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Chapter 13 - Hunger Fangs
"Neko."
The bronze haired girl snuggled deeper into the pillow.
"Go away, mom. We don't have school on Saturday's."
"Neko," the voice stated more insistently, shaking her arm.
"Grr," Neko voiced back.
But she couldn't deny the action's impact. Slowly but surely, her eyes began to edge open and the room she lay in, had the faintest stream of light shining through.
When her eyes blearily took in the man laying beside her, she stiffened.
"Godric," Neko whispered, throwing out a shaky hand, "you've got to get under ground for the night."
The vampire tilted his head, a grin lighting his face.
"It's okay. As long as I'm with you, the sun cannot harm me."
Confused, Neko's fingers brushed underneath the vampire's jaw bone. All around her, the room gradually began to brighten.
"Impossible," she murmured. "You're going to-."
And just as she was ready to finish, a bright burst of sunlight struck the vampire on his naked back. Before her eyes, Neko watched in stunned horror as a flame engulfed him.
"Godric-," she choked out, lunging away from the contact.
The vampire only continued to smile as the rest of his body succumbed to the same intense burning. Flames danced on every inch of his body, melting the skin there.
By now, Neko sat straight in bed, sheets clutched to her as she watched the roast take place.
"I love you," Godric expressed, but his lips moved in a distorted fashion.
Shaking her head, Neko grabbed the blanket in her panic and attempted to throw it over him. Soon after, her body followed, shielding him from the sunlight seeping in through the window.
Her heart beat raced wildly, praying that the light would cease shining. But before she knew it, everything in the room was visible and all she could smell was a pungent burning. Gray smoke spewed out around her.
With shaky hands, Neko lifted herself to her knees.
Although the blanket covered the vampire completely, her heart wrenched at the image she'd seen.
There's no way anything is left of him.
Shakily, she inhaled once before slowly taking a hold of the blanket. Keeping back a sob, Neko ripped it off, expecting to see black dust in its place. What she saw instead was much worse.
Before her lay a perfectly healthy body and terribly familiar face.
"Killed enough people yet, Nicole?" Steve questioned with an easy grin.
Neko opened her mouth and let out an ear shattering scream as she stumbled back from the body. Even as she pulled away, her vocal chords continued to demonstrate the sheer terror felt as Steve lay spread out in the bed, grinning at her.
A sudden rush of fear broke through her and before Neko could continue screaming, her eyes snapped open.
Surprise filled her as she realized morning already fell. She still lay in the guest bedroom, still naked, but alone. It took a few moments to shake herself out of the terror she'd experienced in the vivid dream.
More like a nightmare.
Her hands splayed over each side of the bed just to make sure no vampire remains were surrounding her. When only smooth sheets found her fingers, Neko sighed. Skipping to the ceiling, her eyes watched the shadows of the curtains make abstract designs across the slanted ceiling.
She breathed in the air and clutched the sheets to make sure that what she was experiencing was real.
Still clear in her mind was watching Godric burn and then transform into Steve. Was there a significance to the dream?
Although the blood inside her pumped warmly and caused a physical happiness to rest inside her, her mind was displaced and uncertain. Perhaps this was where all of the unstored memories and guilt went that the blood wasn't able to heal. Her subconscious.
Granted, Steve had tried to rape her. Might have even murdered her by the end of the night. And Godric's actions had to be done.
But why did she feel like his death was her fault?
If it wasn't me in the church he saw, eventually, he would have found someone else to go crazy over.
Nevertheless, the dream had combined two fears. Steve rising from the dead, ready to finish what he'd started, and Godric burning.
The latter successfully forced shivers through her body.
It wasn't a secret anymore. In fact, her mind and body both agreed. She was easing into a very emotional kind of love for the vampire. The gooey, pulse pounding love that couldn't be discontinued even if there was a great distance involved.
"Miss Montello?" came a yell.
Surprised at the voice, Neko sat up in the bed and glanced at the open door. The voice had floated through the halls, but seemed distant after that.
"Miss Montello?"
Jumping out of bed, Neko fell into a quick sprint toward the source. Her limbs moved effortlessly and swift. No bones to crack or muscles to stretch. The only tingle she actually felt had to do with a few activities the night before.
Is it wrong that I had sex with Eric and Godric a few hours after my near rape?
Her mind disagreed. It wanted what it wanted and afterward when the activities had moved into the bedroom, the comfort both vampires provided as she'd laid snuggled in between them, eased the tense indecision inside her mind.
"Hello?" Neko greeted, popping the door open a few inches.
"Hello," a man answered, cleaning supplies grasped in his hands. Behind him, about six more men stood in blue uniforms. None of them smiled, and this made it easier to assume Eric had called them.
"We're hear to clean," the leader of the group explained meaningfully.
Neko caught the man's eye and tilted her head.
"Eric sent you?"
The man nodded.
"Prove it."
Grunting, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a white slip of paper.
"Neko Montello," he read, "of Falcon Lane. Our objective is to scrub out any...details left over from the night before. This will all be paid for by Mr. Northman."
Stuck in between relief and frustration, Neko allowed the men into her home.
"He's paying?" she questioned once they were all inside.
"Yes. Claims it's the least he could do."
Nodding, Neko gestured for the men to follow her.
Upon reaching her room and swinging open the door, Neko recoiled. A stench remained within the blood splattered on her floor boards. The walls held the same ghastly odor, the blood now reminiscent of dead skin peeling off.
"Please, go in," she assured, turning away from the sight.
Too many thoughts rushed at her from the activities inside.
Godric first made love to me in there.
"Do you think you guys can manage?" she questioned out of the corner of her mouth.
"Yeah. You won't be able to use this room for maybe a week after we air out the stench and wipe off the walls with a glaze. The glaze is a bit intoxicating if inhaled directly after contact."
"Thank you."
Before they could reply, she retreated from the room and slammed the door shut.
GNGGNGGNGGNG
The rest of the day carried on quite boringly. The men's job only took two hours and while they assured her that the room was good as new, Neko refused to catch a glimpse inside herself. Each time she wished to, Godric's rage filled face entered her mind or Steve's attempted actions of restraining her. For now, she was quite content with sleeping in the guest bedroom.
In the afternoon, she called down the Shreveport hospital to see if there was any word on Derek's condition. A nurse had only informed that he was alive and was headed into surgery.
This brightened her mood, but couldn't erase the nagging voice at the back of her head which felt responsible for Derek's predicament.
It'd be another two days before the doctor would allow visitors for him and as Neko thanked the nurse, she made a silent promise to buy the bodyguard something extravagant. An I'm-sorry-you-almost-died-protecting-me kind of gift.
When those two accomplishments were completed, Neko turned her attentions toward cleaning the house. She gathered all of the candles Derek had lit, vacuumed the living room from all of the tussle that happened in there, and swept off any lingering dust on the antique furniture passed down through her family.
So busy was she that night fell without her noticing. Only when the phone rang, did Neko finally acknowledge that the sun was missing outside.
"Hello?"
"Oh, thank god you're alright."
Throwing down a dust pan, Neko clutched the phone to her ear.
"Inaki, where are you? I thought you were coming home tonight?"
"Yeah...that's going to have to be delayed for at least two more nights. Something's come up. But that's not important. Are you okay?"
Befuddled by the new information, Neko stuttered for a few seconds before properly speaking.
"I'm fine. Steve isn't a problem anymore."
Well that didn't sound ominous.
"Good."
The simple harshness behind the word indicated to Neko just how truly vampire Inaki actually was. Despite his non-aggressive ways, he still held a thirst for blood. And vengeance.
"And Godric took good care of you?"
"Yeah, he did, but-."
"And you have enough to eat?"
"Yes, but-."
"That's good."
"Inaki, did you break up with Delilah?"
Silence littered the air waves between them.
"I had to."
"Why?"
"That doesn't matter right now."
Scrunching her brows, Neko glanced down at the caller ID. The number was unknown.
"Are you having sexual relations with Ronan?" she asked, too curious about the whole situation to refrain.
"Neko...that's fucking disgusting."
Sighing at the repulsion in his voice, Neko shrugged.
"I just thought-."
"Me breaking up with Delilah is for her own good. I can't tell you too much tonight, but it's safer for her not to get involved with me."
"How noble."
"Even if you were mute, I'd be able to detect the sarcasm in your voice."
"Then how about you tell me the truth?"
"Ronan says-."
"I'm family," she argued.
"Right...well I'm not spilling everything. But it kind of has to do with something we stumbled upon while trying to catch Steve's scent...a scent by the way which he'd purposely had spread across state lines to get us off his back. Anyway, this organization we're currently inspecting, helped hide him and spread his scent out. I guess if they did this for Steve, he'd guarantee them a vampire in return. He knew we'd follow the trail."
"Inaki...what aren't you telling me?"
"Well...we kind of fell into one of the traps. No need to worry though. Ronan took care of them. But they travel in groups and I'm surprised at how well armed they were. If they wanted to, they could have caused some real damage."
"So you're tracking these guys even after they tried to kill you?"
"Not tracking," Inaki defended, "just...observing. They're probably more dangerous than the Fellowship, especially now that Newlin is out of the picture. We need to know more about them if we want to help other vampires."
"I swear, if you get hurt-."
"Don't worry about me, Neko. I'm more worried about you. How are you holding up?"
"I-."
"Shit," Inaki interrupted. "I've got to get going. Ronan just found one of our guy's hideout."
"Please, be careful."
"You underestimate me."
"You overestimate yourself."
"Touche. But I'll do as you wish. I love you."
"Love y-."
The signal was cut off before she could properly let out the words.
GNGGNGGNGGNG
"May I come in?"
Smiling like a doped drug user, Neko threw her shoulders up as if it wasn't a big deal.
Godric walked into the house, eyes bright and alert. But Neko could sense the excitement pulsing inside him, just as he could sense hers.
"Inaki isn't coming for another two days, Steve is gone, and at the moment, there's no immediate danger," Neko observed with a relieved smile.
"No immediate danger?" he questioned, a smirk falling over his lips.
Slowly, he crept forward. Tonight, a black tshirt covered his form and midnight blue jeans were settled around his hips.
"No," she stuttered, still unused to the primal urges erupting inside her and becoming mirrored in Godric's hazel eyes.
"It is never safe to assume one is not in any danger," he noted, his smile causing a coil to burn in her loins.
"The same could be said for you," she answered.
Neko knew she'd caught him off guard when she began a retreat. Her legs carried her with surprising speed, down the hallway of her kitchen and toward the guest room she'd been residing in.
Seconds later, the whoosh of air brushing behind her indicated that the predator was very much near.
So it was no surprise that Neko found herself facing the wall, stomach pressed against it as one of Godric's hands worked at unbuttoning her jeans and the other palmed at her breasts.
A low growl vibrated through the vampire's throat when she attempted to push back. Directly forced into her bottom were Godric's hips. And boy were they eager for some contact.
His lips kissed her shoulder, biting lightly every few centimeters or so. When his hand successfully slipped inside the band of her underwear, Godric tore away his lips and instead, inhaled her hair as his hips continued a grinding into her back.
In complete euphoria, Neko could only utter out a few moans at the sensations overriding every other emotion she was experiencing.
"Please," she mewed, one hand wrapping around the arm currently pleasuring her.
Godric growled again, the mere rumble sending shivers in every direction. His free hand grabbed the one keeping her up against the wall. With a slight tug, he pulled it behind her and kept it against her spine as she relied on his hand to stay on her feet.
His fingers were nearly quicker than the thumping of her pulse and held no prediction of stopping. His head stayed pressed into her hair, inhaling and then rubbing his scent over her. At times, Neko was able to note foreign words slip through his lips. But each time she payed attention too closely, Godric sensed it and either increased the tempo of his fingers or rubbed against her backside temptingly.
Finally, Neko let out a pleasured yell as her legs slumped and Godric whined gutturily into her neck.
For a few seconds, Neko was trapped in a bent over position before the vampire. Her bottom was still pressing invitingly into his hips, and her other hand remained trapped behind her.
"Hope you're not planning to keep me in this position all night," she mentioned tiredly, but with a grin.
"I'm not even remotely finished with you yet," he promised, releasing her hand.
Before she could stumble forward, Godric spun the woman to him and embraced her with a deep kiss.
Sweat dripped down her back in small beads, sensitive themselves from the searing heat of her body.
"You are beauty in all its forms," he whispered into her neck, his cold nose trailing over her cheek.
"And you are the handsome archetype in which God modeled all other men after," she responded, her breath striding over the coolness of his torso.
Godric's eyes shone with an unspoken emotion, but Neko didn't need it to be said aloud. She already knew.
"It's nice being in a relationship," she admitted after a moment, "where I can speak to my lover like we're in a Shakespeare play."
"Let us hope it is one of his comedies."
"Even if it is a tragedy, it doesn't matter. Just as long as I have-."
Her throat closed up momentarily and Neko had to blink away the blurriness gathering in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she laughed, wiping at her nose, "it's so stupid of me to cry. I'm so...happy. I've never been this happy before. Or content. I keep expecting to open my eyes just to discover it was all a dream."
"I have experienced many dreams, but even they could not outshine my nights spent with you," Godric answered, one hand wrapping around her waist and pulling her to him.
Widening her eyes, Neko glanced away.
"I'm never going to find someone," she acknowledged, "who'll love me as much as you do, will I?"
"It is unlikely. Not only do I crave you every single day and night, but you are mine for the remainder of eternity. This kind of love does not waver."
Whistling, Neko smiled lazily at the vampire.
"Well...if we ever get angry at each other, at least we'll be forced to talk it out."
"At last you are seeing the benefits," he replied, pressing a long kiss into her cheek.
Laughing heartily at the sensation, Neko wrapped her arms around Godric and nestled her head in his neck.
"Now," she stated after a few minutes, "what was this business about you not being done with me yet?"
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