Night Prayers (13 page)

Allison leaned forward in her chair and almost applauded the performance! Damn, she was good!

"Jeeze, Gyp," she panted, "I don't know how much more I can take. You're so
big
!"

Allison didn't bother to check. It was almost the same line — with respects to gender
— that Seth fed her (Shit, baby, I don't know how much more I can take. You're so hot!) before
he
started feeding. She scrunched deeper into the chair and pulled her legs up after her, hugging them tight. First Rule of Vampirism: Do Unto Others.

Period.

"I… I'd better take a breather, Gyp," Luci said, allowing the man to help her onto the bed next to him. "But I think Allison might be willing to take my place… if you ask her nice."

Their eyes met and Allison wondered if hers looked as shocked as his.

He FORGOT I was here?

Luci smiled from across the room and began undoing the chains on the front of her teddy. The man almost broke his neck trying to look two places at the same time.

Oh, don't get your fangs out of joint, Alley-cat…he was occupied. Now stand up and walk over. Slowly. Give him something to look AT.

There was a definite note of challenge in Luci's non-verbal chuckle.

Standing slowly, Allison let the robe slip off one shoulder just enough to let the man see the firm swell of her right breast.

She'd taken off the bloodied running shoes while Luci was porking out… just to have
something
to do… now she thought of shoes — the kind of shoes her mother had always said looked trashy in late night movies:

Five inch spiked heel red satin slippers with matching puffs of marabou at the toes.

Manually inflating her lungs, Allison let the robe fall open the rest of the way and managed to keep her wobbling down to a minimum as she crossed the room.

Nice, Alley-cat
, Luci purred,
but you have to make him ASK for it
.

For what?

Luci frowned at her.
God, you really are one for the books
.

Allison stopped dead in her tracks. And almost fell over.

Book? You have books on all this? Can I read them?

They were both staring at her now: The man's eyes wide with anticipation… Luci's just wide.

When all this is finished
, her voice promised,
we're going to have a LONG talk
.

"Aw," Luci said, pressing her lips against the man's ear — as if she was telling a secret. "I think our little Alley-cat is shy. Isn't that sweet? You're going to have to ask her, Gypsy. Ask her to come over here and give it to you.

"Ask her. Now."

"Come over here and give it to me," he repeated.

"What do you want me to give you, Gypsy?" Allison heard herself ask.

Then snapped her jaw shut and stared at Luci.

Neat trick, huh? Just relax and don't let Gina know I helped you out, okay. And at least TRY to look like you're enjoying yourself.

Allison shot the man a toothy grin.

Shit
. "Come on, Gypsy," Allison's voice purred as her body lurched forward, "tell me what you want me to give you?"

"I… I want
you
."

Luci stood up and stepped away from the bed, the vinyl teddy and boots dissolving into thin air.

"But what do you want
of
me, big man? You have to tell me. I won't know what to do unless you
tell
me."

Shit,
that's
the truth, Allison thought as her body shivered out of the robe and stepped into the man's waiting embrace. His penis was rock hard and the color of an over-ripe plum, jutting up through the salt-and-pepper thatch of pubic hair to brush against her own red bush.

He shivered and Allison's body responded.

Her fingers curling through his greasy hair, Allison watched her legs move to the outside of the man's and bend… vaginal muscles tightening as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

"Tell me," her voice whispered, "tell me what you want."

"I want… oh, shit… I want…"

His fingers dug into her ass as her body rose and fell with all the precision and excitement of a wooden horse on a Merry-Go-Round. Half-turning, Allison glanced over her shoulder at Luci.

What? You never used sex as bait when you were a Breather? I may have been on this side for a long time, but I thought that was one of the basics every little girl learned in High School.

A memory of herself at sixteen in the back seat of Biff (the Stiff) Taggart's Pinto suddenly filled Allison's mind. She hadn't wanted to go all the way, but every girl in school wanted the Captain of the football team and
he
wanted sex, so…

So stop acting like the poor little virgin.

"Tell me what you want, Gypsy," Allison asked — back in charge. "Tell me or I'll stop right now!"

"NO! Please… no." He was getting close… and Allison didn't need any heightened vampire sixth sense to know that.

"Then tell me."

"I want to be with you," he gasped. "Always. I don't want to leave. Everrrrrr!"

His cum warmed her belly from the bottom-up while his blood warmed it from the top-down. But she only got a mouthful when Luci sank her fingers into Allison's hair and yanked her off.

"You Fledgies are all alike," she said, shaking her head at the dribbling wounds in the man's throat. "Go fight for the pump without thinking. Look at that! Shit, what a mess."

Allison looked. And licked her lips.

Luci let go of her hair and rapped her one across the back of the skull.

"I said
think
. People don't go around with bite wounds in the neck unless their making a movie… not even people in Hollywood. It's so fucking obvious. Now get up and I'll show you a better place."

Allison stepped back and watched the man flop back onto the rumpled day bed: Arms flung out to his side, hairy legs twitching
every
few seconds… his wasted cock just laying there like a misplaced and silent tongue.

He looked good enough to eat.

Allison shifted slightly as Luci moved closer to the bed, smiling, with her shimmering white-blond hair falling over her naked shoulder and making her look like the Angel Allison had first mistaken her to be. She patted the man's fuzzy beet gut.

His rapidly shriveling penis stopped shrinking just long enough to reach for her hand… the world's ugliest seedling lifting its head toward the sun.

"You've
got
to be kidding," Allison choked. "I didn't even like doing
that
when I had to!"

Luci tossed her hair back over her shoulder and shook her head.

"Right… like
that
would be a real inconspicuous place to leave your mark. You plan on him dropping his pants every time you want a little sip? Shit, they'd raid this place faster than if we started walking around with our fangs hanging out.
This,'"
she said, cupping the limp organ in her hand, "is generally more trouble than it's worth anyway."

Luci flipped the cock to one side and slapped the inside of the man's upper thigh.

"But if you
do
get a Breather stretched out like this, go straight for the Femoral artery right here." Luci patted the pale flesh and smiled. "You'll be able to suck them dry in less than three minutes. And it works just as well on female Breathers as males."

Females?

Allison nodded but stepped to the end of the bed
farthest
away from Luci.

"Now what are you doing all the way over there?" she said, grabbing the man's right wrist and hauling him into a semi-slumped-upright position. "You plan to Mark him by long distance?"

"Me?" Allison said. "You want me to bite him?"

Turning the hand palm up, Luci slapped the veins in the wrist to full attention and held it out to Allison.

"You destroyed the Watcher so it's up to you to make the first bite." She wiggled the limp hand at Allison again. "Of course if you don't
want
the honor I can always get Gina to do it… but then she might just rip your head off once she was finished."

The man smiled up at her, winking drunkenly when Allison took his hand and lifted it slowly to her lips.

"Bite deep," Luci said, leaning forward like a Home Economics teacher making sure the recipe was being followed to the letter. "Make sure you pierce the vein all the way through… but don't take too much."

Allison moaned as her fangs slipped into him — and the sound echoed back in a low baritone. They met in her mouth and caressed each other as they poured down her throat, filled the emptiness inside her with drinking, laughing, loving, fighting, talking with the Preacher-boy, chili…

Her head snapped back an instant before Luci pulled her off.

"I told you not to take too much, dammit! Now… open up."

Allison was about to ask what the hell she was talking about, when Luci's mouth clamped over hers.

Give it up.

Allison resisted only until Luci's fist slammed into her belly and sent the blood racing back up her throat.

And into Luci.

For one brief instant, while Gypsy's blood acted like a conduit, Allison tasted fragments of lives that had been in cold storage for so long they seemed to be little more than dreams.

Little more than nightmares.

"Humm," Luci said as she pulled away, licking her lips, "that was nice. You really have a talent for this sort of thing, Alley-cat. Okay… last step, so watch carefully. Who knows, one day you
might
leave our little family and have to do this all on your own."

Allison pretended not to hear the whispering laughter ringing inside her head as Luci cupped the man's face gently in her hands and lifted it until their eyes met. Although Allison was standing off to one side, it was almost as if she was looking at him straight on.

Neat trick, huh
? Luci's voice asked.
Now quit being awed and pay attention
.

With one hand still under the man's chin, Luci moved the other to her right breast and, deftly… tore off her nipple. Allison cupped her own breast in sympathy and swallowed hard even though there was nothing left in her belly.

Thank God.

"You're such a
good
boy, Gypsy," Luci said softly… a Master speaking to a slow, but loyal pet, "I'm going to give you a little treat. Would you like that?"

It wasn't all that hard for Allison to imagine a tail waggling happily.

Luci lifted her nippleless breast to the man's mouth and he latched onto it like a starving calf.

"Drink us in, Gypsy," she said, scratching him gently behind the ear. "Taste us so you'll know us when you come to Watch. Protect us, Gypsy… and we'll protect you.
Won't
we, Alley-cat?"

Allison nodded.

Damn, I really should be taking notes!

Mica downed his second "freebie" beer to its half-way mark and stared at the full length portrait of Luci
— in her Silver Fox costume — stretched out on a polar bear rug. Luci had told Mica she'd commissioned the same artist who'd done her "cut-out" to do the painting because she remembered liking the way they looked in old time saloons.