The Vampire's Lover (2 page)

Scarface turned around, frantically eyeing his surroundings.
‘One-Eye!’ he screamed. ‘We weren’t going to hurt the girl – really we weren’t! Just stop this and talk to me! We can sort this out. And even if we did take a little bite, she’s only a human. She’s just a drunk human! There’s no need for this. We can still work together, I’m sure. Let’s just sit down as men and discuss this, and then -’

He fell to his knees – or, Abby noticed a moment later, he fell onto bloody stumps where his knees used to be. His lower-legs were joining Trenchcoat’s heart. Abby stumbled to her feet and was sick, her stomach clenching painfully, and then made to leave the alley. But it all must’ve been too much for her – she collapsed. The last thing she knew before losing consciousness was the smell of blood.

****

She awoke with her mouth dry and her head pounding – and for a moment she couldn’t remember what had happened the night before. Then it all came back to her. She didn’t have time to wonder where she was as she leant over and was sick all over the wooden floor. She was sick twice more and then lay back and breathed heavily. She lay on her back for a long time and thought about the craziness of the day before, and then she started to look around her.

She was in a bare-stone room with a letterbox window set high in one wall – the sun shone into the room in a wedge. The room was empty but for the bed she lay on, and the walls were smooth and grey and the floor was brown. There wasn’t a door but an empty doorway, through which she could see a shower set in the corner of another bare-stone wooden-floored room. She struggled to her feet and undressed and showered, and then brushed her teeth with a sealed toothbrush that had been left by the sink. She looked at herself in the mirror – there were bags under her eyes and her face was a little pale, but other than that she looked normal. That was strange, she thought – nothing about this was normal.

She wanted desperately to know who had taken her but there were no hints. She was ravenous with hunger but there was no food. After a couple of hours she climbed back into bed and passed out.

****

She saw his eye first. It peered down at her as she opened hers. It was blue and red and green all at once, and that frightened her – even though it
was beautiful. It was kind and hard and strong and weak all at once. She froze as she took in the rest of him – his other eye was a ragged wound, his chin was sharp and so were his cheekbones, and his jaw was well-defined. He was clean-shaven and smiled down at her – and when he smiled she saw the same jagged teeth the men in the alley had had.

‘
Hello,’ he said. His voice was kind and relaxed her a little, despite the madness of the situation.

She leaned up and brought her knees to her chest and hugged them. There was a chair in the room that hadn’t been there before and a lamp shone out from the corner – the letterbox window showed only darkness. One-Eye sat down on the chair and said,
‘I am glad they didn’t hurt you.’

He was wearing a baggy t-shirt that showed the top of his chest and a pair of black jeans. His hair was black and fell to his shoulder in curls.
‘I am too,’ she said.

‘
Would you like to know what happened?’

‘
Will you tell me the truth?’

‘
Of course.’

‘
Then I would.’

He leaned back and stroked his chin thoughtfully and then spoke:
‘Those three men were vampires, and I, too, am a vampire – well, that is how you would know us, anyway. We have old names that are no longer used and before that we didn’t have any names, but that is beside the point. We are preternatural beings. We drink blood, move fast, and sunlight hurts us. I was going to meet with those men to discuss a truce between our two factions. I am part of a faction that bans the drinking of human blood, and they are part of one that encourages it. But I couldn’t think of meeting and talking with them when I heard what they intended to do to you. I would say that you were lucky I was there – but it was only because I was there that they were.’

Abby took all this in and none of it made sense to her. She focused on something else – something immediate and concr
ete of which she could make sense. ‘Why did you bring me here?’

He had been looking her in the eye, but now he looked away. At length he said,
‘I honestly do not know. There was something about you, I suppose, that made me want to meet you and hear your voice.’ After a pause he added: ‘You are very beautiful.’

She was taken aback by this and simultaneously
realized that he was very beautiful too. There’d been a heat rising within her the whole time they’d been speaking – a heat she’d attributed to fear or anxiety or some other negative emotion – but now she knew that it was lust. It was foreign and new and exciting and she tried her best to push away any feelings of nervousness – but was unsuccessful.

Impulsively, without thought, she blurted out:
‘I am a virgin and somebody tried to rape me yesterday.’

He nodded shortly and stood up.
‘I was wondering,’ he said, ‘if you would not consider staying here awhile? I would like to get to know you better.’

She thought about it and told him that she had work – but he told her that he was old and
had systems in place that could make it so that she didn’t ever have to work again if she didn’t want to, or could take as much time off as she wanted. She was still shaken up and agreed that that would be nice. He brought in a television and a box full of books, and she felt much safer than she had only a few minutes ago.

****

Over the next few weeks she and One-Eye – she had asked him for his real name, but he’d said it was long and hard to pronounce – grew very close. She spent most of her time reading, and he’d come in and they’d have lazy discussions about books. He thought that The Beautiful and Damned was Fitzgerald’s best work and she cried out at this that it had to be The Great Gatsby – he said that that book was too full of symbolism and not characters, and they agreed to disagree.

When they weren’t discussing literature they spoke of themselves. Abby learnt lots about One-Eye – he was old, older than she could comprehend, he said. He had fought in dozens of wars and loved hundreds of women and spent thousands of nights just staring up at the stars. She wasn’t jealous of his past – in fact, it rather increased his value in her eyes.

She told him about growing up and how she’d always been nervous and unloved. She’d been an unattractive child and an unattractive teenager and only recently had men started to show interest in her. He smiled, stroked her face, and said that her mind was beautiful, and she smiled back.

Some nights – he’d always come at night – they’d lie in bed together. He never tried to push for anything more. At first she’d been tense with nerves, but now she was comfortable and sometimes only wore
her underwear and he his boxer shorts – all the better for feeling closer to each other.

She lost herself in a world that wasn’t real and didn’t feel part of humanity. All she knew were books and One-Eye, and it was perfect. She
marveled at the odd series of events that had brought her here, and one night when they were in bed together she decided that she wanted something more from life – she decided that she had been missing out on something vital and decided to rectify that.

****

They were lying in bed and she was listening to the beating of his heart when he looked down at her and said, ‘You’re perfect.’

There was something wonderful about the way he said it – something that told her that he truly meant it, even if she didn’t believe it. His eye burning a fierce red and she leaned up and whispered in his ear:
‘I’m ready.’

He grabbed the back of her head and guided her mouth to his, and he kissed her forcefully and passionately – she let out a moan of pleasure as his tongue whirled around in her mouth. His body was hot against hers – her nipples hardened and brushed up against his muscular rock-hard chest. He turned on his side and so did she and he wrapped his arms around her and pressed their bodies close together. She felt his cock pressing at her insistently through his
boxer shorts – it rubbed up and down her clit, through her thin panties. She moaned and rocked with the motion of his thrusts, and she was hot and tingly and spectroscopic ecstasy coursed through her.

He nudged her so that she was lying on her back and kissed her neck. She craned it to the side and
savored the warm wetness of his lips. He bit her and licked her and then moved his hand down her body. With one expert motion he undid the clasp of her bra and rubbed her breasts. He palmed them at first, massaging the flesh and moving it this way and that – and when she moaned and her nipples were really hard he grabbed one and tweaked it. She moaned out louder and bit her lip, and he stared down at her intensely. His non-eye didn’t bother her – it just made the other multicolored one look more magical.

She
grabbed his long black hair, pulled his mouth towards her, and closed her eyes as her body filled with warmth. Her clit was aching longingly now and her body felt like it was on fire. He was still rubbing her breasts, and as he kissed her he breathed raggedly and urgently. She nudged at his hand and he moved down her body, caressing her stomach and then rubbing her clean-shaven pussy.

She almost screamed as he rubbed her clit. He pressed his finger down hard and rubbed it side to side and up and down. He broke off the kiss and put his other finger in her mouth.
‘Suck it,’ he said. ‘Pretend it’s my cock.’

She took the finger and grabbed his arm and bobbed her head up and down on it, moaning as he rubbed her clit faster. She stared into his face as she sucked, wide-eyed. He seemed to like that – he slipped a finger inside of her and went deep and rubbed her
sweet spot. She sucked his finger faster and he fingered her faster and all she knew for a few moments was blissful euphoria. As he fingered he pressed his thumb down on her clit and moved it subtly – her body contorted and her clit and her g-spot got hotter and hotter until all she knew was heat.

She opened her mouth and One-Eye put another finger in and she bit down on them reflexively.
‘Bite harder,’ he said. ‘Bite down on them harder.’

She bit down as hard as he could and he groaned and put another finger inside of her. He fingered her harder and harder, going in and out of her fast and hard and then everything paused and she couldn’t think or hear or see – and then the anticipation released and she shuddered and screamed out loudly:
‘Oh . . . fuck.’

He smiled and took his fingers out of her mouth and kissed her again. She grabbed his head with both of her hands and kissed him hard on the lips, mashing their teeth together hungrily. She broke off the kiss – a sudden urge took hold of her.
‘Bite me,’ she said, baring her neck. ‘Really bite me.’

‘
Are you sure?’ he said.

As he spoke she could see his teeth – shiny white and jagged. She nodded.
‘I’m sure,’ she said.

He grabbed her hair and yanked her head painful
ly to the side. She screamed – a strange mixture of pain and pleasure came over her. He leaned down and she could feel his hot breath on her neck and then nothing but blinding pain. A white-hot heat seared into her mind and then she felt blood pulsing out of her and into him. He moaned and she looked down and saw that she had taken off his boxer shorts – he was stroking himself up and down. His cock was big and hard and she could see a large vein on one side.

She let her head go limp and he reached down and shoved three fingers inside of her. She was wet – wetter than she believed was possible – and his fingers slid in, and when he wiggled them the slight pain was offset by the otherworldly pleasure. She was feeling woozy now. One-Eye broke off the bite and when he looked down at her his eye was burning blue and his mouth was red. She kissed him on the lips and felt her own blood cover her face. His arm was pumping – his fingers pounding in and out of her and hitting her
sweet spot – and when she grabbed his arm it was muscular and hard and sweat-covered.

She wriggled out of her panties so that she was naked and then reached down and grabbed his cock. It hardened in her hand and she jerked it up and down fast. He threw his head back and howled – and she jerked him faster and he howled louder. Abruptly her body contorted and pleasure w
ashed over her in a release – she rubbed One-Eye faster, wanting to give him the same pleasure he was giving her.

‘
Tell me – what – what – you want,’ she moaned.

‘
Do what I say,’ he said.

She nodded and bit her lip and he stood up by the side of the bed.
‘Open your mouth wide and don’t let your head fall back,’ he said – his voice was deep and intense.

She nodded again and did as he commanded, and he grabbed the back of her head and put his cock into her mouth, and then thrust in and out of her hard. His cock hit the back of her throat and soon the small room was filled with the sound of her choking and gasping – and her mouth was full of pre-come and spit.

‘Rub your virgin pussy,’ he said. ‘Rub it and make yourself come.’

She reached down and slid two fingers both sides of her clit and then moved her hand up and down – brushing her clit lightly with each movement. She kept her mouth open wide and rubbed herself and then slipped a finger inside of her wet pussy and wiggled it around. She moaned as she coughed and he grabbed her hair in bunches and twisted it – yanking on it as he fucked her mouth. She moved her tongue around as his cock slid into her. His breathing was
labored and droplets of sweat fell from his hair and landed on her as he moved.