Call out to the Dead

I went back to my room denying Jo’s offer of drinks in the kitchen while we waited. I had to think about all of this. I was protected by vampires now and they’d made some magical sort of contract to agree to it. I thought this ritual gave them freedom but now I was worried they were bound to me. Would that cause resentment? They knew what they were promising didn’t they? I didn’t even know so how could I be resented for it?

There were too many variables and my mind just kept going round and round with them. Spinning it all down to the most insane thing like a centrifuge just designed for making me crazy.

Facts were; it was over, we’d all done what needed to be done and it was too late to undo.

“What are you thinking about?” This was the one time I wasn’t shocked by Michael’s sudden appearance.

I didn’t turn to look at him instead I stared at the wall as I had been. “Nothing.” I spoke listlessly.

I felt his hands on my waist first -just a warning- before he slipped them all the way around to hold me lightly and rested his chin on my shoulder. “That is the oldest lie I can remember.”

Of course I chuckled. “You’d know wouldn’t you.”

His voice soft as a whisper, “Yes. Tell me.” It was hardly a request.

“Are you all bound to me?” I asked quietly. “I thought you’d all be free.”

His grip around me tightened only as reassurance. “We are free. You have given us that. We are bound only out of gratitude. That is nothing we will hold against you. We’re not stuck with you we can leave, we just promised to assist you should you ever need us. Don’t even think about it anymore.”

His words were more of a comfort than I could even understand. I embraced the comfort his arms tightly wound around my body. Maybe it was so comforting because he never said what I realized only in retrospect; my; life was only a blink of time. I’d freed them for the rest of eternity.

I felt the touch of his lips against my neck. My body shivered with the sensation and I tilted my neck to give him better access.

It had been so long since I’d been in any sort of relationship. My last relationship wasn’t a great memory. Not like the guy was abusive or anything it was just a stupid desperate knee jerk reaction to my parents death. I just needed to feel less alone. The whole 6 months of the relationship I just waited for the emptiness to pass. It never did.

I just let the warm feeling sweeping through my body take me over. It was a feeling you just relished.

His hands left their protective placement around my waist to fall on my hips pulling my body closer to his. He kept going higher up my neck lightly scraping his teeth against my skin as he went before he made it to my earlobe. “You saved me. The only woman who’s ever saved me was a woman I was supposed to kill.” He chuckled lightly obviously enjoying the irony of it all.

Michael’s hands drifted back up to the buttons on the coat undoing them with ease before gently pulling the coat off my shoulders letting it slip to the floor. His hands returned to my hips lifting me like over the coat between us. My feet hit the floor and he turned me to face him pulling grabbing my jaw and bringing my lips to his.

This was a kiss brimming with passion. His hands dropping from my face to the small of my back to pull me closer and my hands grabbing fistfuls of hair tightening my hands around the hair the closer he pulled us.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the both of us wanted. Even if I didn’t fully understand what had really transpired to change the feelings I had about the vampire before me. I couldn’t even begin to fathom how I’d gone from perfectly rational fear to this whole wanting to hump the guy with fangs… I’ve always had a flair for putting things in the most vulgar fashion. It was like I turned into that empty-headed twat from Twilight.

I had to assume he had the same question in his head when he started protecting the prey he’d been stalking. Of course think of that only left me with more questions. Questions were something I didn’t have the space for in my head right at that moment. There were always too many questions and not enough answers or actions with me and Michael.

Tonight was a night of action. It was already in the cards. I could see that without the slightest bit of psychic know how.

His hands had already managed to unhook my strapless bra through my slip. It had happened so quickly I hadn’t even noticed until I felt the thing fall against my feet before I kicked it away. His palms were pushed against my shoulder blades pulling us even closer still travelling higher to pull the straps of my dress off my shoulders to free my body from its black sheath.

The dress wasn’t even off me yet, his fingers still slowly dragging the straps down my arms, and I realized I was soon to be mostly exposed with him standing there fully clothed.

I had to start gain ground of my own. My hands then slipped down his shirt to undo the few buttons that were actually buttoned.

Our lips broke while I shoved the shirt off his shoulders and I could stop my unoccupied mouth from asking yet another question. “Why didn’t you dress up like the rest of the guys?”

“Everyone practices rituals differently, darling. This is how I’ll show them up.” He said with a confident smirk as he finally let the slip fall and grabbing my hips pulling us back flush to each other.

Our chests both bare and pressed tightly together, his skin cool enough to harden my nipples. The smirk travelled higher up his lips and he lifted me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and attached our lips so we could keep with just the simple actions and not muddle through anymore questions.

He moved us to the bed his body on top of mine my legs still keeping our hips connected creating friction for the fire. He was the only thing I could even think about. Him being there, touching me, and the fact that the sun wouldn’t drive him away from me for 6 hours. I wanted to enjoy every moment of that time with him.

His hands ran over my legs, over the fishnets, teasingly just to drive me crazy I was sure. Then his fingers started snapping the squares one by one. I was wrong that was the teasing. The calloused fingers going over every centimeter of my thighs agonizingly slow was near punishment.

He removed his lips from mine and they started their grand tease expedition. Slowly he kissed down my jaw to my neck where he lingered kissing every spot he could think to and slowly –as that seemed to be the only way he knew how to move- licking up every vein that struck his fancy.

My breath was jagged, gasping little gasps as all this stimuli had my whole body gear up to 11 and every sensation was amplified.

Then as he started kissing down my chest he decided to talk as his lips would break from my skin. “People used to use fishnets to keep vampires out. We’re so compulsive we have to undo the knot of every square between us and where we want to be.”

Well that explained the destruction of my stockings.

“But the delay they put between us and them tends to just make us more eager to make everything happen in our sweet time.” Never had old death talk been such a turn on. He was announcing he was going to make me beg for the whole thing to happen. It was a damn good thing we had the time.

It was a promise he more than came through on. The agony proved quite worthwhile in the end.

I was glazed in a light sweat laying against his cool body appreciating the nice chill against my hot skin. A light smile adorned my face as his hand ran though my messy hair.

Words weren’t required between us in that moment we were content with the silence of the room. The moment was too peaceful.

My eyes had started to close and sleep attempted to swallow me whole. I was in that half sleep daze when I was separated from Michael’s cool body and his shouts started.

It was all so sudden that I didn’t even understand the words flying. There were a whole host of vampires holding him down and his howls of anger made everything clear up faster in my brain.

One of the vampires tossed the black and red robe to the vampire that had me in its vice-like grip. She wrapped it around my body before tossing me over her shoulder and leaving without a word.

The last thing I heard was Michael screaming, “I will get her back! You will not get away with this!”

A night of perfect freedom and passion turned to a disaster.

Then the good old horror movie film rules return to mind; Never have sex or you die first.