Vampires Seduction #1 (The Paranormal Town Romance Series) (5 page)

"You don't remember me?" The corners of
her cherry mouth turned down.
"Embla."
Her
chin tilted down and her eyes flipped up to look at him hopefully.

He scanned his memory, century by century.
So many women, so many cherry red mouths.
He ran the tip of
his tongue around his lips. He never forgot a face. He leaned in and kissed her
mouth quickly, "
Mmm
, ah yes, Embla." She
was the young witch under Calypso. Where had he met her?
Briefly.
An encounter at one of Calypso's orgy nights.
He knew
those moist cherry lips, the smooth thin thighs hidden under those blue jeans,
those perky young breasts.
"How nice to see you again,
Embla."
He stared at her sleeveless shoulders adorned with birds.
Not impressive falcons, but sweet blue birds in flight with bright little eyes.
Haasinholf
Grendlekin
liked
eyes. He thought quite briefly of his collection of them in his sitting room
curio cabinet.

She smiled with her cherry lips approvingly,
"I'm so glad you remember me,
Haasinholf
Grendlekin
."

He placed his arm around her shoulders and squeezed
gently. "Call me
Grendle
." He gave her
shoulders another slight tug, "And
tell
me, what
brings you to the ends of the earth here at the Surf Train Station?"

"I was in San Diego running errands for
Calypso. We have this…" She stopped not wanting to say what she shouldn't.
Calypso might not approve and when Calypso was angry anything could happen. She
remembered her 90 days in the broom closet and shuddered. She didn't finish her
comments.

"You are preparing for the big moment with
Zucar
Kendlesmith
and his young
bride,
Anca
Marius,
am
I
correct?"

He was half correct, but she nodded anyway. Anyone
who knew anything about the last few days' preparation would know that
they
had prepared for the ceremony the night before, but
Haasinholf
didn't seem to know much about that, or perhaps
he was just being as cautious as she was.

"So, Embla, are you coming to Lompoc or going
from Lompoc now?" His eyes twinkled with expectation and plans for this
little morsel.

"Coming, I finished my errands." She
lifted a small brown bag when she said "errands
".

He
lay
his head atop hers
gently. "Yes, spell ingredients.
Very important."

How did he know? She almost gasped. Had he looked
inside the bag when she wasn't paying attention? But then, Calypso knew
everything like that, too; maybe he was like that, all knowing, but she didn't
give him any more information.

"Black widow spider egg?"
He quizzed her, but she only looked at him, pulling slightly away.
"Perhaps the spell needed blood from an infant?" His voice rose, as
did his well-manicured brows above his hazel watchful eyes. He felt her
shoulders squirming under his arm as she tried to break free. "We can't
use the feathers of the Eskimo Curlew anymore."

Her face wrinkled and her brow furrowed as if she
was going to ask a question, but he continued. "The Eskimo Curlew, or the
Prairie Pigeon, if you prefer, hasn't been seen since the 20
^th
century.
1974 to be exact.
We had already modified the
spell's recipe even before the curlew died off. I never thought the recipe
worked quite right after that.
And now?
I believe we
use the feral pigeon walking around in a park."

Embla blurted, "The zoo, actually."

He smiled in a knowing, almost fatherly way.
"Of course."
His embrace tightened around her.
"Oh, look dear, there's the bus. Headed my way, young lady?"

Her cherry lips slipped easily into a smile,
exposing rows of char-brown discolored teeth. He turned his face away in
disgust. Calypso must have had something to do with those teeth, he thought.
She never liked anyone of beauty around her, if he remembered well, and he
always remembered well. A quick flash of the past came to his mind. He saw
Calypso flying through the air, her talons frozen in the shape of claws, right
at a rival's captivating soft baby-like face, ripping it to shreds of rippled,
grated skin. His palm lightly touched Embla's cheek. "Come dear." He
helped her onto the bus, gently touching her elbow. She felt a shiver go down
her back and paused to look into his hazel eyes. She thought she saw a promise
of romance in them and her cheeks flushed. He was grateful that she didn't
spoil the moment with her repugnant smile. He would speak to Calypso about
Embla's teeth as soon as he could. It was the least he could do. He almost
laughed.

***

The three of them sat in the huge chamber on the
velvet chairs with their hands folded idly in their laps. Gunnar spoke first,
"Well, obviously something happened to all of them. They would have been
here in hiding."

Emil nodded. "But I think we are safe because
who or whatever it was that made them leave thinks the cavern is emptied. At
least that's my take on this."

Gunnar nodded in agreement. "Okay, I'll go
scout and you wait here with
Anca
."

Emil instantly stood in protest. "You shouldn't
venture out alone, Gunnar, we will go with you. There is power in
numbers."

Gunnar was staring at
Anca
,
as if to tell Emil how fragile she was. Emil immediately understood. Of course,
Anca
would be vulnerable since she had no powers
whatsoever. Whatever or whoever had made the clan unexpectedly leave, would be
an over-powering match for
Anca
. Emil looked at her
sitting there on the blue velvet chair, her back straight, her hands linked
together with her painted fingernails poised sweet pink on top of them; that
crazy morbid black gown clinging to her, yet, she strove to be so proper and in
control. His eyes wandered to her hair flowing down onto her chest. He wanted
to run her hair between his fingers and then, gently feel her breasts
underneath the soft silk.

 
"Okay,
I'll stay with her." He reached out to take Gunnar's wrist firmly.
"Take care, my friend." Gunnar nodded and turned his back to leave
without speaking again to
Anca
. He had a bitter taste
in his mouth, the taste he always got before a battle, but this time it seemed
harsher. He felt as if he would never see
Anca's
beautiful captivating face again. He couldn't bear to tell her good bye…

She watched his back as he disappeared down a long corridor.
She felt her stomach churn. She wanted to throw a knife at that back! How could
he just turn and walk away without even saying good bye? Obviously, she meant
nothing to him. Why didn't he tell her good bye? Did she do something wrong?
Did she say something wrong? In spite of herself, her eyes filled with salty
tears. She rubbed at her cheeks, scrubbing the tears away. She felt Emil's arm
squeeze her shoulders.

"Don't worry,
Anca
,
you will be safe with me." She looked up at him and fell against his chest
sobbing. He stroked her hair soothingly, "It's okay," he repeated
over and over. "I'm here." He pushed her away from his chest and
tilted her head up with the tip of his finger. Her face had ravines of briny
tears, in spite of her attempt to stop them, and yet he had never seen her so
adorable.

 
He scooped
her up his arms. She laid her head submissively against his chest. He carried
her to a diffusely lit chamber, with only one candle in the wall sconce. Piles
of animal skins formed a gigantic circular bed in the middle of the room. He
placed her tenderly on the pile and gently slid in beside her, cradling her
head with her bronze curls fanned out around her face. Her breath was shallow.
He saw her fear. He put his finger softly on her full pink lips; she parted
them and his finger rested softly there. "Don't be afraid," he
whispered into her ear.

She tried to find her voice, but no words came. She
looked into his blue eyes. The mischievousness that she usually saw there had
been replaced by something gentle and soft that she hadn't seen before,
a liquidness
to the blue, like waterfalls tumbling into
ponds of aquamarine still water.

"
Shh
. Old stories
mean nothing. Forget everything you have ever heard or read about
vampires." He once again became aware of the black witch's garment
clinging to her breasts. He stared into her eyes and touched the tip of her
breast…she didn't move, she didn't breathe, he saw her chest stop its gentle up
and down as she held her breath. His hand slid along her leg, feeling for the
one place he wanted, no
needed
to be.
He heard her moan softly, her brown eyes closed; he slid his hand further up
her thigh and he saw her hips move at his touch.

She felt her feminine cravings begin to stir; she
wanted him to touch her, to explore every part of her body. She wanted to feel
his cool breath as he kissed and caressed her neck. He bent his head down to
kiss her parted soft pink lips as his hand found her exposed auburn mound. The
ringlets that covered her golden hillock glowed in the candlelight
like
it was her most precious treasure of burnished copper.
He lifted her black gown further up until it bunched around her neck. She
wiggled and lifted her arms, as he slid her it over her head. She reached to
cover her breasts, but he gently took her hands and placed them at her sides.
"No," he commanded. His eyes became willing explorers, searching her
body from her porcelain face, with its delicate nose, with exactly three
freckles, her high cheek bones tinged with the faintest rose, her oval face
framed by wisps of bronze ringlets. He kissed her neck gently, controlling his
fangs, until he could no longer hold them in. Once they snapped open, he
trailed them down her throat and back up again. He saw her eyes fluttering in
momentary fear, and he clicked the fangs back in again, but they would not
stay. The fangs pushed into her skin, making deep dark purple dents, almost
breaking her skin, making her moan. "Do it,
do
it," she whimpered. He ignored her pleas as his animated blue eyes drifted
to her hard pointy pinkish-brown nipples that perched delicately atop little
hills of smooth ivory skin. He ran his finger around and around the nipples,
first one,
then
the other. He clicked back his fangs
again as he watched her ribs rising and falling with each of her breaths. His
lips trailed down her stomach and back up again. His eyes sought her copper
mound. He touched her there, ignoring his thick rigid penis and his own
insistent needs, he felt for her moist welcoming opening with his extended
finger, finding the opening, then parting her vaginal lips ever so gently.

"Well,
t'ain't
this sweet!"
A man's voice echoed into the room.

Emil's fangs snapped out ready to fight and in a
burst of blurring motion he reared up full height to meet the intruder with any
force that might be necessary.

"I wouldn't if I were you, Emil. After all, I
could kill her before you could torch me." He laughed. "You see, the
thing with wizards, we only die with water or fire. Neither is very quick,
unless you happen to be carrying a water pistol or there is a vase with water
in this chamber." He looked around the room, "Nope, don't see one.
Seems she would be out of luck."
He looked at
Anca
who tried to quickly cover herself.
"Such
a lovely precious that one is."

Emil hissed, "
Haasinholf
,
there will be nowhere for you to hide if you touch her! Leave her alone!"

Haasinholf
Grendlekin's
voice was calm and logical. "There
is a problem, Emil. You see,
Anca
was to be the bride
of
Zucar
Kendlesmith
, but
that was before the witches let down the barrier around this horrid little pit
stop. Now, as you see, I am here." He smirked and took off his fedora as
he bowed.
"At her service."

Emil moved forward and his head hit an imaginary
glass barrier. He pushed with his hands, took out a knife from his sheath and
tried to cut his way through it.

Haasinholf
laughed, "You can't dear boy. Impossible." The wizard's shrill
laughter echoed throughout the chamber. "And, not only that, she, dear
boy, is on the opposite side of the barrier. Convenient, wouldn't you
say?"

Emil continued to clobber against the imaginary
wall, kicking it, hitting it with his fists and swearing oaths of blasphemy at
the supreme wizard. He saw through the invisible wall that
Anca
hurriedly was putting on her black gown.
Haasinholf
calmly watched her, sitting in one of the blue velvet chairs, as if he had paid
for a seat at the burlesque show at the Crazy Horse in Paris. Now THAT was
entertainment, but this, ah, this was entertainment with a promise of reward.
He beamed.
"Lovely, just lovely."
His
serpent voice seemed to curl around her and she backed into the rock wall as far
as she could go, both her hands open wide against the rocks.
Haasinholf
eyes narrowed.
"No my
little damsel.
Nowhere to hide.
Come with
me." He stretched out his arm, his silver capped cane hanging on his
elbow. "Come, come. We don't have all day." His grin stretched his
skin over the bones of his face, giving a glimpse of the skeleton underneath.