Cobblestone Press
Category:
Romance
ISBN-10: 1600885098
ISBN-13: 9781600885099
Vampire Erotic Short Story (Second in my vampire series)
Kate Andrews' discovers the diary of her nineteen year old missing sister. When the police offer little help she decides to try to find the girl on her own.
The diary leads her to incredibly sexy identical twin brothers, Aiden and Remann, Remann being her prime suspect in her sister's disappearance. As she investigates, Kate finds herself falling helplessly under
Aiden's seductive spell even as Remann hopes to weave a spell of his own.
Excerpt
Monday the 27th
Dear Diary,
…P.S. to my last entry
I just got the call that I’m in! I have a meeting tonight with Remann and I’ll be offering myself to him. He is very picky about his Feeders, but it turns out I’m perfectly his type…type AB negative that is...
Kate Andrews pitched the diary next to where she sat on the bed. A painful lump had lodged in her throat. Hot tears stung her eyes and threatened to spill down her cheeks. She’d read this last entry of her half-sister, Melanie’s diary perhaps a dozen times. Each time she tried to find some hidden clue to her nineteen-year-old sister’s whereabouts.
“Oh, Melly, where are you?” she asked the empty room. She rose from the bed and walked into the living room and found a can of goldfish food. Sprinkling a pinch in the aquarium, she watched the hungry goldfish gobble up the multi-colored flakes. Their scales caught the aquarium light and reflected it back in a metallic glimmer that danced over their little bodies. Their reflections twinkled on the surface of the water as they darted from flake to flake of food. After she watered a couple of ferns in the tiny apartment, Kate took another walk through the apartment Melanie rented.
Melanie James had gone missing three days before, the night of the last entry in her sister’s journal. Kate brushed away the tears staining her cheeks, licking the salty taste from her lips. Melanie had been an aspiring fashion model in Chicago with the looks and attitude to carry her into the business. Yet within six months after she’d started her career, she’d fallen into a gothic underworld, according to the journal. At thirty years of age, Kate was level-headed and didn’t hold much stock in the paranormal or supernatural. Vampires were just silly teenage crap as far as she was concerned. Her sister had fallen for it full heartedly and somewhere out there was living some crazy fantasy…Kate hoped anyway. The alternative was unthinkable.
The police hadn’t taken much of an interest in Melanie’s disappearance. They had assured Kate that her sister had fallen in with the ‘wrong crowd’ and probably drugs. They’d promised to keep an eye out for her on street corners much to Kate’s disgust and frustration. Melanie wasn’t the type to do drugs and certainly wouldn’t sell her body, though Kate worried what offering herself to this Remann meant. Her sister had always been adamant about saving herself for marriage, a reflection of their Baptist upbringing.
Later that evening in her own apartment, Kate studied Melanie’s diary. Most of its contents were the names and details on various vampires and people who called themselves Feeders. It revolted Kate as she read that these so called Feeders offered their blood to people who thought themselves vampires. The idea of all the communicable diseases these crazy people were exposing themselves to made her stomach roll, and she feared for Melanie’s safety.
Kate shuddered. She hated the sight of blood.
The phone rang and Kate answered.
“Any news?”
“No, Mom, I’m sorry. The cops haven’t found anything new, but they tell me they’re investigating anything that comes their way.” Kate hated lying, but with her mother’s heart problems she wanted to lessen whatever stress she could.
“Well, Danny and I are having a prayer circle at church tomorrow night. We really wish you’d come,” her mother said. Her mom and stepdad lived in St. Louis, Missouri, a few hours away.
“No, Mom, it’s best if I stay here in case something should come up,” Kate said. She didn’t want to face a church full of pitying and judgmental faces. “I want to nose around on my own, too.”
“Kathryn, now be careful. We don’t know what we’d do if something happened to you.” Her mom’s tight voice broke into a sob.
“It’s okay, just got a couple of Melanie’s friends I’m going to question. I’m a newspaper reporter remember? I know what to do,” Kate said.
Her mother let out a sigh. “Okay, honey, be careful. We love you.”
“I love you, too. Give Danny my love.” Kate hung up the phone and paced her apartment. She felt trapped within its confines. She grabbed her running shoes from the bedroom floor and went out for a brisk run.
* * * * *
Aiden sat on the sidelines and watched his brother, Remann, bask in the attention of several human women. Aiden’s drink, blood from a donor agency mixed with an expensive scotch, twirled untouched in his hands. His leg bounced up and down as Remann lifted a wrist from a tall waifish girl to his lips. He bit into the pale delicate flesh, and the young woman went limp.
Feeders, Aiden thought in disgust, shaking his head. Humans are so naïve.
His twin brother’s habits had always been questionable to Aiden. They’d both succumbed to the ravages of the Black Death in the Middle Ages. A vampiress, taking advantage of the abundant prey plague victims offered, found the identical twin brothers a novelty. After changing them, she’d taken them under her wing for several centuries. Unfortunately, she’d found herself tied to a burning stake in the sixteen hundreds.
Remann lifted his mouth from the waif’s offered arm, his eyes deepening to a darkened red. He smiled at Aiden, his white teeth smeared with blood.
“You should try her, my brother,” Remann said. “She is still a virgin. A nineteen-year-old and a virgin in this century.” He shook his head in amusement as the young woman sank deeper into the cushions of the overstuffed couch. Her face was deathly pale, and Aiden wondered if Remann had feasted too much on the girl.
“Humans aren’t cattle, Remann.” Aiden rose from the recliner of soft black lambskin. He downed his drink in a single swallow and left his brother to his Feeders. Remann’s deep chuckle followed him out of the room of the old mansion outside of Chicago.
Standing in his private quarters, Aiden stared out across Lake Michigan and absorbed the tranquility the water offered. Moonlight danced over its rippling surface mirroring the full moon perfectly. He stroked his hand down the smooth planes of his freshly shaven jaw and listened as several rooms away a woman gasped then laughed at something his brother had said.
Aiden and his brother had taken to vampirism differently. While Remann enjoyed the power, and used it to his advantage when it came to women, Aiden viewed it as something to control and respect. He had joined the Order of Terminus, an organization that protected both vampires and humans. From time to time feral vampires, known as Dissenters, would take residence in Chicago and the surrounding areas. As a Hunter it was Aiden’s job to destroy Dissenters to prevent them from exposing the existence of vampires. Dissenters had a nasty reputation of leaving bloody carnage in their wake.
The darkness beckoned him as it did all vampires, an instinct inherent with the virus that coursed within his blood. It was easier for their kind to take prey that was tucked safely in their beds. A victim’s deep slumber saved them energy and kept their attacks concealed. His cell phone rang and his irritation flared over the rude sound.
“Hey, gorgeous, you want to come out tonight?” a sultry female voice asked.
“Depends, what do you have in mind?” Aiden asked. His annoyance evaporated as his voice matched her provocative tone. Deidre was a tempting vampiress he’d met many decades before. She provided him with detached female companionship that suited him perfectly.
“Well I just received several pints of AB negative from my supplier. Why don’t you come over and indulge with me.” Deidre’s voice ended in a near purr and several illicit thoughts passed through Aiden’s mind. He grinned wickedly as he checked his image in the huge gilded antique mirror that dominated his quarters.
“I’ll be right out, don’t start without me.”
Deidre chuckled in a positively obscene manner.
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