The Alpha Vampire

I fear the vampire that Victor speaks of might be Cassidy. She might possess great power, but she does not know how to control her thirst. Should another of our kind attempt to talk her down, they shall be faced with her strength, and my attempt to protect her shall be futile. I am afraid that my plans have now changed, and she shall be confronted. Even though she is my beloved, she shall have to pay the consequences for her actions.

After getting to the location where Victor saw her last, I dismissed him immediately. “Victor, I need not remind you that you shall speak to no one of this?” Victor bows his head and makes his departure.

Once we are alone, I hurriedly take my coat and call for Damien to follow me. “Damien, we shall need to go find her.”

… Cassidy POV…

Damien left me at my home only but a few minutes ago, but I have an enormous desire to feed again. Once I am for certain that he is nowhere in sight, I continue my way down to one of the alleys. I need to seek what I so desperately need. He has not once said how many times I can feed in one day, but only said that I need to have to do at most twice a week.

As I find my way down the dark city alley, a drizzle of rain comes beating down on my skin. Even though it is cold and so refreshing, it does nothing to cool the heat I feel burning in my body. Apart from the craving for blood, I have this incredible yearning to be lost in lust with a man. A yearning so strong to the point it is causing an incredible aching. Is this what I will feel for my Maker? If so, Damien must come soon, for I do not know how much longer I would be able to take it. But would I really do such a thing if my heart still lies with Lucas?

I need not wait too long before I see my unsuspecting victims; yes, I am being somewhat ambitious. But if I take them both now, I would not need to come back here later. As I stand hiding behind the filthy rotten dustbin, I can smell their sweet scent coming towards me. Their steps match those of a heartbeat, which is slowly building up my anticipation. Once they slowly pass by me, I move in behind and slowly sneak up to them.

The man is the first to go; I grab him on the shoulder, which forces him to spin around. The woman furiously tries to pull him away, but I have him firmly wrapped around his body. With only but one hand, I wrap my palm around the throat of the woman’s neck, and in one mere lift of my arm, she finds herself dangling in the air off her feet. I try my best not to squeeze too hard as I do not wish to kill my meal. She screams at the top of her pitch as she sees me expose my fangs. I can smell the fear that radiates from her skin. I let out a soft moan before I dig my fangs deep into the man’s neck. But there is something strange about his blood. I immediately snap his neck and stop drinking. The woman’s face lights up in terror as I lower her to the floor and push her body against the wall. She is fighting and kicking her best to get away from me, but I only twist her head and slam my fangs deep into her soft, delicious skin.

“Aaahhh, this is what I need.” The words clearly leave my lips as I continue to feast.

I savor every ounce of her sweet chocolatey blood; I feel it draw through my fangs and send the power I crave so much to every corner of my body. I drink for one fraction too long, then stop until she drops down to my feet. I go to heal the wounds on both the man and then the woman’s neck. Damien showed me that once I am done, if I lick but a small amount of venom, it will close the wounds, and they shall be gone. I ditch their bodies in the bin and make my way back home.

… Lucas POV…

As we reach the alley where Victor has seen the vampire, the scent of Jasmine and Vanilla clearly fills the air. She was here but just a few moments ago. As I suspect, we find her two victims in the godawful dustbin, the man he seems to reek of alcohol.

I turn to Damien, who is standing with nothing but a smirk on his face. “I do hope you told her not to drink from a drunkard?” But I need not even wait for his answer as I do notice that she has broken his neck.

Damien just looks at me and lifts his shoulders. I only but shake my head; this little vampire is proving to be a problem. Damien can hear me softly chuckle as we make our way out of the alley.

Even though she did clean up after herself, she should not have gone to feed twice again. “Damien, I fear that we shall have to pay a visit to her home. I shall not mention anything about me knowing; I shall say that I purely just followed the scent to her home.”

“You know that she is probably going to throw you out.” Damien laughs at me as he reminds me. I know that almost for certain, she will throw me out by force.

In no less than fifteen minutes, we find ourselves at her Cassidy’s door. I ready myself for the confrontation as Eva is the one to open for us. She is, as expected, quite happy to see Damien but a bit weary of my presence.

“Evening Eva, is Cassidy home?” She fully knows I am asking a stupid question, for not only can I smell her perfume but the wetness of her arousal.

“She is sleep…” she stops and laughs at her own remark. “Sorry, she does not sleep. She is just laying on her bed in her room.”

Damien takes Eva and leads her into the lounge while I make my way softly to her bedroom. As I peak through the crack in the door, I see her lying in nothing but her red lace panties on.

My thoughts go race in a million directions; most of them end with me losing myself between her long slender legs. But I must stay focused; I am not here to make love to her body but to scold her for the wrong she has done. But would that not make it a fun way of scolding her.

As I step through the door, she immediately sits up straight; all my eyes can see is her firm yet very supple breasts. My mind goes blank, and I think of nothing but being with her between those sheets. The throbbing erection immediately springs to life.

“Lucas, what are you doing here?”

I am quickly ripped from my thoughts and turn my glance at her face. “I am afraid this is no social visit, Cassidy.”

“Then why are you here?” The tone in her voice becomes somewhat that of being annoyed and irritated.

My face turns somewhat serious as I try my best to hide this stupid grin on my face. I can’t believe in a moment that I should be stern, that I cannot contain myself.

“My beloved, is there something you care to tell me?”

She goes dead quiet and looks down at her feet. Then she goes to reach for her top on the bedside table to put it back on once again.

“Please don’t,” my voice is pleading. “I have missed your body.” She drops it down next to her on the bed as I continue to speak. “My beloved, I fear there is something you have done tonight that you should not have. Care to tell me about it?”

She bites down hard into her lip and looks at me from under her thick eyelashes. “No,” she firmly answers without having to blink them once.

“My dear Cassidy, I know it was you; I followed your scent here.”

“Lucas, there is a lot of women that wear the same perfume.”

“That is not the scent I am talking about.”

“Lucas, how can you even suggest that?”

“Which part? The one where you are aroused right now or the one that you are a vampire.”

“Ugh. How do you know that I am aroused?”

“So you are not denying that you are a vampire?”

“Why are you so concerned about me being aroused when you are clearly too?” Her words have not yet left her mouth until she realizes what she has said. The next thing I hear her shout for Damien to come to her. “You better come here, Damien, now!”

Damien, very much bewildered, comes to stand in the doorway; he knows that she has now figured out our little secret, and she is about to let him have it.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Damien?” She stands from the bed and approaches him. “I am getting this feeling that you are not my Maker?”

I can hear Damien swallow his breath and stare at me, looking for the answer. “Lucas?”

“It is fine, Damien; you may leave. I shall speak to Cassidy.”

As soon as Damien makes his leave, I firmly close the door and lock it. If she wants me to leave, well, then she will have just have to throw me through it. For tonight I ain’t leaving until both of us come to admit our lies to each other.

“Lucas, what is going on?”

I try to keep myself innocent and play dumb for a moment longer. “Why would Damien be your Maker? You have not answered me? Have you become a vampire?”

“Stupid does not suit your face, Lucas. I know you can smell a vampire a mile away.”

“Then my beloved, stupid does not suit yours either cause you know I am your Maker.”

“I knew it the minute you showed up at the front door. How can you deceive me like that?”

Instead of the fury and rage I expected, I only saw the hurt and anger in her face. She should be so more upset about what I have done to her. I can only but tell her the truth as to why I acted as recklessly as I did.

“I was selfish, Cassidy. I wanted you for myself. I could not bear thinking of you with another.”

“But how? How did…” She stops dead in the middle of speaking. “You little bastards, I did not have to close my eyes, did I?”

I do not answer but only smile, then I take her soft little hands into mine. I almost forgot how good she felt, but what I do need to feel is her. I want every inch of that bare bosom pressed hard into my sculpted chest. But most of all, I want to taste her. What is even far greater now is that I do not need the fear of hurting her. I do, though, believe this little vixen is the one that is going to hurt me.

“My beloved, will you throw me through that door if I try to kiss you?”

“Damien told you, didn’t he?”

“Yes, but we shall talk about that later.”

She gets a mischievous smile on her face and moves closer to me. Her trembling hands find their way underneath my wet shirt. I feel the most glorious sensations as she trails her fingers through every crevice of my rippled abs. I drop my coat to the floor and close the gap even further between our aching bodies. Her scent is driving me crazy; I want to be soaked and consumed by it. Her fingers scrunch in the seams of my shirt; she pulls it over my head and drops it next to my feet.

She slowly pushes my body backward to the bed and drops me hard on it. I feel as my skin sinks into the satin sheets, and before I know it, she straddles my hips. I try to sit up, but she once more pushes me into the soft pillows.

“Cassidy.”

“Ssshhh.” She softly places her fingers against my lips and kisses me.

I slide my hands and hold her firm by the waist. She grabs them gently and lays them back by my side. I can feel the heat radiate from her skin as she slowly lowers her body onto me. As she places her soft cheek against mine, I can feel her warm breath against my skin. She softly moans and whispers in my ear.

“No touching.”

She runs her smooth velvety lips down my neck, over to my shoulder and back. Placing soft butterfly kisses all over my skin. She knows it is driving me crazy; she has got absolute power over me. She is grinding herself hard into my erection. Her nipples are pressing hard into my skin. She is roaming my neck, scraping them with the sharp edges of her teeth.

“My beloved, please come home with me.”

She does not answer but continues on kissing me.

The next thing I hear is a voice echoing throughout the corners of the house, so loud it is even vibrating every window in the room.

“Cassidy!”