Feeding Time
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The realization made the vampire even harder. He ground his crotch against Drew's tight buns. If only he'd insisted they'd been naked. Well, there would be plenty of time for that later. Now, he just had to feed!
"I'm ready," Drew whispered. "I've waited so long for this moment..."
The hunger swelled within the vampire. His breathing intensified and his tongue slithered over his pale lips.
As the vampire opened his mouth, Ben's cool breath against the younger man's warm skin reminded Drew that he was about to lose his virginity to a creature of the night.
Ben's hands held Drew's head and neck firmly in place. The vampire threw his own head back. The farther the distance, the more force he could use when his fangs pierced the creamy flesh. Likewise, the deeper they would plunge into the throbbing artery.
The fangs sprung from the roof of his mouth. The saliva on their tips glistened in a stray beam of moonlight.
Ben let out a primal cry as he swung his head down, piercing Drew's neck. The blood instantly drenched his tongue and filled every nook and cranny in his mouth. The sensation reminded him of his human days when he would bite into an overstuffed eclair and the cream would explode into his mouth and coat the back of his throat.
Drew bit his own lip as he felt the stinging pain from the sharp penetration. He thought he had prepared himself for that moment, mentally and physically. He thought he knew what to expect and that he could handle it. Instead, his body responded by turning the shocking pain into the most intense feelings of pleasure he'd ever experienced.
The vampire let out a scream, but not of ecstasy. His intense pleasure unexpectedly turned into excruciating pain.
Ben jerked his head back. His retracting fangs ripped through Drew's skin as he pulled away.
Drew hadn't expected that. He brought his left hand up to his neck, trying to staunch the blood flow as he turned around to face Ben.
The vampire staggered backwards and leaned against the car. His lips blistered and scarred in several places as if acid had been thrown on them. Steam, or something that looked like it, escaped from his mouth.
The fury burned in his eyes and came through in Ben's voice despite his obviously weakened state. "You recently drank holy water!" he hissed partly in astonishment and partly in an accusatory tone.
"A flask full of it! And you practically ripped my neck open when you pulled out," Drew shot back using the same mixed tone. Still holding the wound with his left hand, he retrieved his wallet from his pocket with his other hand.
Drew flipped the wallet open. Using his free hand, he managed to disengage the credit card pockets from a Velcro fastener revealing two secret compartments. He grabbed a little bottle, about the size of mouthwash samples that dentists give out after appointments.
The young man brought the bottle up to his neck and knocked the cap off with his thumb. He squeezed hard. Several blobs of a thick brown liquid oozed out. He finally removed his left hand from the open wounds long enough to rub the mysterious liquid over them.
The maneuvering had been much easier to do when he practiced beforehand. Actually bleeding from an open wound sure made things more difficult!
The blood instantly clotted and the brown liquid dried into a crude bandage.
Normally, the sight of all that blood would excite the vampire in numerous ways. However, now that he knew the precious fluid was tainted, it simply caused waves of nausea in his stomach.
"And your skin was coated with Chrism Oil, but you used something to mask the scent," the vampire said continuing his assessment from earlier.
Drew arched an affirming eyebrow in lieu of a full nod. He'd been nervous that the vampire's acute sense of smell would pick up on the consecrated oil with which he'd covered his neck, wrists, and other vulnerable pulse points. He'd also feared that the protective properties wouldn't last long enough as the blessed oil had a potency time limit once it was applied to the skin.
Ben tried, but failed to stand without the support of the car behind him. Still he managed to ask, "Who are you, really?"
"I told you my name. Drew. I guess I forgot to mention my full title: VSS Agent Drew Carlton, OVC."
The vampire's eyes opened wide with fear. The words formed slowly on his scarred lips. "Vatican Secret Service. Office of Vampire Control."
"So you've heard of us," Drew observed smugly.
"I've heard rumors, of course, but I wasn't really sure you existed."
"Some people used to feel that way about vampires."
"It was safer for us that way," the vampire responded coolly.
"It will be safer for a lot of innocent and unsuspecting people with you off the streets."
"So you're a priest?" the vampire asked.
"No. Certainly not."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I didn't take a vow of celibacy," Drew replied.
The vampire found the agent's matter-of-fact tone on the subject intriguing.
Drew opened the other secret compartment in his wallet. He pulled out a rosary.
Ben eyed the swinging beads suspiciously. "What's that for?"
"Oh, I think you know," Drew answered as he walked towards the vampire.
Ben wanted to lash out at the young man, but he simply didn't have the strength. The holy water he'd ingested from Drew's bloodstream wouldn't be out of his system for a while. Not to mention the holy oil that burned his lips. His entire face inside and out still felt like it was on fire.
Drew wrapped the rosary around the vampire's wrists. He pulled until it hurt, knowing full well that rosary beads would sap the vampire's energy and keep him secured much more effectively than rope or even handcuffs.
Ben watched as the blessed beads bound his hands together. The beads stung everywhere they made contact with his dry, pale skin. "Maybe you're not so innocent after all, Agent Drew Carlton. The way you work those rosary beads, you seem like you might have some kinky b*****e experience."
"That smirk will be wiped off your face soon enough," Drew promised as he forced the subdued vampire into the back of the car.
"Where are you taking me?" Ben asked as Drew drove away from the back of Club Fangtasy.
"To the processing facility," Drew answered.
* * *
Agent Drew Carlton and his captive vampire stood outside of the gray door marked simply in faded characters as X-37. He pressed the button on what appeared to be an ancient intercom system.
Neither of the two men could hear any type of bell or buzzer from inside the building.
Ben leaned against the bricks and looked around. The vampire sniffed the air. He thought he smelled a body of water close by. However, with the residual holy water inside him and the rosary binding his wrists, he couldn't be positive that his senses functioned properly.
Still, it made sense. The dilapidated building looked like an old, abandoned warehouse. Perhaps they were on or near the city docks.
A computerized female voice on the intercom took Ben's attention from the surroundings. "Identification please."
"Carlton, Drew."
"Thank you," the automated system responded. "Voice identification complete. Please prepare for visual confirmation."
A red laser beam suddenly shot out from a hidden spot in the bricks. The light scanned Drew's body, slowly following the contours of his facial features.
"Visual identification complete," the female voice announced. "Transferring."
"Hi, Drew!"
"Kate!"
"I'm on the cell right now. I want to meet you at the door myself. I'm almost there."
Three red lights suddenly illuminated in sequence accompanied by three beeps. Then a green light lit up with a long beep. Several loud power locks snapped behind the metal door.
The door swung open, bathing the outside in bright fluorescent light.
Drew and Ben both blinked. The vampire held his bound hands up to protect his eyes. He could barely make out a sliver of the woman's face in the space between his fingers.
"You must be Kate," the vampire sneered as Drew pushed him through the door.
"Actually, to you, that's VSS Agent Sister Katherine O'Connell, OVC," the woman responded.
Ben lowered his hands and squinted for a better look. Sure enough, Kate stood before him in a full traditional nun's habit. The vampire only looked away when he saw the crucifix around her neck.
"You must be vampire hunter-boy's inside handler," Ben told her.
"You're awfully smug for a man in your position," Kate observed. She turned her head. "He's all yours, gentlemen," the nun said to two large and burly men who seemed to appear out of nowhere behind her.
Kate moved aside and both men stepped forward. They wore identical brown cassocks with a rope tied at their waists.
Ben eyed the two Franciscan priests. "What is this? The Inquisition?"
"We're more thorough," Kate replied.
Her serious tone made the vampire shudder inside, but he purposely showed no outward emotion.
"Father Cole and Father Jackson will take it from here," Kate informed both Ben and Drew.
The two strong men each took one of the vampire's arms and dragged him down the institutional-like hallway.
Despite his conscious resolve to stay strong, the vampire looked back over his shoulder at the young man who got him into this mess. Ben knew he would never see Drew again, but against all reason, he wished he would.
There was something about Drew. It went beyond the obvious s****l attraction he felt towards the handsome man.
In the brief time they'd spent together in the club, the vampire had dared to hope that after nearly a hundred years of being alone, he'd found someone that he could actually care about for more than a night of fun and feeding in the coffin.
Ben wanted to say something. He realized he had only a fraction of a second as the priests started to take him down a side corridor. He summoned all the strength he had left and shouted over his shoulder. "They're going to kill me, you know."
Drew watched the vampire and the two priests disappear around a corner. He heard a door open and then slam shut. Dead silence filled the air. Drew heard and felt his own heart beating.
Kate led Drew towards the Debriefing Room. "This is just a procedural formality. You just have to tell Brother Paul what happened tonight so he can document it. Then you can go home and get some much deserved rest after your excellent performance on your first field assignment."
Drew smiled weakly. He'd been so proud of himself earlier, but now he wasn't so sure. Drew put his arm on the nun's habit as she reached for the doorknob of the Debriefing Room. "Wait. Is it true?"
"Is what true, honey?" Kate asked.
"That they're going to kill the vampire. Kill Ben."
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