Chapter 14

She graced him with a smile, then walked away and into the shower. Turning the water on to a moderate temperature she stood under the spray as the thoughts she'd pushed away for hours began to crowd her mind.

After shampooing her hair and washing she stood under the spray , her thoughts circling over what little she knew. He was warm, he had a heart beat, he was gentle, kind and a terrific lover. She stilled under the spray as that special part of her winged its way towards him and slipped inside for a look.

He wasn't evil, to his core he was gentle, and more human than most normal mortals she knew. He was a strong one who could handle the stresses of being what he was and do it in a high profile lifestyle. She saw his humor, his love of life and she smiled, but when she saw the tiny flickering flame at the center of his soul she slipped to the floor of the tub and curled into herself with a quiet whimper.

The flame wasn't there last night, the center of his soul had been dark and empty, but now it shone with the brilliance of its glow. It was her, a piece of her own soul now living inside of him. Holy Fuck, what did that mean?

~~

Richie followed Mic out to the living area, his mind still fogged with the reality of who he was. He watched her pull two aspirin from the cupboard and a glass of water. She smiled ruefully.
"Hangovers, got to love em" as she took the painkillers.

Richie sat down, he could murder a cup of coffee, did he still drink coffee? he wondered. A slight fluttering in his head disturbed his thoughts, as he felt a shiver run over his body.

Mic watched him "What is it," she asked noticing he was clearly uncomfortable.

"I dunno, something, is happening with Gia." He got up and walked back into the bathroom the pull of her fear guiding him. His eyes rested on her slumped in the shower.

"Jesus Gia, what’s wrong?" he asked as he bent down to help her, seeing her pale and shaking.

Mic watched him disappear into the bathroom. Well now that was strange, he could read her all of a sudden. Mic shook her head as she walked over and picked up her work in progress thesis and flicked through the pages, this was so outside what she'd been taught but so right on to what she presumed

She felt a cool breeze as the door opened and lifted her head to register Richie in the doorway, a tremulous smile on her lips. "I'm ok, really."

"I I felt it, what were you doing? Scanning me?" he asked as he gently pulled her from the floor to her feet.

She looked up into his eyes, caution warring with embarrassment. "I didn’t mean to, sometimes it just happens."

"That's ok. I just felt you withdraw all of a sudden," he said softly.

She shivered, "Seeing things, or feeling things can be well an odd experience." She reached for a towel and wrapped it around her before smiling. "You just wanted to see me naked again."

Richie's eyebrows crooked up "Well that was an added bonus I must admit," his lips brushing gently on her forehead. "I was just worried about you."

She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I Know this is all a bit much for you to just take in, yet you seem to be so unphased by it all."

"I wouldn’t say unphased, I would just say trying to make sense of it all, I don’t understand why I am like this, or why I didn’t ever know, and what happens now, all those things are in my mind, as this changes everything that I knew up to now, I just don’t know exactly what" he admitted. Would life with Jovi would stay the same? if his family life would? would Jon ever accept what he was? Sure the questions were there plaguing his mind but 'd been trying to remain calm until he knew exactly what he was in for.

She reached upwards, her hand settling over his heart. "You'll figure it out and you'll deal. It's a part of who you are, that ability to calmly accept and do what’s needed."

Her hand slid from his heart to his hand as she laced her fingers through his. “Come on, you fix us a cup of coffee while I dress.” At his questioning look about the coffee she grinned. “You won’t know that you can until you try.”

Richie chuckled raising his eyebrow, about to ask how she knew but he just accepted it as it was becoming the norm it seemed, and it was something that he needed to ask Mic.
"Ok I'll be right in there with the knowledgeable one" he winked as he walked into the living room where Mic was rifling through a bunch of papers, she looked up.

"Everthing ok in there?" she asked

Richie nodded "Yeah, they are, something odds happening, but I guess you're going to tell me all about that" he said walking over to where the coffee was already brewing.

"So I take it you don't like my band mate very much" he teased as he poured two cups.

Mic's eyes fired as she spoke "No, I do not, never in my life have I met such a self centered asshole, wanted me to admit I enjoyed it before I left, I mean what the hell.." she said turning her back to the papers.

Richie chuckled, she had a fire about her, just like Jon. It oughta be interesting when he spoke to Jon later, as he sensed there was some unresolved emotions there.

She stepped into the bedroom and quickly dressed. Giving her hair a cursory swipe with the brush she glanced over at her make up and thought of covering her paleness with a bit of liquid beauty then shook her head. Turning she moved to the kitchen just in time to see Richie lift the cup of coffee to his lips.

Richie took in the coffee and it tasted just the same, thank fuck. "Ahhhh perfect Columbia" he breathed as he watched a visibly paler Gia come back in the room.

She chuckled as she watched the pleasure of the caffeine hit his system. "No nausea or urge to hurl?"

Richie shook his head "Nope none at all" he looked at Mic "Is that normal, will I be able to still eat?" he asked her.

Gia poured herself a cup of coffee and took a dip. God it was good, the jolt of caffeine sent her trembling nerves into a sweet jolt of wakefulness. Damn thats good."

Mic nodded "From what I have read you will still need to eat and drink as a human does, but you will need to feed from blood to survive. You will learn in time how to control that though" she picked up the papers frustrated as what she had didn’t really tell her much, or it contradicted everything that she had been taught.

"Dammit I wish there was some decent text around this" she exclaimed frustrated as her eyes flashed a bright green.

Gia's eyes widened as she listened to Mic and watched her eyes flash. "Well that's new. Mic you ok?"

Chapter 13

A slender brow arched as her nose wrinkled, "Last I checked it was called making love, or fucking or... " she curled in tighter to Richie's body and muttered, "Or would be if it wasn't interrupted." She wanted to sigh, or scream, she wanted to beg him to start moving again as his length was filling her and teasing her, the glorious sensation of him fluttering at the edges of her awareness. "Whaddya call it Mic?"

Mic watched her just lie there under his trance, she wanted to scream and tell him to get out, but she didn’t want to anger him as he probably did have the strength to kill both of them.

"I call it sex, although last night that’s not what the hell it was"

Her hand slipped up to twist in his hair, her gentle gaze reaching for his deep brown eyes. "You weren’t here Mic, ya don't know what happened."

"I know that he's sucked you dry more than he needed to Gia, its dangerous and well.. " Mic didn’t cotton to her suspicions that Richie was now actually bound to her, she would have to confirm that first.

She sighed as she heard the worry in her friend’s voice. Her hand slid from his hair to his cheek reassuringly, as the thought of him needing to move from her body slowly flooded her being. "He.. he's not evil Mic. He.. " she sighed softly and looked up at Richie for the assurance to continue.

Richie sensed her feeling to move and her worry that Mic was concerned for her and her need to explain. His senses also picked up that Mic could be trusted for some reason. He slid slowly from her and moved across to the other side of the bed, concealing himself. "I am new to this, I haven’t always been Shimulo or whatever you folks call it." Richie brushed his hair back from his face.

He knew what they called him? She looked at Gia confused, they must of talked about this already and if they had why in God’s name was Gia in the bed with him still? Mic sat on the edge of the bed, her head growing with a tinge of a headache as she rubbed her temples to ease it. "Ok, so how long have you known?" she asked

Gia turned to face Mic as well as shifting back against Richie, her back pressing into his chest. She had some weird need to feel his skin pressing against her. "He started having dreams the same time I did Mic. He's felt something weird was happening to him since then, but last night is the first time he's ever.. well.." she blushed slightly, the blush even more evident on her still pale cheeks, "last night was the first time..."

Richie just nodded agreeing with her as he wrapped his arms around her.

"First time, wow, that is unique but I wonder why you both dreamed of each other, seems a bit strange considering that you are both very different people, and well you don’t look anything like what we were told your people would be like," Mic admitted.

Richie chuckled "Well I will take that as a compliment, Gia told me that we are supposed to be unclean, but fuck I take regular showers!"

Gia poked her elbow back and jabbed him in the ribs lightly, "I said they considered what they saw as Shilmulo as mahrime. YOU dont seem to fit their descriptions Richie."

Mic shook her head, something odd was at play here but she couldn’t work out what, she eyed Richie. "You have no idea what you are in for do you? I mean your new abilities and things, and how to control them, your whole world has just changedl"

"There are books," Richie said remembering Gia told him that.
Mic laughed "Books are bogus, well some of them are, I have been studying this stuff for years I probably can help you a bit, in fact I want to know more about you as you seem very different from what we were taught" she said

"Just don’t lemme see that lead singer of yours anytime soon, big jackass that he is" she spat.


Richie raised his eyebrow "What's he done now?"

Mic grunted "Nothing outside the usual arrogant behavior I took him to have, taking advantage of a drunk woman like he did last night and then have the audacity to claim we had mind blowing sex and I was all for it" she huffed.

Gia snorted softly, "Last I saw you were sorta tripping all over him Mic."

"I was was not, it was the alcohol if I was, as I wouldn't screw him if he was the…." she squinted as the headache blinded her for a moment.

Richie laughed "As much as I agree he can be an asshole, he never takes advantage of a woman, never" Richie said

"Oh who asked you fang boy" she sighed.

The conversation was derailing, Gia felt it in the marrow of her bones. "Mic!"

"Sorry, he just is so infuriating!!" Mic exclaimed "Damn blond hair and those damn blue eyes he thinks he can rule the world" she muttered.

Gia shook her head, "Which means he got to ya and you're too damned stubborn to admit too it." She sat up, a gleam of regret in her eyes as her legs slid from bed to floor. "He has questions Mic, things I can't answer. YOU with all the research should be able too. Me? I'm gonna take a shower." She stood, uncaring of her nakedness and started towards the door, making it halfway before wavering and stumbling.

Richie watched her stumble and in the blink of an eye he was at her side his arms going around her to steady her. He had moved without thought, not wanting her to hit the ground. He looked back at the bed and where he now stood.
"Holy shit" he commented.

Mic grinned "One of your new lil powers, you can move with great speed when you need to"

Gia wrapped her arms around him as she took deep breaths to steady herself. "Ok getting up fast after a date with you maybe not such a wise idea." She managed a small laugh and almost moved til she realized what part of his body was pressing into her. "Mic?"

"Yeah?" she asked

"You might wanna give us a moment. That is unless you wanna see.. what naked Richie looks like."

Mic laughed "Ok, I will wait out here, I need to go and change out of Jon infested clothing any ways," she shivered as she left the room.

She laid her head on his chest and sighed. "Thanks for catching me." She pulled away, and turned towards the door, loathing the thought of being separate. "you want first dibs on a shower or?"

"Your welcome Darlin, anytime, it was just instinct, maybe you should head in, I can go talk to Mic, while you get yourself cleaned up, .I will be just in here. If you need me, I'll know" he winked.

Chapter 12

The warmth of the morning sun’s rays hit Richie's face as he slowly opened his eyes. It wasn’t burning him. Hell didn’t sunlight kill Vampires? He looked over to his bed partner and couldn’t restrain a grin. His eyes swept over her in a near possessive air as he recalled all that had happened in the last twelve hours. She lay still in his arms, sleeping soundly a near smile on her face.

Richie sensed she was at peace, hell she was contented. Could he read her now, would he be able to sense things about other people; his mind wandered through the questions as his eyes shifted to her neck where evidence of his last affections were barely obvious. It looked clean, not at all wound like and repulsive like he expected. His mouth started twitching and his stomach grumbled. What was he a newborn baby now that needed regular feeding? Jesus Christ.

She shifted against him instinctively nuzzling against his chest. Slender arms went back around his waist to hold onto the warmth that was keeping her sleep so peaceful.

The craving in his soul began to rise again as she shifted against him. Why did she feel so right lying in his arms? He kissed her forehead and moved his lips slowly along her cheek bone feathering kisses along her jaw line before moving to her neck, his lips positioning instinctively as he slowly rolled himself across her. His mouth found what was quickly becoming his newest pleasure point. Licking the wound with a gently, a deep growl bubbled up in his throat.

A quiet whimper escaped her sleeping lips as her head tilted slightly, her body pressing closer to his. The heat of his body and lips gentled her into a heightened awareness.

He watched as she lulled but didn’t wake. A curious gleam in his eyes matched the smirk coasting onto his lips as he decided to see if his bite had the same effect as last night's. He was interested in the seeming erotic power he possibly possessed. He brushed her soft hair away from her neck with a brush of his fingers as his fangs descended, his bite gently piercing her skin. As the red sustenance again flowed over his lips he groaned at the pure sweet glory of it hitting his tongue.

She gasped softly in her sleep as the sensation drove all dreams away only to be replaced with visions of the man and the heat he inspired. Her body writhed against his as his presence flooded her mind and sang in her veins. It was a simple siren's call that resounded to her core being, as she swam the current of lust and desire that built within the dream.

A warm sea of feeling washed over him as he pulled away confused, the understanding filtering into his mind that the feelings came from her. His hands soothed her as he cleaned the wound again as he trailed his hands down along her legs, the heat radiating as he reached her apex already drenched with her desire. He'd done it again, just with his bite. His fingers eased into her, as his own desire for her body grew deep inside him.

She moved against his fingers slowly as her eyes opened, a dazed hit glittering in their emerald depths. "Morning Richie."

His smile flashed across his face "Mornin Darlin" he said as he kissed her lightly on the lips as his fingers flexed inside of her.

Slender fingers danced along his spine, her nails grazing over each ridge before coasting to his shoulders and into his hair. "You wake up like this often?"

He chuckled "Only when you are in the bed it seems." His fingers withdrew as he moved on top of her, his lips connecting again with hers as his hands caressed each inch her silken body.

She moaned lightly as his chest rubbed against her breasts, his soft patches of fur tantalizing her nipples. She ached to learn each inch of him as her hands continued their exploration of unexplored muscles along his sides. "So strong, I can feel the strength inside of you, surrounding me."

"You're not so weak yourself you know, I can feel you too," he admitted as he slid inside of her feeling her walls surround him as he begin to move inside of her.

The pressure built as his hips rotated, his hardened shaft touching deeper than before. Pure unbidden lust rose like a whirlwind spinning her into mindless need as she met his arch of his hips with an answering move. She wrapped her muscular calves around his waist and held tight as he drilled into her relentlessly. "Pleaseeeee.."

Her body pressed against with ache and need drove his desire to the edge as he began to climb into certain pleasure, her moans and soft touches on her body drove him wild. "Gia... god damnn" he moaned, his face instinctively reaching for that same spot on her neck as he lovingly nuzzled it.

She cried out softly as he pulled her deeper into his web, his lips teasing the tender length of her neck. "Richie…. please.."

Her invitation was enough as he gently again bit down against her neck, oblivious to anything else going on around them, his guttural moan slipping from his lips as he began to climax.

She cried out, her hands digging into his shoulders as his hips and teeth sent her flying over the edge of release. "Yessssssss Richie.. god, yessss."

~~
Mic arrived home and unlocked the door. She breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Gia's purse was on the counter. At least she arrived home safely. She dumped her things on the counter and headed for the bathroom ready for a shower to wash away any reminder of Jon, but she thought she better check on Gia first. She wasn’t ready for the scene that accosted her eyes as she pushed her friend’s bedroom door open. Her eyes went wide as the view registered on her mind, Richie hovering over Gia in a clearly sexual bond, and he had his teeth sunk deeply into her neck. Her blood ran cold at the sight "GIA!"

She was lost in the sensation as the tug and pull of his lips warred with the flex and release of his hips, until a loud strident voice winged through her consciousness, her body nearly stiffening. Dazed eyes flickered to the door and registered her roommate, whose eyes were filled with horror. Her gaze returned to Richie as she let herself be pulled back into the sensual web he had created.

Mic's eyes widened as she took in her friends ghostly white appearance. "Gia, for god's sake what are you doing to her?" Mic rushed over and tried to pry Richie's head away from her neck.

Richie let out a growl as someone grabbed his hair, his head twisting to see Mic standing there. "Get away from her, can't you see what you are doing to her?" Mic pleaded "How many times have you done this to her? She's as white as a sheet Richie!" Mic’s mind was scrambled at the fact Gia wasn’t fighting, her words rambling out at the speed of light in her confusion
.
Richie shook his head surprised that Mic wasn’t even remotely afraid of him. She had nerves of steel, or she had more knowledge than Gia. He looked back at Gia, who was indeed as Mic pointed out, white as a sheet. "Ah four maybe five times?" Richie quietly admitted.

"What? are you insane or trying to kill her?" Mic spluttered as she bolted from the room into the bathroom snatching a small bottle from the cabinet and thrusting it at Richie. "Give this to her now, its an elixir that will restore her strength." Mic instructed him quickly as she watched to ensure he did what she requested.

Richie nodded, aware that he was inside of Gia. He managed to pour the blue liquid down her throat. "I didn’t, I didn’t know there was a limit," Richie stuttered.

Mic just raised her eyebrow at him.

The slightest amount dribbled from the side of her mouth as she swallowed, the liquid sending fire along each vein as her body shuddered. Gia gasped out a softly uttered, "FUCK me what the hell is that crap?" Her eyes fluttered open as she winced from the taste that was scattering the sensations floating through her.

Richie shook his head as if he'd taken the same medicine. "Good lord" he spat.

Mic just looked at him horrified "You tasted that?" Richie nodded. Mic's heart beat hard in her chest, this was not good.

"Gia, its me Mic, just what in the hell are you doing?"

Chapter 11

He slipped the key into the lock while trying to keep an arm around the giggling woman at his side. As the door to his hotel room swung open he pulled her in close and grinned. "We're here Mic baby."

She nuzzled into his chest taking in his warmth and muskiness her hands slid down to his hips as she looked up into his blue hazy eyes that were clearly diluted with alcohol and his long mane of sandy blond hair tickled at her cheeks.
She was relaxed in his arms, but why she didn’t understand when hours ago she found him repulsive and arrogant. "Sooo how often do you do this handsome?" she asked


His lips touched hers and slid back and forth with light heated feather light touches. "Doesn't matter baby, all that matters is here and now."

Her instinct to keep probing him vanished as she reached up on her tip toes and met his lips again, being bold her tongue pushed through his lips into his mouth seeking out his own still clinging onto him for support to stand up, and delicate fingers draped up those well toned arms of his, as she felt the skin on his arms ripple at her touch.

He groaned softly as her hands slid over him. Pulling her closer he deepened the kiss, his tongue battling hers in a simple dance of longing and desire.

A soft moan escaped her lips as his touch and senses overwhelmed her, reaching further up she lost her hands in that tousle of long hair running her fingers across his scalp.

With swift sure moves he undid the buttons of her blouse and slowly slipped it from her shoulders, kissing each creamy expanse of skin as it was revealed. Within moments he had her pants slipping from her legs as he walked her backwards to the bed, his lips never leaving hers.

As she tumbled towards the bed he quickly removed his clothing and moved to slide up along her body, his lips worshipping each silken inch as he nibbled and licked from ankle to waist. Stopping for the briefest moment his tongue flashed out to catch her scent and taste, and lost himself in teh center of her being.

His quick movements had her in a daze on the bed as she felt his lips creep up the length of her body stopping at her most vulnerable area, his warm breath on her startled her and his tongue did the same as it connected with her, she gasped out loud as shockwaves ran through her body, her hands finding that already beloved head of hair and clenching fistfuls of it. "Don't stop pleaaase" she begged.

His tongue delved deep mimicking the movements his hardness craved making as he tasted her. His hands slipped up to cup her breasts, his thumbs lightly brushing over each rosy nub until they puckered and hardened underneath his gentle brushes. Slowly his lips left her moist center to trail up along her belly then the valley between her breasts as his soft moans vibrated gently against her skin.

Mic's body was on fire, never had a man had this effect on her, his senses were being called from all corners as she bucked under his movements, his lips eased up her body to her breasts.

"God Jonnn" she muttered as her soul was sent into its flight. The haze of the alcohol played tricks with her mind as a glow omitted around them, but she shook it off as her mind focused on his touch again.

His hands slipped under her hips as he slowly began to enter her, his length sliding along her inner walls with a gentle precision as his hips began to flex against her. His hands continued their worship as they coasted over silken skin, the sweat on his body sparkling in the lamp-lit room. "So sweet baby, your just sooo sweet."

Her head reached up to his face and pulled him in for a heated kiss as she felt him move inside her.

"Oh Jonnn, god, you feel so good" she groaned rolling her eyes back as she slid her hands around his neck to hold on for the ride. His cock breaching her inner walls hitting her in places that no one had before, shrieks echoed from her lips as he rolled each time into her.


His movements sped up as her words urged him on, his lips gliding like fire across her neck along her shoulder as he nibbled upon the skin. He was lost in her touch and her feel as his body began to tighten, each inward glide setting blaze to his soul as soft grunts fell from his lips.

His lips taunted her skin, his thrusts moved her world as she was driven closer to the edge of all things light, the room seemed to be glowing, as their ecstasy hit new realms of pleasure.

"Fuck Jon!" she cried as a bolt of something similar to lightening shot through her body causing her to tremble violently.

As the sizzle rang through each nerve ending he cried out, his hips plunging deeper harder and faster as he screamed his release. His motions continued, as his screams moved into moans. "Cum for me Mic baby, please cum for me."

Mic's ears rang with his screams and moans "Jon!!!!!!!!!" she cried as it left her lips she shook with a force under him as her walls convulsed milking him for all he was worth, the flash of brilliant white before her eyes before soft blue brought her back to earth. "Shit" she panted as her body still shook with aftershocks.

His head dropped to her shoulder as his racing breath began to slow. "Shit woman, what was that?"

Mic shook her head almost a soft giggle came loose from her lips.
"I have no idea, but man, where have you been all my life" she dozily mumbled a contented smile breaking over her lips.

Jon flopped over to his back and pulled her in close, "Dunno baby, wandering the world like a good rock star."

She lay her head down on his arm and her fingers whistled through his soft fur on his chest. Hooking one leg over his rolling herself in closer to him, her thoughts completely lost to even think of what her what her friend's fate with the Shilmulo was.

He smiled as he started to doze, his arm wrapped tightly around her. The gentle brushing of her hands was soothing after the damn near brilliant flash and sizzle of their joining. "Mmmm your something else baby."

His inviting sweaty warm scent soothed her as she buried her face further into his skin. Her brain fizzled from all conscious thoughts to what she was doing and who she was with.

"Mmm your popsicle wasn’t so bad after all" she bit a snort back.

His murmur held a hint of chuckle as he smiled. "You sure do know how to melt one baby."

"I always do" she managed to reply before sleep settled in claiming them both.


Light crept into Mic's eyes as well and what felt like a heavy anvil on her forehead as she struggled to open her eyes. Where was she? Her eyes squinted slowly focusing on weight around her body, an arm, she looked up. Oh holy hell she didn't as she watched him softly breathe through his sleep. Her leg was tangled around his and her arm slung over his waist. She pulled her arm slowly back to herself and tried to slide her leg away, he murmured and grabbed her arm.

He turned, his arm wrapping over her as one eye cracked open. "Where ya going babe?"

"What the hell am I doing here?" she hissed as she tried to wriggle away from him.

He laughed slightly, "Sleepin?"

'Its not funny, how did you get me here?" she demanded as she sat up.

His eyes finally opened, a quizzical gleam to his blue eyes, "You walked in."

She shook her head "Stop being an asshole, I was drunk last night and this is what it got me?" she accused

"You weren't that drunk baby." He sat up his eyes meeting hers, a tiny flare of anger shimmering in their blue depths. "You enjoyed yourself even if I do say so myself."

She cursed as she pulled the sheet over her naked body and slipped out of the bed. "You would say that rock star, I didn’t have much choice" she spat as she quickly pulled her leggings on and her slip dress over her body, scrounging around to pick up her underwear which seemed to be scattered across the floor.


He quickly stood and walked up to face her. "HEY NOW! You had a fucking choice baby. You coulda just said no at any time, I Don’t do force. You were a willing fuck, and you enjoyed it. "

She huffed as arguing was obviously not going to win here. She slapped her hand to her mouth "Holy Shit!!"

He took a step back, prepared to feel the sting of a palm. "What?"

"Gia!" she exclaimed "I god damned left Gia with the Shilmulo, shit I gotta run" she said grabbing her sandals and went to head out the door.

He grabbed her arm and twirled her around, the force of that same flash and sizzle careening up his arm. He shook his head at the sensation and tried to make his lips work. "Uhh, not til you admit you wanted it baby."

She jolted as his touch sent her a warm spark through her body, looking down at his arm firmly on hers, she met his eyes blazing with her own anger. "I don't lie so why would I ever start now, Good bye Jon" she ripped her arm off his and stormed out the door slamming it behind her hard.

He fell back on the bed his mind swimming from the force of the sizzle he felt. "What got into her and fuck me what the hell is a Shilmulo?"

Mic stormed out of the hotel and grabbed the nearest cab possible to take her home, her mind reeling at the events, how could she be so stupid? How could she leave Gia alone with him? All because of some guy; where the hell was her head last night? Buried in a six pack of beer that’s where Mic. Shit! And that asshole, her eyes flicked back down to her arm which was still tingling from his touch, she frowned and brushed it off. As the cab raced home she just hoped she wasn’t too late for Gia.

Chapter 10

Richie brushed his lips across hers as they came down, the feeling his of teeth receding back, took him by surprise as he laid his head on her chest. As he caught his breath, questions began to circle in his mind. Was what she said true? How was it going to change his life? What could he do if it was true? God vampires couldn’t go out in the sun, was he gonna burst into flame? How could he go forward; would it possibly change his life forever, along with that was the question of the connection he felt so intensely with her that he'd never had before with anyone else.

She languidly ran a hand over his back then up into his sweaty hair, a relaxed smile on her lips. "Why do I get the feeling you're feeling more settled now?"

Richie looked up her and smiled "I am, its a weird feeling, I feel completely relaxed and centered" his head returning to its position. Confusion still seeped into his mind slowly but he knew he'd have to wait to find out more.

An easy gentle laugh whispered over her lips, as a strange understanding flitted around the edges of her mind. "Go ahead, ask."

Richie chuckled "Mahrime? Dead? what does that all mean?"

She shook her head, "I'm Romany, you know what that is right?"

"Um no, I know nothing at all" he admitted.

Her giggle tinkled in the room, "Gypsy, you know like you see in the movies, I’m Romany, its sort of like being French or Italian or well like that. The word mahrime is a gypsy word meaning unclean, just like shilmulo means vampire. In our culture it is wrong to have anything to do with the unclean or undead."

She sighed her hand sliding under his cheek to lift his head so she could gaze into his eyes. "But you aren't dead, and although you seem to be like a vampire you have a heart beat. I'm not sure, what to think. I really don’t."

"Wow,” He tried for a bit of humor first, “Man I take a shower every day, twice when in concert, I ain’t unclean.” When that had her smiling he settled in further and let the talk go back to being serious. ”I had no idea about the vampire thing, still not sure I AM one to be honest. What about all the dreams, you had the dreams too right?"

She smiled as he shifted to his back and pulled her on top of him. Propping her elbows on his chest she mused quietly. "I did, and although I have dreams a lot, although I've seen a lot of things, I have never experienced that before. I can't explain it too you. Maybe... it was simply meant for me to tell you what you were. You really didn't know did you?"

He shook his head “I had no idea, and these sort of cravings and things hadve only just started happening, maybe you were meant to tell me. Is Mic the same as you?"

She shook her head, "No, she's Romany yes, but our abilities are different." She lay her head on his chest, reassured by the steady thump thump of his heart. "You defy all the things I know."

"Well that makes two of us darlin" he said as his arm crooked around her shoulders to hold her closer to him.

He silently tried to take everything in, he knew he'd have to tell Jon this at some point, but how did he tell him?

"Its sorta odd though." She traced his lips with her finger, "I always thought it would hurt, the getting bitten that is."

"I’m surprised it didn't, I can't help it, its almost like a point I cant control it" he admitted.

She whispered into his chest, "It didn't hurt, it felt good, like an orgasm. Damn if you didn't know that, if you weren't controlling it, God, what would happen if you could?" Bright green eyes looked up, "If you learn .." She shivered at the thought of how lethal his lovemaking might be with just that control.

He laughed "Well who knows darlin, who knows" his mind began to wander down the path as he decided just maybe he needed to figure out the control issue.

She rubbed her cheek along his chest a moment as she thought over what she knew. "Richie?"

"Yes?" he asked softly.

"How do you eat with the teeth? I mean," She huffed out a soft sigh, "Do they stay long like that?"

Richie snorted softly "I eat fine with them, they only tend to come out during moments of intense feeling or when I feel the need to, well feed or bite, I guess. I’m going to have to work out what my triggers are."

"Might be a wise idea." She wiggled up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "I should be scared to death of you, but I'm not."

He smiled "Well if it helps I would never intentionally to hurt you darlin"

Two slender hands cupped his face as silken hair whispered over tanned skin, "Aren’t ya glad nibbling feels good then?"

He leaned in and kissed her "Absolutely" as he rolled closer, burying his face into her sandy blond hair. "Gia?"

She curled into his chest, her eyes fluttering open to see his worried look. "Hmmmm?"

His arm trailed down her soft skin. "What does this mean for me? Like will I kill someone, or what if I do it accidentally if the need becomes too much and there isn’t someone as understanding like you around" his mind catapulted into the scenarios. "Will I die if I don’t feed?" he asked quietly.

Gia’s soft voice held a bare hint of a sigh, "I don't know much about Shilmulo, errr vampire's Richie, and what little I know doesn’t match up to things I’ve seen in you.” Her smile was sweet as she reassured him as best she could. “I don’t think you’d kill anyone simply because you already worry about it, I think you’d be careful.” She pressed a kiss to his chest and snuggled closer, her hand gently rubbing his back. “You’ll see, it will be ok.”

Richie nodded unconvincingly. "What if I go mad and kill all my band mates?" he tried to joke, but the joke fell a little flat.

"What if you don't? I bet they've made you crazy enough to before and they're still alive right? I don't feel that inside of you. You're not a killer, being what you are wont change WHO you are at the core." She reached up her finger brushing along his cheek. "You're not evil enough to kill," she couldn’t tell him how she knew that, hell she wasn’t sure how she knew it herself other than the fact none of her protective charms had hurt him. She just KNEW he wouldn’t and it lent confidence to her words.

He smiled as he listened to her encouraging words, the urge to simple taste her causing him to lick along her finger. "Do you know where I can find out more about to what I am? I mean do they have books?"

She shook her head and laughed, "I honestly don't know, I mean sure there’s probably lots of books, lots of movies, but doubt you can trust that." She sighed and buried her nose into his neck as she muttered, "I can't even rely on the knowledge of my people, its so obviously wrong."

As he felt her skin so close to his again, it set fire to that indefinable something again, that suddenly familiar feeling he was coming to know. This time, it was the desire more than the need that drove him as his lips brushed against her cheek, he moved a little so he had better access. "Gia" he breathed out on a groan, his voice shallow as he trailed his mouth down along her jaw line and onto her neck. He rubbed lightly against her jugular, feeling the supple softness against his cheek combined with the dizzying pulse he could both feel and hear. He growled as his fangs began to slowly lengthen, his hands trailing down her body as he started cupping her breasts gently. With the softest sigh he pierced her skin ever so slightly before clamping down.

A quiet moan whispered through her as languid fire stole through her veins, she curled tighter too him, her hands coasting over hard muscular plains. She could feel the pull of his lips, felt her essence rocketing towards some secret place that held only him and the heated desire as he murmured against her neck.

His hands intensified the sensation as she began to rock against his length, her hands unable to still as her soul reached out to him through the openings he teased with fang and tongue. "Jesus....."

Drawing the sweet warm blood onto his tongue, the taste so new and sinfully delicious to him, he knew he could of gone on all night but a part of him was vibrantly aware of her weakening state. Pulling away he lavished his tongue across her wound to stem the bleeding. He looked up at her his eyes content, "I gotta stop doing that or you will have nothing left darlin" his lips met hers gently in a kiss.

Glassy dazed eyes smiled as she snuggled into his heat as her body throbbed with unresolved sensation. "Might want to leave me a pint or two yeah." She managed a wink before stretching against him slowly, "although I probably wouldn't complain."

Richie slid his generous hands across hr hips and past down her thighs, his fingertips teasing her skin, the heat from her was radiating, and he could feel it on his fingers, and sure enough her skin was slick with sex. His eyes widened as he took in the scent of her, undeniably he could smell her fresh juices, he’d done this from just a bite? Holy fuck…..

Chapter 9

They didn’t speak the whole way home, but that was ok with him. Richie couldn’t keep his eyes off her, His eyes roamed constantly from the top of her long sandy curly head down along her slender lithe form to her long legs that gleamed in the moonlight as she braked and shifted gears. She couldn’t be more than 5 foot 5, a tiny thing compared to him, but God damn she was fucking gorgeous. Her peaches and cream skin had his fingers itching to touch and his teeth tingling to taste. And if that weren’t bad enough the vivid sound of her heart beating thrummed in his head which made his gums ache and his canines starting to inch lower. Rubbing his jaw distractedly he tried to stop thinking of how he just wanted to nibble on that delicious neck of hers. Goddamn was that the vein pulsing? He forced his eyes away, he had too, if he kept looking he was gonna attack here in this small car, and that wouldn’t be too smart. He groaned as the need began to echo through him, centering in his groin and gums. Damn what was it about her?

She pulled into her driveway and shut the car off, her head turning to take him in one last time. Jesus, just sitting here beside him had her melting. She slipped from the car and walked around to his side, a smile beginning to play on her lips. As his door opened she held out her hand and reeled as the heat and charisma of his touch coursed straight from his palm to her soul. Richie unfolded his long legs from the confines of her small car and smiled as he laced his fingers through hers. She led the way inside and locked the door behind them. As the door closed and locked he felt his guard drop as he reached out a long slender finger to trace over the alluring muscles of her neck, his fingers teasing the two tiny pin pricks that shouldn’t be there but were.

She tilted her head back, "Well, this is my place, home sweet.. home." She gazed up into eyes as dark as night as the brushes of his fingers on her skin began to cloud her judgment and had her pressing closer to his body.

He pushed her gently to the wall, his lips finding hers again as he lost himself in the sweet surrender she was offering. His need could wait no longer as her sweet scent wrapped itself around him and the pulsing of her blood began to drown out any reason he had as deep soul need found his lips trailing down to the two tiny holes in her neck. Tracing his tongue across the tiny punctures he felt the sudden lengthening of his canines as they settled back into the pinpricks, reopening the wounds that had barely healed. The warm sweet taste of her soul began to pour into his mouth and over his tongue. She was like fire and magic, a magic that soothed the raging beast that had risen inside of him, the confusion he had felt for days suddenly vanished as he took her into himself. In the oddest way he felt as if he were suddenly at peace, as if he had found home.

A softly uttered gasp was coupled with her arms reaching up to slide through his silky dark locks of hair. As the sensation of his being inside of her and around her grew she pressed closer, her hand pulled him tighter too her neck. There was no rhyme or reason, just pure instinct that drove her to bring him in closer. There was no fear that she was giving herself to something unclean, all she felt was the pure wave of pleasure his lips were bringing, the ecstacy of being within his strong grasp.

Sucking gently he tasted her sweet release, his tongue lapping gently over the wound as his fangs brushed her neck teasingly on the way back to her lips. He needed her now, more than ever. Glancing up he settled on a door and began to gently walk her backwards towards what he hoped was her bedroom. “Is this yours?” His voice was dark and husky with need,

Dazed emerald eyes opened briefly as she nodded, "Its, mine.”

He scooped her up into his arms and walked quickly to the bed. Laying her down he stood over her, taking in each silken inch as his mind wondered what was hidden by the leather and the cloth. He crawled onto the bed only to hover over her as his lips again connected with her; his tongue encircling and teasing hers, as his hands roamed along her body. He slipped her top up revealing inches of her soft flesh as his desire to devour her took over. His lips traced over her skin as her scent sank into his memory and her tiny rosy nipple teased his need. Unable to hold back, his lips gently found her tip swirling his tongue as she hardened in his mouth.

Slender fingers pushed at the hem of his shirt, needing to feel his skin unencumbered by cloth. As her fingers slid up moving his shirt she whimpered over each beautifully defined muscle, her throat nearly closing at the soft feel of two patches of fur over each pec. Passion heavy eyes looked up into his as her mind shut down to all but the one hovering above her.

"Gia" his lips spilled her name as they found her sweet skin, the scent of her unearthed his need to be with her, be in her, his face rose on hers as their eyes connected.

She looked up, his lips tinged red, his eyes blazing with need and she whimpered. One hand reached up to trace his lips, his mouth falling open as his tongue flickered out to taste yet another piece of her. "You.... you’re..... shilmulo.... but.."

Confusion warred with need in the depths of her eyes, "Not dead, but shilmulo."

Richie watched her intensely, seeing all the fear in her eyes and feeling it through the connection he had with her now. “I don't know why, its never happened before," he admitted licking his lips tasting the remains of her."What is Shilmulo?" he asked.

Her hands began to glide over his back as the singing throb of need whispered inside of her, a need his very presence inspired. "It means vampire in my peoples language. But shilmulo are dead creatures, mahrime, to be avoided at all cost. They are evil." Her curious gaze found his dark brown eyes, "But my protections don't hurt you, and your warm and alive."

Her breath caught in her throat as his hips rotated slightly against her, "God help me, I don't care."

Richie's mind twisted, did she say Vampire? What in the hell? Yeah seems he had the fangs but dead? Mahrime? His questions ran rampant but his need overrode them at this point. She didn’t care, well neither did he right now.

His hands slid down along her curves and slowly peeled her skin tight leathers from legs so lithe and long he craved to feel them wrapped around him. As she shuddered at his touch he quickly pushed his own pants away revealing his hardness that sought the solace only her body could bring.


Slowly he moved into her, as his mouth blazed kisses across the plains of her flesh, the scent of her seeping into his nostrils setting him alight as he began to slowly thrust.

Her hips arched as his hands slid like silk against her, gently uttered whimpers escaping her as his skin touched hers completely for the first time. His scent teased her as he seated himself deep within her, his very touch branding her in a way she'd never felt before.

As he began to move, his thick length filling her completely she began to whimper his name. She moved against him urgently needing to feel his strength moving against her and around her, but when his hand reached out and pulled her leg up around his waist causing him to shift deeper within her she screamed in pleasure, her mind losing itself in the man and the motions of his body.

"Giaaaaaa," he growled as his head dipped to again catch her scent, his hips continuing to roll into her, as his own need built for release. Her whole being had encased him wrapping him in their own special mist as he continued to sink deeper with each motion, his cock beginning to ache and swell in anticipation of release.

His moans and whimpers matched hers. He'd never felt his deeply enraptured in his own ecstasy before. Once again his face slipped to her neck, with the need to release came his need to again to taste the sweet nectar her body could now give him, as he felt his climax rise his fangs sank deep into her neck.

The gentle prick of his teeth sliding into her neck combined with the sweet torture of his steel shaft plunged her straight into a place where nothing existed except the man, his mouth and the pulsing of their bodies. "Dear God Richieee.. please.."

Richie gasped as he felt her walls tighten around his length milking everything from him as he gave her what she desired feeling her body rattle under his own, as they both rocked into the world of unrelenting passion.

She held his head tightly too her neck as her legs tightened around his waist. His bite sent pure jolts of ecstasy through her body to mix and meld with the joy of his hard length moving within her.


And in that moment, as his vibrated growl against her neck rang true, and her cry of release blinded her a small bond was formed on scent, touch and taste.

Chapter 8

Mic's eyes widened as his play floored her. She quickly tried to recover and smirked, "Why would I want something that melts so quickly"

He shook his head and gave Mic a wink, "Jonny melts very slowly baby, verrrrrry slow."

Gia's heart stopped as his eyes moved over her. He had no issues to heal, he had no problems. He was happy, she could feel that, sensed it to her bones. So why was he in her dreams, why did she feel so pulled in his direction?

Unbidden her hand lifted and pressed against his chest, her eyes going wide at the steady heart beat she felt against her palm.

Richie shivered as her hand met his chest, his heart was pounding but more importantly he could feel her pulse, it was drumming in his ears for fuck sakes. Not only was it pounding though him but he could damn near hear the swish swish as it sang in her veins.

The sensation of warmth trickled through his body as an undeniable pull to her called out to him, a call he couldn't resist. He reached up and placed his hand on her cheek, the ache in his mouth waking up and becoming a soft twitter of anticipation.

Mic rolled her eyes as she watched him. He gaze traveled down his body his open shirt revealing a chest full of fur, fur that had the urge to run her hands through it clamouring at her. She quickly repressed the urge as her eyes shot back to his. "Not interested."

Jon tilted his head and studied her intently as his finger traced along her neck down the soft arm to her wrist. Wrapping his fingers lightly around her wrist he grinned. "you’re increased pulse says otherwise Mic."

Mic wriggled out of his grasp as she swigged her beer back in annoyance, he really was just an ass. She glanced back to Gia and watched her and Richie just staring at each other, her hand on his chest and his hand on her palm, why weren’t her charms working? Gia almost seemed like she was on another planet, shit maybe he was brain draining her or something.

She shot a glance over to the girl that had spoken to her at the bar who was staring daggers at her before moving her gaze to Johnny.
"You know there are plenty of other girls who would love your popsicle Jonnny," she purred.

A mega watt smile flashed over his lips, "But its you I wanna get to know baby."

Gia shook her head confused. He had a heartbeat. Shilmulos didn't have heart beats! He was so warm, obviously alive. Dear god what was all this about? What called to her so strongly? She wanted to move her hand away, but it wasn’t obeying her commands. She lifted her beer to her lips and took a quick pull of the icy brew hoping against hope it would calm her.

He watched her, almost calculating something in her mind, the attraction to her was unlike any he'd had before. He had been attracted to girls in the past but this felt different, stronger if possible, it wasn’t just her sex attracting him to her it was something else he couldn’t pin point. "So whatcha do with yourself darlin?" he asked.

Mic flashed a sweet smile back at Jon sarcastically "Lucky me, get me another drink please Jonny." She wanted to keep watching Gia and Richie and this got rid of her suitor for a second.


Gia's tongue rubbed along her dry lower lip before she took a deep breath and managed to pull her hand from Richie’s chest. "I work in a record store actually."

Mic watched as Jonny trotted off to cater for her whim, he was persistent she'd give him that much. There seemed to be so much energy coming from him though, Mic was good at reading energy off people, but he was probably hyped from the concert.

Richie watched her hand pull away from him and his gaze followed it until it rested by her side. He looked back up at her smiling "Great now we know where we can pimp our records," he joked.

Gia glanced around the room and realized they were totally alone with the two men. "The party seems to be over. Maybe we should go?"

Richie looked around knowing that the guys would have chosen their screws for the night and left with them with security kicking out the rest, He watched Jon come back with a bunch of beers in his hands. "Please don't, the night is still very very young, and you and Mic seem like nice girls," he said honestly.

She slipped a step to the side, snagged a beer out of Jon's hand and moved to sit on a couch by the wall, her green gaze watching him as he stood there.

She had to put distance between them, his pounding heart, his very presence was doing strange things to her mentally and physically. She wanted to go, wanted to stay, and had no idea what he wanted at all. Her gaze flickered to Jon and Mic and shook her head as they continued their one up game, before turning her gaze back to Richie.

Mic was relieved to see her friend put some distance between her Richie as Jon came back and handed her the beer, it was her third or was it her fourth as she'd nervously drank one watching the whole Gia Richie thing pan out. Her mind was feeling hazy as she went to move to sit but stumbled falling straight into Jon's arms. "Shit" she muttered.

Jon caught her easily and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. "Woah there baby, little unsteady are we?"

His arms felt so good around her waist or was it just she was buzzing with the alcohol that started to cloud her brain, dammit she knew she shouldn’t have drunk anything she never carried her booze well, ever. She looked up at his eyes and tousled his long blond mane and giggled. "Maybe you are pretty" she said placing her palm to his face slapping it softly.

Richie breathed out and followed Gia to the couch after recomposing himself for a second, the void of her presence felt as she had shifted from him, he followed her to the couch and sat down just leaving a gap between them and gazed over to Jon and Mic and laughed. "Wasn’t she dead set about not being his popsicle earlier?" Richie asked as time had now indeed passed.

Gia winced, "Ahhhuh," she shook her head a bemused expression in her eyes. " I guess she changed her mind."

Jon kept his arm around her and began to walk to the door. "Let me get you someplace a bit more comfy baby." He winked at Richie on the way, his look clearly saying find someplace else to sleep.

Gia watched mortified as Mic walked out giggling on the lead singers arm. Well damn. Now what? She winced and looked over at Richie. "God tell me you two don’t share a hotel room." She knew it though, deep down that that was exactly the situation. Her roommate had displaced him. God fucking damn.

Richie nodded "Afraid so, so looks like I will be sleeping right here," Richie looked around mournfully.

Gia stood swiftly, her heart tightening in her chest. "Well I’m sorry bout that, really." She stuck her hand out to shake his. "It was a pleasure to meet you though."

Richie stared at her hand, her heart beat resounding in his head, radiating back to life in his mind. The force was there again, the mist was stealing into his mind and he knew he couldn’t let it cause them to lose each other again, not this time. He rose from the couch and moved towards her, his eyes locked with hers, a storm brewing in his own. Her soul was calling to him, but to do what? Her neck, that slender beautiful neck with those damn bite marks called to him. In an instant without thinking about it, he felt his teeth tingle and ache as they lengthened.

He noticed Gia's eyes grow wide in shock, but before she could move he'd pinned her against the wall his lips descending to hers in a sweet yet punishing kiss. His hands slid along her sides only to pull her closer as the need for her began to rage beyond his control.

She gasped as he went from sitting to suddenly next to her in the blink of an eye, and his lips, oh god his lips were teasing hers in a way she'd never felt before. When he began to sensually slide his tongue along hers she was lost, her arms wrapping around his waist to hold on.

Her soul screamed at the timing, the place, but she couldn’t pull away from his lips, didn't want too really.

He pulled away from her and ran his hands gently down her sides, his mind tapping into her feelings of where they were, his heart in tune with her desire, and his soul wanting every inch of her. "Want a guest for the night?" he asked softly as his lips teased over her forehead.

She looked up into his eyes and damned herself to hell, a hell that was feeling more like a heaven no matter what he was. Taking his hand she began to walk out of the building towards her car, unable to speak, but driven by a need she didn't understand.