Lessons To Be Learned

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Jay picks me up and throws my body over his shoulder. He bites my thigh and begins to drink.  His mouth sends goosebumps up my back and pushes me over the edge of bliss. He starts to walk towards the back after he is finished drinking and goes into a large back office. 

There is a desk on one side, a large safe in the corner and a couch in the far side of the room. Not much else to it but it was nice and clean. Well organized. 

"Jay what the fuck are we doing in here we are going to get in trouble."

 " Why the fuck would we get in trouble Nicole this is my club. It's one of many vampire clubs here in the south.  Now take that fucking stinking dress off your body you smell like other men and I can't stand it." He roars. 

"Oh fuck off Jay why don't you calm the fuck down. Go fuck that blonde you were talking to and getting along real well with. Maybe she can handle your cock better than me."
He rushes me and breathes deep into my neck. "Take the fucking dress OFF!"

"No"

"I will rip it from your body if it's not off in 2 seconds."

"No" 

I wanted to be stubborn. Still high on blood I was brave. Foolishly brave. I will push Jay over the edge if he is not careful, then dive off after him.

He reached up and shredded the dress off me. 

"Well God damn Jay that was one of my favorite dresses you cunt!" I slapped him. He didn't flinch but my hand felt like it hit a brick wall.

'Son of a BITCH!" I yelled and grabbed my hand. I walked over to the couch and sat down. Jay tried to follow me and I said no. "You go sit over there stay the fuck away from me." He stopped and a look of pure fear came over him. 

"You fucking dumb ass now look what you did" I held up my poor hand for him to see.  It wasn't broken but it sure as shit felt like it. It would be bruised no doubt.

"You slapped me! I didn't ask for it!" he said.

"Yea the fuck you did. You fucking pig what do you plan on doing with me Jay? Locking me up to fuck and feed off of at your leisure? If you want a pet Jay get a dog or a cat cause I ain't the one. I need a break from you, your just too fucking demented, even for my deranged ass. We've only actually know each other a few days. You have no claim to me. You don't fucking own me. I already got a father, I don't need another."

"No" 

 He sat in his desk chair, put his hands behind his head and stared at me.

"What do you mean no? I'm getting real sick of you walking around thinking your gods gift cause baby you ain't. Yea the sex is great, I like you a lot but Jay you do not own me. You cannot control who I see or what I do. Been there, done that, ain't going back."

"I will have you Nicole. How about I let you in on a little vampire logic. When a vampire drinks from someone, they can become addicted. It rarely happens. The bloodlust we feel is not picky, most times we drink to satisfy the hunger. It makes us stronger, invincible even. We drain one and move on to the next. How many people do you think I've drained in my 300 years?

 Countless. Hundreds... thousands even. In my early years I was a monster, draining 4 or 5 in a day, for months. Out of all the blood I have consumed, all my victims combined, how many do you think I became addicted to... how many do you think I just couldn't get out of my mind?"  

"Not a single one." 

"You are different. You have become my reason for breath. I hunger for your blood, your body, your mind, every piece of you. It is my crux, my downfall, maybe even my death. I would die for you Nicole. If another ever tried to drink from you or take pleasure from you, they would do so only over my dead body. I am your fiend and you are my ruin."

Heat devoured me. I felt my heart beat faster, it beat for Jay. If I was his ruin, so be it. He would be mine too. We can burn together. I was never one to think straight, even on a good day. My life was not carefully nurtured and loved. I was a victim to the broken ones. They pulled me down into their caverns and I made it home. I fit right in with the convicts and drug addicts. I am no better. I am worse, for I willingly choose this path. I welcome the pain and chaos. I don't want a perfect life.... I want my life.

I stand up and start to nod my head yes looking down at the floor. 

I begin walking over to his chair and he watches me and gets more comfortable in his position. I stand and look down on my demon. I analyze his face, strong sharp chin, black hair and black eyes to match. Lips parted, his tongue slips out and he licks the the blood from his mouth making me want him more. I see him clearly, eyes acute to every square inch of his perfect skin. 

Could I say it? Could I say those three words I had banished long ago. Could I muster the strength to give my all to another, one who had already committed to giving their all to me. I would be hurt no doubt. Loving someone this way only leads down one path and I knew the path well. My heart was already there. It knew the answer to my question before the question was thought. I was in love with my beast. But after all, one could only love a beast if they are already one themselves. 

"I love you" 

I whispered to my knight in shining blood. His eyes blazed with passion and he reached up to grab me and pull me in his lap. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, pushed my panties to the side and dove into me. "I love you more" was all he said. 

Yes.... we will burn together after all.

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