Chapter 3: The Were from Where?
Phil woke up Sunday morning around ten thirty to the sensation of light kisses being pressed to the back of his neck and shoulders. He hummed appreciatively as his fiancée found that sensitive spot right at the junction of where his neck met his shoulder. Soft fingers traced circles on his hip bone as the lips on his neck began to nip and suck the skin there.
"Babe, you're going to leave a mark there if you're not careful." Phil said softly. The lips let go and a warm, moist tongue traced the reddish bruise that was beginning to form there.
"What if I don't care?" Frank asked, his voice husky from sleep and lust. His hand left Phil's hip as his fingers traced a path to the toned chest above.
"You'll care when I have to wear turtlenecks in this heat."
"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" Frank teased as he rubbed over one of Phil's already taut nipples.
Phil turned in Frank's arms and pressed an open-mouth kiss to his lips, his tongue running over Frank's lips, begging for entry. Frank's lips parted and he whimpered at the feel of Phil invading his mouth. He's getting dizzy, but in a good way as his body warms and he melts into the feeling of being held, loved, ravished.
His fiancée pushed on his shoulder and Frank lies back on his pillow, the raven haired man straddling his hips and his continues his mouth's explorations. Phil stops and sits back a little, raising his hand to Frank's mouth.
"Lick." he whispers, and the brunette obeys, sure to get the offered palm as wet as he can manage. Phil's warm, wet hand goes between their bodies, and he wraps his hand around Frank's dick and his own. Their hisses and moans intermingle as Phil began to pump his slick hand up and down. Frank reached up and grabbed Phil's head, bringing his face back down to his. With Phil's concentration on massaging and caressing their members, Frank takes charge of the kissing, sucking in Phil's bottom lip and lightly nipping, then more deep kisses. He ran his fingers through Phil's soft curls and found purchase at the nape of his neck, digging his nails into his lover's scalp.
"Mhmmm…" Phil moans, muffled by their joined lips, and his speed picks up...
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy…
"What the hell does Joe want now?" Frank groused, recognizing his brother's annoying ring tone.
"Maybe he needs a lift from the hospital?" Phil wondered as he rested his head on Frank's shoulder.
"No, he sent a text a couple of hours ago that Biff was picking him up."
"Then don't answer it." Phil nuzzled Frank's neck and nipped at his earlobe. "Call him back later, when we're done." He thrust his hips for emphasis, causing Frank's breath to hitch. Frank turned his head to capture Phil's lips, but the ring tone began again and Frank groaned.
"Don't do it." Phil warned, but Frank was already starting to reach for his cell phone. "You're gonna regret answering it." He smiled teasingly.
"If I don't answer it he'll just keep calling, you know that. And I don't want to listen to John Denver the entire time we fuck." Phil sighed in resignation and rolled off of Frank, but spooned right up against him as Frank turned over to pick up the phone.
"Yeah?" Frank rasped impatiently as he felt Phil slot his dick between his cheeks.
"Frank? Did I wake you up?" Phil could hear Joe ask as he hooked his chin over Frank's shoulder.
"No, I'm awake." Frank said as Phil took his turn to plant light kisses on Frank's neck.
"I'm not interrupting anything am I?"
"No, no…" Phil smirked when Frank answered his brother. For that he smoothed his hand over the pert ass in front of him and gave the tender flesh a solid smack.
"Ah!" Frank yelped.
"The fuck was that?"
"Nothing! Nothing." Frank twisted his body to give Phil an admonishing look, but only received a face of mock innocence in return.
"Well look, Biff and I went to Harris Collision Center to check out Van's car. Biff thinks it wasn't a deer she hit, but something else."
"Oh, really?" Frank was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on what his brother was saying. Phil had decided now was a good time to reach around and resume stroking Frank's cock while rutting against his lover's buttocks.
"He thinks it's a Were, a werewolf to be exact." That got their attention. Frank propped himself up on one elbow and Phil stopped his motions, sitting up enough that he could still hear Joe as well.
"Biff thinks Vanessa hit a werewolf. But his sense of smell isn't nearly as good as Amy or Ezekiel's. Any chance you could call Amy over this evening and let her check out the sample for herself?"
"Biff wants Amy's help?"
"Er…yeah. It's taken him about an hour for him to admit it, but yeah. Biff needs Amy's help."
"Well, okay. I'll give her a call and leave a message. What time is good for Biff?" Frank could hear Joe asking Biff.
"Nine thirty! That ought to give the bitch time to wake up and put her face on!" He heard Biff call out to Joe.
"I heard him Joe. Alright bro, give Van a hug from me when you see her later. I'll let you know how it goes tonight. Bye." Frank ended the call and flopped back down on the bed. Phil did the same, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
"Well, I don't know about you Babe, but that killed my boner."
…..
Frank had never seen Amy Johnson look as uneasy as she did sitting in his living room right now. The former plantation slave turned vampire was a tall and proud African with dark black skin and an exotic beauty that belied the deadliness she could possess at any given moment. But Frank had witnessed her softer, nurturing side first-hand and despite Biff's misgivings Frank trusted her. And for Frank Hardy, as anyone who'd known him as long as his family and Phil did, that was quite an accomplishment.
"How was the show in New York?" Frank asked as he set a cup and saucer of hot tea on the coffee table before her. Frank knew full well that Amy couldn't enjoy the tea, but he'd also come to learn that with vampires, at least with the older, world-weary ones, actions spoke louder than words. Amy came from a time when manners and cordialness spoke volumes about a person. Frank's presentation of the tea cup and saucer was a symbol of hospitality and gratitude for Amy's presence.
Amy smiled at the gracious gesture. Apparently some humans still taught their children manners in this era of crude television programs, violent video games and ill-mannered, thankless young people. In return for Frank's efforts, Amy did pick up the cup and saucer and took a polite sip. Chamomile tea, an interesting choice - well, chamomile flavored mud to her. Vampires had no taste for human food.
"Very enjoyable, I believe I will indeed be wearing a few things from her collection this fall." Amy set the tea back on the coffee table and sat back.
"Why do I feel like you're leaving something out?" Frank quirked an eyebrow as he fiddled with handle on his cane. Amy frowned and looked at her manicured nails for a moment before answering.
"I had a terribly uneasy feeling when I was in New York. I could feel Eric, his presence. As if he was close by. I could never pick up his scent, that city is a festering cesspool of smells. But Ezekiel hasn't been able to detect him in this area."
Frank's mouth went dry. He'd allowed himself to become complacent about their safety, but the reality was Eric was still out there, still a threat. Frank took a sip of his own cup of tea and shakily set it back in the saucer. Amy could almost see the panic beginning to rise in Frank as the cup and saucer trembled in his grasp.
"How is your physical therapy coming?" Amy asked quickly to distract Frank before a full-blown panic attack could set in. She'd witnessed him have one or two during his first months home from the hospital. Phil had been the one who comforted him and assured Frank that he was safe while Amy kept watch from a distance.
"It's… It's coming along okay." He cast his eyes downward and tapped his fingers on the handle of his cane. Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs from the second floor, Frank and Amy glanced over to the staircase to see Phil descending.
"Hey Amy! How're you tonight." Phil greeted the nearly four hundred year old vampire.
"I am well, thank you Phillip." Amy turned back to Frank. "What time did you say Allen was going to be here?" she glanced at the clock over the small fireplace.
"Biff said nine-thirty."
"Did his family not teach him that it is impolite to keep a lady waiting?" She huffed. "I would really like to help Ezekiel on patrol tonight."
"Why does Zeke need help?" Amy quickly explained her fears and Phil watched as Frank's face paled.
"Frank Babe, we've got the enchantment over the house. Amy and Ezekiel made the oath, he can't touch us. And the moment they find him they'll deal with him."
"He's smart Phil, he'll figure out a way around all this. You and I can't remain within a ten mile radius of our house the rest of our lives." He turned to Amy. "And we can't ask you and Ezekiel to be our constant body guards when we have to go beyond that perimeter. You two have your own lives to live." At that Amy looked downcast.
"I'm sorry you feel that way."
"No, Amy. I'm sorry. I'm very thankful for everything you and Ezekiel have done for us..."
"But you are right. That is no quality of life. It reminds me of when I had found favor as a house slave. I had some freedom, but I was still bound to the house and plantation. Essentially I was still a prisoner."
"I'm not saying I feel like a prisoner Amy…"
"You may as well be one." A look of determination was now set in her features. "I have only myself to blame. I've been so focused on waiting for a sign of Eric coming here, I've neglected to broaden my search for him. It's time I called in a few favors."
"Great, more vampires. Biff will have a cow." Phil rolled his eyes.
"Allen must come to understand not all of us are cold blooded killers."
"Well unless you go on a diet of mountain lion or black bear, I think you're going to have a hard time swaying him." Frank said. Amy genuinely laughed at that idea.
"You mortals can't believe everything you read, especially in a work of fiction."
"So how do you justify your eating habits?" Phil countered nervously.
"Your friend believes he is doing the world a favor, ridding the world of a pestilence, however…"
"More like keeping my friends and family safe." A gruff voice from behind them said.
"Shit Biff, knock why don't you!" Phil cried out as he covered his chest in mock pain.
"I did, but you three were too busy with your pow-wow. And your door was unlocked."
"Actually, I knew you were there the whole time." Amy said with a smug grin.
"Well then, don't let me interrupt. Please Amy, tell us how you're able to sleep during the day after taking innocent lives all night."
"I don't take innocent lives. I swore long ago never to prey on the innocent. There is enough evil in the world to keep me fed for another four hundred years."
"That's for a judge and jury to decide, you can't take the law into your own hands." Biff said righteously as he took a seat across from the vampire, the color beginning to rise in his cheeks.
"Tell that to the single mother woman who was strangled in an alley on her way home from work. Or to the prisoners of war whose lives were considered no more valuable than the dogs used to chase them down. If you could stop it, why wait for justice? Exact it then and there so that the innocent can live and the guilty can be punished?"
"Someone has a bit of a G-d complex." Biff rebuffed.
"Touché." Amy bit back, eyes reddening in anger.
"Okay! That's enough you two!" Frank stood wobbly from the chair and leaned on his cane. "Biff, would you please show Amy what you and Joe found?"
"Here." Biff huffed as he tossed a plastic baggie of fur onto the coffee table. Amy picked the bag gingerly with two fingers, as if the thing were toxic. She scowled as she opened the bag and closed it immediately.
"It is of a werewolf. Male. Not from around here." Amy made a very unladylike face as she tossed the baggie back onto Biff's lap dismissively.
"You can tell all of that just from a little sniff?" Phil asked.
"Yes. He spends quite a bit of time in the wild." Amy picked up her cup of tea and inhaled the vapors from the still steaming cup. "Ugh. That's not working. Excuse me please, I'm in need of your facilities." She got up and walked to the foyer in the direction of the half bath.
"Well, that narrows it down." Phil said sarcastically.
"Actually, it does in a way." Biff conceded. "It means it's not one of our local werewolves. They're very territorial, if a werewolf from another area has been hunting here, he had to have gotten permission from someone from the pack. I'll call the local den leader in the morning, see if they've had any recent guests and make sure they're okay."
Amy walked back into the living room and reclaimed her seat.
"Are you okay Amy?" Frank asked.
"I'll be fine. I believe I finally rid my nose of that stench."
"Amy, I really would like to thank you for identifying this for us." Biff slipped the baggie of fur back into his jeans pocket. Amy seemed shocked by Biff's gratitude, but recovered her cool demeanor with a curt nod.
"Anything for Frank and his family." She stood from her seat and shoved her clutch purse under her arm. "I hope your sister-in-law has a quick recovery, Frank, and thank you for the tea. Phil, always a pleasure. Allen… you're welcome. Now, if I am now longer needed here, I must go home and shower before I meet up with Ezekiel."
She was gone in a flash. They heard the front door close with a soft click before they realized Amy had left the room.