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Once I feel more grounded, I decide to begin the process of enticing my mate to claim me. Last night, she proved how much she truly enjoys food, and I have been known to make an incredible omelet.
Standing up out of the bed and away from the warmth of my lover, has me realizing my first task will be clothes. As a creature of the night, the dark room poses no issues for my vision. I quietly dress, going for a more relaxed look with jeans and a fitted T-shirt. A quick round with the toothbrush and comb has me feeling more refreshed. I grab a towel and a few extra things I am able to locate from guest rooms so that if Ginger would like to clean up first before eating, she can easily do so.
With that task taken care of, I find myself at a bit of a loss with clothing. Remembering the time I spent at a yoga retreat a few years ago, I find a pair of the cotton drawstring pants we wore while at the resort. They will be a bit long on her, but the drawstrings will give her the ability to fix them so they don’t fall. I add a super soft t-shirt to the pile and leave the offerings for her in a chair beside the bed before I make my exit.
As much as I hate leaving her alone, the prospect of cooking for her has put an excited pep in my step.
That is... until the quiet of the house settles around me. I train my ears and listen. I should hear the staff moving about, cleaning up after the party before resting for the day. But all I hear is a deafening silence. Something is wrong.
My hackles rise as I begin to prowl down the hallways. Where some staff should already be in bed, there are only empty rooms. I make my way to the bottom floor and still find no one. The ballrooms are all a mess. Almost as if everyone from the party just stopped and left. My staff included.
I begin sniffing aggressively as if that would yield better results. But there is no trail. No evidence. Just... nothing.
My anger rises and I whirl around, desperate to find something. My staff means more to me than hired help. They are my friends. I was fortunate enough to be able to provide wayward paras with a home and a job. I’ve given them loans and provided medical and legal services to them when needed. A few of them have been with me long enough to have cared for me during the loss of my little sister. Although, since I had been the one to raise her, she was more of a daughter to me. Our parents were murdered when she was still in the crib.
When I spin around for the millionth time, my eyes catch something at the valet table by the door. I move to it quickly and snatch up the grey card with gold lettering.
Roaring into the emptiness of the house, I beg the Gods to keep my mate safe while I deal with the treachery. Stuffing the card into my pocket, I make my way as quickly as possible down to the lake outside of town. Since I tend to stay indoors during the day–no the sun will not kill me, but vampires usually get sunburned very easily–and using my speed at night makes me nearly invisible, I don’t own a car. Something I am fiercely regretting at this moment.
Instead, I am forced to move at a slower speed so as to not draw any unwanted attention from the humans.
This means that in my now one-hundred years on this earth, this is the first time I have hated being near humans.
I’m not sure who this person is, but they are going to regret fucking with me.
The usual five-minute trip to the lake takes me nearly thirty minutes. I sincerely hope that Ginger is still resting, or maybe relaxing in the shower. With how steadily my anger is rising, I don’t foresee this conversation lasting long. Feeling my fangs descend, I slow my breathing. I have to remain calm or I will simply tear this person apart with no answers at all.
As I approach the lakeside, I spot the apple tree. It’s known by the townsfolk as Lover’s Tree, hence the insane amount of initial carvings inside of hearts or between addition symbols. The whole thing is odd to me, and as a witch with more nature-based powers, I’m sure Ginger hates it. Unnecessary torture of a living creation. Yeah, now that I think of it from that perspective, I hate it too.
Lost in my ridiculous thoughts, I manage to pull a rookie mistake and bumble my way right into a rune circle. One of the few magickal traps that work on vampires.
Spinning around and snarling when I hear footsteps from behind me, I study the steadily approaching figure. Her face seems unmemorable, but I know that I’ve seen it somewhere.
When I rush toward her only to bounce back when I hit the edge, fear flits across her face for a brief moment before she manages to school her features. The same fearful expression that crossed her face last night when she broke in on my little hallway interlude with Ginger. I should have killed her then while I was fucking my girl, I bet Ginger would have relished the mayhem.
“Hello, you disgusting piece of trash.”
Well now. That wasn’t very nice.
I smile wide, but there is nothing friendly about it.
I definitely should have killed this bitch last night. I bet I could have done so without taking my cock out of Ginger’s pussy even. Fucking while killing. Now that sounds hot.
I made a mental note that we should try it sometime. But not with this bitch.
Oh no, she is going to learn real fast how quickly she fucked up.
Maybe I can take care of her quickly enough to still bring Ginger breakfast in bed.
No Shame in My Steps
Ginger
There are at least half a dozen beautiful ways to wake up in a new lover's bed the next morning.
Morning breath sex is acceptable. Cuddles are lovely. Breakfast in bed is divine.
Alone... not so fucking much.
