5 comments/ 17214 views/ 35 favorites The Vampire Next Door By: Magicangeleyes My temples throbbed in time with the music. Good god does he not know what time it is? I'd never met my neighbour before, he kept some pretty strange hours, but I'd also never been kept awake until 3:30am on a work night, by the thumping of Muse. I've had enough! Throwing back my duvet I shoved my feet into boots and threw my coat around my shoulders. Grabbing my keys I marched into the night. The sky was clear and crisp, a layer of white coating everything. Making my way down the path to his door my feet crunched on the thick frost, as least if I'm murdered my foot prints should be visible, for a while. His door was solid wood, no glass, and painted shiny red. There was no knocker or letter box. It's almost as if the guy doesn't want any visitors. Too bad. The side of my fist banged on the wood door, aching to be heard over racket inside. No change to the noise level inside. I slammed the heel of my boot into the bottom of the door, then again, red chips flying. Satisfaction turned a little to concern when the music stopped. Shit, what if he notices the chips? I heard the hollow thumps of footfalls just behind the door. Too late to back off now. A lock clicked and the door swung wide. What I expected was some weak looking twenty something, pasty faced and cranked up with too much Red Bull. What I got was a rather too fit to be missing so much beauty sleep, thirty something. Bright green eyes stared expectantly from his smooth, but rather pale face. Must be the effect of his night owl existence. "Hi there," fit boy offered. He eyed the side of head and I found my cheeks flushing with embarrassment, even in this cold. I ran my hand through the length of my hair, fingers snagging in the dark tangles. Crap I just knew I had a birds nest perched on the side of head. "Hi yourself. Do you mind keeping the music turned down? I really need some sleep." I shot back. He can afford to be cheery; he's clearly getting enough shut-eye. "Crap. I'm really sorry; I didn't even give it any thought." "Clearly." "Yeah I'll keep it right down. I didn't know there was anyone next door." I started to make a face at his weak reasoning then glimpsed the front of my house, bare of any curtains, or life in general. Hrrmmph. "Yeah, well there is." It was simply too late for pleasantries and I twirled on one foot stomping back up the way I had come. "Eh. Goodnight." My neighbour yelled after me. I raised my arm, waving without even turning around; I staggered my way back into bed. Off course I slept in the next morning and was a bit like a half-shut knife all day. Working over time I never made it home until after dark when clearly my nutty neighbour was up and blasting out that special brand of noise he prefers. Shucking out of my coat I dropped my bag at my feet shaking myself free of my torturous heels; heading for the couch I was suddenly aware of a distinct silence. Huh! He turned the music down. Well done him. As I was about to flop on my ratty sofa the door-bell rang, and grunt of frustration escaped. Padding my way back the way I came I saw a suspiciously familiar bulky form through the frosted glass. If I saw him then it stands to reason that he saw me, I wouldn't get away with ignoring him. Damn it. My shoulders slouched as I gave into good manners and opened the door. "Hi, I'm Samuel. I live next door?" Was he asking me? "Yes I know, we met last night." I said. "Right. Listen I wanted to apologise again for keeping you up." "Forget it. It's fine now." "Look I think we got off on the wrong foot last night, and it was purely my fault; so I wanted make amends. I made dinner. For you. To eat." "Uh huh." "Too weird? I knew it. This whole thing is alien to me and I wanted to do it right, but I've blown it instead. I'll leave you alone." His pale skin creased between his dark brows as he drew them into a deep frown, dry lips pulling up at one side as he shook his head. Internally berating himself. He turned to leave, and my conscience pinged within my chest. "Helen. My name's Helen." Samuel turned back with and expectant expression. "I haven't eaten yet, so I guess dinner sounds good." He smiled. "But just dinner." I made clear. Samuel nodded his head vigorously, expression turning serious, but there was a cheeky glint in his eye. He was worth watching this one. Good god what was I thinking, I don't date. Wrong choice of words, this was not a date. It was just an apology dinner. If I chew fast then it'll be over quicker. Samuel's word was good, as was his cooking. A plate full of stir fry and a half bottle of wine later saw me lounging on his sofa, shoes off feet curled under me. He really was lovely. His soft voice was almost hypnotic and kept me listening to his words all through dinner. Right now my head was beginning to roll forward, heavy with drowsiness. His cold fingers stroked my cheek as they swept my long hair behind my ear. A few of the brown hairs had escaped and he did it again. My head snapped up. "I'm sorry Helen I didn't mean to startle you. Your hair was covering your face." I looked at him dumbly. "I enjoy looking at your face." He said. My face flushed and I lowered my gaze from his. "Ah don't do that. Your eyes are the best part. Although I am now partial to the colour of your cheeks as they are now." As the blushing spread across the rest of my face I hoped he was partial to that colour all over, because I was in serious blush mode. "Ah Helen. I've embarrassed you, I didn't mean to. I sought only to compliment." Why does he have to say my name in that seriously sexy drawl? I cleared my throat. "Um, thank you." "You blush as a young girl does. Do you not receive the compliments you should?" Where was this guy from? He had gone from goofy apologetic, to sex dripping from his every word in the space of one meal. I struggled to my feet, trying to shake off the effects of the wine. "I should go." I said. "Why? I thought we were enjoying each other's company." He asked, his face twisting into a frown. "We are. We were. I just...." I stumbled as I reached my foot to slip it into my shoe. Samuel was quick and caught me before I fell flat on my face. My god I bet he thinks I'm a klutz. He held me tight to him his breath washing over my face, intoxicating. I think I actually leaned towards him. His hands slid from my arms around my back pulling me too him. My own arms were locked between my body and his, still trying to catch up. His face lowered but hovered there, baiting me. His jade eyes roamed freely over my face, lips curving in satisfaction. "Do you want me Helen?" I did damn him, but I was damned if I'd tell him that. " Helen?" He sang, stroking my lips with his. A groan escaped me and he smiled, peppering light kisses along my jaw. "Helen speak to me, this silence it killing me. You're crushing my fragile ego. Tell me, do you want me?" "Yes." It was barely a whisper, but he heard it. His mouth crushed mine, tongue probing deep; scraping my teeth as he pushed deep inside. I groaned as his tongue swept around mine. One hand held me to him as his other crept up between us, cupping a breast. He pulled back letting me breathe. "I'm glad, because I want you. All of you." His gaze swept down over me. Even fully closed I felt exposed to him. His nimble fingers unbuttoned my blouse and I shrugged out of it, tossing it aside. "Beautiful." He circled behind me and I suddenly felt vulnerable. As I turned to him he grasped my shoulders keeping my back to him, but turning me so that we faced the long mirror on the opposite wall. His arm snaked over my stomach, hand creeping higher under my bra pushing one breast from its cup then the other. His fingers teased gently at the nipples, pinching and rolling; the sensation shooting straight between my thighs. I let my head drop back onto his shoulder and arched up to his touch. Twisting my head around, my mouth searching for his, but his hand grasped my jaw forcing it back. "No Helen. Watch. See us." As I watched through the mirror he looked me in the eyes, before hooking his hands into the elastic waistband of my skirt. In one yank he undressed me. I felt his cold hands stroke up my legs, sending a shiver shooting through me; his fingers stroked over my hips, back to my breast, grasping my bra; he ripped the material from me. My breath was becoming fast and shallow, lust swelling within me as I watched Samuel sweep his hands over me, knowing no boundaries. His teeth nipped at my neck, nibbling along my shoulder, as I trembled against him. His body pressed against me and I felt the evidence of his own arousal pressed against me. I groaned in anticipation, my body crying out for his. My hands reached behind me. Stroking him through his jeans, I struggled to unbutton the tight material. His own impatience showed when he released my breast and reached down releasing himself, popping the buttons. His lack of any underwear freed him to the air. Want and need poured through me when I felt the long hot length of him press against my bottom. Pressing back I ground against him. His groan of lust belied his own need. His hands held my hips firmly in place. "You are quite wanton. A warmer reception than I was expecting. Speaking of warmer..." His fingers crept low dipping quickly between my legs. A rumble rose from deep within his chest. "Hmmm. Warm and wet. Open to me Helen." Oh gods how could I refuse him? Why would I want to? Right then I wanted him. Needed him. I watched myself in the mirror as I spread my legs a little wider, and Samuel's fingers disappeared between them again. He ran his fingers up my slick heat before he dipped one inside, twisting it slowly. With each movement he watched my reaction. I pressed down, wanting, needing him deeper. He pushed a second finger into me, sliding in then out of me, once, twice, before removing them. I felt so empty, incomplete. My eyes searched his, wanting more. "On your knees." His voice deep and rough, he gave a gentle shove. As if I wouldn't obey. As if. Dropping to me knees, I fell forward onto my elbows. I saw myself. Mouth open, eyelids drooped rocking back in search of him. He scratched lightly down my back, causing me to arch pushing my hips higher, begging for attention. Laying one palm flat on my back, his other continued on down until I felt his fingers push into me once more. My hips bucked against them as they sawed in and out. I could feel how wet I had become. His fingers swept in and out, down across my swollen clit as I gasped. The deep musky scent of sex drifted up. My mouth watered in want. His bulbous cock-head stroked up and down my slit, slicking his tip. As he pushed into me I was all but panting in anticipation, hips rolling. Impatient I pushed back onto him to move things along. His shaft was thicker and longer than I'd ever had before, and could feel every inch of him as he slid inside. I wanted all of him, more still. He stopped to allow me to adjust. I spread my legs wider. "More Samuel, deeper." A low growl rumbled from his chest as I fought for more, but I paid it no attention. "Of course, my dear, how could I refuse you?" I cried out as he thrust himself deep inside, shoved forward. I sighed as I felt contentedly full, grunting in disappointment as he withdrew once more. I clenched down hard to keep him within me, watching as he threw his head back, fighting hard to keep that control he so clearly loves. Samuel leaned low over my back, his cool breath tickling my neck. His hips moved in a steady rhythm sliding back and forth, never seeming to lose contact with my skin, building pressure within me as he went. My own hips moved in time with his, picking up speed as the urgency increased. As his hips thrust against me I turned to kiss him, slow and languid at first, becoming almost frenzied. I watched as Samuel's eyes darkened, his features turning predatory, his lust hooded eyes missed me watching, as his canines appeared a little sharper than before. "Oh God!" His eyes opened at my words, which were the result of lust rather than fear. Seeing my reaction Samuel thrust harder in to me, I was ready to erupt. His hand slipped under me, between my open legs. Fucking me hard he rubbed my clit and my orgasm exploded within me. I cried out humping against his hand and cock. As the waves of pleasure rolled over me I did not feel his teeth penetrate my neck. The slow pull of his mouth, brought me back and the sensation ebbed a little. I watched in fascination as his mouth sucked me, his thrusting slowing in time with his sucking. He noticed me watching and almost looked abashed, as though being caught at this embarrassed him. His tongue ran over the holes in my neck and I groaned with deep satisfaction. His surprise at my reaction was evident. He was expecting horror? Perhaps. He pulled completely out of me with a deep suck. My head lolled in disappointment, before I felt him push on my side. Oh he wanted me on my back. Turning I opened my legs as he slinked between them, his hardness jutting out in front, wet and slick from me. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the very core of me. I gave a shudder. Taking hold of my knees he spread me open, spearing into me in a single swift thrust. I pushed up to meet him, trying to wrap my legs around him, but he held me open, exposed to him. Sweeping his hands under my bottom he grasped me hard pulling me to him as he thrust into me with increasing urgency. My toes curled at the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and taking his lead I grasped Samuels buttocks and we ground against each other. Locked together our orgasms crashed over us together this time. I felt him tighten before a coolness flooded deep into me. I felt my own sex clench tightly- grasping, holding him where I needed him most to be. Wrapping my legs about him I stroked up and down his spine, contentment rolling off me in waves. Rolling my hips in small circles I nuzzled into his neck, as Samuel lapped at the tiny wounds in mine, the air caressing my slick skin. "Hhmm. What a sneaky neighbour you are," I purred. His rumbling laugh shook me as it rolled through me. He lifted onto his elbows and looked down at me a smile pulling at the corner of his, now ruddy, lips. His eyes roamed freely over my face, taking in my flushed cheeks and hair plastered to my forehead. One hand reached over and swept aside the damp locks. "I think I may keep you," he said. I couldn't think what would happen now, what Samuels plans were now. Right now I didn't care. The Vampire Next Door Ch. 02 I'd neither seen nor heard from him in over a week. Good grief, was I pining for a Vampire? The word still did not come easily; I had been over it time and again, but still could not speak it. It was not my imagination, sex that good had to be real. The after effects were not imaginary either; those tiny twin brands on my neck had barely healed and were still visible each time I looked in the mirror. Numerous bruises were now yellowing and fading, but still proof that he was real. But for how long? How long would it be before I doubted my own memory, before I forgot? There had been moments when I thought I had felt his cool stare on me; when a familiar shiver would pass through me as it had when his gaze slid freely over me. My mind drew all thoughts back to him, it was thoroughly distracting. Every glance in a mirror saw him standing behind me, peering back at me. The whisper of fabric brought memories of my skirt sweeping down my thighs. Even at work he plagued me, rendering me useless. Each evening I walked my path searching his windows for...life? Is that even the right word? But, each evening I was more disappointed than before as his windows stood cold and empty against the night. Tonight would be no exception. Except is that him coming out of his door? A smile spread hesitantly over my face as he walked towards me, and my step quickened. "Samuel, where have you..." Wait, that was not Samuel; he was not that that tall, and his stride was smoother, less hurried than the gait of this stranger. I had hoped the man would not register my mistake, just walk on by. But, clearly, my luck was not on the up tonight. As I had uttered Samuels name a set of steely eyes snapped to mine, stopping me dead. "What do you know of Samuel, girl? Have you seen him?" His voice was barely a whisper, but my blood threatened to freeze in their very veins at the promises held within it. Leaning reflexively away from him my head shook, hard; hair lashing my cheeks as it swung. His hand streaked out grabbing my chin, pulling my face to his. Nails dug deep, not quite breaking the skin, but pain shooting through me nonetheless. He squeezed so hard it felt as though my jaw would shatter under his iron grip. Fear and shame swept through me as I let loose a whimper. "Speak now or forever lose your tongue," he said. A grim smile spread over his cracked grey lips, fetid breath washing over me as he let loose a gurgling snicker. Forcing myself not to gag in the face of this ...thing, I was absolutely sure it would not go well for me if I did; I tried to find my voice. "I haven't seen him in over a week, and I only met him that one time," I squeaked, through my clenched jaw. There was silence for the longest moment. Was he deciding what to do with me? Please don't kill me, my thoughts begged. The worn grey face drifted towards mine, stopping the merest breadth away. Air whistled through his nostrils as he sucked in a breath. Oh god no! My eyes shot closed, squeezed tight, as it smelled me, face drifting leisurely around mine. A satisfied groan rose from its throat as it loosened its grip on my chin, stroking my bottom lip with a clammy finger. "You smell most appealing. It appears you could be useful in another way." Running a finger, of his opposite hand, down my neck he drew aside my scarf revealing where Samuel had bitten me. His eyes hooded as his nails traced the pink marks. Panic surged up, released in a loud cry and flailing limbs. I was dropped as my elbow caught his cheek, bone crunching upon contact. I hit the frozen ground ass first, but I wasn't there for long. Scrabbling away I made it onto my feet, running towards the trees, towards shelter. I would like to have said that it was intentional; that having dropped my bag it was the only option open to me, because I couldn't get into the house. I'd be lying. I landed towards the trees and so that's the direction in which I ran. My lungs burned with each stride, but I forced my wobbly legs to keep moving until I reached the protection of the trees. Cowering under the boughs of a tall pine I heard nothing, except my own breaths as I struggled for air. Desperately I tried to quieten my breathing, but that was utterly pointless. I was totally unfit and out of luck; my noisy wheezes carrying easily through the still air. But, still I fought for control. Listening for sounds above the thumping of my own heart and panting breaths, I strained hard to hear any sounds of approach. I started at each snap of an imagined twig or crunch or frozen leaves. Long minutes passed and nothing approached. Had he, it, gone? Perhaps I had injured it enough to leave. A cold grip clasped me about the neck, shooting a shiver of warning through me, before slamming me into the unforgiving trunk I was hiding behind. My head collided with the wood as the rough bark grazed my cheek. "That was most impolite of you. I was rather thinking that we were hitting it off just then. If I had any feelings then you may have hurt them." "Sorry?" I was at a loss what else to say. "I believe you will be." As he pressed himself against me I was almost crushed against the tree. I struggled hard and he wavered not. His strength belied his fragile appearance. My wrists were pinned in his vice like grip, arms pulled taught above me. His slimy tongue licked at a track of blood that had run from my cheek and panic rushed over me. A scream burst from me as I bucked and thrashed against him. Oh dear god, please just let him kill me quick! My next scream was cut short as I landed on my knees. An explosion of wood showered me as something collided with the nearest tree. I crawled away from the sounds of a struggle, palms scraping against stones and knees jarring against tree roots. The only evidence for a struggle was the sound of impacts; the dull thud of wood verses the sharp crack of stone. There was no sound of persons. No strike of flesh on flesh. No curses as the strikes hit home. Then there was silence. I froze, waiting; waiting for the next strike to come, afraid to even breathe in case I invited the next misfortune. Cool fingers swept over my grazed cheek; I flinched from the contact, scurrying back. "Shh, Helen. It's me, Samuel." The familiar voice sent relief through me, and I choked back a sob. "Samuel?" My voice cracked then, my throat raw. "Yes, it's alright, you are safe now," he said. Safe? I shoved hard against him, trying to push him away. All I achieved was throwing me backwards again. Samuel caught me before my back thumped against the frozen ground. "Helen?" "Where have you been Samuel? And what the fuck was that?" I roiled in his arms, but he had me tight against him. "I really am so sorry," he whispered against my ear. His cool breath soothed my panic, so that I calmed a little, "I didn't realise that they would find me here so soon. We cannot stay here." He lifted off me, pulling me to my feet. "I thought you said it was safe," I queried. "You are safe now. There may be others soon. There are always others." I could not see his face as he spoke; I wanted to see him. He grasped me behind my back as his other arm swept my legs from beneath me, cradling me against him. "What are you doing? Put me the hell down," I said. "We need to leave now, and you cannot see in the dark. I can," he replied. I had no come back to this. I needed to eat more carrots if I was intending to hang around vampires in the future. This last ten minutes had been the most strenuous and tense filled of my short life, my exhausted body flagged against his as I conceded. His long stride rocked me against him as he picked his way smoothly over hidden roots and ditches. Even when we came out into the light he never paused, heading straight for my car, keys already clenched in his hand. I searched his face, but there were no answers there. His jaw was gritted, eyes tight with worry. Only when he had deposited me on the passenger seat, and he had settled into the drivers', did he look at me. "I'll fix this. But I really need you to trust me. Do you trust me Helen?" Really? Was he fucking kidding me? My disbelief must have been clear on my face, because disappointment doused his. "What exactly is going on here," I demanded. "I promise to give you all the answers you need, but later. Please trust me," he pleaded. I hesitated, of course I would. Was I really prepared to go to god knows wherever with a vampire, after tonight? My memory drifted back to the other night. That vile creature and Samuel were not the same. They were not; they couldn't be surely. If I wanted to know the truth, then I had to go with him. My lips narrowed into a tight line I nodded. Samuel gave a single bow of his head, how sad he looked, then started the car. Samuel lounged on the bed whilst I perched primly on the one chair in this sparse basement bedsit. The windows had been blacked out and the single bare bulb cast a weak light, barely reaching us. His relaxed posture contradicted his worn expression. Dark shadows sharpened his features which were more raptor like than I remembered. He is a vampire, a hunter. What did you expect, cuddly kittens and Disney movies? But he was more than the hunter, I knew that. The boy I'd met was fun and relaxed; the human side to his vampire side perhaps? Samuel eyed me; a wry smile playing at the side of is pale, dry lips. What did it take to make his pale, cool skin into the grey and clammy flesh of that thing? "You promised me answers," I said. "Yes I did," he replied. Sadness clouded his eyes and I wondered what could make vampire sad. "Who... WHAT was that?" "He is named Lotane. I have tried to avoid him for a very long time, and I've been successful," he glanced quickly away, "until now." "Why would he find you now?" "I came back. Otherwise he never would have." "You left? For good?" Disappointment welled in me. "Then why did you come back; did you forget something?" "You could say that." So the hunter was hunted and he had left something behind, something precious enough that he should risk his life to return for it. I was intrigued. Leaning forward I wanted to hear more. Samuel snatched is head back, backing up to until he was pressed against the bare wall. Jaw clenched and eyes shut tight, he looked like he was in pain. "Samuel, are you alright? Were you injured?" I asked. It took him the longest moment to answer. "I have healed." "Then why...?" My arm waved at him cradling himself, as if he were protecting himself. From me, though that can't be right, surely? What threat was I to him? "I am hungry, you need to stay away." "Oh." I straightened on my chair, but I did not back away. "You need blood." It was not a question, I knew what he was, it did made sense. Looking at him it was clear to anyone who knew what he was. Skin cooler, almost clammy; I shuddered. Eyes darker, a less vibrant shade of green; almost vulture like as they skittered around the room, looking at everything except me. "How often do you drink?" Morbid curiosity stomped head first on my better judgement, which screamed at me to avoid the topic of blood with a hungry vampire. "It should be every night." "When did you last feed?" His eyes slinked to mine. "When I was with you." He held my stare. As I remembered his neatly pointed canines pressing to break the skin, a flush crept over me. "Why so long?" I asked. "I couldn't get the taste of you out of my mouth. No other would compare. I was managing, but my battle with Lotane weakened me further." His head lolled forward onto his folded arms. "Why haven't you just taken some from me?" I was sure chivalry was not what vampires were known for. "Oh I want to, believe me. Nothing, would give me the greatest pleasure. But, Helen, I don't want to just use you." I released a sigh, this was pointless. A weak vampire was not going to be able to keep himself alive for long, never mind a hanger-on such as me. I was most likely going to get killed through friendly fire if this went on any longer. Although I would have been lying if I didn't admit I wasn't the teensiest bit flattered by this. The chair creaked as I got up. My breathe sounded louder than ever; I couldn't believe I was going to do this. Aged springs groaned as I settled next to him on the bed, he tensed coiled tight. I would not be put off. I traced my fingers over his clenched knuckles. "Samuel? What if I wanted you to use me? What if I asked you to?" "Helen. Please, stop?" The desperation steeped in his voice pained me. But I could not stop. Unable to see his face I pulled gently at locks of his burnished hair, stroking the curls between my fingers. "You need blood. I offer you a little of mine, why won't you take what I freely give?" Perhaps teasing Samuel was a bad idea. The hand stroking his hair was caught his own tight grip, as I found myself pushed into the mattress, Samuel a dark presence above me. "You would soon change your mind Helen. The pain would be too much for you to handle." His words warned me away, even as it seemed his will had broken. "I didn't hurt the other night when you bit me. In fact it was quite the opposite if memory serves." "You were otherwise distracted." His mouth hovered millimetres above mine, his cold breathe befuddling me. "I could distract you now, if your offer still stands?" His lips traced the lines of mine, before drifting towards my ear. "Helen." "Hhmm?" "Shall I distract you?" His breathe tickled my ear. "I believe you are already well on your way, who am I to stop a good thing." He smiled against me, but I couldn't tell if it was Samuel the boy, or Samuel the vampire. Right now what did it matter? He lifted himself above me, pausing only briefly, the slightest shift of his eyes told me a decision had been made. Could I change my mind now, even if I wanted to? That was doubtful at best. Closing on me he pressed tight against me, pushing open my legs, tucking himself between them. I could feel the hard length of him press against me through the fabric, and moved against him. He groaned, his own body stilling. "You're killing me Helen." But he didn't pull away, he ground back against me; the hard seam of my jeans pressing into my most sensitive area, causing me to writhe beneath him. I wanted him here always. My body screamed for his, as it had all the long days he had been away. His touch caressed under my top, shoving it up, stopping only when my bra hindered his progress. Rolling onto his back, he pulled me with him, unclasping the hook deftly. Strong hands stroked over my ribs, up over my breasts. Thumbs circling my nipples, and under his cool touch they puckered until they were taut. Impatient I pulled myself free of my bra and top. Leaning forward I thrust against him, feeling my wetness seeping into the fabric. When one pointed nipple was taken into a mouthful of his sharp little teeth, I squirmed relishing the sensation, as much as I feared the result. Samuel pulled me to his mouth, stilling me with his strong hands. His wicked tongue lashed my puckered flesh; scraping teeth sending shivers through me. The pointed flesh was caught between two sharp fangs and squeezed just enough where I trembled for more. His hands travelled lower, caressing my ribs; reaching lower still, stopping only at my waistband. The denim loosened as it was pulled wide. Once more we rolled over, the mattress again at my back. Nails scraped my hips as his strong hands grasped the material pulling it down; raising my bottom to help left me bare to his hungry gaze in one smooth tug. Looking down my body, through my spread legs I saw Samuel stare at me, licking his lips; I clenched in response. His eyes flicked to mine, in question, and I nodded my assent. Leaning down he kissed one bent knee then another. Softly, and much too slowly, he peppered kisses down my thigh; pausing to nibble here and there. By the time he reached the weeping cleft between my thighs I was feverish, impatient for more. A long, cold, tongue ran the full length of my slit. "Oh god." My knees dropped wide, as I arched into him. Spreading me with his fingers he licked deeper, tongue probing, delving deeper than I could have imagined possible. My fists balled, desperate for some purchase on the bare mattress, as I jerked beneath his touch. His tongue retreated, leaving me empty, only to flick over and around that sensitive little nub. All at once an orgasm exploded through me. As my sex trembled, desperate to be filled, two fingers pressed deep inside; I was pushed further over the edge. His thumb pressed gently onto my clit, turning in slow languid circles as his fingers sawed in and out of my demanding body. I almost missed the moment. He licked the crease between my leg and sex, cooling my heated flesh. Opening his mouth wide I felt his teeth pop through that top player of skin. The sensation dissolved into the many others I relished and pain gave way to pleasure. My hips thrusting up to him drove his fingers deeper still, as his mouth latched on tight sucking hard. His free hand grasped me closer and I felt his primal moan against my flesh. My own hands dropped to cradle his head, keeping him close as he rutted against the mattress, hips jerking. Fingers stoked my wet heat in time with the pulls of his wicked mouth, slowing as the moments passed. All too soon he withdrew his mouth from me, giving a forlorn last lap. His fingers were motionless within me. I looked at him in askance. "You're not finished are you?" Even though I had two stunning orgasms, I was very much ready for more. A wicked smile flashed back at me. "Oh no, far from it love." But he withdrew his fingers, pushing himself off the bed. I'm sure I let loose a squeak of protest at his abandonment. I watched as he all but tore himself free of his clothing. Shirt and trousers were thrown into opposite corners of the room. My eyes narrowed in pure lust as I saw he wore no more underwear now than he had the last time we lay together. His arousal jutted obscenely out in front of him, and my eyes were glued to it. A low rumble permeated the room, and it took a moment before I realised it was Samuel, growling in response to my naked stare. He crawled to me. His feline movement set my senses on fire as he slinked up my body, his chest rubbing my breasts as he moved, especially as I pushed myself up to meet him as he moved. The hardness of him pressed down as he settled over me. I was not prepared to lose him for anything, not now, not ever. My legs hooked over his back, steely holding him in place. "We're not going to get very far if you won't let me move." He nuzzled my neck, tongue flicking out in rapid laps, sending shudders running though me. "Let me worry about that, Samuel." He tweaked an eyebrow at my tone, but remained settled between my thighs. Nibbling at his chin, I worked lower. He threw his head back giving me free access to his throat. Pinching tiny bit of skin in my teeth as I made my way down-ward, sent him pushing his length again me. It slid easily against my slick core, but did not make its mark. At long last we were suitably centred, his cool shaft poised right at my hot entrance. But still he remained immobile. Smiling at his yielding this to me, I shuffled, pushing myself onto him; no easy feat considering his weight. I groaned in frustration as each time he slipped just beyond me. "Something wrong love," he asked, his tone mocking. "A little help," he looked at me, his expression blank. Oh for gods sakes, "please?" Samuels' wide grin was back. Lord how I'd missed it. Although, my enjoyment of it was short lived as a swift push of his hips sent him driving into me; I was wet and he was welcome. He did not stop until his full length was fully sheathed. My nails gripped his back, leaving deep gouges in his skin. The intoxicating scent of sex and blood drifted up to me. If I could smell it then Samuel certainly could, and did he ever react to it. Watching as his teeth lengthened, I felt another flood of wetness flow from me. As his teeth were buried deep in my neck I came once more. I gripped him tight, contracting around him, as he pulled mouthfuls of my blood. The Vampire Next Door Ch. 02 We came down together. Samuel still lodged deep within me, kissed me. His tongue licked my lips, asking me to let him in. When I did, I tasted myself on him. I emitted a groan as I tasted my fluids, mingled with blood. "I don't taste half bad," I said. The low rumble of his chuckle had him shaking against me. "The best I've ever had. It's hard to go back from that." "Then don't." He looked into my eyes. To see how serious I was? What he would see there, I wasn't quite sure myself. "All in good time, love." The Vampire Next Door Ch. 03 Closing my hand over the door handle I twisted, trying to make as little sound as possible. Nudging open the door I squeezed through the smallest crack I was convinced I would fit. The room was enshrouded in gloom, and I glanced towards the bed expecting to see Samuel still strewn across it; as it was the middle of the day he should have still been sound asleep. The bed was bare. "Where the fuck have you been?" I twisted towards the low growl rumbling up from the darkest corner. Hhmm, so much for stealth. Snapping on the one crappy light in the room I could, just barely, see Samuel rise from the floor. Dropping my bag, it gave a loud thud as it landed on the bare boards, dust rising from beneath it. Choking back a cough I glared at him. "Out." Crossing my arms against his annoyed expression, I stood my ground as he bore down on me. I could feel a belligerent expression set hard on my face. "What was so important that you would risk being killed for?" He was right in my face as he spoke, glaring down at me. I snorted, and a surprised expression flickered across his face. "There's no danger," his surprised had turned to disbelief. "just listen. It's the middle of the day; all decent vampires," I gave him a pointed look, "should be sleeping. Speaking of which, why aren't you?" His head was shaking side to side, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth, before a thought occurred to him. "What makes you think, we don't have people doing our bidding during the day? Anxiety gripped me; I hadn't thought of that. "Do they?" Somewhere, my mind still wouldn't accept that Samuel was the same as Lotane. In my mind there were two types of vampire; the evil vampire hoard, which included Lotane; and Samuel. "Well, no," he admitted. "Most normal people run for the hills when they learn you're a vampire." Touché. "Really?" I was surprised at this. "I thought, with your hypnotic powers, you would be able to get people to do what you want." His face screwed up in confusion. "We can't hypnotise anyone, that's just the movies," he said, rolling his eyes. It was my turn to be confused. "But, did you not...I thought you had...What about the other..." I snapped my mouth shut as his expression turned to one of horror. "Helen, do you believe that I hypnotised you the other night?" There was a real concern behind his question. "No. Well not completely. I just thought that... maybe you had a little b..." I trailed off as I saw the hurt in his eyes. "Didn't you?" "No. God no. I can't, but besides that, I wouldn't. Why would you think that?" I blushed as I thought back to that first night with him. How willing I was with someone I'd only just met. That wasn't me; I'd just assumed that he had. ..encouraged me a little. His low sexy growl, and sultry eyes; how his cool breath washed away any doubts as it flowed over me. His keen eyes peered at me as I put two and two together. "Oh my." "What?" His voice was flat. "I had such a strong reaction to you, I thought you must have had done something to me." I whispered almost to myself, but Samuel still heard me, and he went very still. "I must have hypnotised you to sleep with me; because otherwise you never would have? I see," his face was a mask, clear of all expression. My blood ran cold. "No, you don't understand." The look he gave stabbed at me. I forced my explanation on him. Yes, taunt the annoyed vampire until he get even more pissed at you. "The way I responded to you Samuel, where just being with you, felt right. Your very breath was like a balm to me. When I learned what you are, I just added things together, and got the wrong answer. I'm sorry, what can I say; I was never very good a math." Samuel prowled around me, flint eyes glinting. "If I wanted you I wouldn't need to hypnotise you," his fingers wound through my hair gripping tightly, twisting the strands in his clenched fist. Ignoring my cry, he turned me until my front was pinned against the wall. "I am strong enough that I don't have to," he whispered into my ear. His voice was low and cold, as he ran a nail over my grazed cheek; memories of Lotane froze me in place. Dread crept through me like a chill; my breathing became laboured with his weight pressing against me. Samuels fingers raked lower until his nails dug into my ribs. My whimpers appeared not to move him; he leaned in nipping at my ear, moving lower to my neck. "You enjoyed my touch. You screamed as I licked you, stroked you...bit you. I could have you screaming under me once more." His tone made it clear that no pleasure would be involved this time. By body started to tremble, and Samuel gave his own shudder at the scent of fear that must have been coursing from my pores. His movements were quick as he shifted off me, and I slid to the floor. Twisting I saw Samuel pressed against the opposite walls, arms folded tight over his chest. "But I didn't, and I wouldn't." His voice was full of sadness, but his eyes were accusing as they bored into me. I froze, waiting, afraid to move. Samuel closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face. He kept them closed as he waved a hand at me, "go on, and leave." My hand scraped about for the door handle, eyes glued to his face for warning of any movement. But there was none; he remained still until I was gone. I ran. I knew it was stupid, it was still daylight and there was no danger of a vampire following me, but still I ran. My breath heaved and legs felt wobbly. Shoppers threw me angry looked as I shoved past them. When I could no longer run I walked, and when I stopped I had no idea where I was. Feet throbbing and lungs burning, all I had achieved was to get lost. Looking around there were only houses, except across the road there was a church. At a loss where else to go I headed for it. Rattling the huge door I found it locked, frustration welled in me. What was I going to do? I had no money, no clothes, no car keys and no idea. The sun was lowering fast in the late afternoon sky; spotting a wooden bench in the church gardens I headed there, my weight flopped down on it. Samuel had let me go, why? He could have used me and left me broken; he said he wouldn't, why should I believe him? Because he let me go. He had not lied to me, didn't pretend he was something he wasn't. He showed me what he was capable of, enough to frighten me, and then had let me go. Why? Was he toying with me; or was he letting me go, against his very nature? What if it was the latter? My mind went over the conversation, the expressions on Samuels face. He had looked hurt when I had suggested I was compelled. I had hurt his feelings. Chagrin welled within me. Did he care for me; can a vampire care for anyone? Realization spread through me. He may have the greater strength, but I had caused him the bigger injury. Shame and regret coursed through me as I cupped my face in my hands. My eyes nipped and watered with the dust from the dry day. Weariness and remorse weakened me as the sun slipped lower. I did not have the will to move, and nowhere to go, I stayed on my bench, waiting. I wakened on a hard surface, stiff with cold. Cool fingers caressed my hair and tension coiled as guilt gripped me once more. The fingers retreated. "I'm sorry, I only brought you your things," Samuel whispered. Keys clinked as they were placed next to my head. Although I did no hear him moved, I felt his very real absence. Panic fluttered within me, and I forced my cold muscles to move as I felt them resist. "Samuel?" My eyes were everywhere, searching, but he was nowhere. "Please Samuel, I'm sorry. Don't leave," I begged. There was only silence. A sob broke from me as I realised, too late, what I had and lost. I had wondered what the difference was between Samuel and Lotane. Now I knew. Samuel was full of goodness. Even being made into a vampire hadn't destroyed his soul, and that was what I saw each time his smile beamed at me. That side of him was so strong, that even his predatory vampire side couldn't beat it down. Thinking back the battles were now clear, but each time Samuel had won through, not the vampire. "Helen." I turned at the low voice behind me, tripping over my own feet. Samuels strong hands caught my shoulders and steadied me, but he removed them the moment I was upright, pushing them deep into his pockets. I was sad for what I had done to him, sorry; I wanted to show him. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling myself against him. "Please forgive me," I spoke into his neck. He pulled me away from him. As hard as I gripped him, he was too strong and I was yanked away. "What have you to be sorry about? I threatened you." He could not look me in the face. "No, Samuel, you didn't," he gave me a disbelieving look, "you set out to scare me, and it worked, but you never would have hurt me. I didn't know that at the time, and I'm sorry. I should have known." "You were right to have been afraid, I'm a vampire and that makes me dangerous. I could have hurt you. I could still hurt you Helen. You should leave me now, before it's too late." He turned to leave. "No Samuel. You are not getting rid of me that way. If you don't want to be with me, that's fine," my stomach twisted at the thought that may be true, "but if you're doing this because it's safer, then I have news for you, there is no such thing. If you leave then Lotane may find me..." "Lotane won't find you. He's dead." His matter of fact tone put me off for only a moment. "Whatever, but there may be others 'there are always others', that's what you said. What if one of them finds me alone, how safe does that sound?" "You want to stay with me, a vampire, because I can keep you safe?" His expression was downtrodden and confused. "No. God are you always such moron? I want to be with you, Samuel, because I like you. I'm not so keen on your darker half, it's true, but I trust you nonetheless." There I'd said it. There were no take-backs. "Please don't leave me." If I was baring all then I would do it right. If he was going to reject me, he would have all the facts first. "Helen, this is a bad idea. I really tried to do the right thing; make leaving me easy." Doubt crept into his voice. "But, I found it...difficult." "I knew it, you didn't really want rid of me." I jumped at him, arms circling his waist. There was a moment's hesitation before he wrapped his arms around me, head lowering to rest on the top of mine. "If you stay with me, you will be hunted too." I knew I was breaking through his doubts. My head twisted so that his chin hovered above my lips. "I would rather spend the rest of my life running with you, than safe but alone. I know I made a mistake, but I'm still learning this stuff, can't you just cut me a little slack?" I lifted onto the balls of my feet and placed a soft kiss onto his chin. He tightened his grip on me, releasing a low moan of frustration. "Please let me make it up to you." My hands crept up running through his hair. Grabbing two handfuls I pulled him down to me sucking his bottom lip between my own. As he leaned down to kiss me back I leaned back out of reach. "Ah Ah. Not yet." I pushed against him and he stumbled, the back of his knees hitting against the bench. Another gentle push and he was sitting. I bore down on him and my mouth latched onto his; straddling his legs with my knees resting on the bench I leaned against him, so that he bowed back. "Samuel, I need you," I growled against his mouth. My hand lowered, raking over his chest, undoing one button then another as I worked my down. When I reached his crotch I pressed slow languid circles, his arousal stiffening at my touch. Releasing his button I freed his hard length into my waiting palm. "Oh my, you feel so hard." I curled my fingers around him, giving a gentle squeeze. He released a short grunt and thrust into my fist. "Do you think it's a mortal sin to fist a vampire on holy ground?" I shuffled my way down his body, moving to crouch down between his knees. Leaning forward I nuzzled my cheek down the length of him. Drawing my head back up my lips brushed over his tip, before stroking down the other side with my opposite cheek. "Or maybe it's only a sin if I take you within me." Bending over I took the tip into my mouth. Flicking my tongue over the tip, I dipped it into the tiny eye, and I moaned at the salty tasted with a hint of copper. I heard Samuels nails scrape the wood of the bench as he hissed into the night. Withdrawing my lips with a loud smack, as though I were enjoying a particularly tasty lollipop, I looked up at Samuel and waited until he looked down at me. His gorgeous mouth was parted, tiny canines just visible behind plush lips. Running the tip of my warm tongue in slow circles around the head of his cool cock, I watched as his lids drooped shading his molten eyes. Once more my mouth enveloped his head and I sucked it hard, my closed hand stroking his hard shaft. His hips bucked shoving him deeper into my wanting mouth. Giving a long hum of appreciation I let the vibration stimulate him further. I could feel him trembling under my touch. Placing my hand on each of his muscled thighs I spread him wider. Using him to support me I slid down his length, the cock-head ticking the back of my throat. Going to work I lavished long deep sucks, before drawing back up. Fingers drew back my hair and his skin, wet from my mouth, glistened in the moonlight. Listening to Samuels pleasure, pleasure I had given him, was making me wet. Getting caught up in the urgency I slid back down onto him, taking as much of him as I could fit. Cupping his heavy balls in my hand, my fingernails scratched his loose skin lightly, and this was the ice cream on his cone. At that his balls tightened and a jet after jet of cool luscious cum shot into my mouth, and I drank him deep. Swallowing greedily I took what he offered and wanted more. Holding him in my mouth I waited until he was spent. Releasing a wistful sigh I licked him clean. His eyes were still riveted to me, watching. Pulling myself up his lean body I placed soft kisses over his navel and chest, giving his chin a dainty lick before planting a deep kiss onto his mouth. Pushing my tongue into him my tongue scraped his fangs. I could taste my own blood, and Samuels eyes rolled in his head as he moaned against me. "Can you taste yourself Samuel? Do you like your own flavour?" I purred. Palms clamped my cheeks and pulled me back to him. Hooking a leg over his I ground myself back and forth on his thigh. My own arousal was swelling to dangerous levels. "Please I really need you." I moaned against his mouth. His hand drove in between me and his thigh, kneading me. Fingertips found the magic spot and rubbed. Thrusting my hips against his hand my orgasm burst from me. Bless him, Samuel was still hard at work, and I ground wantonly against his hand, moans becoming louder. "Careful love, unless you want the police, as well as the almighty, coming down on you." Sagging against him I felt his arms envelope him. "Are you still angry with me?" I asked. A low chuckle rumbled from him. "Nah, it's kind of hard to remember what's to be angry about after that." Contentment welled within me, and I hugged him to me. I would need to remember the best way to solve any future disagreements. Footfalls echoed in the still air and I stiffened. "It's alright, nothing to worry about, unless you mind being caught in a compromising situation." Imagining the image of Samuel on display, and me draped over him, had me scrambling to my feet. He sighed and followed me up; hearing his zipper as he made himself suitable for viewing. "They won't be able to see us in here. No lights." His eyes sparkled with humour. I slapped at him, my hand brushing only air. "Arse." I grumped, but a heat swelled in my chest at the certainty that I wasn't going to lose him after all. A low growl broke the silence that had built as the stranger passed. Samuel cocked an eyebrow at me. "Sorry." I rubbed a palm over my grumbling belly. A startled expression lit his face, as though something had just occurred to him. "Let's get you something to eat." Grabbing my hand he hauled me from the churchyard. I was about to protest, but hunger drove me after him. Curtains flinched in windows across the way and my face burned at the possibility that we weren't has hidden as I had believed. I could see a smirk on the face of the pervert in the window and stifled the urge to make a rude gesture. Bowing my head I shuffled after Samuel, as quick as my human feet would move. I was burning in an embarrassing hell of my own making. The Vampire Next Door Ch. 04 "Helen run," Samuel snapped at me, panic flooding his eyes. I stared at him mutely over the coffee I had lifted half-way to my mouth. "Now, for fuck sake, they're here." Giving me a rough shove he turned in the opposite direction. My stomach curdled like milk on a hot day. They had found us. Dropping my cup, the remnants of my drink splattered in all directions decorating a passing woman's white trousers with mucky stains. Not waiting to see her outraged expression I wound through the busy crowd slow at first, due to the gaggle of girls in my way, then quicker as desperation set in. Weaving around some groups then ramming my way through others I made headway down the long hill. My feet slapped the ground as I pounded the pavement, limbs jarring as each foot landed on the hard ground. Snatching a quick look I saw Samuel as he intercepted a pale skinned interloper, just as another closed in on him. My stomach flipped as I lost my stride; I almost turned back, but fear for myself drove me on, away from Samuel. Tears of shame and horror streaked my cheeks, blurring my vision. He would make it. Wouldn't he? The hope was that he would fight his way free, without having to worry about me. We had become complacent. Months had gone by without a whisper of any others on his trail. At first Samuel had followed his practice of moving on every few weeks, with me trailing in his wake like a lost puppy. It was a comfortable routine. I had never travelled very much, now I was seeing all the cities I had seen in pictures and movies. Samuel seemed to revel in showing me all the haunts. From the regular touristy bits to more obscure sights. His schedule became mine, and I slept during the day, becoming a regular night owl. The only time we spent any time apart was when he needed blood. That was the longest couple of hours each day. Of course he still took from me, but he needed more than I could give. As stubborn as he was I had to force him out the door that first time to take from another. Guilt marred his face when he returned; you would have thought he had cheated on me with another lover. As much as I would try to reassure him, it seemed to be difficult for him. As twisted as I am, this pleased me. He still wanted me. We had spent too much time in Glasgow, just because we both had taken to it so much. The accents dripped off the local's tongues like honey, and coarse language flew like spit. The contrast between the drunkards that swarmed the darkened streets on a weekend and suave shoppers tripping between 'Primark' and 'Thomas Sabo' during the day was fascinating. We had been here for two months and now we paid the price. My lungs were burning as I streaked down past late night shoppers, mingled with gathering groups getting ready for a night out. Why would they choose here? Why now? Not exactly discreet, so many witnesses. Of course, if Samuel and I were to disappear off this street tonight, no one would ever be able to find us. No CCTV footage run on late night crime programmes would be able to help us. My legs pumped faster as my arms clutched at my heavy breasts, unwieldy and painful. Turning off the main pedestrian area I ducked onto a side road, then again, zigzagging into hiding. Samuel had told me before that if I had to run, then I should keep going and not look back, never look back. As the seasoned hunter he may be able to pull that off when danger licked his heels, but as the hunted my eyes darted wildly like the prey I was. There was nothing behind me except bewildered glances. Gradually I slowed, reassured that I was not being followed; my breath took longer to slow down. Matching my pace to those around me I tried to blend in slipping in behind a group of women on their way to a night of debauchery, or maybe they were just heading out for a drink, either way worked for me. My hand shook as it reached into my pocket for my phone, should I call him? Disgusted with myself I shoved it away; I would only be endangering him. Well done to me, if he was hiding and then his phone went off, giving his position away. God I wasn't cut out for this shit. No doubt mum would ask why I couldn't just meet a nice boy and date like a normal girl, but then, she was hardly the best one to be giving advice. Marrying an abuser then letting him move onto his children excluded her from giving dating advice, that and I no longer speak with her. A powerful hand gripped me, yanking me to the side behind a heavy van. A clammy hand clamped over my mouth just as my mouth opened to scream. "Not yet dearest. There will be plenty of time later for screaming." Terror gripped me as I saw Samuel unconscious on the floor of the van, hands and feet trussed so that he looked like a chicken ready for the market. A large gash ran from hairline to his jaw. The large hand that muffled my moan of distress was replaced by some sort of fabric wadding stuffed into my mouth. Fighting the urge to vomit as the stench of petrol invaded my mouth and nose; my eyes smarted and watered as I was bound and thrown in beside Samuel. Shuffling I lay next to him resting my cheek on the cold, greasy floor, but I kept my gaze on his face looking for any signs of life. A snort came from my abductor as the door rolled closed and darkness shrouded us. ............................................................................................................... The ripped vampire stalked towards me, oversized muscles straining the sleeves of his shirt. Really that was just overkill. Vampires had strength that no human could hope to best, yet they decided to send the hugest one I had seen yet. My only form of defence, avoiding eye contact and scrunching into the smallest size I could manage, did not seem to be working. But neither had I expected it too. It certainly had no effect on the last four occasions, but I was working on instinct and fear. I hadn't seen Samuel at all within the few days I had been here, although it could have been a week. Or two. I didn't know, having slept much of it. I was gradually being drained dry. Each visit saw a new set of fang marks and less of the red stuff left for me. What with the size of this one I figured he would be enough to finish me off. My only regret would not being able to see Samuel before I died. My eyes burned as hot tears rolled from the corners. I wondered if he were already dead. I had stopped asking, my words bringing only unwelcome attention but no answers. My heart told me he still lived, but how would I know. Wishful thinking was unreliable at best. Still I could not bear to believe otherwise. An iron grip squeezed my arm pulling me to my feet, and I yelped in pain. Pulled from the bare windowless room, panic fluttered a moment in my belly before flopping in an exhausted heap. The energy I needed to care about my predicament eluded me and I was towed along, feet shuffling on the stone floor. My head raised enough to realise we were headed towards a solid looking wooden door, that looked to have been made from recycled railways beams. The rusted hinges screeches in protest as the door was pushed wide. Tripping over my own feet I was yanked upright, pulled along once more until we stood in the centre of a long cavernous room, dotted with a half dozen stone pillars. The support that the hulk had afforded me was gone as he released my arm and stepped away to join the crowds that lined the room. My knees buckled and they slammed into the stone floor, my hands shooting out to stop my face receiving the same fate. Callous laughter erupted from around the room. "Enough." My head rose at the masculine voice in front of me. Seated in two chairs atop a stage were the two cruellest looking creatures I could ever have had the misfortune to meet. Beside the man who had spoken was a woman, whose cold stare made a shiver crawl through me. She leaned forward as if to get a better look at me, and a puzzled expression crossed her face. "So you are the human who Samuel sees fit to co-habit with? Rather a runty specimen, are you not. I'm sure he could have picked more wisely," she said, a wearied look softening her features. "I am Arthur and this is my wife Loretta. We have searched for our son many years only to find that he has picked up a pet along the way. It perfectly complicates matters you see. He insists that he will not be without you," the man said disbelief in his voice. Not just any man, but Samuel's father it seems. I could never get Samuel to tell me anything about his origins, or why he was being hunted. This was just perfect. And who was he calling a pet? Annoyance streaked through me, before the meaning of his words hit me. "Samuel's alive?" "Of course he is. Do you think us monsters that we would kill our own son? As tempting as that has been on more than a few occasions," his father rolled his eyes at memories that tempted his patience, "we do not want him dead...yet." "We believed that by giving him the space he needed to get over his crisis of conscience he would eventually come back to us," his mother gave her husband a side-long glance, "but our patience wore a little thin of late. And now you. What are we to do now?" "You could let me go," I offered. A chuckle came from the woman as her cold eyes bored into mine. "I don't think so dear," she said. "But you are a conundrum. Such a sorry figure you strike before me, with your bruised skin and dirty clothing, and yet your eyes sparkle with defiance. I can almost see why Samuel fights so hard to keep you. Yet our laws cannot be bent. Not even for him." My face twisted into a questioning frown at this. What laws? "No human consorts allowed." She answered my unasked question. "Oh!" "You see our dilemma little human. We cannot let you go, so that leaves only two options, either we turn you or kill you." "You sound undecided," I said. Although it did not seem to be me speaking at all, I heard my voice speak the words but I could have been listening to someone else talking. "Well we would have you dead, but suspect that we would lose Samuel forever should your death come by our hand," Arthur said. "So," he rose from his chair rubbing his palms together, "we have decided to leave that decision with him. Bring him to us. Let us get this dealt with." I started trembling all over in anticipation of seeing him again, or maybe it was the cold seeping into me through the floor. My eyes flitted over to the door that Arthur had signalled towards, waiting to see him dragged through as I had been. Many other pairs of eyes darted from me to Samuels parents in their throne like chairs to the door and back. A feral hunger emanated from the crowd. I knew what they were hoping for, and anxiety twisted my stomach. The sound of protesting metal pulled my head towards the door, and I saw him. Samuel walked through the door flanked by two heavies, but unaided. His hair was unruffled and clothes immaculate, but his eyes were drawn and lips tight. When he spotted me stooped on the floor at the feet of his parents he let out a cry of what could have been of protest or relief. He rushed towards me and his accompanying bookends went to grab for him until Loretta waved them off. "Helen, oh thank god." He hauled me to my feet looking me over, eyes darkening as he took in the punctures and bruising. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his fingers stroking the outline of my most recent bruise. He turned to his mother and father. "Was any of this really necessary?" "You gave us no choice son. We could have dealt with this quietly, but your antics have ensured otherwise," Loretta reprimanded. "Let her go and I promise to stay. Forever," Samuel offered. "You know that is not possible. But what happens to her beyond that will be your decision. She is to be turned or killed. What would you have?" There was no sympathy in Arthur's eyes as he gave this ultimatum; the outcome was of little consequence to him. "No." Samuel's head shook wildly. "I will not do this." "If you refuse then we will choose for you." There was no waver in his father's voice as he spoke. Samuel wrapped his arms around me, burying his head into the crook of my neck. Doubt enveloped me. Did he not want me anymore? Why would he not choose to save me? If the choices were that I should die or to spend eternity with Samuel, then of course it would be the latter. How could he doubt that? "Sam?" I pushed him away from me. Looking into his face to see if I could read what he was thinking. I saw only pain and indecision. "Don't you want me enough?" "Of course I want you. After everything you would doubt that?" I'm sure that doubt blanketed my face, and I saw no reason to hide it, I was facing death, I was owed the truth. "You don't know what it involves. I don't want you to go through such a thing," he said. "Is it better for me to die?" I trusted Samuel enough to believe that if he thought it was better to die than go through what the alternative, then I should believe him. His eyes squeezed tight as he fought for the answer. "I would not only have to turn you, but prove that I intend to make you my eternal consort." "How would you do that?" He opened his eyes and turned them on mine, he had made a decision. "Do you trust me Helen? I mean really trust me?" I swallowed hard and the sound was so loud that even I heard it. "Yes," and I meant it. I did not know what decision Samuel had made, but I trusted him to carry it through without knowing what it was. He reached out and tucked my matted hair behind my ear. "I love you," he said. "I will always love you." I tried to smile, but all that happened was that a tear streaked down my cheek. He caught it on the tip of his finger. Lifting the saline solution to his lips his tongue snaked out to taste it, his eyes drifting closed. When they opened again a fire burned within them. His fingers swept my eyes clear of any lingering tears, before his lips pressed a soft kiss over one then the other. His lips dotted kisses that tracked to the corner of my mouth, his tongue flicking out seeking an invitation. "I don't think this is the place for this," I said "This is exactly the place for this," he murmured against me. "You said you trust me. Then prove it, yield to me. Here. Now." Oh god! Fear had me trembling against him. I really didn't want to do this, but realised that what I wanted was not important anymore. Consciously softening my lips I let him in. His tongue snaked around mine and I did my best to ignore the crowd watching us. Squeezing my eyes closed I whimpered, wanting this reunion with Samuel, but abhorring the circumstances. Hands pulled me against him, holding me tight, and his thigh weaving between both of mine pressing against me. As memories of me grinding against his thigh flooded me a soft groan escaped. His palm snaked from my lower back over my bottom settling in the juncture between my legs. My hands took on a mind of their own and crept up his arms gripping his shoulders. Pulling him tight to me, my body screamed not to lose him again. Losing myself in the moment I thrust my tongue into his mouth, it was his turn to groan. But I was weak and my legs once more buckled unable to support my weight. Samuel supported me on the way down, catching us before we crashed onto the hard floor. Instead I settled atop the stone without any jarring, and he on top of me. He gazed down at me with a sad expression as fatigue swamped me. Unable to even raise my head I stared back through hooded lids, I could see any future slipping through my fingers. Watching as he opened his lips enough for the tip of his tongue to peek out, I saw him move it between his pointed fangs. He bit savagely through his own tongue; the only sign of pain was the scrunching of his eyes. Once more Samuel's mouth closed over mine his tongue probing. But now the flow of his blood came with it. The cool liquid flowed into my mouth, sliding down the back of my throat until my reflex made me swallow it. My first thought is that I would gag on the blood. But the flavour gripped me immediately. A sweet nectar, with a slight tang, was flowing into my mouth and with it energy flooded into me; I was struck with the need for more. Arms and legs clamping around Samuel I pulled him to me, my mouth drawing on his tongue desperate for more. Too soon the flow diminished and I contented myself with the taste of his lips and relearning the contours of his mouth. His breath was coming short and fast as he kissed me back, pressing me against the floor. He lifted off of me and I groaned for him. Pulling myself onto my knees, to mimic his kneeling stance in front of me, I watched as he stripped and discarded his perfectly pressed suit jacket and shirt. My eyes widened as I caught onto his intention, eyeing the others watching us around the room. "Yes Helen. I am going to take you in front of them. They are going to see how wet I make you. There will be no doubt that you and I are meant to be together." My chest rose and fell with my rapid and shallow breaths his words created. Heat rose and spread. Not from embarrassment, but from lust. My mouth watered and lips tingled in anticipation. I could feel how wet his words had made me. Samuel's eyelids hooded as he released a low growl. "Even now your body lusts for mine. I scent how you ache to have me within me." His fingertips grazed over my breasts as he spoke. "Tell me you want me. I need to hear you say it, now more than ever." Oh god! I did want him. Right there, even in front of all those monsters whose raptor like gazes had turned rapturous. I was becoming incredibly turned on at the thought of all those eyes watching us at that most intimate of moments. "I do want you. I want you now and forever, if you'll have me. Take all I have to give Sam, but just take me." Reaching over he ripped my already ruined top from me. Hooking his fingers under my waistband of my trousers he hauled me towards him. I gasped as his cool fleshed came into contact with my own feverish body. Snapping the button off, he rolled the material down until it bunched at my knees. I shivered at he slid his gaze over my near naked body, expression pulling tight when he reached each injury. His arms wove behind me and I could feel the fabric of my bra rip, before it was pulled off and discarded. Reaching lower he did the same with my knickers. Cool air wafted over my naked body, goose bumps erupting all over. I could feel his hand snake between my legs from behind; spreading my legs a little I pressed myself against it. I could feel his fingers slide unencumbered though my slick folds. Both Samuel and I groaned in unison at this blatant show of my need for him. As he rubbed me I tried to wiggle free of my bonds of the trouser legs, frustrated I slapped his hand away so that I could shuck free of the rest of my clothing. A warning growl turned me back toward Samuel, whose expression had turned dangerous. Gripping my forearms he pulled me to my feet and placed my back against one of the pillars. Gathering both of my hands in his he pulled my arms above my ahead. His naked stare took in all of my body, pausing at my pointed nipples. His hungry mouth locked over one nipping and pulling, as the fingers of his free hand teased and pinched the other. My aching body pressed up to him as the fingers of his free hand crept lower. When they swept over that sweet spot between my cleft I cried out, my legs spreading in the hope of more. He relaxed the grip on both my hands just enough that I slid down the stone pillar, into a squat. As I dropped one finger slid inside me, followed quickly by another. Gasping I thrust my hips to meet his fingers. Those fingers sawed in and own of me as the need for release built within me and I bucked wantonly against his hand. The wet sound of my sex and the scent of my own musky arousal had me panting and mewling as he pressed a third finger into me. With that an orgasm crashed over me. My sex clamped onto his fingers as my knees slammed shut to keep his hand in place. The Vampire Next Door Ch. 04 I whimpered as Samuels fingers withdrew, the back of his knuckles giving an almost forlorn stroke over my lips as they departed. Heat flooded through me once more, as those same fingers stroked over his lips, is tongue stabbing out to taste my essence on them. Samuel stepped back pulling at his fly and yanking down his own trousers. Raising myself to stand I watched rapt as his lean muscles showed from behind his clothing. As he stood his erection jutted out in front of him, there could be no mistaking how much he wanted me. Reaching out to him I was pushed once more against that pillar, my feet kicked so that they were spread enough for him to nestle between my legs. I felt his hard length pressing into my belly. His face rushed to mine and I prepared for the mash of his lips on mine. Instead his lips tickled at my ears. His pointed teeth sent shivers through me as he nipped at the soft flesh of the lobe. With shameless abandon I rotated my hips against his, hoping to hurry him along. Leaning down so that I could breathe in his scent, his hand gripped my chin and turned my head away, my throat exposed to his sharp teeth that scraped their way down. "Do you see them all watching? They do not watch me. It's you their eyes are glued to," Samuel drawled. I did see all them all looking at me. Many had hooded eyes and watched my every move. The concept of those creatures watching had my sex clenching one more, and my hips driving towards Samuel. "They see you now as I always have. You are pure and luscious, and they all want you. But you are mine..." With that he drove his cock into me. I cried out at the pleasure it brought. "...and you will always be only mine." Another thrust into me. "Let them watch. Let them see how you crave only me." My eyes flowed over the faces until they reached Arthur and Loretta; an expression of grim satisfaction was set on their faces. My fingers tightened around his upper arms, in fear of him disappearing once more. A mirror behind the ruling couple reflected the whole scene. The sight of Sam's naked ass rutting ruthlessly between my spread legs, sent me one more over the edge. "Fuck I can't hold on." At his agonised mutter, his fangs pierced my skin. Deep drags from my neck coincided with his hastening thrusts. His sucking paused as he cried out against my neck and I felt his cool load flooding into me. When his spurting subsided his sucking continued. "Sam?" My voice was soft, almost frail even to my own ears. I could feel my energy flowing away with my blood. Too soon my vision began to waver and flicker at it edges, before my eyes drifted closed altogether. "Helen, hold on love, it's going to fine. Drink this." I felt something pressed to my lips. A familiar sweet and tangy liquid flooded into my mouth, hitting my gag reflex before my body got the hint and swallowed what was offered. My mouth latched over the offering and my hand grasped it tight to keep it from withdrawing. I took long satisfying pulls for what seemed a very long time, but still my eyes did not want to open. Too soon the delicious offering was taken away. My belly was full to bursting and a serene satisfaction spread through me. The back of a hand stroked down my cheek. "Shh, sleep. You are safe now." As if to reinforce that Samuels arms enveloped me and I was lifted into the air. So gently was I lifted that I could have been floating through the air in a dreamlike stupor, indeed which is what it felt like, as I drifting into oblivion. ................................................................................................................ Cool cotton whispered against my naked skin as I stretched between the sheets of a particularly comfortable bed. Cracking my eyes open I saw I was in a room much larger and more expensively decorated than the last one I remember. Sprawled face down beside me was Samuel, his long bangs hiding half of his face from me as he slept on. Scurrying up close to him I reached over and swept back the invading hair, so that I could see his gorgeous face. Love swelled within me so that I was close to bursting. He chose for me to live. Not only that but I would live with him forever, if that wasn't a major commitment what was? In sleep his face lost the worry lines that he seemed to always carry. He looked like my Samuel, the boy. Leaning over I kissed his cheek, nuzzling into his ear. He shifted beside me, eyes cracking opened and smile spreading over his face. "Finally, you're awake," he murmured in his sleepy haze. "I was awake before you silly." "Yes but you've slept for two days and nights." "Really, that must be why I feel so refreshed," I responded. "Is that all you are feeling?" He asked. "If you mean, do I feel horny and hungry? Then yes, but not in that order." A smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Noted." He rolled over to lean down on his side of the bed and the sound of a rubber seal breaking drifted over. He rolled back with five pints of blood in his hands. Keeping one for himself he passed the others to me. "Start with those, but there is more on offer," he said cracking the seal on his. "What?" "You can drink donor blood?" I asked. "WE can drink it, yes, IF we can get a hold of it. Not easy as a loner on your own. But we can get it here no problem." Relief flooded through me, and it must have been obvious on my face. "I don't need to drink straight from a person?" "Not right away. But it is something you should learn to do." I screwed up my face at this. "Just in case you are ever in a situation where there is no bagged blood, then you'll be able to take from a human without killing them." "Uh huh." I wasn't convinced that I was ever going to go there. "Later then," he laughed. Drink those up; we have an audience with the parents. I froze at the mention of them. "Relax, the worst of over, the rest of it is merely a formality." "Formality for what?" Nerves licked at me as he avoided my eyes. "Sam?" "We are to perform a binding ceremony," he mumbled. "What do you mean, haven't we already done that?" "No, that was to prove you belonged to me. This would be to make you my equal. A bit like being a concubine verses getting married." "We're getting married?" My voice raised an octave at that. "Is that a deal breaker? I thought it would be what you wanted," he said, his face showing how vulnerable he felt. I cracked open the first course and I mulled over my reply. Although any thoughts of an answer disintegrated as the first drop hit my tongue. "Oh my God!" Discarding the first empty vessel I grabbed for another. Equally delicious as it was it was also full of different flavours. By the fourth one I appreciated how every person must have a unique flavour and that not all blood taste the same. Rolling my tongue around my teeth I dropped the empty packets over the edge of the bed before turning back to Samuel. "So what time is the wedding?"