I didn’t mean to charge against him, and I froze, my eyes fixed on his body on the floor. My breathing got heavy and tears made their way through my lashes. His fingers came out all bloody when he touched the back of his head.It didn’t take him a minute to be standing and looking at me with a murderous gaze, his golden eyes scintillating and fangs at full length, and this time he frightened me. “Alexandra…”“Don’t come anywhere closer, I don’t want to hurt you!” He moved towards me. “Please, I didn’t mean it. Calm down, and let me take care of your head.” he wasn’t listening to me at all, at that moment he was a predator, and I was his prey. Plain truth. “What have you done?” his voice boomed in my ears. The blood flushed out of my face, and I rubbed my clammy palms on my pants, but I couldn’t control the shaking taking over me, and the surrounding air thickened. I felt my body charging again, and I knew I would blast him a second time, so I did the only thing I thought possible at
She melted in my arms, giving herself into my care, and that made me a lucky bastard. I kissed her nonsense. She had too many clothes on her, since I hadn’t given her time to make herself comfortable at home, jumping on her like a wild animal. I got rid of her jacket and blouse, kissing that long, sinful neck of hers, delivering slow naughty licks on the wound I caused, and along her shoulder line, making her moan in my ears. She had such delicate satin skin against my rough palms; it had more color than her first version, tanned delicious and tasty. I needed to have time to explore those drawings all over her body since she was so fond of them. My hands roamed over her soft breasts, still hidden behind a piece of scrap, and down to her belly. A low growl escaped my lips and I couldn’t get a hold of myself. Her hands tugged on my hair, pulling me closer, driving me crazy. “I love the golden in your eyes!” she whispered to me. Right there, I knew my demon was taking over myself, and
“It’s amazing how things have changed! No more stoves?” I inspected her kitchen, looking for one. “Yes, there is, all kinds. This is electric, not that I use it much.” She turned a knob and a few minutes later, she grabbed my hand holding above the thing, and I could feel the heat emanating from it, becoming incandescent. “And that is a microwave, you can heat everything in there.”“So electricity, huh? As I see, they have improved their findings back then, quite impressive.”“Almost everything runs on it, today, thanks to some enlightened people,” she said with a grin. Then with a ping sound she turned from me. “Done!” Dipping my finger in the water, it had warmed, and she dumped the bag of blood inside. “Let it sit for a few minutes.” After a while, she poured the content in a glass, putting it in front of me. “Go on, I know you need it. How did you eat food in the cabin?” I grabbed the glass and gulped the whole thing down without taking my eyes from her. My findings didn’t make m
About half an hour later I parked in front of a place that read ‘Uncle Tony’s Barber Shop & Tattoo Art’. Even with a closed sign on the door, dad was inside. We left our helmets by the bike and as the door jingled, Vlad tensed as we got in, as if some energy hit him, I gave his hand a light squeeze and pulled him closer.“Hey, dad! We’re here!” I shouted, happy to see him. And I couldn’t believe my eyes when dad came from the back door and my mouth hung open, seeing those two, greet themselves in a warrior way, eyes sparkling mixed with surprise and insanely cheerful faces. They were like best friends who had gone to separate camps for summer, and now they met again.“Sire!”“Anton!”“Where have you been, Vlad?” Both fell in a hearty laughter. It reminded me of playful boys. Vlad didn’t seem the troubled man from this afternoon, far from it, and Tony was like Tony! The dad I’ve known since forever. He took me in when I needed most, and he had a nice and easy-going personality, aside fr
“Please! What’s wrong with you?” she muttered more to herself than to us, hiding her head between her knees. “Don’t you dare come any closer to me, I won’t think twice before blowing you back,” the warning in her voice kept us on the spot. We didn’t dare to move. Although, my whole being screamed for me to go to her. How come a simple visit to the barber became this shitty?
London UK, the 1870s.“Come on, Baxley, you know how these things work. Don’t give me a hard time. Just sign the papers, you’ll end up with
London UK, the 1880s.My head blacked out for an instant, and I couldn’t find my words, as I stared at her in wonder. She was still young, but the important thing was that we met again. Happiness assaulted my being, and I got too excited to contain myself. “I beg your pardon, young lady?” I answered her. She was around seventeen, taller, much taller than before, skinny, and with a pale complexion, but her registered marks never changed, her light chestnut hair and those violet eyes. “You can’t treat people this way.” She chastised me in a sweet tone. It was a pity she didn’t know how cute she sounded.“Sorry sir, daughter doesn’t know manners.” The man apologized, looking at his feet.“On the contrary. Your daughter is a kind young woman,” I told him in Russian, her pupils dilated in surprise to the point of almost disappearing the violet in them. It was priceless. “I’m sorry, Alya, is that right?” she nodded. “Aliaksandra, but you can call me Alya.”“My intentions were not to be r
“You have softened up, my friend! I was right all along,” I chuckled, seeing the hard look on his face. “What happened with the company back then?” I left and burrowed myself away from the world about a month after I lost her.“I had time to learn, Vlad, but I’m no saint either. On the day that girl stumbled inside my shop, trying to run away from some punks, she taught me a lot.” He sighed as remembering the day, then faced me. “And I had a hard time bringing her up. She was hurt beyond repairs.” He cut the conversation once she was back. She will open up to you. We’ll talk about London in a few.“Did you find everything, pumpkin?”“I’m sorry for the mess.” The tiredness in her voice just reminded me it was my fault, and I needed to make it up to her somehow. This Alizandra differed from her past selves, but the softness was there in her eyes, even when she passed by me, wearing defiance in them, as much as concern. She worried about me, despite the anger, and that put my demon at eas