Jaden strode down the hall feeling that she'd dressed a little provocatively for a trip to the shooting range. Her top was a lacy red tank top, see-through enough that the black bra she wore underneath showed through. The shirt hugged her curves and it and the bra combined made it look as though her breasts were about to pop out of the garment at any second. The shirt rode high on her hips, whilst the jean miniskirt she wore rode low. She walked with her hands in her pockets, which caused her upper arms to push her breasts forward some more.
Normally, Jaden Korr would never be caught dead in such a demeaning and slutty outfit. But for her current plan, the clothing suited perfectly. Along with the whorish clothing, she wore a sandy blond wig, with all her dark brown tresses carefully tucked below, and green-hazel contact lenses to cover her chocolate brown eyes. The last thing she wanted was to be recognized; and it seemed that nobody did realize that the hated Agent Korr was who they were gawking at.
She'd been staying at this Nichelle compound for a little more than a month, but still, the Vampires, and even some of the Faithfuls, remained hostile and distant. This new compound was much larger than the other, but everybody knew what went on in everybody else's business. They all knew who was fighting and who was fucking. They knew who your Master was and what kind of life you lived before your Turn. If you had nightmares, within a day, there would be someone asking you of you were alright. These people knew everything. They also knew who Jaden was, currently and formerly, and that she was the reason why they'd had to vacate their former compound.
Wherever Jaden went in the past month, she received hot glares that followed her from the moment she came into sight, and the looks only cooled when she'd passed beyond view. She was insulted for everything. They smirked if they ever came upon her feeding, and whenever they saw her afterwards. They jeered when she quarreled with James or Ashmore or any other Vampire.
Even the Faithfuls were disrespectful. Faithfuls usually showed courtesy to every Vampire, and the level of sucking up increased with the Vampire's hotness or bloodline. Jaden was of elite blood, and yet she was treated worse than any Newborn. Any Faithful serving her would smirk when she asked for blood. They sniggered behind her back when she was caught up in Blood Lust. Some of them were downright insulting, suggesting sexual actions after her feeding, because they considered her to be sexually charged after drinking blood. What made the suggestions worse was after consuming blood, Jaden truly was erotically stimulated, and it made the humiliation that much more.
So Jaden started going around in disguises after two weeks of hell. She had had to scrap one of her costumes, because the wig had slipped, and a lock of hair had fallen out. She also discovered that if she dressed so her face was not what people would focus on in her first appearance, she was unlikely to be identified. Thus explaining her enticing attire.
Finally, Jaden arrived at the shooting range. It was her most frequented haunt. Nobody there seemed to care who she was, just so long as she didn't shoot anyone mortal. Granted, shooting another Vampire was also frowned upon, but hey, wasn't the end of the world. This morning, she was in a fairly ominous mood, so when she yelled for an all clear, so she could shoot, it was a lot more venomous than she intended.
Leveling her gun at the target, she squeezed off her rounds, putting her fury into propelling the bullets. For some time she continued like this. Reloading and mechanically firing. Her anger ebbed away with each magazine. Her furious heart rate slowed. Breathing was less ragged and sharp, and her head no longer pounded with the anger pent up inside it. It seemed as if, at last, she was free of her anger; that was until she heard a voice behind her.
"You know, you're rather quite good at that."
Jaden froze. It was him!Fury boiling in her veins, she whirled around and snarled, "What are you doing here?"
Benjamin Ashmore just smiled pleasantly and replied, "I came to wish you happy birthday of course. Its not every day that one turns nineteen. I feel so guilty for missing all your other birthdays." The last words he said were mocking and sarcastic.
Jaden glared, and growled, "Because of you, today is hardly a happy affair." She put down the gun she had been gripping so tightly upon a counter, not trusting herself to refrain from shooting her "father" if it remained in her grasp.
Ashmore rolled his eyes and said, "God, you're still going on about that? I've heard of women holding a grudge, but this is a little ridiculous."
Giving him a hot glare, she turned away and yelled to the room in general, "I need a gun." Quickly a Faithful scurried out and handed her a new pistol and a few magazines. With a curt nod, Jaden loaded the gun and shouted, "All clear!" In a very short time she'd emptied her magazines and was down to her last. Out of her peripheral vision she'd seen Ashmore come up beside her and lean up against the wall of the range. Turning her head to look straight into the man's eyes, she raised her gun to the target and emptied the magazine, one shot after another in quick succession. She fired until she heard the click of an empty gun trying to fire before she swung the weapon around and pulled the trigger with the barrel of the gun pressed up against her hated half father's forehead. Unfortunately, there was no bullet still inside. The useless weapon only clicked as its parts went through the motions of firing a bullet that was not there. Slamming the gun down on the counter, she stormed out of the room without giving Ashmore a single glance.
When Jaden reached her room, her breathing had slowed and her pulse settled. But her temper was sorely tried when she had to loiter outside her own room for nearly 10 minutes to slip inside unseen. It would not do her cover well if she was seen slipping into hated Agent Korr's room.
Once inside her room, she immediately wished she hadn't entered. Sitting, waiting on the bed, was James. "And what is it you want?" she snarled as she stormed her way over to the wardrobe, and proceeded to pull on a long sweater, which almost was as long as the miniskirt she wore. Turning back she added, "'Cause I'm really not in the mood for cake and ice cream."
James grinned mischievously as he got to his feet and asked her, "Have you never heard the phrase I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream?"
Jaden rolled her eyes and retorted hotly, "I would like to see you scream, but most definitely not for ice cream."
Giving her a look of admonishment, James asked, "In a murderous mood today, are we?" Sitting back down on the bed, he patted a spot beside him and said in a way that could have been sincere coming from any other person, "Why don't you sit down and tell me what's bothering you?"
Her anger flared as she was treated like a child and she snapped, "Go fuck yourself," in reply.
A smile twitched in the corner of James' mouth right before he cleared his throat in a pretense of awkwardness. He informed her, "As much fun as that sounds, I believe I must pass the offer by, as I have serious business to attend to. Some of which concerns you."
In Jaden's experience with James and the other Vampires, anything concerning her was a bad thing for her health or happiness. Narrowing her eyes at the older Vampire she asked, "Concerning me how?"
He shrugged, "I have some pointers."
Still hostilely suspicious, Jaden glared, "About what?'
James got to his feet and kindly smiled saying, "I've noticed that when you feed, you are a little," he made a face, thinking, "savage."
Jaden scowled and snarled, "Isn't that what I am? A savage?" She was now an inch from the man's face. She was furious. She had finally gotten over being forced to drink, doing it semi-willingly, but it was bad enough to do, knowing what she was coming closer to becoming, without James accusing her of savagery.
Shaking his head, James said, "being a Vampire doesn't make you violent or sadistic, it is how the Vampire copes with their thirst and Blood Lust. When you feed, it need not be so brutal. It may be a delicate and sensual experience if done right."
"Delicate?" Jaden repeated incredulously, "How in fuck's name could biting someone be delicate?"
In a swift movement, James suddenly but lightly gripped Jaden's chin, pushing it to the side, exposing her neck. Terrified by his sudden action, Jaden stiffened, drawing a ragged breath. Quietly, James shushed her, and planted a soft kiss on her neck. The light touch of his lips on her skin sent goose-bumps and shivers all across her body. Closing her eyes, she, for a moment, forgot it was James who was enacting such pleasure. Slowly, she relaxed, and let herself become less rigid. The hand that was resting upon Jaden's jaw slowly ran its way down her neck, pulling down the collar of her sweater. Another kiss was planted on the other side of her neck, and just when Jaden thought James was pulling away, he bit her.
Jaden gasped, arching her back, mouth wide open as she struggled to breath. Fangs extended and Blood Lust rising, Jaden moaned in pain and pleasure as James subtly drank. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close to his muscled body.
All too soon though, James stopped feeding. The instant he drew away, Jaden wanted him to return. "Was that delicately enough for you?" James' mocking voice called Jaden back to reality
Panting, Jaden opened her eyes to glower at him. "Is there anything you actually want?" she snapped, annoyed that she'd let James that close and to cause such a reaction. He now held her at arms length, and was looking down upon her.
Grinning shamelessly, James asked in return, "And you didn't enjoy that?" When all that Jaden could do was sputter in reply, he added, "Now you try."
"What?" Jaden squeaked, jerking away from the man, she began stumbling backwards.
"Trust me Korr," the aloof and arrogant James said, advancing on Jaden's retreat, "it's all worth it." Jaden wasn't watching where she was going, so her fleeing led her to the bed. She hit the back of her knees on the edge of the mattress, causing her to stumble and fall back onto it. James was above her in an instant. "Do it Jaden," he whispered, crouching lower over her, his unprotected throat inches away, "you know you want to."
When Jaden made no move, James shook his head slightly, and turned his head, biting gently into Jaden's neck. She gasped raggedly in his ear, and ran her fingers through his hair and over his back. He fed for only a moment, and when he was through, he rolled off her, pulling her onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Jaden was still in a state of ecstasy, so she was basically non-responsive, except for the look of yearning and hunger in her eyes when she looked at James. When she leaned forward, fangs fully extended with a look of devious eagerness, James stopped her and whispered, "slowly." Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Jaden calmed her Blood Lust, which was screaming for relief. When she opened her eyes once more, they were a little less crazed, but they still held a look of hunger. Gingerly, she bent forward and ran her lips over James' neck, searching for the right place. As she bit into his throat, James stiffened and gasped, "gently Jaden. Gently."
A little startled and feeling awkward, Jaden pulled away. She looked at James with wide eyes, and a nervous expression. Kindly smiling, James curled some of Jaden's bangs behind her ear murmuring, "Don't worry; this is a hard thing to do when you've only been rough up to this point. Try just scraping the tips of your teeth across the flesh." Jaden nodded, a little zombie-like. She was still possessed by the need for blood, so under normal circumstances, she wouldn't really be straddling James' lap, and sharing such a personal embrace. She leaned forward and as she ran her lips across his skin, she slid her fangs out as well, leaving a thin trail of blood behind them. Then, as gently as she could, she sucked on the bleeding welts. In her ear, James groaned appreciatively, a sound that made her skin tingle.
When she broke off, she found herself looking deep onto James' eyes. And for an instant, they just stared at each other. Then, James put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her into a hard, passionate kiss.
Jaden tasted blood in James' mouth when he invaded hers with his tongue. The combination of desire and blood made her head reel. Jaden Korr became lost inside her own mind as lust, for both blood and body, overwhelmed her senses.