The Ratchet Vampire Chronicles

Hellish Haley

DELANEY

I decided to sneak in a visit to Springfield to see Haley. I had tried to push her from my mind, but she had remained there. I loved Bree, I so I fought to not think of Haley. I told myself she was only a sex toy, and that Bree was the real deal. Like Pops said.

But I knew better. Haley was more than pussy. She was fire. That girl was her own woman, with an independent rebel streak that drove me insane. Forgetting her didn't work. Some of the nights that I laid next to Bree, all I could think about was OctoPussy and Haley.

"Fuck you," Haley spat. I hadn't been in her apartment five minutes and that Latin mouth was already spewing. "We hardly know each other. Besides, you can't just come and go when you please."

Even in her pissed off mode, I sound cheesy as hell when I say she took my breath away. I sighed. "I know and I'm sorry. But you had to know it wouldn't be easy when you fucked a dude who was engaged. And I know you knew I was!" I turned her around, and looked straight into her eyes. "Mami, don't tell me no. I've wanted you for weeks, and did my damnedest to respect your space. You know you want me too. I could tell how you was fighting it. Fuck you back."

She jumped in my face the way women do, making me want to throw her on the floor and just shove my dick in. No questions asked.

"You weren't respecting my space. You were trying to run back to Bree after she dumped your ass! Do you know what happened to me? At school, they spray-painted my car, my apartment, called me your Mexican slut. I'm not even fucking Mexican!" She pulled away from me. "Where were you then?"

This was news. "You should have called me if folks were bothering you."

"If you cared, I shouldn't have had to look for you."

"C'mon, Ma, stop tripping. You know you miss me."

I reached for her and she slapped my hand away. "No, Delaney! I'm not your side piece anymore!"

"Oh, you so goddamn special now? Haley, you got game and you know it! Tell me. How many other motherfuckers' dicks have you sucked? How many other dudes have you tried to steal? Fucked in they car? Took to your crib the first night? A side piece is exactly what you are."

"Motherfucker!" she yelled.I expected her hand to fly out, but her foot got me, right in the calf. Then, her fist aimed for my jaw. Fortunately, I caught that one. "Let me go!"

I grabbed her arms, folding them down between us, pinning them to my chest. "C'mon, Br— Haley!"

"Did you just call me Bree? Punk motherfucker! Get the fuck off me! Get the fuck off me! Worthless piece of shit! Off!" she screamed, kicking now as I slowly pushed her down to the floor, and leaned on her, trying to calm her down.

"Shhhh. Calm your ass down before somebody calls the police. I'm sorry, okay?" Lying on top of her, I pinned her arms under me and grabbed her jaw, turning her face to look at me. "I said I'm sorry! I been with Bree the last five years. What the fuck you expect? I'm here with you, aren't I?"

Haley writhed, trying to get away, but I wouldn't let her up. "Delaney, get off me. I can't believe you said that shit to me."

"Why don't you answer?" I asked again, forcing her face still and placing my eyes just inches from hers so she couldn't look anywhere else. Our hot breath blew against each other, and my lips brushed hers.

"I don't have to answer shit. You answer first."

"Four now. You, Bree, a girl from ninth grade, and the purple-eyed chick. Now. Your turn," I replied. No smile on my face now, I stared straight into her, looking for the most honest parts. A tear slid down her face and I could tell she was ashamed. Finally, I prodded her. "Go ahead. I want to know what I'm dealing with."

"Twenty-eight," she muttered.

"You don't fuck anybody else. I don't want nobody else inside of you from now on. You're mine. You hear me?"

I watched her tears as they kept sliding down her temples now. I rubbed my finger across some of them. Then my hand slid down to her neck, then her chest, around her breast, cupping it. This goddess turned me on so bad, and the need to get inside her, hold her... was almost too much to control.

"No. Not until you tell me what I am to you," she answered.

"You'll be my woman."

"One of them, or your only? Don't lie to me, Papi."

"I want you to be my main woman."

"Hmph. So you'll have others. And what will Bree be?"

"I don't know. I just know I want you. When I lay my head down, I want it to be on you. I want to fuck you as hard as I can. I want my dick to reach every centimeter in your soft, creamy ass. I want to hear that smart ass mouth talking shit to me. Them kissable, petite lips around my nuts. All this silk hair in my fingers. My arms around you during the holidays."

"Who the hell is that purple-eyed bitch? Why could she fly like an acrobat or something? Who is Fallon? Why were you getting into a Bentley with her? With a chauffeur?"

I ran my hands down my face, growing more frustrated, and I knew I had to leave soon. "Why? You looking for money now? Is that why?" I snapped, standing to get up.

"Forget you! No! I want the woman with purple eyes again. Ever since that night, I've had some weird... I don't know... cravings. Like I can't get enough sex, or food, or love. Like I'm never satisfied. No matter how much I eat or drink or screw."

So Haley was feeling the way I did. The purple-eyed woman with the octopus pussy had done something to her. "Yeah, me too. I don't know who they are. Or what they're about. But they want me to play ball in Europe."

"Europe? How are we going to see each other?" she asked.

"I'll fly you out."

Her eyes wondered. "Will there be more like the purple eyed broad?"

I fumed. "What are you worried about it for? Who do you want? Me? Or them? I just asked you to be my woman. And that's all you can think about?"

She sucked her bottom lip. "You come with too much drama. I'll have to think about it."