A Necessary Evil

A Torence Frost: Subterrestrial Hunter Novel

A Necessary Evil
Written by Jacob Waton

Chapter One: Vampire and Human Complications

Those eyes just stared at me. For the first time in my life, I was scared of my girlfriend. She could literally tear me in two with her bare hands. Hell, she probably could have done it with one hand, if she so chose. It would take one hell of a miracle to get me out of this. I only hoped that she would find some control over her undead tendencies.
I loved her. Aurora was my soulmate. She had been in life, and now she was in death. I had no choice in the matter. She had been vamped while I was away on assignment. It was just really bad timing. Somehow, through some kind of miracle, Aurora had managed to keep her soul. That was something that never happened....ever.
Of course her soul being saved hadn\'t changed her moral views one bit. Cheating was cheating and I was caught. The person that I was cheating on her with was none other than the head vamp himself, Cyrol. I was curious, so fucking sue me! People are allowed to be curious and make mistakes. So why couldn\'t I? Wasn\'t a girl such as myself allowed at least one monsterous fuck up in life?
I found myself very afraid, not for my own safety, but for Aurora\'s safety. Cyrol was not called the Master Vampire of the Darkwynd for nothing. He was strong, powerful, and very unpredictable. Even other Master Vampires feared Cyrol. He was the type that would not hesitate to challenge the devil himself if he thought he had a whisper of a chance. He was one sadistic son of a bitch. So why was I in my and her bed with another person? Why indeed?
Aurora rushed us. We were still naked under the covers. \"You stupid bitch!\" she roared. \"After everything that we talked about, how could you run and crawl into the arms of that crazy animal!\"
I hadn\'t noticed it, but Cyrol had already moved. The way he moved was something that I couldn\'t explain. It was like he was there and then he was all of a suddenly somewhere else. Almost like teleportation, but I knew only too well that it was not that, it was pure speed.
I moved, but I must have been way slower than the two vampires, because she had me by the shoulders. I hadn\'t even seen her move. She was just suddenly there holding me. With her strength she could have been playing around, which we usually liked to do, and easily have pulled them out of their sockets. Her arms were most definitely like steel. Of course I wouldn\'t let my girlfriend man handle me, pardon the pun, like a rag doll. I knew how to take care of myself. They didn\'t call me Torence Frost, the Bloody Seriphim for nothThe The name itself along with the title was an oxymoron. Frost-Bloody, Bloody-Frost, get it?
I was a damn good subterrestrial hunter and I could have easily killed her in a second, but then again there was that little problem of the fact that I loved her a wou would let her, to some extent, repay me for cheating on her. \"Rori,\" I said softly, or as softly as one can muster while being crushed by the force of a small bulldozer. \"I\'m sorry. There is no excuse for what I have done.\" I was taming it down for the sole purpouse to tame her down. I still stand firm on my view that I should have damn well been allowed to make my own mistakes.
Her very much alive eyes stared deep into me. Vampires. They could read you like a book within the first second of meeting you. For some reason she had a way that no other vamp had of reading me. She let go of me, realizing the truth when I told it. \"Dammit, why do you make me do this?\" she spat.
I had no real answer for her. I couldn\'t even tell if it was Cyrol\'s thrawl or not, but somehow we ended up shacked up. I was a terrible person. \"I don\'t know what to say.\" I replied.
Cyrol was off in the corner, barely visible. He was frieking watching the entire thing. \"I think that I\'ll take my leave now.\"saidsaid.
Aurora turned on him with what was unmistakeably hunger. I knew that vampires didn\'t eat other vampires, but she looked like she wanted to devour him. Of course, to him, she was just a minnow, and he a shark. Not a very fair match up. \"Oh you bloody will not!\" she screamed. \"You bastard, you, you fucking asshole! You knew that she was mine!\" she shouted. To the untrained eye, she was talking shit. To me, I knew that she was attempting to control herself by resorting to trash talk.
I was running out of available options. My gun was all the way across the room on the desk, where I carelessly threw it. Damn. When your too busy fucking someone deep in a thrawl, you tend to forget things, important things like your gun. It was something that I would normally not forget to do. Hell, I usually put my weapons at priority number one. It was the first thing I was bound to do when someone surprised me. I could be totally nude and someone would walk in and I would grab my gun before I would even get a chance to think about grabbing my clothes. Me? Paranoid? Naw.
\"You fucking bastard, I\'m going to cut your heart out and shove it up your ass.\" she shouted.
Cyrol laughed. It was a very warm feeling whenever he laughed, like the feel of a giant kitty cat rubbing againt your leg, except that it\'s all over your body. \"You will try.\" His voice had a way of sounding adorable and creepy at the same time.
\"Cyrol,\" I shouted. \"Either you leave now, or shut the fuck up!\" Cyrol sometimes had that effect on me. He could be all sweet one moment and an ass the next.
\"As you wish, my little crimson snow cone.\"
He made sure that he added that annoying ass nickname of his. It was his version of my namesake, the Bloody Seriphim. I didn\'t like it. \"I changed my mind Cyrol, get the fuck out now!\"
Aurora was fuming, and you could feel her power cascade throughout the room, pulling at things that were never meant to be touched. At that moment I wanted to touch her, to make her pain go away. I wanted to push Cyrol out the fucking door and let my fuming girlfriend ravage me. There was only one problem, my body was tired and it was used to Cyrol.
Cyrol walked over to me and his power came crashing down on me like a tornado. It made me gasp for air. I looked up to him because he towered over me at six feet two. He was beautiful, and no amount of visciousness would change that. Did I love him? Who knows? Did I lust him? Oh yes, definitely.
Cyrol was over six feet tall. He had silver curly hair that hung down his shoulders almost past them. It framed his face nicely. His two most interesting features were his eyes and his back. His eyes glowed as if a purple burning flame flickered in them. His back was something worth a Masters ransom. It held ancient markings of power that seemed to give him part of his power. I knew the markings allowed him to call forth any beast to do his bidding. It was a terrible thought, but if he really wanted to, he could call forth dragons. I\'ve never seen him do it, but I like to keep an open mind about certain things, like making an enemy out of my vampire boyfriend, yes I said boyfriend, would not be good.
Cyrol could also levitate, or maybe the term was fly....I don\'t know dammit. All I know is that he could be on the ground one moment, and in the air the next. It unnerved the hell out of me. He could also heal almost anything with his body. Scary thought, huh? He could take energy and put it in another vessel that wasn\'t his own. I really didn\'t know what the hell that meant, but it sounded bad.
I tried to say, get the fuck off me, but that was not what had come out. Instead, it came out as \"....fuck....me!\" Dammit, dammit, double dammit! I tried to recover enough breath to rephrase it, but he had kissed me.
I was suddenly lost in him. His lips pressed hard against mine, a soft flick of his tounge forced my lips to part to let him further in. I could have fought it, but found that I didn\'t want to. My energies suddenly exploded around us, sort of like a metaphisical orgasm. All this from just a kiss. It made me wonder what would happen I lost control of my energies during sex. Needless to say that this was very tame for Cyrol and me. He pulled away, but I don\'t think that I noticed, because I was riding my power at that moment.
He touched my shoulder, running his fingers through my hair. \"I will take my leave and let you tend to your blood pup.\" Blood pup was another nickname of his for Aurora, because I let her feed off of me daily. I looked at him, daring him to call me something. He laughed again. \"Hah, I do love it when your heart races so.\" he stopped, his eyes were bright, happy. \"I must depart now....Tori. I fear that if I don\'t, then I will never be able to leave your presence. You have a way that, shall we say, makes my heart jump so.\" And with a bow he was just suddenly gone, but he managed to leave me with a smile on my face. I don\'t know how he does it, but he does. I turned to see a very calm and reserved Aurora, sitting on one of my bar stools. Nothing shown on her face. It was a blank mask that told me nothing. That scared me.
I had a feeling that we were about to have it out.