Tag, The Vampire's Game (5 page)

Taped securely under the large oak coffee table, which sat in the middle of room was a revolver. She walked a few steps leaned down and retrieved the revolver from its hiding place. A bullet may not kill a vampire, but if shot in the right area of the body it would hurt like hell, giving her enough time to retrieve a stake to finish the bastard off. While Lance had been her focus over the past year; there were many vampires that knew of her and any number that would be more than happy to kill off a hunter simply for sport.

Cautiously she made her way toward the kitchen, being sure to keep her back close to the wall. The same principle applied here as it did in Lance's house earlier, if she was going to be attacked it was going to be head on where she'd have a fighting chance. She ensured that everywhere she lived there was minimal furniture and minimal nooks and crannies for someone or something to hide in. She made it to the kitchen, flipped on the light and surveyed the room. She immediately noticed her busted kitchen door window.

With care, she made her way to the door. It had been smashed in, there was no blood but normally someone would have covered their hand anyhow to avoid being cut. The door had been unlocked by the intruder, who had left it unlocked on their way out. That is if they did leave.

She opened the door and surveyed the large, fenced in backyard. Nothing seemed out of place, and no footprints in the soft soil outside her doorstep. An owl hooted from somewhere to her left and there was a symphony of chirping crickets, but other than that, all was quiet.

She made her way back into the house, locking the door behind her. Carefully she removed the shards of glass from the broken window and deposited them into the waste can. She would tend to them a little better in the morning. Once the glass was removed she rummaged through a kitchen drawer produced some plastic wrap and duct tape to do a quick fix type of repair. Once done she stood back and studied her work. It would do until the morning at least.

She seriously doubted that anyone would be still in the house but she still went through the effort of checking each room completely. As she walked into the bedroom she stopped suddenly in her tracks. The bow and her arrows lay on her bed waiting for her to come home and find them.

Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to escape. She wiped them with the back of her hand. Why? Why would he return them to her? She placed the revolved on her dresser and walked over to the bed. Picking up the bow, her fingers traced the detailed designs carved into the ivory. Each of her ancestors names, those that were hunters and have now passed on were all engraved in the bow, along with the family crest. She clutched the bow to her chest, thankful she didn't have to deal with Lance to get it back.

She sat on her bed, still holding the bow to her chest. She was done with hunting him.

That was the only way, the best way to escape these undesired feelings for him. She would move. She had heard rumours that there were vampire sightings throughout New England. She would move across the country to the east coast, get as many miles between her and Lance as possible.

It's the only way,
she told herself
.

Lance watched her from his perch in the tree. He didn't expect her reaction to seeing the bow to be so...endearing. Perhaps now she'd see he wasn't all
that
bad. He did return to her the instrument that left a good sized hole in his chest. That had to account for something didn't it?

He wished that he was one of those vampires with "superpowers." He could outrun any vampire that he knew of; except of course the Queen, but she was an ancient so as far as he was concerned didn't count. Some could read the minds of humans. God, he'd kill for that power. When it came to cool vampire powers, he got royally screwed.

Should he go knocking on her door? Let her come to him? Would she come to him? For that matter would she give up trying to kill him after what happened tonight? He laughed quietly to himself, perhaps she try harder to kill him now. He had seen the markings on her bow, knew she came from a strong line of hunters. That would be hard to turn your back on.

She must have decided that she was safe since she began to undress. He watched, feeling like a peeping tom, but too enthralled to look away. He had to shift positions on the tree, to make himself more comfortable since he was starting to feel his cock awakening as he watched. He'd been all too tempted, many a night, to sit there pull it out and jack himself off as he watched her, but sitting her like a stalker was creepy enough.

Pleasuring himself while watching her crossed the line in his mind. Besides, he'd much rather feel her hands on his cock then his own.

Gina finished undressing and tossed her clothing into the hamper by the door. Laundry was yet another thing on her to-do list for tomorrow. She normally would have thrown on a nightshirt of some sort to sleep in but not tonight, she was too exhausted, mentally, physically and emotionally. Perhaps things will make more sense in the morning.

A clap of thunder rolled over the sky, then a flash of lightning. A storm was brewing and it was going to be nasty. Lance jumped down from the tree limb. A bolt of lightening wouldn't kill him but it sure wouldn't feel too good he reckoned. Either way he didn't intend to find out.

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Gina rolled over and glanced at the clock on her night table. It was 5am. She'd been trying to sleep for close to two hours now. A combination of the thunderstorm and the insistent dreams involving Lance kept her waking up. She kept seeing his face, feeling his cool, hard body. His breath on her pussy. Each time she'd fall to sleep the dreams of him would start up, they seemed to plagued her.

She couldn't take it anymore. She was going to leave, she had decided that last night, but she needed to see him once more. Just needed to clear things up with him. Thank him for returning her the bow. It was the least she could do she reasoned with herself.

She got dressed quickly, in plain grey running pants, a t-shirt and overcoat. She let her hair remain loose, falling down her back in dark waves. She was about to grab her bow but then realized she wasn't going to use it, doubted she would be able to use it on him ever again. She grabbed her keys on the way out, then made a bolt for the SUV, pulling the overcoat up over her head to avoid her hair getting too wet. She sat in the driver's seat of the car for a few minutes, considering her decision to go see him. As much as she wanted to
think
it was glamour that made her react to him as she did earlier tonight deep down she knew that wasn't it at all. She wanted it to happen, wanted him.

At this hour the streets were virtually deserted, which enabled her to make it across town in record time. Within 20 minutes she was pulling up into his driveway. His house was dark and quiet, as it had been earlier the previous evening. She sat in his driveway with the motor still running, contemplating her actions.

What was she going to say? What did she expect was going to happen? More importantly, what did she
want
to happen?

"Damn," she turned the Grand Cherokee off, tossed the keys in the pocket of her overcoat, got out of the vehicle and headed towards the front door. She paused at the front door for a moment, took a deep breath and knocked loudly. No response. She waited a minute and knocked again, this time loud enough that it wouldn't have surprised her if she woke the neighbours.

Say thank you and leave, that's all you're going to do. Say thank you and leave,
she repeated over and over to herself.

She heard movement and jumped back as the door swung open. Her breath caught as she caught a glimpse of him standing in the doorway. He looked especially sexy to her.

His blond hair out of place, telling that he had been sleeping before she got there. The sight of his finely defined pale chest and six pack abs made her want to reach out and run her hands over them. Perhaps even slip her hands into the waistband of the satin lounge pants that he was wearing. They were set so low on his waist that you couldn't help but look further down to the bulge under the waistband of his pants.

She had been so busy wondering how his cock would feel against her, in her, that she didn't even notice him speaking to her until he snapped his fingers in front of her face a couple of times.

"Umm... Gina?" he snapped them again, trying to catch her eye. "Have you been drinking?"

"Oh-oh. No. Sorry. I was just," she sighed. "Can I come in?"

"Well it is a refreshing change to have you come in through my front door this time, what's the occasion?" He stepped back, allowing her entry into his living room.

She spun around to look to look at him, taking a deep breath as she did. "Listen I came to say thank you."

He didn't respond simply waited for her to continue.

She was nervous and slightly embarrassed. The sight of him kept bringing up images and thoughts that she preferred not to indulge in, especially with a vampire.

"That bow was... Important to me, so I am grateful for its return," she hesitated before fleeing for the door.

He stopped her.

In one quick step be blocked her exit, his large build filling the doorway.

"You came over here at," he glanced over her shoulder to the grandfather clock across the room. "Almost 5:30 in the morning to thank me?"

"Well I couldn't sleep without coming here. Now I have. So I need to go." She motioned with her hand for him to move aside so she could pass.

"That was the
only
reason," his eyes gleamed with amusement mixed with a raw lust.

He reached out and brushed the side of her face with the back of his hand.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment to bask in his touch. Just the touch of his cool hand against her face in combination to the scent of his cologne stirred the now familiar feelings of desire within her. Heat began to emerge between her legs. Those feelings were horribly hard to ignore now.

He took a step forward closing the distance between them. Leaning down his lips grazed hers lightly, teasing, as his fingers found their way into her long black locks, then trailed down to skim the nape of her neck.

"Tell me why your
really
here Gina," he whispered in her ear. His breath on her ear and neck sent shivers down her spine. His other hand snaked its way around her waist and drew her into him. She moaned in anticipation, her pussy growing wetter by the second as the anticipation built.

"To thank you," she chocked. She placed her palms against him chest, his skin was so smooth, chest so hard. She attempted to push herself away from him, but he held tight to her.

She couldn't gather the willpower to do anything but touch him, feel him, explore every part of his body. She had been deceiving herself earlier, it wasn't a glamour he had put on her, and the attraction wasn't due to a faulty amulet. It was him. He had a magnetism that she could no longer deny herself.

He laughed quietly. He knew why she had come. She couldn't sleep for the same reason he couldn't, the memory of what happened earlier was too intense in both their minds.

She had run off scared but she didn't fool him, he knew she wanted and needed him as much as he of her.

He moved aside and took a second to close the still open front door.

She froze for a moment.
Leave now or it'll be too late,
She mind warned her but she wasn't interested in listening to reason. The only thing she was listening to now was her body and her body needed his touch, his mouth, his growing shaft. She reached down and grasped his cock outside of his pants. He was already erect but growing larger at her touch.

He growled, a deep primal noise that excited her further. In one swift movement he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the black velvet chaise towards the back of the living room. He laid her down carefully, as if she were the most precious, fragile thing he had ever handled. He was about to lay down next to her when she sat up and put up a hand to stop him.

"Wait," she commanded with a devilish look on her face.

She reached out cupped his hard, tight ass in her hands, pulling him closer to her. She looked down at his cock, the head was peeping out from under the waistband. She swiftly undid the tie to his pants and pushed them down to his ankles exposing him. Her pussy ached to feel it in her, to feel it stretch her, until she cried out for mercy, but that would need to wait. For now.

With one hand she grasped his hardened member, while the other gently, yet firmly, took hold of his balls. She began stroking him, starting off slowly but the motions became increasingly frantic.

"Mmm, Gina," he moaned his body trembling as he watched her stroking him. He let out a second louder moan when she replaced her hand on his cock with her mouth. He buried his hands in the back of her head as he began fucking her mouth.

Hearing his moans. Feeling his need as Lance thrust his hard cock into her mouth had her aching to have him in her. In and out, faster and harder. He thrust into her mouth as she licked and sucked his penis, as she teased his balls with her free hand.

Suddenly he pulled himself out of her mouth. Taking a deep breath to help control himself, he looked down at her, heated lust in his eyes. He pulled her shirt over her head and pants down over her hips.

His eyes explored her naked body hungrily as she lay on her back waiting for him. Her dark hair partially covering her breasts, her large, hard pink nipples peeking out from under her hair. Her legs spread wide, one leg draped over each side of the chaise exposing her shaved, lush pink pussy.

Watching him drink her body in with his eyes thrilled her. She had never felt so sexy or so wanted in her life. It made her want him more if that was at all possible. She reached out to him, beackoning for him to kneel between her spread legs. He obliged.

Carefully, he lay over her, between her legs, crushing her warm soft breasts under his cool, hard chest. His lips found hers with a desire stronger than either had ever experienced before. His hard cock rubbed against her swollen clit causing her to buck under him, wanting, needing more. His hand traveled its way between their bodies to her pussy. Parting her pussy lips, which were drenched from her excitement he found her clit, rubbing, pinching it causing her to wrap her arms around his waist, digging her nails into his back as she fought to keep control of herself.