Longest Days (The Firsts) (11 page)

As he entered a small dining area with four people already seated and talking amongst themselves, a plump local woman with a huge smile looked up.

“Daniel, you’re out of bed!”

Well,
she
knew
him
.  He guessed he really was that drunk.  He bowed comically.

“What’d I miss?”

“Breakfast.  But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

The local woman looked like she could eat
him
.

Daniel smiled at the others while he took a seat.  They gave him odd looks, he did a few double takes, shrugged, and looked at the limited menu.

CHAPTER NINE

Tamesine was giggling.  It annoyed the shit out of Alvin.  Not that she would ever know.  She might be annoyingly childish, but he knew she could send him to vampire hell in seconds.    He was intolerant, but not stupid.

“Tamesine, why don’t we get out of here?  Take in the sights tonight?  Get a good dinner down by the docks?”

She looked up from where she was playing with a pair of puppies on the floor.

“Splendid!  I’ll just put these cuties on the second floor until we get back.”  She called the pups and they raced after her as she climbed the steps slowly enough for them to follow.

Alvin turned away.  “Dogs!” he said, disgusted.  This powerful vampire had been an extraordinary find.  It put his mission back on track. But at any moment it could go back off the rails because she was just so fucking unstable.

She’d dressed super-fast, and flew down the stairs in an overly tight sundress with six inch heels and a ridiculous hat.  Which wasn’t necessary since it was night.  But Alvin expected her to dress and act strange, and she certainly didn’t disappoint. 

Racing up to him, Tamesine grabbed his arm and curled hers around his.

“I’m ready, Alv.  Let’s hit it.  I told you, I’m in the mood for some cock tonight.  How about we get a lovely couple and have a twofer on the beach?”

“Splendid idea.  Keep it all in the family.  I’m in the mood for a blonde again.”

“Lovely.  Let’s see what we can find on the marina.”

It took only twenty minutes to get to the boardwalk.

Tamesine enjoyed walking linked arm and arm with Alvin, sort of like they were a normal couple.  She’d spent most of the past centuries of her life alone except for her human blood meals.  It was nice to have a partner.  Alvin wasn’t supremely handsome, but she liked him a lot.  She saw a nice future for them.  Suddenly, she felt like humming a tune.   Then Alvin looked at her funny, so she quieted down and just walked along the busy walkway, looking at the little shops full of souvenirs and various clothing items that usually tempted her.  But tonight, she was satisfied to just smile at the other couples, and pretend she was just like them.  Normal.  Human.  She muffled a laugh. Human.  Like she’d ever been that.  Like she had any idea what it would be like to be so fragile.

Alvin saw a young couple dressed in bathing suits just ahead.  The guy was built like a Mack, with strong legs shown off in short shorts.  He was as bleached a blonde as the woman smiling up at him.  She was pretty, in an offbeat sort of way.  He looked up at Tamesine.

“How about it?” 

Tamesine tilted her head in the juvenile way he had already come to expect.

“Hm. Yeah. I like him.  Really muscled thighs.  I think I’ll drink from him there.”

“I thought you might like him.  Let’s do take-out.  Down to the beach.”

“How nice.  Yes.  I want some wine, too.  I’ll grab some while you get them.  Be right there.”

Alvin walked up to the couple as Tamesine disappeared.

“Excuse me, do you have the time?”  he asked, and as soon as they looked at him, he compelled them to follow him.  They walked down to the beach, around a large boulder, back beyond the crowds, and then he vampire-speeded first the girl, then the guy down the beach so distant, no one could see or hear them.  Moments later, Tamesine arrived with a bottle of red wine and some candles.

“Oh, Alv.  This is wonderful.  It’s such a lovely night for a picnic.   Here, you open the bottle and I’m going to go lick my dinner.  I can’t wait.”

Alvin popped the top off the bottle as Tamesine compelled her young man to lie on the sand and leaned over him.  She’d already had him remove his clothes.  And her tongue was already licking him near his groin.  Alvin looked away.   He usually preferred women, himself. 

Although he’d drunk from men before, it was rare.  He wasn’t as sexually cavalier as his companion.   He’d been a vampire about fifty years, and was still as traditional as he’d been all those years ago when he was still human.  The sex, it was the only part of being vampire he loved. 

He looked at the young woman who was sitting quietly on the beach watching Tamesine working near her man’s genitals.  She was compelled to stay there, but he knew she could still feel the terror of watching him compromised and wondering what would happen to them in the end.  He walked over to her.

“You two will be alright.  We just want to play a little, get a little blood, and we’ll send you back to the docks.  What is your name?”

She looked up at him with watery eyes.  Aw, he hated when they cried.

“Stop that.  Don’t be afraid.  What is your name?”

“Pansy.  Penelope, but everyone calls me Pansy.”

“Okay, then, Pansy.  Remove your clothing.” 

She stood up and began to drop each item until she stood naked in front of him.  When she tried to cover herself, he clicked his tongue.

“Stop that.  Keep your hands down.  I want to look.  Turn around.  Slowly.”  He leaned back and watched her rotate, enjoying her excellent young body.  He glanced at Tamesine, who was doing the same.  Yeah.  He actually did like this double teaming.  It was very satisfying and he found he was quite the voyeur after all.   He told the girl to sit down and turned to watch Tamesine mount the man on the beach.  His own cock was fully engorged now, and he crawled closer to watch her ride the man until they both screamed in release.  He found his own hand around himself and he brought himself to climax too.   Turned out, he didn’t need the young girl at all.

A little while later, with the couple sent safely back to the docks, completely unaware of their experience with the vampires, Alvin and Tamesine shared the bottle of wine.  They lay on the sand and watched the nearly full moon reflecting on the glistening water.

“When are you going to tell me what you are?  Why you are so powerful?”

She rolled up on her side and perched her head on her hand. 

“Now?  Why not?  Now is a good time.  Have you ever thought about where vampire’s come from?”

“Not really.  Not much.  Why?  Do you know?”

Tamesine laughed.   It was a pretty laugh, not annoying like her giggle. 

“Yeah, I know.”  She threw herself over on her back again and peeled off her halter top.  “Do you think I could get a moon tan?  I kind of miss that.  Anyway, Alvin, I was not made vampire.  I was
born
vampire.  I’m an original vampire.  All the rest of you
made
vampires…you come from my people.”

Alvin was stunned. 
Born
vampire?   He stared into the darkness at her face lit by the brilliant moonlight.

“The vampire virus that changes us.  It comes from you.  You’re the progenitors,” he whispered.

“We are.  We’re called first bloods, for obvious reasons, and while we have some of the same issues you do, we are much stronger, faster, smarter, and we have special talents that human-made vampires don’t.  Compared to humans, vampires are special.  Compared to vampires, first bloods are gods.  You would do well not to forget that.”

Alvin thought about what she said.  And what he had hoped.   That she could make him more powerful like her.

“So, you can’t make me stronger, then.  I would have to have been born vampire.  Right?”

Tamesine rolled onto her stomach and swung her legs up and down.  “We-e-l-l-ll, mostly, yes.  However…”

She paused for effect.  Alvin was deeply frustrated with her childishness now.  But he had to keep his temper.

“However…what?”

“However I
can
help you become stronger than you are.  If I decide to.”

Alvin wanted to shove the wine bottle down her throat.  Instead, he smiled and moved closer to her.

“What could I do to convince you to decide to?”

“Be nice to me.  Do what I tell you to do.  Promise me you’ll stay here with me until I don’t want you to anymore.”

He would promise her anything at this point.

“Well, of course, my dear.  We had a lovely time tonight, didn’t we?  I think we’re great together.  Why would I want to leave?”

“Then when we get home, I’ll let you feed.  You’ll see.  It’s amazing.”

She giggled.  Ugh, Alvin thought,
fingernails on a
blackboard.
  But he moved forward and gave her a brief kiss on her nose.

“Let’s go home and see your puppies.”

Tamesine squealed. 
It was worse than the giggling,
thought Alvin.   But all he could think of was how it would be to drink her powerful blood.

Eillia had been hijacked again.  With her prettiest smile, and playing on their friendship, Starla had persuaded her to come, one more time, to the Wooly Bully.  God, she did not want to go.

Yet in a moment of honesty, Eillia knew she could easily have controlled Starla’s request.  She knew she could have compelled her to go alone to meet her new beau.  But here she was, entering the mostly male bar, with no good reason to be there, and one very good reason not to.

Eillia hoped like hell he wouldn’t be here tonight.  Although she found herself looking for him from the first moment she arrived.  She didn’t see him anywhere.  Thank god.  At the same moment, she found herself very disappointed that he wasn’t there.  Yep.  More sixteen year old behavior from someone who knew better.  Starla grabbed her hand and distracted her from her unwelcome obsession by pointing across the room.  Eillia smiled.  It was the young man who had walked her home.  At least Starla’s guy was there.  And she was beaming.   Eillia gave her a little shove.

“Go get him.  Get some of the lovely man.  Ah, he’s noticed you now, too.  Go ahead, sweetie.  I’ll be fine.”

Starla gave her a little hug and bolted toward him.  Eillia found she was smiling almost as widely.  Starla deserved to be happy.  Everyone did.  But humans, they just had such short lives to make their dreams come true.  She couldn’t imagine wasting a moment of it.  As the thought crossed her mind, so did the fact that she herself had lost this past year.  But that time had not been wasted.  To heal from such a great loss required the time to make it through the pain and begin to understand that things would be alright again.  Not today.  Someday, though.  Now, with the year behind her, the healing begun, she could see the future again.

She’d come here to give Starla support, but now that she was left alone, she ordered up a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass.  With her vampire constitution, it took the entire bottle to get her buzz on.  She intended to kill the entire thing and then some.

Watching the men get drunk and rowdy, she enjoyed the ambience of this wonderfully ordinary meeting place.  It had been a lot of centuries since she’d just sat and watched humans being humans.  Several of the men approached her, but she gave them a soft compel that they did not find her attractive and left quickly.  She motioned toward the bar.

The bartender gave her an odd look, but he remembered her from the last time.  He left another bottle at her request.

“A little thing like you. You cannot possibly drink another bottle alone.”

“I possibly can,” she said, smiled, and reached for it.  She caught his eye and sent him back to the bar with no knowledge that he’d brought her another bottle.  That’s when she saw him.   Daniel.

He’d just come in with two young Inupiat locals and took a seat on the other side of the bar.  If he looked up and scanned the room, he’d see her.   Of course, he wouldn’t recognize her.  It was alright that they were both here.  He couldn’t know her, and if he were to approach her, she’d just send him away like the others.  She chugged the shot and closed her eyes.  He probably wouldn’t.  The compulsion from before could easily keep him from noticing her.

The whiskey had done its job and she was pleasantly drunk.  Her head felt dizzy, but she wasn’t sure if it was the booze or him.  Her eyes landed on his arm, the muscled shape obvious now that he’d slid off his coat and was just wearing a short sleeved black tee shirt.  She remembered what he could do with those arms.  And that tongue.  Suddenly, she felt hot.  The area between her legs began to twitch.  She wanted him.  Badly. Surprise.

She could have him again and make him forget again.

Another shot of whiskey later, her eyes went back to the other side of the room where he was laughing at something one of his friends said.  Bad idea.  It didn’t matter.  She needed him.  She could feel her heart race as she thought about pushing herself down over him.  And she hadn’t gotten to taste him yet.  More whiskey.  She dropped the glass too sharply and it smacked the table top.  Several men looked up at her.  He was one of them.  She raised her eyes and met his.  He looked shocked.

So was she.  He shouldn’t remember her at all.  Then it struck her.  He wasn’t remembering
her
.  He was remembering the woman he thought she looked like from his own past.  Like he had done before.

How could he be sexier than she remembered him?  Was it her superhuman libido punishing her?   She couldn’t stop thinking about how he felt inside her.

He was staring at her openly now.  One of his companions grabbed his arm as he started to stand up, and pulled him back down into his seat.  He looked very upset.   She could feel him.  He wanted to come to her right now.  Whoever that woman was who looked like her, he’d really loved her.  Eillia almost felt a moment of jealousy, and that surprised her.  He was sexy, she wanted his body, that was all.  He wasn’t hers.