each day, now I have made our odd interaction intimate by conceding my first name.

I
’m not used to having all these conflicting…emotions. Actually, I haven’t felt an emotion other than anger since I woke up on that cold floor realizing what I had become.

My feet work
on their own volition and steer me right to her apartment. The place I have spent most nights pacing and watching.

A deep growl works up through my throat when I see
him place his hand on her back. She is oddly shifting from foot to foot in a nervous gesture. I walk closer.

He i
s telling her good night but I can sense he really wants to do more than kiss her. Rage burns my eyes as I read his thoughts. The impure visions he has of her naked and beneath him.

Suddenly I want
to drain him and rip his body to shreds. Then he leans in and she blocks his mouth just as it reaches her face. His body tenses and I can feel the irritation rolling off his skin. His thoughts now are a mixture of desire and anger.

My own rage
is so volatile that I can barely contain the urge to surge forward and slay him where he stands. But the thought of showing that side of myself to Adonia makes me cower.

I never want
her to feel afraid in my presence and I certainly never want her to know the monster that I really am.

Mercifully a moment later she sa
ys goodbye and disappears through the door. I listen as she climbs the four flights before shutting the door to her apartment. I wait to hear the lock engage but it never comes. Panicked I make me way around the building watching the cab drive away with the boy scowling from the back window.

When I
am sure no one is around I drift up the building and peer through her window. I can hear her scrubbing her hair in the shower so I ease the window open and slide inside. The lock is still disengaged so I saunter over and click the bottom then top locks. What was she thinking of leaving herself exposed in such a way? Irritation burns in my blood.

I walk
back to the window and before I can climb back through I hear her whisper my name. My head turns in her direction and I feel that pull again. It’s as though every particle in my body draws itself to her.

I read her thoughts and
am surprised to see me kissing her hungrily against the wall of her bedroom. It stirs deep desires within me and I begin to feel the urge to be inside her to fuck her hard until she screams my name again and again.

I like the way it sounds coming from her lips. She says
it like a prayer…
Khai
…

The shower stops and I hear
her step out wrapping a towel across her body and turning the knob.

The next second I
am closing the window and catch her fleeting image as I drift back to the ground.

I watch
her from the shadows as she gazes out the window. Her thoughts are of me. I watch as images of my face and hands play over and over in her mind. Never going beyond a kiss and a caress.

She i
s different, not like all the other women I have been around that think such vulgar things. She’s pure and innocent.

But the thoughts I have
of her are carnal. I need to feed so I can keep my compulsion from flying back to her window and taking her in every room.

I run back to my car and head
to a bar. Tonight will not be about picking the best flavor it’s about hunger and need so the quickest access is the best. I park and walk into the little pub. The air is stagnant with stale cigarette smoke and musty body sweat.

I scan the room and find
a woman with a burning desire for something stronger than alcohol.

She w
ill come willingly.

I order a whisky and tune
out the buzzing of the ice machine that is dripping with bacteria. Slowly he pours the half glass and I settle into the chair. She raises her eyes from her glass and immediately takes me in.

Her heart skips several beats before it picks
up a faster rhythm. I can sense the chemicals flowing through her system. Her body is riddled with cancer and the alcohol takes the edge off the pain.

She’s scared of dying and i
s constantly sick from taking the newest and latest experimental drugs.

But her case i
s hopeless I can see the masses all over her internal organs. She smiles at me and I give her a grin back. That’s enough to have her moving to the chair beside me.

“You don’t look like this is your type of place.” She
says peeking over the top of her glass.

I smile
wide. “You’d be surprised at my type of place.”

She smiles
back but I can sense her confusion. I tap her glass. “You look a little out of place here yourself.”

Blood i
s pooling around her heart from the lack of muscle function. She has two maybe three months left. I catch the sparks behind her eyes that run thoughts of sex and sedateness. She longs for someone to hold her and tell her everything will turn out ok.

Little d
oes she know I am not that person, but I will take away her remaining miserable days.

I finish my drink and offer her my hand. She ta
kes it and without a word we walk out the door. Moments later we are in between the building hovering in the shadows.

Her fear is growing. She kno
ws my intention is wrong.

I look
into her eyes. “I can sense the disease defiling your body. It’s riddled with the growing masses.” Her eyes grow wide and her pupil’s dilate.

“I think you know how this will end, am I correct?”

Tears spring to her eyes as she whispers, “Yes.”

I nod and the next moment I tear into her neck and drain
her tainted blood. The cancer is bitter tasting and the various drugs muddle the sweet part of the blood. Her veins are weak and it doesn’t take but seconds for he heart to jerk to a stop and push out the remaining liquid trapped inside the muscle.

I drop
her lifeless body to the ground and check my surroundings before I place my hand to her chest then watched her ashes swirl with the wind being carried toward the water.

My hunger now managed I walk
back to the car. I drive back by her apartment and listen for her presence. I finally find her breathing evenly and dreaming of me.

A part of me warms at the thought and I continue
driving to my house.

The next morning I dress
and stand by the window listening to the lives happening around me. I feel the tiny heartbeat drumming inside the woman beneath me. She’s no more than seven weeks. I drift into her mind and see that she suspected but didn’t really know for sure. Now would not be the best time for a baby. She has a fast track planned for her career and this would blow her chances of becoming partner at her law firm.

I gro
w bored of the internal dialog and move on. I sense a dark mood in the building across the way. Then I see his release. He is cupping her neck watching the last remaining spark drain from her eyes.

Intere
sting. He’s a predator and this is not his first time. I look at my watch deciding if I have the time. It’s too late for her, I felt it when her heart stuttered to a halt but him; I could release some of my own rage.

I walk
through the house and pass Renita in the kitchen straightening shelves and cleaning the refrigerator. I roll my eyes. What in hell is she cleaning the empty refrigerator for?

Ste
pping out onto the street I feel the atmosphere change and know there will be a storm in the afternoon. The air is sweet with moisture building for the rain. The rumble of the subway cars beneath my feet tell me the train is five minutes behind schedule and I can hear the rubbing of a cracked bearing in the mid axle. If left unrepaired it could cause the entire train to buckle in the middle and in human terms end in disaster.

I eye
the numbers on the code pad for the door. Punching the worn sequence of digits the door pops open and I walk inside. I choose the stairs and once inside I move at my fast pace making it to the twentieth floor in less than three seconds.

I pull the handle and step
into the hallway. The wallpaper is peeling and the carpet has a musty odor. I am surprised because this is supposed to be a well-kept sister building to mine.

I hear
the dripping of a cracked pipe between the wall of Apt 546 and 545. The material is recycled and illegal to use. I sense for other maladies and find numerous infractions with cheap materials and recycled fixtures. It is a combination of fire hazards and weak structure.

I mak
e a note to myself to check the bearings in my walls upon my return.

I reach the apartment door and feel
him stirring around her body. I twist the metal around the lock until it crumbles into my hand. Reaching for the handle I twist it and let the door swing open.

He’
s in the next room close to the kitchen thinking of ways to defile her body. He not only savors the control of watching them die he revels in mutilating their bodies after.

I smile
at the treat I will have this morning. Watching him swell with terror over his own death will soothe an urge and subdue some of the rage wafting through my bones.

I carry
myself across the room and stop in the doorway watching him hoover over her lifeless body savoring the image.

He feels my presence and jumps
to his feet. “Who the fuck are you?” He roars.

“Someone you’ll
wish you never met.” I murmur.

His face contorts
with rage. “I’ll kill you.” He bites through clenched teeth.

I c
an smell the stale alcohol seeping through his skin. His mind is a dark place full of torment and evil. He can no longer count the many he’s taken.

His depravity enrages me more and I want him gone. I move at my pace and stan
d inches from his face in a split second. Fear washes through the depths of his eyes as I pull back my lips to expose the weapon of my choosing.

His heart falters and I feel
the panic growing inside causing his stomach to clench and the acid to bubble up his esophagus.

With one hand I grip his throat and crush his neck then drop
him to the ground next to her limp body.

His eyes are
still wide staring at the wall. I step back from the blood pooling on the floor and straighten my tie as I walk from the room and pull the door closed behind me.

Not wanting to bo
ther with driving today I pull out my phone and called Peter.

“Yes, Mr. Garai?” He answers
.

“I’m ready to le
ave for the office.” I command.

“Yes, sir. I will be out front in two minutes, sir.”

I slide the phone back into my breast pocket and walk onto the street crossing over and landing on the curb just as Peter pulls the car around.

The car pulls
in front of the building at 8:15. I climb out and step to the elevators. Several people are waiting fisting their cups of coffee and fighting remnants of hangovers.

Two women chat
giddily about random dates the previous evening then flush when they turn their attention to me. Suddenly I am the new player in their heads ravishing them and hungrily taking them to bed.

How wrong they
are. Ravish yes but not in the way they

Envisage. I pull out my phone and begin sifting through the new emails. Several are from my lawyer discussing the new fleet of ships we just purchased for a shipping company I own in Sudan.

Then there i
s one from Amanda informing me of the death of her mother suddenly and that she will be absent for the next few days as they make arrangements.

That i
mmediately sends my mind to Adonia and her briefing for her first day of work.

I have
already gotten odd questions and looks from my close staff because I don’t do intern interviews and I most certainly don’t work closely with them. They are staffed in the HR floor on the bottom level.

But with Adonia
I want her around me. I arranged for her position to have direct communication with me throughout the day. My strange new obsession has apparently garnered much attention.

I stow
my phone back in my pocket and try to drown out the incessant pleas from the two overly sexual women still behind me.