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Warning: Mild language and adult content
Chapter 2 – enjoy ;0)
As soon as the door closes behind us, she presses me firmly up against the wall, our mouths locked in sensual battle. I can barely breathe … my head is swimming as she tugs at my shirt. She starts maneuvering us over to the bed. My jacket falls on the floor and my shirt quickly follows when she pulls it over my head. Her hands are roaming over my bare chest as she pushes me back onto the mattress. She quickly straddles my hips and starts kissing my neck as I try to catch my breath.
We should slow down, god … this is going to be over before it even really begins … but I just don't have the will to stop. Shit, I feel so strange … I can't seem to focus, just know that I want her. Our lips lock again as her tongue darts in and out of my mouth. My hands roam up her small waist as she nibbles at my neck. I'm shaking with desire as her tongue trails down to my chest. I try to loosen my belt, need to get out of these pants, but she stops my hands.
"Easy lover boy … not yet …"
My sigh of frustration turns into a deep moan of pleasure as she gently bites my left nipple, her tongue then circling the sensitive nub. I shiver in anticipation. Her lips slowly move lower … hovering for a few seconds near my ribs … but a sudden, sharp pain shoots up through my chest, straight into my heart.
I yell out in shocked agony, my back arching as I scream. The desire I felt a moment ago disappears instantly as the unpleasant stinging sensation overwhelms me. Oh shit! I look into her face. The dark pupils of her eyes have turned red and there's a sharp, thin stinger-like-thing protruding from her tongue, going straight from her mouth into my chest. I want to throw up but I can't move. My confused brain tries to process this information. It's her. The one we've been hunting. She can change her appearance. Holy crap … why does this always happen to me!
I'm going to die … shit … Sammy's going to be so pissed …
I yell again as the stinger slower pulls out of my chest and I watch in horrid fascination as it slips back into her tongue, and disappears, leaving a thin trail of blood. That tongue was in my mouth. I gag.
"Sorry about that Dean … but I promise it won't hurt for long … you'll be overcome with passion again, very shortly."
Pain courses through every nerve in my body and my heart thumps wildly in my chest as my breathing speeds up.
"What … have you … done … to me?"
She's still straddling my hips, but there's nothing I can do as I lie helpless under her gaze. She grins.
"Men are such easy targets. You won't feel a thing, except intense pleasure until your body finally gives in. The poison in your system stimulates the production of endorphins."
Thanks for the monologue … but I already knew that. Now if I could just move … maybe I could reach the cellphone in my jeans … Sammy's on speed dial …
She leans forward to lick my jaw, and my skin crawls when I see not one, but two of those stingers protruding slightly from the tip of her tongue. Looks like she can extend and retract them independently from each other when necessary. I think it's the grossest thing I've ever seen … crap … I close my eyes tightly in disgust as her tongue trails its way to my ear.
"The first batch of poison I've given you increases adrenalin production to jump start your endorphin levels, speeding up your heart rate with an itsy-bitsy paralytic, so you don't put up a fight …"
Go figure … no wonder I can't budge.
"The second batch which I'm about to administer, stabilizes you, don't want you to up and die before I get what I need. It also instantly stimulates your testosterone production and sexual desires ... you're going to be orgasmic."
"I … don't think so … bitch … there's nothing … you can give me … that's potent … enough!"
She chuckles as she leans down again to bite my bottom lip, drawing blood … I cringe as she licks at it.
"It will be the best sex you've ever had, believe me … you'll simply die from the pleasure."
My heart is still jumping painfully in my chest as I try to breathe evenly.
"I wish there were another way I could do this without killing you, really I do, but there isn't. I need your endorphins in large amounts … that unfortunately just makes you the main course, but I promise I'll provide desert … no hard feelings though … it's just a necessity for my continued survival."
"Stick your survival …"
"Now, now, now … no need to be rude!"
Sometimes I wonder at my own stupidity. I should have been more careful but I'm beginning to think she had help … I felt really strange … out of control. Probably some sort of pheromone … which would explain why she's so irresistible to men.
My heart is still pounding as she lifts herself off me and before I can say a word, flips me over onto my stomach with more strength then I thought her capable of. She straddles me again, pushing my face into the pillow as I battle to breathe, licking the spot on my neck just below my skull … shit Sammy … I'm sorry …
Well, this is it … good-bye cruel world … at least I'll go out with a bang … even though it's not the bang I was expecting.
I jump as the front door suddenly smashes in … Sammy?
It's the unmistakable click of the Magnum, ready to fire.
"Get away from my brother you bitch!"
Thank god … I sigh with relief.
I can feel her slowly move off me again and I manage to turn my head to look at Sammy's determined glare. He's pointing the gun directly at her. I grin.
"Dean … you okay?" His eyes never waver from his target.
"Not … sure …"
His worried gaze quickly flicks to my face … she takes the opportunity to launch herself across the room, knocking Sammy over before he can blink.
"SAM!"
I try to push myself up … some feeling is coming back and I manage to get off the bed, only to land in a heap on the floor. I watch in terror as she lifts Sammy up by the collar, feet dangling, into the air. He coughs and struggles as I quickly look for the gun. It's lying at her feet. I start crawling over … feeling lightheaded … but I need to save my little brother ...
She turns to look at me, eyes wild as she smirks. She kicks the gun out of my reach just as Sammy slams his arms down hard into her neck forcing her to drop him. He grabs at his throat, coughing but she quickly recovers, throwing him with inhuman force across the room. He lands hard against the wall and collapses … not moving. The adrenalin coursing through my body pushes the last bit of numbness out of my system as I stand up in fury.
She seems to realize that I'm going to kill her cause she slams the palm of her hand into my chest, nearly knocking my breath away. Shit, she's strong. I take a swing at her but she ducks, landing her own punch straight at my nose.
"Ow, ow!"
I'm still reeling from the intense sting while my eyes water. She makes a dash for the door and I do a quick leg sweep knocking her off her feet. I lunge forward, grabbing her torso as I wrench her neck with my free arm … but it doesn't snap … instead it rotates completely. I stare at her in shock as she hisses, slipping out of my grasp. She kicks me hard and I fall back as she rolls to her feet and sprints out of the door into the passage. Holy crap … what the hell was that? I should run after her, but my focus returns to Sammy.
I stumble over, collapsing to my knees next to his prone body. My shaky hand reaches for a pulse just as he opens his eyes, groaning as he rubs the back of his head.
"Ow … shit …"
I carefully help him up.
"Take it easy Sammy … how many fingers am I holding up."
He swats my hand away, grumbling something about me being an over protective mother hen. That's rich coming from him.
I collapse back in relief … my chest is burning as I gulp for air. Sammy's anxious gaze falls on me again, he immediately starts fussing.
"Shit Dean … what happened, where is she?"
"Left in a hurry … couldn't chase her."
He gives me the quick once over.
"Jees … you're pale and sweaty … I think I need to get you to a hospital …"
I roll my eyes but he ignores me.
"Did she get you? What did she do? Where's the needle?"
He gets up unsteadily, quickly scanning the room.
"Sammy … just hold your horse's bro … there's no injection."
"Thank god … so she didn't get you … I was so worried that she had …"
I huff in frustration.
"SAM! Just please … listen to me for a second …"
He crouches, putting out his hand to help me up. I take it and he carefully pulls me to my feet, steering me to sit on a chair. He's feeling my pulse and checking my pupils.
"What is it damnit … tell me …"
"If you'd just give me … a chance …"
He squirms anxiously next to me.
"Yeah … she got me … she had some sort of stinger-thingy in her tongue … actually two stinger-thingies …"
Sammy finds the small puncture mark in my chest and abruptly pushes me forward to check the back of my head for a similar mark. I hate it when he man-handles me.
"Sam will you stop already … she didn't get a chance to finish the job … but my heart is racing uncontrollably, and I'm having some trouble breathing …"
"Shit Dean … why didn't you say anything … let's get you out of here!"
My eyebrows lift in amusement as I shake my head at him tiredly.
He doesn't waste time … he can probably hear from my voice that I'm a bit worried ... and if I'm worried, Sammy panics. I can't hide it though, my chest feels tight and I'm pretty positive that the human heart shouldn't be jumping around like mine's attempting to do. He tells me to wait (like I can go anywhere) while he quickly collects my shirt and drapes my jacket over my shoulders. He helps me up and I have to lean on him heavily but he still manages to get me down to the car, positioning me carefully into the passenger's seat.
I prop myself limply against the door as he starts up the car and tire squeals out of the parking lot. I give him a dirty look.
"You break her Sammy … you pay for her!"
He glances at me distractedly.
"Sorry …"
He's definitely in full fledged protector mode, just need to keep talking so he thinks I'm okay.
"How … how did you realize … there was something wrong?"
"I don't know … just woke up and I couldn't get back to sleep."
I jump as he hoots at the car in front of us.
"Move it you asshole!"
I snort at his apologetic look before he continues …
"Anyway, when I saw your note I went down to the bar to have a drink. I was chatting with the bartender and he said he recalled seeing you earlier with a beautiful chic … he'd seen her the night before, but her hair had been blonde. Alarm bells went off in my head and I just knew you were in trouble. He was positive it was her because of her turquoise eyes."
I'm going to buy that bartender a drink if I see him again.
"I ran to reception and asked, then threatened the guy on duty to tell me who in the hotel had turquoise eyes, I mean it's pretty uncommon. He said he remembered a lady on the third floor and gave me the room number after I flashed him my fake police badge."
I'm trying to concentrate on what he's saying, but I really feel like shit. He looks at me anxiously.
"Dean … just hang on … we're almost there!"
I nod, trying to give him a reassuring smile … there's an intense shooting sensation running up my left arm and I clutch at it feebly … trying to ease the pain … shit … don't want to worry him more than he already is … but this is an emergency … don't have a choice …
"Sammy …"
He glances over quickly with concern.
"Yeah?"
My face wrinkles as I gasp in distress ... this is definitely not good.
"Try not to panic … but I seriously think … I'm having a heart attack over here …"
TBC ;0)