Arousal

Cyth & Kellam

“Cyth,” my sigbin familiar calls out my name in my head.

“What is it, Ka’dlok?” I answer through telepathy, briefly looking down beside me.

We are currently in a Florida hotel, tracking down a couple of vampires. My familiar that is basically a character of a horror legend in the Philippines takes a golden cat form at the moment, walking beside me in the hallway toward a suite. I name him as so from the contracted Cebuano word “Kahadlok” that literally means “scary.” It is because a sigbin is known as a really scary pet of a witch in that country. Locals also say that a sigbin is a witch’s slave. It does everything its mistress asks it to do. Good or bad.

Ka’dlok has just happened to have no mistress anymore when she got murdered by a vampire that she thought her lover. When I’ve killed that killer vampire, the sigbin just follows me wherever I go. He says that he’s going to serve me as his new mistress. But I say he’s better be a familiar. It sounds better than a slave. He agrees as it sounds cooler.

So, here we are. We’ve been bounty hunting rogue and killer vampires that go on a killing spree for over a decade now. They’re our very sick version of Bonnie and Clyde.

“Are we sure they’re the ones in that room?” he asks.

“You’re a sigbin. Why don’t you use your heightened senses?” I suggest.

I am half-vampire and half-human. So, I am half in all areas. I have half the strength of a vampire, half sense sensitivity and well, half fangs. I call them half ‘cause they’re small and cute unlike the full-blown size of a pure-blooded vampire.

He sniffs the air. “I’m not sure if it’s them, though. I am not a trained canine.”

“Feline, Ka’dlok. Considering…” I say to him, looking at his cat form.

“Oh, right!” The cat grins at me.

I sigh and roll my green eyes. But he’s got a point. We only have a picture of the two rogue vampires. We have no smell or odor to follow. Right now, it’s just our instincts.

A few seconds later, I stop. We both take each side of the door. I slowly take out my gun from my holster. It has with silver bullets.

“Now!” I say telepathically, kicking the door.

At the same time, Ka’dlok spins around and he’s in his original sigbin form. He looks like a combination of a goat face with no horns and big front teeth like a rabbit. His body is as big as a goat but leaps like a rabbit. And its normal resting stance is its head is down while its butt is in the air. Yup. Ka’dlok always bends over this way when he’s standing normally. But don’t underestimate his form. His original form is when he’s the strongest and he runs the fastest.

The sweet couple of rogue vampires are in the act of having s*x. That’s why they are caught off guard when we get in. I shoot them both in the head, which temporarily puts them down. I seldom kill rogues. I do it when it’s only necessary like my life is in danger.

I look at Ka’dlok. He quickly wraps them up in a bed sheet while they are out and he drags them with one of his hind hooves that are actually right in front of him as he walks.

I pay the receptionist that has given me the information before we go out of the hotel in the middle of the night. My familiar puts the two vampires inside the trunk. We’re going to bring them to the Vampire Bounty Office (VBO) to get our reward and ask for another task. In my almost a century of years living on this planet, I’ve been working for the VBO half my life.

Ka’dlok turns into his feline form again and curls into a ball on the passenger seat. I drive off the parking lot and toward the highway. I stop after half an hour. I check the trunk and the vampires are coming to. But I shoot them again in the head, close the trunk and continue to drive.

After an hour, we arrive at the VBO. My familiar in his original form once again is dragging our tickets to a hundred grand. I suddenly stop when I feel like the electricity is charging in the air and I smell that familiar scent. My heart skips a beat before it races. It’s always like this whenever I sniff his unique scent.

“Welcome back, Cyth!” Belladonna’s sweet voice can be heard as she briskly walks toward me, to meet me. She’s the head of the VBO. But don’t underestimate her because she is a thousand-year old vampire b***h. She’s strong and powerful and beautiful like an Egyptian princess. Right now, she’s wearing a beautiful cocktail red dress it’s too short she looks like a hooker.

“I want cash, Bella,” I say to her, trying to ignore that familiar scent that lurks around the VBO office building.

“Of course! Come with me then,” she invites me with a gesture of her head and hand.

I shake my head. “My familiar will get the money and the new task for me. Will you, Ka’dlok?” I turn to my sigbin familiar.

“Of course, Cyth,” he replies in my head since he doesn’t really communicate through his mouth.

I nod at him. When the two are gone behind a private office together with the rogue vampires, I turn slowly. From the dark and concealed position, he slowly emerges to show himself.

It’s Kellam. I hold my breath for a moment as our eyes hold each other.

“What are you doing here, Kellam?” I ask, raising my chin. He’s only a meter away from me now.

He is tall as ever, good looking as ever, smells so nice as ever, grim and mysterious as ever and with long, dark hair as ever. In the last ten years that I’ve last saw him, all memories just come rushing back like it’s been just yesterday.

Yup. He’s my ex-boyfriend who’s in his twenty-eight years forever. However, he’s an old and powerful vampire of six hundred years more. We’ve been together for a decade before we split up. I have thought that I’ve already gotten over him but no. I still feel the same, I realize it now. Sadly, he doesn’t feel the way I do. He hates me.

Kellam’s eyes rove up and down my body. I am wearing a pair of tight but comfortable black leather pants, white tank top and black leather jacket that’s open in the front, paired with black combat boots.

“You look… the same,” he says with that deep voice of his.

I’m not sure if it’s a compliment or it’s a disgusted comment. He doesn’t really show it. He knows how to hide what he really feels whenever it’s convenient for him to do.

I cross my arms and give him a once over. “You, too.”

I take note of his black leather pants, boots and navy blue shirt that is topped with a trench coat. He looks sexy in those. He always does.

“You haven’t answered my question, Kellam,” I prod.

“I have a party to go to in a couple of days and I was thinking of bringing you there as my… plus one.”

I snort. He must be crazy. I don’t think this is just a coincidence. He knows that I don’t live around this area. But it is apparent that he happens to know I am around the area, working on a task for the VBO. But I don’t see why he specifically asks me to accompany him to this “party.”

“Why do you think I’d come with you, huh?” I give him a cold look.

“Because it’s Damir,” he simply answers.

I suddenly swallow and blink. I waver for a moment. Damir is the very vampire who has put a wedge between me and Kellam all these years.

“No, Kellam,” I refuse, looking down the floor like there’s something more interesting crawling there than the subject we’re discussing right now. I even shake my head to stress my refusal.

“You don’t care, do you?” he accuses me.

I grit my teeth and look at him in the eye. “Not anymore. We’re over anyway!” I start to turn away when he catches a hold of my wrist. I just look at it, letting him know that I want him to release it. But he doesn’t let go.

“It’s time to ask him personally, don’t you think? We finally get our chance, Cyth. You can—”

“What? You can clear your conscience at last for not believing me what I told you ten years ago? Why now? Why only now, Kellam? It’s a long time even for us vampires. Do you know how hurt I was?”

“Then let’s go and let me ask Damir the truth. I’m sure we can do that this time. I know where his guards are, how many they are and what’s his weakness. I already have a plan.”

I don’t know what to say. I can’t simply agree to his plan. I’ve told him over and over ten years ago that it wasn’t me who killed his beloved sister Kandis. But yes, I was there when it happened. But he’s simply just refused to believe me. He doesn’t trust me knowing what I am and he hates me after that. He’s then gone on his own way and hasn’t seen me for a decade. He hasn’t even tried to text or call me on the cell phone. Or even email me, which could be more impersonal. No, he hasn’t done any of that despite of the current technology.

“Please, give me a chance to make it up to you, Cyth. I’ve been a jerk.”

“More than a total jerk,” I supply. “You know?” I add bitterly.

He scoffs. “Yes. I realize that now. I’ve been trying to get all the information I could in the last ten years. Damir is off the grid. You know that. But he’s going to have a party in a couple of days. His daughter’s wedding. I’ve got us an invitation through one of his trusted people. I work my ass off to befriend that guy. Besides, you can make this your next task. Damir has a bounty on his head but no one can touch him. You know why.”

He’s right. Damir is a very powerful vampire. Amateur tricks and whatnots will not do. That’s why even though he is wanted by the VBO for killing a lot of people and other vampires whether or not they’re bounty hunters like me or not, he is still untouchable.

“I’ve already spoken with Belladonna about this,” he adds.

I gasp. “What?”

“Cyth! Cyth!” I hear Ka’dlok screaming my name in my head as he goes out of the private office of Belladonna. He waves a little paper in the air with one hoof while the other hoof is dragging a bag where the money is.

I turn to look at him and ask him telepathically. “What?”

“Damir. He’s our next task.”

I sharply look at Kellam. He sets me up! He knows that my familiar will not say “No” to Belladonna without my instruction if given a task. Why haven’t I thought about this in advance? Oh, yeah. It’s because of this jerk. I’ve been distracted and it hasn’t even occurred to me that he has already talked to Belladonna. The jerk can be persuasive.

So, do I have a choice?

“Cunning bastard!” I curse under my breath. I take back my hand from his grip.

His facial expression is still grim. There’s no change.

Ka’dlok looks up at Kellam. The two know each other for merely a couple of months before our split up.

“You’re back, Kellam,” I hear him speak to my ex telepathically. I hear his communication with others whenever he’s close. A meter at most. It’s inexplicable. But if it’s just between us, mistress and familiar, the distance doesn’t matter. Maybe because we have that connection.

Kellam nods at my familiar. “We’ll be busy tomorrow, Ka’dlok. You’re coming with us to a party.”

My familiar’s scary black eyes seem to sparkle with excitement. He loves parties. It means that he can do mischievous things and he loves mischief.

I sigh. “Let’s go, Ka’dlok.” I turn to Kellam with a dagger look. “Ask Belladonna where I temporarily stay. We’ll talk tomorrow at ten in the morning and plan our moves carefully. And, don’t you dare boss me around!”

Damn it! Why have I stressed it to his face? It just reminds the both of us that he’s my boss whenever intimacy is concerned.

In turn, his eyes get fiery with desire as he looks at me. I try my hardest to ignore those beautiful blue eyes.

My familiar takes his favorite cat form at the moment. I cradle him in my arms as Kellam and I walk to enter the mansion where Damir holds the reception of his daughter’s wedding. We’ve just got off from our helicopter that landed on the helipad at the lawn.

The mansion is on an isolated island in Scotland. There are only two ways to get on or off the island – boat or helicopter. We use an unknown helicopter, courtesy of the VBO, of course, because it’s an official business. Although everyone knows VBO owns different types of vehicles be it on air, sea or land, only those who closely work for Belladonna can freely use any of these.

Kellam shows the invitation. Four vampires are inspecting each guest before they let anyone in. They ban silver things. But they don’t know where they are in our possession.

The bald vampire looks at me and Kellam and my cat.

“My human, Poinsettia, and her pet cat. She can’t just leave him alone even though I told her so. Do you mind?”

The guard looks at me and my cat once again. Yes, I can pass as human because of my lineage – my late mother was a human and my late father was a vampire. Vampires cannot easily distinguish a half-vampire unless we show our cute fangs and red eyes when we turn. But we can always tell when a person is a vampire or plainly human.

“Fine,” the vampire says, signaling us to get inside.

The music is louder here inside. The party has already started. A lot of vampires look our way, especially mine. I know that there are only a few humans that are present here but I know that there are a lot that will appear later to be offered at the buffet tables. Hopefully, I will not see it happen as our plan is to get Damir out of sight and get him busy while all the others are busy eating people.

“What the hell?” I exclaim to Kellam when he has explained to me the other morning on how we can separate Damir from his bodyguards and his other loyal men.

“That’s the only way. So, be your most seductive self at the party,” Kellam suggests.

I slightly shake my head when I recall the plan. I have to seduce Damir using all the power I have – being a half-human. Yes, I’ll be so practically delectable and seductive tonight all right. I wear the most disgustingly hooker-type dress Belladonna can find for me and wear makeup and perfume and she’s done my brown hair herself in sexy curls. But I act like a damn queen. Surely, this will get Damir’s attention. That is, if no other vampire is going to look for trouble.

Kellam and I dance and flirt with each other. But to me, it just comes out naturally. I’ve always flirted with Kellam before and during the time we got steady. It seems that the past is brought in the present time. Although I have no idea what’s going to happen between us after this mission, I can only guess.

“I’ve spotted Damir,” Ka’dlok reports to me telepathically. I let him run around and nobody is really paying attention to my pet.

“Where?”

“He’s coming. I think he’s going to announce that the banquet, you know, the eating proper will commence in a few minutes. So, do your best to immediately get his attention.”

I gulp some air. Kellam’s eyes are now alert. He knows what that means.

I look up and there I see Damir, peering down at his guests with devilish smile. We’ve heard that his daughter and her groom have already gone for their honeymoon. In fact, I’ve just caught them leaving a few minutes after Kellam and I entered the mansion.

Just as we’ve planned, Kellam and I dance and take the entire floor. Rumba music happens to play in the background. I notice Damir follows us with his eyes. I catch a hold of them and I smile at him seductively. He can’t take his eyes off of me then as he takes each step of the stairs down. With his vampire speed, he comes closer to us now, tapping Kellam’s shoulder, and we stop dancing. Other guests look on while the others simply continue to dance or talk.

“May I?” Damir asks politely, playing like a perfect host.

“Of course. Only in one condition. You show us a room after this dance.”

Damir laughs. “Oh, I see what you mean.”

Yes, it is suggestive enough that Kellam and I want a room for ourselves. But knowing Damir’s weakness, he always makes himself the third party whenever there’s a couple in his mansion.

So I dance with a forty-something-looking vampire who’s actually more than five hundred years old. After our dance, he signals to his people to get the humans he keeps in the dungeon and announces to the guests that their buffet is ready. The women are all naked and laid down the tables. Then, Damir turns to me and Kellam.

“Come,” he invites us. He snatches me off from my feet to carry me in his arms while Kellam follows us closely in a vampire speed as well. He sets me down the foster bed when we’ve entered the huge luxurious bedchamber.

Without even talking to Kellam, Damir tears my dress apart and throws it down the floor. Since I don’t wear any undergarment, I am already bare-naked in front of them. The two of them strip their clothes and Damir has somehow had ropes wrapped and lying ready around each bed post to bind me in vampire speed.

My hands are tied apart and so are my legs. I look at the two vampires who have their eyes feast on my naked and vulnerable body. Then, without ceremony, Damir feeds through my thigh and Kellam feeds through my jugular. I moan in delight, making me horny in an instant. Their vampire toxin is injected in my veins like it’s some kind of an aphrodisiac to humans.

My body arches and writhes. Damir bites my other thigh with his fangs and drinks my blood while his hand finds my cunt. On the other hand, Kellam stops feeding himself on me and kisses my lips while his hands knead and caress my breasts.

Damir stops feeding on me as well a few moments later. He plays with my cunt. I try not to shiver in disgust… or delight. His smile is so evil when I glance at him. However, my body is under the vampire toxin that his touch sends me pleasure.

Kellam shifts his position by subtly kissing my body down to my cunt where Damir is playing. My ex licks my cunt and clit. It is like a silent provocation for Damir that Kellam wants that area of my body. Surprisingly, the rogue transfers his attention to the upper part of my body. He sinks his fangs in my arm and drinks some more blood.

Kellam works on my cunt like a mad man sending me to climax again and again. With this, Damir holds my chin sideways for better access and shoves his d**k into my mouth. I curse in my mind, calling out to my familiar.

“I’m busy. Kellam’s men just arrived and the banquet hall is bloodier than when these vampires eat peacefully,” Ka’dlok tells me telepathically.

Okay. So Damir can still enjoy my damn mouth a little longer.

“Oohhmm…” I cry when Kellam enters his d**k into my cunt, while he caresses my silky thighs up and down.

The two vampires plunge their d***s into my holes almost in unison. I look at Kellam who’s enjoying my cunt. But I remind him what’s the job that we’re about to do before Damir has his happy ending in my mouth. It’s the time when he’s vulnerable the most.

Kellam grunts as his load is dumped inside my cunt. His hands knead my hips.

“Ka’dlok? Where in the hell are you?” I demand.

“Okay, I’m coming up there. I’m following your scent,” he informs me.

Eww! I slightly make a face. I wonder which scent of mine he’s following. My perfume or my natural scent or my horny scent.

“Damn it! He’s almost cumming!” I tell my familiar.

The door bursts open. With this, Damir is shocked to see my familiar in his sigbin form. Then he looks at me. My hand is already free from the rope that I just break easily like it’s nothing and I reach for a couple of my silver hairpins buried in my hair. I stab him with these near his heart, which effectively weakens him. Kellam also stabs him in the temple by the use of the bendable silver knife that is housed by his stylish wristband.

Because of Damir’s age, he isn’t even knocked out. He’s still conscious but weak. He weakly laughs at me and Kellam.

“So, this was your plan all along, huh?” he wants to affirm.

Both Kellam and I don’t answer him. Instead, still naked, I kick him in the face, sending him on to the floor. Kellam quickly dresses himself with his own three-piece suit and me with a robe that Ka’dlok gives him.

I walk and raise one of my high heeled shoes made of silver and bury it in his throat. “Remember Kandis ten years ago?”

“What?” He manages to look confused in his state.

“It’s a who, you i***t!” I say with gritted teeth. “You murdered her in front of her friends and me!”

“I don’t remember names. But, yes. I remember Louisiana.”

The damn rogue! He remembers places but not names of the ones he killed! I seethe. So does Kellam who walks to and fro in the room like a caged animal. I know that he’s dying to kill this rogue vampire. I can’t really blame him.

I recall that Kandis herself was a rogue vampire. I’ve intended to bring her in but she was somehow involved with Damir and I’ve instead witnessed her death in his hands.

“I just took what I needed to take at the time. Her life. She killed two of my favorite humans!”

I glance at Kellam. He suddenly stops in his tracks. He looks down at Damir who’s lying helplessly on the floor.

“You’re lying! You’re just making it up so that you could have an excuse for killing her!” Kellam angrily says.

Damir softly and weakly chuckles, looking back at him. He slowly shakes his head. In his steely eyes, I can somehow see that he’s speaking the truth.

At the time, even though I’ve thought of saving Kandis, there was just no way I could’ve done it because of his bodyguards all over the place. And even though my familiar has been with me at the time, he couldn’t have taken all of them in just a matter of seconds without my help. But I’ve been warned not to get closer as Kandis gave me that look before her head was severed from her body and she turned into silvery ashes.

After that, before Damir or any of his people can find us where we hide and see my face, Ka’dlok carries me to safety. That’s how I was able to escape Damir – with my familiar’s presence of mind.

I’ve told Kellam about this story but he just won’t believe me then. He’s convinced himself that it’s been me, that it’s what I do. He’s hated me ever since… until now.

I touch Kellam’s arm and he looks at me. His eyes are full of hatred. Before I know what he’s going to do next, he takes out the knife from Damir’s temple and he stabs the rogue right in the heart.

I gasp, frozen.

“Well, at least I can bring Damir’s ring as evidence that we got him and still claim our money,” Ka’dlok says in my mind.

After my familiar has taken what is needed, and we’re all out of the mansion, Kellam sets it on fire.

The end