A Vampire's Embrace

A Vampire's Embrace


Chapter Five

        The doorbell rang at 6:30. The blonde man's cape rustled behind him as he swept quickly to the door and opened it. "Good evening," he said with a devilish grin, his fangs peeking through his mouth as he spoke. He took one look at his partner, and they both burst out laughing.
        "Nice costume," Carlos complimented his best friend, his own fangs flashing as he spoke.
        Trent chuckled. "Leave it to us."
        "Yeah," Carlos agreed as Trent stepped back and he entered. "Partners in life . . . "
        "Partners in work . . ." Trent continued.
        Both men's eyes glittered with humor and joy as they finished together, " . . . and partners in blood-sucking!" They laughed again and were still laughing when Carlos suddenly froze and hushed completely in mid-chuckle. Trent turned to follow his best friend's eyes only to find him, as he had suspected, staring at his sister.
        Trina stood in the doorway, leaning against her left hand that pressed against the edge of the doorway. From underneath her black, pointed hat, her long, blonde hair flowed freely behind her back, and its golden strands seemed to glitter against her long, black cape. Black cats with glowing, yellow eyes peeked out from her ear lobes, appearing almost as if they were there to ward away those men who would take their lives in their hands by trying to nibble at her ears. The bodice of her silk, black dress was cut in a low, jagged V and granted tantalizing glimpses of her creamy busom. A blood red amulet winked at Carlos from between her perky breasts. A simple, black belt wrapped tightly around her waist, and a silver skull with gleaming, red eyes stared out from the position of her belt buckle. Her dress continued to sweep downwards in front, but her long legs, clad in fish-net stockings, stretched out from the long, tempting slits on either side of her dress' skirt. Her feet were clad in simple black high heels.
        Despite herself, Trina was no more capable of tearing her eyes away from Carlos than he was of tearing his away from her. She swallowed hard as her blue eyes slowly traveled up his body. Although both his boots and pants were simple and black, his pants hugged his legs in all the right places. Her fingers itched to stroke his sword even as her body ached to feel its majestic strength inside her. A white pirate's shirt clung to his muscles but hid the stomach she knew but didn't care that he had. Like her own bodice, his shirt's collar was cut in a V-neck that appeared ripped and gave her tempting views of his delicious skin. Her tongue nearly whimpered to be allowed to roam over his body at the tantalizing sight. She was surprised but delighted to find that he had the foresight to add a few drops of fake blood to his shirt, making it appear as if he had just had a somewhat messy meal. His silken cape reached to the heels of his boots, and its collar was turned up around his neck. Her eyes continued to slowly travel up his handsome face until reaching the top of his head. His black curls were swept back in a suave, debonaire appearance. "Dear God," she groaned, "you look good enough to eat!" She moved to him, swaying one hip at a time, and then conquered his lips with her own. She kissed him long and deep, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, freely exploring its depths.
        "Do I really?" Carlos' hopeful question startled Trina out of her daydream.
        Trina blinked in confusion, and then it her her. {Oh God,} she thought, the color beginning to fade from her cheeks, {I didn't just say that aloud!} "I didn't say anything," she hastily denied. "Now let's get moving before we're late for the party."
        Trent bit back a chuckle even as Carlos' grin faded in disappointment. "Trina, you --" Carlos attempted to say only to be cut off.
        "Said nothing," she insisted. "Absolutely nothing," she added as she breezed past them both out out into the cool night air.
        "She did, didn't she?" Carlos asked Trent, looking at his partner in confusion.
        Trent grinned and winked at his friend. "She did indeed."
        Carlos paused as he looked out after Trina. As she slipped into her car, he turned back to Trent. "Trent, I need to ask you something."
        "It's about time you did," he answered before Carlos could continue, "and the answer is yes. Just treat her right like I know you will, Carlos, but don't push her. She'll come around. Now I've got to go pick up Mary Jane."
        "Mary Jane?" Carlos asked, surprised.
        Trent's smile grew, and his fangs winked. "My date," he explained.
        "Date?" Carlos repeated. "I thought you were going with us tonight."
        "I'll meet you there," Trent quickly assured his partner, "but yes, I actually do have a date. I met her this afternoon, and man, I have to tell you -- she completely blew me away!"
        Carlos grinned. "Good. It's about time somebody did. Where'd you meet her?"
        "She's the computer store manager that we got to take a look at our computer."
        "Oh. How is it, by the way?"
        "Dead. She's going to help us pick out an entire new system tomorrow."
        "Trina paying?"
        "Of course."
        Both men's heads snapped up as Trina honked the horn. "Sounds like your sister's getting impatient," Carlos commented.
        "I've got to get going too," Trent admitted.
        "Go on, and have fun. I'll see you there. Just remember one thing."
        "What?" Trent asked, looking back at his partner as he stepped off onto the porch.
        "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Carlos told him with a wicked grin and wink.
        Trent chuckled, his blue eyes dancing. "Wellat jat just leaves the field completely open now, doesn't it?"
        "Precisely," Carlos agreed with a laugh as he followed his friend out, closing and locking the door behind him.
        "I'll see you there!" Trent called to his best friends as he hopped onto his motorcycle and Carlos slid into Trina's passanger seat.

~*~*~*~

        The gentle rap on her door came at exactly 7 o'clock. She rushed to it, pausing only to check her appearance in a nearby mirror and straighten her veil one last time, and opened it. Both were instantly lost, their eyes slowly and admiringly traveling over the other's bodies.
        The way her pink harem outfit clung to her every curve brought his sword instantly to alert. He would have prayed that she would not notice if he had not been so completely lost in her beauty. Gold bracelets dangled at her delicate wrists, and a diamond winked from her belly button. Her bodice drew her breasts together even more tightly, and his disobeying hands ached to caress them. His mouth could already taste her sweet nectar, and he silenced the groan that rose in the back of his throat. A gold chain winked from around her neck. He had not noticed how beautiful her neck was before, and if he had been a real Vampire, he would have had no choice than to sink his fangs into her delicate, tanned flesh. Her long, red hair swept freely down her back and around her beautiful face, and his fingers longed to run through her fiery, silky strands. Emerald earrings winked from her ear lobes, and his teeth pleaded to be allowed to nibble at her ears. Despite her breath-takingly sexy body, however, it was her emerald eyes and beautiful face that Trent found the most aping.ing.
        She had always secretly had an admiration for Vampires and cowboys, and the two combined was quite nearly more than she could take. His black jeans and shirt molded his sexy body so perfectly that her hands unmercifully itched to caress his muscles. Her experienced eyes could easily tell how much he loved her outfit as they again drifted downwards, and she longed to be able to simply jump him and ride his steed throughout the rest of the night. She had to force her hand to still before it could reach out and caress his massive sword. His long, black cape swept out behind him, and she wondered what it would feel like to make mad, passionate love to him with only his silky cape to slide over their flesh in the place of a sheet. Even his blonde hair seemed to beg her fingers to run through its golden strands.
        Mary Jane was still drowning in his baby blue eyes when Trent finally managed to speak. "I vont to suck your blood," he said in a fake Romanian accent.
        "Please do," she breathed huskily before she could stop herself.
        For a moment, he thought of pretending to do just that. However, he quickly reminded himself that he had just met her that day and that a lady of Mary Jane's caliber deserved to be courted before they approached anything near the level of neck-nibbling. "Huh . . . " he stuttered helplessly at first.
        Realizing how uncomfortable he was, MJ quickly smiled reassuringly at him as she said, picking up her purse, "I'm ready." She slipped out, her luscious body brushing against his hot body until he stumbled back. She never took her eyes from him as she reached behind her to lock the door and bring it a silent close.
        "L-Let's go," Trent stuttered with a grin.
        "Lead the way, tiger," she purred huskily to him, causing him to groan silently as his sword eagerly responded to her sexy voice.

~*~*~*~

        "Have you rode a bike before?" Trent asked as they walked to his waiting motorcycle.
        "A few times," she replied. "I can manage," she hurriedly assured him before he could ask.
        He handed her one of the helmets that hung on his handle bars. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to that beautiful head of yours," he told her with a charming smile.
        They slipped their helmets on, and then he mounted his bike. She slid on behind him, and as she leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his waist, her perky breasts pressed against his back. {Down, boy. Down!} he pleaded silently as his sword pressed hard against the tight fabric of his jeans.
        {Oh my!} Mary Jane breathed silently as she felt his bulging muscles through his shirt. She had known he was muscular, but she would have never guessed that he was as muscular as she could feel he was. She had never met a man that was built so well.
        "Hold on tight," Trent called to her as he started his bike. He then peeled away from the curb, and she clung even more tightly to him.

~*~*~*~

        "I need to have a talk with you, Trent," were the first words out of Trina's mouths as her brother and his date approached Carlos and herself near the entrance of CD's Bar and Grill. Her blue eyes cast a glance at the redhead on his arm. "You don't mind, do you, MJ?" she asked.
        "No. Not at all," Mary Jane assured her. Despite her words, she couldn't help feeling a silent stab of regret. She was so eager to get to dance with him and feel his arms around her that she could hardly stand to wait.
        "Good," Trina said as she walked straight to her twin and pulled him abruptly away and deeper inhe phe parking lot before Trent could even manage to get one word out.
        "Good evening, miss," Carlos, speaking with a fake Romanian accent, greeted the redhead with a smile. "I'm sorry ve veren't properly introduced. Trina's not exactly the patient type. I am Count Carlos Sandoval, and who is this lovely blood donor before me?"
        "Mary Jane Watson. You can call me MJ as long as you don't try to pull anything, and I'm a blood donor for Count Malloy only," MJ added in a gentle way of letting the Mexican know that she was not interested in any one other than her date.
        To Mary Jane's surprise, Carlos grinned at her words. "I vas hoping you'd say that," he said with a flash of his fangs. "I'm Trent's partner."
        Mary Jane smiled as she realized that he had only been testing her. "Well, you don't have to worry for your friend, Carlos. I'm not out to harm him, and just between me and you, I'm already beginning to think that he's the most wonderful man I've ever met."
        As Carlos and MJ began to chat, Trina glanced from Carlos back to her beloved brother. "Are you sure?" she asked again, her eyes searching his.
        "Trina," Trent said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "I am absolutely certain. If he's what you want, go for him, sis. I want you to be happy."
        "And you honestly don't mind?"
        "Yes!"
        "Even if it hinders your friendship in the future?"
        "It won't," he again insisted, "but even if it does -- which it won't -- I still wouldn't change my mind."
        Trina's eyes sparkled at her brother's words, and she hugged him tightly. "Thanks, bro," she told him softly.
        He returned her hug, squeezing her slightly, before asking, "Now, are you ready to go back?"
        She nodded her agreement as she slowly released him.


To Be Continued . . .