The Darker Side Of Me (A Ravana Moon Novel Book 1) Page 3

  “Yes, I think I am,” the man said.

  “Jeffery?” the dark-haired companion said moving to the front of them. “You can’t mean that, baby. Why would you say such a thing?”

  “Yes, Jeffrey. Why would you say such a thing?” Nunzio egged him on.

  The blond, Jefferey, turned to look at his lover and sneered at him. “Get lost, Lester. I’m done with you.” He only had eyes for Nunzio. It was done quickly and without a fight. This time. Nunzio had a thing for couples. He liked to rip them apart, playing with the fragile human ego.

  “Wow, you’re a ripe little thing, aren’t you?” Nunzio trailed a finger down Jeffrey’s cheek, then his collarbone. The man wore a slim wife beater and blue jeans. Much to the chagrin of his friend he leaned into Nunzio, letting his hand come to rest on his waist.

  Nunzio leaned into Jefferey, and I thought he would finish him right there in front of the entrance to the club. Demolition was known for shady dealings, but murdering someone in plain sight might have been a problem for us in the future. I stepped from the shadows once Lester left with fists clenched and mumbling something under his breath.

  “Why didn’t you just charm the boyfriend as well?”

  “Why, are you feeling peckish?”

  “No, but he could come back. Besides, once he realizes Jefferey here is dead, he can I.D. you.”

  “I’m dead?” the blond asked as if it were a simple thing.

  Nunzio shushed the man and slid his hand from the side his face to the back of his head and pulled him close. “No, my sweet. You’re just getting started.”

  “Nunz, what are you doing?”

  I didn’t like the look in his eyes when he looked at me. They turned feral and glowed once more. “You’re supposed to be paying attention, lad. When you want someone, you don’t change for them. You...change...them.” Nunzio pulled Jeffery closer and locked his mouth on his. I watched on, oddly interested when I saw him part the man’s lips with his tongue. I’d never witnessed this side of my friend before.

  I knew without a doubt I was madly in love with a woman, but the excitement I was getting from watching my friend have his way with his prey was astonishing. I suppose sex was just sex, regardless of who participated. When my erection twitched behind my zipper I cleared my throat making Nunzio break his hold on his new friend.

  “I’m sorry, mate. Where was I?”

  “A lesson of some sort.”

  “Ah, yes. Here we are. An average bloke. Limp, weak…human. If I were to want to keep him around for a spell, I wouldn’t hope for him to accept me as I am. I’d simply make him conform."

  “Nunzio, stop!”

  I didn’t act quickly enough. I knew what was coming, but I didn’t stop him in time. Nunzio moaned as his teeth came down on Jefferey’s flesh. His blood flowed fast and hard. Nunzio had one hand wrapped around Jefferey’s middle and the other rubbed his erection. The man was dying and had a hard-on. I hoped when the time came that I could go out the same way. Though with Ravana it’d be more likely silver to flesh that would take me. I could only hope I would be plunged deep inside her at the time.

  He removed his mouth from Jefferey’s neck and flicked his teeth against his own wrist. The blood flowed easily, and he let it drip into the open mouth of his prey. Then in one fluid motion, he took Jeffery’s head in his hands and twisted. Jeffery dropped to the ground and I watched my friend pick up the limp body off the ground and slung it over his shoulder as if the man weighed no more than a small child.

  “You're turning him? Why did you do that?”

  “Because, I was bored, and my bedpost needs more notches.”

  “That wasn’t necessary, Nunz.”

  “Yes, it was. Do you want to know why?”

  I raised an eyebrow at him.

  He continued, “Because we are immortal creatures, with nothing better to do than make these lesser beings our playthings. When you start realizing you are one of a few ringmasters in this world of pets, then you can forget about that damn red-head, and truly live.”

  Nunzio disappeared with his new mate, and I was left standing alone in front of the club. I only had one choice before me. A state of delirium brought on by copious amounts of alcohol. I took three steps and opened the door.

  The smoke inside came to me first. Then the sound of the music as it blasted my eardrums. Even a human set of ears would have a hard time keeping a clear head with the level of the music. I adjusted my senses and dulled the noise from my head. The crowd was full of exuberant men and women pawing at each other as the music played. I became hopeful of finding a nice distraction. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bright red-haired girl. She wore a shiny pleather suit, much like cat woman. The hair, a wig. The nails, press on. The only real thing about the petite thing was the large breasts she used to fill the bodice on that suit.

  I moved to the bar, not taking my eyes off the faux redhead and ordered a scotch, neat and placed a bill on the counter using a rolling motion with my hand to signal the bartender to keep them coming. At least until I’d spent the total worth of the paper he took from me.

  The little red-haired girl sidled up to me at the bar. Her ass touched my leg and I could tell it was nice and firm. I would have a grand time exploring her. She looked over and winked at me. I returned the favor, but went back to my drinks. The first went down nice and hot. The sting made me wince only a little, but I felt the heat rise in my face. Having the part of me that was still a little human, kept those things from going away. As well as the overwhelming feeling of being weightless.

  The problem was, even though she’d be a great distraction, I needed a few more drinks in me to believe that small girl could possibly be anywhere close to my Red. By the time my hundred was spent, she moved back over to the bar. The music quieted, and I’d counted, she was coming back for an eighth drink. I could only hope they were mixed with generous amounts of alcohol. I didn’t think I could manage to charm her enough to keep her willing past the initial contact. After that, the feelings of pleasure always kept them wanting more.

  She moved back to the bar and brushed her little tight ass against me for the umpteenth time. I moved my hand and let it rest against the small of her back as she jumped up on the footrest of the stool I sat on, to lean up over the bar. Her eyes were the wrong color, but I could overlook that. She gave me a grin that looked mischievous and a little daring. She knew exactly what she was doing.

  We all had our tastes and cravings. Nunzio looked for blessed blood. He thought if he ingested enough blood of those blessed by the church he’d be able to pass Go and get into heaven. That, and he said it was sweeter. Anyone who crossed his path with a little silver or gold cross was a prime target.

  For me, I craved the interaction. The touch of skin against mine. Hands to search my body for the pleasure spots. A warm mouth to lean into. I craved it more than blood. More than the very thing that kept me alive. Being immortal was lonely. Sure, I had acquaintances. I even had Nunzio, the first real friend I’d ever kept around. I hadn’t known love, or pleasure in a way that made my breath hitch, or my pulse quicken with a mere thought. Until Red.

  Now my cravings were too specific. Red hair, a foul mouth and disposition, rancid anger, and an insatiable lust. She was it. She was all I would need to survive. I just didn’t know if I could let her try to fix what I didn’t deem broken. I’d accepted my fate a long time ago. I didn’t think I could let her get my hopes up, nor would I allow myself to be disappointed.

  My waking was nothing like hers. I’d watched as she sprang to life. Yes, she was dead, but she was more alive now than she was in that meek form of a human girl. A hunter with no passion, no fire, and no drive made her dull. Now, she was exuberant and it made my insides stir.

  No, she excelled at what she now was. I, on the other hand, died and never came back to life. I was devastated. Not able to remember my life before, and unwilling to stop trying to. I felt robbed, deprived of a life of true emotion. I wanted t
o experience all that a human life had to offer; love, marriage, kids, and even the daily day to day stresses. All that feeling meant life. I wanted nothing to do with my gift, as Emerick called it. A gift he’d bestowed upon me against my will, and without my consent. The same thing I just witnessed with Nunzio and Jefferey.

  “You trying to pick me up, or help me not stumble and fall?” the girl said noting my hand pressed against her. I could feel the heat of her body through her top. The pleather would be rough to work around, but I could manage.

  I leaned into her ear as the music picked back up. “What if I said a little of both?”

  She smiled, and it reached her eyes as she placed the bill in her hand down the front of her top.

  “I wouldn’t put that there.”

  She laughed, and I thought she sounded a lot younger than the legal drinking age. “Why is that?”

  “Because I plan on putting my mouth there. You might lose it.”

  Her eyes grew wider and she stepped down from the rung of my stool. I thought she was going to run away, but when her hand sought out mine I smiled back at her.

  “I guess there is only one thing to do then?” She pulled my hand around her middle letting it rest on her back, pressing herself against me. We were both standing, and I realized she wasn’t quite as short as I thought. Of course, she hadn’t the height of the real Red, but it would make the image of Ravana in my mind all that easier to obtain when I finally got those legs over my shoulders.

  “What’s that?”

  “Pick a destination. Your place or mine?”

  “Why pick?” I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me. I turned her toward the back rooms and made sure when we got there to keep her that way. Not looking into her eyes that were the wrong color would help even more. I pushed us into the back room. It was small, painted black, and had nothing more than a small red sofa inside. I shut and locked the door and pushed her over to the sofa. “Does this work for you?”

  “Oh yeah. This works just fine.” She tried to turn, but I bent her over the sofa. Her hands fell down to the cushions as she leaned over the back allowing the height of it to hold her up.

  I pulled at the faux leather and it sounded as if it were squeaking with my touch. She pulled away from the sofa for a moment and pulled at the seams between her legs. The pants she wore unsnapped. She turned her head back and that wicked smile formed again, causing one side of her mouth to turn up.

  “Easy access.”

  “Amazing.”

  I pushed her back and pulled my zipper, then unsnapped my jeans. I released myself from my pants and pressed my cock against her ass. She spread herself with little movement and moaned as I moved my pelvis against her. My fingers trailed the crack of her ass until I found her clit. I rubbed it with two fingers and slid one deep inside her. I couldn’t believe this little tart was giving herself to me with so little reluctance. It really was turning out to be my night.

  As I let my fingers delve deeper I looked for the spot that would make her weak in the knees. I pushed against it, and she slumped, her body vibrating beneath my touch. I used my free hand to rub my growing erection. It was so full and hard it was becoming painful against my touch. I moaned with pleasure and move my hand to the middle of her back, using the hand that was inside her to guide myself toward her opening. There would be no pleasantries. I couldn’t take the chance that she’d become too real. Too much like herself and not like what I needed to get off.

  I plunged into her and she screamed taking the full length of me all at once. Her knees buckled, but then she pushed her rear back against me and moved her hips with mine. I waited, not completely heartless, and let her stretch around me. Then I started a slow smooth rhythm. The tips of my fingers dug into her hips as I pulled her back against me. She rocked back and forth as I started to make quick thrusts in and out of her. Her juices flowed hot and sticky around me. My sack hit against her, and she squealed. I licked the tip of my thumb and pressed it to her exposed hole. She tenses and clenched, but I rubbed at it anyway. I moved some of her juices back to her entrance and let the tip of my thumb enter her rear. She clenched again, and I moved out and back in; moving further inside her with each push forward.

  When she moaned her pleasure, I replaced my thumb with my middle finger. She tightened around my erection and I clenched. I could feel my release building. I pushed my hand harder into her shoulder blades making sure she wouldn’t move. Then moved out of her. She whined until she felt the tip of me at her rear.

  “No, I don’t think I can do that. You're huge,” she moaned.

  I ignored her and slid the head in until I could feel it pass the ring. She seemed to have changed her mind, pushing with me. I pulled out slowly, once, twice and three times then moved in more. I rocked her back and forth. Each time her ass took in more of me until I was in as far as I could go without ripping the poor girl open.

  “Mmmm.” I let the sound escape me at the same time as she had. I pulled out to the head and thrust back in.

  She screamed, “Oh my FUCKING GOD…Don’t stop. GODDAMIT, don’t stop.”

  She pushed against me as hard as I thrust into her. I rocked back and forth, in and out. My fingers found her clit and I thrust three fingers inside of her.

  “Yes!” she screamed again, her back arching so that her head leaned back and settled on my shoulder.

  I had to close my eyes, so I wouldn’t see hers. She moved up and down on me, her wig came loose and fell to the floor.

  “Fuck!” I yelled as I finally met with sweet release. It was over, and I was out of her and zipping as I headed for the door. The illusion was gone. The hair laid in a pile on the floor and I was totally spent.

  “Hey, what the fuck?”

  I could hear her faintly over the music as I headed toward it, the door closed behind me and I didn’t look back as I was met with dirty looks from others in the hall.

  The blood bank was open around the clock. Lucky for me the Order wanted to make sure their soldiers always had access to a fresh supply, which meant low life degenerates such as myself could as well. Once I fed, I could crawl back to my hovel and try not to think about Ravana Moon.

  Chapter 5

  Ravana

  I woke to find Delia in her usual spot. Sprawled out on the carpet with a million leather books on demon lore. She spent the days studying and watching over me as I slept. Of course, I always wondered how the Order thought they were protecting me with humans as watchdogs. If someone wanted to kill me, it would have been difficult because of the building and the improvements I made to it, not because some human girl stood guard with books, coffee, and pastries.

  “Morning?” she said, the same as every evening. Like she was questioning my decision to keep the same schedule as vampires. How else would I catch them?

  “Good evening, Delia. Find anything useful?”

  “I don’t know. I found a few things on Benzor demons. Though I don’t think we’ve had a sighting in about fifty years.” She picked up a bagel already covered with cream cheese and took a bite.

  “Are there more?” I asked heading to the brown bag on the island.

  “Yes, and if you’d bother to check when I got here this morning, you would have seen they were fresh. Still warm. Now they’re hard.”

  Her eyes never left the book she was reading as she spoke to me. She wouldn’t look up at me until I put clothes on. I’d taken to streaking in the apartment to make her uncomfortable on purpose. She was an uptight prude. I couldn’t keep working with this girl.

  “So?”

  She looked up and blushed, looking back to her book. “What?” Her sharp tongue was not unwelcomed. I liked her more when she got a bit feisty.

  “Benzor? What’s his deal?”

  “He. Oh, no. This is a she. You think you’re a bad ass? She’s a carnivore,” she said looking up again, probably to gauge my interest.

  I replied in kind by letting my fangs drop into view.

  She wince
d. “Not, no—. Not like that. She’s ten feet tall, picks her man based on smell. Pheromones. When she’s chosen the right one, she rips him in half and eats his reproductive… er, um…area.”

  Prude.

  “Okay, so fifty years, you say. I suppose that’s good.” I had no interest in going up against anything like that anytime soon. “Anything else?”

  “Nope, just the usual. Nothing on the Ancient One or…”

  “Me?”

  “Of course. That’s what we are looking for.”

  “In case I die, then the Order can find another? I’m told there were over a hundred failed attempts at perfect until I was created. Then he stopped. Guess you’re stuck with me.” I turned back in the direction of my bedroom to get dressed. As much as I enjoyed the look on Delia’s face when I sauntered around in my black lace panties, I had work to do.

  Just before I slipped into my room I had to turn back to her. She was bent over the pile of books stacking them, so she could put them away and take off for the night. “Why eat the junk?”

  Her blonde ponytail whipped around when she looked back at me and then back to her books. “To impregnate herself.” She heaved the stack of books up in her arms and headed toward the library.

  “Hmm, talk about a broken family.” I shook my head and entered my room.

  The plush carpeting flowed in my personal space as well and covered the floor of my walk-in closet. It was roughly the size of my large master bathroom. Clothes hung on racks to the right, shelves, and drawers on the left. In the back were racks of shoes. The boots I wore the day before hung back on the lowest rung. I moved to the right side of the room and pushed clothes aside. I settled on a pair of black jeans. The length of each leg was held together at the sides with spandex cords. My flesh would be exposed from hip to ankle. A simple white blouse with large black buttons and a laced black bra complimented them nicely. I chose my favorite ankle boots; suede instead of my usual leather. This night was about finding information, not distraction.