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I love pissing him off. I seem to piss almost everyone off multiple times a day. I can be cold and distant. I don’t like most people. I’ve lived through too much shit over my four hundred years on this earth. I’ve seen the worst of the worst within it. I torture the worst of the worst daily.
I own a club with Ryker called The Mark. I enjoy working there, and I think of Ryker as my family. He saved me when I needed to be saved. He knows I consider him my brother. He understands my personality is lacking and doesn’t take offense. Not so much for other people. Ryker is the only one in this world that knows my story, where I came from, and why I’m an asshole. I don’t share with anyone else. I’m not the sharing kind of guy.
Four months ago, Ryker met his mate, Serenity. He’s happy as shit with a baby on the way. I’m thrilled for him, even though it doesn’t show. This will be the first recorded vampire birth that we know of. Which, in my mind, makes it a miracle. I like Serenity. She’s beautiful, and kind, and took to being a vampire like no other I have ever seen. She’s also part witch.
I turn back to my guest. I’ve taken it upon myself to rid the world of men that hurt women and kids. I call it my mission. I kill them, get rid of the body, and move on with life. This particular man took advantage of young children in the worst way. I don’t give someone like that a chance to change because I don’t believe they can. He doesn’t deserve a second chance.
“Sorry about that,” I say, picking up my hammer. “My friend wouldn’t stop calling. He won’t interrupt again.” I decide to leave the tape on. I don’t want to hear his sob story or his excuses. There is no excuse for hurting children. “I was undecided on whether to make this last longer. It’s only been a few hours since we started. I think I have some more time to dedicate to you.” I hold up my hammer so he can see it. “Do you know why I like using a hammer? It’s primitive. It feels like an extension of my arm, and I have to use the power of my muscles to weld it.” He watches the hammer as I swing it. It’s not an ordinary hammer. It’s large, intimidating, with two square metal mallets on the end. “It's much more personal than the other weapons I have here. As you know, I start with something else and move on to another. When I pick the hammer, it signifies that the fun is about to start and the end is near.”
His eyes widen, and sweat pours down his face, mixing with the blood oozing down his chest. He takes me at my word and knows his world will end soon.
I work quickly after that. I take care of the body and clean my work area before leaving. The mystery of how I dispose of it will remain a mystery. Ryker has never asked about my methods, and I’m grateful. He would be able to pry the information from me.
I rented this building for just this purpose. It was out of the way and abandoned to decay. I fixed it enough that it won’t fall on my head and redesigned the basement for my needs. Ryker has his ideas of what I’m doing but would never stop me.
Vampires get bored. We have bought businesses, made lifetimes of money, and tried everything possible many times over. I have had every flavor of women, fucking them and sending them on their way. I don’t do relationships. They are messy, and feelings tend to get in the way. I don’t want a woman for more than a physical release. By nature, vampires are ruthless and have many appetites, sex being one of them. I usually don’t fuck a woman twice.
It sounds heartless, but they know the deal before engaging in anything. Many of them want the experience of fucking a vampire, so we both get what we want. I have a service that sends them to me. They are willing and eager.
I open the door to one of my many apartments. A cheetah awaits me. Her instructions are clear: be naked and ready for me. There is no talking, no cuddling, and when it’s over, she leaves. I make sure she gets off, and she rewards me by allowing me to do whatever I want.
I find her on the bed, naked, spread out, and waiting for me. She has brown hair and blue eyes, devouring me as I step into the room. Her breasts are large, her curves are generous, and her hips beg for someone to hold them.
“You were informed of the rules?” I ask. I trust my contact, but I have to make sure she is completely willing.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You want this?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says.
The desire on her face shows me she thinks she is the one using me. I stand at the end of the bed and undo my pants. I never get naked with the women. I do them fast and dirty. But first, we start with her pleasure.
I stroke up her legs and end up diving into her pussy. I use my hands, lips, teeth, and tongue to bring her to the ultimate paradise. I tune out her whimpers and moans. I love eating pussy. I do it well; I have had lots of practice. I don’t know her name, but at this moment, I make it my goal to give her the best of her life. She grips my hair and I freeze. I reach up and remove them. She doesn’t get to touch. She broke a rule. I generously allow the slip.
I work her toward the peak she seeks. She yells as she comes. I won’t let her come down, flipping her suddenly to all fours and entering her. She groans as I fill her. She is warm and stretches to accommodate me. I fuck her hard. I close my eyes and revel in the comfort of a woman. This is the only time I allow myself the weakness of wishing for one. I’ve given up on having someone in my life.
I feel the buzz in my spine as she comes again. I let myself go, pulling out before I come inside her, even though I used a condom. I can’t get anyone pregnant unless they are my mate, and the chances of having a child are slim for vampires. But I don’t give anything of myself to anyone.
I back off the bed, fix my pants, and look at the mess of a woman on the bed. She fell onto her stomach, exhausted and satisfied. Usually, I make them leave first, but I don’t care to wait tonight.
“Lock the door when you leave,” I instruct.
“What?” she says, disoriented.
“When you leave, lock the door behind you.” I walk to the doorway but pause. “Thank you,” I say softly.
“My pleasure,” she says, grinning.
I acknowledge her comment with a nod and leave. I didn’t drive my car. Why drive when you can fly? Alright, so I don’t fly in the air, but on the ground. I can walk or run through the shadows. Vampires are extremely fast. We can blur our bodies, so it looks like a shadow. I can make it so no one sees me move. As I pass people, they may wonder at the feeling of movement beside them, but it’s only a fleeting thought.
I love being a vampire. Sometimes I don’t act like it, but I wouldn’t want to be any other way. I was human once, a very long time ago. It was not worth the pain. I discovered Ryker and saw what he was and asked,—begged—him to turn me into what he was. He must have seen the desperation on my face and given in. I went crazy after that. When you suddenly have abilities you have only read about, you revel in the power. I am grateful he stayed with me and helped me control my rage. I wanted to kill and drink from everyone I came across. I didn’t care that there was a way to get the blood my body needed without killing. I didn’t care if they had families or if they were good people. All I could see were blood bags with which I could quench my thirst.
I had powers that overwhelmed me. I was fast, strong, and could control minds. Controlling minds was my favorite. I could make you do anything I wanted. Be anything I wanted. It took a long time to think about what I was doing. Ryker cleaned up after me and stopped me from doing things I wouldn’t be able to come back from. We had fun too. Everything was brand new and exciting. I forgot about my past and the pain of it. I forgot the memories that kept me up at night. I forgot that the newness would fade away, and I would be the same person I was before.
My apartment is in the same building as Ryker’s and our bar manager. Mine was on the second floor. I like my privacy. I have a state-of-the-art security system. The idea of someone uninvited invading my space sends fire through my veins. Ryker and Ava are the only people that have been inside.
Ava is a wolf, but she was a human when I met her. She is the best friend of Ryker’s mate. I was charged with keeping her safe while Ryker dealt with his mate, who was in danger. He brought her to me, knowing I would never turn him down when it was important. I hated her. We fought all the time. Looking back, the real reason was that she was in my space. She lived to annoy me, and I hated her for it. I have since changed my mind. She is like an annoying younger sister. She met her mates two months ago and once again needed protection. I failed her. I was unable to keep her safe and out of the hands of a demented man. I’ve tried to make up for my failure ever since.
