He twirled her around so she was bent face first over the desk which sent papers scuttling along the floor and heaved it about an inch. She gave a shocked squeal of delight just before Dante sank his fangs into her shoulder. “I can tell under that expensive perfume this won’t be your first time.”
It was then she cried out. Years of feeding off humans, not even the last few where he had only fed off one at a time, hadn’t diminished his experience. He still had the skills along with the hunger. He could make her feel whatever he wanted from his bite. Explosive pleasure to agonising pain. All that mattered was how deep his teeth went and the angle and pressure he sucked with.
Even now she moaned as if he was inside her. He could feed and she wouldn’t even know what he was doing. She would know she’d been in a rough make out session. But that’s all. But this one had known the touch of a vampire before.
Dante retracted his fangs and cleaned up the blood from the wound with his tongue, before healing the punctures. He pulled himself away from her and turned his back once again as she collapsed to the ground, still giggling.
“Oh baby…hail to the King.” She smiled. He could see her reflection reaching up for him. All pretence now gone. She knew who he was. And what he was. “So that’s the way you like it…bring that cock over here.”
“Get up.”
“Hard to get huh…” she said, rising unsteadily. “I like that.”
She gripped his arse and bit his shoulder. “Honey, playing hard to get doesn’t work when I could feel how hard you are just then.”
“I want you to tell me everything you know about Julian Kent.”
“You must be joking.”
Dante turned around, allowing his eyes to glow. “Do I look like I’m joking? I could smell him on your neck.”
She tensed and took a step back. “What the hell?”
Dante flashed his fangs. “I just took a quart of your blood. I can very easily take all of it in less than four minutes. You worked for the Battys as their nanny.”
“You…yeah so?”
“Julian leaves none alive unless they are useful to him-”
Dante lifted her via her throat and slammed her to the window, speaking in a deep, calm voice, “Tell me what he told you to do.”
“No…it wasn’t like that.”
Dante pressed harder. The pressure caused her to moan as tears leaked from her eyes. “OK…OK…! He got me one night coming out of here. He fed off me and said if I wanted to live forever I just had to pass on a message.”
“What message?”
“He wanted me to tell the Battys I’d found a doctor that could help with their daughter. Her condition was secret. They wouldn’t have believed him if he just turned up at the door. I don’t know what he told them to do and I just wanted to help her, I swear.”
“You’re lying…”
“No…he said he could cure her! And he did! It worked,”
Dante’s eyes twitched with rage. “You knew…you knew something would happen…you knew it wouldn’t be that easy. You couldn’t be that fucking stupid. Does he know what she is? Why come after her…tell me what you know.”
“He wants you defeated. He’s going after her, whoever she is, because he wants revenge on you after what you did to his father. He says she’s your weakness. He’s been obsessed with this idea and he won’t let it go. I don’t care about any of that. I don’t want anyone to die. I just wanted to be a vampire. He said he had one last thing to finish before he’d turn me. I don’t know what it is, I swear.”
“An innocent woman suffered because of you. She did nothing to you…to anyone. But she was beaten…” The words Dante used caused her to cringe and look away from him. But he continued… “Tortured…. Ravaged. Broken and bleeding. She screamed for help. All because of you. That’s the last thing he has to do. Kill her.”
Dante paused then as she broke down. Who was he really angry at? He was just as responsible as she was. Dante had been warned that something would happen, but he ignored it. He was selfish. Just like she was. Who was really responsible here?
He let her go and looked down. But he had paid his price. He lost Alex. She…had not lost anything.
He launched himself at her so fast the blood splattered the glass behind her. He drained her a great deal faster than four minutes. He threw her to the ground, rasping, retching for air. He gazed down at her and with one move brought his foot down directly over her chest, smashing her ribs to bits. Dante picked up his phone after it pinged a message.
We found him
*
Dante moved forward in the dark alley a few blocks from T. He spotted the riot squad of Sovereign and saw they had pointed their rifles at a target just in front of them. Julian sat on his haunches.
“I’m glad this wasn’t drawn out,” Dante said, staring at the street.
"That’s it? No threats? No ‘I will kill you’ for an old friend?" Julian mocked.
"No," Dante replied, calm. Still. The face that Dante hated appeared even more sallow than usual. The ground under Julian shone in the almost complete darkness with blood.
“I’m shocked you didn’t get your gang of street thugs to gun me down, now I can’t escape.”
“It was severely tempting,” Dante admitted. “But Melina would still be forced to fight over your sorry carcass. An entire squad of heavily armed, trained vampire killers.”
“Ah Delavega…still so concerned
