The Nightlife San Antonio: (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series) (8 page)

The question struck Adrian
as odd. Crenshaw must have been listening to their every word, stalker bastard. Maybe it was time to rent a house, somewhere the neighbors weren’t attached to the front porch.

“No man.
It’s a girl who was shot the other day. A 911 call we responded to. The cop knows I don’t know anything, he’s just an anal-retentive bastard about getting his reports.”

“Did he say she escaped last night?”

What the hell was Crenshaw after? Why would he give a shit?

“
I guess. I don’t know. All I do is bundle people into the truck and try to keep them alive long enough for the emergency staff do their thing. I don’t know shit about anything else in that hospital.”

“There ya go
, bro. Do your job and stay out of it. Good call.” Crenshaw nodded approval and headed into his apartment.

A concrete worker,
Crenshaw liked to moonlight as Adrian’s personal counselor and spirit guide through the realm of white supremacy. Adrian laughed at him as often as he laughed with him.

* * * *

She nuzzled into his chest, loving the warm man
flesh at her cheek. She couldn’t seem to get enough of the soft curls of hair and thick bunches of muscle cording his chest and thighs. Her hands explored, learning all his contours, seeking the throbbing veins beneath the skin, the juiciest points for feeding. His scent, distinctly male, only added to the ripe, strong flavor of his blood, as delicious as the body it came from. Her mouth watered and filled with teeth as she inhaled the wondrous aroma of her food.

“Don’t even think about biting me again. I know that’s what you want.”

She looked up at him and couldn’t help but grin. Oops, showing too many teeth. She felt so comfortable around him, like she could be herself, no need to hide.

He eyed her fangs, and his brow crinkled.
“What’s up with those chompers? Are you one of those True Blood fanatics with dental implants, like that vampire coven out of Austin?” He chuckled. “You’re a goth chick right? Pale makeup and black eye shadow? Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever tapped a goth before, usually too weird for my tastes.”

She opened her mouth to protest
and then thought better of it. Let him have his illusions a little bit longer. People are happier with their illusions. She needed him happy.

She’
d bite him again, very soon. She needed to feed, but more, she needed to bind him to her irrevocably. One more bite. He might already be hers and not even know it.

H
ow did she know? She couldn’t say. All of her past life was a void that echoed vacantly in answer to her questions. Her memories began in the hospital, as if she was birthed into the world a new soul. She wondered if she
had
died and come back, memories erased in the process.

“
You have such a way with words. I’m gagging on the flood of romance pouring from your mouth.” She continued grinning wide, giving him the full measure of her elongated teeth, a predator’s smile. She wondered why he wasn’t afraid. The man was a constant puzzle.

He looked pointedly down at his crotch.
“Romantic or not, we got something going on. The hand speaks louder than words.”

H
er hand, operating with a mind of its own, had slid into his boxer shorts and stroked his semi-hard cock. She knew how to do this, how to please a man. She hadn’t even realized she was fondling him until he said something. To her, the man’s body had become her property, and she was of a mind to fully explore her property.

I am certainly not a virgin
.

She worked the full length of him, feeling
a hefty cock harden in her grip. His eyes drifted closed as she pumped and stroked, a little bit of squeezing tug. Not too hard, not too soft, just enough to raise an impressively solid erection. She knew he was large, larger than most men, but again, she couldn’t say how she knew. There was no recollection of any former lovers.

“So, if we’ve
got something going on
, I guess that means you won’t mind me taking a little taste.” She snapped her teeth at him, teasing, looking for a sign of fear. She liked fear, the smell that tainted a man’s sweat. Fear was the smell of food.

All she got from him was another grin.
Fine, I’ll teach him fear
.

She slid sideways to where her hand gripped him tight, and swallowed
as much of his erection as she could take, letting the soft head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Her razor sharp teeth poked him as she swirled her tongue up and down all that hard meat. She could bleed him like this. A man bled copiously from the groin, lots of juicy blood vessels. Fortunately for him, the salty tang of his flesh soothed her appetite and she had no desire to hurt him. She could wait for her meal until later, when the time was right.

“Whoa
, girl, take it easy with the chompers.” His words spoke of caution, but his hand held the back of her head and he pressed all the way into her, burying himself.

She almost gagged, but then he let up pressure, letting her breathe.
Fucker
.

The man had no idea he was trying to skull fuck a predator who could just as easily bite his junk off. Then he did it again, pulling her all the way d
own where it took all her control not to gag on the huge cock shoved through the back of her throat.

She felt the ripples
working through his body as he rubbed his groin in her face and swirled his cock around in her mouth. He was about to go off.

And he did, hard. The bastard filled her mouth with his release, a
nd kept her trapped, unable to move. He ground his hips as he convulsed and emptied himself in several warm spurts.

“Oh shit
, that’s good.” He jerked as the last of it shot out, hot and thick.

Actually the taste wasn’t half bad. She wanted his blood, but fo
r the moment, his seed would do. She swallowed all he had to give and wanted more. He let go of her hair and laid back, sprawled out in delirious happiness. She came up from cleaning him to see the result of her efforts. He was the perfect vision of complacency and joy, and so foolishly trusting.

Good
. She had earned his trust.

N
ow would be a good time to take him, claim him, but then she changed her mind. There was another way that would be better, without violating the tenuous trust they had built.

She suckled on the tip, cleaning the last drop,
and smiled at his lazy-eyed, glazed face.

“That’s
one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever had. Somebody give this woman a medal.”

Not exactly the
compliment she hoped for, but she didn’t need a silver-tonged Don Juan. She needed a strong, healthy blood donor and a bodyguard, a man who wouldn’t go squeamish if things got messy. This man fit the profile, and she actually enjoyed all the salty flavors of his body.

She squeezed his cock and grinned.
“One good turn deserves another. I wanted you to feel how much I appreciate your help.” She tugged on him and flicked her tongue at the very tip of his head. “Are you feeling appreciated yet?”

He sh
uddered a little and grunted. “I am feeling very appreciative of your appreciation. But I can always appreciate a little more …”

Now he was the one showing all his teeth, grinning wide
.

Bang, bang, bang
. His head snapped in the direction of the pounding at the front door.

“Not again.” He growled in frustration. The man had a temper.

Somehow, she found that exciting. She liked a man with some backbone, and this one was proving to be just what she needed.

He slid out from under her and tucked his wet cock into his boxer shorts
then strode to the entryway to investigate.
Abrupt, stoic bastard
. Maybe he had a little too much backbone.

He peered into the peephole.
“What the hell are the Feds doing here?” He grumbled under his breath as he looked back at her with a suspicious squint.

A sick feeling settled in her gut as she began to suspect “the Feds” were there because of her.
Glancing again through the peephole, he scrutinized them for a few seconds.

Bang, bang, bang
. “Adrian Faulkner? This is Federal Agent Roberts. We need to talk. Please open the door.”

Adrian slipped
back to the bedroom threshold in creepy stealth. He held a finger to his lips with an intense shut-the-fuck-up-or-die look, and then clicked the bedroom door shut.

She
heard him slide the chain on the front door and strained to catch his conversation with the Federal agents.

“Yeah, what’s up?” His voice sounded casual, but not friendly. The man didn’t have enough fear for common sense.

“We need to follow up on your EMT response to the shooting with the Jane Doe on the evening of March 17th. You recall the woman you brought to the Baptist Medical Center with multiple gunshot wounds?” From the soft muffle of the voices, she figured he must have left the agents standing on the front porch rather than invite them in.
Smart
.

“Yeah.
I bring everyone to Baptist Medical Center, that’s my job. What about it?”

Stupid, stupid, stupid
. Why did he have to antagonize them?

The loaded pause gave weight to the man’
s words. “What did you see? What can you tell us about her?”

“
She was shot several times, lost a lot of blood, and she seized in the truck on the way to the hospital. Stopped breathing for a few seconds. That’s about it, and that’s all documented in the paperwork at the hospital. You’re wasting my time and yours.”

I had a
seizure?
Oh shit. What did that mean?

“I don’t know what your proble
m is, sir, but this is a drug cartel murder investigation. Someone tried to kill her. Did you know that she escaped the hospital, and her whereabouts are unknown?”

“Yeah
, I know. San Antonio PD beat you to it. Detective Coronado gave me the whole sob story.”

“Did he? Did he tell you that she incapacitated two police officers to make her escape?”

“Nope, he didn’t say that.”

Uncomfortable silence. This guy was a strange one. Nothing fazed him.

“Are you sure there’s nothing more you can tell us? Something you heard or saw, something she said?”

“Nope.”

More uncomfortable silence. She already knew what was going to happen before he sent them on their way and locked the deadbolt on his door. The moment of truth. Problem was she had nothing to give him.

He came into the bedroom
all cool and collected, and closed the door quietly behind him. “Who the fuck are you, and why the fuck is every police officer in the State of Texas looking for you?”

That was
what she expected. Time to come clean, perhaps even beg. “I don’t know.” She felt like crying, but the gesture was so futile. All she wanted was a little time to figure out the answers, but time had run out. “I don’t know who I am. I don’t remember anything. I don’t even know my name.”

He frowned. The bastard frowned, like this was just some little complication, the loss of her entire life memories.

“You really expect me to go with this amnesia line of crap? You ran from the hospital. You know enough to be on the run.”

She shook her head, feeling him slip away from her second by second. She had hoped to claim him, but this man was so
unreachable
. “I wish I could tell you who I am, where I came from. I know nothing more than what I heard in the hospital, when the police were talking to the doctor. And they couldn’t … they didn’t …”

“They didn’t what?”

She licked her lips, and opened her jaw wide, to let her teeth come down. “They wouldn’t feed me what I needed most.” He watched in fascination, his face morphing through the gamut of surprise, disgust, and suspicion. She bared the truth to him. The only truth she knew – her teeth.

“Are you fucking serious?”
He looked mad enough to hit her.

He stepped up and grabbed her jaw in a
powerful grip and eyed her fangs, turning her head one way, then another. He ran his finger over her two oversized canine teeth that came to tiny, razor points, far longer than any normal teeth.

“You gotta be kidding me. Are you really
–”

“A vampire. Yes. And that is all I know. I can’t even tell you how I know, except that
it’s true. I must feed, soon. You didn’t complain last night. I’m pretty sure you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

She paused, trying to find a way to bare her soul
, praying he was worth it. “I need you. I don’t even know your name, but I need you. You are all that I know in this world, all that I have.”