Chapter Eight
The moment Eztli first declared his love for her would forever remain etched in Angela's memory as one of the best moments of her life. Everything he did to her in the minutes and hours that followed, seemed imbued with meaning - from the way he tied her, suspended inside a large circular frame spinning some ten feet above ground, to the way he sliced the black leather dress off her, pausing frequently to pull her head back and kiss her neck, tenderly. Each time his teeth grazed her skin, she sucked in her breath expecting him to bite her, but he held back, showing an admirable level of restraint, for a vampire.
"Mmmm... Mmmm..." she moaned, wishing for him to take her, take her now. He only chuckled softly - and then, he started spanking her.
In contrast to the punishment that he had previously dished out to her, he was slow and gentle at first, stroking each ass cheek in-between slaps, and reaching between her legs every so and so, to check how wet she was. Turned on and as yet, unaware of the pain building up gradually, Angela panted and gyrated her hips to the rhythm that he set. Minute after minute, the spanking - come masturbation - went on, her arousal increasing all the while. When, at last, the skin on her buttocks began to burn, it caught her entirely by surprise, making her gasp.
"Please, Eztli! I can't take any more!" she begged, during another brief pause that saw his hand sliding between her legs and spreading her labia open deftly.
"Tut-tut, fräulein. What did we say my name was, from now on?" As he spoke, he removed his fingers from her slippery folds and transferred his attention to her derriere once more.
"L-liam. D-Degrand. Aaah! Fuuck!" she cried, because he was spanking her hard now, turning her ass cheeks red.
"Good. Now, say it again."
Angela did as he said, repeating the words over and over, one word for each loud slap.
"Liam! Degrand! Ah! Fuck! Liam! Degrand!"
Some thirty seconds - or sharp, stinging slaps - later, her shouts became incoherent, her hips jerking uncontrollably in response to the pain spreading through her buttocks. When that happened, he pulled out his hard cock and speared her from behind, mid-scream. He made love to her right there, in the air, with deep, vigorous thrusts that took her breath away and made the frame she was tied to swing back and forth on its chain.
"OhGod! OhGod! OhGod!" she cried, her pussy squirting fresh wetness around his hard length. Despite the discomfort of her red-raw ass cheeks, she was soon coming hard, vibrating all over with her head thrown back helplessly, against his shoulder. In the next moment, she felt him brushing her hair out of the way, gently. His lips were soft and intensely pleasurable as he kissed her neck once more, directly over her madly pulsing artery. Then he was biting down, just as she expected him to, all along - the act causing her excitement to spike sharply and her body to jerk inside its bonds.
"Mmmmm! Mmmm!" she moaned, as his sharp incisors pierced her, and her blood began to flow. "Mmmm.... Mmmm..."
Several adrenaline-laced moments later, she went limp and would have collapsed against him if not for the ropes keeping her suspended. Subdued most effectively, she remained silent for the rest of the session, listening to his groans of pleasure as he fed on her while fucking her hard and fast. Only when he finally pulled out with a wet sound, did she manage a soft whimper, whereupon he kissed her forehead and remarked with a laugh,
"Shh... no helpless little noises out of you, or you'll make me hard again. That's not normally a bad thing, except right now, we must go hunting. OK?"
She didn't really want to go anywhere, but she lacked the strength or the inclination to argue. Silently, she drank from his wrist when he offered it, before nodding in agreement. Fast forward ten minutes - the time it took for him to untie her and select a new, sexy leather dress for her to wear - and they were cloaked in darkness, streaking through the night sky on their way to the hunting grounds. Relaxed in the protective circle of Eztli's arms, Angela gazed at the city lights and thought how beautiful they looked. The journey passed quickly in this way, so that she was surprised when they started to descend, in a part of the city that she did not recognize.
"Where on earth are we?" she asked, gazing in distaste at the ramshackle buildings and narrow, grungy-looking alleyways devoid of any signs of life. He laughed indulgently while replying,
"The same place I took you to, the first night we went hunting together, fräulein. It just looks different to you, from the air."
She confirmed the truth of the statement for herself, after noticing the dried blood on the pavement beneath their feet.
"This is the exact spot where we killed all those men," she said, her nostrils twitching.
"Indeed, fräulein. Although I think you'll find, I killed most of them." He gave her a smile, then took her by the hand. "Come, their friends have been out looking for us, and we don't want to disappoint them."
With a rising sense of apprehension, Angela let him pull her along, an easy thing to do with his energy enveloping her. They glided together until the next street corner, where he finally allowed gravity to assert itself and their feet to touch down. Immediately, she wanted to stroll forward, but he stopped her with a gentle tug.
"Keep still," he whispered, his eyes swiveling sideways, in the direction of the main street. Thus forewarned, she stayed put and a few seconds later, she heard voices in the distance, arguing amongst themselves.
"Must we waste another night searching the streets, T? The a-holes that killed Marty and the others are long gone by now." The voice sounded whiny, the way children sometimes did when complaining to their parents.
"Shut your pie-hole, Rico, or go home. None of us will miss you," a second man replied. He sounded gruff and full of self-importance, like a leader whose patience was wearing thin.
"We won't miss him, T," a third man piped up, cautiously, "but he does have a point. I mean, it's been a few days now and we ain't seen no trace of 'em. Chances are..."
"Did I ask your opinion?" the second man said. "Y'all can fuck off, as far as I'm concerned. Me, I'm gonna keep looking for my brother's killers, cause it's bleedingly obvious the cops ain't doing shit about it!"
They didn't speak for several moments, then someone said, "Hey, why don't we split up? We'll cover more ground that way, and it'll stop us arguing. What do y'all say?"
Angela was too preoccupied with their conversation to notice Eztli looking at her. At the touch of his hand at her elbow, she jumped then gazed up at him questioningly.
"Scream, fräulein," he said, his pale blue-grey eyes flashing. She didn't understand what he was asking, at first. So, he helped her by grabbing her arm and releasing a bolt of energy into her, similar to that produced by a taser or a cattle prod.
"Aaaaaaaah!" she screamed, jerking against him violently.
"Why the f... did you do that?" she squeezed out, when she was able to speak once more.
He gave her a look of incredulity, before replying, "Because I wanted you to scream, fräulein. Did I not ask you nicely first? Only, you failed to oblige me for some reason."
She wanted to tell him that screaming wasn't something she did on command, but the words stayed trapped in her head, obliterated by the sounds of multiple, heavy footsteps drawing near. That was when she understood that he had used her to draw the mob to them, rather than allowing them to disperse, as they were planning to do. It made no sense to her, no sense at all. Who in their right mind would choose to invite trouble on themselves, in this way?
"Really, my dear, you mustn't underestimate me," Eztli said, under his breath. "Or yourself, for that matter."
Still with his hand on her arm, he pulled her backward swiftly, taking them deeper into the alleyway, from which they had come. A split second later, the first of the young men rounded the corner and paused briefly, at the very spot they had just vacated.
"Pass me the damn flashlight, now," he barked at the men coming up behind him.
Oh, shit.
Angela thought, after observing the guns in their hands.
We're in trouble.
"Nein, fräulein. It is they who are in trouble," Eztli whispered in her ear. And with that, he was gone, moving over the group like death himself, ripping out the throats of the first few victims before they knew what was happening.
"Shoot! Shoot dammit!" someone shouted, shrilly, as screams rose through the still night air, followed by the sound of bodies hitting the pavement. Only a few shots were fired in the wake of the desperate cry, with most of the bullets ending up lodged in the bricks and mortar of the surrounding buildings. Possessed by the red haze that swept over her at the first whiff of blood, Angela did not even try to dodge them. Instead, she leapt onto the back of the man nearest to her, intent on satisfying her hunger and striking further terror into their prey.
Her chosen victim was much bigger than her and managed to scream for help when he felt her sharp incisors puncture the side of his thick neck. Being bigger, however, didn't make him stronger, the way it might have done when she was a mere human. His attempts to throw her off were weak at best, particularly as he had only seconds to act. That was how long it took for Angela to drain him of a significant portion of his blood, and for his knees to give way. She let him fall and moved onto her next target without a pause, ignoring the mayhem around her and the occasional stab of pain from someone punching her in the back.
A short while later, she raised her head from her third kill for the night to find a couple of gun barrels pointed at her head. The cold hatred in the eyes of the men holding them signaled murderous intent, despite which she felt no fear - a fact she attributed to her being in 'hunt mode' and thus, cut off from her own emotions.
"How are you still alive?" the first of the men asked, making her frown.
"Who the hell cares," the second one quipped, in a shaky voice that she recognized as that of the gang leader, 'T'. "Just blow her brains out, that oughta do it."
He was still speaking when Angela moved, her self-preservation instincts taking over. After rolling away too fast for the human eye to track, she looked behind her to see Eztli swooping down on the pair, his handsome face distorted by rage.
"Iugulare eos!" he growled, while slicing at the men's throats in a single, sweeping motion of his hands. Twin fountains of alizarin crimson sprayed forth from the long gashes his wicked nails left behind, covering all three of them liberally. Grievously wounded, the two gangsters stared at him in stunned silence, their guns dangling uselessly in their hands.
"You're probably wondering how you are still alive," Eztli said. He paused to wipe some of the blood from his face and lick it off his fingers with obvious pleasure, then went on, "The answer is, of course... you're not. Right now, your brains are still functioning, but you won't stay that way for long. Ten, fifteen seconds, and it'll all be over. Take my word for it. I've seen it happen a million times. More, actually, now that I think about it."
