Hex and the Single Witch (Vehicle City Vampires) (24 page)

“Let’s go down
there; I would like to talk to you in a more private setting.”

My heart sped up
and my body tingled with excitement. What did he wish to speak to me about
privately? I followed him down the stairs. A sign pointing to the left directed
us to the restrooms but the other way led to a few closed doors. He walked over
to one and tried the handle. Locked. The other one he tried was not. He held
the door open for me and I walked into an office.

I glanced around
the sparsely furnished and dimly lit office. It didn’t look used very often.
The desk was clear, no papers or other personal possessions anywhere.

I turned to look
at Mike. “So why did you want to talk to me all alone?” I asked, playfully
trying to keep the mood light.

“It was getting
loud out there and I wanted to apologize about yesterday in my office…” he
rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I hate crowds. I really hate crowds
filled with them.” He sneered slightly, and I bristled.

“You mean
Others,” I said flatly.

“Vampires. They
give me the creeps, I get this tingling…” he broke off like he realized he’d
told me something personal about himself.

So there was
more to Mike Malone than meets the eye, the Detective was a bit of a sensitive.
“Do you only feel the presence of vampires, or do you feel others as well? Do
you feel different around me?”

He smiled
sexily. “I definitely feel different around you Annie, but it has nothing to do
with you being Other. It has everything to do with you being a woman.”

“Cut the crap,
Malone, you know what I mean,” I said seriously.

He sobered
slightly. “Sorry, no I don’t really feel any of the strange vibes from any
Others, except vampires and demons. Occasionally, a Were will set off my
internal detectors, but that is rare.”

“Well that
explains why you couldn’t tell who on the team is human and who is not since
none of them are vampires or demons. Just so you know there’s a witch, two
weres, and one shapeshifter wear FPD uniforms. And you know there are Others in
the office working dispatch and doing clerical stuff, right?”

“Yeah, I know
who all of the Others are in the P.I.T. crew, but I didn’t know there were
Others on the force that are not part of the crew.”

“So this
internal tingle thing you have…is that what led you to be part of the P.I.T
Crew?” I asked hesitantly. I knew this could become a touchy topic real quick.

He looked at me
like he was ready to come clean about everything. “That’s one reason.”

“And the other
reasons?”

“I’ve had this
radar for as long as I can remember, but I didn’t really know what it was when
I was a kid. I’d get these weird feelings from people sometimes. It creeped me
out, but I didn’t know what to do about it. One night when I was a teenager I
felt it real strong, but I ignored it… until I heard the screams.”

He closed his
eyes and took a deep breath. I made the mistake of reaching out and touching
his hand, he grabbed it and held on. The images hit me hard. A vampire attacked
a pretty young girl and another drank from a beautiful older woman. His sister
and mother. I tried to let go but he wouldn’t release my hand. The pain, the
horror ripped through me. I felt everything he had. The vampires were killing
them. He knew instinctively they were vampires and before he realized what he
was doing, he staked one with the handle of a giant wooden spoon that had hung
on the wall. The other one got away. His sister lived, but his mother did not.

I cried out as
his pain from so long ago hit an unbearable high, he seemed to come out of the
memories and released me.

“Anwyn, I am so
sorry. I forgot you could see it, feel it. I’m sorry, God the horror and the
pain. I just gave it all to you didn’t I?” He reached out but stopped afraid to
touch me again. He backed into the desk and sat down on the edge with his head
in his hands.

My Goddess! The
pain, no wonder he hated vampires so much. “I’m so sorry, Mike. Why didn’t you
tell me? Your mom, your sister…Your sister’s still alive now, right, she’s
okay? Where was your dad?”

“My dad was at
work, he was a cop and yeah, my little sis is still alive and happily married
with two kids. She lives down in Florida now. Figured all that sun would maybe
keep the vampires away. My dad retired several years ago and moved down there
with her. He’s enjoying the fishing and his grand kids.” He smiled sadly.

“You should have
told me why you hate vampires so much. It was during the Hysteria wasn’t it?”
The damn Hysteria ruined and destroyed so many lives all thanks to a bunch of
power hungry vampires and Others who thought it was a good idea to let humans
know they existed. Like the witch hunts, the burning times from before hadn’t
proven that was a bad idea. But, no, they thought a new, modern generation of
humans could handle it.

The Hysteria
proved humans hadn’t evolved much. Of course, neither had the Others.

“Yeah,” he said
into his hands.

“You know I lost
my dad to vampires at the end. At the last battle. The rogues had the humans
all riled up. No one knew what was going on, the riot started and there was
this group of mercenaries, humans killing anything that moved. My dad’s team
tried to get them out of there, but as soon as they realized vampires and
Others were on the police squad the mercenaries decided to wipe everyone out.
My dad was shot and while he was down rogue vampires finished him off.”

“Then how can
you still be close to them?” Mike sneered.

“Humans played
their part in his death too, Mike. Can I shut myself off from the world and
hate everyone? It’s unrealistic. I understand your hate, but they are not all
bad.”

“They all drink
blood. They are monsters designed to kill humans.” His snarl looked ferocious.

I had not
realized his hate ran so deep.

“And humans are
designed to kill animals and each other. Doesn’t mean we all do.” Stubborn man.

“Anwyn, I’m
sorry I can’t look at them the way you do.” He glanced at me then stared at the
floor.

I touched his
face gently and made him look at me. “Mike you can’t carry pain and anger
around with you forever. Believe me, I know. I dragged it around with me for a
long time. I lost both my dad and my mom that night. Even though my mom still
lives and breathes, she’s not the same. But I can’t change it, and I can’t hate
everyone for it. I just have to accept it. I took this job to try and prevent
other kids from growing up with this pain and anger. Isn’t that why you took
this job too? You know we have to fight the bad guys and take help from all the
good guys we can, right?”

“Yeah,” he
muttered.

I caressed his
strong jaw. Goddess, he was a beautiful man. And more complex and tender than I
had thought. I took off his top hat and laid it on the desk so I could run my
fingers through his wild wavy hair. The move startled Mike and he look at me
with a puzzled expression on his face for a moment before heat flared in his
eyes.

As soon as I saw
the flames in his eyes my body responded. A burning need rose inside me, an
ache suddenly needed to be filled.

Mike’s
expression changed into one that promised deliciously wicked things. Hot damn.

I pressed my
body between his legs and leaned in to kiss him. His arms wrapped around me and
pulled me closer as his mouth covered mine with intense kisses. He coaxed my
lips apart and pushed his tongue inside me, demanding my tongue dance with his.

As we kissed
passionately I pushed at his coat and vest trying to find a way to undo his
pants while he fumbled with the lacings of my corset top. Unfortunately, our
nineteenth century attire proved very cumbersome. He finally got frustrated
enough he picked me up and deposited me on the desk. He pushed my long skirt up
around my waist with one hand while he furiously tore at the opening to his
trousers with the other.

Once his hard
cock sprang free he stopped for a moment to look at me.

“My God Annie,
you’re so beautiful.” He took in the old fashioned black garter belt and lace
top stockings. I had updated them with a thong; Mel had tried to convince me to
go sans panties. There was no way I could go without any underwear at all so at
the last moment I had slid a black lace thong over the garters. The thong he
now yanked at to get out of the way.

I helped him get
it off and leaned back on the desk to give him a better view of what I looked
like minus the little strip of black lace.

He licked his
lips and smiled in a way that was so utterly male and filled with sexual
promises my body began to thrum with energy and desire. I wanted him, I wanted
this beautiful man to be on me, in me, taking me to heights of pleasure I had
only dreamed of.

I grabbed him by
his coat and pulled him closer to me, close enough his erection teased my hot
opening making me tense in anticipation. But he didn’t enter me. Instead he
leaned over and kissed me.

So tender and
sweet and full of promises, I sighed and melted into him. The friction of our
heated bodies added more fuel to the fire blazing between us and soon the kiss
became deeper and more passionate.

I gasped against
his lips as he thrust his hips forward plunging his thick erection into me in
one smooth motion. His breath came out as a moan of ecstasy when he slid all
the way inside me, stretching me as my body struggled to accept his size. It
only took a few brief moments for me to join him in ecstatic pleasure.

I leaned back on
the desk and pulled him to me, needing him closer. I thrust my hips up and out
to meet his, encouraging him to go deeper into me. I wrapped my heels around
his hips and buried my face into his chest. His scent filled me, his manhood
thrilled me, he was inside me, and I still wanted more. I wished we could be
completely naked together, our bare skin touching everywhere, letting us
connect even further.

As I held him
tight, my body began to respond to the exquisite caresses of his cock inside
me. I tightened around him and let the wave crash inside me, through me, out of
me. I cried out as I came and within seconds he followed my lead. I may have
started first but we finished together in a beautiful blend of orgasmic
shudders and quick kisses.

 The coupling
had been fast, beautiful and full of heat and comfort.

As I came out of
my love drunk-daze a thought popped into my head. “Mike, I read you, your
memories. I saw them as visions.”

His sated look
turned troubled. “I’m really sorry, Anwyn, I was caught up in my memories and
let my guard down forgetting for a moment you could see them, feel them. I
didn’t mean for you to feel pain.” He pulled away from my body and tried to
tuck himself back into his Victorian attire.

“You let your
guard down, which means you let down the shields you were trained to use.” I
sat up on the desk smoothing my skirt down. “All this time I figured you being
able to shield was just another cop thing, like cop-face, because almost all
you guys do it. I rarely get anything from any of you. I’ve never even felt a
twitch from you before, at least not until tonight. Who trained you?”

He didn’t look
like he was going to tell me. I wasn’t surprised. He hadn’t exactly been
forthcoming about anything else up to this point.

“My uncle,
Markus.”

“And let me
guess, he’s a hunter.”

“Yeah, I guess
it runs in the family. My mom’s side. Not everyone inherits the ability. My mom
knew nothing about it. Maybe if she had…or if I had known before the attack… but
Markus was never around, it wasn’t until the funeral he found out I had the
ability.”

“Come on Mike;
don’t go thinking about things that can’t be changed again.”

His eyes looked
so haunted. He was a million miles away. I touched him softly to bring him back
to this world. He looked blankly at me for a moment then a flicker went through
his eyes and he was back.

“You’re right. I
just wish Markus would have been around when I was younger, trained me from the
beginning when I was a kid like he did with my cousin Tony. Of course, the only
reason he trained Tony was because vampires killed both of his parents.”

“Where are
Markus and Tony now?” I asked. We could use the tracking skills of two vampire
hunters in Flint with a serial killing vampire on the loose.

“I have no idea.
I haven’t heard from either of them since 2005. But that’s not unusual, we were
never close.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No worries, it
is what it is.”

I wanted to
cheer him up, make him think about something else. Get back to where we were
before we took a wrong turn down memory lane. So I leaned into him and gave him
a kiss. As I pulled away an odd look was on his face. Surprise maybe? Then a
silly grin crooked his mouth as he straightened up and worked on righting the
rest of his clothes. He tried to tuck everything back into his fitted trousers,
but the tight pants did not want to accommodate his still erect cock. “So this
wasn’t a spell or anything this time was it? I mean this was actually just you
and me, no metaphysical, paranormal bullshit involved right? Just a man and a
woman making love?”