2 comments/ 8037 views/ 17 favorites Sons of the Evening Star By: QueenOfValhalla Frankie stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled off. She didn't bother to blow dry her long dark hair because the humidity in the air would just curl it up anyways. She put some basic make up on her face and threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Glancing in the bathroom mirror quickly, she was happy with the results. The tank top and shorts highlighted her best features, her long toned legs and her buxom chest. She tossed her laundry in the hamper and walked out of the bathroom and back into the suite she had been given. Her plan was simple, she had been cooped up in this big house for too long. Alex had told her that it was for her own good. After all, once the word had gotten out that the Awakening ceremony was finally about to take place, everyone in his world was clamoring to try and see the vampire world's best kept secret. HER. She didn't really blame him for wanting to keep her safe with the wars still raging between the clans but she just had to get some fresh air. However, Frankie didn't have a chance to even step out of her room because when she opened up the door, she was ambushed. She just managed to let out a yelp before her attackers were on top of her. She vaguely recognized the two men, she had seen them earlier this week from her window. They had been completing yard work on the grounds of the estate and they still wore the green jump suits with their names embroidered on the left side. The one named "Simon" pushed her roughly back into the room and caused Frankie to lose her footing and she hit the floor with a thud that knocked the air from her lungs. "Marco", the burly, stupid looking one held Frankie down while Simon placed a wet cloth over her mouth. The strong smell of chloroform assailed her nostrils and made her eyes water. She fought desperately, but the chloroform was working fast and her arms and legs became as heavy as boulders and her eyelids started to droop down. Just as Frankie's mind was being sucked down into a dark oblivion, she heard them speak. "What are we going to do with her now?" "Marco," Simon, the apparent brains of this kidnapping began, "WE won't have to do anything with her. But my guess is that THEY will make her wish that she was dead." ************************************************** When Frankie opened her eyes she saw nothing but blackness. The fear of being left for dead in a dank pit, alone in the dark would normally have terrified her beyond comprehension, except that at this very moment her main concern was the extremely foul taste in her mouth. Somebody, probably those bastard gardeners, Simon and Marco, had gagged her with what felt like a filthy rag, or a dirty sock. She choked at the realization, and tried hard not to throw up, as she attempted to spit the objectionable item from her mouth. Unfortunately, it didn't work because she realized that something was holding it in, and the more she wriggled her mouth, the more obvious the huge piece of tape became. She gagged again and felt the bile begin to rise up her throat and she started pulling hard on the bindings that bound her feet and hands to what felt like a cold metal chair. But after struggling for a minute, she stopped fighting and let out a small whimper. There was no way to get loose and pulling against the ties was only succeeding in making her wrists raw and bloody. So Frankie did the only thing left in her power to do. She cried. Hot tears ran down her face and muffled sobs echoed around the room as her body was racked with her unabashed meltdown. After all, she thought to herself, there is no one here to see me or hear me in the dark. "The boss is on his way to see you." A tired male voice whispered somewhere close to Frankie's ear. She screamed out in shock, the gag muffling her piercing shriek and she would have jumped right out of her chair if she hadn't been strapped in. Someone had been in the room with her the entire time and she hadn't sensed it. Just Great! Frankie thought to herself. The head of what she could only assume was the opposite side of the war she had now become embroiled in, was on his way to see her. She was probably going to be killed...or worse. She cursed the gardeners silently in her head and swore that if she ever saw them again she would be sure to pay them back, in kind. There were no verifiable ways for her to tell what time it was now, but she estimated that she had been unconscious for several hours. Alex and the rest of the residents from the estate where she had been staying were probably aware of her absence now, but without any evidence that she had left the compound in the hands of kidnappers, how was he or anyone to know that she hadn't just decided to leave on her own? No one would be rescuing me. The thought slithered across Frankie's mind and the realization that she was all alone caused a sudden panic that threatened to deprive her of what little air she was able to breathe freely. She fought back against the blackness that began to spot across her vision and concentrated on calming her erratic heartbeats. She looked around again. She couldn't tell for sure but the room felt large and barren. She couldn't even see a shadow belonging to the mysterious male voice but she knew that he was still behind her, somewhere in the dark. Suddenly, there were several loud raps at the door. My inquisitors, Frankie thought glumly. The door swung open and the dim light of the hallway illuminated the shadowy outline of five men. They entered the room and joined her silent sentinel. Six against one, she thought, I am so dead! "Jesu Miguel! I know WE can see, but why don't you enlighten our guests," said one of the shadowy figures on the far right. Flick! The neon lights hummed into life. Frankie blinked and her eyes watered, her eyelids closed shut instinctively trying to ease the stinging. When she was able to open them again, she evaluated her captors. Standing slightly behind the others on the left hand side, were the two gardeners who had ambushed her back at the estate. A barely audible hiss, like a predator finally sighting its prey, escaped her throat when she saw them and Frankie heard a low chuckle in response, but she could not see who it had come from. Miguel, the creepy guard, stood the farthest away on the left, next to the light switch. He was shorter than the rest, his head was shaved bald and tattoos covered his naked torso. They were made up of intricate designs that enhanced his sculpted chest and highlighted his pale caramel colored skin. Gods, he was beautiful! In fact, they were all beautiful with the exception of the gardeners. But it was the man standing on the far right, the one whom she assumed had requested the lights be turned on who shocked her the most. He could have been Frankie's twin brother! Her ridiculously good looking twin brother, she corrected mentally. His hair was a dark and shiny obsidian, cut short and styled to look a little messy. His eyes were greener than hers, more pure, like sparkling emeralds and his expression was one of amusement, rather than intimidation and he gave Frankie a quick grin when he caught her staring. Meeting his gaze caused her to blush involuntarily. In fact, his look made her body start to tingle and she could feel her arousal start to pool between her legs, this caused her cheeks to burn and she cast her eyes to the floor in embarrassment. The remaining two men were more of what she had been expecting. They looked Italian by descent and they were pale like the other two, but they had a hint of olive color underneath. Both had chestnut brown hair, and the one in the back was slightly shorter and stockier. The man standing in the front of everyone and the closest to Frankie must be the Boss she thought. Yes... she concluded everyone seemed to be waiting for him to speak. The longer the silence lasted the more Frankie realized that she should be afraid. Despite his good looks, the leader's eyes were cold, soulless and focused solely on her. He put his hand out beside him, palm side up and his stockier shadow companion placed a huge knife into it. Then he began to walk forward. Frankie desperately wanted to shut her eyes but they were locked onto his. She kept looking for some inkling of his intentions as he drew ever closer, but he was a blank slate. When he finally stopped in front of her, he ran the flat side of the blade down her cheek millimeter by millimeter. The cold steel and her own fear coursing the adrenaline through her system made her shiver and squeak out a weak whimper. A smile crossed his perfectly formed lips and he pulled the blade away satisfied that his point had been made. He was in charge and he held Frankie's life in his hands. Then faster than her eyes could follow he flicked the knife through the plastic ties and released her hands and feet and then looking her straight in the eyes, he savagely ripped the tape off from across her mouth. Frankie cried out in pain and shock from the brutality of the tape being ripped away from her tender skin. When she saw the pleasure that her agony was providing, she fell silent and wiped away the tears with the back of her newly freed hands. "I have some questions." He said looking at her. Then he turned and began to return to his original place with the others and then added, looking directly at the gardeners, "Remind me again, why I am holding a hostage?" The idiots both had the audacity to look startled. They obviously had been under the impression that their roles in this disaster were over. "Uhhh...," Simon started, while trying to wipe the worried lines from his face. "Uh...well, like Marco and I explained earlier," he said stammering. "We saw her a few days ago...and after asking around at the main house about who she was...we found out that Alex brought her home with him last week and that he had installed her in the master suite." Then he paused to emphasize his final statement. "No one has ever been given the master suite!" Simon concluded. The leader's eyes narrowed as he listened to the pathetic explanation. "Still...why did you bring her HERE?" He asked them, his voice hardening. Simon and Marco were panicked now. They could sense, as Frankie could, that bringing her to this particular location had made them a liability. "Simon...?" Marco, the weak one, whined to his friend. Simon looked back and forth, from Frankie to the leader, and then back to his terror stricken friend. "Michael," he began, staring at the leader. "She must be useful to you in a thousand ways!" While pleading his case, Simon had begun backing away from the leader, Michael, and had come within arm's reach, in front of Frankie and she decided to take her only opportunity for revenge. Without leaving the chair, she kicked her legs up hard between Simon's legs, hitting him squarely in the crown jewels. He crumpled, like a sack of potatoes, letting out a surprised and pain-filled scream. She kicked again and this time her feet connected with his head and she sent him sprawling back towards Michael. The pitiful Marco looked up at her angrily and Frankie smiled widely at him, because she had enjoyed every moment of that. "You Fucking Bitch!" Marco spat, as he lunged at her. Marco was quick, but Michael was quicker. Michael grabbed the weakling by the scruff of the neck and threw him back towards his injured friend. Michael was terrifying when he was truly angry. He was done with these two idiots, Frankie was sure. "Miguel, Antonio," he barked. "Alleviate me of this headache." He said gesturing with his hand at the pile of tangled limbs that was made up of the two gardeners. Frankie wanted to close her eyes. She hated Simon and Marco, but she didn't want to watch them die. Miguel and Antonio leaped into action and were beside the gardeners within a second. It was as if the space that had separated them didn't exist. They picked up the gardeners like rag-dolls, despite their loud protests. Michael was now watching the gardeners intently to make sure his orders were followed. The only one who hadn't moved from his original position yet, was Frankie's twin. He was still standing next to the doorway, chuckling to himself. Her revenge on Simon had amused him and he hadn't stopped laughing yet. He was completely oblivious to the violence which was about to take place. The desire to keep her eyes on him and imagine that no one else existed was enormous. She wanted to be able to laugh with him, but her curiosity made her turn her head back. She had only looked away for a moment, but it was enough. The screams had started and it was like driving past a big accident on the highway, you just couldn't look away. At first, her eyes didn't comprehend what she was seeing. It was almost like the gardeners were being embraced by the larger men. Except it wasn't a loving embrace, and the screams were getting louder. Simon's head was twisted at an odd angle and his hands were clawing at Miguel's bald head. He was trying to find a hand hold that didn't exist. Marco had gone limp in Antonio's burly arms and Frankie assumed that he had passed out, his screams were silent now. Frankie was transfixed. It was one thing knowing that Vampires existed. It was another to watch them brutally drain the life from someone. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and at some point Michael had stopped watching the gardeners and was now watching her reaction to the massacre. When the bodies hit the concrete and a single drop of blood spilled off of Simon's corpse and splashed onto the grey floor, Frankie came out of her trance. She felt sick. She looked up, and her eyes were met by Michael's cold, vacant and calculating stare. "Well Francesca," Michael began, shocking her by using her full name. "I believe it is in my best interests to keep you alive...for now." He stared at her body with a mix of lust and violence, which chilled her to the bone. "You may prove more useful than I originally thought." Frankie forced herself to smile back at him, swallowing the lump now forming in her throat. Staying on Michael's good side seemed like the best plan. He began to turn away from her again and Frankie was seized with a desperate sense of panic at the thought of being left in her current situation and she decided to see just how far his goodwill would get her. "Do I have to stay in this room?" Frankie asked quietly, looking up at him with her most timid gaze. "Maybe there is somewhere more comfortable..." Then she added a 'please' in her best small and fragile voice. She was doing her best to try and convince them that she wasn't capable and she was hoping that maybe they would underestimate her and leave her unattended. Maybe she could escape. Michael looked at her, something had flashed across his eyes when she had added the 'please' to her whimpering request, he had enjoyed the taste of her begging and he took a second to look around at the bare and clinical room. It was obviously a room that they normally used for interrogation, torture or for a prison. The hard metal chair that was still occupied by Frankie, was the only furnishing. "Miguel, Antonio," Michael spoke. "Go and let the others know that we will have a human female guest in the house and that she is to remain unsullied, on my orders. I need her to be kept in one piece if I am going to use her as a bargaining chip against Alex." Miguel and Antonio both looked at Michael with unbelieving eyes. Frankie guessed that he had never before forbidden anyone from doing what they wished with a human. They began to open their mouths to protest. "I will not tolerate disobedience!" Michael snarled. "She will remain unsullied! For Now." Frankie shivered involuntarily. Michael was truly horrifying in that moment and she didn't think that he was showing even half of his true rage. Miguel and Antonio understood that pushing Michael was not an option at the moment and they turned and left in a blur of speed. Then Michael turned to leave as well. "Chase," he called over his shoulder addressing her twin. "You will guard our bargaining chip yourself. You know where she will be comfortable." With his final orders issued, Michael disappeared. Frankie remained alone with Chase and the two bodies. She tried to not look completely crestfallen. She realized that she had not fooled anyone. Michael knew he couldn't leave her unguarded. For several reasons it seemed. One - he didn't want his one possible piece of leverage to escape. And Two - he wouldn't risk her being ruined by one of his cronies. That was a task she could only assume that he wished to accomplish himself. Then without warning Francesca started to laugh and once she started, she could not ebb the flow. Everything that had just happened, caused her to be consumed by the hysteria. She couldn't help it, she had always laughed when she was scared. And with the adrenaline of fear still coursing through her veins, she was definitely scared and probably lightheaded too, she hadn't eaten in hours. "You have an odd sense of humor." Chase said flatly. "Not Really." She replied, holding her giggles back for a second and matching her tone to his. "Maybe not odd then, but at the very least macabre." Chase corrected. "Not too many people, would start laughing right after they were almost killed. Or, when they were still in the company of killers." He added, his tone serious. Frankie couldn't help it and she started laughing again, harder this time. Her laughter was racking her body, releasing the stress of her fear and when she saw how annoyed Chase looked, she doubled over and gasped for breath as the tears ran down her cheeks and her body convulsed with laughter. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She managed to choke out, while stifling her laughter. "It's just a bad reaction." Finally, he seemed to understand and it was Chase's turn to laugh and Frankie smiled, his laugh was the contagious kind. When Chase smiled, like he was now, he was more spectacular than ever. Frankie gazed at him and felt her body start to respond to his beauty again. Her nipples hardened and she felt a current run itself through her body and settle between her thighs. She shook herself mentally. She should be terrified of this man. He would probably kill her, rather than do anything else to her. Chase had stopped laughing and was watching Frankie intently, with his familiar smirk. She blushed under his gaze and dropped her eyes to the floor. Then he reached out his hand, inviting her to take it and follow him. She stepped over the bodies of the gardeners, making sure to avert her eyes and put her hand into his. His skin felt cool against her own. Pleasantly cool. Her body responded again, flushing her cheeks red and raising goose-bumps all over her flesh. Chase's smile widened. He knew what his touch was doing to her and he was enjoying it all a little too much. "It will be faster to get to your new room if you hold onto me and close your eyes." He began. Then he added with a wink, "I have a blindfold, if you prefer." Frankie smiled wryly at his teasing and throwing caution to the wind she walked boldly into his arms and closed her eyes. Being wrapped in Chase's arms felt like being submerged in a cool bath. Frankie realized that water and Chase's body, had a lot in common. Both could be forgiving or hard like rocks, depending on how they were used. There was immense strength behind both, like being caught by a powerful ocean wave and they could both be scary and dangerous, if you didn't give them the proper respect. When Chase's body yielded to her own, she pressed up hard against him and felt his arms tighten the circle around her. Frankie felt safe and she tried to rationalize that it was because she was being wrapped up by a kind of invincibility. But in truth, it was because he was a man and she was a woman and it just felt right. Sons of the Evening Star "We're here," Chase said quietly, interrupting her scattered thoughts. "No," she said. "We didn't even mo-." But, Frankie stopped in mid-sentence when she looked around and saw that they were in a different room. The large bedroom had been decorated by someone who had gone way overboard and everything that she could see was covered in a deep blue, oriental silk pattern. The walls and the chairs, the bed and the drapes, even the carpet matched. "Hideous, isn't it?" Chase said, echoing her own thoughts. "Yeah, it is pretty horrible." She looked around at the sparse furnishings of the room and her eyes came to rest on the very large four poster bed. "Are you going to sleep?" Chase asked, following her gaze . "I don't think I can. I'm pretty wired." She answered honestly. "Are you?" "No, I don't sleep very much anymore." He answered sadly. Frankie walked away from Chase who was still standing in the doorway and sat down on the bed and turned to face him. She sat cross legged and leaned back, semi reclining on the propped up pillows. Chase followed her lead and sat in an over-sized armchair that he moved to the right of the door. "Well, if neither of us are going to sleep, can I ask you some questions?" she suggested. "Like what?" "Well, this one is probably the most important one for me, since we are together." She began cautiously. "Do you always kill humans when you feed?" "I did kill some humans at first, yes." He replied. "But I was young, and hungry and it was a lot harder to control myself then." She swallowed and looked down. "So...you don't kill them now?" "I don't have to." He answered with a grin, which was more charming than alarming. Frankie spent the next several hours, picking Chase's brain on all the things which no one had ever bothered explaining to her growing up. His honesty was refreshing. Even Alex had tried to shield her from the eventuality of her situation. But Chase didn't try to gloss over the gritty details, he simply stated the facts. During their discourse she noticed that he kept making a face every time she used the word Vampire and so she finally asked him why. "Well, it's not accurate." He replied. "It's not accurate, because of everything that it implies." "What term should I use?" she asked. "I prefer, Immortal. It's accurate and true and it doesn't imply anything." He said simply. "I like that it doesn't convey that I'm a killer...because I'm not." He added fiercely. She was quiet. She didn't know what to say, and she worried that she had upset him and she suddenly felt very tired. "I'm just going to close my eyes for a minute, immortal beloved." She whispered as a smile crossed her lips at the atrocious play on words and her eyes fluttered shut. The last thing she heard was his chuckle of laughter as she drifted off. ************************************************** Francesca woke up from the first dreamless sleep she'd had in weeks. She felt refreshed, alert and hungry. She sighed and stretched lazily. "Are you awake?" Frankie jumped up ten feet, having briefly forgotten where she was. Chase gazed at her from the armchair. "I am now!" She replied rather tartly and Chase chuckled. "How long was I asleep for?" "Somewhere around twelve hours. You must have been really tired." Chase got up from his chair and brought over a tray of sandwiches and a glass of juice. Then he sat down beside her on the bed. "Francesca, I answered your questions yesterday. Would you answer some of mine?" "Sure. I guess." She said between bites. "What could you possibly want to know?" "I want to know everything about you." Chase said, looking her straight in the eye. She blushed under his gaze and lowered her eyes to her food. Frankie had taken multiple moments yesterday to admire Chase. He was exceptionally good looking, he was in good shape, and he looked toned under his dress pants and collared shirt/sweater combination. Being under Chase's scrutiny caused her hunger for food to subside and after gulping down the remainder of the juice, she placed the tray on the table. Finally, she looked back up at him when she couldn't stand the silence anymore, and she cleared her throat. Chase was still staring at her expectantly and then out of the blue, he said. "Your hair looks cute." "Yeah right." She said, grimacing as she reached up to touch the unruly mess. "Really," he insisted. "It looks kind of like you just finished romping around in bed. It's sexy." But Frankie didn't feel sexy at all. It had been ages since she'd had a boyfriend and although she had found herself quite attracted to Alex, he hadn't touched her. "I highly doubt that! Who would want me?" She added, letting bitterness taint the words. "Me." Chase answered. She responded with a snort, which let Chase know how likely she thought that was. He was just being nice and she didn't need to be pitied. But her response had angered him, and moving quicker than she could see, he was suddenly over-top of her. Her feet were pinned under him and Chase's face was menacingly close to her own. "Why, not me?" he almost shouted. "I'm not as good as your precious Alex?" He snarled, as if he had read her thoughts from moments ago. "No... It's not that." She managed to blurt out, completely shocked. "Alex and I are connected but I do not love him." She emphasized. He just glared at her unmoving. She hadn't realized that Chase might actually be legitimately interested in her. "I just meant...I mean...look at you and then look at me." She stammered. Chase was looking angrier and Frankie decided she had to explain faster and smooth over his obviously hurt feelings. "Chase," She said his name softly. "You are a freaking male model for god's sake! You are ridiculously good looking and I'm...well, I think average is an overstatement." Her soft words made his anger crumble away as quickly as it had sprung up and he started laughing hysterically. He rolled off of her legs and onto the bed beside her, his whole body rocking with laughter. Now it was Frankie's turn to get angry. Her cheeks burned red hot with embarrassment. Chase didn't have to laugh at her mediocrity. "Being plain and boring isn't that funny!" She said sourly. Chase sobered up at her words and he turned to face her, leaning up on his elbow. "Francesca, YOU are nowhere near average." He said with complete sincerity. She cast her eyes down, shaking her head in disbelief and Chase continued, ignoring her silent protest. "You have flawless creamy pink skin, your hair is a rich ebony and sexy as fuck even when it's unkempt. Your eyes are gold and green, and your ruby lips are full and look... delicious." Then he continued, "And if you make me keep this up, I'll start describing your body in vivid admiration and that will get embarrassing, because I have examined it, in far too much detail already." She looked up at Chase and he smirked. She was embarrassed again, but in a good way. Chase had meant every word he had said, and it made her feel really confident, sexy and capable. Just then, an idea popped into her head. If she had been a cartoon, there would have been a light bulb overhead. Chase was still gazing at her, when she spoke. "Chase, can I propose a bargain?" "What sort of bargain?" He asked suspiciously. "I know you're very smart," She started cautiously. "I think you know, as well as I do, that Alex isn't going to take kindly to me being kidnapped. I am also pretty sure, that Alex is a leader, just like Michael and he does not have any misgivings about killing his enemies. He will kill Michael and anyone else who is associated with him." "Yes, I am sure that is a possibility." Chase agreed. "I am proposing a partnership," She began. "You get me out of here and back to Alex's house. And I will make sure that Alex does not kill you." Chase did not speak for a long time. He was considering his options. This was Frankie's best chance and she had to hope that he would see the merit behind her suggestion. She silently prayed that he wouldn't start yelling and rat her out. "I guess that I could get you out of here." Chase began, "But what's in it for me?" "You mean besides your life?" "Yes, besides my life." Chase answered. "After all, I'm not sure you can completely guarantee my safety if Alex is truly angry." Luckily, Frankie had anticipated this. She knew that Chase would not think his life alone, was a good trade. "Well," She answered looking into his emerald eyes. "I thought you might be interested in sampling my vintage, in a matter of speaking. I imagine that you could cover it up afterward, to make sure that it is kept a secret between you and me. After all, we wouldn't want to give Michael or Alex any reason, to be unreasonable." "Well, that would probably be a decent trade." He said holding her gaze and then added, "But I would have to be in the mood first." "What mood?" She asked. "An amorous one," he added slyly. "Blood lust and regular lust, are very much connected." "Okay...what exactly are we talking about?" She asked. "Do we have a deal?" He said, avoiding her direct question. "I have my limits." She said trying to sound firm. "I'm sure you do," He winked. "We have a deal." Those words were all the permission that Chase needed. He moved his body over-top of Frankie's again as fast as he could, and that was fast. His face was within an inch of her own and then he slowly closed the space between them until his lips connected with hers. Like the rest of his body, Chase's lips yielded as soon as they met her own. He started the kiss off lightly and once he felt the shock of his quick movements subside and Frankie's body relax under him, he coaxed her mouth open with his own and swirled his tongue around with hers, tasting her delicious mouth. Chase's immortally experienced hands, were making it very hard for Frankie to concentrate and maintain some composure. Her mind and her body were at war. Her body wanted desperately for her to give in, and her mind wanted to make sure she didn't do anything that she would regret later. Chase's hands roamed freely over her curvy figure, raising up goose bumps in his wake, while his lips and tongue moved up and down from her lips to her neck. She moaned a little, when Chase kissed the indent between her shoulder and collar bone. This seemed to excite him, and she weaved her hands and fingers up into his dark locks and pulled his body down closer. Despite his desire for her and despite knowing how he could arouse her body, Chase hadn't expected Frankie to participate so overtly in their tryst, and she could now feel his very hard cock pressed up against her belly. His breathing was coming out in ragged gasps now, matching her own. She smiled to herself and then realized that she wanted to please Chase. Frankie moved Chase's hands around to her ass and he obligingly grabbed two handfuls, pushing her body up, and she met his gaze for a moment. His eyes blazed with passion and lust and Frankie melted. Frankie's whole body was shaking with anticipation for the moment when Chase would take his taste. She moved her hands back up into Chase's hair, and then ran her fingernails down his back, aggressively raising up red welts. He moaned in appreciation. She could tell that Chase was beginning to lose a grip on his own control. She was surprising him with her eagerness to please, and his body was betraying him. Frankie wrapped her legs around his waist and she pulled him up hard against her swollen sex. That was all that she needed to do. Chase moaned very loudly this time and his whole body went rigid. She arched her neck up and Chase bit down into the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder. Francesca saw stars. Then the pain turned rapidly into pleasure and she was swept under. When she returned to her senses, Chase was licking her rapidly healing wound. "I've used a couple drops of my blood to eliminate any evidence." He whispered. Frankie was planning on lying there with Chase and basking in the afterglow of their make out session, in fact she was about to boldly reach for his belt to begin to divest them both of their clothes, but before she could blink he was at the door. "Do whatever you have to do, to compose yourself, Francesca. Michael is on his way here, right now." He said rapidly, looking back at her. "How do you know?" "He just told me. It's a family thing." He replied. "I'll explain later." He added, after reading the confusion on her face. Frankie barely had a minute to sit up in the bed and adjust her clothes. She figured that she probably looked like she had been sleeping, so she went with it and began to yawn and rub her eyes. Chase opened the door and Michael walked in. He looked good, in a lethal kind of way. He wore all black, and everything highlighted his muscular physique. He had probably been a warrior, or had some other very physical job in his previous life, she imagined. He stopped directly across from her and stood staring. He glanced admiringly, up and down. "You look very comfortable, I see." He said, referring to the way she way stretched across the bed. "Yes. Thank you. I'm sure Alex will appreciate that you are taking such good care of me." She replied with a mild hint of sarcasm in her voice. Chase smirked behind Michael's back. Michael grinned too, but his was predatory and she shivered. "Speaking of Alex," he snarled. "He is offering a reward for your safe return. It's causing quite an uproar. After all, you're just a human. Or that is what everyone has been led to believe. Either way, I'm pleased that I didn't kill you right away. I DO think you will come in handy." He said and turned to leave, then he stopped briefly beside Chase. "Don't let her out of your sight." "I'll watch her every move." Chase replied turning his head to look at Frankie. Observing his gaze, Michael added. "This is one you can't have Chase. If anybody is going to kill her it will be me. I am truly looking forward to it, especially if she tastes as good as she smells." Michael said, looking back at Frankie. Then he smiled triumphantly at her look of horror and left. Francesca stared at the empty space where Michael had been for a moment and then said angrily, "I'm going to enjoy when Alex kills him." Chase laughed and came to sit down beside her once more. He reached up and stroked his fingers through her hair and she tried not to react. Watching her struggle for self-control, Chase leaned in and kissed Frankie softly on the lips. It took all the strength that she had to make herself pull away. "Chase, I don't know what this is." She said, waving her hands between the two of them. "But I do know that I can't do this, any of this, not here. You have to get me out of this prison." "Well, I think it's best if we wait until Michael is distracted before we go." Chase said and leaned in to kiss her again. "This is as good a way as any, to pass the time. Don't you think?" She didn't disagree but she was also highly aware that she needed Chase to be alert, and right now he wasn't alert. Frankie pulled away again. "Why don't you explain to me how you knew that Michael was coming? That might also help us pass the time." Chase sighed loudly in disappointment, but answered her question. "Well, when you become a member of a family. That's what we call groups of immortals that live together. Living in such close proximity heightens some of our senses to each other. It's a kind of telepathic communication, which comes in handy when everyone needs to work together to protect the family." She started giggling and Chase looked at her in confusion. "So it's kind of like when women live together and all their menstrual cycles align?" She said, but Chase looked annoyed and she laughed harder. "Oh come on." Frankie said giving him a playful shove on the arm. "I have to laugh or I'll cry." After several silent minutes, Chase was still fuming from her bad joke and from her rejection about how they should spend their time, so Frankie spoke again. "Chase, why don't you tell me how we're going to get out of here." Then she added, "And then we can pass the time ANY way you see fit." Chase's face broke into a huge Cheshire grin. He was really milking the fact that Frankie needed him at the moment. She felt a little like she was bribing a small child with sweets. Except that Francesca was the sweets. ************************************************** Chase's escape plan wasn't as elaborate as Frankie had thought it might be. They were just going to walk right out of the front door. Nobody would be guarding the door, because they would never expect Frankie to get passed Chase. After all, they all believed that she was only a human. Chase was waiting for most of his family members to leave for their evening hunt and then he expected that he should be able to anticipate accidentally running into anyone else, thanks to the mind connection that all his family members had. While they waited, Chase made Frankie wish they were anywhere else but in his family compound. Her body was so ready to give into Chase and his masterful skills. Just the way he ran his hands up her side and across her ribs was enough to leave her breathless and needy. She was relatively proud of herself when they finally disengaged and Chase looked as frustrated as she felt. "Just follow me," Chase said, as he took her hand. They walked at a brisk pace. Frankie had a hard time keeping up, but she managed. She knew they were already moving much slower than Chase wanted, but she had insisted on seeing where they were going. Frankie didn't want to be completely unaware if they ran into trouble. However, just as Chase had predicted, they made it out the front doors without bumping into anybody. They walked a couple of extra minutes to get a safe distance away from Michael's headquarters and then Frankie pressed herself into Chase's arms and let him speed her towards freedom. ************************************************** "Where are we?" Frankie asked, looking around at the garden laid out before her. "I thought you said you were taking me home?" "I was...I mean I am." Chase stuttered his response to her query. "Alex's family compound is just a few minutes down that road," he added pointing to the road below the huge rooftop garden. "I was..." "Planning to fuck me on this roof?" Frankie interrupted and finished his sentence. Chase actually looked contrite and Frankie started to giggle. Then she brazenly stripped off her top and dropped her shorts to the ground. Chase stood, mouth ajar as he gloried in her semi nudity. His immediate arousal was very obvious, his shaft straining against the front of his pants and Frankie bit her lower lip and crooked a finger at him, beckoning him to close the distance between them. Chase didn't need to be asked twice. He practically leaped the distance and grabbed a hold of her hips pulling her curvy frame into his hard body while closing his lips over hers once more. Frankie moaned as Chase slid his tongue around with hers and she ground her hips against his crotch. His hands moved down to her ass and he slowly lifted her from the ground, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to move down the garden path and into the darkness of the trellises. A few steps later they fell into the cushions of a canopied outdoor bed. His weight pressed her into the soft cushions and his skin cooled the flush from hers. Frankie's hands were trying to push up Chase's sweater so that her fingers could claw at the buttons of his shirt and after a few whimpering protestations at her lack of success Chase pulled away from her. He smiled down at her while he pulled the sweater over his head and began to unbutton his shirt. She watched him with an intense gaze. Their previous truncated make-out sessions had a bigger effect on her libido than she had ever experienced with any other lover in the past. She wanted Chase. She wanted to feel his naked flesh on her own, his body cleaving hers, until they both erupted. Sons of the Evening Star When he was forced to stand up to shuck his pants she pouted and he chuckled but then she rose up to her knees and unclipped her bra. Chase froze as she let the lace drop to the ground at his feet. Her D cup breasts were tight and her rosy nipples were hard and needed to be sucked. Frankie ran her hands across them. Gently pushing them together and then releasing them to jiggle back into place. She crawled to the edge of the bed and reached out to touch Chase's granite cock through the material of his boxer briefs. A low growl of desire was his response and Frankie grinned up at him as she reached inside the material and pulled his smooth erection out to find her waiting lips. He clutched at her hair when she slid him into her hot mouth, his knees weakening as she sucked gently on the head of his cock and swirled her tongue from the sensitive underside and up darting into the eye, which oozed pre-cum for her to taste. Chase pulled one hand from her curly raven colored locks and ran his hand down her spine and under the edge of her panties, pushing them off of her rounded ass, so that he could slide two fingers across her puckered ass and deep into her sopping cunt. Frankie moaned and rocked her hips back to meet his intruding digits while she pushed his ample meat deep down into her throat. Several frenzied minutes later Chase pulled his fingers from her hole to slap her ass hard, disengaging her mouth from his manhood before he shot his load down her throat. He pushed her onto her back and then grabbed her ankles to pull her ass to the end of the bed. Resting her feet on his shoulders he pushed his ballend to the gate of her center. Then he paused and glanced down at Frankie. Her eyes were clenched shut, her hands groping seductively at her own breasts. "Francesca," Her name passed his lips and her green eyes flew open to meet his emerald ones. She realized after a moment that he was waiting for permission. "Chase I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Plunder me. Make me yours. Please don't make me wait a second longer." At her words Chase slammed his cock forward to deeply embed himself into her soft flesh. When he was so deep into her body that his balls slapped into her ass, he slid back out slowly and then slide home again. Grunting, thrusting, moaning, gasping, Chase and Frankie coupled with the intensity that had built itself up over days. They were perfectly matched, each one reading the other's needs before they could express them. Every time Frankie was engulfed by an orgasm, Chase would switch positions and she would come back to herself, greedily working with him to find the new precipice of her desire and fall off the edge again. Finally, they sat up together Frankie in Chase's lap, facing each other with their legs stretched out behind each other's backs. Frankie twirled her hips slowly, shifting Chase within her body creating a delicious friction as she tasted his mouth with her own. She could feel that he was getting close to his own release as he swelled inside her tightening pussy. She nibbled down his neck and he moaned appreciatively as she scraped her teeth along the space between his shoulder and his neck. She gave him a playful nip, he moaned again and he moved his own lips to her throat. She continued to grind, the pressure almost at its ceiling. Neither of them would be able to hold on much longer. Then she just caught the sound of him mumbling something against her skin. "Mo shíorghrá," he breathed the words across her skin as his teeth scraped across her pulse line. Frankie had no idea what the words meant but something in the way he said them made her chest heave and her heart skip a beat. She had no idea why the feelings had developed so quickly between her and Chase but a force inside her made her bring her lips up to his ear. "You are meant to be mine," She whispered. "Love me." Chase's tortured cry to her words were cut off as Frankie twirled her hips one last time and his teeth pierced the delicate flesh of her neck and his lips suctioned to her skin. Both Frankie and Chase plummeted from the passionate height they had climbed to together and dove directly into an ocean of rapture. Her legs shook, her mouth opened in a scream but no sound escaped. Her blood pumped into Chase's mouth with each beat of her heart. She could feel him pulling the life force from her veins and the combination of pleasure and pain was too much for her. Frankie's eyes fluttered closed as the tide of exaltation pulled her under.