Chasing After Him In The Moonlight

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Chapter 2: Cab Ride with a God

There was an icy chill in the air. Smoke left my lips as I breathed in then out. A light smell of sunflowers lingered before it was whisked away by another fierce gust of wind. I smiled. It reminded me of the days when I was just a little kid... when hanging out with my mother was the greatest thing in the whole world. However, her precious life fluttered away underneath the burning sun. The sun had killed her and yet it does not harm me. What a cruel world, what a cruel world indeed. The sky was slowly fading but the sun still lurked off in the distance. No vampires would venture out yet. Lifting my boots one at a time, I managed to make it to the sidewalk. I stopped and sat down on the curb by the doorway.

While everyone was partying in the blood bar, the snow must have fallen heavily. It was as if someone spilled milk everywhere. White ice littered the streets and sidewalks, preventing many humans from getting home to their families. My eyes watched as a father led his two daughters into a taxi cab. My father had never taken me anywhere. He was so ashamed of what I was and what my mother was, he was even reluctant to take my orphan self in. He was so... well, human. I guess he just did not understand what it meant to be a 'bloodthirsty beast of the night' in his words, of course. There was so much more than that to my mother.

I let a sigh slip through my lips. My past, though it haunts a man such as myself, left no permanent scars that I could not forget. I suppose that most people have a rough history, perhaps not as rough but enough so that it changed their lives. My mother once said to me, "Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It is the transition that is troublesome." I nodded to myself. By no means am I a mommy's boy. I just miss her so much. She has been in my thoughts these past few day because I have metaphorically fallen into a hole. Every night I tossed and turned to my empty mind. A depression has clouded my life.

"Hey handsome, need a ride home?" asked a familiar voice. A yellow cab squeaked slowly to a halt and the window of the backseat rolled down. The light brown unkempt hair appeared along with those two mesmerizing eyes of his. His lips formed a smile and motioned for me to get in the taxi. I looked around, there did not appear to be anyone else. I pointed to myself in question. He let out a hearty laugh and nodded. "Yes, you. I wasn't talking to Count Dracula, silly."

Rising to my feet, I stumbled next to the yellow car and leaned in. "I don't have any more money tonight." I apologized. Duo shook his head and motioned me to come in again. He mouthed no problem. I scanned the place once again then grabbed the cold metal handle. Pulling open the door, a blast of warm air hit my face. Promptly, I scooted into the warm car and accidentally snuggled up against the inviting man.

Heat rose to my cheeks and I quickly apologized. "No worries. It's a small cab." He placed his hand on my own hands and whispered, "Look at me." My eyes automatically rose to meet his. "Good, now relax. Here have some of this." From behind him, his hands pulled a bottle of wine out. He popped the cork out and poured a few drops of the malty alcohol into my mouth. The taste was bitter, full of alcohol and blood. My fangs itched. I licked the liquid that had missed my mouth and dripped down to my chin.

"Whoa, slow down!" His laugh was slightly throaty. I had gotten up on one knee and leaned towards the bottle. I longed for that taste to be in my mouth. It was so hypotising and I begged for more. He tipped the bottle more and the alcohol engulfed me. My inside burned as my hands moved onto his body. Stroking his chest, I leaned in for more. He paused and drank some himself. His violet eyes met mine and his face angled sideways. A little flicker of his tongue peeked out between his pearl white teeth.

The wetness of his tongue touched my chin. Licking the crimson liquid that dribbled down my neck, I gasped as he sucked on a extremely sensitive spot. I let out a small moan. Two hands, one on each shoulder, pushed me down gently against the car door. Duo planted little kisses down my neck and brushed my jacket aside. Lifting my dark shirt, he continued as I grabbed hold on the seatbelt. Biting my bottom lip, I managed to keep quiet until now.

I closed my eyes tightly and felt his tongue lick my right nipple then give it a little blow. The warm breath of his sent tingles down my spine.

Knock, knock.

The cab driver banged his fist on the window separating us. He waved his hand, indicating that he has reached our destination and he wanted his money. Duo coughed and muttered an apology to the driver. He pulled my shirt down and wrapped my jacket around me. Pulling out a couple of tens from his wallet, he slipped it through and leaned my way opening the door.

"Wait, where am I going?" I asked confused and embarrassed. He shushed me and gave me a light push outside. I wobbled and the floor spun underneath my feet... my three pairs of feet to be exact. It was obvious that I was drunk. A warm arm encircled my waist, helping me up some stairs. I tried to blink away the sleepiness that was overhwelming me but, alas, it took over... and there was darkness.

"Sleep, my darling, sleep."