NightFall: Book One: Bloodlust Is the Cure for the Immortal Soul (25 page)

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Raven’s eyes widened in panic but said w
ith more bravado than she felt,
“What are you doing, Zane?”

Zane’s voice took on a sarcastic tone. “
You love Wilsbrook so
much,
maybe we should just call Dr. Ganden right now. I’ll tell him you are just
dying
to go back to Wilsbrook.” He picked up the phone. “How about it, half breed? I’m sure Dr. Ganden will find it pleasurable to have you…………back.” He didn’t need to imply what he meant. Raven knew full well what Zane was insinuating.

Raven crossed the room in lightning speed and grabbed the receiver even though she had no chance of wrenching it from Zane’s iron grip. “No, Zane. You won’t.” She pushed him, which she knew immediately was a huge mistake.

“I won’t?” With one back handed shove, Raven flew across the room. She hit the wall with such force that it actually caved in, leaving the imprint of her body. She fell to the floor in a crumpled heap.

When Raven didn’t move, Zane huffed. He sauntered over to her and loomed there, waiting for her to open her eyes.

When her eyes finally fluttered open, she saw Zane staring down at her, shaking his head. “Look what you made me do. Now who is going to watch Van and Saldivar?”

“Do it yourself, Zane,”
Raven said weakly.

“Oh, no.”
Zane reached out and grabbed Raven by her long black hair. Her face twisted in silent pain and torment as Zane jerked her unmercifully by her roots. A few tears managed to trickle down her cheek. Zane only found this to amuse him immensely.

Why?
Raven thought. Why did Zane continue to and take great pleasure in torturing her physically and boggling her mind? She believed she would be bruised forever given the way she felt right now.

Zane grunted. “Get up, you lackwit, and quit your mumbling. You know full well you’ll recover in a
couple of hours. After that,”
his eyes bored
almost sadistically into hers,
“you
will
do as I say.”

Raven courted defeat well. She had no choice but to do as bid.
She
couldn’t-wouldn’t-go back to Dr. Ganden at Wilsbrook. He was an evil person. He got off on causing pain to her and no telling how many countless others. Good thing she got out of there before he had a chance to experiment on the sexual reproduction of half breed vampires.
Especially since he used himself in those wicked experiments.
As of now, she was in
a lose
-lose situation. Either way, she was screwed.

Raven moved from Zane’s grasp, her head throbbing as a few dark tendrils hung from his fingers.

“Fine, Zane. You win.”
For now,
she ended
silently,
making sure Zane couldn’t hear it. Or sense it.

“Very good.”
Zane strolled casually back to the couch and sat down, looking as if they had just been discussing the weather. “Since it’s only just dark now, you have about two hours to re
st before you go out tonight,”
he informed her tersely. “You already know what I want of you.”

Raven let out a subdued breath. “Yes. I do.” She went into her bedroom and silently lay down.

 

*

Saldivar had at least thirty minutes until his lovely Indea arrived. Much to his surprise, he was nervous. He felt somewhat like a pimply faced teenaged boy about to go out with his biggest crush. Indea could put a man on his knees whether she knew it or not. He was just glad he was the object of her affections. He was equally amazed at how he had been able to hold o
ff on taking her. Just kissing
her
sweet lips
sent his blood to boiling. He was half afraid of what he might do if
he made love to her.

But no matter what he thought he might do, he wanted her. He had to have her.
And soon.
He didn’t know how much torture his hormones could take.

But he felt he had to tell her………something. Give her a hint that there was something very different about him. He had a strong feeling she would understand. As far as Van and Simone went, well, he would leave that up to when Van wanted to her to know.

Saldivar had to wait and see. Indea was a woman of the twenty-first century. Surely, she was aware of the weird things people do. There were other clubs in America where humans practice the art of vampirism, even though he knew those humans would die in the end.

Indea had a New Age way of thinking. He didn’t think admitting he was a creature of the night would shock her. She might find his confession humorous and then ask him to prove it.

And he would. Oh, he most definitely would love to prove it to her. And she would enjoy every minute of it.
Every slow, agonizing, pleasurable minute of it.
He wanted to touch her, smell her,
feel
her……..love her. He would be her everything if that is what she asked of him. She could be his forever. He wouldn’t want to walk an eternity without he
r
by his side.

He loved her. Already, he loved her. It surprised him that it had
happened so fast. He also had
a strong feeling that Indea was falling for him, too. He warmed inside at the very thought of Indea whispering ‘I love you’ in his ear. He would cherish when that day came.

*

Indea made her way through the streets carefully. There were quite a few people gathered here tonight. She couldn’t say that she blamed them. It was such an enchanting evening. The stars seemed to be meticulously placed in the sky one by one. A slight breeze gently tousled her hair through the rolled down window of her rental. The air was slightly perfumed with a variety of blossoming flowers that adorned the sidewalks.

Indea’s mind focused on Saldivar. He really was something else. Like no other m
an she had ever met,
dated, o
r even though
t
about for that matter. He was weird but in a good way.

Who wanted normal any way? Was there even such a thing?

Indea, herself, was a bit on the strange side.

It reminded her a little of the conversation she had with Simone earlier today
. The seed of suspicion was planted now, she was afraid. But, she
did
want to know why Saldivar and Van always made dates at night when there was no trace of the sun.

Indea decided to ask Saldivar when she met him. Well, she couldn’t flat-out ask him about why he kept strange hours. She would invite him to breakfast. It was a harmless question, after all. She wanted to see his reaction.

Indea parked her car, got out and made her way to the cottage Saldivar kept during the summer months. She almost swallowed her tongue at the sight of him leaning carelessly against the door frame. He wore a white long sleeved button-up shirt. The top button was left open, exposing a peek of dark chest hair. Indea’s mouth watered. She had to swallow.
Hard.

With the white shirt, Saldivar wore a regular pair of black jeans and black shoes. He managed to look sophisticated and laid-back all at the same time. That seemed to be his style. His dark hair was sleek and combed and smoothed back, giving him a confident and debonair aura. She licked her lips at the sight of his firm, sexy body.

If she didn’t watch out, she would be the one who would be putty.
Or a pool of lust at his feet.
Either way, it was all good. Oh, so very good.

Saldivar’s eyes met Indea’s. They didn’t spea
k a word. They didn’t have to.
It was as if they were speaking to each other silently. Time froze. No one else existed.

Indea was lost in Saldivar’s glowing amber eyes. They looked wild in the dark of the night. They s
hone the way
cat’s eyes would when a beam of light would shine into them.

Saldivar took in the
sight of Indea into his mind. He wanted her image burned in his memory. Her dark hair hung loosely and moved carefree in the wind. She wore a white summer dress with thin spaghetti straps on her shoulders. The bodice was fitted to her body while the bottom part flowed unrestrained. The vibrant white of her dress complemented her light tan rather nicely. She wore no hose on her smooth legs as well
she shouldn’t. On her feet she wore
a pair of white slip-on shoes.

Saldivar hardened at the sheer thought of what the dress was hiding underneath. His body tightened as he imagined his fingers finding whatever hidden treasures Indea possessed.

We’re outside,
Saldivar had to keep reminding himself somewhat harshly. But his body had a difficult time obeying his half hearted plea.

“Hello, Saldivar,”
Indea said as she stopped within a few inches of him.

Her voice was soft with a hint of huskiness thrown in. Saldivar detected the slight throatiness her voice made whenever they were near each other.

Saldivar didn’t respond. At least not the way Indea had thought he would. He simply closed the small gap between them, wrapped his arms around her and brought his lips down to meet hers. At first, it was feather-light stroked as he moved his lips side to side over Indea’s responsive mouth.

Saldivar laced his fingers with Indea’s and coaxed them to the small of her back.

She was his willing captive. She would gladly give him anything he wanted.

Oh, Saldivar, how
I want you,
Indea thought breathlessly, her mind reeling with possibilities.

Saldivar heard her every thought and tightened his hold on her. His tongue ran over her lips as if asking to come in. Indea opened her lips in the invitation he was hoping for. He let his tongue skim her teeth before he slipped it inside. He let Indea bathe his tongue in her sweet kisses. He almost lost it when she sucked his tongue in a back and forth motion, emulating a more intimate act. It only whetted his appetite for so much more.

In the far corners of his mind, however, he knew he had to tell
her. Clear the air. It was the only way. Indea had to know what she was getting into
. He didn’t want her to have a
ny regrets when she awoke from a captivating night of passionate love making.

But, what Indea was doing to him right now would likely make him forget his–-

“I want you, Saldivar,”
Indea whispered, her
voice guttural and low. “Now,”
she demanded softly in his ear.

Saldivar closed his eyes and swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down; his nostrils flaring.

Vampire or human, Saldivar was still a man.
His hormones
had finally snapped. He just couldn’t take it any more. He had had it under control. Right up until she confessed those sultry words.

Yes, he needed to talk to her but what red-blooded, virile male could resist? He had tortured himself for far too long. He had what he wanted.
Indea.
And she wanted him.
What more could he ask for?
He wanted to be inside her.
Had to be.
Needed to be and there was no obstacle to get in their way.

Though it had been too long since he’s made love to a woman, he felt he could control his bloodlust. After all, this was Indea Sky, the Eternal Entity. He
had
to be extremely careful.

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