A difficult day
The men looked at each other nervously, their flatten noses, scars and physical bulk betrayed the fact they were former Special Forces. They never said whom for, but from their accent people would guess Eastern European. Generally at this point people cared more about the gun pointing at them than to inquire further. Used to working at night they hated the fact it was noon and were feeling very exposed in the daylight. The boss had said it had to be daytime and he was not someone even they argued with. Normally life for them now was dull; security work, keep the boss safe, but occasionally their more specialised skills were called upon.
The Ford they were driving slipped down the side of the convent building and into the quiet parking area that lay beside it. Pausing to look at each other, but not speaking, they both opened their car doors. It was hard to say if they were friends. There was definitely respect between them. They knew they had each other's backs, but perhaps friendship in their line of work would be a mistake. However, there was a shared telepathy from their training and the operations they had done, this made them a very efficient team.
Breaking in to the Convent was easy, especially as they already knew it was empty. The job had to be done now because the nuns were away for the day. Once in they had to think on their feet, to make a plan, but as they looked around they realised they were in luck. There was a gas supply, so that was easily the best way to do it. The building and everything in it was old and ill kept. There was lots of old furniture too, that would burn very well. They were in and out in no time, preparing the area and testing the charges as only professionals can. It would look like an accident.
A mile away from the village they finally relaxed, called the boss and told him the job was done. They were certain no one had seen them.
In the Comet it was now mid afternoon and I should have been enjoying my daytime rest, but I was awoken suddenly by the most unbelievable pain
It came completely out of the blue with no warning at all. I was absolutely crippled by it. It was excruciating. I think I thrashed about for a while, finding it unbearable, before passing out.
Looking back the only thing I can compare it to, was when as a human, I hit my thumb with a hammer during some DIY. One minute I was bashing the last nail in and then wham the pain was so over whelming that I literally saw stars. You know like they do in cartoons? Ice, painkillers, screaming, nothing could stop the agony. I literally did not know what to do with myself!
As a human you have the comfort of knowing help is always near by, whether just for comfort or for medical issues. Of course with my thumb I did get help and eventually the pain became bearable. As a vampire when you are in trouble you are alone. What do you do? You can't call an ambulance.
Eventually I must of drifted back to sleep, but an unrelated thought kept appearing in my head.
"It was not an accident."
When I finally woke up properly I was exhausted and unsure whether it had been a dream or real. Sarah was there, one of my brides always tried to be there at wake up time, making sure I had everything I needed for the night. Often we would make love before I went hunting, but I was too thrown by my "dream" for that. Again that message was there in my head.
"It was not an accident."
For now I parked that thought realising I was very hungry, in the back of my mind was the terror that the pain would return.
Pulling Sarah towards me I pushed her patterned black and white V-neck top off her left shoulder, pulling her bra strap with it. She eagerly co-operated loving the fact I was going to feed from her. I pushed her blond hair out of the way as I bit her. Her hand pushed my head into her neck, as she moaned in delight. I wanted to drain her, her blood tasting so good, but I forced myself to stop and instead told Sarah to find me someone else. This night I had no energy to hunt for myself. The joy of owning the hotel and having my Sarah running it for me, was victims were easy to find. Sarah kissed me on the forehead, told me to wait there and that she would sort it out.
A little later she returned with a lady who Sarah told me was a new receptionist. I shook hands with Sandy as she was called, my eyes locked on hers. She was quite stunning, Mediterranean looking with black hair and dark eyes. Sandy was about 5 and a half feet tall. I wanted her immediately and could tell my silent persuasion that she wanted me too, was working.
In my mind I ordered her to undress. Sandy face showed surprise, she nervously looked at Sarah before reluctantly stripping to a white bra, white knickers and white stockings. Stockings rarely did it for me, being a bare-leg man but these white holdups on her olive skin turned me on. So I made her leave them on and also told her to put her white shoes back on.
My eyes took all of her beautiful body in, she was lovely, but my hunger was so overwhelming that I immediately grabbed her and bit her neck. This drink from her and the earlier one from Sarah would take the edge off my thirst. Sandy was such a turn on I wanted to screw her without my hunger getting in the way.
Finally releasing her I sat on the sofa motioning for her to sit beside me. I felt some of my tiredness lifting. Sarah at this point finished tidying up Sandy's discarded clothes and quietly left us to it.
Sandy went to speak, but I put my finger to her lips and she fell silent.
Using my left hand I stroked her cheek and hair. She smiled at me and ran her hand down my chest. We kissed; quick short kisses at first, before longer and deeper. While we kissed she ran her hand over my chest and legs. My hands running through her soft silky hair.
I pulled her left bra strap off her shoulder, cupping her breast through the white lacy material before slowly pulling the cup away and running my hand across the hardening nipple. Holding the back of her neck I kissed her again. Her hand had now found my hardening cock and she was rubbing it through the material of my trousers. Her touch was amazing and my erection was already pushing against the restriction of my tight trousers. Her left hand reached up and gently pulled my hand away from her neck as she interlocked fingers with me. I reached down kissing and sucking on her breasts. I loved her dark olive skin.
She moved to lean back onto the sofa lifting her leg up and over me so I was between her thighs, as I turned sideways to pull her knickers off, tossing them onto the floor. Watching her intently I rubbed the flat of my hand across her pussy as she smiled back at me, her fingernails gently running up and across her breasts. She reached up and pulled my head down between her legs and using my tongue I slowly licked her clitterous as she guided my head with her hands. She began to moan. Moving back up her body I kissed her one more time.
Pushing me into position where we were both sitting up she continued to rub my cock through my trousers. She helped as I removed my shirt, her hand rubbing across my stomach before she held my face and kissed me. She ran her fingers down my whole body before resuming rubbing my erection, pausing; she undid my belt, button and fly. A smile across her face she ran her hand down into my trousers and pulled my cock out. Leaning over me she began to suck it, moving vigorously up and down. I rested my hand on her back as she gave me an amazing blowjob. I leant back lost in the pleasure of it. She paused briefly slowing rimming the tip with her tongue and giving me another wonderful smile.
I could wait no more I pushed her onto her front, removing her bra and entered her from behind. Supporting myself with one hand on the back of the sofa and one holding her waist I fucked her with long slow strokes.
She began to gasp. Wanting to enjoy her legs and feel her stockings I moved her onto her back and entered her again. Making her lift her legs into the air behind me. I fucked her faster and faster, using my waist to push in as hard as I could. Pausing occasionally to lift myself off her and run my hands up and down her legs. The stocking material was very erotic to the touch, her beautiful shapely legs helping to make the whole thing such a turn on. I especially loved the feeling of the tight muscles in the back of her thighs as I stroked them.
She began to moan, "yes baby. Yes baby."
Pulling me back down she wrapped her arms around my back and held me tight. I licked and nuzzled her neck. She briefly dropped her left leg to the floor as I bit into her, harder than before. The shock of the bite made her gasp and lift her legs up again. I drank deeply as we both came. It had been a wonderful fuck and all the blood I had taken that night had made me feel more like my old self again.
The words, "it was not an accident," appeared in my mind again.
We lay together for a while gently kissing and then stroking each other's body and holding hands. Turning her onto her back I took another long drink from her before Sarah arrived to help her dress and leave. Sarah had sensed I would drain this one more than usual so Sandy got to have the rest of the night off to recover.
Leaning back on the bed in the warm after glow of the fuck I was surprised to find Millie also coming to my room. Millie was now a Detective Inspector as with my help she had solved a good many cases. A telepathic master is a good thing for a policewoman to have. Today though she looked worried and so I sat up.
"I have some strange news," she said. "The convent in your old village has burnt down. Looks like a fault with the gas supply. There were the remains of three people found in the building. Nobody knows who the deceased are, as all the nuns were away. I fear it could be..."
At this point she stopped.
"You think it could have been The Countess, April and May," I said reading her mind. Both wives knew all about my turning and what had happened to me at the convent. The Countess had threatened me, but had not made any attempt since I fled to contact me, and had kept paying me the income she had promised. My feelings were pretty mixed as I considered the idea that she might be dead.
The words, "It was not an accident," came back into my mind, not to mention the pain and agony of the day before.
"Oh god," said both Millie and Sarah together, as they read what was going through my mind about my interrupted rest and the message.
"You think The Countess was calling you?" They asked.
