Chapter 6

Emma

I edged toward the double glass doors;  carefully sliding inside. Taking one step. Then another. Finally Stumbling into the reception area.  

“HELLO?” My voice splintered against the hollow silence. Fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead; fresh white paint streaked along the walls. "IS THERE ANYONE HERE?”  I asked but the emptiness absorbed my words. From here, I could see the first viewing parlor, called The Sunset Room. the dark wood of the door was slightly opened. 

I stepped in.

The drapes were drawn. velvet darkness stretched around a sputtering projector. Antique tables holding tasteful fake flowers. Rows of white wooden chairs with their worn surfaces faced a solitary pure white casket resting on a dais, swathed  in a lavender and silver cloth that shimmered. It rested in a natural, quiet, calm.

Really now, is there no one actually here? 

 “You lost Bambi?”

The voice cut through the hush like a blade.

 My head snapped around to see a man filling the doorway, at least six-foot-three of coiled muscle. His rolled-up black dress shirt sleeves revealed arms of random tattooed patterns. His emerald, green eyes ran up and down my body, quietly, assessing my small stature. As if I was a stray wet cat that had wandered in from the rain.

“I might be, Actually”

“You shouldn’t be in here, This particular room is off limits,” I said. Each syllable precise—a guillotine drop.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know”

 “It’s Just The Franks are arriving tomorrow morning for his wake.”

I blurted the words, a desperate stab in the dark. “Are you Doc by any chance?”

“Yeah.”

Relief, cold and sharp, flooded me. This was him. “I’m Emma Carter, Elijah sent me”

“I know who you are. Bambi” i stepped into the flicker of light.  “My Big Brother,” I said, As I began to circle her like a vulture. “Must not pay you enough, it’s a crying shame to Send something so small in a place like this”

“Well, Your Big brother hasn’t paid me shit in three weeks” Doc’s face leaned in, inhaling the air around me. Before I can blink he grabbed me by the arm. shockingly strong, Slamming my back against the nearest wall. My spine throbbed where the plaster wall had met it. the pain sharp and real. “Are you fucking insane?” I groaned. 

"Insane?" my body now a cage of hard muscle and intent, an invisible, immovable, pressure holding her there, in her caged spot. “The answer to that question is a simple one”

“So that’s a yes?”

I chuckled “You have that fire in your eyes,” I said, my hand dropping to her upper thigh. “And you have  a mouth to Match” 

I guess it was money well spent after all

Let me go," I said, my hands splayed on his chest. It was like pushing against a marble statue that refused to budge an inch. “Please.” I  begged.

“Shh,” I crooned. I leaned down from her neck,  nose tracing a line to her collarbone “You smell so good”  her scent  of Honey and buttercream  Flooded me, it was all her. 

“What are you doing?” My voice cracked.

“You will see”, My teeth grazed the crook of her neck, not in passion, but in a twisted claim” my mouth opened against her neck, fangs—long, needle-sharp—I  struck like a viper.  no warning. Just a wet pop as it echoed in the room, breaking through the skin.

The pain was instantaneous, white-hot and profound. I arched off the wall and into Doc’s chest, a silent scream stuck in my throat as his fangs pierced the carotid artery in a second spot.. It was deeper than anything I’d ever felt, a brilliant, annihilating spike driving into the core of my being. My vision swam, The sucking pull was obscenely intimate, a deep, tugging rhythm that matched the savage guttural sound. I  could feel him drawing my life out in hot, pulsing gulps. The sensation was strangely intimate, a connection more profound than anything I’ve ever experienced. making my body go pliant even as my mind screamed in terror of what was happening. The sharp edges of fear and pain softened, melting into a hazy, golden languor. A soft, pathetic moan escaped me as my body sagged against him, fully surrendered to the duel assault

Call it what you will, but This really wasn’t about her pleasure, It was more about my rolling blood lust, the consumption of her, of me, us together, it was a chance to show case my dominance, to prove to her that I am male enough for her. And she will not have the need of seeking pleasure from another male. I will be all she wants.

He released me and with a wet sound. He snarled. Roaring his victory.

Then he let me go.

I slid down the wall in a heap, The cool marbled floor met my ass cheek. My blood, warm and sticky, traced a path down my neck. Doc stood over me., my blood smeared on his lips.

 He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand

“Delicious”