Manic Monday-Love Bites Episode 5

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Love Bites- Episode Five

Merah

            I get tired of sitting in the little cubicle in the emergency room, wishing they would turn out the freaking lights. I find myself pacing around looking for the light switch, and then I realize there is only a small fluorescent light on and it’s in the next cubicle. I guess Nicolai even planted turning my lights out into the medic’s head. Maybe he really wants to help me, but I need time to grasp this. It looks like I’ll have nothing but time, so why hurry?

            Perhaps I have made a grave mistake not taking him up on his offer to stay with him and learn the new ways of this life that I have been forced into. I have no clue where to go or what to do. He made it clear I couldn’t live with Reggie and Aaron until I learned self-control, or the first time I get hungry I would be feasting on gay roommates instead of murderous vagrants. But no, I have to be stubborn or stupid, and insist on finding my own way.

          Now here I am in a hospital, waiting to be released, without a clue as to where to go or what to do next. At least Nicolai claims I shouldn’t need to feed until tomorrow night. Wow, I have a whole twenty two hours to find another way to feed before I go hunting vagrants. Awesome!  At least I don’t have to try to find a coffin to sleep in and I won’t burn in the sunlight when the sun rises. If I can trust what Nicolai tells me.

         I assume Nicolai either forgot to tell the medics to hurry and get me out, or he thinks he is being funny making me sit and think about my decision.

        I sure shocked the crap out of him when I told him I’d take door number two. The surprise that replaced his look of confidence was priceless. Yeah, yeah, the decision to not go home with Mr. Perfect to his fancy penthouse, not to let him brainwash people to allow me suck their blood painlessly, and having the sexiest man in Manhattan offering to cater to all my needs was really smart. Way to go girl!

         I suppose in that moment; the dark dank streets and ripping out strangers throats, nasty ,stinky, serial killers at that, draining them of all their blood, appealed to me more than  life with the super-rich super-sexy man that made me a monster. I am famous for making hasty and usually the wrong decisions.

        As I pace around the small room like a caged animal, I can feel him close by. I can tell he isn’t in the building, yet. I can sense him lurking in the shadows. Odd I can’t feel anyone else but him.  I had started to ask him if feeling him was normal, but remembered him complaining about not being able to get into my head. He didn’t know that I had left the penthouse. Yet he found me swiftly. How? Has he been lying to me all along?  

        No. I could see he was confused when he tried to use his mind to calm me down, but it didn’t seem to work. If he isn’t aware of my ability to feel him, I may be able to use this to my advantage. I will keep this tidbit to myself for now.

       I could see it in his eyes that he was glad he couldn’t get into my thoughts.. Maybe he wants me to be his equal, his partner and not his slave. After all, he did say he missed having a companion. Don’t kid yourself girl, that’s what you want to believe. He barely knows you. Why would he choose you for a mate? No. He said companion. What makes me so special?

          I jump and throw my hands over my eyes, startled, when a handsome young man came in flipping the light switch on. He isn't very tall, maybe five eight or nine. His hair is short almost a modern military cut. He has the most amazing brown eyes.

        “Hi I am Glenn. From the lab.  I am just here to get some blood for a few tests.” He extends his hand in a friendly gesture, as he looks at me shaking his head. “Wow, you look really bad.  I can’t believe they aren’t keeping you for observation. You look like the living dead." If only he knew.  "Would you like me to bring the Doctor back in?”

       “NO!” I said in panic. Crap, Nicolai said there would be no questions and no blood tests. Was this man not here when Nicolai brainwashed everyone?

       ”Glenn, did you just come on shift?” I tried to sound flirty, but sounded nosier than anything. He watches me warily as I continue my pacing nervously around the room. 

       “Nope. Been here since three this afternoon, actually.  I finally get to go home in an hour or so.” He smiles sweetly taking my arm. He looks shocked, as he notices the dried blood all over my clothes. I jerk my arm back and hisses. He backs away slowly, setting the tray for the blood samples on the small table.

        All of a sudden I could sense his fear. His breathing sped up as did his heart-rate. I could feel, no, smell, his blood coursing through his veins. Low growls escapes my throat, my nostrils seems to flare and my teeth, fangs, begin to burn again, like they had earlier. Did Nicolai have fangs when we met for lunch the afternoon I followed him. Am I able to conceal them? Oddly he didn’t run out the door.  

       Glenn walks over to the light switch, flips it off and shuts the door. He turns back to me but stays close to the door. I could still feel the panic in him as he tries hard to hide it, like you would faced with a dangerous animal. “How long have you been….” his voice trails as he tries to search for the word. “Dead.” he said after a few seconds of careful thought.

       “I may look like I have been through Hell and back, since I was kidnapped by a serial killer," And killed by a drunken bum and turned to a vampire by a crazed….. Vampire.  If he’d been through what I have last four days he wouldn’t look so darn hot either. "But I assure you I am not dead." I tried to sound convincing, but the look of sheer terror on his face tells me I am not a very good actress.

       “You watch too much TV.  I am the same me I have always been, except for a little exhausted.” I smile as I sit back on the edge of the bed.

       He walks around me to the window, looks out gazing into the darkness, and then closes the blinds turning back to me.

       “Are you alone?” He looks hard at the door like maybe he should just leave.

         I nod

      “From the looks of you, I would venture to guess you’re a newling. My question is; where is your maker?  Makers never let newlings out of their sight for years. Sometimes takes 10 to 20 years for a newling to adjust. A vampire usually doesn’t turn a human and let them go.” He glances furtively back at the window as if any minute someone or something was going to jump in and eat him.

       “Okay. So what makes you such an expert?  Are you some sort of paranormal creature, or do you just read too much science fiction?”

         If Vampires are real, then I am sure other things such as werewolves and witches probably are too. And if supernatural creatures do exist, then Hunters probably do, too. It looks like I have a lot to learn If I plan on surviving.

         I sure don’t want to have to crawl back to Nicolai on my knees, but it’s beginning to look as if I have no choice. I need to learn how to feed. I need to know if it’s possible to drink blood without killing, and how to make it less painful for the victim. I have no clue how often I have to feed or what will happen f I don’t.

        “No. I am human. I had a relative who was a vampire. I know this sounds crazy but I may be able to help you some. But first I need to know more about you. I have to be able to trust you. Believe me, I know from experience trusting a vampire is not an easy feat.” He said the last part with a hint of remorse. He said 'had'. Vampires don’t die of old age. Did he have to dispose of the so called relative?          

         “And I’m supposed to trust you, why?  Just because you said you had a relative that was a vampire? How do I know you aren’t a hunter and planning on staking me?” I try to look menacing, rising from the bed walking slowly toward him.

         He gasps as he backs into the wall looking like a cornered animal. I stop leaving very little personal space.

       “First of all, staking would only stop you for a while. You would more than likely recover. Then you would be all pissed off.” He sidesteps and reaches for the door handle.  “I’m smart enough to know not to piss off a vampire. That would be like sticking a bloody hand in a shark tank. So if you know hunters exist you have must also know who turned you. How else would you know about the hunters?”

          “No. I do not know who turned me. I am just guessing about the hunter thing. I think it is suffice to say if vampires and other creatures exist so would hunters.” I lied. It just didn’t seem  smart to rat Nicolai out. Not yet anyway. I may be needing some answers from him still.

         “Were you a Vampire before you came up missing?” He looks thoughtful.

         “No.” I say as I start pacing the room. I really just want to get out of this small room. I am exhausted. In the movies Vampires never got tired, or ate food I thought as my stomach growled.

         “So, it had to happen the night you came up missing.” He tapped his forefinger on his lip.

         He sure has some really kissable lips.

         “Oh. Yes, or sometime after that.”  I responded  as I snapped out of my reverie. Why am I thinking about kissing a stranger when I have much more important things to deal with? Like not eating my friends.

        “So that puts you about three to four days old. Right?” He snaps his fingers. “Focus, I need answers if you want me to help you, and time is running short.”

        “Yeah, I suppose so.” I am getting tired. I lay back down on the bed staring at the ceiling. If I don’t look at him I won’t think inappropriate thoughts. Like how nice it would be if he was in this small bed with me. Nope that didn’t work.

        “Well you can’t go back to where ever you were staying. Do you want to stay with me?  Until you get a grip on things, that is.”  He smiled shyly.

         “I don’t want to put you out, but yeah I do need a place to go and to find out everything I will need to know to survive. I will help with the rent and utilities.” I answer in defeat.

         “I can’t figure out why your maker just left you. Makers generally turn people for a reason and only rogues would turn someone and leave them. The only other option was that the vampire ran into foul play.” Then his face lit up like he had won bingo. “Unless you were somewhere else when you were turned and somehow managed to evade your captor. That would explain it, but also would mean you and whoever helps you are in grave danger.”

         “I don’t want to put you in any danger. Maybe I should just go now.” I never thought about  it but he is right. If Nicolai finds out this man knows my secret he will kill him.

         “Where would you go?” He asked.

         “I have a home. I have a roommate that is probably worried sick about me.”

         “I know what you are and how to help you adjust. Your roommate would be in grave danger from both you and your maker when it finds you."         

        “You mean if it finds me.” I sat back up.

         “No, when. It’s only a matter of time. You carry its blood, it can track you. It won’t leave you alive. That would be too much danger to it.” He walked over to the table and started fiddling with the glass tubes he had brought in for the blood tests.

         “Okay. I’ll go home with you. But I insist on paying my share. Will I be able to keep my job?” I asked, trying to figure if I had any other options.

          “Yes. You will need to take a little time off until we see how you adjust to feeding. You seem to have a good sense of control. You’re not trying to eat me, but that could be because you just fed.” He smiled a smile that would melt a glacier.

          “Is there any way I can get a phone? I need to call my roommate and my boss. I am sure I can get at least a week off. That is if they haven’t fired me already.” I added, realizing I had only been there a year and the no show policy is three days. I am going on about five.

           “I get off work in about an hour. You can borrow my cell and call your roommate. Have them pack you some clothes and bring them by here. It will look like your leaving with her. You don’t want to act like anything is different. Keeping your job will be a plus. Your resources and computer files will come in very handy. ”

         “Him. My roommate is a him.”

          Glen’s eyes get big. “Well that will be a hard one to explain. How do you plan on telling your boyfriend you’re moving out and in with a stranger?”

         “Oh. No. Reggie isn’t my boyfriend. You’re more his type than I am.” I chuckled. “ But don’t worry. He has a boyfriend. Actually, Aaron lives with us, too. ” Hmmm how will I convince Reggie I am moving in with a stranger. He knows me too well and knows  that isn’t something I would normally do. Damn. I am going to have to call Nicolai after all. He can fix Reggie to not question me.      

        “I will think of something. Let’s deal with one thing at a time. Now we get you to my place and hide you. Then I will make a few calls to round you up food.” He hands me his phone, takes the tray of tubes he brought in for the tests, and leaves.

         “Hey Reg.” I have to hold the phone away from my ear as Reggie screams.

         “Merah! Girlfriend! I have been worried out of my mind. I just saw on the news that you were rescued. Oh my goodness, you must be scared! Where are you?” I could tell by his voice he had been crying.

          “I am at the hospital.  No, I am being released. Can you pack me a suitcase?  I am going to stay with a friend for a few days at least. I’ll explain more later. Please don’t ask any questions and I promise to explain it all in a day or so.” Hopefully I can convince Nicolai to brainwash Reggie. Aaron won’t be an issue he hates me anyway.

          Reggie had not shown up when Glen came in to see if I was released. I hadn’t been, so he went and got a nurse. She looked surprised I was even there, and got my paperwork. Glen waited outside the hospital doors. Darn. I need to call Nicolai but I have no number except his office. That won’t be open this hour of the night. I guess I’ll have to do my best with Reggie and Aaron and then hopefully Nicolai will brainwash them tomorrow. I see Reggie and Aaron approaching the entrance.

          Reggie grabs me and gives me a big hug. “Girl, I am so glad you’re not dead, but Hon, you sure look close to it”. Close? Yes I’d say very close.

         Aaron glares at me. He doesn’t look too happy that I’m not. I guess some things never change. After a few minutes, a Navy blue pickup truck pulls up to the curb. Glenn gets out and extends his hand.

        “Reggie, Aaron this is Glenn. I am going to stay with him a few days at least. Please don’t ask questions until I get all my statements made. Okay?”

          Reggie grinned from ear to ear, his approval of Glen was apparent. Aaron, on the other hand, was none too happy. He pulled Reggie close to him.  I guess Aaron would be jealous of a dog.

        Then I could feel him. Nicolai. Standing in the shadows, watching, listening. It was all I could do not to turn my head and look into the shadows to the left of the hospital. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was there. I could also tell he was not happy at all.  At least I won’t have to call his office tomorrow. I have the feeling I will be talking to him very soon.

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You can also check out the previous episodes of this story at the following links

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Wow, will Merah go back with Nicolai or will Nicolai just let her go? Would you like to see Merah  with Nicolai or maybe Glenn? Leave a comment and let me know.What would you like to see happen next?

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April Fun

Super Saturday

          It's the weekend. Love the weekend. So it's time for a reading and I chose to read Purging Matthew this week. I tried to do this without blushing because there were a couple of things that were sexy. I hope I didn't stumble too much. Hope you enjoy this.
          Next week we continue all 4 stories and are excited to continue with them. Thank you for your support. We're enjoying writing them for you. As always, you can catch up on any you've missed at your convenience. Let us know if you enjoy the readings too. So, happy reading and here's Chapter 4 of Purging Matthew.

Week in Review

Another great week on this romance story blog! Did you enjoy the stories?

There is just one more episode to end a month of four wonderful stories. During this month we saw a heart heal, a heart break, a heart grow with love, and a heart grow with hate. The stories are so diverse that we, the presenters, hope they are keeping each and every one of you entertained.

 This week started off with a bang on Monday as Merah found her first victim. The hatred for the injustice she believes Nicolai did to her boils in her heart and trickles down her face as she spars with him. She is one cannon waiting to explode. The question is who will she blast? Will Nicolai be able to handle her when she transforms into a complete vampire, blood sucking and all? Will she be able to look herself in the mirror?

Wednesday we got a refreshing view of Matty. Finally he was almost completely from under that cloud of gloom and what did he do? Matty stepped out of sorrow and into a fun night with a twink whose name he cannot remember. Oh how scandalous! And to top it all off his friends are not letting it go by that easy. It was a light episode with fun moments and camaraderie among close friends. But there were some hints in that story. Emmy was giving us some small hints here and there and I snickered a bit when I read it. Did you see it? What was it? And what is next for Matty? Or should I ask who is next for Matty? And what is this with Morgan and her extremely hot man?

Someone say blushing red Thursday. I surely did blush for Phoebe. She was such a shy woman and now after letting her inhibitions go, she remembers it with pink rosy cheeks. As it turns out Jake wants more. Malora seems to be bringing a new twist into this story. What is this about Jake being a famous Hockey player? Annie sure does remind me of my best friend, nosy. It was good to see interaction between Phoebe and Annie and the deep friendship they share. Now I can’t wait to see what the girls are going to discover on Google. What do you think is coming next? Does Jake have some secret for the girls to find out?

All in all it was a week of tension in two stories and a week of light laughter and friendship in two. We certainly hope you enjoyed all and invite you to return tomorrow for the reading by Emmy.

Manic Monday

     Hello everyone! Welcome back! We hope you enjoyed our Saturday video story by our lovely Emmy Grayshun.
     So now lets start your week off right with another Manic Monday!

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                                                                Love Bites- Episode 4

Merah

            I stare in bewilderment as I watch the red water swirl down the drain.  Where did all the blood come from? I remember watching Nicolas kissing the girl he picked up at the bar, wishing it was me wedged between him and the building.  I remember the smell of sour whiskey, old sweat, and clammy hands as I was being dragged into the alley.  I remember convincing the nasty, smelly man to let me go by pretending to be interested in pleasing him. I remember the initial shock as his blood sprayed onto my face, as I slammed his head into the wall. The next thing I remember is his voice and the surprise on his face as he made me let the man loose. Nicolas, no Nicolai, his true name, I found out before I completed his name with the 's', and passed out. I can still see the faraway look in his eyes, the pain in his voice as he heard his real name. He also told me I am dead. No, not dead. Undead.  A vampire.

I reshampoo my hair and scrub my face and neck as the water still runs a pinkish shade. Will I ever get the blood all off? I shudder, not from the horror, but from the memory of being in Nicolai’s arms a few minutes ago. I have never wanted a man the way I wanted him.  Still want. My skin aches for his touch. My blood burns with desire.  The pain becomes so severe I double over in the shower. I hear growling and snarling. What the heck?  Then I realize that I am the one doing the growling and snarling. Oh Heck!  I am a monster now! I shut off the water, dripping as I step onto the expensive white rug.  Why would a vampire put white rugs in a bathroom? Why would anybody put white rugs in a bathroom?

     Looking into the mirror I tremble in fear. I even look dead. I mean undead.  My skin is so pale that ivory wouldn’t come close to describing it. My chocolate brown eyes now looking more like black coffee with glowing red pupils. My stomach clenches in knots, my head still throbbing from all the bright lights and loud noise, though the lights are off and there is no sound in the house. Nothing but the sounds from the city below, at least two miles away, if not farther. I shake my head. This can’t be? I go to the window and open one. The smell of the city far, far below overwhelms my heightened senses.

            I can smell the cigarette smoke, exhaust from the vehicles, fried foods, a hint of sweet flowers mingling with Indian curry around 34^th. I can smell the garbage in the alleys, and the stale stench of sweat, filth and old alcohol on the bum sleeping in the alley behind the dumpster. I can even smell the scent of his warm blood, though slightly tainted from cheap booze, coursing through his veins. My stomach roils. My fangs burn, no, ache, to sink into his throat. I can’t control this hunger. I begin to feel weak, almost as if I could sleep for weeks, or forever. I need blood desperately.

            I start down the long hall to Nicolai’s bedroom to ask him how to make this go away. Then I realize he is responsible for all these changes, for all this pain. Crap on toast! He turned me into a vampire! He is a vampire.

            I practically run back to my room. His guest room. My heart pounding in my chest, sounds and thoughts echoing in my head, I can’t think clearly. But I know I must get out of this house, away from this monster. I am now a monster too! No! There has to be a way to deal with this. I will not become a monster. I can beat this. I will go to Reggie and we will search all Databases and find a way. I won’t eat humans or furry animals either. I grab my shoes and purse and head quietly out the door. I realize how freaky I look in a man’s extra-large dress shirt, black nylon socks over my knees, and no pants. I am glad I wore two inch heels instead of four inch ones, the day I left to follow Nicolas, I mean Nicolai.

            I expected to see guards outside the door, but the coast was clear. There wasn’t even an elevator man. I slowly peer out the door, but no one is standing there to snatch me up and drag me back. Two younger men sit in chairs watching a large screen TV, barely glancing up at me. I guess they are used to half-dressed women walking out of here during the middle of the night. I could hear their hearts beating; feel their blood coursing through their veins. It was all I could do to resist the urge to sink my teeth into those pretty little necks. My teeth, I mean fangs, burned clear into my jawbones. I could hear soft growling sounds. I look around thinking he was after me, and then I realize it’s me again. Now I growl and want to rip out young men’s throats, feel their warm blood flowing into my veins. That’s something new. I take a deep breath and hold it.

            I hurriedly shut the door behind me, hoping beyond hope, that the pain and burning and strange desires for the young men will stay behind that door. I let out my breath and that’s when things really go wrong. As I let my defenses down and relax, a scent hits me like a sledge hammer. I walk into the alley, finding the hobo lying behind the trash bin. I jerk him up like he is nothing but a sack of potatoes. Low moans of delight and pleasure emit from around the man’s skin. His screams seem to make me just want more. The taste of his blood, warm and coppery, makes me feel like I’m on Cloud Nine. Euphoria doesn’t even come close to how good this feels.

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Nicolai

            I stand in astonishment as I pull back the blanket, finding nothing but pillows. Never in a thousand years did I think she would just run out. But this is Merah, not just any ordinary woman. I should have figured she would pull something like this. I should have made her stay in my room. Yeah, like I could do that without ropes. Chains may not even hold her now. Her strong will is part of what attracted me in the first place. I could tell even from seeing her on TV that she was much more than the cute, sweet, angelic looking, and sarcastically humorous woman smiling at a camera. Much, Much, more.

I’m hoping and praying that I can find her before it is too late. I’m glad I can use the mind-control without having to stop and touch both of the attendants on duty. They don’t even think I am home.

             I let down my control and feel for her, she isn’t far away. I round the corner into the small concave where the trash bins are. Oh Hell! What a mess. There she was, covered in blood. I hear her growl, harsh and rumbling, like a dog does when you try to take its bone. Except this beast is a thousand times more dangerous than any dog. Or most any beast imaginable for that matter.

I hope I am able to have some control over her, even though I can’t get into her head. Hopefully, her now having my blood, I can get her to listen. At least enough to make her stop so we can figure things out. I do not want to have to physically fight with a newling, especially her. Well, I would like to tangle her, but not like this. I can feel her bloodlust. I haven’t fed in almost two days, and the smell of the fresh blood and her excitement is almost all I could bear.

            “Merah! ENOUGH!”

            She turns and glares at me, hot chocolate eyes burning straight into my soul, sending shivers through my spine, straight to my groin. She drops the man like he is nothing, takes a couple steps toward me then stops. It is as if she threw a brick wall between us. She shouldn’t be able to do that yet.

            “Merah, Love! We really need to stop meeting like this. It seems like every time we meet it’s in a nasty alley with a bloody dead man at our feet. It’s far from romantic.” I hope the humor calms her down some.

    "And you think waking up in a man’s home, in his clothes, still caked in blood, oh, and I almost forgot the biggest shocker, finding out he turned you into a vampire against your will, to be his mate forever is romantic?” She never paused for a breath.

            She almost looks scary standing there, blood dripping from her mouth, her eyes like dark chocolate, still in my shirt, and socks. Nope not scary, but sexy as hell. She takes a deep breath and I know she can smell my arousal, if she can't see it. I know she does since her eyes are glued right below my waistband, and the thin pajama pants I have on isn't helping hide my arousal.

            “Oh! Just like a man!” She exclaims, blushing, though it is hard to tell under the blood now drying on her face. The scent of it is not helping either my bloodlust or lust.

            “Just because your desire isn’t quite apparent as mine,” her eyes flick quickly down and back up, “doesn’t mean you are hiding it any better. You forget now how keen our senses are. I can smell it on you as well as you can on me. Pheromones my dear. That is what drew us together in the first place.  You wanted me that day at lunch as much as I wanted you. In time, you would have fallen for me, but time was jerked out from under me like a rug.”

            She is on me and has me by the throat before I realize it. Damn! Why do I seem to ire her so? Just as quickly, I reversed the hold, pinning her to the wall with my hands. I left her some space, trying to gain a little trust. If she would just see I am trying to help. After her knee makes contact with my groin, I lean in flat against her, our bodies tight. The feel of her body  pressed hard beneath mine is not helping my needs, but I’m getting really tired of her kicking and thrashing. I need her to shut up and listen. Then we either go home or I go feed.

            “Merah, why can’t you seem to get it through your thick skull that I saved you. You were about two seconds from dead when I gave you my blood. I didn't have to drain you. You had already bled out  after the attack by your assailant.

            “I wanted us to date like normal human beings, for you to come to me, to make you mine. But fate likes to intervene in my plans wherever women are concerned. So I gave you the greatest gift anyone can give, Eternal life.”

            “Oh my gosh! You think you are a knight in shining armor? You are not God! Eternal life is not yours to give. You stole my soul! You robbed me of any chance of salvation, because you are a pompous, greedy, selfish fool. What have I done to make you think I would ever fall in love with you?  You’re a monster!” Her words hurt worse than the bite she landed on my cheek.

            “That is why I had no intention of telling you my secret until I was sure you were in love with me. I am a man, not a monster, as you keep forgetting. You are the same as I am now, with two kills under your belt in less than four days.  Be careful judging, Love.”

            “Stop calling me LOVE! I am not now or ever will be your Love. So put me down and get the heck away from me!” She yelled.

            “Merah you don’t have any choice but to stay with me now. I will not force myself upon you, but face it. You need me, or you will end up doing this every night. I can teach you how to feed without losing your control, without killing. A bit more painless for your victims.” I added as I looked down at the dead man by our feet.

          “I will help you find and unlock your gifts. Then, after you are ready to live on your own, if you don’t realize that you do indeed love me, then you will be free to leave.”

            “Why can’t you get it through your thick skull that I don’t love you?”

            Really? After all that, all she heard was that I think she loves me?

            I drop her. Weary of trying to convince her what was best for her. I start going through the bums stuff rolled up in rags he had been using as a pillow.

            ”Oh heck! Now you are going to rob him?” She asked as she got up, brushing herself off.

            “First of all, I wasn’t the one that killed him; second of all we have to find out who he is and figure out how to dispose of him. Perhaps we can find some information to help us come up with a story.”

            By now I am really regretting my decision of turning her. I really need to use my brain instead of my heart  more often.

            “A story? For the record, it is your fault he is dead. If you hadn’t made me a monster, I wouldn’t be here now sucking blood.”

            “I suppose the first one was my fault also?”

            She looks down thoughtfully.

            “Now I give you a choice. We go home; you call your friend to my place. I convince him and the press that you and I met for lunch and decided to go to my Mansion in Brookeville for a more private discussion. One thing led to another, and you are going to live with me. Then, if you decide later to branch out on your own, we will just say it didn’t work.” I look at her hoping to see a hint of hope. None.

            “That’s lame. We weren’t dating. We had never even met before that day. No one will believe it.” She says matter-of-factly.

            “You forget my powers of persuasion. Ninety-nine percent will believe whatever I tell them to believe.”

            “My second choice?” She glares at me, her hot chocolate eyes sending sparks of desire through me.

            “Well, it seems our dead friend here has some gruesome secrets.” I hand her a stack of photos of several women bound, gagged and very much dead. Funny, that makes her puke after she just sank her fangs into his throat out and drank all his blood while he screams. 

            “This helps me how?”

            “I take you to his place where I’m sure we will find at least a few bodies. I tie you up, and call the police.”

            “We explain your presence how? And his ripped out throat? Besides if he had a place, he wouldn’t be sleeping here.” she asked sarcastically.

            “Would you be sleeping in a house with a bunch of dead women?  We say we had a date the night you came up missing. I have your cellphone traced and find it, and you.”

            “I guess you have a point. So, Sherlock Holmes, my cell phone has been dead at least three days. No one will even begin to believe either of these stories.” She starts to look really nervous, realizing she has killed this man.

            “You forget my powers of persuasion.”

            “You mean mind control.”

            “Powers of persuasion sounds better. Let’s get this scum to his home. You can make up your mind and we can smooth out the wrinkles in our stories on the way.” I concentrate hard and one of the chauffeurs from the hotel pulls up at end of the alley.        

           Sure enough, we find five bodies, two of which are just lying in the abandoned house, the other two in very shallow graves of trash in the back yard. It smells so bad from the filth that a normal human would never discern the difference.

            I find a knife with blood caked on it, insert it near the wound on Merah’s victim, it looks more like self-defense now. I stab myself in the stomach and lay on the ground, holding my breath so I don’t try to eat any of the police or emergency personnel. I concentrate hard, putting the story clearly into their minds. I watch quietly as they untie her and load her into the ambulance. They load me into the second one and I quietly dine on the EMT in the back with me. When we reach the hospital, he recalls nothing, except that I was treated at the scene and released. That I would go to the station tomorrow to give a statement.

            I stand by the limo, hidden in the shadows, so no one will ever recall seeing me at the scene and watch as they rush her inside.

            I guess I shouldn’t have given her the second choice. I will never figure out women as long as I live. And that will be forever.

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Wow! I bet you didn't see that one coming! What do you think Merah will do? How will she feed? How will she learn  how to deal with what she is without Nicolai's help? Will she go back to him? What do you want to see happen? Let us know in the comments below with what you would  like to see more from the characters on Sundays?.  Dont forgot to come back tomorrow and see how Anjie Harrts's girls are  do,or should I say what?

Sunday Memories

It is Sunday in the life of all our main characters and they are all sitting somewhere, on their porches, verandahs relaxing, all with a memory in mind, remembering a moment that made them cringe or smile, or blush and now we invite you to share that memory with them as we present to you the following:

                                           Nicolai..Even Memories Bite

It is a beautiful Sunday afternoon. I am sitting on the porch at my mansion in Brookeville, sipping ice cold lemonade. I love this place so much more than the Penthouse in Manhattan. It is one of my favorite of the many homes that I own, reminding me so much of home. Home before I became cursed. Home in Colonial New England, where I first met Illia. She was my first and only true love, my soul mate.

I love sitting here, listening to the sweet sounds of nature, the birds, crickets, frogs and especially the braying of the horses in the stable.  Sunday afternoons were always my favorite. Especially the day I realized just how much I loved the beautiful little witch. She cast a spell on me alright, but I don’t think it had little to do with witchcraft. All she had to do was look at me and smile. Especially that wicked little smile. The one that told me she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Like the evening we slipped out and met in the stables. The night I decided we would marry and soon.

It was a Sunday much like today. The sun was out and the air crisp. We agreed to meet after the sun set when we knew my brothers would be in town and my father in bed. I was brushing Celia, my favorite mare, already aroused from the mere thoughts of holding Illia in my arms, kissing those sweet warm lips.  She came in quietly, wrapping her arms around me, her body pressed close against my back, her breath warm and sweet against my ear.

As she kissed my neck and gently nipped at my ear, I ached for so much more. She slid into my lap and took the brush from my hands.

“Illia, you look ravishing tonight as always. I brought us out food.” My voice was thick, and full of need, as I nodded towards the blanket with the cheese, bread and some berries.”

“My Nicolai.  Always the romantic, so sweet, so handsome. We don’t have much time to be alone together. No amount of food will satiate my hunger. Only you, my love. I want to taste your lips, and so much more.  I ache for your kisses.” Her lips met mine. I got lost quickly in her hot sweet kisses. Just her kisses alone made my head spin.

I swept her up into my arms and carried her to a pile of straw. I had covered it earlier with a blanket so she wouldn’t get straw tangled in her thick red hair. She giggled as she felt the blanket beneath her.

“Nicolai, I am the luckiest woman in the world. Though I have no idea why you choose me when you can have any woman in Virginia. Probably any woman in the entire world.”

 Her voice was as sweet as the rosewater she had dabbed behind her ears. She moaned as I gently lick there. Her hands were busy tugging my shirt from my breeches, raising it to my chin, baring my chest to her lips.

“Illia,” I moaned as she gently bit my nipples.

“Shh, my love, let us enjoy what little time we have.”

I gazed into her eyes as she watched me. Her tongue ignited flames of passion and desire through my entire body. Her hands were busy unfastening my breeches, sliding them slowly down my hips. I gasp as she explored parts of me no one had ever known. My body quaked as she brought me to ecstasy. She slid up my body, kissing me long and hard, smothering my moans and screams of pleasure.

Finally I had stopped shaking and opened my eyes, gazing into her beautiful face. The face of an angel.

“Illia, I will never love another the way I love you for as long as I live.” I sighed.

She smiled wickedly. Oh how I loved that smile. No one has ever been able to melt my heart with a smile such as hers. Not in over a hundred years. Not until a few months ago when I had turned on the news.

A small waif of a woman, nothing like my beautiful, curvaceous Illia appears on the screen. Her impish smile sends waves of heat coursing like fire through my veins. Merah Slavings.

I open my eyes coming back to reality; the harsh reality that the woman I want has made it perfectly clear that she wants absolutely nothing to do with me. She may say that, but I just know by the look in her eyes that it is not true.

She wants me. I am very patient man. I will have her in time. And I have all the time in the world.

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Fiona's memory

By Anjie Harrte

Being a fourteen year old is already complicated enough to deal with. Being a fourteen year old who thinks about kissing the girl she detests the most, is torture. Being invited to her house to hang with other girls and play makeup could be hell.

Fiona stood on a little back porch overlooking an orchard that stretched for a few meters and then a cane field that stretched for miles. She took a deep breath to breathe in that clean crisp country air. A bus had picked up about ten girls at the high school compound and brought them here, a few miles west of the town after crossing the harbor bridge over the Demerara River. There were now nestled in Canal No. 2 Polder, an area known for trees, fruits, and cane fields. Candi lived in a nice two storey concrete house, painted in pink. At the back of the house on the ground floor there was a little porch with a hammock, a rocking chair and two old sofas. Fiona stood there admiring the beauty of nature. The other girls were inside making up each other. Fiona didn’t like make up and thus she didn’t join the game.

After taking a glance behind her into the house and noticing that everyone was busy dressing someone else up, Fiona stepped off the porch, pushed her feet into a rubber slipper belonging to someone from the house and ran off. With her arms extended like wings, she let the breeze pass through her long pony tail and sweep it up behind her into the air as she ran, swerving inand out and around the trees until she was standing in front of the cane field.

The leaves made a whishing sound as the cool breeze passed through them and Fiona slowly walked through a little path. After about fifteen lines of canes she saw an opening. Fear jerked at her chest as she looked around. She had come down a winding path, so she could no longer see the house. She walked to the clearing and discovered that it was an orange tree standing in the middle of the cane plants. She smiled, sighed and then giggled at her foolishness, for being afraid. Just then she felt a touch on her shoulder and she jumped back screaming at the top of her lungs. When she spun around she saw Candi standing there smiling with a makeup case in her hand.

“Sorry to scare you,” Candi said as she giggled

“Yea? You don’t look it”

“Sorry man, saw you wander off so was coming to ask if youwould like me to do your make up?”

“No thank you, I don’t like make up.”

“What do you like?” Candi teased as she walked around andstared up at the orange tree.

You, Fiona wanted to say but instead said, “This, this whole place is so beautiful, so peaceful, so serene.”

“That is why I invited you, you looked like you would enjoy relaxing somewhere like here.”

“Thanks. Please don’t let me keep you from your makeup party, I am good here.”

“Want to hear a secret Fi?” Candi looked at Fiona as a look of curiosity crept upon her face, “I don’t like makeup.”

“So why organize a makeup party?”

“Because if I invited you to hang with me, you might not have come”

“This is a ploy to hang with me?”

“Yep”

“Why?” Fiona asked

“Every time I try to talk to you, you are always defensive and picking fights with me, so…”

“I pick fights with YOU? Come on Candi, you always have these stupid naïve notions about things.”

“Stupid?”

“Yes, you are so gullible, I bet you believe in mermaids.”

“You see, you are starting a fight again,” Candi said, hugging the trunk of the orange tree. Then she turned away from Fiona, resting her back along the tree trunk, “and for the record mermaids are beautiful,” she turned and smiled with Fiona who walked up to her and took the makeup kit from her.

“Why don’t you like makeup?” Fiona asked

“Because it is fake.”

Fiona took out the lipstick and put it on Candi’s lip. Candi watched Fiona straight in the eye as Fiona felt that tug. Fiona leaned in and let her lips touch Candi’s. She tasted the cherry flavoured lipstick and she felt Candi part her lips. She leaned in further and kissed her, her tongue slowly searching and massaging Candi’s own. The two girls closed their eyes and their tongues continued to swirl, and they continued to taste each other.

The sound of grass crushing caused Candi to push Fiona away causing her to fall backward and onto the ground, flat on her butt.

Candi’s little sister appeared and asked, “What’s up guys?”

Candi was still leaning against the tree trunk and backing her sister, she closed her eyes and swallowed hard as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She turned and trampled past her sister. Fiona sat on the ground and drew her knees up and rested her hands on it.

“What’s up with her?” Candi’s little sister asked.

“She didn’t like the way I applied her lipstick.”

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PURGING MATTHEW - MATT'S WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE.

by Emmy Grayshun

            What in the hell possessed me to do that? Matt asked himself, thinking about what he’d just done. When did everything get so fucked up? Oh, yeah, that’s right. Three years ago, that’s when. Why the fuck did you have to go and die, you selfish fucking bastard? If you were here I wouldn’t have fallen into this stupid hole I’m in! Because it had been perfect. It really had. He remembered that day,eight, no nine years ago. The day he realized Jake was it for him. It had started just like any other day….

            “So, we’re all set for tonight, right?” asked Jake. “I’m picking you up or we’re meeting there? Or what did we decide?”

            “You’re picking me up, Jake.” Matt said, sighing. “Then we’re meeting the guys and going out to eat at the Sports Bar and watching the game. Can you remember that?”

            “Yes, dear.” said Jake attempting to sound sincere but failing miserably.

            “See you at 8.” With that Matt said goodbye and hung up. Everything was all set.

            Matt waited in the living room and paced. It was 7:20 and he was all set up. Dinner was in the oven, the bathroom had all those smelly scented candles people liked to light when they wanted to set a ‘mood’, the silk ties were on the nightstand, lube, condoms, toys. Check, check, check… a million times check.

            The doorbell rang. Jake had arrived. He walked to the door, trying not to run and look pathetically desperate.

            “Jake, come in. I’m almost ready.” he said.

             “You look ready to me.” Jake said, looking down. “In fact you look more than ready.” he said, seeing the hard ridge pushing against the front of Matt’s jeans.

            Hmmmm, what’s that delicious smell? I know it’s you but there’s a foodie smell. Are you cooking?”

            “Um, I threw together something for dinner.” said Matt.

            “Oh? I thought we were going out?” asked Jake.

            “That was a ruse. We’re staying in, love. Come into the kitchen. I’ll get you a drink. Dinner will be ready in about 45 minutes.”

            Jake followed Matt into the kitchen where Matt handed him opened 2 beers and handed him one.

             “What’s the occasion?” asked Jake as he took in a cool mouthful of the golden liquid.

            “Nothing special… just wanted to have a quiet evening in…”

            Matt took Jake’s hand and pulled him from the kitchen and towards the bedroom. Jake noticed the cedar scent coming from the en-suite bathroom and subdued lighting. He also spotted the silk ties and assortment of sex toys laying on the nightstand.

            “Hmmmm looks intriguing, Matty.” said Jake.

            Matt pulled Jake into his arms and kissed him. Jake’s senses were overwhelmed with the scent of the man, the feeling of being in the bigger man’s arms, the sensation of Matt’s tongue pushing against the seam of his lips. Matt slowly began to push up Jake’s sports shirt then drew off his own. He popped open the button of his jeans then Jake’s. Moments later, having pulled Jake’s very willing body towards the bed Matt spoke.

            “Jake, I just wanted to tell you I love you. You mean the world to me. I’d like for us to move in together, honey. What do you think?”

            Jake looked at the ties again and up into Matt’s glittering azure eyes.

            “Are those ties for me?” he asked as he reached down to tug on Matt’s hard cock. “Is this for me?” he asked, sinking down to sit on the edge of the bed and flick out his tongue to taste Matt.

            “Yes, Matty, I want us to move in together and, of course, I love you too. Now, tie me up and fuck me till I can feel you all the way through next week.”

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Must Love Sundays

 

by Melora J Braveheart

Annie! What’s your poison?” Phoebe yelled from the kitchen.

“What do you Have?” Annie hollered back. She was in the living room, sitting on the sofa, trying to pet Licorice, but he had his eyes narrowed and ears flattened. He was letting Annie know that he was just putting up with her.

“Okay, okay, you fickle bastard,” Annie muttered” I never know why she picked you out of all the cats at the shelter.” She dusted her hands off, and stood to go into the kitchen.

Phoebe peeked her head around the corner.” What?” she said.

“I was just having quality time with your roomy,” She said. “I’ll come in there, and see what you have.” And she walked into her friends immaculate but bright and cozy kitchen.

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon in the Spring, and was the anniversary of the wedding that wasn’t. The plan was to distract Phoebe from the date while having a girly day. Phoebe sat a bowl of corn chips on the table and then brought over another that contained salsa. “I have Sangria," she said indicating the pitcher on the counter full off citrus slices and good Spanish red wine. "I think  there are a few beers in the fridge or I can make you a margarita.” she offered.

“Sangria sounds good.” Annie said dipping a chip into the salsa. Phoebe didn’t always cook, but she was good at stuff like dips and salsa. Her homemade salsa was amazing.  “Okay sooo, what movie do you want to start out with I have Jane Eyre or we can watch something that isn’t a period piece, like maybe, Must Love Dogs?”

“Actually Pheebs, I wanted to talk to you about something. I found this really cool dating website and I thought we could sign up together.  It’s called Fish in the Sea, Roxanne told me about it.

Phoebe sighed. Roxanne was one of Annie’s gym rat clients. She was over 40 recently divorced and was a cougar on the prowl.

“Listen Chica, I know that you mean well, and I know that you love me and want the best for me – but I just want things to happen naturally, you know BAM out of the blue when I least expect it. And if it doesn’t happen, I am okay with it, really I love my job, I love my friends,,, I have Licorice..” “ Yeah I know sweets, But it doesn’t hurt to be proactive. I, for one, am not gonna sit around waiting for Mr. Right to stumble into my gym in flipping Pinetree. I hate to think about you sitting here all alone with your cat, on Friday nights, playing that stupid phone game.” “It’s called Scrabble with Friends, Annie, and you should try it it’s good for your brain.” Phoebe teased. “I just don’t feel up to dating right now, not after the parade of morons you and my family exposed me to the past month.

“What? Jim wasn’t bad. He was an attorney.” Annie defended her set up “Was being the operative word. Fired for sexual harassment , Annie really? Now he just wants to live in his mom’s basement long enough to save up enough money to open up a comic book shop.”

“Well, comic books are books and you ARE a librarian.” Annie said.

 Phoebe blew air out through her lips impatiently.

“Okay okay I get it, but what was wrong with Phil? He seemed so nice.”  Annie asked.

“Phil was creepy. He wanted to video our date, as part of a pilot for his own reality show. Only thing was he was doing all the recording himself and he said lewdly that we’d get to the good stuff after dinner, uhm no!”

“Annie giggled, “Oh yeah, that was pretty weird.”

“It was weird as hell. And then there was Paul who my mother set me up with. Oh he was a nice guy, sure, very sweet. Nice car, good job, volunteers as a literacy advocate, all good things. There’s only one thing and my poor mother doesn’t seem to notice. He looks just like my brother, Rob.“

“Eeewwww. I had forgotten how bad those dates were, I’m kind of surprised that you didn’t run off and join the Dominican sisters after that string of losers.”  Annie said and the girls burst into gales of laughter. Phoebe grabbed Annie’s hand and said, “Please Annie, let me do this my way.”

Just then Phoebes phone chimed and a push notification appeared on the screen

“It’s your move with ClarkKent”

“Oh Jeeze, really? Clark Fricking Kent?” Annie said, ”I’ll bet he’s fat ,short, dumpy and has three teeth.”

“Clark Kent is a sweet guy; we chat a lot. You should see the words he uses, Annie, he’s really smart. Plus he reads, Annie, actual books. But he’s just a friend. He broke up with some girl around the same time as Steve and I and we got each other through some rough nights with this game. Anyway I don’t even know his actual real name and he doesn’t know mine.”

“ Yeah, well just so you know, I think you’re wasting your time there, when you should be on actual dates. Now, come on, let’s get a picture of you now that the rains stopped and there’s good sunlight. Then you’ll have one if you decide to join Fish in the Sea.“

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