“We are much more than we appear,” she said, maintaining
an air of mystery.
Harrold's fingers played with the mangled apple. “I have
no doubt about that.”
“There is something I would try. You must let me know
when to stop. And you must trust me, with your life.”
He regarded her, still wearing only a dressing robe. She
looked very much like whore. Could he trust a whore? Hadn't several stolen from
him if dared sleep in their chambers? However, this was Lynn, with her strange
faceted eyes.
“Very well, I trust you.”
She sighed quietly. “I was hoping you'd say that.” She
dropped her hand to his hip, slipping open the buttons of his fly while she
kissed him.
He almost laughed. He had stamina, but three times in an
hour would be a record for him. The kiss was very sensual, teasing, giving him
access to her mouth one moment and denying it the next. Now her tongue darted
to touch his, now her teeth were closed. Beautiful teeth they were, with only
one missing, a tiny window in her smile.
As her hands played, tickling him more than stroking,
his mind began to swim. She trailed kisses down his cheek to his neck and he
moaned very softly, her tongue licking him.
A sharp piercing was replaced with a low burn, as though
he stood just a bit too close to the fire. Only this burn wasn't in his skin,
it was under it. His flaccidity abruptly ended, the fire moving through him
from where Lynn had nipped and through his cock, his ass, his toes.
She swallowed and he started to pull away. Her hand on
his neck prevented him from moving.
“Please, stop.”
She licked his neck again and sighed happily. “You
arrived before I took my share from Kendra.”
The fire in his blood went out and he felt cold. What
monster sat beside him? How could so vile a creature, a vampire, appear
so...ordinary? “You drink blood.”
She nodded and taking the apple from him, bit into it.
“I can eat these too, but I'd never be full. These are here for you,” she
explained, putting the fruit back into his hand.
“Do you...kill?”
She laughed. “I could, certainly. Instead I bleed my
clients, not unlike physicians did.” She rose and began walking around, tending
the banked coals, putting water on the stove. “Tea?” she asked.
“I should go,” he answered, jumping up.
“Remember your contract,” she said, resting her chin in
her hand. She seemed disappointed but unsurprised by his reaction. He had
discovered the real reason they swore everyone to secrecy.
All the same, he hurried back down the hall, past familiar sounds of pleasure and the occasional
scream of pain. It had been alluring before, those screams. Now he worried some
fool was being killed.
The blood on the man at the door, his murderous rage.
Harrold swore he would never return to this house of
horrors.
