The Immortal Blood

Chapter 12

Adam had somehow managed to hide his poor health from his wife by faking a strong cold.
He had wrapped himself in two layers of scarves around his throat and put himself on sick leave for a couple of days: he needed time to think about how to devise an action plan.
After a whole morning spent on the internet and a few tomes, he found his brain full of notions but with zero ideas on how to use them against his enemy, so he ordered a pizza and dozed off on the couch.
A gruesome nightmare had made its way into his troubled mind, where Todd fucked him like an animal while Vernon, after killing his family, crept in between them to question him insistently in Latin.
When he woke up, he trembled like a leaf, unable for a few minutes to distinguish reality from fiction. It seemed to him that he was still carrying Valentine's weight, that his huge hands were still holding his hips as he carved him open in two, that he could still feel his hoarse, open-hearted breath. . . he had pulled his knees to his chest, powerless.
One day it could actually have happened, and what could he have done with it? He was unable to protect himself, less than ever his girls or Cleo. . .
He picked up his cell phone, uncertain. It was stupid, especially after what had happened the day before, but he didn't see any other solution.
He had written a text quickly and sent it, before he could regret it, returning to slip into the shower to wash his cold sweat off.

Todd had spent part of his morning motionless in bed. None of the others had come to look for him, they were probably still suffering the hangovers of the evening before, except Vernon, who had retired early with the excuse of being too old for certain amusements.
He stretched himself lazily, turning on his back with one hand under the nape of his neck to support himself, discovering the weight of a morning erection against his belly.
He had lowered the edge of the boxers with a raised eyebrow: it was quite hard, certainly because of the alcohol and the bad performance of the night before.
With a slight sigh, he took it in his hand, closing his eyes: Adam's regular features and his pale naked body had taken shape behind his eyelids, allowing him to reach orgasm in record time. He had cleaned himself up satisfied, lazing around for a few more minutes before the sound of a message forced him to get up.
He had read the unbelievable text twice before convincing himself that he had correctly understood, then he ran into the bathroom to take a shower and get dressed.
Along the corridor he had crossed Axel, who seemed to be on his way home.
"Hey, man. I thought you were still sleeping. . . "
"I just woke up. I'm gonna go downtown, I'll see you later. "
"All right. Vernon wants to start the moving tonight. "
"All right. No problem. "
He had taken the door and left, checking several times that he wasn't followed, heading at a steady pace towards a pub in the suburbs.

Adam had reached the place first, that time, and he'd inserted himself into a wooden booth worn out by decades of wear and tear.
He had ordered a drink, but that time he had limited himself to beer, accompanying it with a basket of chips, since he was still starving.
Todd Valentine's rugby player silhouette had appeared a quarter of an hour later, making him twist and touch instinctively the offended side of his neck. The vampire had scanned the room and headed in his direction, with an impertinent smile on his face.
"You caught me by surprise. . . " he said, sitting not across, but on the bench next to him.
"Why?" Adam had stared at him coldly, moving towards the wall, uncomfortable. Apparently, not even the most popular of the clubs could dampen the aggressiveness of the other. . .
"Well, I knew we'd see each other again, but certainly not so soon. . . " he had winked at him, mischievous. ". . . are you trying to tell me something?"
"Yes, but not what you think. " At that point, he too had been directed, since Todd seemed to grasp only explicit arguments.
"Ah, what a shame. " He mentioned the waitress, then he ordered a Scotch. "I see you've been holding back this time. . . how's your neck?"
Adam flushed with anger, but didn't address the provocation. "Fine. "
"Is that why you're going around draped like it's December? By the way, this more scruffy outfit looks pretty good on you. . . "
The blonde had looked at the sports shirt of his swimming team and the jeans he only used on Sundays at home. "You're such an asshole. . . "
"Oh, but I'm not kidding you. " Todd had leaned against the carved stall, showing him the swelling in his trousers. That shirt perfectly defined the boy's chest and had triggered an immediate response from his penis.
"That's disgusting. . . YOU are disgusting!"
"Mm, and you would have called me for what, exactly?"
Adam had swallowed roughly: "I've been thinking about what you said. . . not the obscene things, the rest. . . "
Todd had put his arms together, waiting to see where the conversation would lead. "Go on. "
"What you did to me yesterday made one thing clear: I'm weak. I'm just a human being, while you. . . well, you easily knocked me out. In short, despite my efforts, I will never be able to protect myself, or my family. "
"That's pretty much correct." Todd answered honestly, staring at him.
"When I hit you, I hit you hard, you know. Very. And yet you. . . what the hell. . . you almost didn't notice!"
"Well, I wouldn't say I didn't feel a thing, but. . . that's normal. We're supernatural beings, Adam. "
"Exactly. That's why I'm here. It's not easy. . . to ask. . . "
Todd was suddenly illuminated, "You want my help!" He hit his hand on the sticky, damp table.
Adam had shut up, just looking back. "I guess I don't have a choice. . . "
Valentine had brought a hand to his mouth, admired: that boy was smart and, as he had guessed, had balls made of steel.
"You said Vernon knows the truth about me. Sooner or later, the others will know too, and they'll want to rip me apart. "
"And I am the lesser of two evils. . . "
"Lesser. . . " Adam grunted, taking a long sip from the beer bottle.
Todd had studied his soft lips closed around the glass neck, thinking how much better they would fit his cock.
"Surely it's worth another point that you mentioned yesterday: you might be a pig, but there surely are vampires worse than you. . . "
"You're worried about your wife and daughters. I understand and respect that. " Todd had been looking at him sideways. "But what good would it do me, to help you?"
Adam had stopped fellating the beer and eated a few chips. "Of course I didn't expect you to accept out of goodness of your heart. . . "
The vampire got immediately interested. "Really! And what would you offer?" He had studied the attractive man in front of him, wondering if Adam was a lawyer up to his marrow and ready to sell his ass for that kind of deal.
"Not THAT." The boy had hesitated for a second, in obvious embarrassment before continuing: "You can have my blood. . . when you want it. "
"I can take that one already, Adam. . . "
"Not often. Not without risking of being caught. . . without my consent. "
Todd had frowned, unable to deny the logic of that argument.
Of course, he could have attacked Adam at any time, even now, but the idea of seeing himself offered blood by him. . . a shiver of anticipation had fallen between his legs. "So, according to this 'contract', I would commit to protecting you. . . and you would give me your blood. "
"Yes. "
"Where, how and when do I want to?" Todd had pulled the strings, but he needed to hear him say it.
Adam remained silent for a few seconds before he agreed: ". . . Yes. "
The vampire had struggled not to reveal too much of his emotions: certainly the boy thought he had put some clear stakes, conditions, but the point was that the situation was not at all so rational, and he would soon realize it. He might not have sold his ass, but indirectly he got very close to it. . .
"Good. I'm in. " He had stretched out his hand, noticing how much smaller but firmer in the grip was that of the other. "Let's start right away. . . " he looked at him, ravenous. "You're not the only one in need of nourishment, Adam. . . "
"Here? No. Too many people. . . there may be some colleagues. . . "
"At four o'clock in the afternoon? I highly doubt it. . . we can always go out, if you like. " He'd shrugged off, starting to enjoy the situation.
Adam bit his lower lip, uncertain. He had no intention of being left alone with that maniac, but even being felt up in public was not an attractive alternative. . . he had studied the room, noting with relief that the patrons at that middle hour were mostly tourists or alcoholics, too busy with their own business to take care of them.
"All right. " He changed position in the chair, feeling nervous.
"Take off your scarf. . . " Todd commanded him with an irritating smile,
The blond had moved the flaps away from his neck, and the vampire had struggled to contain his own excitement: Adam wore the outline of his fingers as if they had branded them on fire on the tender skin of his throat. "Does it hurt?" He asked him in a husky voice.
"Of course it does, asshole. " The boy replied, dryly.
"What did your wife say?"
"She hasn't seen them. " Still that tone, and that cerulean look of challenge. Todd's penis had promptly responded to the call, even though it would have been useless.
"What a liar. . . lawyer. " He had come closer, with his mouth against his ear, before descending to bite the still undamaged side of his neck.
Adam had held his breath in pain, but he had not kicked him that time, he had let him do as promised and Todd tried not to take advantage of it, although it was not at all easy, not with the fragrant smell of his skin in the nostrils, only partly covered by his shampoo.
He had reluctantly backed off, his erection pulsating between his legs. He had caressed Adam's nape before withdrawing his hand, his blood beginning to work his magic in his body.
"It's not possible. . . " The boy commented, observing him. "The lip I split you open. . . "
"Yeah. " Todd Valentine had smiled, withdrawing his fangs. "See ya. " He had quickly took off to go to the bathroom at the end of the pub.
He urgently needed to release, and not being able to impose it on Adam that time, he would have to settle for a fallback.
Closed in the stall, he unbuttoned his pants, working himself vigorously for a few minutes with the image of Adam in his head giving the most spectacular blowjob in history. He had splashed with too much enthusiasm, also hitting the riser and part of the wall behind, finally feeling, at least in part, satisfied.
When he got out, the boy was gone, but he left the bill paid for him too.
Todd had put on his sunglasses and reached his Porsche, appreciating the mid-afternoon light as he made his way roaring back to the hotel.
He couldn't miss the moving out, or Vernon would have been even more upset with him. They would have to deal with Adam's subject again sooner or later, and he was pretty sure he wouldn't like it. . .