Their Unforeseen Love

Chapter 3: Derrick

“So when will we meet again, Love?” Holly asked me.

Or was it Hailey? Helen? Well whoever the hell this female was, she was hanging off my back as I sat up in my bed, and as I was trying to pull a T-shirt on, very annoying.

“Uh...not sure, honey. I am going to be traveling soon on a mission for the Elder Council. Not sure how long I will be absent.” I said to the female, using the term of endearment because for the life of me I couldn’t place her name. 

That damn new fairy wine at the tavern was strong and satisfying. I will for sure be getting a few bottles of that to bring home. What was it called again, Supernova?? Damn, I am really bad with names this morning. 

I gave her a peck on the cheek and stood up to pull my boxers on.

“Sounds important. What is the Elder Council tasking you with? Is it dangerous?” the blond, H-named female asks me as she stretches out on my king size bed.

Right. Like I am going to tell her.  

The Elder Council are the ones who set the rules for our vampire species. They are the judge and jury for all of us. Without them, we would have anarchy. Although as a Member of the Elite Guard we also help keep order. 

“Nothing to worry yourself about. I am going to take a shower.” I say to her.

I need to get her glittery perfume off of me. 

“Mmmm...a shower sounds wonderful. I think I will join you,” she says sitting up.

“No,” I say a little more forceful than I intended too. “Um...I like showering alone. Why don’t you grab something out of the fridge on your way out.”

I don’t even turn to look at her, I just walk to the only bathroom in my apartment.  I hate seeing their sad faces when I tell them to leave. I hate the guilt I feel because of that sadness. 

Through past experiences, I have learned that it is better to be cold right off the bat. Not to make any promises of a relationship or future expectations of such. Females are what we need as male vampires to keep us strong. That is the only reason I sleep with them. I feel like I need to give them something back in return. Although to be honest it is getting harder and harder to do. 

Ever since a few months ago when I saw a certain male fairy. I don’t even know his name but I can’t seem to get his face out of my head. I don’t know why.

And to be even more brutally honest, he is the face I picture in my head when I need to get hard for the females. Before I was able to do it with a witches salve that I would say was “heat-intensifying oil” for the pleasure of the females. When in reality its the magical world version of the little blue pill that human males need to get it up.

My feelings aren’t natural. Ever since I was young I knew I was different. Ever since I can remember, I have never seen a female that has caused me desire or appealed to me sexually. It has always been about biological needs. 

As vampires, we can survive on regular food but to keep our vampire gifts strong, we must drink the blood of a female. The drinking process in itself is very personal and could easily lead to s****l desire. At least that is what I have been told by the males in my family. It has never been like that for me. 

Every vampire is born with a magical gift that is handed down from prior generations. My gift is the gift of ‘stunning’. Meaning I can touch someone and control their body’s internal functions, like consciousness, nervous system, blood flow, everything. When it comes to one on one combat I can definitely kick-ass but in battle, it’s not very good to rely on, so that is why I am part of the Elite Guard because I have trained for hand to hand combat, with and without my gift. 

When I was younger, I could ignore my gift and eat only food.  Until my parents caught on and forced me to drink blood from female donors. Now, as a member of the Guard, it is a necessity. I have no choice but to drink from females. Some are sweet and innocent and shy. Others are more intuned with their s****l needs and have certain expectations that I feel obligated to comply with.

As I am in the shower and I feel the warmth of the water cascading over my body I picture him again. 

Fuck!

He is like my own personal wet dream. 

With his face smiling at me in my head I let my hand roam across my chest and down to where my erection is still standing at attention. I fist my hand around its thick base and start pumping my hand slowly at first. Up and down, under the water and with him in my head, I imagine he is the one handling me. 

As the image in my head becomes clearer and clearer, my hand starts pumping faster and faster until I am growling as the spurts of my seed go all over the shower wall. My release is so strong that I have to put my hand out to the shower wall for support.  

I am disgusted with myself and my negative thoughts chase the feelings of euphoria that I feel after a release. I quickly finish cleaning myself up and turn the water off. I pull the towel from the rod and cover myself. 

I go the fogged up mirror and wipe it off. Looking at myself, I just don’t get it.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Why can’t I be a normal vampire male? With normal vampire male urges. 

I wish I was what others thought of me. A playboy that loves getting laid by pretty females. A male who can give them pleasure and have them screaming in seconds. But it’s all a farce. A facade I have to hold up. They must never know what I am? They must never know what secrets I hold within.

Shaking my head,, to clear my thoughts I start brushing my teeth. I need to get ready for the meeting today with the Elite Council. They will be giving me my new task. I was hoping to have time to go by the cells to visit Jasper but the blond was wanting more and more. I roll my eyes at the memory of her. I hope she is gone.

I quietly make my way out of the bathroom and listen.  There are no sounds throughout the apartment. I poke my head in the bathroom and thank the Blood Goddess she is gone. 

I see a note on my pillow:

Next time you need to feed, hit me up. I would love to be of service again. You know where to find me, Sugar.

Love, Hermia.

I laugh out loud as I wadd up the paper and throw it in the wastebasket. I knew her name started with an H.