Bride of Blood:: First Kiss (7 page)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Angie didn’t like being treated roughly, so she tried to struggle as Alexander pinned her to the wall.
 
He held both her wrists so tightly she wanted to scream.
 
Before she could get the scream out Alexander looked into her eyes.
 
His eyes were yellow and he smiled at her, showing his large fangs.
 
Alexander buried his head in her neck and bit.
 
She struggled a bit more and tried to scream again, but her voice was stifled.
 
Her eyes bugged and her body wriggled but it was no use.
 
As she felt herself slipping away, she thought of the terrible thing she had done with Debbie and closed her eyes.
 
She shuddered and then went limp.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The women’s bodies were on the ground just where the vampires had laid them.
 
They sat down next to the corpses and let the Rush overcome them.
 
Of course Alexander’s was very brief, since he’d fed already.
 
Anton noticed and looked at him.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“When did you feed?” he asked.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“In the restroom at the bar,” Alexander explained.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“How did you dispose of the body?”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“I didn’t.
 
I left the bastard in the stall so that it appeared that he was taking a shit.
 
I locked stall door so no one could open it from the outside.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Damn!” Anton shouted, as he got up.
 
“What were you thinking?”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“I’m sorry, Anton,” Alexander said quietly, “I wasn’t thinking. It won’t happen again.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Anton looked at him and sighed, “You had another episode didn’t you?”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Alexander nodded.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Anton sat down next to him and put his arm around him, “When these happen you have to try to keep your head. I know it’s hard, but you have to try.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“I have been for how long?” Alexander asked in an exasperated voice.
 
“I don’t even know what they mean or why I have them.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“I know,” Anton said, getting up and helping him up, too. “When we get a chance we have to go and see Lady Bernadine.
 
She will be able to get to the bottom of this.”
 
Alexander nodded.
 
Anton pulled out his phone and dialed the number for The Cleaners.
 
He explained the situation and they promised to take care of the problem as quickly and quietly as possible.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Anton’s anger quickly faded.
 
He wasn’t as mad at Alexander as he was about the agreement he had with JR: no bodies on the property.
 
The intrusion of The Cleaners wasn’t going to be a deal breaker, but he was sure JR wouldn’t tolerate it again.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
They looked down at the lifeless bodies of the women.
 
Anton picked up Debbie’s body and Alexander lifted Angie’s.
 
They took them to a dumpster at the back of the alley and tossed them in.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“In about four hours this dumpster will be emptied,” Anton explained as he closed the lid.
 
“This is the first load of the day for this driver.
 
Important information to know.” He winked at Alexander.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Show-off,” said Alexander, but he knew that he would take it to heart.
 
It might come in handy someday.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
A little later they arrived home and retook their positions on the roof.
 
Alexander’s hair slowly began to grow back to its original length.
 
They didn’t speak for several moments, they just looked up at the sky and seemed to be lost in their own thoughts.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Suddenly, Alexander stood up, yawned and said, “I’m going to sleep.
 
See you in a few hours.”
 
He walked towards the edge of the roof and simply dropped off.
 
Anton could hear his friend softly touch down on the ground below.
 
It had once taken Alexander quite a while to learn how to do that trick without injuring himself.
 
Once he actually broke his leg, of course it healed very quickly, but it was the embarrassment that really injured his pride.

Alexander entered the house and down the stairs to the basement.
 
When he got to the coffin room, he was surprised to see Rachael sitting on the lid of his coffin.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She looked tired, but still beautiful.
 
Her ebony eyes seemed to dance in the dark when she saw him.
 
Alexander waved his left hand and several candelabras in the room lit up.
 
Although it was totally unnecessary, he simply liked to look at her in the light.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Rachael was an African-American vampire. Her brown skin seemed to glow in the faint light and was reflected in her short black hair.
 
She wore a simple yellow dress that accented her delicate figure.
 
She was a small woman, but was beautiful in an elvish sort of way.
 
She was not too much older in vampire years than he, but appeared to be in her late 20’s.
 
She jumped off the coffin and ran over to Alexander.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She kissed him softly on the lips, and wrapped her arms around him.
 
He stiffened a little bit, but welcomed her embrace with one of his own.
 
Her natural fragrance stung his nostrils and her warm skin was welcoming.
 
She must have recently fed, he told himself.
 
She pulled away from him, but held on to his hand.
 
She smiled and stared up at him.
 
The look in her eyes was such that anyone else would have loved to receive, but Alexander still found himself unable to totally accept Rachael for what she wanted.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Rachael was excited to see him.
 
She generally gave notice of her visits, but found herself thinking of Alexander all the time.
 
She simply set off on the brief four hour trip to see him.
 
She found herself getting frustrated because she loved him and wanted him to love her, too.
 
But she was a patient woman and knew that time had no meaning to their kind like it did to mortals.
 
She would never give up on him and desired no other. She didn’t want the moment to end, she enjoyed simply standing there looking into his eyes and feeling his strong hand holding hers.
 
Of course she wanted more, but this was more of a blessing than she could have imagined.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The moment had to end because they were both tired.
 
She stepped away from him to allow him to lift the lid of the coffin.
 
He waved his hand again, dousing the lights.
 
Then he climbed into the coffin and laid down.
 
Rachael climbed in after and snuggled up with him, her head on his shoulder.
 
Within seconds she was asleep.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Alexander touched the lid and it closed.
 
He looked down at Rachael’s sleeping form and took a deep breath, filling his nose with the scent of her hair.
 
It pained him that he couldn’t tell her how he felt.
 
Still tonight had been progress.
 
Soon, somehow he would be able to tell her.