LOVE
BLEEDS
A Paranormal Romance
Only After Dark Series
Book One
Maggie James
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
This being my first novel, I have a lot of people to acknowledge and thank; not just for their input and opinions, but for their unrelenting encouragement & support…
Thanks to my wonderful family, amazing friends, editors and everyone else who ever offered a word of praise or criticism. I am so lucky to have all of you…
To Joan-for forcing me to watch “Dark Shadows”- even though I was, at the time, terrified of vampires. I miss you everyday…
To Kate-for your original inspiration and never letting me doubt for a moment, that I could do this…
To Luanne- for always being there for me and for taking the time out of your busy schedule to offer your support and critique-you’re the best!
To my husband, Rick, the love of my life- for picking me up, dusting me off and always having faith in me, even when I didn’t. For being my shoulder to cry on, my strength to lean on and the heart to call my own… you will always be My Rockstar…
And finally…Thanks to my readers & fans-without you, my creativity, enthusiasm and passion for writing would go un-noticed and unappreciated…you guys rock!!!
Love Bleeds
Maggie James
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Maggie James
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Chapter One
“For God’s sake-not again!” Joseph complained when rudely awoken from his slumbering death. Echoes of a man’s deep agonizing voice filtered through the walls of his bedroom; disturbing any chance he had for a peaceful rest. The tortured cries for mercy were enough to wake the dead-literally. He raked his hands roughly through the length of his amber hair.
“Just once I would like to awaken to the sound of something a little less dramatic!” He emphasized the last word loudly to be intentionally overheard. Another bellowing groan echoed- this time it resembled more of a growl, as if it had come from someone or something not of this world.
“Yeah, yeah,” he replied. “I heard you the first time…I’m coming.”
Joseph swung his legs over the edge of his king-sized bed and stood up tall, stretching every inch of his nearly six and a half foot frame. He slipped into his black leather pants, slammed his feet down into his black thick tread boots then reached for the black linen shirt off the back of a nearby chair as he headed for the door. He slid one arm into its sleeve as he opened the door with the other. “Let’s see how poorly you’ve faired this time Phillip.”
Grabbing a tall, smoke colored bottle from a shelf near the door, he finished dressing as he exited into the dimly lit hallway. Fueled by anger and a small amount of unexpected pity, he headed for the adjacent bedroom. Joseph had always possessed a hot temper- even as a mortal-so to him that was nothing new. But pity-now that was an emotion he was definitely not accustomed to. He knew full well how dangerous it could be for a vampire to show pity in any situation. A moment’s hesitation brought on by pity or remorse could leave him vulnerable-and far be it for Joseph to ever put himself at risk. Yet in this case, he couldn’t help but feel compassion for the being whose tormented cries filled the halls-echoed through his ears and caused his stomach muscles to tighten.
Over the course of the past few months, Phillip’s nightmares had gotten worse. The haunting visions that plagued his sleep in death were growing more realistic, more brutal and more frequent. His blatant unwillingness to sate his blood-thirst coupled with his hellish nightmares was rapidly beginning to take its toll not only on Phillip himself but Joseph as well.
The moment his hand touched the doorknob, he heard a second man’s voice. Judging by the sheer volume and tone, he was obviously in a state of panic. When the door swung open; Joseph was shocked by the horrific scene evolving before him.
“Julian!” He cried out. “What the…?” He began when he saw a man seated on the edge of the king-sized bed set on the far side of the room. From where Joseph stood he could tell the man was struggling vehemently to keep a hold Phillip as he thrashed violently amid a tattered bloody mess of sheets. Arms and legs flailed in every direction-the combined sounds of snarling and teeth snapping echoed through the room with an occasional guttural moan thrown in; accompanied by various obscenities.
“Phillip stop!” Julian screamed at the top of his lungs as he fought to keep himself from being accidentally scratched or bitten. “Wake up damn it!” He shouted to be heard over the feral sounds coming from the tormented man below him.
Joseph rushed up on him in a blur. “Let go of him Julian!” He commanded as he reached down to take hold of Phillip’s wrists. When he forced Julian to release his grip, he noticed the man’s forearms were splattered with blood. On first glance he couldn’t tell if there were wounds beneath the red liquid streaming towards Julian’s hands. “Are you hurt?” He asked; not sure whose blood it actually was.
Obviously in shock, Julian stuttered, “I don’t think so,” as he stared down at the blood covering his tanned skin.
“Julian move!” Joseph instructed-and not a moment too soon. As Julian’s gaze turned from his own blood stained arms to Joseph’s dark eyes, Phillip’s knee flew upward and connected with Julian’s chest, sending him stumbling backward. He fumbled to correct his footing but instead landed flat on his ass beside the bed. “I told you to move.” Joseph smirked. He struggled to keep his hold on Phillip; his mighty hands slipping due to the slick coating of blood on his arms. “Is this your blood or his?”
Julian didn’t respond right away.
“His…I think.” He finally mumbled-still stunned and breathless from the blow Phillip’s knee had delivered to his chest.
“Focus Julian!” Joseph barked.
A bewildered Julian shook out his head. “He might have nicked me a time or two but I don’t think he drew blood”.
Once sure Julian was at no risk of bleeding to death, Joseph redirected his full attention to the matter at hand. He knew from past experience that in order to stop Phillip’s brutal behavior, he needed to awaken him from his nightmare and make damn sure he fed soon there after. He grasped both of Phillip’s wrists with one of his large hands then placed the other over the man’s sweaty brow. “I know you can hear me Phillip.” He spoke sternly; “You need to wake up!”
Phillip hissed and bore his fangs; his eyelids fluttered. Joseph used the power of his mind just enough to rouse him back to reality. Within seconds, Phillip’s heavy rasping breaths calmed and changed to shallow barely audible pants.
“Welcome back.” Joseph cautiously released his grip on Phillip’s wrists. In his unconscious state, Phillip had been totally unaware of the chaos he inflicted on the men who were trying to keep him from tearing himself to pieces. His sweaty tattered body shook uncontrollably. He clutched his aching ribs and shifted to sit upright at the head of the bed.
“How bad was it?” Phillip’s voice was raw.
“Actually, not too bad this time. But I think you scared the piss out of your brother.” Joseph looked over his shoulder at Julian still slumped on the floor.
“Julian? What the hell is he doing here? I didn’t hurt him did I?”
“Take it easy.” Joseph warned as he eased Phillip’s shoulders back to rest against the headboard. “He’s a big boy; he can take care of himself. But for the record, I don’t think you caused any permanent damage.”
“Thank God.” Phillip leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He wiggled the fingers on his right hand and became aware of a warm stickiness where it clung to his aching ribs. He glanced down-his palm was covered in blood. The sight and smell of fresh blood; which normally would be considered appetizing to a vampire nauseated him; he gagged violently, barely able to hold back the bile that rose in his throat. The bloodlust painfully tore through every inch of his body; a haunting reminder of his need to feed yet he denied himself.
Joseph began to pace the room, picking up shredded pieces of clothing. “I swear to God Phillip, you’re costing us a small fortune in new clothes each month. It’s getting frustrating as all hell!” He complained. “This shit has got to stop!”
“Instead of yelling at him you could try helping him Joe!” Julian came to his brother’s defense.
“And just what do you know of it Julian?”
“I know he needs to feed and he won’t…so why can’t you help him?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, it’s me who’s been force feeding your brother for quite some time now. It’s not my fault he has a fucking death wish!’”
“Hey guys!” Phillip said with panic in his voice. “I think I could use a little help here.” But the two men were too busy arguing to hear a word he said. Phillip’s head fell forward onto his knees. “Will you two bastards please stop yelling at one another? My head is pounding enough already!”
Fisted clenched at his sides, Joe opened his mouth to respond.
“Hey!” Julian interrupted as he shuffled his feet back towards the bed, “You ok?”
“Do I look ok?” Phillip’s entire body shuddered. “I feel like shit!”
“Yeah, you look like shit too but it’s not the first time.” Joseph called from where he stood in the doorway, “Now get cleaned up and dressed. I need you both at the club in a few hours. Don’t forget we have a show tonight gentlemen.”
“Yeah, yeah...” Julian complained; more concerned with his brother’s physical condition and fragile emotional state than the band’s upcoming performance.
“I can’t take this shit anymore.” Phillip raked his fingers through his damp blonde hair. The excruciating pain cursed through his weary body like hell fire. His hands shook uncontrollably; his limbs ached. “I don’t think I can even stand, let alone hold my guitar and perform.”
“You can and you will!” Joseph insisted coldly.
Phillip nodded his head meekly then cautiously slid his tattered body towards the edge of the bed. When he attempted to stand, his knees gave out and he nearly collapsed; Julian caught him around the waist and noticed that the numerous gashes across Phillip’s chest were still seeping fresh blood.
“What about the mess on his chest? He can’t go out looking like this-it’s gross.”
“He’ll be fine by time he gets to the club. His wounds will heal quickly. That’s one of the advantages of our kind. Have you forgotten so quickly Julian?”
“Oh yeah, I guess it’s still gonna take time to get used to, with Phillip I mean.”
“Understandable.” Joe nodded.
“Will you two stop talking about me like I’m not in the room?” Phillip barked. “I’d like to clean up before I get dressed. But I’m gonna need some help.”
“Sorry.” Julian helped him to stand.
“Hurry up gentlemen!” Joe called out before he closed the door behind him.
“So, same dream? The same girl? The one with the gorgeous body, killer eyes and those full luscious lips?” Julian asked with lustful curiosity.
“You’re horrid, ya’ know that?”
“Aw c’mon man!” Julian teased. “You can’t blame a guy for asking. I still don’t have a girlfriend, remember? So, give it up. I want details.”
“Yes…it was the same girl.” Phillip admitted as Julian helped him take a few steps. “But there wasn’t as much sex as the last time. It was more violent.”
“You mean like S&M?” He joked as he took baby steps across the floor with Phillip’s arm draped across his shoulders.
“No you pervert…it was horrible!” Phillip took another labored step. “I killed her Julian…drained her dry. It was way too real. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
“Ok, but it was just a dream.” Julian re-adjusted himself to get
a better grip on
Phillip from around his back, “Now…back to
the sex part.”
“For God’s sake Julian!”
“Sorry bro’…I can’t help it!” Julian apologized as they headed towards the bathroom.
“Sometimes I really worry about you.”
“Why?”
“You’re so morbidly fascinated by all these nightmares of mine. It’s not normal.”
“You can leave out the blood and gore. It really doesn’t do anything for me if that’s what you’re worried about. I just wanna hear about the girl-and the sex.”
“I don’t understand what all this is supposed to mean.” Phillip removed his arm from around his brother’s shoulder and braced himself in the bathroom doorway. “I don’t even know who this girl is but she plays a major part in these freakish nightmares…it’s getting so I can’t close my eyes without seeing her face.”
He made slow cautious steps into the bathroom then rested against the edge of the sink and turned the knob for hot water. He took a moment to examine the physical damage he had inflicted upon his own body. His once perfectly toned muscular torso was now a tattered bloody mess of matted chest hair and deep open gashes-tiny streams of fresh blood streamed down towards his groin. Upon further inspection, he noticed his arms were covered in jagged scratches and tiny scattered bruises-possibly inflicted by his brother as he struggled to put an end to Phillip’s earlier brutally destructive tirade.
Phillip shook his head-utterly disgusted with himself. Not only for his gross self-mutilation-from which he knew he would soon recover-but for his unforgivable violent behavior. He wasn’t convinced the scars from those emotional wounds would ever heal. Once the water had reached the proper temperature he rinsed the blood from his forearms and chest-wincing in pain as the tepid water seeped into the numerous open gashes-stinging his flesh.
Julian grabbed a towel from a shelf on the wall behind them. “So we find this girl, whoever she is, and you two live happily ever after. End of story.”
Phillip switched the knobs on the sink from hot to cold and cupped his hands beneath the tap. After filling them with the cool water, he leaned over and splashed his face several times. “Nice thought.” He sputtered; his face dripping wet as it hung over the sink, “But if it were that easy do you honestly think I’d still be in this morbid situation?”
“Well I hate to say this and correct me if I’m wrong but from what Joe told me you wouldn’t be in such a desperate situation if you would just accept what you are and get on with your life.” Julian handed him a soft white towel.
Phillip buried his face in the towel, “Get on with my ‘life’?” He growled into it then came up abruptly-tossed his wet blonde hair back off his face and glared at Julian.
He continued to dry off his torso; carefully patting the towel over his rapidly healing wounds then tossed it roughly to the floor.
Julian swallowed hard. “Sorry... I meant death…eternity…immortality--whatever!”
Phillip turned away without as much as a word. He leaned against the edge of the sink and gripped it so hard his knuckles turned white. Every muscle in his arms flexed painfully, reminding him of the damage he had recently inflicted upon himself. “Need I remind you that I didn’t want to die in the first place?” He hissed. “And if my immortality depends on sucking blood from a stranger or drinking it cold from a bottle camouflaged as wine then just kill me and be done with it!”
“No! It doesn’t have to be like that!” Julian stormed out of the bathroom.
“Oh really…?” Phillip followed close behind. “And what do you know of it? Tell me Julian! Enlighten me because I’d hate to think I’ve been torturing myself for so long when all the while my dear brother had a simple solution to this pain and misery!” He shouted sarcastically. “So c’mon, tell me! What would you have me do?”
Julian paced pensively across the room. “Ok, if you’ll calm down and cut out the sarcasm I’ll tell you what I’ve figured out.” He walked to the closet and found a pair of black leather pants and a clean black linen shirt for Phillip to wear. “For months now you’ve been denying yourself of what you need to survive.” He offered him the shirt. “You scarcely feed and as far as I know, you haven’t been with a woman in what, almost a year…is that right?”
“Neither have you.” He hastily grabbed the shirt from Julian’s hand. “Well the woman thing I mean…but go on.”
“Bastard…” Julian flashed him a nasty look. “No need to remind me of my lack of female companionship. We’re talking about you for the moment.”
“Right, sorry.” He smirked realizing his comment struck a nerve, “Carry on.”
“Why haven’t you done anything about it?”
“And just what do you suggest I do Julian?” Phillip scowled as he painfully slipped an arm into the sleek black sleeve of his shirt. “Bed as many women as I can and when we’re through having sex I roll over and ask, ‘Oh and by the way…have you ever thought of living forever with a handsome bloodsucking guitar player?’
“Of course not…” Julian scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous!”
“Or perhaps I should take out a personal ad. How’s this; Handsome blonde vampire seeks young beautiful brunette with which to share long walks, candlelit dinners and…oh yes, romantic nights curled up by the fire while sharing a bit of blood.” Phillip announced sarcastically. “That would have them really beating down my door, dontcha think?”
“Now you’re starting to piss me off!” Julian scolded.
“Well, then how do I go about it?” Phillip contorted in an attempt to reach the opposite shirt sleeve just out of his grasp.
“First of all you need to feed when the hunger first arises.” Julian moved in closer and caught the flailing sleeve. “You’ll be no good to any woman if you meet the true death before you can find her.” He grabbed his brother’s wrist and helped him slip his arm into the empty sleeve then carefully fit it up and over his shoulder.
“Then what…?” Phillip adjusted his shirt collar.
“Drop the self-loathing attitude.” Julian slapped him on the back. “You’re not a bad looking guy; use it to your benefit. Flirt a little-show off a bit when you’re on stage. Who knows maybe you’ll even get lucky!”
“If all I wanted was to get laid Julian I’d just go out and do it.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“Because-I don’t want just sex…” Phillip insisted as he slipped into his black leather pants, “I want more than that!” He angrily zipped up his fly.
“Well then we just have to keep looking.” He alternately kicked Phillip’s black leather boots across the floor towards him.
“That could take forever.” Phillip reached down to the floor and slipped his foot into one of the boots.
“And your point is?”
Phillip struggled with the second boot, “I can’t… wait… much longer.” His voice strained as he slammed his heel down hard into the soft black leather.
“I hate to remind you Bro, but you do have all eternity.” Julian stated calmly with a hint of remorse. “I’m sorry, but it is the truth.”
“I know.” Phillip released a pensive sigh, “But I don’t want to live forever if I have to spend it alone. Why can’t you understand that?”
“I do!” Julian sat down beside him, “and I’ll help however I can. You’re my only brother Phillip and I don’t want to lose you. Just promise me one thing though.”
“What’s that?”
“When you do find her, ask her if she’s got a friend for me?”
Phillip laughed then clutched his still healing chest wounds.
“Well, if you’re feeling a little more steady now, I’m gonna head out to the club for a few pints before the show, ok?” Julian pushed himself off the edge of the bed.
“Sure. I think I can handle it from here. I’ll meet you there shortly.”
“Well, don’t take too long or Joe will send the cavalry out looking for you.” Julian scoffed. “You know how he gets.”
“I know all too well.”
Julian paused in the doorway. “Oh and please don’t forget to drink some of that”, he pointed to the tall glass bottle Joe had earlier placed on the nightstand.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Phillip complained. “Christ Julian, you’re beginning to sound like Joe!”
“Well, Joe might be a royal pain in the ass sometimes but in this case he’s right. Unless you want to consider the alternative, I think you had better listen to him.” Having said his peace, Julian left his brother alone, trusting he would do as he was told.
For some reason-unbeknownst to Phillip-a long suppressed desire had suddenly been awoken from somewhere deep inside and threatened to rear its ugly head. Maybe it was his vampire instinct- or perhaps the violent nature of his recent dream still fresh in his mind. Phillip tried to suppress the overwhelming hunger coiled deep within him but the mere thought of warm fresh blood passing over his lips forced his fangs to punch out through his gums. His hissed a low curse through those rapidly protruding fangs and glanced at the bottle of cold blood sitting on the table beside him. “Not tonight,” he muttered; his gut tight with revulsion at the mere thought of ingesting even the smallest of sips.
When he heard the roar of Julian’s car engine leave the property, Phillip grabbed his jacket off a nearby chair and headed out; desperate to seek out his salvation in a warm, willing host- as long as he didn’t lose his nerve.
Chapter Two
Katarina placed a cigarette between her lips and searched through the scattered mess atop the table for her lighter. From out of nowhere a man’s hand quickly appeared in front of her face holding a lit match. She jumped back in her chair-startled by his sudden appearance-she hadn’t even seen him coming. .
“Sorry.” The young dark haired waiter spoke in a smooth sensual tone. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He gazed at her through the black fringe of hair that partially hid his eyes from her view.
“It’s ok.” Kat replied; her voice barely a whisper. She cupped her hand around the dancing flame. After she took a hefty drag of her cigarette to insure it was lit she blew out a narrow cloud of smoke to extinguish the flame. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure...” He tossed the matchbook onto the table beside her then walked away. Silently she mouthed the word written on its cover, “Graphica.” It was printed in raised crimson letters that gave the appearance of being written in wet paint. “Or blood.” She mumbled as she stared intently at the name.
“So then, what shall we do with the rest of our evening?” Nina asked.
No response.
“Hey Kat…” She shouted across the table. “What’s wrong?”
“I was just wondering what this meant?” Kat showed her the matchbook.
“I have no idea…why?”
“Just curious.”
“Why don’t you ask our handsome waiter then?” Nina took a quick look inside the restaurant and noticed he was still leaning against the bar, staring at Kat from a distance. “He seems quite taken with you.” She motioned with her chin.
To her surprise and dismay, Kat glanced back into the bar and saw he was indeed staring straight at her. When she met his eyes, she noticed they were eerily dark in color-darker than she had remembered them being only moments before. An icy chill suddenly ran up her spine- she quickly turned away.
“What’s the matter? You look like you’ve just met eyes with the devil himself.”
“I feel like I have.” Her voice cracked.
“I think he’s kinda cute. You need to loosen up a bit.”
“Oh please!” Kat scoffed. “That kid’s barely 18 if he’s a day and I’m not into jail-bate. If you think he’s all that then why don’t you make a play for him.”
“Not my type.” She gave him a quick once over. “I like my men with a bit more meat on their bones. And what’s with his hair? It looks like someone took it to him with a weed whacker; tufts of hair sticking up in every which way.”
“You’re terrible!” Kat did her best not to laugh out loud. “That’s the look most kids go for these days or haven’t you noticed. Guys wear tight girl’s jeans, eye liner and their hair styles, not to mention their hair colors. Their tastes are a bit…eccentric.”
“Eccentric? That’s putting it nicely.”
“Oh…but just a moment ago you were encouraging me to…”
“Shh.” She interrupted, “Here he comes now.” Nina smiled as she watched him approach. But Kat stared down blankly at the ashtray set in the center of their table- took a tiny drag then butted the cigarette out nervously.
“Is there anything else I could do for you lovely ladies before I bid you goodnight?” He asked; all the while his attention directed at Kat, who was doing her best to ignore him.
“Well, as a matter of fact there is.” Nina reached for the matchbook.
Kat grew anxious- her palms began to sweat as she frantically began to gather her belongings from the tabletop-silently praying Nina would just shut the hell up.
“My friend and I would like to know that this means?” She showed him the matchbook.
“Graphica is a local night club. I pull late night shifts there.” He stated proudly. “You ladies should stop by and check it out.” Before either of them had the chance to respond; their ‘barely legal’ waiter reached into the back pocket of his tight, low-slung jeans and produced two tickets to the exclusive club. “Here ya’ go.” He handed them to Nina. “My boss Joe is the club’s owner and his band is playing there tonight. They put on an awesome show.” Once again he focused his attention at Kat. “My shift here ends in about an hour then I’m working there ‘til closing. My name is Kyle-you can ask for me at the bar.”
“Alright Kyle.” Nina placed the tickets into her purse. “Maybe we’ll see you there later. Thanks for the tickets.” She waited a moment or two until she was sure he was out of earshot range then turned to Kat. “What’s gotten into you? You were so rude.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be. But I just got this really strange vibe off him. I don’t know what it is, but something’s just not right.”
“You are so paranoid! He does seem a bit taken with you though. I swear you could have slapped the poor boy silly and he still would have given us those tickets. As a matter of fact, I think he would do almost anything just to see you again.”
“Great.” Kat rolled her eyes. “That’s just what I need; some androgynous Goth wannabe following me around some club like a lost puppy.”
“Oh nonsense, he’s harmless. He’s just got a momentary hard-on for an older woman. You should be flattered.”
“You’re horrible!”
“I know, I know.” Nina laughed. “But I say we go check out this club. It might be fun. And I promise to protect you from your little ankle biter, Mrs. Robinson.”
Though Kat found no humor in the situation, she thought for a moment then decided the worst she would probably have to do was let her barely legal admirer buy her one drink to satisfy his lustful curiosity. No harm, no foul. “Just promise me that no matter what you won’t leave me alone with that guy for even a minute, ok?”
“Promise…” Nina crossed her heart.
After they paid their tab, the women exited the restaurant and blended into the crowded city streets. After wandering around aimlessly for what seemed like hours, they realized they probably should have asked Kyle for directions to the club. Kat expressed a frustrated sigh then tossed her half-smoked cigarette onto the sidewalk and crushed it with the blunt toe of her black leather boots. “This is stupid! We don’t even know where the hell we’re going and my feet are killing me .Let’s just get a cab…please?”
“I suppose you’re right.” Nina agreed. “Oh…here’s one!” She quickly hailed the taxi as it pulled around the corner. The two women piled into the backseat and informed the driver of their destination. With a bit of noticeable reluctance, the driver flipped on the meter and headed for Graphica.
~ ~ ~ ~
It had been months since so many people had waited in line to see Joe and his band “Slang” perform. When he pulled his sleek black Mercedes up to the curb, he glanced through the tinted windows and saw what looked like hundreds of people lining the sidewalk, anxiously awaiting his arrival.
“Damn.” He uttered in amazement and shifted the car into park. Not that he minded in the least; quite the contrary. Joe had always prided himself on being the center of attention, but as of late, he was content with simply being able to draw any crowd at all. A turn out such as this was, to say the least, unexpected. He opened the driver’s side door and before he had both feet on the ground a female voice cried out, “That must be him!” Followed by what sounded like dozens of women clamoring in excitement as they rushed on the club’s entrance.
He made his way around the front of the car and headed straight for the front door but his path was suddenly blocked by a busty blonde who had broken free from the crowd. Draped head to toe in black leather; she pressed her ample breasts up against his torso. “You can suck my blood anytime handsome.” Her plump red lips dripped with eagerness.
“And just what makes you think I’d want to do that?” Joe’s deep voice lilted with laughter.
“Well…you are one of them aren’t you?” The blonde traced her index finger along the strong line of his jaw.
“One of whom…?” Joe played along.
“Oh stop teasing me.” She reached up and caught a strand of his golden hair between her fingers. “I know what you are and it sort of turns me on.”
“Is that so?” He practically groaned; his dark eyes paid particularly close attention to the fluttering vein in her neck just below her ear.
“Um hmm...” She nodded and bit her bottom lip. “I’m not afraid of you.”
Joe neared her face. He breathed in and immediately recognized her feminine scent as it blended perfectly with her sweet perfume. More importantly, he recognized another tantalizing scent- the scent of fresh blood.
Immediately aroused by her proposition, he felt the mounting pressure of not only his fangs as they threatened to appear; but of parts low in his body. Since Joe viewed mortal women as weak and vulnerable; their sole existence to serve him in more ways than one, he was barely able to control the urge to sink his teeth deep into her eager flesh.
“You should be.” He warned as he took her by the wrist and replaced her arm down at her side. She swallowed hard and remained motionless as she watched him walk away. His ankle length black leather coat waved behind his long muscular legs as though he were moving in slow motion. Other women called out to him but Joe ignored their advances; laughing to himself as he entered the club.
“They’ve been lining up for hours.” The male voice was a familiar one. “What the hell did ya’ do Boss…take out a personal ad?” Seated on a barstool just inside the doorway was Lucas, head of club security. With his muscular tattooed arms crossed over his broad chest, he looked more of a menace than an ally.
“Not that I’m aware of.” Joe smirked. “I thought you had the night off?”
“I did.” Lucas replied with a hint of aggravation. “But Max called me in when this shit started”, he motioned with his chin to the assembled crowd. “He thought we might need extra security tonight.”
“So I see. And where is ole’ Max tonight?”
“In your office…waiting.” Lucas smiled.
“For what…?”
“You…”
“Has Phillip arrived yet?”
“Haven’t seen him, but Julian is.”
“What else is new?” Joe’s rolled his eyes and took a step inside.
“Hey Boss…” Lucas caught him by the shoulder. “What about that smokin’ blonde with the double D’s?”
Joe knew exactly to whom he referred. He pondered for a moment.
“Keep an eye on that one for me will ya? She might just come in handy later.”
“A bit of late night entertainment?” Lucas grinned wickedly.
“Or midnight snack…”
Chapter Three
“Aw, c’mon ya’ limey bastards, I’m losin’ my shirt here!” The handsome young bartender shouted as the opposing team scored yet another goal. “I got nearly a week’s wages bet on this damn game!” He continued to swear in his thick Irish brogue.
Dozens of inebriated patrons occupied the barstools surrounding him as wells as the nearby tables, their eyes plastered to the enormous T.V screen that hung just above the bar. A hometown-favorite team was losing their soccer match; much to the dismay of their obvious fans. The boisterous mob continued their verbal assault as they threw back their pints of beer and shouted obscenities at the announcer delivering the commentary.
“You better fess up now Nigel!” A middle-aged woman with bright red hair shouted from her seat at the corner of the bar. “I, for one would love to see that!” She announced with a flirtatious wink and a sexy pout from her lipstick smeared mouth.
The playful banter continued as more rowdy woman began to chant, “Take it off!” Unable to resist their taunting, Nigel egged them on. “So ya’ want it off, eh?” He teased, flashing his deep lavender eyes. Suggestively, he gradually un-tucked his dark blue
T-shirt from the waist of his tight blue jeans and raised it just enough to reveal several inches of his rock hard abdomen.
“All the way off!” Another woman screamed, followed by a lewd cat-call.
Nigel took a hefty swig from his mug of beer; slammed it down onto the counter then took an unexpected leap up onto the bar. The women howled even louder. With a hearty laugh, he flipped his head back and sent his shoulder length blonde hair cascading back off his ruggedly handsome face. He flexed his biceps and began to roll his hips; immediately whipping his female admirers into a frenzy. They clamored over each other; shoved several agitated male patrons aside in attempts to reach the bar, stretching their arms as far as they could in an effort to grab hold of their sexy tormentor. Within minutes, Nigel had several eager females pawing at his calves and ankles, practically knocking him off his feet as he continued his performance.
He removed his shirt fully to reveal a perfectly tanned torso and broad tattooed shoulders and the roar of his female audience intensified. Some waved dollar bills at him-others shouted illicit offers for sexual favors. Nigel pranced atop the bar like an exotic dancer until he spotted the tall dark outline of a man headed his way.
His demeanor changed immediately and the plastered smile washed away from his face. He leapt down from the bar and hastily pulled his t-shirt back over his broad shoulders; much to the dismay of his overanxious fans. They moaned in unison and begrudgingly retreated from their earlier stampede towards the bar. Nigel quickly tucked his shirt back into the top of his pants as the man approached the bar with slow, determined steps. He took one last quick swill from his beer then swiped the back of his hand across his chin. “Evening Joe...” He stuttered.
From the look on his employer’s face, Nigel could tell he wasn’t pleased with his behavior. Without speaking a word, Joe raised his dark eyes to meet Nigel’s for a moment then proceeded to peruse the crowd of gratuitous females who were still making their ill-favored retreat. “Since when have we provided erotic entertainment?” He redirected his attention back to Nigel. “I don’t recall exotic dancing listed on your resume. Is that one of the many talents you neglected to inform me of?”
The handsome blonde cleared his throat. “Ah, no Joe…sorry. Just got a bit carried away. It won’t happen again.”
“See that it doesn’t Nigel.” Joe warned, “I don’t need to have one of my employees brought up on charges of indecent exposure. Are we clear?”
“Perfectly.”
“Good. Now that we’ve gotten that little fiasco taken care of, I’m looking for Julian. Lucas said he was here.”
“Yeah, he’s here.” Nigel leaned forward onto the edge of the bar and pointed to the back of the room, “He’s at his usual table.”
“Is he alone?”
“He was last time I noticed; didn’t seem all too happy about it either!”
“Thanks.” Joe scoffed. “And Nigel- try to behave yourself.”
~ ~ ~ ~
Phillip led his female companion further into the darkness of the alley. Her shaky stiletto heals clicked along the pavement as she strutted alongside him. “I’m gonna make you feel so good Baby.” She purred against his shoulder, “Just you wait and see.”
She followed him around to the side of the building until they reached a large dumpster. Phillip whipped her scantily clad body around to the side of it and pinned her back up against the hard brick wall. “So ya’ like rough, eh? Well that’s gonna cost extra.” She slurred as she reached down and grabbed his crotch. “Let’s see what we can do about that.” She crudely fumbled with his zipper.
Take her. The beast within him growled as Phillip struggled to focus on the scent of her blood rushing through her veins. Instead he found himself nauseated by the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke that lingered on her breath and in her matted blonde hair.
“There we go.” She placed her cold hand on his swollen flesh. “Give it to Candy, handsome.” She stroked his hardening length.
Though mildly aroused by the physical contact, Phillip remained silent and emotionless while his hunger rapidly escalated. His insides were being ripped apart- the bloodlust threatened to take him over. His breathing quickened the longer and harder she stroked. What are you waiting for? You must feed!
“I can’t.” He breathed out.
“Sure you can.” She assumed he was speaking to her.
Phillip roughly grasped the nape of her neck and tilted her head to the side. Intense pangs from a long ignored hunger slammed through his entire body. His gums ached when his sharp fangs neared the surface; his hands trembled as he pushed the hair away from her throat. Phillip tensed. A muffled growl escaped his lips.
“Yeah …that’s it.” She encouraged as her hand slid up and down his erection.
His fangs elongated when his hungry mouth neared the spot where her blood flowed. Do it! The razor sharp tips barely grazed her flesh when Phillip suddenly lost the will to bite down.
“C’mon Baby…you’re almost there.” The sound of her nicotine damaged voice coupled with her crude fondling of his flesh forced bile to rise in his throat. His desire to feed wasn’t strong enough to withstand the unsatisfying hellish encounter he was subjecting himself to.
“Can’t…do…it…” He breathed out as his erection slowly waned. But the inebriated female continued her attempt at pleasuring him for several moments longer then finally gave up. Phillip hung his head in disgust; which she mistakably took as embarrassment.
“It’s ok Baby.” She slowly sank to her knees. “I have another idea.”
“No…don’t!” He withdrew and took a step back.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She stood abruptly and adjusted her clothing. “Never knew a guy who’d turn down a blow job!”
Phillip zipped his fly and began to pace in anger-back and forth like a caged animal. Filthy whore! His rage intensified the longer she ranted on.
“Maybe you’d rather have some guy sucking your dick…is that it you freak?” She took a bold step forward and came face to face with what was no longer a man.
Phillips eyes had dilated to deep black pools ringed with fire. His elongated fangs dripped with saliva when his hunger transitioned into something darker and much more dangerous. She had incensed him to the point where only the taste of blood would sate the beast he fought to keep hidden. He grasped her by the throat and took long, demanding strides forward until he slammed her back up against the cold, hard brick once more. The beast within him growled ferociously as he held her fast, several inches above the ground, her feet dangled wildly. Take her blood…now!
She attempted to scream, but the hold Phillip had on her throat was too intense. Her arms flailed in every direction as she struggled to claw his face, chest or any body part she could reach. After several moments, Candy finally weakened and her body succumbed to his torment. Phillip leaned in and raised his dark demonic eyes. “I assure you I prefer women!” He hissed through his protruding fangs. “You simply disgust me. You are a pathetic excuse for a female”, he growled against her cheek.
“Please… don’t... hurt me!” She choked out.
Phillip stared into her terrified eyes and in their reflection saw what he had despised for far too long. He had, in that moment, finally become the bloodthirsty monster he fought so vehemently to keep hidden from the world.
Her plea was soon silenced when he sank his fangs deep into her throat. Warm blood flowed smoothly down his throat, sending a sudden rush of energy through his entire body. More! More! He shuddered with renewed strength as her blood cursed through his veins; quenching his overwhelming thirst and sating the beast. He took only enough to satisfy his immediate hunger then withdrew from her flesh. He licked the wound to ensure it would heal quickly; leaving no visible trace. Candy cringed in fear when he raised his hand and placed it gently across her forehead.
“Please forgive me.” He whispered and used his powers to vanquish the memory of what had just transpired between them.
With her eyes clamped shut, mascara stained tears streamed down her face as she mumbled a silent prayer for mercy. Phillip released her; confused and disoriented. When she finally dared to open her eyes-he was gone. She scurried from the alley and headed off into the darkness.
Phillip emerged from the shadows and slammed his back up against the wall. Fool! You know you wanted more! You and your damned death-wish! Angrily he cupped his hands over his ears; a feeble attempt to drown out the voice in his head. . Though he was becoming more used to its vocal presence, he still despised its very existence. He despised what he had become; loathed the means by which he had to sustain himself. His eternity had become a cold, unjust death sentence for a man who was once human. He cursed the beast and his own failure.
“Only one salvation,” he mumbled as the darkness threatened to drag him under. “Must find her…soon.”
~ ~ ~ ~
The taxi came to a sudden halt nearly a block away from the entrance to Graphica.
“Why are you stopping here?” Kat called from the backseat.
“This is as far as I go.” The driver replied. “I don’t want any of those weirdoes getting in the back of my cab.”
“Oh for the love of Pete!” She huffed and delved into her purse in search of her wallet. “Hey Nina do you have change for a …oh, never mind.” Kat finally pulled out the correct bill and handed it to the driver. “Here!”
Nina had already exited the cab and stepped out onto the street.
“I knew we should have just gone back to the hotel, gotten our rental car and driven ourselves.” Kat complained as she scooted across the backseat. “Hey…wait up!” She called out when she noticed Nina had already made it to the sidewalk.
While she attempted to catch up with Nina, her cell phone rang from somewhere deep inside her purse. “Now what?” She paused at the curb to dig through its contents.
Nina was several yards away, near a tall gated fence and looked back over her shoulder. “I’ll be waiting right here.”
While she stood alone and waited for Kat, Nina heard a muffled groan coming from the alley just beyond the fence. “Is someone there?” No one answered so she took another step closer and swore she heard the sound again.
Crouched in the shadows, Phillip clutched his abdomen as the gut wrenching pain hit him like a searing knife being twisted deeper and deeper. The blood he had ingested was not nearly enough as far as his inner beast was concerned and it fully intended to punish him for disobeying. His hunger remained; weakening him to the point where he could no longer stand.
Nina approached the chain link fence cautiously and peered into the darkness on the other side. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Her gentile voice carried softly into the alley and finally reached Phillip’s ears.
From just beyond the gate, safely hidden from her view, he watched as she drew closer. When Nina took her final step, the light from a street lamp high above placed her in glowing view. It’s her. Phillip’s breath caught. “Angel…” was all he could manage before the darkness came.
Kat flipped her cell phone closed and walked over to where Nina stood peering through the fence. “I swear, I can’t even go on a god damn vacation without being bothered.” She huffed, “Were you just talking to someone?” She leaned forward to see what had caught Nina’s attention.
“I thought I heard someone moaning back there. But now it’s stopped.”
“Well if there were someone moaning back there I don’t think they’d appreciate being interrupted.”
“I don’t mean that kind of moaning; it sounded like they were in pain or something.”
“Hey, whatever turns you on.” Kat raised an eyebrow.
“That’s nasty.” Nina scowled. “Besides how would you know? Don’t tell me you’re into that sort of thing?”
“What sort of thing? You mean rough sex…the whole pain and pleasure thing?”
Never tried it. But then again, I’ve never trusted anyone enough to want to.”
Nina didn’t know how to respond so she chose to ignore Kat’s comment. “Alright then…let’s just get inside and see what’s so great about this place.”
The entrance to the club was blocked by dozens of young scantily clad women; each one of them begged and pleaded to be allowed access inside as if their lives depended on it. As they forged past rows of people, Nina glanced to her right and noticed a colorful poster displayed on the side of the building. It was an oversized advertisement for the band scheduled to perform that evening. The man depicted on the poster was dark and mysterious; ruggedly handsome in an unnatural sort of way. She tugged on Kat’s arm and pointed to the colorful image. “Look at that. He’s pretty hot!”
Kat stared intently into the eyes of the man portrayed on paper, immediately intrigued. “If he sings as good as he looks we’re in for quite a night!”
They eventually reached the door and ducked behind an enormous security guard who was too busy yelling into his headset to notice them; only to be stopped by Lucas, who was waiting just inside the doorway. Towering over them, he appeared to be at least several inches over six feet tall. His jet black hair pulled tightly off his face and secured in a braid that traveled halfway down his broad back. His enormous, muscle-bound arms were covered in full sleeves of colorful tattoos. He wore a tight white t-shirt and a pair of weathered black leather pants with silver tipped leather boots. Small silver hoop nipple rings shone through the understated sheerness of his white t-shirt. He looked them over from head to toe.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” Lucas sneered.
“Hi there…” Nina flashed a sexy smile. “We were just trying to get inside.”
“So is everyone else Sweetheart.”
“Yes I know.” She poured on her feminine charm. “I was wondering if maybe you would let us in so we could find a table close to the stage. That way we might be able to order a drink or two, get settled in before the show.”
“The show doesn’t start for nearly an hour.” Lucas stood his ground. “How would it look if I let you two lovely ladies in early and made everyone else wait out here?”
“Please? I promise not to tell a soul.” Nina crossed her fingers over her heart but it wasn’t her heart that caught Lucas’s eye as he watched her delicate hand intently.
He contemplated for a moment or two then quickly ushered them inside. “Alright, alright…off with ya’! But if I catch hell for this, it’s your lovely ass I’m coming after…understand?”
“Perfectly...” Nina winked and dragged Kat inside.
Chapter Four
Joe found Julian just where Nigel said he would be. Sitting alone at his usual table; throwing back pints of Guinness like he hadn’t had a drop to drink in weeks. He looked so lonely even Joe almost felt sorry for him. At five foot ten with brown wavy hair that barely touched his shoulders and warm chocolate brown eyes, Julian was a sensitive, attractive, well-built man, nearing thirty. Joe saw no reason why he had such a hard time finding female companionship. Maybe he was just trying too hard.
“Hey Joe...” He raised his half empty glass.
“Good evening Julian.”
Julian poured the last few frothy drops of beer into his glass. “Care to join me?”
“I think you’ve had enough.” Joe took the empty bottle from Julian’s hand and slammed it down onto the table. “Have you seen Phillip?”
“He said he’d meet me here but sorry to say my dear brother has eluded me once again. I just figured he was with you.”
“If he were with me I wouldn’t be looking for him now would I?”
“Guess not. Oh, but I did see Max though. He’s waiting for you in your office.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“If I see Phillip, I’ll be sure to send him your way.” Julian waved over to the waitress. “Oh and if you happen to see any young beautiful single women, would you send them my way please?”
“I’ll think about it.” Joe shook his head in disgust. “And you should think about switching to coffee. We go on in an hour.”
“Will do!” Julian mockingly saluted.
Joe entered his office to find Max seated behind his enormous mahogany desk. Max was not only Graphica’s co-owner, along with Joe but doubled as the band’s manager. He was also Joe’s oldest and dearest friend in addition to being the closet thing he ever had to a father figure. Though nearing sixty, Max was as tough as they came. Standing at a meager five foot four with what was left of his rapidly depleting hair a blending of white and silver-gray. His round cherub like face edged with a neatly trimmed goatee. Max was a wise mouthed Irishman who took shit from no one; no matter their stature or disposition. His loyalties were to himself and Joe-end of story.
The pint sized Irishman’s feet barely touched the floor as he reclined in the large black leather chair that had obviously been designed for someone a little less vertically challenged. His feet swung back and forth like a child on a park swing as he barked instructions with a heavy Irish accent into his cell phone. He was too engrossed in conversation to notice Joe had even entered the room.
Joe circled the perimeter of his office as he patiently waited for Max to finish his heated conversation. He took a few moments to peruse the artwork that lined the walls, admiring the wide array of paintings he had so proudly acquired over the years. Joe always had impeccable taste. His office was tastefully decorated in richly colored, deep earthy tones with numerous antique pieces of furniture whose ages ranged from 25 to nearly 200 years.
Each piece was carefully chosen by Joe himself. From the hand carved mahogany desk and bookcases to the armchairs and matching chaise that were covered in deep shades of maroon and olivine velvet. Not the typical décor for a near century old rock star vampire. But then again, Joe had never been accused of being your typical anything, let alone rock star or vampire.
Just as he straightened the Picasso to his left, Phillip entered the room, guitar case in hand; looking much better than he had earlier. “Well, well, look who decided to grace us with his presence.” He teased. “You’re fairing well my friend. I see your wounds have healed nicely, as they always do, and from the swagger in your step I assume you have fed recently?” He made the latter statement more of a question in hopes Phillip had finally coming to terms with his reality.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Phillip flopped himself down onto the chaise at the far side of the room.
“I’m proud of you Phillip.” Joe walked towards him. “But why must you always be so negative? It makes for a very long, boring eternity. You should try being a little more accepting of your situation and just roll with it like I do.”
“My situation…is that what you call it? How about calling it what it really is for once Joe-my life?”
“Correction my tormented friend but don’t you mean ‘death’?”
“Exactly…” Phillip fumed, “I am no longer one of the living and neither are you. How can you be so cavalier about that fact? Did your mortal life mean so little to you that you can just forget all t you knew and just …”
“Just what…?” In a heartbeat Joe towered over him; glaring down at Phillip with venom in his eyes. “Accept what I am and do what I must to survive? Or would you rather I carry a death wish like you so you would have someone to commiserate with?”
Sorry, but that’s not my style!”
As Phillip searched for a quick defensive response, Max intervened. “Sorry to interrupt you Joseph but I’ve just been told of a situation I think you should be aware of.”
“Not now Max!” He replied angrily.
“Just the same…I think you had better hear me out before the authorities get here and you hear it from them.”
“Have they found another one?”
“Yes… I’m afraid so.”
“Where?” Joe’s jaw tightened.
“In the park, just beyond the market place-that’s only several blocks from here.” A look of worry washed over Max’s face.
“I’m quite aware of that Max.” Joe began to pace. “Was the cause of the death the same as the others?”
“From what I’ve been told, yes and this doesn’t look good Joseph. It’s only a matter of time until they come sniffing around here.” Max took cautious steps in approaching him. “Perhaps it’s time we went back to England.” He touched Joe on the shoulder, “Just until they find who is committing these heinous acts.”
“I will not run and hide!” Joe growled. “I have done nothing wrong! Only the guilty run and I’m not guilty of anything. This is the fucking 21st century! The days of lynch mobs and burning our kind at the stake are long behind us.”
“I know that Joseph. But there are still those who believe your kind are blood-thirsty killers. When the details of another murder are plastered all over the news the city will panic. They’ll be looking for someone to blame. Unfortunately there’s a good chance they’ll accuse you or possibly even Phillip, guilty before bothering with a trial. They’ll believe you are the same as Mal…”
“That was fifteen years ago!” Joe cut him off. “Malachi was a vicious murderer. He and his demonic coven are long gone. They’re all dead Max! Their charred remains were amongst the ruins when this club burned to the ground.”
“But tales of their brutality are not soon forgotten.” Max reminded him. “To this day there are those who still believe some of his followers escaped Malachi’s fate. There are even those who might dare to believe that you are one of them. We have all heard the rumors surrounding this place since it re-opened. Whether they are truth or not will not matter to some.”
“I alone fought the element that nearly destroyed this city when Malachi walked the streets!” Joe’s hands fisted; he forced his mind away from the dark memories of that fateful night. The night he had forsaken all he had for his one chance for vengeance. He watched with great satisfaction as the once powerful ancient Malachi and his evil coven were transformed to a mere pile of ash and smoldering debris. “I saw to his death personally! Not only to protect the people of the city but for what had he taken from me! They have nothing to fear from me!”
“What about Elijah?” Phillip quickly interjected. “He’s known Joe for years and he could prove to be a powerful ally.”
“Elijah won’t be able to help us if things get out of hand.” Max replied.
“But he’d never let them convict Joe of anything with concrete proof.”
“He owes me!” Joe fumed.
“That very well may be Joseph. But if these murders continue without any solid leads even Elijah won’t be able to help you. They’ll never believe him. You’ll find him hanging in the noose beside you.”
“So what would you have me do Max?” Joe stormed towards the window. “Flee to my homeland before they come knocking on my door, stakes in hand to take me to trial?” His strong hands gripped the window’s ledge so tightly the wooded frame cracked.