“Is the world ending?” Matt asked. “Where is all this truth coming from? Wait a minute… Did something happen between you and Ryan?”
“We broke up,” she replied simply, like it didn’t matter that much.
“Well that makes sense then,” Matt said. “Well, for his sake, I’m sorry. Hotties like you don’t come around very often. But why don’t you just go home?”
“Alex and I aren’t really on speaking terms lately.”
“Huh. Did she finally decide you weren’t worth the trouble, or did you get bored?”
“A little of both.” She smiled wryly at this.
“So, what? All those years, gone, just like that?”
“Pretty much. I don’t blame her though. Like you said, I am more trouble than I am worth. I really didn’t think it called for taking Dante for herself to punish me.”
“What do you mean?” This had got his attention.
“I’ll talk to you about it if I am allowed in.”
Matt groaned. “All right, come in.”
Lauren took a step forward and into the house. She closed the door and wrapped her arms around Matt’s neck and kissed him. It took a few seconds, but Matt pulled away.
“What are you doing?”
Lauren shushed him, bringing him closer. “Relax.”
She kissed him again, pecking his lips softly.
“I thought you were…going to…tell me about Dante,” Matt mumbled between kisses.
Lauren shushed him again, running her fingers through his hair. “Forget about Dante,” she whispered, running her teeth along his neck, moaning. “Forget about Alex.” Another kiss to his neck. “Let them have each other. Let’s have this.”
“Have what?” Matt whispered.
Lauren reached for his crotch, at his erection straining to be freed. “You can’t lie to me, Matt. I’ve seen the way you look at me, and I can feel it now. I know you want me. You always have. So take what you want. I’m giving you the chance. Because I guarantee I’m going to get what I want from you. It’s gonna happen with or without your permission. Your choice.”
Lauren kissed him again, deeply. This time Matt responded. He couldn’t help it. Not that he had a choice. This wasn’t love; it wasn’t even about sex. It was revenge.
They both crashed to the floor with Lauren straddling him. With her left hand she removed her dress and ripped Matt’s shirt open with the other. She kissed and licked up his stomach to his chest. His hands caressed her toned skin, touching her everywhere he could, or rather, where she would let him. He tried to sit up to kiss her breasts but Lauren shoved him back down again with great force. He reached to hold her but she grabbed his hand and slammed it down over his head. Matt was too overwhelmed to think anything of it.
Lauren guided herself on top of him. He sighed stutteringly as she began to grind and rock, reaching over him so that both of his hands were held by one of hers. Lauren lowered herself towards his mouth. He strained toward her lips, but she put a hand on his cheek and with a quick jerk had turned his face to the side. She fisted her fingers in his hair, keeping him in place. Matt gave her arms wet kisses, as her mouth found his neck. He made an appreciative sound as her teeth pressed again on his skin. He gasped with a sound of pleasure as her mouth filled and then overflowed with the hot, salty liquid.
“I’m mouth-watering, huh?” he whispered dreamily, unaware that it was his blood pooling on the floor. He used his free hand to grasp Lauren’s arse, giving it a sharp slap for good measure. Lauren said nothing, using her tongue to flick him. As soon as her teeth had penetrated his neck Matt had groaned with pleasure, yet gone limp, his interest for sex evaporating as the blood in his body went in a new direction. He lay there blissfully content as Lauren fed. She would make him think he finished the job, drinking until he lost consciousness.
Before long, Matt was still. Lauren positioned herself over Matt’s suddenly supine form, using her thumb to push and suck the last traces of blood into her mouth. Mouth-watering? Please. Even Ryan tasted better. Maybe revenge killing is the blood version of junk food, she thought.
She tilted her head and looked down at her best friend’s boyfriend. He would wake up with a headache, but nevertheless he would wake. She would not kill him. It wasn’t time for that. Yet.
*
She left him on the floor with the front door wide open, walking outside as the breeze brought forth a cool change, and something else. A voice.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Lauren whirled around. “Who the fuck are you?”
“You may call me Julian,” he replied. “And I asked you a question first, did I not?”
Lauren clenched her fists. This Julian guy was way too casual, leaning against the front of the house without a care in the world. “Does what feel good?”
“Feeding from prey you used to know,” Julian pressed. “I have been around so long, I have forgotten what it’s like.”
“Not that great,” Lauren replied tersely. “I’m about to see an old friend. Maybe she’ll taste better.”
“Ah yes, your flatmate. You will never get close with Delavega guarding her.”
Lauren remembered something her new parents had told her. Newborn vampires are stronger than anyone else. With this thought and how bored she was, she lunged at Julian who, with a crack, disappeared in a cloud of smoke that surrounded her for a few seconds before dissipating.
“My my, such a temper.” He
