The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (20 page)

Ana hadn’t awoke yet, and he was there, warm and inviting,
his big strong hands working her into another orgasm.  She heard the anxiety
driven beat of his heart as he leaned over her.  She clamped onto his neck
violently, accepting his offer.  He fell into her embrace, willingly giving
himself up to her savagery.

Once, twice, a third time, he climaxed over and over
convulsively.  “Holy shit, oh my god that’s good Michelle.  That’s just what I
needed.”

She held onto him, humping on his hand till he slumped in
her embrace.  He’d passed out.  She released him.

“
Qui s'y
frotte s'y pique
.” 
Play with fire and you get burned
.

He slid off the side of the bed like an empty container
falling away after its contents are consumed.  His heart did a stutter-step
pattern, a painful spike in his chest before normalizing its beat.  The
evidence of his multiple orgasms created a dark stain at his crotch.

* * * *

Anastasia awoke to Michelle’s purring French and her hands
roving across her breasts and down in between her legs.  She was very playful
and frisky.  Still hazy from drug and alcohol, Ana tried hard to focus on
Michelle. 
She looks totally wild
.  Michelle smiled at her and dipped a
finger inside her, rubbing around Ana’s sweet spot with her thumb.

“I should wake up to this every day of my life.”  Ana
sighed.

Michelle’s golden curls stood out in a tangled snarl, a
fitting complement to the tempestuous insanity of her eyes and the barbaric
aspect of her fangs on full display.  Ana was awestruck with love, fear,
respect and wonder at this magnificent creature making love to her.

She didn’t know what had put Michelle into such a state, but
she didn’t really care.  She needed it now, bad.  She rolled over atop Michelle
to embrace her, whispering in her ear.

“I need you, love me.  Michelle, bite me!”

Michelle seemed to calm somewhat.  The skin on skin contact
and loving embrace helped.  Michelle bit her softly, holding onto her pet with
great care and affection.

She let go her bite, gushing with affection. 
“
Je t’adore ma petit.  Tu es pour
moi la plus belle!
”

The meaning wasn’t totally lost on Ana, she understood she
was loved and accepted.  She basked in the love and sensations, soaking it all
up.  It was wonderful, but there remained a missing element to her joy. 
Aaron.  Her unconditional love for Michelle felt out of balance without Aaron. 
It had been a package deal, two for one.  She needed them both.

She kissed Michelle, stroking her face, neck and breasts. 
“Where is he?  I miss him so much. 
Did he leave us?”

“
Non ma petit, ce n’est pas grave
.”
 
At her puzzled look Michelle realized she hadn’t been speaking the same
language.

“He will never leave us
ma
chérie
.  Don’t worry, he will return soon.  All is well.”  Michelle
rocked Ana like a baby, petting her long black hair.

“Chingao madre.  Soy un pinche desperado.” 
Michelle
and Ana looked up to see Oso holding out his arm with an unmistakable
expression, “begging to be bitten”.

“Please?”  The one word said it all.

Ana hadn’t really even noticed he was there.  He’d been so
quiet and unobtrusive till now.

Michelle nodded and Oso came to sit beside her on the bed
while Ana covered herself with the sheets, embarrassed in her nudity.  Michelle
struck without warning.  Fast and wicked as a snake, she clamped onto Oso’s fat
neck.  She held onto him for a very long time.  The big man twitched and
moaned, gripping Michelle’s ass tightly.  She held him till his hands let go. 
He’d gone totally limp.

She let go and he rolled off the bed, slumped on the floor
in a heap.  She leaned over to poke at his shoulder.  He didn’t wake up.

“Mon dieu!”  She turned to Ana with a wild-eyed horrified
look.  “What have I done?”

Ana leaned over the bed to discover Demarco on the floor
next to Oso.  “Holy shit!  Are they dead?  What’s wrong with them?”

“I drink too much.”

“Will they be okay?”

Michelle crawled down off the bed onto Oso, putting her left
ear against his chest.  She pet his belly softly, like petting a dog.

“
S'il te
plaît pardonne
.”  She kissed him on the cheek.

Michelle crawled over to Demarco, sniffing him and putting
her ear down against his chest.  She looked up at Ana with another wild smile.

“They will be okay, I think.”

“Are you sure?”

Michelle looked confused, but then she smiled again.  “Aaron
is coming soon.  He will fix everything.”

Michelle looke at Ana with her head cocked sideways.  “You
are hungry.  Come, you must eat.”

“Do I smell hungry or what?”

“I can see it, the colors.”  She twisted her hand in the
air, twirling her fingers.  Suddenly she was up and moving, swaying on her feet
like a drunk as she flung open the closet door.

“These will do.”  Michelle handed her a white terry-cloth
bathrobe from Demarco’s rather large collection, and snatched her hand leading
her out to the kitchen.

Ana dug into Oso’s delicious pork stir-fry and slurped down
orange juice while Michelle kept pouring her refills and trying to put more
food on her plate.

“I’m good, no more please.”  She looked closely at Michelle.
 Her eyes looked funny, dilated and glossy.  She kept swaying and staggering,
losing her balance.

Michelle jabbered on in her barely understandable French
accent.  “Aaron is coming now.  When he arrives, all the
problèmes
will be dealt
with.  He is not happy with Demarco.”  She flung her hand carelessly in the
direction of the unconscious men in the bedroom.  “But don’t worry.  Aaron will
take care of everything.”

As she listened to Michelle, watching her closely, she
realized something was really
off.
  “Are you okay?  You’re acting funny,
did Demarco give you something?  Drugs?”

“
Oui
,
but this is no
problème
. 
The heroin cannot hurt me.  Is
très
magnifique!
  I like it very much.”  Michelle gave her a fang-filled,
insane smile reinforcing the fact she was stoned out of her mind.

Suddenly she took off, moving with inhuman blurred speed
down the hallway back to the bedroom.  Ana heard the
crack
sound of
Demarco being smacked around and Michelle’s voice as she interrogated him about
where he kept his
needles
.  He mumbled something and a second later
Michelle zipped back to the kitchen table.  She came to a dead stop in front of
Ana with a wild grin and tossed a handful of syringes on the table.  They were
already loaded with doses ready to go.

She gasped, looking back and forth between the insanely
smiling vampire and the needles.  Michelle stood there full of happiness and enthusiasm,
like a used car salesman hocking his wares.

“Oh My God!  I’ve never seen that much before!  That’s gotta
be several grams!  You could overdose!”  As soon as she said it she realized it
might not be true for Michelle.  None of the rules applied to Michelle.

But what would it do to her?  Would she become an addict? 
Would she be able to retain sanity?  She looked closely at her again. 
She’s
totally faded!
  It all clicked into place, why they were staying in this
house instead of the hotel. 
Michelle was pounding smack with these
assholes!

Just then the assholes shuffled into the room looking pale
and sickly, their eyes sunk in, encircled by dark rings.  She began to notice
their necks, arms, and faces were mottled with discolored bruises and cuts. 
She imagined what Michelle had been doing with these losers. 
It served them
right!
  That’s what they deserve for getting Michelle all drugged up!  She
snorted with laughter.

“Look what the cat dragged in!  You guys look like total
shit!”

She couldn’t help but laugh at them.  They got a hell of a
lot more than they bargained for when they shot Michelle up thinking they would
have their way with her. 
Been there and done that before! 
She knew
exactly what men like Demarco and Oso did to girls after getting them all high
and stupid.

Demarco looked at her with obvious distrust, as if she
conspired to ruin his life.  Oso squinted at her, trying to be menacing.  He
looked constipated.

“What’s so damn funny?”  Demarco snapped.

She never had a chance to answer him.  Aaron slammed through
the front door, damn near taking it off the hinges.  He looked like a demon who’d
clawed and tunneled his way up from hell to land at Demarco’s doorstep.  He
seemed a completely different creature from the man she knew and loved.  His
designer clothing hung off him in shreds.  He was covered in bloody gore and
dirt congealed in a dark cake of mud reeking of death.

She had never seen such a vicious look of malevolence in all
her brushes with violent men.  It struck terror into her heart.

Demarco cried out.  “Oh hell no!”

* * * *

Chapter 20

Demarco took one look at Aaron’s face and his horrendous
appearance, and he knew the gig was up.  He surmised the blood covering Aaron had
once beat through the heart of Miguel.  If Aaron could cut down Miguel the same
way Michelle tore through Camacho, his own chances of survival were slim.

“Shoot that motherfucker!”  Demarco screamed as he pulled
his .44 from the holster at his back, firing off rounds into the wall where
Aaron had stood a second before.

Oso pulled his pistol to send several rounds flying at the same
empty space.  Aaron dashed at Demarco in a flashing blur and Oso took off
running, praying the whole way. 
“En el nombre del Padre, Jesus
Christo, y Espirito Santo!”

His oversized bulk cruised down the hallway faster than Demarco
ever thought he could move.  Though he wanted to, Demarco never got the chance
to follow Oso.

* * * *

The predator flashed through space and time to land directly
in front of Demarco delivering a smashing blow to the side of his head. 
Demarco flew across the room to bounce off the wall with scrunch of crushed
drywall.  The predator flashed again, a blurred movement down the hallway to
smash into the back of Oso’s head.  Oso sailed down the length of the hallway
straight through the sliding glass door to slam face down on the back patio.

“Holy shit!  Oh My God!  Did you kill them?”  Ana stood
there stunned.

The predator turned on her, still pumped full of adrenaline,
rage, and the insane need to kill.  Ana looked upon the gruesome visage of her
lover, not realizing how close he was to tearing the flesh off her bones.

Michelle read his misdirected fury and acted.  In her
drugged haze, she did the only thing she could think of.  She put herself
between the predator and the offending Ana with one those blurred teleportation-like
moves.  She stepped into harm’s way to save their beautiful little pet from
inciting the beast.  She had just enough clarity of thought to issue a compulsory
command, forcing Aaron to submit to her involuntarily, “
Stop!
”

This was the first time since the slaughter of the NYPD
detectives, that she had used her authority over him.  Her single spoken word
echoed through his mind with its enslaving power.  He froze in position, unable
to move forward towards the girls.  He snarled at her in frustration.

She then did something so foolish that she’d later look back
on this moment in lament, blaming herself for the unintended consequences of
her actions.  She grabbed a syringe of heroin off the table, stuck it in
Aaron’s jugular vein, and depressed the plunger.

As the china white screamed through his body spreading
euphoria in its wake, he roared in Michelle’s face, a savage cry that echoed
off the walls of the room.  His unsatisfied rage and bloodlust blended with the
overwhelming storm of sensations, mixing up a wicked recipe for violence. 
Aaron grabbed ahold of the nearest sack of flesh available to meet his savage needs.

He leaped to Demarco’s unconscious body and plunged deep
into his chest.  He tore through flesh and bone and cartilage to reach the
juicy red center still beating rhythmically.  He ripped Demarco’s heart out,
drinking down all its warm juicy goodness, squeezing it dry like a sponge.  He
tossed it aside when he finished.  Staring at the girls as though they were
next, he roared his pleasure.  He dashed down the hallway to Oso and repeated
the ritual.

* * * *

Anastasia watched the carnage unfold before her eyes,
speechless with the horror of it, not wanting to see, but unable to look away. 
She heard a keening wailing sound over the top of the meaty bone-crushing
flesh-tearing noises, unaware it came from her own mouth.  She fell faint to
the floor, wailing and moaning in denial her wonderful lover could commit such
an atrocity.

Michelle noticed the condition of their pet and acted.  She
scooped Ana up off the ground as she shook and cried like a baby.  She took
their pet out to the hot tub, past Oso’s shredded corpse, and straight into the
healing bubbles.

* * * *

“Shhh …
calmez-vous ma chérie.  Oh pardonne tant
que l’oh aime
.” 
She crooned to Ana a famous quote
from Francois de La Rochefoucald––
we pardon to the extent that we love
.

“All the
problèmes
are solved now.  Aaron has returned to us.”  She tried to explain, but she
couldn’t properly articulate the complexity.