The Vampire And Her Human Mate

9| Stalking

Bianca was outside his window again. Each night she would complete a few rounds, just to make sure everything was secure- even before his visit to Cordon. She knew it was dumb, plus she couldn't see inside once they drew the curtains. She could hear various noises- mainly the television, music or inconsequential conversations.

As she passed his bedroom window she saw it was slightly open. It was hours since he got home and the light was out. She thought for only a second before silently slipping the fly wire off. She pushed on the window- it slid to the side. She opened it slowly, holding the top and bottom firmly, so she minimised any noise. When it was open enough for her to slip through she stopped and waited. She could hear his breathing. It was deep and slow. Asleep. Not disturbed at all by the slight sound the window had made. She shook her head angrily- he'd be so easily slaughtered.

She was wearing all black- a sleek full bodysuit and shoes that were like stockings, her shock of white hair under a skull cap.

Slowly she climbed into his room. He had nothing in front of the window- yet another error. You should always have a piece of furniture there so that people couldn't enter so quietly. Not that it would have announced her arrival.

He lay atop his blanket on his back, with a throw across his torso. He was not wearing any underwear. She cocked her head to the side as she felt an unbidden twinge deep inside her.

She could see very well in the dark. It was not as clear as when in full light but wasn't too far off it. His legs were slightly apart, one leg seemed to be propped by a pillow. She could see the sheen from a plastic adhesive on his inner thigh. A Tattoo then, she thought. She crept forward. It was hard to make it out, but she knew that spot. It was her spot.

His scent was intense in this room, his room, where she knew from her stalking he spent most of his time in. She felt her mouth salivate- an excess of moisture matched only by her core. Her breath quickened with her need.

His face was soft in his sleep, his mouth slightly open. She could see the glint of his tongue ring.

She touched herself quickly- not intending anything by it but just feeling an impulse. She saw his gorgeous sex lengthen. She licked her lips, pushing her fingers against herself harder. She bit her lip almost to the point of breaking skin as she saw him become fully erect. He didn't wake, but his heartbeat and breath quickened.

Just one more time...

She backed up to the window, not trusting herself.

The thought. The memory. The build up of everything she had denied herself created a plump feeling. Her climax took her by surprise, but not as surprised as she watched as Beau groaned in his sleep, his body responding to his own. He woke, his body jerking with the sensation.

She felt her eyes widen, and panic rolled out through the window. She ruffled the curtain on her way out and didn't stay to close the window and put the wire back. She dropped to the ground, army crawling on the tips of her feet and hands until she reached the front corner of the house, then leaping to run on her feet, keeping low and to the shadows, to her car halfway down the street. He wouldn't have seen her.

~*~

"Who's there?" Beau called. He blinked several times- what the heck was that?

He was so confused and disorientated. He had woken from one of his episodes and he swore he saw someone in his room. By his window. Just a flash of a white face and red eyes- no features.

He flicked on his bedside lamp. His blinking became rapid as he tried to adapt to the sudden glare. His curtain was moving. He looked down at himself. He'd cum up on his torso, so thankfully he wasn't going to have to clean it off the tattoo bandage. He looked around for something to use, settling on a shirt he'd dropped beside his bed.