Crimson Dreams

It took twenty minutes to drop the truck off at 'The Smith Brothers' chop shop. The ring leader was Josh and they legally operated as a junk yard that handled most of the police comphiscated vehicles. I walked out the shop with eight thousand more in my pocket. Jesse had left the title in the truck so Hayden forged his signature signing it over to me. I pawned it to the chop shop. Of course I wasn't getting the truck back but for their records I signed a document stating that I wasn't going to pay the money back so the truck was theirs to sell. I used the Ashley identity of course. My record was still squeaky clean and I wanted it to stay that way. Josh looked pretty happy with himself as we left.

Hayden and I had decided to get a motel room just off Riverside and we were meeting Raphael's people a few miles south of our room. I had yet to get a call on Sherri's phone and I was starting to get a little worried. I was sitting in the bathroom floor of our room and Hayden was behind me sitting on the toilet while dying my hair black. He didn't think Raphael was meeting us himself but in case he did we were changing my appearance.

The plan was to dye my hair and leave the contacts off. Since Raphael had seen my demon side and my skin was all different than he wouldn't recognize me. We had also stopped by a store and bought me some different clothes. They were very loose fitting and conservative. I didn't wear really revealing clothes but I didn't wear clothes that were three sizes to big either. Right now I was wearing nothing but my panties.

"So what’s the story of Ethan?"

"What do you mean?"

"We are dating and I don't know anything about your friend that we are risking our lives for."

"You don't have to go with me."

"That's not what I meant. I want to know more about you."

"Oh." No one ever said I had good temper control. "He is one of those special humans. The first time we met I was working a case for Alex. He sat next to me and asked 'What are you?' I was offended and told him to fuck off. He said he was sorry for being so direct but he was referring to my aura. He told me I had the prettiest aura he had ever seen and that it was pure. He started explaining to me what my aura said about me. We spent hours sitting in the bookstore laughing and talking. He told me of his brothers and sisters and how he hated working at the coffee shop. I started going to the coffee shop and sitting with him while we had coffee. Finally I told him what I was and gave him a vague outline of what I did. Been friends ever since."

"You said he had been taken and tortured before. What happened?" His curiosity sounded genuine enough that it didn't bother me he was wanting information on Ethan.

"The case I was working on took a turn and they seen me talking to Ethan. They wanted to know why I was killing their vampires. When I went to the coffee shop and he wasn't there I knew something was wrong so I went to find him. Alex and I chained the vampires down inside before we got Ethan out and set the house on fire. I moved Ethan into my apartment three days later. The few times work has followed me home has caused him to get shot, bitten, and damn near killed but he doesn't want to leave. I have always saved him in the end because he is the only friend I really have."

"Don't his dates get jealous of you when they find out he is living with you?"

I started laughing as I shook my head. The idea of Ethan's dates being jealous over me was a very funny idea indeed considering I wasn't what he liked. "None of his dates would ever be jealous of me."

He turned me around to face him and the seriousness of his face made me stop laughing. I looked up into his eyes to find that navy blue fire swirling along the edges of his eyes. "You are very beautiful and a lot of woman envy you. If I were a woman and dating a man who was living with someone as beautiful as you I would be very jealous."

"I am no threat to Ethan's dates because his boyfriends know he isn't interested in what I have. However, you would be a threat to them."

I didn't have to be so blunt about it but the look of shock of Hayden's face made it well worth while. He opened his mouth to say something and then closed it again before turning me back around and finishing my hair. I started laughing again and this time Hayden joined me.

When the time came to wash the dye out of my hair Hayden sat in the bathroom floor talking to me. We were going over our plans for the umpteenth time. When I turned the water off and opened the curtain he was standing there holding a towel out to me. He wasn't wearing a shirt and the steam from my shower made his chest glisten. He had made a comment about burning myself when I first got in the shower because I use so much hot water that my skin was flushed.

I stepped out the shower before drying off fully and started walking to him. I didn't get far before I slipped on the wet floor. He moved in that dizzyingly fast motion only master vampires have to catch me before I hit the floor. He cradled me in his arms against his wet chest as he looked at me with a smile. His face went so soft when he looked at me with that smile. I ran my hand down his chest and felt the ripple of his skin in its wake. He was perfect in every way and he was about to risk his life for me. I knew the chances of us coming out of this alive were slim to none.

He ran his hands through my wet hair before he carried me out the bathroom. I saw my reflection in the mirror just outside the bathroom door. I did look different from earlier and if you added the baggy clothes I would look really different to the point I probably wouldn't recognize myself. I had never died my hair black before but it looked really good in contrast to my deep hazel eyes. He rounded the corner and tossed me gently to the first bed.

The towel came from around me and I was no longer covered from his gaze. He took his time as he looked me over while undoing his pants. His pale flesh was just a touch lighter than my own but he seemed to glow with an inner light. I watched him was he pulled his pants off with a slow and deliberate speed. When he spilled out of his pants he was already firmly pressed against his own body. I licked my lips in anticipation as he started crawling on the bed and up my body.

He settled his body between my legs as he pressed his lips to mine. I sighed in content against his lips as I closed my eyes and brought my arms around his neck to pull him closer. His tongue was like velvet as he rubbed it along my own in a massaging manner. I traced the lines of her shoulders and around his back has he pushed himself against my opening. His left hand plucked and pulled my nipple until it was erect and sensitive. I felt that alien heat spread through my body and settle between my legs. He pulled his left hand from nipple and ran it down my sides and over my hips gently.

His fingers caressed the tender skin of my folds as he started trailing kisses down my neck. He pushed the first two fingers of his left hand inside me. His fingers carefully moved against that inner sweet spot until he found the stroke that made me cry out for him. He continued to move in that stroke while taking my nipple into his mouth to tease and pull. I grabbed his shoulders tightly as I felt that first wave of pleasure spread through my body. I moaned again as his fangs sunk into the skin above my nipple. The pleasure of his bite mixed with the feeling of his fingers making those skilled strokes and threw me into orgasm.

He pulled off of me and rolled me onto my stomach before getting between my legs again. He lifted my hips to the angle he wanted before thrusting himself all the way into me. I screamed as my body jerked with another orgasm. He started thrusting into me relentlessly as I moaned against the pillows. My hands gripped the sheets as his thrust got deeper and I started pushing back against him. I begged for more as his body pounded into me from behind. His fingers dug into my hips and pulled me back to him as my head hit the wall behind the bed.

My body was soaked in my own sweat as another orgasm tore his name from my lips. I called to him repeatedly as my body convulsed under him. With every thrust the tip of him pressed against my cervix and his rhythm broke as he moaned. With one last hard thrust deep inside me his release filled me up and I quivered at the feeling. His body collapsed on top of me before he rolled to the bed beside me.

"I hoped you wouldn't assume the wrong thing when I rolled you over." He said as he pulled me too him.

"I almost freaked until you went into the right hole."

He laughed and kissed my cheek. "I would ask before doing that to you."

"Thanks, I think."

"We need to get dress and then head out." He pressed his lips to mine gently before getting out of bed. "I wish I could hold you longer but if I do then I won't want to leave. And we have your friend to retrieve."

"If we make it through the night then there will be plenty of time to do so later. I promise."

"I intend to hold you to that promise."

He was perfect. Throughout history man has tried to make sculptures or poems to capture that masculine beautiful and all have failed. A smiled curved my lips as I watched him dress in motions that were seductive and lethal at the same time. His wife was a fool to bring another to her bed.