What is up! I'm back with a new story because I am insane. :) I know, little late for Christmas but I feel bad because I didn't give you guys a Christmas story. (Shame on me.) Ironic, the perfect Christmas story passes me after Christmas. -.- (Somethings wrong with that . . .)
Anyways, I hope you'll put up with this out-of-season story. :P
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A Christmas Kiss
Chapter 1
"What the-?"
That was all Anzu Mazaki, an undercover cop, had time for when head lights of a cruiser, borrowed from one of the cops here in Oklahoma, speared into the figure who seemed to have dropped from out of no where. He froze, caught like a deer in the swath of light, and Anzu yanked the cruiser's wheel.
The black and white fished tailed wildly on the frost-rimmed dirt road. Anzu had to employ every skill learned during her eleven years with the cops, before becoming an undercover cop, to keep the squad car from skidding into one of the bur oaks crowding the narrow country road. Cursing, she pumped the brakes and brought the Crown Vic to a lurching halt.
Her muscles had gone wire tight under the bulletproof vest she hadn't had time to shed since coming off shift. Rolling her shoulders to unkink them, she aimed the cruiser's handy powerful side spot at the man now lurching toward the patrol car. He threw up an arm to block the vicious beam, but not before Anzu registered the essentials to call in a report if necessary.
Male, Tan, he most have come from some sunny state, maybe Florida? No blood or visible signs of injury. Hair . . . hello! His hair was of three colors. Blond bangs that framed his face, with some more. He had black spiky hair that seemed to defy gravity with violet tips at the end. He must have paid a fortune to get his hair done like that. He was tall, he didn't have any fat on him whatsoever, and he was nicely built too . . . oh yummy.
He had black leather boots on along with black leather pants that seemed to fit him perfectly, as well as a tight, black shirt that showed, and defined his muscles. Oh gods, he was super yummy, if only she could peel those pants of—Whoa! Hold on, slow down right now Anzu Mazaki, for all you know this guy has a girlfriend somewhere.
"Hey!"
His shout carried clearly on the frigid air. Weaving from side to side, he shielded his eyes with his bent elbow and stumbled toward the squad car.
"Thurn that thing awf."
The erratic movements and slurred speech mad Anzu roll her eyes. "Great!" she snarled under her breath. "Just damn great!"
Six days and nights on a state wide manhunt for the murdering bastard Anzu had helped put behind bars five years ago, another twenty-two hours pulling a double shift so her pal Dave could spend Christmas weekend with his family and to make matters worse, an Arctic blast had swept through early this morning, icing the roads and causing countless pileups, now, less than two miles from her cabin and the sleep she craved, Anzu had to run into a probable Drunk and Disorderly.
She kept an eye on the D&D as she exited her vehicle. What sucked is, judging by his muscles, he could have her down in a flash. Sometimes she hated the fact of being so weak like this.
"Stop right there, sir."
"Huh?"
"Put both hands up where I can see them, please."
His right arm pushed high into the air. His bent left arm went up, as well, but quickly dropped again.
"I can't put my hanth up." He whined, swaying back and forth like one of those dash board bobble toys. "The light . . . ith too bright."
Damn! The man was so spaced out he could hardly stand. Or sick. His face was nicely tanned, like the rest of his body, so she couldn't tell if he was sick or not.
"Turn away from the light," Anzu instructed, "but keep your hands where I can see them."
The half turn almost proved too much for him. He skidded a bit because of his boot but he quickly got hold of himself.
"Okay sir," Anzu said when he'd regained his balance. "You want to tell me what you're doing out here on a deserted dirt road at 3:00 a.m."
He glanced from side to side. His face took on an expression of astonishment, as if he was noticing the bare trees and dark, empty road for the first time.
"I, um, must be loth."
"Where's your car?"
"Car?"
When he glanced around again, baffled, Anzu swallowed an impatient sigh. She'd better run him; see if he'd reported a stolen vehicle. She'd also check to see if he had any priors or outstanding warrants. Both were a distinct possibility if this was a chronic condition.
"Do you have an ID on you?"
Lips pursed in concentration, he patted the pockets on his pants and the leather coat he had on.
"I don't think so."
His hands went south again and Anzu tracked the movement closely. Her interest was purely professional, of course. She had to make sure he didn't reach under his coat and pull out a concealed weapon.
Of course, she couldn't help but watch the way his hands slithered down his hips and his thighs as that did a number on her concentration.
"Nope," he announced. "No ID."
"What's your name?"
"Atem." He thought hard for several seconds before breaking into a brilliant smile. "Motou. Atem Motou."
Whoa! Without the smile he was a class-A looker. With it, he damned near lit up the dark December sky."
"Where do you live Mr. Motou?"
"I know that one!"
The force of his excitement made him sway so much that she had to help steady him before he toppled over.
"Cairo." He beamed down at her. "I live in Cairo." Anzu's eyebrow shot up.
"The one in Tennessee?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Cairo, Egypt."
Anzu thought her jaw would drop right off her. Well, at least it explained his nice tan, naturally tan. He must drive girls who lived to be tan instead of white crazy.
Anyways, she needed more than a name and a place far from the USA to run him, but his face went blank when she asked for a social security number.
Date of birth, then."
"May thixth. Nineteen eighty-eight."
"Alright."
A DOB of May 1988 would put him at the age of twenty. He was young and under the age for legal consumption.
"How much have you had to drink tonight sir?"
"I haven't. Drunk, I mean." He dropped his gaze to a spot just below her chin. "I need to, though," he murmured. "I'm thoooo thirsty."
"What did you take?"
"Huh?"
"Are you on drugs?" she asked patiently. "Or medication?"
"Yeth! The dentith shot me full of something."
"Dentist?"
"I chipped a fang. On Christmath weekened!" His sharp brows snapped together in a scowl. "You ever try to find a dentith during the holidath?"
"No sir."
"Ith not easy." He stabbed a fore finger in the direction of his left cheek and glared at Anzu, as if his dental problems were her fault. "I don't know what he gave me, but the whole side of my face ith numb."
That explained the slurred speech and dilated pupils, but not what he was doing out here, alone and on foot, miles from the nearest town.
Anzu swallowed a grunt. Sleep would have to wait another three, four hours while she drove the man back to the county jail.
Or . . .
She could take him to the nearest motel and let him sleep it off. It was Christmas weekend, after all. And she was so tired her bones ached. She looked him over once again and decided to give him and herself a break.
"I'm going to drive you into town and get you a motel room. But before I put you in the squad car, I have to do the cursory pat-down. You're not under arrest," she assured him when he blinked at her, wide-eyed. "I just need to make sure you don't have a weapon on you."
Not likely, given those yummy hip-hugging and a bit of thigh-hugging leather pants. But the coat might have an inner pocket and the boats could conceal a knife.
"Put your hands on the hood of the squad car, please."
He wobbled the last few steps to the Crown Vic. When he leaned over to plant his palms on the hood, his coat rode up and she got a nice view of his butt. If someone could win an award for having a nice butt, this guy would have a pure gold trophy.
Anzu eyed it appreciatively but was careful to follow procedures, which was really hard when all she wanted to do was smack that cute butt. She couldn't help but use the front of her hand instead of the back when going up and down his torso. "Better safe than sorry, right?" She thought. And sliding her palms down his thighs and calves was making her shiver with delight.
"All right Mr. Motou; let's get you in the car."
He pushed off the hood and tried to swing around, but his boots tripped him, again. Anzu caught him, barely since he was so heavy. Thankfully he's knees didn't give out.
"I'm thoo thirsty," he gasped. His hot breath was on her neck, she froze, and she couldn't help it.
"May I drink from you?"
Her heart hammered against the Kevlar vest. The urge to let his lips crash down on her mouth exploded in her belly. She fought it, but the effort made her dizzy.
"Yeah, sure. I've, uh, got some bottled water in the squad car."
Before she could move he bent down a little lower and nuzzled his face against her neck. An instant later, something sharp sank into her throat.
Eleven years on the force had conditioned Anzu to react to any situation with lightning fast reflexes, she knew she couldn't take him down, but with some flashy moves she could. Yet she couldn't move.
The sensations spreading through her were like nothing she'd ever experienced before. They came in waves, each one stronger and faster than the next. Her weariness evaporated and pleasure rolled over her body.
The man beside her shifted, pressing closer, and pleasure became desire. Hot, heavy, urgent. Within seconds she was wet and aching to have him in between her legs. Then, just when the erotic sensations grew so intense they verged on pain, he drew his head back.
His breath steamed on the cold night air. Her breath was choppy and coming fast. She leaned into his chest and gripped his shirt for dear life. Anzu looked into his eyes and found them a little clearer than last time. Because of the night she could barely see, except for a two-inch-long incisor.
"You weren't kidding." She shook her head, fighting to clear the fog. "You really do have fangs."
His only answer was a smile so slow and incredibly sensual that Anzu had to battle its erotic pull on her. Summoning every ounce of strength she possessed, she scowled up at the face turned in her direction.
"Sir, you don't need a regular dentist. You need an orthodontist. A good one."
The sharp comment pierced Atem's sensual satisfaction. Sated from his feeding, he blinked at the woman frowning up at him.
Dear Ra. He recognized the wariness in her sapphire blue eyes. And the edge to her voice. He should. He'd encountered both often enough in the past five thousand years. Sighing, he struggled to swim out of his medicinal soup, amplified now by the hot rush of pleasure this woman had given him.
He hadn't drunk deeply. His blasted tooth was still sore. He should have killed that blasted woman who eagerly offered her throat then whipped her head around to see what was happening at precisely the wrong moment! Instead of sinking into her soft skin he'd clamped down on her jawbone and broke off the tip of his fang.
He didn't understand why the damn fang didn't grow back. It had done so before when he got into a few fights with his cousin, who had been a newborn at the time. The rest of him recovered instantly but when he went to bite again his tooth practically screamed. He remembered snarling in rage when he grabbed the woman's mirror and looking at it. He had almost killed the woman too, but being the King of all Vampires he had to set an example for his new children. Which were constantly flooding in.
The only ones who were to bite and turn humans were Seto, his cousin, Joey, a good friend, and him. That was it. But these damned new children of his, well, they weren't really his, they were Seto's actually, kept biting people left and right promising beauty and life forever, all for blood . . . fucking newbies.
Anyways, he had a hell of a time trying to find a damn dentist who would fix his fang. The first one practically tripped over his feet trying to get away. So he had to erase all his memories of him. The second one closed down his place so he and his employees could party. Of course, with his powers he changed the dentist's mind.
A half an hour later, fang fixed up and trying to make it back to Egypt so no one panicked, he didn't really want to repeat what happened last time. But whatever that dentist shot him with screwed up his navigation and thought process. It was still making his brain fuzzy. His didn't have a clue where he was and he just now retained some of his survival senses to know the sudden wariness in the trooper's face spelled trouble for someone with his past and indefinite future.
"Look at me," he murmured, putting very little power into the sultry command. He didn't have to. "Look into my eyes."
Her jaw set. Shoulders covered by her brown leather jacket jerked back. When her brow creased Atem knew he had to work fast to erase the suspicion in her eyes.
"You won't remember a thing. You'll vaguely recall feeling happy but you won't remember or know why."
A muscle jumped in the side of her jaw. Her sapphire blue eyes drilled into him. Her hair was short reached her shoulders, maybe a little past them, chocolate brown looked to be the color, of course with this drug that was running through him the colors kept changing. Her skin looked incredibly smooth, not what you saw in mortals naturally sometimes. Of course those mortals in the magazine had special creams and . . . what did they call it? Photo . . . something, but whatever they did it cleared away most imperfections that mortals had to deal with.
Atem's palm itched to with the almost overwhelming urge to caress her cheek. He could feel her blood warming his icy veins, feel the surprising strength of her small fingers had as she gripped his shirt. As he stared into her eyes his own eyes slid down to her lips, looking very kissable. Suddenly his belly clenched with a desire that was almost buried in his memories.
He wanted to kiss her. He hadn't felt like this since Teana was killed, and that was five thousand years ago when he was Pharaoh! After she was killed he refused to touch another woman in a sexual way again. Feeding was a different matter all together. But where did this desire come from? Where had the greedy hunger he once had been hiding? Maybe it was the drugs . . .
What the hell was he thinking? He knew damn well it wasn't the drugs.
"You want to take me someplace dark, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Where we can be alone."
"Yes." She groaned.
He felt like a pervert for doing this, but that feeling in his belly was spreading like fire but he had to find a dark place soon. Since he was the King of Vampires and since he had been alive for so long he could stand dawn, when the sun was very low but to be completely immune to sunlight he had to be over a million years old and even he had a long ways to go, and the same went for Seto and Joey.
"What's your name?"
She stared up at him, her brow creased, her will battling his. She was a tough little girl huh? She'd make one hell of a vampire but the fact that she could resist him a bit annoyed him to some degree. She was a lot tougher then most women had had met over the years.
"Tell me." He commanded, putting a little more power into it, enough to bowl over Seto.
Still, she resisted.
Ra dammit! What was she made of? Maybe he should have fed longer, drawn her into him more. Bent her will to his, but somehow, he doubted it would have helped.
He leaned in to her ear and whispered softly. "Tell me." If this didn't work he would probably loose it. "Who are you?"
"Anzu Mazaki. Undercover cop. I . . ." she trailed off, resisting, once again. If he wasn't the age he was now and had a very explosive anger like Joey had sometimes he would have screamed one thousand curses from the different languages he had to learn over the years.
Instead, he smiled slowly, holding her gaze to his while on the inside he was screaming one thousand curses.
"Take me to the motel you mentioned, Anzu." He used her first name hopefully to catch her even more, but instead she just stared him down. Well, for the first time in a very long time he finally met a human who could actually resist him. Isis didn't count since she could see the future.
"I have a better idea," she said at last. "My cabin's only a few miles down this road."
Atem hid his smile of triumph while he considered the suggestion.
He had to get back to Egypt, or they would send his oldest children to find him since they had the strongest connection. They would probably send his sister, Atena, who was just as strong as he was when it came to a match of strength. He knew if he made her worry he was going to get it, King of Vampires or not.
But hey, why not give himself a Christmas present? He thought as he gazed into Anzu's eyes. They actually reminded him of the vast amount of large sapphires he had in his treasure room. He was a King, he didn't have to be watched over for 24/7, right? Well, Atena would disagree with that but he was the oldest, and other than his sister's mirrored strength of his own he had nothing to fear from her.
Oh yes, it was time to have a treat.
"Your cabin sounds good," he said seductively. "Very good."
Now, before you guys jump down my throats about this, if you were a cop and if you had to pat him down you would do the same thing. Don't deny it. (Cause if you do then you're lying to yourself.)
As you have already guessed, when Atem says 'children' he means the ones that he has Turned. Seto was the first he Turned after he became one. Then it was Joey. (Who did live in in the same time when Atem was Pharaoh.) Mahado and fourth was his sister, Atena. And I won't go give you the whole list of who went down after that. Just know that Isis was last.
How did Atem become a vampire? Geneitc reasons. (What? You thought I had made up a really cool reason as to why? Omg, is this like, your first time reading one of my stories?) LOL jk. :)
If you have anymore questions just send me a message or review. I will respond. Oh, and if you're just lazy (I won't judge) and don't want to send me one, make sure I can respond to your review so I can answer your question. I won't say any names but someone asked me a question, I pressed the bubble to respond and it said I couldn't. So, now that I got that out . . .
Thank you for reading, I hope you come back and read the next chapter. :D
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