Page 60 of The Vampire’s Prey

Smiling to myself, I hop out of bed and get dressed for the day. Marion is due to arrive in a few minutes, and I don't want to waste any time getting the day started. As I’m pulling out my clothes, I reach under the stack to grab my phone. As I do every morning, I check the messages, social media, and such before putting it back in the drawer. At first, I thought Adrian was harsh to only let me have my phone during the day, but truthfully, it's been freeing.

I punch in my code, expecting to see a blank screen; however, my brother's code name flashes up at me. Guilt swamps me hard. For the last several days, I've been able to live in this fairy tale world with just Adrian and me. It was the best days I've had in my life. But real life is knocking at my door.

As I read his text, I feel the blood drain from my face. Ropes. Is this a thing then? Is this how the vampires are luring their victims? Surly not. He actually cares for me. Right? I think back through the times we've had. Sure he's hurt me and drunk from me, but he has never harmed me. And I liked it. All of it. My face heats up. I shouldn't have liked it, but I did.

My fingers pause over the buttons, unsure of what to say. I look closer at the time when it was sent. If my calculations were correct, I was out on the rocks with Adrian at that point. He could have killed me, and no one would know. I look around the room, really seeing the missing windows and mirrors. No one would know, even here. Does anyone even realize that I'm missing? This is crazy, I chide myself. Adrian has done nothing to make me question him. Even though he is a vampire.

Sighing, I quickly text back. I need to get some air or something before I go completely crazy.

I'm okay. No signs of bogies. I was mistaken with my earlier report to Father.

I will stay until mission end to confirm before going home.

I click the button to turn the screen blank and finish getting dressed. Maybe today, Adrian will have something for me to do instead of just sitting around and twiddling my thumbs. Even Marion has been busy the last few times she's come over. Maybe today will be different. Maybe she'll have time to play some games with me. Looking back over to the bed, I see the small, stuffed bunny Adrian gave me, and my stomach flips. Simon has to be wrong. He just has to be.

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Simon

So she can text. I scan back over her words and scowl. The little liar. Even someone just newly trained could tell that fanger is a vampire. There's no way she didn't notice all of them crawling over the bar she works at. Great. Now I have to kill several more hours before sunset. Luckily, what this hotel lacks in good food, it makes up for with a decent gym. Maybe I can work off some of this frustration before going back to the bar tonight. If she isn’t going to do her job, I sure as hell will.

My hands are still sore from the abrasions I got last night, but the pain helps amp up my resolve. By the end of the week, all the vamps will be dead, and little miss Evangeline will be begging me for my cock. That's right. I’ll make it to where her only comfort is while servicing me. Maybe that will get her head back on straight. I punch the punching bag a few times, jabbing hard. If she likes pain, I can give her pain. Jab, jab. Make no mistake about that.

About thirty minutes later, I head back up to my room to shower. As I pass my pants from last night, I see the cum stains crusted on the inside. Disgusted, I kick them away. Oh God! I wasn't thinking at all last night. Maybe I left some evidence at the scene. I can’t let them know I’m here before I’m ready to kill them. Jumping into the shower, I wash down quickly and yank my clothes on. Luckily the road to the scene last night is a straight shot from the mansion; otherwise, I might not have been able to find it. Pulling into the small alcove I parked in last night, I begin to retrace my steps. It’s very obvious where I came on the rocks, but other than that, nothing seems out of place. I'm pretty sure lots of people have used this spot as a sex or jack-off place before, so that shouldn't be an issue.

Nothing else seems amiss. No weapons, no papertrail. Unless they’re willing to scrape off every bit of DNA from this place, there’s no way my cum will turn up anything. As I turn to leave, movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention.

Turning around, I noticed a strip of dark blue where Evangeline was tied up. I make my way over there and find a small coil of rope caught onto the rocks. As I turn it over in my hands and wrap it around my fists, an idea percolates in my head. This will work just perfectly.

I make my way back to my car, a huge smile on my face. The hero is going to kill the monster and get the girl. Tossing the rope into the backseat, I begin whistling as I start the car up and make my way back into town. Now, all I have to do is wait again for sunset.

* * *

The music begins to grate on my nerves as I hide away in one of the booths. I have perfect sight lines to all the major entrances and exits. Barbara is working again tonight, and she assured me that Evangeline is coming in. The way the simpering cow makes her way back and forth to my area confirms that she wants me. Well, why shouldn't I have her. Besides, it's not right for a man to abstain. It is our job to populate the earth with our seed. And what better way than with willing cunts, ready to spread their legs for any dick.

She comes back over, a huge smile on her face, as she sets down my drink.

"I have a break in ten minutes," she whispers, no doubt trying to be sultry.

I’m not enticed. At this point, she’s nothing but a means to an end. Before I can answer, Evangeline and her monster stride in. Showtime.

"I'd love nothing more," I reply, flashing her my killer smile. "I saw a private area out back if you're interested in being alone.” Winking, I pick up my drink and shoot it back.

She smiles and nods. "I know just the place."

As she walks back over to the bar, I slip out and wait for my prey.

The air is stifling hot. Dry heat my ass. The minutes crawl by like hours. Every few seconds, I check my bag to make sure the rope is still there. It is, and I curse myself for being so stupid.

"Yoohoo!"

Finally.

Looking up, I watch Barbara saunter over to me. Her white shirt is already partially unbuttoned, revealing her creamy curves underneath. A flare of arousal hits me, but I tamp it down. I’m here for a job. Besides, she isn’t going to live long enough to make my sperm count. It would just be another way of wasting it. I’ve done that too many times already. I can’t keep tempting God like this.

"Come here, gorgeous. You've left me waiting for far too long."

She giggles and makes her way over. "For someone who doesn't even know me, you haven't been waiting long enough."