In Thrall with a Vamp

Chapter 6

As Amelia drifted off to sleep inside his tender embrace, his hands softly traced patterns on her skin. As his fingertips softly brushed he could feel the anger inside of him building. He didn’t wish to wake her, but in the darkness of the night around them, his fingertips told him a story that he didn’t want to know.

Finally, hearing her soft and regular breathing fill the room, he couldn’t stand it any longer and pushed himself away. Shoving upright, he moved through the darkness of his bedroom, picking up a pair of shorts as he go before moving to the kitchen. Pouring himself a strong drink which he swallowed in one gulp, before pouring a second and walking out onto his balcony. Hoping the cool air would calm him. Closing his eyes, he allowed his senses to take in the sounds of the night around him. Before he knew it, he was moving and becoming a part of the night.

The sound of a glass being put on a table could be heard, but his body was calling for more than just a strong alcoholic drink. He needed more if he were to keep his darker nature in check around Amelia for the next few days. He only needed to feed once a week or every second week, but the shocking discovery he had made tonight as he held her frail body tightly in his arms, had driven him to extremes, and he needed the calming taste of blood.

Moving along the wall, his fingertips found holds where none other would find it to the darkened corner where he always makes certain to keep the light out of order before dropping to the ground. He landed lightly on his feet, even with the four-floor drop.

Waiting only a moment to ensure no one else was around. When his senses picked up nothing new he started moving in the darkness so that none would see him. Blending with the shadows Ethan let his ears guide him. His abnormal hearing had already informed him of someone calling for help in a dark alley in a less cared for area of the town.

Moving fast and sure, he knew that no human eyes would be able to detect him. In a matter of moments he was at the entrance to the alley. The unwelcome male had trapped another woman in the alley, and she had already been beaten from the smell of fresh blood. From the smell of the male he already knew what he was planning to do.

The girl was crying hysterically, and it was clear from the clothing she wore that she was a prostitute. Not that he had anything against prostitutes, they filled a need for both him and others like him when they needed it, but the blood was rarely clean. But from the looks and smell of it, he’d rather have hers than the alcohol-besotted man with her.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you friend. Rather let the lady go.”

The drunkard turned clumsily, and with Ethan’s enhanced vision it seemed almost like slow motion before he sputtered. “What’s it to you?! Find your own girl for the night, there’s enough around for all of us.”

Leaning against the wall, a move that Marcus could have told the drunk was a warning of what is to come, Ethan replied. “I said to let her go.”

“Look dude, I’m not the type to share, so get a move on! I paid the w***e so she’s mine!” Making a grab for the girl while talking, while she let out a whimper of fear.

In a movement to fast to follow, Ethan leaped into the air, landing between the girl and the drunkard, causing the drunk to curse loudly while the girl uttered a terrified scream. Damn, not the best move Ethan. Well, she’ll calm down in a moment.

“What the f**k?! Do you think you’re some sort of superhero or something?!” The drunk was clearly sobering up fast with the unexpectedness of Ethan’s movements. Making a swing at Ethan who was now close enough for that, he hoped to land a hit on something vital.

Without answering the question, Ethan moved. Leaping onto the man’s shoulders, he’s weight bore him down with a cry of anguish. With a fluent movement he grabbed the man’s head and twisted. The sounds of snapping bone was loud in the suddenly silent alley. Even the w***e had stopped screaming at seeing the unveiled demon in front of her.

Turning to her, Ethan knew he would be a sight. His vampiric teeth had elongated and was now well past his lower lip while his usually blue eyes had turned a sharp and unnatural violet color. The ones scared girl was now plain terrified as she tried to crawl up the wall to get out of reach. Pleading and tears streaming down her face as she locked eyes with him.

“Please, please don’t hurt me. Please don’t kill me! I’m just a w***e, no one will believe me if I tell them. Please, I’ve got children at home.”

Knowing it would be better to end her suffering quickly, Ethan moved fast. Grabbing her and pulling her back against him, exposing her neck in the same movement before sinking his teeth into her neck. Her sounds of anguish and struggle quickly turned to the moans of pleasure when the pheromones in his teeth entered her system while he drank from her.

What she had said was true in the sense that no one would listen to a w***e raving about a vampire or monster in the dark. This was one of the reasons he had not used this “gift” with Amelia. While his teeth held venom that could turn a human into one such as he, if he so chooses his teeth could also give pleasure while he drank to fill his thirst.

He drank quickly, his system already working to clear the blood he was taking in from the narcotics in them. Releasing some of his power into her system he hoped that by morning, when she awoke the narcotics would have cleared without her needing to go through the long withdrawal needed for most humans. Maybe, when her system no longer depended on it, she would be able to get a better live for her children and herself.

When he had taken enough to sate his thirst, he slowly lowered her body to the ground. The earth-shattering orgasm his bite had given her, combined with the sudden clearing of drugs from her blood had caused her to fall unconscious. She will sleep till the next afternoon most probably, and hopefully, remember few or nothing about this night.

Quickly searching the bag that he could see in the corner, Ethan scopes up the phone inside it before dialing a number he would never dial from his own. A moment later a voice answered on the second ring.

“Is the line secure?”

“It’s a prostitute’s phone.”

“Very well. What do you need?”

“I have found her Father!”

“You are certain it is her?”

“Yes. We... we spent time together.”

“Her father?”

Wincing slightly, he thought back on the findings when he had held Amelia in his arms. “We haven’t spoken about him yet. It’s a bit complicated.”

“Then make haste. The council will only be kept pacified and quiet for so long.”

“Yes Father. Of course!”

“And Ethan?”

“Yes Father?”

“You have done well, my son.”

At the last words, the line disconnected.