CHAPTER EIGHT (Do You Need Directions?)
Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to mlmarvin. For his support, good cheer and amazing sense of humor that has inspired me to continue when the muse refused to come out and play. Thanks Mike..for always being there! ADULT SITUATIONS AND LANGUAGE...NO MINORS PLEASE. DISCRETION IN READING RECOMMENDED....
Josef Kostan waited impatiently, hovering over the shoulder of 'Ryder'..his resident computer whiz kid. He anxiously peered down at three different screens, trying to decipher all the data being sorted and shifted with such rapidity it was difficult to follow.
"Don't hover." Ryder suggested, albeit strongly, halting the rapid movements of his fingers over the key boards. "I need my space, man! Just saying."
Josef rolled his eyes but, stepped away from the vicinity, if only for appearances sake. "It's past four..why doesn't the little idiot call?"
"Maybe old Hans is preventing her from calling." Mick sensed as much. "We should have.."
"What, Mick?" Josef's temper was short these days. "What should we have done?"
"Alright." Mick backed off, holding his hands aloft in the universal sign of 'peace'. "Alright. We're doing all we can."
"Hey, I know she's in England..that narrows it down." Ryder reminded.
Josef nodded at nothing in particular. "She said..mausoleum.." Josef remembered. "I'm thinking castles or very large estates."
"By a pond." Mick shrugged helplessly. "That cuts out only..NONE of the estates around, I'm sure."
Josef walked back over to Ryder, taking up his spot behind the young vampire's chair.
"I don't think Hans means to hurt her, Josef. He has had ample opportunity, after all..right?" Mick reassured his friend. "It could be what she said..that he is just protecting her until this shit is over and done."
Josef nodded again. "I just want to see for myself that she is ok."
"I know." Mick 'knew'. "We'll find her."
"..Why didn't you get my purse?" Althea had other priorities..other than the fact. This being was sitting waaaay too close to her and he smelled really...good. "You left it behind!" Her senses were..strained.
"It wasn't your..purse." The cold blue eyes traveled her body slowly, stopping along the scenic route whenever they pleased to enjoy the curves and bulges of the young, ripe body. "I..wanted."
"Someone will take it and use my credit cards which really belong to LaCroix who will do horrible things to them..all because of your thoughtless gesture."
"Then that will teach them not to steal another person's belongings, will it not." He scratched his chin with his thumb, his gaze resting languidly upon the low cut of her blouse. "Tell me about..Nicholas."
"You should ask LaCroix."
The crystal gaze..lifted, scolding her with it's intensity. "I am asking..you."
She fell stubbornly silent.
"I cannot assist you if I do not know the particulars of the problem."
"I don't need your assistanc..." She gasped, hastily grasping the soft cotton of his shirt front, the slender fingers clasping the material in a death grip. "Except with that 'Enforcer' thingy that is coming up tomorrow night, of course. I need assistance with.." His gaze had dropped again to the contact.
Althea realized her faux pas, severing the contact slowly allowing her fingers to fall away. She scowled hard, almost but not quite..pouting a little. Anna Lisa was allowed such liberties..but she was not. Which sucked..a lot.
She didn't care. Not one iota. She lifted her head. "Which you already promised to do so..no take backs."
Edwin licked his lips testingly, hiding his need to smile. "...I have influence with your Sire. You know I do. I can..help."
She frowned over at him, having cut her eyes up and under. "Why would you?"
"Why..do you think?" He was intensely curious.
The question stumped the female for all of two seconds and then..it came to her. "Because you can gain something from the act." Of course, it wasn't like it was brain surgery.
"...yes." His gaze dropped to the demurely crossed legs traveling up the shapely calf unto the soft folds of the skirt she wore so effectively. The being's brows lifted fractionally as he measured the area below him with avid interest. "..decidedly."
"What?" Althea asked impulsively.
He smiled ever so slightly, holding her eyes easily. "That..is personal."
"Oh." She was disappointed to say the least.
"LaCroix is livid with you. I sensed his anger..his..displeasure, before. It was palpable."
"Did you get that drift?" She shook her head woefully. Gosh, this guy was intuitive.
"The only thing that would affect him to such an extent is..his children. Jennette is in France, happy and carefree so..process of elimination."
"..You can't help." She was pretty sure of her facts.
"I have never set my mind to something.." His eyes fell once again to her..middle. "And not have it realized." He raised his head, his stare a confident one. "..Never."
"Then you and LaCroix have that in common."
"All are aware of the tale." He shifted into a more comfortable position which put him even..closer to the woman without seeming to do so. "It is rumored, your Sire and Nicholas were reuniting but then..the son suddenly disappeared from the scene entirely. As did LaCroix for many years. I know he retreated to his estate in Munich. I never asked of Nicholas only if I could be of assistance. The answer was no. I left it at that."
Edwin decided to share a little to see if it netted any results.
He liked sitting so very close to the female. He could see that it unsettled her somewhat which amused him all the more.
"I ain't sayin." Althea quoted an old movie she loved about convicts ratting out other convicts.
"What could you possibly have done to piss him off so royally..not that you do not possess the ability to piss people off..you do."
She frowned hard at him for such insight into her character.
"Nicholas, like St. John was involved with a human female. LaCroix held objections, of course. What Father would not."
"Loosen up! This is the twenty-first century.." She hesitated. "Or..is it the twentieth? How do they count that stuff? It's two thousand and.."
"And then.." He interupted hastily, continuing his narrative. "The female turned up quite dead. Murdered, I think. And Nicholas was no where to be found nor has he been seen since. "I assumed, as everyone else..that LaCroix eliminated them both."
"Yeah, he has a short fuse alright. Sounds like something he would do, doesn't it." She agreed readily. "Look..I'm a little drained, in a bad way..got any B- lying around?"
"Which means..he did NOT...do it." He concluded from her hasty acceptance of his supposition.
"Be a good little host for once, humm?"
"If this does not concern Nicholas..simply say so." He advised.
"This doesn't concern Nicholas."
He cocked his head to one side, scrutinizing her meticulously. "Your confidences are safe with me. Anything of what you say will not be revealed to your Sire. Do you believe that statement?"
"No." She laughed gaily at such absurdity.
"What will make you believe it?"
"The next coming of the Messiah?"
He sighed lightly. "I am assuming LaCroix is already privy to..your crime. What then, is the problem? How many ways can he extract his vengeance, that has not already been decided?"
"Perhaps I can lessen his wrath, that is all I am saying."
"Well, aren't you just the little humanitarian all of a sudden."
"Never equate me with a human..in ANY terms." He warned. "It would be a mistake on your part."
"Don't get so huffy!" She squirmed uncomfortably about, suddenly restless and antsy. "What I did can not be forgiven so..I'm just going to have to take my come-uppance like a good soldier and ...and..."
"Pleasant words..can you live up to them?"
She thought about all the times she had seen her Sire extract 'vengeance'. Her mood falling considerably. She hung her head, tears of self pity beginning after only a few micro seconds.
Edwin lifted a brow, unmoved by such..eloquence. He did allow her the moment however.
"He's..n-not..very.." She sniffed, swiping the tear stained cheeks with an angry palm. "N-Nice sometimes."
"An understatement." Edwin could sympathize there, admittedly.
"I KNOW!" She wailed.
She began her sobbing again, this time throwing in some heartfelt sounds of distress and despair for good measure. Althea leaned for support into the rock hard chest of the being, for the simple fact..he was the only one available for such an activity. She offered a rather mournful outcry of self pity for a goodly few moments before she sat up..suddenly very quiet, the tears gone, as was the mood.
"I'm in deep shit." She was not happy with the revelation.
The being lifted his hand, smoothing the comically awry hair into some semblance of order. "All is not lost."
"Well.." she lashed out at the nearest source of commiseration. "It's not all sunshine and roses, either! Mr. Pollyanna!"
He ..smiled down at the dour little features. "You really do.." He lowered his head slowly..most effectively, his breath, which smelled of cinnamon for some odd reason, caressing her cheekline gently. "Amuse me."
He joined his lips with her slightly parted ones, his tongue easing into the hot depths with a slow,
effortless insistence that left Althea weak and compliant inside. He leaned her into the confides of the leather sofa, his arms encircling her waist and upper torso in their strength, his weight following but held at bay by his upper body strength, which was braced against the cushions beneath her.
Althea moaned gently, her senses assaulted from all sides suddenly. He had moved strategically, his thigh wedging between her's, and he was, even now..rubbing the material of his dark slacks against the vulnerable valley of her middle in a decidedly erotic gesture that reminded the female of...other actions that he might conceivably attempt..later down the road were she to allow ..it.
She squirmed about, turning her head aside, dodging his attempts to recapture her mouth under his damnable influence. "Hey...HEY!"
Edwin caught her face in a gentle, but firm hand, pressing her cheeks with a slight pressure, then..turned her face back, his mouth hungrily searching for her's this time around. The hot pressure of the moist cavern covered her lips, his tongue more assertive as it searched for and found, the female's more timid one, caressing it sensually several confident strokes.
His grunt of acquiescence enthralled Althea, her resistance halted for the moment as she allowed herself experience his expertise to it's fullest for a beat.
She felt his hand cup the flimsy material of her blouse which covered her right breast, his fingers squeezing her plumpness gently several times then, his palm lifting the heaviness of the mound for further inspection. He lowered his head, his mouth covering the silk, his teeth biting gently when and where he wished, his tongue's hot moistness melting through to the skin beneath.
Althea squirmed about, her own hand pushing against such an invasion of her privacy but inside she was beginning to feel her blood heat dangerously.
"Cut..it...out!" She broke the kiss, attempting to extract herself from the circumstances in which she found herself now deposited. "S-Stop!"
"I do not wish to..." Edwin felt the truth of his statement. "Stop." He nuzzled the pert nose lovingly, kissing her forehead with an almost paternal caress. He pushed against her resistance, his thigh widening the gap between her legs. His hand reached, shoving the material of her skirt up the slender thigh, his fingers searching for and finding, the lace of her panties edge.
"I s-said.." She moved instinctively away from his touch, her cheeks heated with her anger but moreso..the delicious need to..obey him.
His index finger hooked the lace, sliding inside the silk, running over the slickness of her vaginal lips.
Althea gasped her shock, stiffening with a small outcry of defiance, trying desperately to close her legs to such invasion.
"You are ..wet." The deep baritone washed over her heated skin like a soothing balm. He moved slightly, allowing the female to feel his own 'involvement'. "And..I am..in pain."
His tone told her ..just how much, as the whispered proclamation was shared. The thick appendage pushed confidently into the moistness of her cavern, thrusting slowly in and out teasingly.
Althea contracted unconsciously, groaning her growing arousal.
He caught her mouth yet again, his tongue matching the movements of his finger for what seemed an eternity to Althea. She lay docilely, lost in the world of sensual pleasure he was creating.
He moved then, taking her with him as he went. He positioned her where he needed her to be, his hand gripping the hair at the nape of her neck, his mouth clinging to her's greedily. He lifted slightly, adjusting the front of the expensive slacks he wore, his hand extracting his 'weapon'.
Edwin eased the bulb of his penis into the incredibly tight opening, his fingers holding the lace aside for his entry.
Althea whimpered brokenly, feeling the thick organ fill her to capacity and beyond. She savored the long, drawn out groan of pleasure Edwin offered, settling down lovingly upon his shaft, the coarse public hair feeling good against her clit. It was, in essence, she who began the ancient movements of love making.
She..who directed the tempo and 'depth'.. Her lips that became demanding and assertive. All which the Enforcer allowed..even encouraged with his touch and response.
His hands cupped the smooth curve of her buttocks, pushing her to his thrusts from time to time. He suckled her now bared breasts, catching the taunt nipples between his teeth, nipping playfully..his tongue swirling lazily about the sensitive areola, his breath causing the woman to shiver with delight and yearning.
He had tugged her panties down. They rested under her ass cheeks giving him free access to what he wished ..access. His middle finger had eased into her anus. He gently thrust rhythmically to the beat she had established, his grunts and groans increasing in frequency and duration.
Althea's tongue enticed his mouth open for her exploration whenever it pleased her to..explore. His thrusts were becoming more forceful..more..insistent. Althea's breasts bobbed jerkily with the strength of his stabs into the yielding orifice he bruised with the violence of his love making.
The female did not mind such actions..not in the least. It felt so very good..what he was doing to her..for her.
She had a few demands of her own after all. Her fingers gripped the dark hair at the base of his nape, refusing his mouth from her influence.
He knew how to kiss..he knew how to..
She closed her eyes to..savor.
"Fuck." He whispered urgently, breaking the contact with the sweetness of her lips as he felt himself losing ground rapidly. His release was nearing, he could feel it's intensity building. He yielded to it gladly. "..F-Fuck...ME!" He growled his command, suddenly needing her to obey!
Althea had no problem with such a concept. None.
She gasped her shock, the sharp teeth sinking into the softness of her neck. Althea's fingers clutched the solidness of the being's shoulder as the pain engulfed her senses. She felt the hot mouth pulling her life essence from her body..little by little, surrendering to a will stronger than her own.
The intense orgasm rocked her body convulsively, the white aura enveloping her mind. She rode the delicious wave of erotism to it's brilliant heights, drowning in the explosion of colors and energy. She could sense Edwin's 'involvement'..feel the beat of his heart, rapid and thunderous..feel the pulse of his blood heating in his veins..share the exquisite ecstasy of...completion..euphoric..release!
Edwin supported the female's body, gently laying her back onto the sofa's surface..his eyes took in the visual beauty of exposed flesh..the lush thickness of blonde curls and alabaster skin.
He wiped her blood from his lips with the back of his hand, his attention more on the gaping front of her blouse front. He bent his head, his tongue flicking the dormant nipple to sudden life.
He smiled his pleasure. "Rest little cunt." He advised in a harsh whisper, still very much in the throes of what she had allowed him experience. "You will need it."
He was not done with the female..not by any stretch of the imagination.
His blood still coursed with the taste of her..his shaft still semi-aroused, fresh from the heat of her sweet cunt. He had sated his hunger but..his appetite was a strong one. She was tired now.
He would allow her time to recover. Allow himself time to..savor..to..remember the events that had just occurred.
He did not regret his decision to..experience her.
He thought he would do so.
But..he did not.
He had not done that since...his Sire. She could always push him beyond his limits. He had felt no compulsion this time..only a desire to..meld with the female. In every sense of the word.
Edwin stood, watching her sleep. She really was quite pretty. Not beautiful as his Sire had been. Pleasing to look upon, definitely but..this one had a fire inside her. One that had the ability to consume and..ignite his own depths.
He might even keep her around for a few weeks.. This one..might be worth the trouble.
He would decide that later. They had all the time in the world.
He ran his hand down the length of her body, grinning when she had curled into a fetal position, whining her annoyance for being disturbed.
He crossed, sitting in a large chair, in the shadows of the room. He..watched her sleep. It soothed him. To have her near, eased his mind. Had his mind needed easing? The thought surprised the being.
He sat...breathing slowly. His thoughts turning..inward.
He attuned himself to his surroundings for once, finding the task ridiculously simple to accomplish. Always before, outside influences disturbed his concentration. His head was clear now, however, his senses sharp and on edge once again.
Had he needed to lay with a female that desperately?
Well, he had denied himself of late, it was true. The question was now a mute one. The thought made his lips curve into an enticing smile.
It was definitely...mute....
Now.
He lay his head back and..relaxed throughly..for the first time in..ages. It felt...pleasant to do so.
