The Vampire from Hell

Chapter 9 - Grab Your Popcorn

Chapter 9 - Grab Your Popcorn

"Hey! Hey! Vampire, wake up!" 

My eyes flew open as I felt someone tapping on my collarbone. I couldn't move. I was pinned down on the couch. 

"Hi," said a voice above me. I saw a hand waving. The voice was velvet-edged and gentle. 

"Get off me." I tried to squirm out from under the weight. 

"I think you were having a nightmare. You were thrashing about. I didn't want you to hurt yourself. That's why I sat on you." 

"Are there zombies surrounding us?" 

"Nooo, not that I'm aware of." My question seemed to amuse him. "Why? Were you dreaming about zombies?! Oh wow, is your father a zombie?" he laughed. 

"Yeah. That's not funny." From my vantage point, I could see the generous portion of manhood between his long, sturdy Viking legs, his flat stomach, and his bare, muscular arms. He was very strong, and I was in too compromising a position to take this guy on. 

"Sooo..." He looked over his left shoulder, then his right, making a big deal about my ludicrous assumption. "Nope, no zombies. You're okay," he reassured me and smiled. "Blick said you were having nightmares about snakes. Why zombies now?" 

"I don't know! I have messed up dreams! Okay?! Why are you still sitting on me? You weigh a ton!" 

"Stop bouncing me around." He frowned at me. "Holding you down with my hands didn't work, so this was the best alternative. You're pretty strong for a girl." 

"A what? Get off me!" I shrieked, thrusting my hips against him. I glared at him. Briefly I thought of hitting him squarely in the balls with my forehead, but decided against it. 

He clamped his hand over my mouth. "Shhh. Steady there, cowgirl with the potty mouth. I'd like to, but we have some workers here right now. They are fixing the railing on the deck out there that you broke. You can't freak out again. It'll get back to G if you make a scene. Can I trust you if I let you up?" 

I nipped the inside of his hand with my teeth. 

Immediately he withdrew, but remained perched on me. 

"For your information, Blick freaked out on me this morning. He pushed me into the railing. I almost fell. I did fall actually," I said, clarifying the incident. 

"You almost fell," he grinned. Then suddenly, his mood grew somewhat serious. His face appeared inches from mine. "Blick told me. Vampire agility, right? Poor Blick. He's got his hands full with you. Tsk. Tsk." 

His face was bronzed by the sun. He had a stubble beard, a generous mouth, straight nose, and an adorable cleft chin. His bright, clear blue eyes were as blue as the ocean outside Blick's home. 

As our eyes met, a shock ran through me. 

The voice inside my head said, "Wow! What was that?" 

He paused for a moment as if he felt it too. "Let's just sit here and talk. They should be done soon. Calm down. I won't hurt you." He pulled away and stretched out on the couch by me. Even the hair on his legs was golden blonde. I sighed and stifled a series of wicked thoughts. 

Then I noticed our close contact had excited him, and my breath quickened. Reluctantly I looked away from the bulge in his black gym shorts and admired the rippling muscles under his white T-shirt. My emotions were all over the place. 

He swept his long bangs out of his face and tucked them behind his right ear. His short cropped hair was the same color as the hair on his legs. 

"I can't stand being tied up or not being able to move. It brings back..." My voice died away.