TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains violence, abuse, dubious consent, stalking, murder, alcohol and drug use, bondage, and other scenes that may be triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is advised, and if you're willing to go forward, then take it all like the good girls and boys that you are.[Tabitha’s POV]I take in the room around me, trying to figure out why I'm here instead of my own room. It was all too familiar and left me with a rapidly growing fear because I knew exactly what was to come, and no matter what I did, nothing would change."Brother," I whisper, throwing the gray-down comforter that is wrapped tightly around me off as my heart begins to pound in my chest. "Brother!"Feeling sick, I go crashing to the ground due to the comforter wrapping around my ankles like a hand that is determined to stop me from going to where he is, where they are, where a scene that should only be in horror movies awaits me.Kicking the fabric off, I scramble up and make my way acr
[Tabitha’s POV]When I reach the apartment that was sent, I begin to bang on the door until a disgruntled Anthony, shirtless and covered in hickies, appears. As his brown eyes find mine, they widen, and he looks down at his bare, muscular torso and then back up at me."T-tabitha," he stammers, shoving his blonde locks out of his face. "Why are…""Who is it?" A bubbly voice asks, just as the woman in the photo appears. "Hello!""Hello," I say slowly, snapping my gaze from hers to Anthony’s. "Care to explain what’s going on here?""I’m sorry," the woman says, drawing my attention back to her. "Why exactly do we need to explain, as you’re the one who suddenly showed up here?""Am I?" I repeat, smirking. "Anthony, would you like to explain this situation before I do?"Growing quiet, I wait as he seems to consider what to do before fixing his gaze on mine."Isn’t it obvious?" He asks, taking me by surprise. "This is Holly’s home, and I’m here spending the night with my girlfriend."Holly…
[Tabitha’s POV]I stand in line with Bonnie as a large bouncer asks for the IDs of those ahead of us. Even though we had arrived early, we still couldn’t beat the rush, which made me slightly hesitant about my decision to come out.However, when I remembered that bastard Anthony with Holly, I made myself dress in my skimpiest skirt with a black tube top so that my double-pierced belly button and dragon tattoo that traveled up my side and down my left arm showed along with a good portion of my skin.After pairing the outfit with some fishnet stockings, black thigh-high boots, and a leather jacket, I had to admit that I wouldn’t have any issues finding someone to help me mend my broken heart.When we reach the bouncer, I don’t miss his dark eyes trailing down my body, stopping for a few moments on my breasts before they come to rest on my face while a slow smile spreads across his lips."ID, sweetheart," he husks, lifting a large hand and waiting.Nodding, I hand it over and wait as he
[Tabitha’s POV]Sensations that I never thought I’d ever experience begin to rush through me as Allister and Vance work to undress me. Where their fingers touch, it leaves lines of fire, and where they kiss, it becomes so sensitive that the slightest touches make soft moans escape me.It’s like my body is coming alive simply from being touched, and I don’t want the feeling to end.I'm so lost in what I’m feeling that I don’t even notice when Allister gets on his knees in front of me while Vance lifts me so that my legs are wrapped around his shoulders.Gasping, I tilt my head back and moan as Allister’s fingers shove into me and his tongue attacks my clit, making the world around me disappear."Fuck!" Allister hisses, beginning to move his fingers in and out of me so that the sound of my juices sloshing around them fills the room. "You’re fucking soaked, baby."Of course I was, but I didn’t quite understand how these two men that I didn’t know could make me this way. Was it because of
[Tabitha’s POV]"No!" I gasp, my eyes flying open, to find that I’m still on the dance floor of Morte Diem and not in one of the play rooms above being fucked within an inch of my life. "Get the fuck away from me!"Feeling a wave of disgust rush through me, I move from between the two men and take in their amused expressions."What is it, baby girl?" Allister asks, taking a few steps toward me. "Was what we could do to you too much? You looked like the type that liked to play, but I guess we pegged you wrong."Too much? He had to be fucking kidding me. I wouldn’t mind that at all, but for it to be done by vampires... There was no fucking way."What the fuck are you even doing here?" I growl, reaching for the stake I always kept in a hoister on my thigh. "Vampires don’t intermingle with the rest of the supernatural world!"As a rule, those who lived in the dark stayed in the dark, but here they were among the rest of us.Fuck, this was bad. How could I have let my guard down that easil
[Allister’s POV]I shove my dick deep into Maria’s throat and then begin to thrust while her tongue wraps skillfully around my shaft."Fuck," I hiss. "That’s a good girl."A groan of excitement escapes her lips before they tighten around me once more, making sure to squeeze me just right.Closing my eyes, I continue to move while images of that woman’s face begin to flash in my head, bringing back that scene from before and making me once again angry that I didn’t get to make it a reality.Those large gray eyes hold me in place while an odd emotion that I’ve never felt before begins to build, stirring my insides like fucking jelly and making me even more annoyed.Dammit! What is this, and why the hell was I even thinking of her? I should be focusing on the woman sucking on my dick and the other that waits for me to fuck her while she is utterly at my mercy.Feeling my frustration flare, I shove my dick down Maria’s throat and quicken my pace while she gags and tears begin to brim in h
[Tabitha’s POV]“Are you sure you’re fine to be alone?”Bonnie’s question lingers between us as I fumble for my keys.After leaving Morte Diem, my mind had been a mess. I still couldn’t believe that I came so fucking close to screwing around with vampires and then just simply let them get away after they placed their marks on me!What in the world had gotten into me? Why did I even let my guard down? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t stop replaying the scene in my head again and again.“I’ll be fine,” I assure her, making my voice sound light. “I’m just going to shower and go to bed. Don’t forget that we still have to work tomorrow.”Once I’m inside, I look down at my wrist again, taking in the mark that marks my skin while my anger comes to a boil, but before I can let it slowly devour me, my phone begins to ring.Sighing, I pull it from my pocket and take in the number of the precinct on it.Frowning, I swipe to answer and bring it to my ear.“Tabitha!” Dale, our overnight chief, booms,
[Tabitha’s POV]The next morning, I sit at my desk, fighting to keep my eyes open while the words I try to read blur together again and again.Fuck, I needed sleep, but I couldn’t get my mind off this damn case, especially given the photo that I found.Who exactly was it that did it, and what was their purpose?Honestly, there were plenty of supernaturals that wanted me gone due to what I did, but this seemed more personal than that.Could it have something to do with my brother and my parents deaths?No, how could it?I spent so many years searching for the ones responsible; why would they suddenly come out of hiding?Sighing, I lay my head on my desk and let the cool wood ease the headache that has taken full effect.“You should go home.” Sitting up, I watch as Bonnie makes her way toward me, looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. “No offense, but you look like shit.”"Usually, when you start something with no offense, you usually mean to be offensive,” I point out. “But thanks for t