vampire --part 4--

Aya quickly turned and headed down the street, not wanting to wait and see what might come out from the space behind her. She walked down the road into the 24-hour retro diner where she worked and changed into her uniform. She wore a skirt that was cut half way up her thigh and a blouse that flattered her figure.

She was different at work; she was more outgoing and friendly, more accepted. She actually liked work. It was the one thing in her uneventful tormented life that brought her happiness. She went around as normal, the trouble of her day melting away with each smile she passed out and received. She talked to costumers and waited the tables until the clock surrounded by neon bright lights in the corner chimed midnight.

Aya smiled at the few straggling customers before collecting her belongings and yelling good-bye to her boss. She walked out into the chilled night hair with her bag over her shoulder. She adjusted her uniform before breathing in the refreshing breeze that wafted past her, carrying the last scents of closing bakeries, before she started walking down the street, stopping as she came upon the alley opening.

She stopped, looking into the abyss, faintly seeing the street light waiting for her on the other side. If she didn’t take this short cut it would take at least an extra hour to get home. She sighed, taking a deep breath before taking a step forward, then another, and another. She stopped, looking ahead, trying to see anything moving amongst the shadows. She took a deep breath, deciding she had to go through. She started walking again and slowed as she heard her name being called softly as if carried by the wind. She heard a soft laugh as she stopped. She wasn’t sure if she should keep walking or wait to see who had called her name. She tried to pull down her skirt a bit more feeling suddenly bare. She tensed as she heard another laugh.
“I never thought I would see you in a skirt,” the wind chuckled softly.

Aya tried to ignore the voice and her shaky nerves as the wind continued to sweep smoothly between the brick walls. She once again started moving, walking faster as she heard the shuffle of feed. She stopped, and so did the echo; she laughed nervously to herself.
“Must just be my echo,” she said, trying to comfort her tension. She quickened her pace to a near run as she heard yet another chuckle in the darkness/

She could see the light from the street lamps as she neared the end of the ally, she looked around one last time and stopped in fear as she watched a shadowy outline appear on the wall next to her to her shadow. She felt an arm wrap caressingly around her waist and pull her quickly back in the abyss against a hard body.
“Going so soon beautiful?” A deep familiar voice hissed lowly in her ear, the hot breath tickling her senses.

The creature of the night pushed her against the wall, knocking the air from her lungs. She tried to catch her breath as a pair of lips locked on to hers, kissing her forcefully and wantonly. Her lungs began to burn with the need for new air. Aya opened her eyes as the kiss awakened her senses, calling to her sight and smell. She focused on the gaze, only to look into the creatures intense crystal blue eyes. He put more pressure against her, keeping her pinned against the wall with his lean body.
He put his hand over her mouth and bit her neck tenderly, barely breaking the skin as he teased her. He licked slowly over the irritated flesh, tasting what called to him under the skin. He slowly began undoing her blouse until his hand was able to slide over her chest. He could feel the fresh breath collecting in her chest, could sense the blood pumping through her heart and veins as she prepared herself to scream. He bit into her neck hard, sinking his fangs into the warm flesh, tasting the warm juice of her life spill into his mouth as the scream became a mere gasp. He gripped her close as the ecstasy washed through him.
“Please my gorgeous Aya, don’t ruin our fun,” he playfully purred as he licked away the blood that had leaked between his lips.
“Night…” she whispered weakly, still stunned from the force in which she had hit the wall. But he was lost to his own animal instincts as her blood pulsed through him, setting fire to his own. She whimpered quietly as he roughly kicked her feet apart and slid his hand up her thighs. He dragged his fangs down her neck to her collarbone before licking back up the trail of blood.
“You taste so wonderfully sweat my dear, so pure, so innocent, just as I’ve imagined,” he cooed to her almost lovingly.

Aya continued to hold eye contact, even as she heard the zipper of his leather pants go down. His eyes lightened for only a moment, giving way to a light and tender blueness that portrayed concern before turning authoritatively dark as he shifted her skirt.

Kohel standing alone in front of the school as she walked away; he looked so concerned and regretful as she left…

“Kohel, No! Please…” she whimpered quietly but quickly, the lack of proper air and loss of blood beginning to take hold of her body. Night froze; he was suddenly pulled off her, causing her to collapse. She coughed tiredly, desperately gulping in air to fill her lungs.
“I told you to stay out of sight! I told you to be more careful! I told you…for heaven’s sake boy, pull your pants up,” Darrius held Night in a headlock, talking sternly and impatiently as he Night strained to get back to Aya. Darrius looked over at Aya who had begun to crawl weakly away.
“Night…were you trying to…” Darrius sighed
“You can’t rape the willing,” Night laughed quickly, licking blood off his lips. Darrius tightened his hold on Night as they watched Aya crawl into the light of the street lamp. She suddenly stopped and collapsed, deprived of all energy.
“Poor girl…” Darrius sighed sadly as he watched her, “How could you Night, now you’ve traumatized her in one of the most fragile states of change.”
“But I’m tired of waiting! She’s mine Darrius! You know she belongs to me! You know that I want her! Besides, you should have seen how she walked away from me today,” Night whined.

Darrius sighed and dropped Night from his grip, walking over to Aya and gently turning her onto her back. He brushed the hair from her face and looked at the cuts that covered her neck and chest, gently dabbing at the blood with the cuff of his suit jacket.
“You were too rough on her Night,” Darrius said disapprovingly as he re-buttoned her blouse. He wiped clean the cuts Night had created up her thigh and pulled her skirt back down. Aya groaned as Darrius lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her arms instinctively around his neck as she began to drift out of conciseness.
“Night, come help carry her. We have to get her back before sunrise.

Night got up from the ground and zipped up his pants. He walked over to them and expectantly put out his arms to take Aya. Darrius gently tried to pull her off him but she stayed as she was, refusing to let go.
“Guess she stays with me…” Darrius said in a quiet slightly smug way. Aya tried to protest as she felt him start to walk. Even as the light dimmed away and her vision began to leave she mumbled incoherent words until she fell into a peaceful sleep to the rhythm of Darrius breathing.