A Tempest In The Night Part 40

Tomorrow you might not be. "Knee jerk reaction. Don't worry about it." She was determined to find her backbone and get over it. She'd been through enough to not let the ghostly captain or the Tyrian Guard Headquarters cow her.

"Look straight ahead." She followed the direction he pointed to. She walked to the bow of the boat. She tried to take it all in but couldn't. She couldn't find the words to describe the mansion. It was Gothic, but modern and not as weighted. Clean lines and beige stone gave it a distinct, sterile look, yet its masterpiece lay on top of its tower. Two stylized batwings reached up to the gray sky as if they were about to take flight.

"Impressive?"

"Very."

Tena One crept to the dock, stopped, and the door of the boat opened.

"Thanks, Captain."

"He appreciated that. Let's go."

They walked down the snow-covered hill. Daedalus carried her bags of new clothing. It must look impressive in the summertime.

That's what I've heard.

She spotted a round stone well. "I heard of Gardiner's Island, but never bothered to come here."

"Captain Kidd's treasure is supposedly buried here."

"Is that the Captain who ferried us here?"

"I'm not telling."

"It figures you wouldn't." It was minor compared to the sight before her. Up close, the Tyrian headquarters was intimidating. Gargoyles sat over the heavy ornate doors. She took the bags from Daedalus's hands. He held his hand over a computer console and then opened the heavy ornate door. Inside looked totally different.

Dark oak wood paneling gave it a cozy warmth. Tall floor to ceiling Gothic windows opened the expansive s.p.a.ce. She heard activity through the doors to her right. Those doors were dark and ornate as well.

"The men are trickling in little by little. Once they're all here I'll introduce you."

"Do they know about me-us?"

"Not much until they found us."

"They know just by looking?"

"We smell and hear better than mortals and are telepathic. There isn't much I can keep from them."

They'd undoubtedly smelled s.e.x in the cabin. Why did she suddenly see herself as a fifteen year old who was caught kissing her boyfriend by her father? She really needed to grow up.

Daedalus sported an uncomfortable look on his face. Ilida didn't think he could be uncomfortable about anything. "What is it?"

"Would you share my room with me?"

He wanted to be with her.

"Yes. Yes, I'll share your room with you." .

"You will?"

"I didn't think you'd ask."

"I'm not going to run away from us."

Suddenly she floated in a pool of warm euphoria. He wanted her and he wasn't going to deny what they'd shared in the cabin. He trusted her. She'd proved herself to him and to herself. They were home free.

"I'm going to buy food for you," he declared with the cutest, boyish smile on his face.

"Food?" The thought of eating made her ill. That ham she'd eaten earlier didn't agree with her. Or it was the Change? She really didn't care. She shrugged. "Okay. How about chicken noodle soup," she said. "Lots of it. Oh, and ginger ale."

"Soup? That's all you can stomach."

"I think so. I feel different."

"How different?'

"I feel the woven pattern of my sweater, and I smell things. Do you have to leave now?"

"You have different food in mind."

Chapter Thirty-two

Water streamed down her chest. Her taupe thighs rolled against his stiff c.o.c.k.

She bucked beneath him as he drew one milk chocolate nipple into his mouth. She tasted different from before. The vampire genes enhanced her scent made her b.r.e.a.s.t.s fuller. With her nipples distended, I easily sucked and licked her until she shook beneath me.

The light from the ceiling bounced of the streams of water on one nipple. It fascinated me.

To my pure delight her cries of desire in my ear blocked out the din of the shower water. What would she sound like when I had my c.o.c.k inside her?

Shower water, soap and her natural taste filled my mouth. The steam enhanced the scent of her arousal.

I kissed her, licked her, and nipped where her flesh gave, but not drawing blood yet. Her back against the wet marble wall moved in an erotic dance.

I grasped her thighs hooked her ankles around my waist and plunged in hard and deep.

Her screaming o.r.g.a.s.m egged me on. I grasped her breast held it up and ran my tongue around her nipple. I devoured her peak, running my fangs up and down it.

I hated the Hymeneal! Yet, I wanted all of her. The ambivalence added to my desire for her. It was torture for her, too. I felt it in the way she tried to push me away then pull me back. Her soft groans begging me to stop then begging me not to. The pa.s.sion, too much for both of us. It scared us. We were on the edge of a precipice.

I wanted her over the edge. Her sweet, yellow-brown breast bobbed as I pushed inside her. I captured one in my hand ran my fangs around her nipple. Her sweet powerful blood exploded in my mouth flooding my body with energy, flooding my brain with information.

My body absorbed as it absorbed her cries of abandons. She arched her back. I arched up like a bow. Her body broke, trembled as she sobbed. Her release pumped me as images of her forgotten past drowned me.

And then I knew her taste, finally at the worst possible time. Instinctively, I growled my anger, shock, and surprise. She stiffened around me. Her gasped vibrated through my chest. Another o.r.g.a.s.m wound its way through her.

Anger unchecked, I balled my fist and punched the wall next to her head. Bits of powdered marble fell from the crack in the wall.

Ilida froze. Her chest heaved with fear as I slipped out of her and lowered her to the ground. She moved way from me and climbed out of the tub.

Despair clouding me as my c.o.c.k continued to leak.

"What is your problem?"

I stared at the woman I was falling in love with not knowing what and how to say what was needed to be said. "What was that about?"

I barely found my voice. "You are a Vrykolakas."

It cracked and sounded like a dying animal.

"W-what are you saying?"

"Your blood reeks of it!"

Ilida felt the anger, smelled it, which was odd at a time like that. Why would she be able to smell his emotions? Like an animal sniffing the air for prey, that's exactly what was happening. She was the prey and Daedalus was the predator.

His teeth were enormous and menacing as he gritted to control himself. He took a step towards her. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, but his anger was overwhelming. All five-foot-five of her stood her ground to his six-foot-four tower of menace.

"You're a Vrykolakas."

Everything he said to her she pushed away. It was poison and she wasn't going to hear it. "I'm Ilida Davis."

"Your grandfather was a Vrykolakas."

"You're wrong."

"How do you explain your psychic powers?"

"They were pa.s.sed down from my aunt Ca.s.sandra."

When she said the name Ca.s.sandra his head shot back as if someone had slapped him. "Ca.s.sandra, huh?"

"Yes."

"What does your aunt Ca.s.sandra look like?" His voice took on a venomous tone.

"Medium dark-skinned, long amber dreadlocks. She's not a vampire. She's a crazy woman who lives in Prospect Park!"

"There was a ritual called the Breeding Circle. Women were collected like cattle from all over the world even from the village of Oia. They were pa.s.sed around from vampire to vampire."

Her nightgown lay at her feet ripped to shreds. It felt like hours since they'd made love. She confronted him, "My aunt is from the Caribbean."

"Those women were bred out like brood mares. If they had female babies, they were sent to orphanages on every corner of the globe. If they had male babies the Vrykolakas kept them. I killed the leader of the Clan. I tasted his blood. It took me a while to remember, but you have the same blood."

"My grandfather was from Haiti. He never had any use for my mother."

"Your grandfather was Ma.n.u.s, the vampire who raped and enslaved me and others. He was sired by Hecate."

Was he saying she's a descendant of a witch? Hecate was Persephone's maiden-an evil witch. He was afraid of being with her. It's a smoke screen. "You don't want to be with me, Daedalus. That's why you're saying this."

"I knew a Ca.s.sandra." He paced back and forth disturbing the shaft of moonlight. His p.e.n.i.s stood at forty-five degree angle. "She was Ma.n.u.s' favorite. She was kind to me and paid a terrible price for it."

"How many women named Ca.s.sandra are there in the world?"

"She had sable colored skin with long wild, amber hair."

Ilida sank to the floor. Her mind shut down. "How long have you been free of the Clan?" Her voice sounded alien-far away.

"It's been eighty years."

"Are you out of your mind? She doesn't look a day over forty."

"Humans get certain benefits from sleeping with a vampire. A resistance to aging happens to be one of them."

"She would never have allowed herself to be used. Ca.s.sandra may be crazy but she's sharp, too."

"African-Americans didn't have freedoms back then."

"You're telling me my parents and my aunt lied to me. You're sick!"

"You need to pay your father a visit."

"And what if you're scared s.h.i.tless because you love me?" She stood up pulled the sheet from under her feet.

"You'd want him to go to the grave without telling you the truth?"

Chapter Thirty-three