Misty (17 page)

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He wanted her to ask for more. He wanted to give her anything. He watched her move over to the other area where the sundries were for sale. His eyes couldn’t get enough of her. Like a serious, overprotective, dangerous male, he looked around to see who was also watching her.

Fortunately, for life and limb, no one was staring with desire at his female. He watched her as he thought about the phone call. Now he had a bigger problem. He was going to have to protect her from someone stronger than a couple of rogue Vamps on the prowl. He wondered who was behind the approach from the Council group. He felt he still had some allies in Rome but he needed to get somewhere that would be safe, where he had some chance of calling on extra muscle to protect her.

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She walked over to the end counter, looking at the meager display. The young girl helped her get a comb, brush, and deodorant. She looked at t-shirts. She needed one that would fit loose since she didn’t have a bra, and that was heavy enough so that the color of her nipples wouldn’t show. She found a dark blue in a man’s size and bought it. She found a toothbrush, toothpaste, and baby powder.

She went back to the restroom and freshened up
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brushed her teeth and hair, applied the deodorant and shook baby powder into her panties. She put on the large dark shirt and decided that was all she could do. When she came out the food was on the table, a small steak, green beans, Jell-O for dessert. She choked down some of the food, but with him watching her she couldn’t eat much. As he paid he picked up a drink to go that he had evidently ordered earlier.

“I’ll drive,” he said as they approached the car. He handed her the drink container and walked around the car. She got in, put the drink in a cup holder and belted up.

“You need to keep your strength up, drink the smoothie.” This was all said as the car moved out into the night traffic. Soon he again had the vehicle over the speed limit.

She looked at the cup, went ahead and picked it up. She took a couple of sips and set the cup back down.

“Finish it.” Uh-oh, command voice was back.

She looked over at him. “Why, am I going to be running a marathon?”

The crooked smile spread on his face and was a little wicked.

“What?” This time she let her anger shield her fear.

The really sexy velvet voice was there, low and quiet and reaching inside her body. “You will need your strength when we get to my home, because I will take your blood and I intend to fuck you in ways you cannot imagine, until you scream in pleasure.”

She felt a tightness in her chest as the soft words sank into her brain. She fought to breathe and she felt pain as she became aware she had dug her fingernails into her hands. She thought of only one thing to say. “You can’t. You said no one can unless I agree.”

His smile was larger now but he did not look at her. “You already agreed. That was when you made one big mistake. You put your blood in another. I drank from that woman. I drank your blood and that gives me access to you. You still can say no to any other Vampire in the world except me. You are mine, and I intend to enjoy every inch of you and your blood. Especially your very special blood, because it seems that it might increase my powers. Oh yes, you are going to need your strength. Besides you owe me for forcing me to chase all over the country, chasing you like a bounty hunter. And that woman you put your blood in, it was like drinking from a sewer. I will have to think of something very special that you can do for me to help erase that memory.”

She sat in shock. She didn’t know what to say or how to process what he was saying. On top of the whole threat of this Vampire biting her was a heat forming inside her. What the hell was wrong with her? It must be something he was doing, because she couldn’t believe that she actually was being turned on by the thought of having sex with him. “What if I don’t want to have sex with you?”

He looked over at her. “Who are you trying to convince, me or you?” Then his eyes were back on the road.

She sat and just allowed panic to take over. She thought of every scenario she could run through her mind, but none got her out of this mess. She just knew that she didn’t want to end up in some old moss covered mansion in New Orleans with this Vampire, because she had a feeling that if anyone could make her scream in pleasure, it would be him, and she didn’t want to get into that situation.

The scenery had become heavy with pine tree forests and very little habitat. Traffic started piling up and as they came over a small hill there were lots of emergency lights. There were cop cars, and a couple of big rigs off to one side. There were flares and all vehicles were being funneled into one lane.

Suddenly she felt it, the Vamp alarm. “Rad, I feel Vampires.”

He looked over at her. “How close?” He was already looking for an area in the clogged traffic to turn around. A cop was at her side of the car.

“Rad, he is a Vampire.” She flinched back as the cop pushed his hand through the glass with no effort.

“Hang on.” Rad turned the car into the cop and threw him sideways as the car pulled around the formation of cars ahead of them, running fast towards the flares and the disabled trucks pulled off the road. There were a couple more men in front of the car. Rad treated the powerful vehicle like he was in a demolition derby. He headed towards the right and ran into the tall grass. Someone pulled a cop car into the grass ahead of their vehicle. At the last minute he turned the car so that it slammed into the other car on his side to save her.

Someone was pulling her out of the car. She knew by the strength that it was a Vampire. She felt someone fly past her from the car
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it was Rad. He took out the man who had her and she saw the man go down, then turn into dust.

Rad was taking no prisoners. She stood by the car not knowing what to do, but she felt probably staying still and keeping her back safe was the best choice. In the flashing red and blue lights she saw several other cops and men moving up on Rad, but he was moving so fast that she could not be certain where he was. He seemed to just disappear. She knew he was taking a toll on their numbers as she saw bodies fall. Some seemed to lie and hold a wound, but there were others that fell and turned instantly into dust.

She looked over and saw a very lovely woman standing by a car several feet away. The woman seemed to be motioning to her. Maybe it would be safer in that direction, because it did seem to be away from the fighting. She slowly moved back along the wrecked car, inching around the truck without taking her eyes off the fighting. She finally made her way over to the smiling woman.

“Are you okay?” The woman asked. “You weren’t hurt in the crash?”

Misty looked at her and was a little surprised that the woman did not seemed interested at the fight scene that was going on behind them.

“No, I didn’t get hurt. I am fine.” Misty opened her eyes wider. The Vampire alarm had been going off, but she had thought it was the fight. Something was wrong here. The woman reached out and wrapped her hand around Misty’s arm and she knew. The grip was hard and cold. The woman was a Vampire. She started to pull back but this woman was also strong and she had no effect. Shit.

The woman spoke and her voice carried over the noise of the fight scene. “I have the woman. Surrender, Rad.”

The fight took on a different pattern. Two men had Rad between them. They brought him over. Someone opened the back doors of one of the rigs. She was hauled up the back ramp into the trailer. There were chairs, tables and a couple of barred cages inside the trailer, all bolted to the wooden floor.

Rad walked in with several men behind him. The woman looked at him as she spoke in a voice of authority to her men. “Clean up the mess out there, erase any memories that need it and get the traffic moving.”

Two of the men
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Misty knew they were Vampires
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left the trailer, shutting the doors behind them. The woman looked at Rad. “What am I going to do with you?” Misty thought the woman looked like she would like to eat him, toe to top.

“You’d better kill me now, Vasa, because that is what I am going to do to you before this is over.” This was a different voice, a deadly voice from deep inside Rad.

Chapter Thirteen

Misty looked at him. He still looked big and so powerful. She did not feel so threatened at this moment.

“Oh, Rad, you are such a fool. So we can’t feed on her, but we can take her blood in other ways. There are ways to control Vampires that get too big for their own good. We did it to Bathromo. Maybe it is time to take you down a notch or two.” The woman’s voice held command also.

The woman, Vasa, looked over at Misty. She looked back at Rad. “Help him remove his jacket.”

Two men moved, but he held his hands up, unzipped the jacket and pulled it off. He was an amazing figure with that large tanned chest. The woman walked up and ran a red fingernail over his chest and with her other hand she suddenly plunged a small stud into his right shoulder just below the bone. A small trickle of blood made a line down to his nipple. He stumbled, reached for the stud and fell forward on his face.

“Put them in the cages.” The woman didn’t look at either of them as she left the trailer.

Misty didn’t resist but watched in shock and dismay as they threw Rad into his cage. He just crumbled on the floor. She felt the movement as the truck started. There were only two Vampires in the trailer with them. She sat down on the floor, hanging onto the bars next to Rad’s cage, and looked at him. He did not seem to be breathing. At last she saw him roll over on his back. He opened his eyes but they were black, not pale blue. He seemed so weak and unable to focus.

In a whisper she said his name, but he did not answer. They rode this way for the better part of an hour. The two Vampires seemed to have closed down. They had moved to where they sitting on the floor with their backs propped up against the sidewalls opposite of each other and their eyes were closed. Their only movement was the shaking of their body from the movement of the truck.

She whispered his name again. She saw him move his head towards her. He moved his mouth but she could not hear anything and she did not understand. She kept her voice in a whisper. “I don’t know what you want.” She moved closer to the bars and reached through to him.

He moved his mouth again and she understood what he wanted because she could see two long incisors protruding down. He wanted her blood. Oh God, she couldn’t do this. But he had said her blood might increase his powers. Could she do it? And what would happen later, if he did get them free and they got to New Orleans?

She looked at the two resting Vampires and felt, deep inside, that she really didn’t have a choice. She pushed her arm in further and turned it over, laying her wrist by his mouth, but nothing happened. He was too weak to raise his head to bite. She drew her arm back and looked around.

She saw the small knife in his boot. They were so confident of whatever it was that they had done to immobilize him, that they hadn’t even taken his weapons. Moving slowly, she leaned forward and pulled out the knife. She placed it over her wrist. It was at this point that she found out she was a coward. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and drew the knife over her wrist. She was not prepared for the knife being so sharp. It was so sharp that the pain did not sit in for several seconds as she watched the blood start flowing around the wound.

She sucked in more air to get up her courage, then quickly pushed her arm into Rad’s cage, placing the bloody cut over his mouth. She felt his lips move and the tongue slid out. It took a minute for him to raise up one arm and grab her wrist. She felt the bite. Now she panicked, as she felt the heat and the sex. It spread all through her body from the arm to her brain then to her breasts and to her very special female organs, both inside and out. The muscles in her stomach and thighs tightened like rubber bands drawn.

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Rad was in pain. The silver stud placed just above his heart was meant to keep him alive but totally incapacitated. It was a tool that had been used for centuries. It could hold without killing the weakest to the strongest of those sentenced to an everlasting life of night, and it gripped him helplessly as he looked at her through the bars that separated them.

But then the most amazing action happened, and it was all her. He watched through the pain as she found the will power to place her arm through the bars and to his lips. Damn, it was so sweet on his lips, but he was too powerless to bite. His teeth did not even protrude far enough. He watched through a red haze as she moved down and pulled the small knife from his boot. He lay, unable to move, unable to believe what he was seeing. She sliced her wrist and placed the cut to his lips. The nectar dripped to his tongue and he felt a jolt throughout his entire system.

His teeth immediately sprang out with a need to have more of that healing sweet fluid. His lips pulled like sucking at his mother’s breast as a babe. Strength came and he grabbed on to drink, pulling like a drug addict getting a high kick from cocaine. Except it was strength, heat, and power. It was extra cells in his brain, better sight, clearer hearing, and stronger muscles. Everything that made him a Vampire was increased as her blood soared through him.