The Fourth Horseman

Jameson Cain

"I want to mark you Nicole. I want to make sure all others know you have been claimed as mine."
We were still sitting in Jay's office, him inside me while I sat on his lap in the desk chair. He had been locked into his passion during sex but paused moments before his climax. 

I had already had one orgasm and was going for number 2. The vampire blood I had drank earlier was stronger than ever flowing through my veins. It made me irrational but brave. Willing to do almost anything with no hesitation. I had wondered if this "marking" rumor was true.

Before I met Jay I had heard stories of vampires biting humans and marking them to make sure no others would feed off of them. It didn't always work as some vampires were lawless and had no fear of repercussion for biting one who had been claimed. It usually resembled a tiny brand of sorts along the neck or collar bone, two holes healed over with small black veins snaking from out of the puncture.

 It really looked more like a tattoo and didn't catch the average humans eye as much as you would think. If I had been thinking clearly maybe I would have said no. Maybe I would have asked for more time. Who knows. I might of agreed to it on my own accord at some point, with no sway from his blood in my system. 

Because I had been consuming only Jay's blood over the past few days I had developed a deep loyalty to him. The blood whispered to me and urged me to recognize my master. My puppeteer. I had grown very fond of Jay all on my own but the blood turned the fondness to obsession. I could feel all the same symptoms of an addict, placing the dealer on a throne. Doing any and everything to please them and make sure my next fix would be available when needed. 

Maybe I had a genetic predisposition to becoming an addict, after all both my parents were addicts, dying from their addiction.  Seeing them strung out my entire life, pushing drugs and doing them, you would think I would try to get as far away as possible from the mistakes of my kin. Instead I found I was one in the same. My addiction and impracticality was no different than theirs.

"Even if you mark me Jay that won't make a difference. If a vampire decided to bite me they would. I've seen it. Marking doesn't work all the time. How many humans have you marked?"
"I have marked others before in my time but all just for the blood. The blood was pure and good so I took that human for myself. Never out of love. I simply kept them until they were completely drained. Then I killed them and tossed their corpse to the side. It was really more of a test of my own. Learning the value behind a mark and waiting for others to challenge the mark. None ever did."

"Have others ever tasted your blood?"

"No human has ever drank from me but other vampires have, during sex usually."

Jealousy and bitterness overtook me again. I hate this feeling most of all. I'll take anger, agony, pain and sadness all at once instead of one second of jealousy. It left a horrid taste in my mouth and my heart dropped into my stomach. I stood up and his hard cock slipped out of me. I backed up and sat on the desk. I wanted to hide this jealousy I was feeling, ashamed of its presence. 

"What's wrong Nic? What did I say? I was just trying to be honest with you. I will hide nothing from you. You upset with my past lovers? I'm sure you have a past too, just like me. Please know that nothing before our time together holds a candle to what we have now.  All my 300 years are insignificant compared to the moments I share with you."

"Can I ask you a question?  Don't you have like extraordinary healing powers?  Aren't you pretty much invincible? You seem to be. I watched you kill and drain two vampires and you don't have a scratch! Why then, did you come to the hospital to get stitches for your arm? And how do you own this club? Of all the things I pictured you doing this was literally not even on the list." 

He listened to my questioning and raised his eyebrows. " I came to get stitches at the hospital because my healing powers had been reduced. I may be the offspring of one of the most powerful vampires in the world but I am also half human. If I do not drink blood for long periods of time I become weaker, more human. Things happen to me that make me resemble the human side of my nature rather than the immortal portion.  I don't believe I can die but I can be be seriously injured. 

The cut was slow to heal, and I was tired of smelling my blood flowing freely. I had been wounded here at this club, killing a few vampires who had angered my father. I was on my way to Tennessee and happened to pass by the hospital you worked at. I went into the emergency room and smelled you right away. Your scent is so strong and alluring I wasn't sure what you were. 

No human had smelled as sweet as you... ever. So I was wary of you. The more I watched you the more entranced I became. Your quick pace and analytical habit made my curiosity spike. I wanted to taste your blood. I waited for you to get close so I could smell you deeper, hear you speak to me, give me your total attention. I looked into your eyes and it was over for me. I was enamored, changed, molded instantly into something I never thought I would become. 

Now for the second question, my family owns shit-hole clubs like this all along the east coast. We own a whole lot more across the US, mostly retail spaces we rent to fellow vampires. Making sure they have a fair spot to practice whatever commerce of their choosing. We have some boundaries thought. We don't allow them to profit off of human trafficking and vampire blood distribution to name a few."

"My name is Jameson Cain. Have you heard of the Cain family?"

I thought about the tallest building in the center of our town, The Cain & Sons Tower and my mouth dropped open.

"You have got to be shitting me!! Your a CAIN?! So your pretty much the richest asshole I've ever had the pleasure of fucking. Pleased to meet you Mr. Cain."

I laughed at how ironic my situation had become. What the fuck are the odds of this happening to me. It felt like a total dream. Was I dreaming? Will I wake up soon and lay in bed for hours reliving this extraordinary tale my mind has weaved? I sure as fuck hoped not. 

"So you want to mark me?"