Chapter five: Your dreams, my fantasy


“I have a problem.” Adrian admitted stiffly. He could just see his Brother’s smirk. “Do tell.” Mael said and he was smirking when he spoke. “I have a girl who knows what I am. Worse yet, she is marked and I cannot seem to remove it.” Adrian explained. There was a pause on the other end of the phone before Mael spoke again. “… You marked a girl, you?” He asked with a stifled laugh. “It’s not funny. The girl is suffering from it. I somehow bonded her to me and then… forgot.” Adrian admitted.

“You are not a fledgling, Adrian. You know how to remove a mark…” Mael stifles another laugh. “But a bond... there might be a problem with that.” Cassy went wide eyed when she heard her Husband’s words. She mouthed silently, “Are you kidding???!!!” Mael shook his head and grinned broadly at her. “Can you help me or not?” Adrian snapped finally. Mael cleared his throat. “Bring her over and I will see what I can do. But you know… you are avoiding the easy answer, little Brother.” There was a cackle on the line then the phone hung up.

Adrian grimaced and clicked his phone off. “Bastard…” He muttered under his breath and grabbed his shirt from the arm of a chair and put it on. There were so many things to do and only one thing he wanted to do, aside from sleep, he wanted to follow Abby home and give her a nice dream for once. “Listen to yourself… what the hell is wrong with you?” Adrian scolded himself and decided the best thing to do would be to check out the race track for anything involving that Vampire drug.

With a heavy sigh, Adrian put his coat on and boots and left the venue to work. His father had once told him that he was the protector of mankind and no matter how hard he wished it was not his fate, there was nothing he could do to change it. In a way his father was right, whether he liked it or not, he had a conscience with a loud mouth and it always said the same thing; do what you think is right.

The track was dark and empty and with the authority of the divine, Adrian slipped inside without any trouble at all. The night guard on duty wouldn’t see him on camera and no alarms would be set off if no doors were touched. The only evidence on video would be a strange mist floating on the ground near the door.  He headed to the locker rooms first, to search Adam Vargas’ things. He was sure the police took most of what they thought was evidence but there were stones they might not have turned.

Adrian hoped he would find something in the locker, because if he didn’t, he would be heading to the morgue next. He read the names aloud as he walked, letting his finger slide along the metal, there was no worry of leaving finger prints after all. Vampires didn’t have any. It reminded him of a terrible incident when he was being questioned by the police after a member of his band was caught stealing equipment, they wanted to finger print him to eliminate him as a suspect. He started to smile at the memory. His brother had a horrible time clearing that up and it did involve removing the memory of several hundred police officers.

His finger paused on a certain locker; he didn’t look at the name and forced himself to keep moving. He finally found Vargas’ locker and stared at it intently before hearing a click in the lock, the door opened when he pull the handle. He searched the whole locker and sure enough, there was nothing left in it. “Shit…” He muttered and shut the door. He went back the way he came and paused again at the same spot he had before. He turned to look at the locker, it was Abby’s.

“You are an obsessed freak…but if I don’t search that locker, I will never get to sleep tonight…” He said aloud to himself. It did not justify what he was going to do but it did make him feel a little better. He did the same thing he did before to unlock the locker and then pulled it open. What he saw inside made his heart thump and his blood run cold. Hundreds of pictures of himself, adds, news paper clippings, silver crucifixes and about five books on Vampires. “…perhaps I am not the obsessed one…” He mused looking over the assortment of creepy items.

A twinge of guilt struck him. He had made this poor girl suffer for years and he had no idea she existed. Normally the giver of the mark was as affected by it as the recipient but he had felt nothing until he saw her on the TV, he knew why however. He was so disgusted by his Vampiric half that he denied all urges and feelings, so much so that he near starved himself so he didn’t have to deal with the lust it rose in him or the heady rush it gave. So he denied nature, did things his own way and now he was going to have to pay for it. But this time he had hurt someone else by doing so.

He shut the locker and headed toward the exit; he slipped out as easily as he slipped in and strolled leisurely across the parking lot as if he was just out for a walk. He had two choices now, he could go to the morgue, which he really did not want to do or he could go relieve the burning urge in his gut. “She only lives a block away…” He thought as his eyes searched the area. He started walking, his stomach growled, he hadn’t eaten tonight. He knew he should eat before he saw her but honestly he could not think of a more convenient situation. “Shame on you, Adrian…” He scolded himself.

The street was quiet; no one seemed to be out as Adrian strolled casually over rooftop to rooftop. He stopped on a building that was directly across from the apartment complex she lived in. He could see her through the window, she was dancing. “She seems happy enough…” He said as he watched. He guessed he had been expecting her to be lying on her bed crying or something. He had to get closer; he stepped off the roof onto a cable running from his building to hers. His hands were in his pockets as he walked with perfect balance across the expanse.

Once on the other side he jumped down and landed on the railing of her balcony, it was no more than two fingers wide but he perched easily on it like a bird. He began to feed her mind with pleasant thoughts, dragging her into a dreamy state so there would be no fight once she saw him, it would be as if she dreamed it… like five years ago. Her eyes closed and he made his move. The song she was dancing to was, Alice cooper’s poison… “How fitting,” Adrian mused. He took her hand in his and followed her lead from behind, letting their bodies touch and brush together.

She felt so warm, comfortable. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed deep, he couldn’t get enough of her scent. “You promised, I wouldn’t dream about you anymore…” Abby whispered letting her head fall back against his chest. Once again he reminded himself why this was a bad idea, she was in nearly nothing, underwear and an open shirt, he could see and touch anything he wanted and he wanted all of it. “This will be a nice dream… I promise.” He breathed into her ear. Her flesh was tingling beneath his fingers as he moved them down her arms, down her ribcage and over her hips.

“Please….” The words slipped from her lips so pleadingly it made his body go ridged. He was shocked at the reactions she caused in him, things he had never felt or wanted to feel before were flooding his body. He wanted to pull away as much as he wanted to melt into her; he wanted to feel that forbidden thing he locked away so long ago. He brushed the few stray locks of golden hair from her neck and pressed his lips there in a gently kiss. Abby groaned at the contact instantly as her body arched and shuddered from it.

Adrian had to hold on to his control but it was slipping fast. Her movements, her beguiling noises were making his body ache for more than blood and it frightened him to feel so ravenous for someone. But it did nothing to stop him. His hands slithered along her sweat dampened skin, took her breasts, touched and stroked them as his fangs sunk deep into her flesh. She was so hot to the touch, burning for him. The idea was intoxicating that she would be so moved by his presences. “You inspire me…little girl.” He whispered after licking the marks of his invasion away.

Abby went limp in his arms and he carried her to her bed and laid her down. He wanted to stay there with her; climb inside the warmth that called to him and never come out… he couldn’t imagine her brother would like that very much though. He knew of him from her thoughts he picked up from drinking.  He pressed a light kiss on her cheek and as he stood to leave he felt a slight pressure on his hand. She was watching him with half lidded eyes, her hair splayed around her head like a halo of gold and her hand was holding on to his. His breath caught in his throat.

“You… always… have to leave.” She breathed. “This will all be over tomorrow… Good night, Abby.” He said and let her fingers slip from his hand. He didn’t look back as he left, he couldn’t. His heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, there had only been one time before when that had happened and he swore it would never happen again. His body was still reeling from the transaction, his palms sweating and his muscles sore from the control he exerted to stop himself from drinking her dry. “What was I thinking… how could I have done that? God what’s wrong with me?” He ground out the words as he jumped to the next building. His cheeks were wet with black liquid showing his more monstrous side. “I have got to sever this bond…” Though deep in his heart, he wasn’t truly sure he wanted that.

To be continued in Chapter six: Meet the Devil