I'd Let My Girlfriend Drink My Blood

Open Deception

I went home, my usual route. It felt longer than normal. Like life was dragging on as long as possible, preparing me for a short death. I didn't get it, I'd never touched, hurt, said a foul word and yet I was being tracked down. I was hated, I could tell, this was a sick joke. My father had his people messing with me so I'd be normal. I slammed my door when I got home, Roger didn't come when I called him.

"Man's best friend. Ha! More like a terrible companion, a lazy loafer who just eats and naps." Oh how does a dog make someone less flaky, how does a dog make you better than a person with a fish. It doesn't. Its how you love the person, or the subject matter in my case. I sat on the couch rereading each letter I had gotten, scribbling quick notes to where I'd reply later on. 

Time seemed to evade me, drinking beer and reading letters, my good for nothing dog resting at my feet. At least he was loyal. I heard a knock at my door, I didn't move I didn't care anymore, if I was going to die, I'd die drunk and happy. "Come in." I waved at the door.

I heard very expensive custom ordered heels walk across my floor. It was a woman, the heel was thin and hollow. I didn't have to look up to know that. "Do you remember me?" A woman with long hair pleated in a long braid down her back, dressed in a low cut mandarin colored top. She wore skinny jeans that hugged her hips just so right, it was too much for a man to bear. Her eyes set it off, I knew from the odd honey color, this was Amber Drake. Her voice as sexy as I remembered, she could have killed me I would have died a happy man. 

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"Ms. Drake make it as painless as possible, and please find Roger a good home. Burn all my papers." I tilted my neck towards her. She stepped back, pulling her yellow sweater around her. I noticed her shoes were a blend of the tank and sweater. She was fashionable for a killer.

"Uhhh what do you think you're doing?" She put her hands on her too fine for word hips, and stared at me. She wasn't going to kill me.

"Uhhh you're not planning to kill me are you?" I tilted my head back so I could get a clear look at this creation damned by the night. I wish I was either the undead or she was alive, cause everyone would be jealous. 

"No I actually wasn't going to eat you. I need your help." She looked down and I noticed it was open toe, her toes were painted pink. She looked up at me, there was the sorrow and the sexy. I felt the heat. 

"Uhhh, sure. Okay sounds good." she ran up to me and hugged me, she smelled like peaches and cinnamon. I didn't know what I was getting into, the world was are a shit hole, I didn't see what this war would do. She explained. I was a guardian of balance. "Haha, please you have the wrong guy. I'm a normal twenty-one year old. I have a dog for Christ's sake. Excuse me Lord." I was a religious man, those years in bible study, paid off. 

We sat and talked till the early light of dawn. She kissed me on the cheek, the smell of peaches lingered. What was I doing, I didn't want to risk my life. I was comfortable with miserable pay, getting letters and talking about the untouched subjects. 

"Roger, what am I going to do? I don't want to die. I don't want to do anything except live my life. I mean she made a promising offer. Of course you knew that. Nosy." I crossed my arms leaning on the counter in the kitchen. "This is serious, I have a chance to be somebody and prove my family wrong but in the process I could embarrass and shame my father. Roger this is serious where the hell are Lily and Randy? I texted them to be here like now." And no sooner had I cursed their names they came in. 

"Dude did you know there was a hot chick leaving your apartment building?" I smiled, Amber if there is going to be war I'm opting out. 

"Yes I know. Her name is Amber Drake and she kinda needed some help." Lily popped open a beer and took a seat on the counter. Randy leaned on the bar, thinking whether to drink or not. He shook it off and grabbed a water.

"Okay spill dude, you had a hot chick in your house until the wee hours of night." Lily licked her lips, tasting the smooth texture, letting it run down her throat. If I had known her in high school, I'd be with her today. She could turn any man on, but back to business this was literally life or death.

"She is the same Amber Drake from college." He shrugged, that wasn't that impressive. "Okay it gets better, here read this." I handed him her files from the late 1800's. He leaned back.

"Dude, she is hot. I mean like she is hot. So what though. I don't see where you're going with this." He handed the paper to Lily's outstretched hand. I smiled as her face twisted from confusion to realization.

"Wait I know that broad anywhere. She is the one that wouldn't shut up about." I pulled out both cards. More proof. They were the only people who thought my craziness was from a lack of sex. I scoffed at the thought of being in a relationship with anyone. Maybe Amber. 

"She is no broad and the now coming to point I would have made earlier." She rolled her eyes and set the papers back on the counter. "I have to somehow stop a war, between the Vampire's royalty and the Hunter Society." They stared at me then looked at each other. 

"Gotcha and you need us?" I smiled, weakly but I did it. The smile came. "Dude this is going to be kick ass. I can't wait."

Randy shrugged, he'd do anything for Lily. It's been like that since our sophomore year in college. When she first walked in. He was speechless and somehow they were drawn together.

Okay, step one. The Team. Step two, getting the information. Diana. 

Amber was in it deeper than she let on, I think her services would help ease the stress, but this was strictly sexual. .