Chapter Four
With his speed and agility to make quick leaps onto some buildings, he landed them on the roof of the barn, which now was used as a sort of recreational boathouse. He squatted down with her still in his arms under the leaves of a tree on the corner.
Vampires, witches and werewolves all milled about doing their usual jobs, not interacting, while others of each clan lurked around in the shadows. His keen sight made them all easier to spot. He found Achim first. Thankfully he was one of the ones out in the open. The old man just mingled in the thick of the night activity to make sure nothing bad went down. Isaac made sure to stay out of his range of notice. Achim would sense him before he saw them.
Scanning the place, he saw a cousin of his he’d not seen since right before he’d died. In fact he’d hung out with the guy about an hour before his accident. Now it had been ten years since they’d spoken a word to each other. The reality that for all intents and purposes he was dead to his birth family, hit him like a kayak paddle to the head. Something in him reacted, wanted to reach out, to speak to his cousin, to his mother and father too. To see them would be amazing, but. he wanted to warn them too, to be able to go and save his family from possible danger if an all out war did erupt here. But, he was pretty much damned if he did and damned if he didn’t in this situation. Fuck!
Winter put her hand on his arm from where she crouched under him. That she could sense his feelings unnerved him further if that was even possible. He had Winter’s whole body protected with his. This hadn’t escaped him either, how natural it was to protect her, how nicely she fit into the curve of his body, like he was meant to shelter her.
Her touch brought out his own humanity and nearly broke him. He wanted to get her out of there. He wanted to be with her again, to feel her body, naked, move against his. It had been only one day, and he already didn’t know how to let her go. Their time together already clearly seemed a mistake, a mistake of grave magnitude which only promised trouble to come. Just chalk it up to another of my idiotic and impulsive decisions.
He heard Winter suck in a breath just before a vamp on the beach started being loud and obnoxious. The guy acted drunk, but by Winter’s reaction he wondered if it was just magic, if he had been spelled to do the things he’d done. The vamp patted a werewolf on the back, who turned and for a second, showed a brief glimpse of canines, before he got his bearings, and pulled back. He marveled at the werewolf’s strength with the full moon only days away.
So far, the humans had taken no notice of a drunk local. The guy wore a uniform, appeared to be on the job, but losing his job was the least of the guy’s worries now.
“Is he spelled?” Isaac whispered in her ear.
“Yes. They’re over at the marina, inside one of the boats. I can’t stop them from this distance.”
“You can’t get involved anyway,” he whispered back, his hands gripped tighter around her upper arms.
“Then why am I here? Why are you here? I mean why are you really here? You could be seen. So many here would recognize you. You know that.”
“I know. I just couldn’t stay back in that room, not knowing what was going on. I have two families in this town, the one who gave birth to me, and the one who changed me. I don’t want either of them to get hurt. How could I just sit and wait for news?”
“You said that before. And?” she whispered back, not an ounce of frustration in her voice. He marveled at the creature beneath him. He even got on his own nerves, how could he not get on hers?
“And...what?”
“Come on. Tell me,” she sighed. “We both know that you can’t help either set of them if something happens.”
“I wanted to see them, okay? I wanted to see if I could get a glimpse of my mom and dad and brother. I need to see for myself that they are okay after all of these years, truthfully. I got reports through Drake of what they are up to, but I needed to know that everyone I care about is safe, see it with my own eyes, detection be damned.”
“You can’t do that to your clan or to your birth family. They went through hell losing you, especially without the finality of a body.”
“I know already! I’m stupid. Maybe you should just go. Go out there and show your clan, your family, that you are safe then get away from here. You would be better off away from me.”
“Would I?” She placed a light kiss on his cheek, then suddenly he felt her stiffen. A chill ran down his back, making even him shake.
The supposedly drunk vampire on the beach had picked a fight with the werewolf now for sure. So this was the witch’s plan, to put the two clans, vamp and werewolf, at war first. As if they already weren’t, but to make them come out in public, come to physical blows. Surely, the two Clan leaders will see through this? The humans wouldn’t know the difference. All they would see was that two local kids had fought, but each clan risked exposure if pushed to their limits, if fangs or canines came out. Defensive instincts could be a bitch to stifle in the heat of public confrontation.
There was pushing and shouting, humans came into the mix to try to stop it or just watch. Isaac held onto the tree, tried not to move, not to stop one of his clan from showing his fangs. Who the hell knew what the witches would make the poor guy do next. They could make the kid’s fangs descend. They could control them both. Known to have necromancy spells over vamps and other spells to control animals, they even had a spell to force a shift. This kind of exposure could eventually risk the witches being exposed too if things went too far.
If one paranormal clan came into the light, it would probably not be long before they all did. Would they really go that far? Probably not. He was sure this was a message to the clans, not the humans. They probably just wanted to play enough to ensure the other clans got the message, loud and clear, of what they were capable of. Fear of what could happen was often a better revenge than dealing with something actually happening.
“I have to wonder what the witches could really want out of this?” he whispered into her ear, aware of how good it felt to have a partner in crime up here, someone to confide in. “I mean, is this just some fun revenge on their part to make the other clans sweat and squirm while proving how their magick is oh-so-fucking-powerful? Or is this a serious, eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, straight out revenge tactic, with the death of one of each clan the only goal? They are quite aware, I’m sure, that all the vamps and werewolves can do to them is simply kill them, drain them or tear them apart like a puppy’s play toy. And they know that can’t be done out in the open.” Up until now, as they’d pretty much ignored each other, no matter where he was – Tennessee or California – he’d never realized the advantages the witches had over his kind and the werewolves.
“I truly don’t know. I put nothing past them,” Winter whispered back.
The circle around the two boys had gotten bigger as their words and threats became more intense. Where is Achim anyway to get this young vamp – obviously turned in the last few years, as I don’t know him at all – out of harm’s way? Of course they would play with the new, rather than chance the old. He saw Achim then, and gave a sigh of relief. This should all end soon. But, just as a touch of relief softened his stance, his brother got out of a boat and ran to where the first punch had been thrown.
“Goddamned do-gooder his whole life!” Isaac hissed, stood up from his crouch. Achim’s head snapped his way. The next thing he knew, Winter had placed her hand on his chest, and they were back in Drake’s home underground.
When it hit him where they were, Isaac roared at her. “What the fuck? What about my brother?” He lunged at her, grabbed her by the arms, tried to control his urge to shake her in his frustration until her neck snapped.
“You’re hurting me,” Winter cried.
He let go of her arms and stepped back away from her. He had to get control. His power and rage took out a lamp while he attempted it. The glass bulb shattered when it hit the wall at a lethal speed. Mangled metal and paper shade hit the floor, and tiny shards of glass fell like rain down around them.
Isaac saw Winter circle her hand, say a few lines, “Basiliske Galeōte meta Kōktō Podōn kai Kakoin Ommatoin to Phōs Emēi Cheiri Kathias tōi Kakōi Dergmati Toxeusatō!
He couldn’t follow the Latin, although the way her voice sung each word, slurred them together, he felt as if he’d gone into a trance. His limbs started to tingle as if they’d fallen asleep. He rushed at her, but he couldn’t get to his normal vampire speed. She stepped aside as she continued to speak her spell.
“Kakon Omma Petrōseōs...” she practically sang as his body fell lifeless to the bed behind her. She moved to his side. Her hands on him next felt warm, but his response to her touch, wanting to touch back, even just lay a hand over hers, was stifled by whatever spell she’d cast upon him. Inside his body, his muscles and his nerve endings attempted to work, but only succeeded in creating an internal panic, one like being drugged. Nothing on him physically moved even though he wanted it to.
She rolled him over to his back since he’d landed face down. Then she straddled him. Her dress rose up, showed him a generous amount of her creamy thighs. Inside his head he screamed. He bucked, wanted to feel his erection – well he thought he had one anyway – against her warmth, yet nothing happened. He heard not a sound.
His phone rang.
“I’m going to get your phone for you and allow you to speak. I warn you though, against telling whoever is calling about your current predicament. You needed to chill out. I helped.” She shrugged and then reached into his jeans pocket, so close to his dick, for his phone. “It’s Achim.”
He could only watch as with one hand moving she chanted a few more phrases in Latin, then with the other she flipped open the phone. When she placed the infernal device to his ear, he could hear Achim shout.
“...I mean what the hell were you trying to prove there boy? You directly disobeyed me! Were you going to save your brother? Then how would you explain the fact that ten years later you were alive and hadn’t contacted them?”
“Is my brother okay?” Isaac spat into the phone. He’d never spoken to Achim this way before. He had always treated him with respect, like one would a grandfather despite his youthful appearance, but these past few days wore on him. He still hadn’t even had the time to come to terms with the loss of his maker or this witch who currently controlled and straddled him.
“He’s fine. Thankfully he didn’t see you. The fight was stopped. We were circling. We had it handled, but wanted to go to the source. Once we found the witches who were casting the spells, a vamp and a werewolf, begrudgingly but together for good show against the witches, went to make sure the witches were well aware they’d been caught. Finally, everyone went home for the night. The vamps were pretty upset though. Retaliation will surely be heavy on their minds still.”
Isaac had always loved to hear Achim talk. The old-world language accompanied by his still slightly German accent, had brought him comfort many times. He needed it now, and with the news of everything being over for the night, he took it like a greedy child being handed candy to pacify him.
“Again, Isaac,” Achim went on. “Now that you are back, we need to talk about this family thing. I need to know where you are with this. If you would contact them, even making up some outrageous story about why you are alive now, ten years later, how would you ever explain why you couldn’t see them when the sun is out? You know only one side of your face is scarred, from the other side anyone who knew you would know who you are instantly.”
“I know. I’ve been through all that a hundred times in my mind.” Isaac sighed heavily. The fact he could do so – could sigh, could move his mouth, yet the rest of his body lay paralyzed – suddenly shocked him. Somehow this sexy witch, still on top of him – in fact leaning over so her breasts were pretty much one hundred percent revealed to him – had spelled him so that he couldn’t move a muscle. She’d petrified him. That was a word of the Latin she’d used that he’d understood. Yet she still allowed him to use his lungs, useless on any other account, to speak. Even working against him, she fascinated him, well more than she’d already had before.
“We will talk soon,” Achim said, sounded tired. “There are only a few more hours till day sleep is upon us and I have some things to do. But, we need to meet come sundown tomorrow. Some of the clan are hammering me for a definitive leader. We need to decide now that Drake...” Achim left off with a break in his voice.
“We will. Tomorrow. And Achim, sorry to add to your shit-load of problems tonight.”
“Not a problem, son. At least we are all safe to see another night. See you tomorrow.”
Winter clicked the phone closed and leaned over to lay it on the nightstand. Isaac practically growled as this put her sex flush over his cock.
“How can I feel my dick if I can’t move the damn thing?”
“The beauty of this spell is to paralyze only the bones, petrify actually, for a time, but still allow the subject to live. Your erection is all muscle, and thus free to work of it’s own volition, off instinct, off what you want, desire. If you were human, your heart would still beat and your lungs would still breathe. It really just petrifies the bones, making the joints not work. This is why your muscles still feel like they can move, but actually don’t. And, why you can still get hard.”
She did a little lap dance over his erection. It drove him mad to want her so badly, and not even have the choice to deny himself, yet still feel everything, every god-damned blessed inch where her body met with his.
“I’m relaxed now. Well, calm anyway. You can undo the spell.” The muscles in his face twitched.
“No, I think before the sun comes up, I might like having you at my mercy.”
“You would, would you?” The twitch over his eye freaked him out, felt more like a muscle spasm. “Yeah, you damnable witch, I just winked at you, but it could not have been pretty.”
“You’re always cute to me.”
“Sure. I do actually see my reflection in mirrors. That is a stupid rumor. So I know what you see.”
Usually instinct would have him hide the scared side of his face as much as he could from whomever he was with, but now he couldn’t. She’d taken away his right to hide his scars and called him cute. Nothing about her made sense, and most things about her just scared the un-living version of daylights out of him.
“Well, I don’t care what your opinion is,” she smiled at him, a wicked grin that made his stomach tighten. “I know what I see. And, man, you are one drop-dead gorgeous vamp. The scars are only a small part of you. There is so much more. I think, in fact, while I have you in almost total submission, and Achim said it was still a few hours before day sleep, that I will show you just how much I do think of you… how much I want you.” She squared her shoulders but then tilted her head to the side. Logic and integrity and all that crap be damned, he wanted to bite her right where that beautiful vein in her neck throbbed with her blood.
“Hmmm,” she continued. “Is this considered wrong, to take advantage of a man I’ve spelled into paralysis?”
“You mean will I scream rape? I don’t think so. But, really, is this what you want? I mean, what’s happening between us would best be left ignored. You know, like a black cat crossing your path on Halloween night, or something along those lines.”
“Cute attempt at a ‘witchy’ joke. But, I don’t want to ignore it. What’s that old song say, the one my grandmother used to play, ah yeah, something like, I know your plans they don’t include me. But, hmm, how does that go…oh, yeah, but here we are, both of us…something…” she stopped to giggle. “We’ve got tonight babe, why don’t I stay? Okay, so I think I may have screwed up a few words, but you get the point.”
“What I get is that we’re playing with fire here especially with all that’s going down.”
“Correction, I’m playing with fire. You can’t play with anything.”
“And you like it this way?” He smiled despite himself, despite his intentions to stay serious and pissed off – well pretend to be anyway – about what was happening here.
“I think I do like it this way. But first, your permission is requested, oh dominated night walker, to remove your clothing.” Isaac, if he had a heart that still beat, knew it would have thumped in his chest the way this woman looked at him.
“I say no, then.”
“And I don’t care then, I guess,” her voice had been nearly as low and breathless as his.
To his complete and utter disbelief, though he’d kept up with her new game, she ripped his shirt down the middle and then across each arm until it lay in shreds beneath him. Winter went at the poor material like an animal, more a werewolf than a witch. Her body bumped his in various places, turned him on, and he remained helpless to do a thing about it.
“Damn, sexy as hell, witch. What am I going to do with you?”
“Nothing that I don’t already want you to I’m sure.”
She worked his jeans off him then. Torturously slow, his button was undone; his zipper unzipped, the material tugged down over his hips, and then leg by leg, pulled down over his thighs, calves and feet. He could see now that she tried to keep him off-step, not let him anticipate what would come next. His cock tented his boxers.
So he shouldn’t have been shocked at all when she changed modes again – went back to fierce – ripped his boxers off him. Not as in pulling them down, but grasped and pulled up, let the material shred over the strong muscles of his ass and hips. The feeling of it – hot slices of friction against his skin like rope burns accompanied by the slivers of material brushing over his cock– made his fangs pop out as he growled at her, low and feral.
Her eyes widened, huge orbs which betrayed small amounts of real, actual fear, and he found pride in himself for intimidating her even in his condition. So sue him, it was a vamp thing, a guy thing even. She grasped his jaw hard with her hand, plopped back down, straddled his stomach. Blessed witch didn’t have any underwear on either, and he could feel her wet heat. With a finger of her free hand, she stroked down over his fangs, first over one then the other. The move was so erotic, so over the top intimate, while brash and forceful at the same time. He thought, if it were possible, he’d just fallen in love with the woman.
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
“As rough as you can handle, babe,” he answered as he purposely moved his mouth just enough to scratch his fang along her finger.
She shuddered, which made her magic feel like a warm energy field around him. The intense waves of activity trembled along his skin like warm balls of cotton, but under his skin it felt like a flame kindled, waited for a burst of air to back draft into an inferno.
She bent over, again her breasts almost fell out of her dress. Her face not an inch from his, she licked his fangs, ran her tongue along them, rolled it around the back of each elongated tooth, one after the other. In any other state rather than spelled, this could have been asking to die. He wanted a taste of her blood so badly it was all he could focus on aside from the luxurious – no outright fucking erotic – sensation of her warm, soft tongue over his cold, hard fangs.
When she lifted her head enough to look into his eyes, whether for approval or for feedback, whatever, he said with his voice so low it was barely audible, “I want your neck. I want your blood. If I wasn’t spelled, licking a vamp’s fang is one stupid ass mistake my dear.”
“My dear, huh? I like that. But, if you are warning me against the dangers you pose to my life, I am all too well aware. I’ve been told as much my whole life, warned against your kind, men just like you. And having followed the rules for so damn long, I think I like not only breaking them, but stomping on them as well, grinding them to dust underneath my heel. I already know I like you. So let’s take a walk on the wild side here vamp boy. You can’t hurt me like this.”
“No, I guess not. But what are you saying then, that you can hurt me?”
She shrugged.
Lifting herself from her position on his belly, she stood over him, one foot on each side of his rib cage. In an awkward – because of where she was, but damned sexy anyway – striptease, she moved her body like a snake as she removed her dress. Again with the no underwear thing, one shot and she was naked. He’d known that earlier too when they’d gone out, but then his mind had become pre-occupied with war and retaliation. Now his only focus was on her glistening pussy, her folds open so he could see the scarlet skin of her core as she stood over him. When she lowered herself to his mouth, his body trembled, muscles shook over dead bones.
When she was so close he could smell her excitement, he warned, “Don’t do this. I want blood.”
“Then take blood. Taste me. Bite me. I’m not afraid of you. I’ll prove to you that I have more confidence in your powers to take from me, and to be able to restrain your urges at the same time, than you do. Now lick me. Stick your tongue between those fangs and lick me.”
Thunder rumbled low in his chest as she laid her sex over his mouth. His lungs ached – hell, his dick throbbed to the point of pain – but he obeyed the order. He ran his tongue only over her wet folds, tasted her exotic mix of sweet and spicy and she trembled, shivered and slowly circled her hips over his face. He thrust his tongue up and down because it was all he could move. He was at her mercy even in pleasing her. Yet, she moved for them both. With the down-stroke of her hips he licked her, but as she swung them back up his fangs grazed along her swollen pussy lips. Her moans spurred him on to angle his head as to avoid his teeth poking her, but he couldn’t move his neck. Only his jaw was free, and he’d already done all he could to try to prevent penetrating her with his fangs in such an intimate place. It was a perilous situation, the bloodlust nearly took his life from him, shook him to his core. What he did finally do was close his mouth, protect her flesh from his fangs.
“I knew you wouldn’t bite me,” she purred.
He just moved his tongue, let it shoot out from between his closed lips to her clit, lapped at it until she started to cry out his name. The sound lulled him into another realm, one where he could believe a woman such as her could want a man like him.
“Now, vampire…” she panted, “my lover, bite me.” She moved up and to the side, brought her thigh down onto his mouth, pushed against his fangs. He still couldn’t move his neck, but he desperately wanted her blood. He only needed to feed once every few days, but it had been that long and then some since he’d had an actual meal, more than just sips of her.
She moved her hand between her folds and started to rub at her clit. “Bite me,” she said as she practically speared her thigh on his fangs.
He had no more restraint left in him. He felt like the veins in his head, in his dick, would burst with want of her blood. He let go and allowed his fangs to pierce the creamy white skin of her thigh, to sink deep into her flesh. With each draw he took of her honey-like blood, her fingers rubbed harder and faster on her clit. She cried out finally, a piercing but wonderful sound, as her body shook. He longed to touch her where he could see her juices coat her skin, but he couldn’t and it was the way she wanted it. For her, for this moment, she could have the control.
Tomorrow night when he woke up he would remind himself of what a bad idea this was, a vampire and a witch. His sister had done the same thing. Now here he was. His actions did not help his clan’s cause. People’s lives could be at stake. Tomorrow he would come to his senses. Tonight, well he couldn’t do much about it anyway, but he could at least let the lady have her way with him. That was the way of his life the past ten years: live in the moment, deal with the guilt later and above all please the ladies. But Winter, she was not just any lady. She was a woman – a dangerous one. With her, he could lose whatever was left of his dead heart that was still capable of love.
This little conversation in his mind gave him the willpower to stop drinking from her. He licked over the wound, initiated the healing process as her body’s shudders began to subside. She fell back on his body, her legs wide open gave him a picture perfect view of her pussy, all ripe and still wet.
“I’m thinking maybe you like it rough too,” Isaac spoke. He couldn’t just lay there helpless with this view in front of him for much longer. “Come on, babe, you’re killing me here.”
“I’m sorry. Don’t like what you see?”
“Are you kidding me? Hell no! I’m dying to have what I see, again and again, but I have no control over my body here, remember? You won. I bit you. Now what? What do you have planned next for me?”
“Mmmm, now wouldn’t you like to know? No worries though, my love.”
“Your what?” He cut her off.
“Sorry, it was what I called you in my fantasies, the ones I’m not afraid to admit that I had now. After the accident we were together, you, a vampire, and me, a witch. Because that was what I had hoped would have happened. That Drake had saved you…Anyway, in my daydreams, I would’ve you tied to a bed at my mercy, and have had your body incapable of stopping any whim I had. But in those fantasies, I fell in love with you.”
“They were fantasies with a guy you created with my face, well my old face, not who I am now.”
“I know that,” she spat. “Now shut up and stop screwing with my living out a fantasy here. I’m taking it. For once in my life, I’m in control, and I’m taking what I want!”
He said nothing as she rolled him over, face down onto the bed. He couldn’t move his neck, but she knew he had no real need for air other than to speak. Now, he couldn’t even do that. She climbed on him, and he could feel her weeping sex on his back. She started at his neck, kissed, nipped at his flesh as she ran her hands through his hair. Moving onto his back, she grabbed at his flesh, kneaded his tense muscles with her fingers as she kissed him again and again, moved down over him until she reached his ass.
His groan was heard despite his mouth being buried in the comforter. Wanting her so bad, his erection pushed against his own stomach, as hard as he could possibly be. It infuriated him to have her control him, but still it was the best kind of torture. He was always the one in control, the one who scared everyone else into submission. To have the roles reversed he found, much to his own surprise, was a great big turn on.
She bit the cheeks of his ass, rimmed over his hole, touched her fingers lightly against the small part of his balls, which were still exposed to her. He started to scream into the comforter, each time the noise was met only with a giggle from her.
She turned him back over, touched his hard cock, and he swore his body jumped, but nothing moved.
“I want you,” he growled.
“It’s about time,” she huffed. “I’m going to release you now, consequences be damned.”
He was about to protest, but she moved her hand. With a few unintelligible words, his body shot up, pulled hers against his, followed his wayward thoughts, finally.
Without thought, on impulse only, he rolled over her, pulled her beneath him. Moving between her legs, he positioned his cock at her opening, then slowly pushed his erection into her warmth. Her back arched, her hips thrust upward and took him in all the way. She screamed, and continued to do so over and over again in tiny rants of pleasure as he moved in and out of her. He bit into her neck, drew her blood into his body and soon felt her orgasm build around him. It was all he needed to unleash all the pent up sexual energy inside him. Together they rode the high of their orgasms.
The last thing he remembered before day sleep took him was being still connected to her, their bodies as one, as a few drops of her blood ran over his bottom lip.