Vampire Cadet (5 page)

She simply couldn’t wait anymore. The craving for the salty nectar whipped inside her gut and reached down to fire her loins. Heady sensations built inside her and her movements gathered speed. Her hips bore down on him, swaying and jerking as she carried him up and higher. Unable to control anymore, Shannon sank her fangs into his flesh and sucked the blood that pumped out. His body jerked under her as the pain hit his nerves, but he was so lost in the sexual need that burned inside him that his rhythm didn’t break.

Eagerly, with greed, she drank the delicious nectar that poured forth from his veins. She lapped up the bounty while her hips ground against his. Sex and thirst; the need for both churned equally hard, driving her over the edge.

As his body arched and buckled under her, the orgasm exploded through her, making her muscles jerk with release. She lifted her head and snarled, her teeth glinting with the blood that she’d consumed. With a loud cry, Bryce erupted under her, his semen spraying her insides in that final burst of sensations.

Shannon put her hand on the wound on his chest, dipped her fingers in his blood, and put them in her mouth, sucking loudly. It had been the most devastating orgasms that she had ever experienced. Shannon had only heard about this particular experience from others – and now that she’d actually lived through it, she knew that she would be doing it again and again.

It had been intensely gratifying and satisfying.

And she couldn’t wait to do it again.     

Chapter Five

Shannon tapped her fingers on the desk as she studied the map on which Bryce had shown Ra’ad’s movements. He’d been in the same forest for the past two days and showed no signs of moving out.

“The phone activity has slowed,” commented Bryce as he did push-ups on the floor.

Ever since their devastatingly gratifying sex, he’d become stronger and more powerful. In order to enhance his energy, he’d also started doing rigorous exercise. “What do you think it means?”

“I think he is preparing to leave the forest for some place new. The last phone conversation clearly indicated that his assistants have already found a new place in the city which they think is safer.”

“Maybe we should go and take a look in the forest. It’s possible we may find him alone?” she mused as she stood. In actuality, she was bored of sitting in the warehouse. 

“I’m game for it,” said Bryce. He bounded for the door and was out. She followed more sedately. Since she’d been enjoying her powers for the past many centuries, Shannon found her joy in her strength and speed waning with age. Whereas for Bryce, everything was new and exciting. He loved to show-off. She found him sitting in the jeep.

She sat beside him. “Let’s go.”

Once they reached the forest, they parked the jeep and leapt off in the direction from which the last signal had been received. The forest was dark, quiet, and dense. Mountain iron trees grew alongside strawberry trees, redbud, holly oak and willow. Bushes and vines grew on the forest floor, twisted up the trees, and made it difficult to walk beyond the hiking path. Sure that they were out of the sight of anyone who might be hiking in the forest, Shannon picked up speed. She jumped from trees to tree, bounded over the rocks, and careened so fast that a naked eye would have found it impossible to follow her movements. It felt good to give free rein to her full powers, something she could very rarely.

Bryce followed close behind. She stopped at the ledge of a cliff. Beyond was a steep ravine. Across it, she could old ruins of some kind of an old building. “What’s that?” She pointed.

Bryce heaved as he stood beside her. Even at the height of his new-found powers, he found it a little challenging to keep up with her. Although she’d fed on him twice and transferred some of her energy, he would never be able to compete with her. His powers would last as long as she kept feeding on him during sex, but if there was a gap between their sessions or if she stopped feeding altogether, his vitality would fade and wane.  

He took out the map they’d bought along. “The last signal was received from these ruins.”

“I guess we should check them out,” she said.

With one giant leap, she was beyond the ravine, standing on the other side. It happened so fast that Bryce didn’t even get time to blink. Shannon had to admit that the fact that he knew about her real identity made it easier for her to act without thought. She could actually use her full power whenever the need arose. She watched as Bryce shuffled back, took measure of the distance, and made the leap.  He landed on the other side, but his feet slipped on the steep slope and he raised his arms in an effort to balance. She grabbed his arm before he could fall back.

She pulled him to safety and let go. “There you go.”

“If I was a vampire, I could’ve done it with ease.”

Shannon knew that he hadn’t let go of his dream of becoming a vampire. To him, the choice was clear. He was willing to exchange his soul for immortality and strength – but Shannon knew that a newly born vampire was a killing machine. It took ages for a new vampire to bring his or her thirst under control – and until he or she did so, many innocents would die. Even she wouldn’t be able to stop Bryce in the first fifty years or so.

She didn’t want that guilt on her conscience.

“Come on. Let’s go check this place out.” She ran down the path that led to the ruins. The place was bigger than she’d thought. Half of it was hidden behind old, thick trees and huge rocks. She’d thought that it was a temple but it was actually a small town. Old walls had fallen, roofs had caved in, and the paths lay in ruin but the beauty of the architecture was still visible in the crumbling stone. As they roamed from room to room, Shannon marveled at the ingenuity of the people who must have once lived here. Entrances to caverns had been hidden behind stones, wells had been dug to provide water to the hundreds of people who lived here once, and drawings could be seen on some of the old walls.

In one of the rooms, she found a tattered boot and an old bag pack. Both items looked relatively fresh. Shannon picked up the bag and emptied it. Out fell a diary, two pens, and a shirt. Everything was new. Her heart jumped with glee. Could this be the break they were looking for? “It seems someone has forgotten this here quite recently.”

“Let’s see if we can find something else.”

While Bryce searched other corners of the room, she flipped open the diary and found a list of names and addresses, along with phone numbers. “This seems to be a list of electrical and mechanical equipment suppliers,” she said. “Is it possible that one of Ra’ad’s men forgot it here?”

Bryce found a half-empty matchbox and the other shoe. He brought them over and peeked at the diary. “It looks like it. See, here, this is the supplier he was talking to the other day on the phone. I remember the number. We should take it with us.”

Shannon skimmed through the list and memorized it. “Do you think whoever forgot it would come back to collect this stuff?”

‘”If it’s important enough, they might do so,” he mused.

Shannon tapped her finger on her lip as she pondered over the implications of this discovery. It seemed that Ra’ad had indeed moved out of the forest, but clearly this stuff belonged to them. Would he or his assistant come back to collect this diary? Even if they didn’t need the information, they wouldn’t want such evidence to fall into the wrong hands.

“Maybe we should stay the night and see if anyone comes back for this.” She shoved the diary back in the bag. “Let’s leave everything as we found it and find a place nearby to lay low.”

After putting everything back, they found a spot under a willow tree from which they could see the entrance to the room. The branches of the tree bent low, skimming a stream that meandered past. If they stayed under it, they would remain hidden from view.

“I’m going to go back to get the supplies from the jeep,” Shannon told Bryce. “Why don’t you search around to see if you can find something else to connect this place with Ra’ad?”

With a leap, she ran out of the room and bounded down the forest path towards the jeep. Within minutes, she was back with their bag packs that contained a little food they had bought along with them. It wasn’t much, but then Shannon didn’t need any nourishment. She’d drunk some blood in the morning and that would hold for a day.

They wiggled under the branches of the willow tree. Bryce put the bag pack to the side and leaned against the trunk of the tree. “It’s going to be boring to just sit here and wait for something to happen.”

“Want to make the night interesting?” Shannon took off her shirt.

Bryce grinned as she took off her shoes and socks and shrugged out of her trousers. “You read my mind,” he said.

Quickly, he got out of his clothes. “What if someone comes in while we’re doing it?”

“I would hear them come even when they were a mile away,” she said as she ran a hand up her belly and cupped her own breast. A shiver of excitement slithered up her nerves when she saw him lick his lips at her deliberate movement.  

“It must be amazing to have a hearing like yours.” He crawled over to her and pinned her down.

The soft grass was cool and ticklish against her naked back. Straddling her, he bent down to kiss. Shannon found his lips soft and inviting. As always, she was aroused by the scent of his blood, the warmth of the nectar that ran though his veins. Now that she’d gotten a taste of his blood, she would be able to recognize him even if he was in a room full of a hundred people.

His fingers glided over the swell of her firm breasts and pressed down on her nipples. She arched her body as he tugged at her soft, sensitive nubs. Immediately, moisture leaked down her thighs. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her, to feel the delicious taste of his blood on her lips. Flipping over with the agility of a jungle cat, Shannon moved over him. Bending her head, she licked his chest, enjoying the salty taste of his sweat on the tip of her tongue.

He ran a hand up her smooth back, on to the nape of her neck, and into her thick, silky hair. Shannon breathed in the male scent of his, relishing the rich aroma as it glided down her throat. It was almost as heady as the smell of his blood that pumped through his heart. She felt his hands slither down her back on to her hips. He lifted her and brought her down hard on his shaft that was hard, erect, and glistened with moisture. 

She let out a grunt of satisfaction as he slipped inside her with ease. Shannon threw back her head, arched her back as she bore down on him. While he panted, she lifted her hips, pulled out, and then pushed down again. In and out, up and down, her hips moved in tandem with the movements of his hands as he directed the rhythm. Now that she’d infused him with her strength, she found him to be a more dynamic lover. His stamina was more and he could keep up with her for a longer period of time.

His hand moved to her belly, glided up and his fingers plucked a nipple, stroking the bud as he gasped under her. Sweat shone on his face, and his hips shook as she rode him hard and good. 

Her breasts heaved as she put her knees down on the grass and maintained the tempo. Bucking and jerking, she felt his penis throb inside her as he shoved deep into her body. Sensations, raw and wild, streamed through her muscles and veins, like molten lava finding its path through a mountainous route. Her skin tingled with need, with desire – and finally, unable to resist anymore, she bent her head and trailed kisses up his chest to the curve of his shoulder.

The wound which she had inflicted the night before was already healed. She kissed it, bared her fangs, and bit his flesh. Blood, warm and salty, gushed out. She gulped down the nectar as it quenched the thirst that burned inside her. As he withered and twisted under her, she drank his blood while her hips moved with the same speed. Her mind stopped working and all she could feel was the scent of the blood on her lips and his hot shaft pulsating inside her.

When the orgasm sizzled through her muscles, she trembled, pulled her lips away from the wound and issued a cry that echoed long after she was done. Bryce came inside her, his semen spilling into her body. Shannon rolled off of him, and lay down on the grass.

She panted. Sanity returned in small doses. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of blood that still lingered in her mouth. “I could have killed you,” she said. “A few minutes more…and maybe, I wouldn’t have stopped until I drained you dry.”

“But you did stop.” He turned over and put his hand on her taut belly.

“Barely in time, Bryce. Each time I drink from you, it gets harder to stop. It’s like a drug and I can’t have enough of it.” She glanced at his wound, the edges of it raw and flushed, the skin puckered where she’d sunk her teeth in. She shuddered to think what could have happened if she hadn’t managed to pull back before it was too late.

What if she killed him one day?

Shannon would never be able to forgive herself if something like that happened. His life was too precious for her to waste it in such a callous manner.

“Let me worry about that,” he told her.

“You don’t understand.” She stood, grabbed her clothes, and wore them. “I can’t do this anymore. If I keep it up, I will kill you one day and I don’t want that on my conscience.”

“And if you don’t do it, I will once again lose my powers. I don’t want that.”

“Is your life more important than your powers?”