die?”
“Car accident.” It seemed a lifetime ago now, but had only been eight years. “How about you?”
“My dad had a heart attack when I was little. He was quite a bit older than my mother. My mom died last year. Lymphoma.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It was just the two of us for so long. I miss her.”
“You’re not alone anymore.”
“No, I guess I’m not. Thanks.”
Derek finished putting Billy’s clothes away, and left Billy on the bed, sorting through a box, as he headed down the stairs to leave. But when he opened the front door, the door knob slipped from his grasp and the door slammed shut.
He turned and walked into the living room to find Christopher leaning against a table, his arms crossed in front of him. Christopher wasn’t a favorite brother - a bit of a jerk. Tall, blond and lean, he’d been the son of the builder of all their homes in the 1920s, and Madeline’s conquest after she’d murdered his father.
“Billy wasn’t put in your house,” Christopher said. “He was put in mine.”
Derek didn’t respond.
“He’s not going to be your boyfriend.”
“No, I expect he won’t,” Derek replied.
“Don’t be bringing all your pussy model shit over here and rubbing all over him. Unlike you, I think he’ll take to this nicely. He has potential. But not if you don’t leave him alone.”
“Got it. He’s all yours,” Derek said, and turned and left. This time the front door worked.
Happy to be leaving the nest for the night, he walked over to Clara’s. She was sitting at her dining table with books all around her and her nose in one. She looked up when he came in the room and her smile melted his heart.
“I’ve been reading about vampires,” she said, before he covered her mouth with his.
She stood and immediately went limp in his arms and whimpered a little before grasping his hair with both hands and deepening the kiss. He was careful not to pierce her tongue with his fangs, and kept his urge to bite under control. He felt so confident with his control that he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom with her legs wrapped around his waist.
He set her on the bed and began to unbutton her top, removing it to reveal a white lace bra. She unhooked the back and pulled it off as she scooted back on the bed and lay down, looking even more beautiful than he’d remembered. He knelt on the bed and crawled up her body as her breasts beckoned him. He wanted to bite. He wanted to suck. Instead, he caressed a breast with his hand and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
He began to unbutton her jeans and she helped him, pulling them off along with her panties. As he pulled them from her feet, he bent down and kissed a foot, but even that was hard not to bite. She pulled her knees up and apart and he touched her, fighting with all his might not to put his mouth where his hand was stroking and fondling. Clara began to moan softly. He wondered if his fingers felt cold to her.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I know you do, baby.”
He thought of Terence’s words. He knew her love was real or his magic would work on her. She genuinely loved him and he was so grateful, especially now that he had become what he was – something so completely unlovable.
Clara reached for his jacket and t-shirt and he pulled them off. He stood and removed his pants, boxers, shoes and socks as well. She sat up a little on her elbows to watch him, her legs still spread. How am I going to do this? Concentrate. Do not bite.
He knew he would no longer have any need for a condom. He was dead – sterile, and no diseases could survive in his body.
“We don’t need a condom,” he said.
“Okay,” she replied, reaching for him.
He climbed onto the bed and into her. They both groaned at the sensation of cool flesh meeting hot and wet. He began to move, but every ounce of concentration was focused on not biting. He wondered how this could possibly work if this was what he had to fight every
“Car accident.” It seemed a lifetime ago now, but had only been eight years. “How about you?”
“My dad had a heart attack when I was little. He was quite a bit older than my mother. My mom died last year. Lymphoma.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It was just the two of us for so long. I miss her.”
“You’re not alone anymore.”
“No, I guess I’m not. Thanks.”
Derek finished putting Billy’s clothes away, and left Billy on the bed, sorting through a box, as he headed down the stairs to leave. But when he opened the front door, the door knob slipped from his grasp and the door slammed shut.
He turned and walked into the living room to find Christopher leaning against a table, his arms crossed in front of him. Christopher wasn’t a favorite brother - a bit of a jerk. Tall, blond and lean, he’d been the son of the builder of all their homes in the 1920s, and Madeline’s conquest after she’d murdered his father.
“Billy wasn’t put in your house,” Christopher said. “He was put in mine.”
Derek didn’t respond.
“He’s not going to be your boyfriend.”
“No, I expect he won’t,” Derek replied.
“Don’t be bringing all your pussy model shit over here and rubbing all over him. Unlike you, I think he’ll take to this nicely. He has potential. But not if you don’t leave him alone.”
“Got it. He’s all yours,” Derek said, and turned and left. This time the front door worked.
Happy to be leaving the nest for the night, he walked over to Clara’s. She was sitting at her dining table with books all around her and her nose in one. She looked up when he came in the room and her smile melted his heart.
“I’ve been reading about vampires,” she said, before he covered her mouth with his.
She stood and immediately went limp in his arms and whimpered a little before grasping his hair with both hands and deepening the kiss. He was careful not to pierce her tongue with his fangs, and kept his urge to bite under control. He felt so confident with his control that he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom with her legs wrapped around his waist.
He set her on the bed and began to unbutton her top, removing it to reveal a white lace bra. She unhooked the back and pulled it off as she scooted back on the bed and lay down, looking even more beautiful than he’d remembered. He knelt on the bed and crawled up her body as her breasts beckoned him. He wanted to bite. He wanted to suck. Instead, he caressed a breast with his hand and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
He began to unbutton her jeans and she helped him, pulling them off along with her panties. As he pulled them from her feet, he bent down and kissed a foot, but even that was hard not to bite. She pulled her knees up and apart and he touched her, fighting with all his might not to put his mouth where his hand was stroking and fondling. Clara began to moan softly. He wondered if his fingers felt cold to her.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I know you do, baby.”
He thought of Terence’s words. He knew her love was real or his magic would work on her. She genuinely loved him and he was so grateful, especially now that he had become what he was – something so completely unlovable.
Clara reached for his jacket and t-shirt and he pulled them off. He stood and removed his pants, boxers, shoes and socks as well. She sat up a little on her elbows to watch him, her legs still spread. How am I going to do this? Concentrate. Do not bite.
He knew he would no longer have any need for a condom. He was dead – sterile, and no diseases could survive in his body.
“We don’t need a condom,” he said.
“Okay,” she replied, reaching for him.
He climbed onto the bed and into her. They both groaned at the sensation of cool flesh meeting hot and wet. He began to move, but every ounce of concentration was focused on not biting. He wondered how this could possibly work if this was what he had to fight every
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