A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest….*sighs*
Bishop was seated at his desk in the funeral home when his cell vibrated across the desk. His reaction was instant as his fingers curled around it and flipped the phone open.
"What did you find out?"
"Her car's been spotted at the Club."
"Is she still there now?"
"Yeah she is."
"Thank you Michael," Bishop answered, "Watch her until I get there."
"I don't think you will have to worry about that."
"Really now?" Bishop heard the humor in Michael's voice.
"Brooklyn's passed out cold. Turns out she went on a rather lengthy feeding binge."
"Excellent," Bishop snapped his phone shut.
Aidan arrived home to find Sally sitting in the window of the living room.
"Oh my god what happened?"
The free spirit had caught the healing injuries on Aidan's face and lip. Aidan simply waved aside her concerns and sat down beside her.
"Nothing it was an accident," he lied. "Did Josh come home yet?"
"No," she sighed heavily. Aidan nodded and headed for the kitchen. He had slipped Brooklyn's cell from her pocket before she had fled from Bishop. He found her number in the info slot and quickly saved it to his. Aidan saw something in Brooklyn that reminded himself of when he had first been turned.
Brooklyn yawned and slowly opened her eyes. The heavy sinking feeling loomed over her body as she stretched then sat up.
"I shouldn't have done that," she closed her eyes and pressed the heel of her hand to her forehead. The room started spinning wildly out of control forcing her to lie back down and drape an arm across her eyes.
"What do you want? Here to rub it in?"
Bishop emerged from the shadows and stood at the edge of the bed. His features were hardened and eyes two stone pools that bore hard into hers.
"Did your mother ever tell you it's not nice to stare?"
The vampire silently rounded the bed and eased his body beside hers.
"Look if you're not going to say anything Bishop…."
Bishop clenched her slender throat, choking off any air. Brooklyn clawed furiously at his hold, refusing to let him win. Her eyes flashed into liquid coal as she continued to fight against him. Bishop remained in complete control as he lifted her partially of the bed.
"You will never run off like that again," he warned before dropping her to the mattress. Brooklyn rubbed her tender raw skin all the while continuing to display her vampire features.
"Oh really?" She sputtered. "And how do intend to keep me in line? By keeping me on a leash? Or maybe putting up an invisible fence like they do with dogs? Oh wait I know! You're gonna buy me a shock collar aren't you?"
"I mean it Brooklyn."
The blood hangover was making her feel worse but Brooklyn knew Bishop could care less. The older vampire knew she was suffering from the failed attempt to drown her sorrows and allowed her to suffer some more. He was certain the headache was fading away but the lethargic nauseated sensations would continue racking her body.
"So are you here to rub it in?"
"No," was the answer. Brooklyn peered at him through half lidded eyes in confusion over this response.
"Then what are you here for?"
"I thought you might like to know that Marcus found him."
"Where is he!" Brooklyn shot up but immediately regretted the brash decision. She winced in pain and settled back on the bed.
"Now that I have your attention," Bishop took an immense pleasure in her suffering.
"Just tell me where he is…..please!"
"You're not ready," Bishop shifted on the mattress.
"You don't know that," Brooklyn protested.
"I know you better than you want to admit," he countered. "Besides you're needed tonight."
"Needed for what!"
"Tonight is the annual Policeman's Ball and I need you to accompany me."
"Right…..So you want me to get all prettied up like some trophy wife so you can parade me around your little buddies? Thanks but no thanks!"
Bishop was taken aback by what he perceived as her rejection. He thought she would jump at the opportunity to hone in those abilities she would need.
"Why do you fight me?"
Brooklyn paused and looked at the vampire. She wasn't expecting him to sound slightly downtrodden.
"Well where do you want me to start? Your little bitch Marcus killed my friend in New Orleans while you were playing hide and go suck with me. Then you turned me and now dangle in my face the fact that you know where Javier is! Need I go on?"
"If only you could see your true worth," Bishop looked up. Brooklyn felt the electric blue hues rip through hers. She looked away not liking what she was feeling. Bishop leaned towards her and gathered the agitated vampire in his arms. Brooklyn didn't resist him as he ran his fingers through her fiery copper locks.
"The others hated you," he whispered. "They called you weak for befriending Jackson when you should've killed him the second he was bitten. They blamed you for letting your partner die in New Orleans."
Brooklyn refused to shed a tear in front of the vampire but felt the lone droplet trickle down her face.
"Those bastards never understood," Bishop heard the bitterness in her voice. He smiled inwardly knowing she was slowly falling deeper into him.
"And they never will," Bishop shook his head. "Don't you want that chance, that opportunity to reap vengeance upon those who wronged you!"
He slowly ran his arms over her shoulders then along her arms. They were the only ones in the building and the sexual tension was rapidly building and surrounding them both. Though he was angry for her running off, Bishop felt the tiny ember simmering within. The way her skin glowed in the soft light beyond the thin curtains or the coppery shine to her soft silken tresses sent tiny shivers down his spine. He had battled hard against the pangs of emotion that had sparked whenever he was in her presence as he was a vampire and vampires didn't carry human baggage!
Brooklyn felt her body closing the space between them and sensed Bishop drawing her closer still. She hated the vampire with every fiber in her being for what he did to her but within the last several weeks had felt something else stirring inside whenever she would look deep into those timeless cerulean jewels. She felt the pressure of his hand against the small of her back as Bishop lowered her back into the mattress. Their mouths collided in the same heated fury from their first time together while hands ripped away shirts sweaters and jeans. Bishop pressed his lips against her skin, watching her face twist in pleasure and denial. He knew she was waging war against the darkness that resided inside but couldn't deny herself the smooth sensual touches of pleasure he offered her either.
His lips brushed along her inner thighs, picking up the sweet hints of her arousal. Bishop bit into the toned firm skin forcing a short yelp to escape Brooklyn's lips. She bucked her hips and fisted her fingers through his short feathery tresses, curling her fingers hard against his scalp. Brooklyn heard her lover growling in protest but didn't relent her hold over him.
Bishop continued feeding for a moment longer before pulling away and covering her body with his. His cock was solid and curling upward with tiny droplets of precome coating his head, aching for the euphoric sensations of release.
"You're mine," he declared in a possessive manner. The vampire lifted his lover's hips off the bed and pushed his twitching cock into her body. Brooklyn arched her back and felted the thick pressure take her in a show of dominance as Bishop came rest completely immersed in the wet recesses of her body. The younger vampire couldn't move as the rough short thrusts rocked hard against her body and pushed her deeper into the mattress. Bishop ran his fingers along her outer thighs, lightly raking her skin with his nails. The velvet touch of her body pinned against his was more than the vampire could ever had asked for!
Brooklyn grappled the back of Bishop's neck and pulled him down to her pouty waiting lips. The older vampire quickly captured her mouth with his, running his tongue over and along the soft hot surface of hers. He swore he could never get enough of every touch, pinch, rake or the animalistic passion they shared. Bishop felt vulnerable whenever he was around Brooklyn, giving his body to her so freely as she gave hers but couldn't bring himself to tell her such.
Bishop snapped the connection the shared and flipped his vampire lover over on all fours. His fingers dug into her hips as he thrusted back inside. Brooklyn curled her fingers in the sheets as the slick friction ignited and burned like a fire in the night. Sweat coated their bodies and glistened in the light they carried on with their dark dance. Bishop ran his hands along Brooklyn's back, watching the ripple of muscle react to his caresses. He grinned with pleasure at her body's reactions: The way her head tossed back splaying the rich copper strands across her back or watching her back arch and tense with each powerful thrust.
Brooklyn panted and sensed her body tightening as the echoes of orgasm resonated throughout her being. The familiar tickle slowly burned in the depths of her body before fanning out across her lower abdomen. She felt the gentle pressure of his mouth against her small of her back while his skilled hands teased and massaged the swollen receptive folds below. Sharp cries escaped her lips and echoed off the walls. Bishop pumped harder inside of her as he felt the sticky heat spreading out across his thighs and luscious heat of his lover's body quickly gripped tighter around his cock. The powerful essence of sex and the vampire called out Bishop's primal need and felt his fangs burying deep between her shoulder and neck. Brooklyn smiled and rocked her hips hard against her lover's, feeling her body swinging on the edge. Secretly she reveled in the attention Bishop was showering on her; the vampire discovered she loved when Bishop bit her anywhere on her body and tasted her blood upon his lips. It was also the thick earthen taste of his his essence that drove her wild with need and the sweet seduction Bishop would use to get his way.
She felt the pressure of his fangs withdrawing from her flesh but the void was instantly replaced with the swift greedy strokes of his tongue around and over the wound. Bishop found himself being careful with her whenever he would sink into her tempting flesh but didn't linger on the thought for long. The soft moans of pleasure that slipped between his lover's lips snapped Bishop from his trance as her body constricted around him in the throes of release. His senses were heightened as the intoxicating traces of her sex enticed him, pushing his body closer towards climax. The incredible rush washed over the older vampire as he thrusted faster and harder, threatening to pound them both into the wall. It was then he decided that no other would touch her as he did without dire consequences.
Bishop tightened his fingers around her hips as his snapped wildly against hers as he felt his body spilling into hers. Bishop felt the thick hot ropes coating Brooklyn's body, marking the younger vampire as his. She was his to possess and possess alone.
"Mine," he growled. Brooklyn simply moaned in response as flood of emotions overloaded her body and mind. Her arms and legs began to tremble as the tingling sensation ripped throughout her from head to toe. Bishop felt his body starting to wane and the rush that dominated his body began to ebb though the vampire remained in a state of euphoria. His softening cock slipped out leaving a thin line of semen along her leg as he pulled her down against him.
They faced one another, saying nothing to the other. Bishop reached out with a hand and drew Brooklyn to his hungry lips. Sure he had screwed many women in his four centuries of existence but never felt the passion and energy that he experience with her. Bishop found himself hungering for more as his cock swelled and eagerly twitched. Brooklyn shifted on her back and locked her slender legs around his damp waist as she welcomed her lover.
Wow this was bit tough to write! Next up a little night out on the town!