A Tale of Revenge Ch. 05-07

"Oh God, Raina, if you don't fuck me soon I'm going to explode."

A slow feline smile crossed my face as my tongue sought out that place where his thigh met his body. "I will when I'm ready, Ryan," I whispered. His cock bobbed in front of my face. I could smell the musky scent of both of us there and when my tongue slipped out, stroking the shaft with soft wetness, our taste washed over me. The tang was erotic and sensual, and I couldn't stop myself from feasting. I licked him clean before starting over, pushing my mouth down over his cock until the tip struck the back of my throat.

He was so hot and heavy against my tongue. His hips jerked as I sucked and stroked, swirling my tongue over and around his cock. I became lost in the haze of pleasure giving him pleasure was giving me. Every time I would feel him come close to climaxing, I would stop, letting him stay at that brink for a moment before pulling him back.

His hand in my hair was my first indication that he had reached the point of losing control. He pulled me up, his face as hard as his cock. The violence I saw there was arousing. His hands were bruising as they pulled me up until I straddled his hips, his cock rubbing wetly against the inside of my thigh.

He tried to push me down, to claim my body, but I resisted, wanting the physical to become more extreme. No gentle sex, I wanted the passion, the heart rending physical exertion of the fight. Knocking his hand away, I moved, pushing off of his body with my hand. He reached out and caught my ankle, tripping me as I tried to get off the bed so that I landed half on the mattress half on the floor. I felt his teeth against my ankle and then felt them sink into my calf biting hard enough to feel but not to break the skin.

I kicked, knocking his hand off my ankle and squirmed to get out of his reach. But Ryan reached out and pushed, and I landed on the floor on my belly. His hand slapped hard against my ass, leaving a welt and making me screech in surprise. He pulled my hips up even as I struggled and kicked, though I will admit, not very hard. And then I felt the head of his cock pushing into my cunt from behind.

"You bitch," he said, panting. "You wanted it rough you just had to ask."

"What fun is that?" I managed to say, smiling when I heard his bark of laughter that turned into a moan.

He thrust hard, leaning over me, his hands coming around to play with my tits as they hung from my body. He mauled the flesh, squeezing my nipples to hear me moan before kneading and pulling on my flesh. Then his hand went between my thighs, his fingers quickly and easily finding the distended knot of my clit, tormenting it.

His mouth was close to my ear and I could hear him speaking, saying crude things, dirty things that just made me hotter. It had never been this way before, I'd never been this way before, never wanted the things he was doing or hear the things he was saying. I'd never wanted to be taken like this, as if I had no rights, with no gentle touches or kisses, no sweet words of love.

I felt his hands wrap in the short strands of my hair and pull, lifting me from the floor. He sat back until I was almost sitting in his lap, his hands wrapped around my front. He held me tightly against him, pushing into me until I swore I couldn't take anymore. But I did, and I begged for it.

"Please," I whimpered, my head lolling on his shoulder. "Fuck me, Ryan, make me come."

He stood, though how he managed it I'll never know, and still inside of me, he turned towards the bed, dropping me down so that my face and shoulders were against the mussed sheets. "My turn," he said, standing behind me. He took his time, pushing his cock in and out of my body with slow thrusts that drove me nuts. I wanted hot and hard, I wanted violence and mayhem. I wanted him to take my mind off of everything that was out there that wanted to kill me.

It hit me suddenly, my body tightening and then shudders of pleasure, mind blowing and intense wracked through me. I knew he could feel it, I heard him moan and then press against me harder, his thrusts getting harder until the slap of flesh was loud in the room. Then he growled out my name and I felt the heat inside my core. He'd come in me again, his body lying against mine, pushing me into the mattress.

We stayed that way for a moment, not speaking before he pulled out. I felt his cock leave my body and the wetness of his fluids escaping and slipping down my thighs. He lay down on the bed, pulling me over until I was against him, my face in his neck. For a few seconds we just stayed like that, his hand sliding up and down my back, rubbing in gentle circles that made me feel like a kitten in the sun, all content and ready to stretch and knead with my claws.

"What are we going to do about this?" he asked finally, his voice waking me from my contented daze.

"Do about what?" I didn't want to seem dense but it seemed to me we were 'doing' just fine.

"About this, what are we going to do about you and me in bed together? How are we going to handle this?" He tipped my chin up until I was staring up into his face.

I smiled, he looked so confused that it was almost adorable. "Well, if you give me about ten minutes we can see if we can have something to do about again."

"Raina," he warned, his voice gravelly.

"Okay," I sighed. "If you want to be the voice of sanity in this insane world we're in, fine. That doesn't mean I have to like it or agree with it." I pursed my lips, pouting a little and batted my lashes at him a few times.

He laughed, reluctantly. "Knock it off, girl. You and I can't do this, we can't get involved."

Okay, now this conversation was getting interesting. I lifted my head, turning a little so that I could lay both of my hands on his chest and rest my chin in them. "Why?"

"Why? Because I'm your trainer, that's why. I get paid to take you and show you the way of the crucifix and the vampire. I'm paid to teach you to keep your scrawny ass out of trouble and to make you tough enough to fight the fiends before they can get out of control."

So there it was, he was being paid to train me. He didn't do this for the love of mankind or for decency, or even for glory. He did it for money. "Who?" I asked.

"Who what?" he said.

"Who pays you?"

"I don't really know. I got a call one night from an old army buddy. He told me he had a job that would be up my alley. He gave me a phone number, I called it and the next thing I know, I'm being moved into this place." He looked around the bare room. "I gave up working as a body guard to the rich and famous for all of this."

I had to laugh, he sounded a little disgusted with himself. "So how do you get paid, I mean, by check, cash in an envelope left under the door, what?"

"It's sent directly to a high yield checking account." He stopped when I started laughing. "What?"

"You sound like a commercial. Next thing I know you'll get up and start dancing."

"You don't have to worry about that, I fight better than I dance." He pushed the hair off of my forehead, his hand falling to land against my back as if he couldn't stop touching me. Not that I was complaining, mind you.

"So you took a job training a strange girl, teaching her about vampires and how to kill them and you don't even know who is paying you."

"That about covers it," he said with a laugh. "But the checks haven't bounced in the four years I've been at this; they pay the rent on this place and most of my other expenses. And," he said with a leering gaze, "I get to put my hands all over hot girls."

"Pig," I said without any heat. "How many girls?"

"Huh?"

"How many girls have you put your hands all over, Ryan?" I could feel his hesitation in telling me.

"A few," he hedged, closing his eyes. "I'm tired, I almost became vampire kibble tonight and then you decided to molest me. It's been an eventful evening." He sighed and tipped his head to the side as if I'd let him get away with avoiding the issue.

"Ryan." I waited a minute and he kept his eyes closed, his head tipped away from me. "Ryan, I gotta know. Please? How many girls wore this necklace since you started training them?"

He sighed and opened his eyes, staring down at me with a sadness that seemed to pour into me. I was suddenly scared of hearing his answer.

"Four," he said finally. "You are the fourth."

I pulled out of his arms, tugging when he resisted letting me go until he opened his hands. Sitting naked on the side of the bed, I pulled my legs up until I could wrap my arms around them and rest my head on my knees. I was the fourth girl he'd trained. I could just imagine where the other three girls were. "They all died?"

"Two did, the third, I'm not sure about. She was the one who had it before you. Her name was Suzanne. She went out one night on her own and didn't come back. I'd heard that the crucifix was picked up and taken to a pawn shop, but I never heard what happened to her. And then your fiancé bought it. I bet when he gave it to you, he said it called to him, didn't he?"

"Something like that, I thought it was beautiful, though why, I don't know. It's not much to look at actually."

"It's supposed to be like that for those meant to wear it. It puts itself into their paths and then waits to be put on. After that, fate steps in and I find them." He touched my back, his hand caressing down the length of my spine, dipping into the valley between my ass cheeks. "I know when the crucifix is lost and when it's been found again. I get a folder delivered, it tells me everything I need to know about the new bearer."

"You have a folder on me?" Why the thought of him knowing everything about me bothered me, I don't know, but it did. "What does it say?"

"Everything, Raina. It tells me everything about you, psychological profiles, your last physical, even when you lost your virginity. And I was shocked with you, a late bloomer huh?"

I felt a blush suffuse my cheeks. "Don't change the subject. So you knew about James, and about Marina. And you knew I'd want revenge." They weren't questions I was asking, they were statements. "And you trained me knowing I'd want revenge. Is that why you never let anything personal come between us?"

"I couldn't with you, Raina." He sighed, coming to his knees behind me. "I'm going to tell you something and probably hate myself for telling you. I got your file about a week before you showed up in the city. There are pictures of you in the file, pictures from when you were a child to the night that James asked you to marry him." He kissed my neck, pulling me backward until I rested against his chest. "You're cold," he said, wrapping a blanket around us before continuing.

"When I saw those pictures, I was shocked. You were so different from the rest of them. You looked like a lady in all of those pictures, your hair just so, your clothing neat and prim. I couldn't stop looking at them." He sighed, letting his head rest against me. "I knew I was in danger when I pulled down your shirt that day in your motel room."

I felt his finger trace over my breast, rubbing against the exact spot the vampire in the alley had pierced my skin. With a sigh of my own, I relaxed against him, wondering what I was going to do next. This change in our relationship, whatever that change signified, didn't change my objective. I was out for revenge. I was going to kill Marina and then James. I was going to release him from the demon who'd taken his soul.

"You need to sleep," I said finally, coming to grips with what had to be done.

"Yeah, you look a little tired too," he said, pulling me down until he spooned up against my back.

I heard his sigh, felt it as it blew over the little hairs on the back of my neck. Lacing my fingers in his hand, I let my eyes close and pretended to sleep.

When I heard his breathing change, I got up quietly. It was one of the good things about my enhanced body, I could be extremely quiet and stealthy if I wanted. Tonight was one of those times where I had to. I picked up my clothes, grabbing my stake from off the floor where I'd dropped it while trying to get Ryan into bed.

Down the stairs and out to the main training arena, I walked stealthily. Then I dressed and raided Ryan's cabinets. I was going to need more than my one stake for the mission I was on.

Chapter Seven

So now I crouched in that alley that I had dragged Ryan out of, the remnants of the bodies of the vampires we killed that night long gone. It wasn't my first night here, I'd been coming here after Ryan fell asleep for two weeks now. I'd fought other vampires here, since that night, wanting to hone my craft, to learn more about there ways. And I was learning, though I felt it was too slow. Marina would take skill, for she was an old vampire and had fought many fights.

It was Halloween. I should have been married last week, and then spent it lying on a beach letting James rub sun tan oil on my body while I turned a delicious shade of brown and relaxed. I should have been making love to my husband and thinking about our future together. But instead, I crouched in this foul alley contemplating his death.

When they finally arrived, I almost missed them. I might have if it wasn't for Marina's outlandish attire. Yeah, I looked the part of killer now, black leather, black boots, my hair spiked and no longer past my shoulders. But she looked the part of a gothic slut, black mesh and fish net. Her lips were painted bright red, the same shade as her nails that were incredibly long. I'd have to be careful of them.

And then my heart stuttered before beating again too hard. There he was, James, but unlike any James I'd seen before. His dark hair was slicked back, his eyes hard. He walked just behind Marina, the body that used to be mine now encased in black leather pants, his chest bare but for a black vest. He wore a black studded collar at his throat and I couldn't help but wonder where his leash was.

He looked harder, leaner, as if these months we'd spent apart had trimmed him down. But I was different too, stronger mentally and physically. I knew who and what he was and what he did to survive. And I knew what I had to do.

When a group entered the bar, I slipped in behind them, cautiously walking past the bouncer and hoping he wouldn't notice me. Once I stepped past the room with the art that this time I barely noticed, the music seemed unnaturally loud, the noise of the crowd, the smoke and smell of alcohol all seemed too extreme as if somehow my senses had gotten more sensitive.

Without concentrating, I could see the auras surrounding the humans, the auras that the dead did not possess. I looked around the room, ignoring those that held auras as they were unimportant and not of any danger to me. The others though, the blood suckers who thought they were safe, who thought they had nothing to fear in this place. They were the ones that had my attention.

I wandered through the crowd until I spotted Marina, her black hair glistening with blue black highlights in the light from the stage. She was laughing at something someone said, and I saw the vampire I'd talked to during my first visit with Ryan. He sat next to Marina, his eyes scanning the crowd as if he was expecting someone.

I saw his head turn and I knew he was looking my way. I reached out, grabbing a drink from some man's hand, looking up at him and laughing as I took a drink out of it. The liquor was raw and burning as it went down, and I had to fight the urge to cough.

Handing it back to the man, I turned back and headed back towards Marina, my eyes scanning for James. He was no where to be seen and neither was the artistic vampire now. Marina was though, sitting easily on one of the bar's thickly stuffed chairs, her hand slowly stroking the hair of another girl. The girl's aura was dim, her skin a sickly white. A tiny trail of blood slipped down her throat from four bite marks. She lay limply against Marina, her eyes barely focused, the red of her lipstick an almost grizzly contrast to the paleness of her skin. When I reached the table, Marina looked up, a smirk upon her beautiful face. Close up she was even more exotic, a gypsy dancer with the wildness of years of Romanian ancestors flowing through her veins, and the blood of that girl in her stomach. When she smiled at me, blood stained her teeth, a grotesque sight.

"Where's James?" I shouted over the music.

"Oh, look, it's the little woman," she said, her voice carrying easily, ringing with an accent that matched her dark loveliness. "He cannot wait for a reunion, Raina."

"Then why don't you take me to him and we can get on with our happy gathering," I gritted my teeth. The crucifix was red hot against my skin though it didn't burn me, but holding onto its power was costing me. The room was full of these bloodsuckers and a part of me thought of nothing but the kill and how satisfying it would be to take out this nest, including James and Marina.

But another part of me was back at Ryan's wishing that he was holding me as he had every night since our first night together. He'd tried for a while to keep our relationship what it was before the night he'd brought me here the first time, but after training and the strokes I managed to give him while we were on the mat, he gave up. He dragged me to him, his mouth devouring mine, tearing off my clothing to get to my skin. We'd made love on that mat, his body thundering into mine until I'd thought I'd never survive the pleasure.

If I took them all on, I'd never see Ryan again.

Marina rose slowly, the white of her blouse startling in the sea of black leather that surrounded us. The girl she'd been holding up slithered to the floor, her body too weak from blood loss to sit by herself. Marina laughed as she looked down at her before snapping her fingers. Two men came forward, picking her up off the floor and gave her something to drink before throwing her arms around their shoulders and carrying her out. As she left, I saw one slide his hand up under the short black skirt the girl was wearing, only to withdraw it holding a pair of red lacy silk panties in his hand.

"Out of the frying pan and into the fire," I said quietly, watching as the other slid his hand between her thighs, his wrist moving in a way that let me know the girl was in for trouble.

"She likes it," Marina said, her mouth close to my ear. "You'd like it, too. Sex while the blood is low causes an increase in sensation that is amazing. Want to give it a try?"

"Yeah, sure, right after I burn my eyes out with red hot pokers. Thanks for the offer, though."

"Suit yourself," she said, her fingers and those exquisitely sharp nails running down my arm, over the black leather of the short jacket I was wearing. "Come with me and I'll take you to James."

I followed her, a trickle of awareness at the danger I was in slipping down my spine to take root, making my stomach feel slightly queasy. Behind the band was a door and we went through it, down a couple of flights of thick metal stairs that clanged under her spiked heeled boots. She opened a set of double doors painted white, flinging them both wide with a very theatrical sweep of her hands. Down another set of stairs we went, this one white marble shot through with thick strands of silver that was actually quite beautiful.

At the bottom, a set of marble columns rose, smooth and perfect to reach the tall ceilings that were the height of the stairway. A room opened out, exquisitely decorated with more of those amazing paintings on the wall. But my immediate attention was on the man seated in front of a huge fireplace, his chest bare, a young girl of no more than 18 on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing as she sucked and stroked his exposed cock.

Marina went behind the huge sofa he was seated on, leaning over it to tough her lips to his. I saw her lips part, her tongue enter his mouth to find his. His hand came up and tangled in her thick black curls, pulling her closer even as his other hand was fisted in the girl's short blonde hair, guiding her head as she sucked his cock.