Things that go bump in the night

Caleb put his arm around Fella caressing her. "I will be fine, dear. Just stay here while I find out what is going on."

I walk out the back door, going on full predator mode. My body glides softly over the leaves, and then turning the corner I see him. He is looking in the window. What a shame, he isn't too bright or he would have ran knowing I was gone out of the room.

Quickly, like a falling star I come up behind him, using my stregnth I knock him unconscience. What a fool. I drag his body insides, calling as I do, "We have an unexpected visitor."
 
I feel him collapse, but not entirely.
She drags him back in. Curling closer into Caleb's arms, I whisper.

"He, he isn't human. Not anymore."
 
Caleb pushes his arm out and out of the shadows a sword flies into his hands.

I see it,and hear her. "If he isn't human what is he?"

I look at a man, tall, thin and lanky with grey eyes and dark brown hair.
 
Gently I open, a littl,e then as if stung I cry out and fall to my knees.
"Caleb, help." Mouthing the words, feeling the creature worm his way into me. Unable to shut down.
 
Caleb

I reach to Fella & pull her to me, then kiss her soundly. I open my mind & merge with her, becoming a part of her and her a part of me.
I feel its presence immediately, & recognize what it is. A Bodiless, a demon basically, weak but insidious.
It is trying to attach itself to Fella's essence, like it did that poor bastard that Lamia brought down. But it has one problem, I am more powerful than it, I just must be careful, for I can harm Fella as easily as I can it.

I focus my power into a white-hot scapel of force & search out its evil presence. Sensing me, it burrows deeper into Fella's mind, seeking the corruption it needs to grow, but not finding it in her mind. I focus my will on it & blast it with pure mental force, tearing it from her mind & banishing it back to the hells it came from. Fella cries out in agony & collapses against me, crying from the pain.
The body in front of us, a empty shell now, begins to decay rapidly.
I slowly sink to the floor with Fella in my arms, stroking her neck gently, projecting comfort & affection into her mind the whole time.

I look over at lamia " Don't you think its time you put that thing up?" i say pointing to the strap-on she is still wearing.
 
I am overwhelmed with the freedom from the thing, and curl into his arms. Aroused by his touch, his presence in my mind. he talks to Lamis, and i see her, still wearing the thing. Blushing I bury my face again. Remembering, and bringing back the feel of it.
 
Lamia

I take the strap-on and remove it setting it down on the coffee table. "There, is that better? Intimidating you was it?" She teased Caleb
 
Caleb

"Well, it looks better there than on you. We need to get out of here, this location is compromised. Go grab some clothes & I'll take us to a safer location."
I walk forward to Lamia & kiss her lips gently " You don't have to worry anymore, i'll see to your safety. Now go get dressed."
 
"Leave here?" Looking from one to the other. "But, he is gone now." Their banter, the whole thing seemed to much, and again I was feeling overwhelmed, but Lamia pulled me close, and instantly. it was better. her smile reached into me, and it no longer mattered where and what had happened.
 
Caleb

"Well, those things are not very independent, & are usually used as spies. I can almost garentee it was sent out to find one of us. I have a safe place to go too. Besides, if you two don't get some clothes on I'm gonna loose all self control!"
 
Lamia

"Yes, I agree. We must leave. Let's get some clothes on."

I walk into the bedroom and put on a tank top and a skirt.
 
I followed quickly.
"All I have is what I wore last night, and my cloak." She pulled me close, kissing me, my bidy instantly responded, pressing against hers. Ny nipples hard, my breathing rapid.
But she pushed me away, holding my hand.

"May I borrow something of yours?"
 
Lamia

"Oh, dear.Yes, you may borrow whatever you like, just leave the cloak." *wink

"By the way," I pull her close to me, my fingers entwine in her hair, and pressing her lips to mine give her the deepest, most loving kiss ever. "I wanted to share that with you."
 
Her kiss made me collapse to the bed, my legs shaking, I reaction to her, the night, and the events. Everything was happening so fast. I slipped on a tank dress and a sweater, my hand lingering on my cloak, but knowing it identified me. I pulled my hair back in a [ponytail and then grabbed a sweater. Slipping my feet into my sandals.
"Pack a bag?"
 
Caleb

ok, they are women but this is taking too long. I start into the bedroom to get them, retrieving my kit on the way. I slidemy sword into the sheath on my back & throw my black leather duster on, settling it right ( & checking weapons as I do it).
"Pack a bag?" I hear Fella say as I walk through the door.
" I would pack amything you value greatly, plus some change of clothing. You may be able to return here, but then again maybe not."
At that the girls look at each other, then go into a packing frenzy. We finally get it down to one suitcase for each of them. Following me, they leave & head down a block to my car. Both of the girls get into the backseat. I take the long way to my safehouse, checking for tails with my inner sight & the more conventional ways.

When we arrive at the Worthington Hotel I throw up a Mask of Mirrors. Now if anyone see's me they will see a middle aged buisnessman named Richard Forbeare, a suscessful real-estate tycoon. I walk up to the desk & ask the cleark for my messages, then tell him I am heading up to my penthouse, & wish not to be disturbed for any reason. The girls follow me , probably wondering what in the hell they have gotten themselves into.
Upon entering the penthouse, I leave my kit in the halll closet, & give the girls the tour, showing them the spare bedroom, bathrooms, & that there were blackout shutters & curtians on all the windows. Hopefully they likes it, this may be home for them for a while.
 
We pack quickly, then leave. Nothing to me, but Lamia, though she acts controlled, is hurting.
I squeeze her hand and touch her, whenever possible. We ride in silence, for I am afraid to talk, afraid of what these two might say next, and Lamia seems lost in her thoughts.

Once there he changes somehow. Grows, no, shifts and becomes someone else, though Caleb is so obviously there. Haughtly he talks the the clerk, and we follow him up. I wonder if they see us? or what they think?

The penthouse is palatial. Huge. Too big for him. This isn't Caleb, but an image that lives here. A disguise, an identity. I cling to her hand as we are shown the place. Longing to be alone with her. She is pale, too pale. And I am feeling tired too.
 
Caleb

Fella wanders around, looking at the artifacts I have inside. Mostly Myan & American Indian, but with some modern conviences.
I move into the kitchen & go to a special section of the wall, & position my fingers just so. With a audible "click" a section of tile pushes in & slides over, exposing a small fridge. I pull 2 bags of blood out & go into the living room, where the girls are sitting on my leather couch, being way too quiet.

"HERE. You both need this." I hand each a blood bag.
 
My hands shake as I take them, not reeally knowing what to do. He helps, for Lamia is seemingly still in a trance, or still recovering from leaving. Leaving the home she had for how long?
How long had she been there.

I get her to sip, then drink a little more. Sipping in between hers. Sharing this with her. Stroking her cheek, her hair. She looks better, and smiles, touching me back.

"You don't need to talk, I know. It must be hard for you to leave there. But.." Pulling her closer. "I am here, forever, or as long as you want me. Here to be with you, love you. Make love to you." Again the feeding has me aroused. Besides, she is so sensual. Her every movement calls to me.
 
Lamia

I look at her, seeing in her eyes how she does care and understand. "Your need has risen again hasen't it?" I grin, watching as a flush comes across her beautiful face. "I know. I have the same feeling."

A thought occurs to me as I realize where the blood came from. "You bring many of my kind here? To keep blood stocked up you must have a reason." I pull her into me, getting closer, ready to protect her should he try something. My mind says trust him, but my heart says something else.
 
Caleb

"It's mine actually. I sometimes have need of it, since my body has changed. I really don't want anyone taking that close a look at my blood."
I look Lamia in the eye. 'I have never fed a vampire, nor captured one before. Usually its kill or be killed when I encounter one. You will not find my secret torture chamber, or the shackles on the sunroof. I am not a monster, but a hunter of them."

I walk to the bar & pour myself a glass of Crown. "If you feel you cannot trust me, leave. You have 4 hours to seek shelter. Or return to your home. It matters not to me."
I drink down my scotch in one long draught , then turn & go into my bedroom.
 
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I listen, with every pore.

"Why 4 hours? Even then, he would not turn you in, for..." Knowing what I have felt from him should not be for me to share, but him. I finish the blood, and hold her hand.

"I believe we were interrupted earlier. Should we not thank him, for shelter, and food." Almost choking on the word food. I was not use to this yet. Blood as food, it still made my stomach turn, even as my loins burned.
 
Lamia

"Yes, Thank you. I am sorry, for I do not trust men easily. Please forgive me."
 
I pull her close, almost fiercly. "I don't have forgiveness for you. i have need and hunger. For there is nothing to forgive. You have every right to distrust man.Especially ne as secretive as him." I pull her hair off her neck, and nibble, sending chills up my body. Straight to my nipples. Pushing against her.

"I swear I am burning up."
 
Caleb

I walk into my bedroom, leaving the door ajar behind me.
*Damn all women! Living & Dead!!*
I took my duster off & tossed it in the general direction of the closet, & then took off my shirt. Looking at myself I see the scars of a life of battle. The bullet wound on one arm, the claws that i barely avoided gutting me. & my worst scars, the barcode tattoo & double helix on my right pec. I will forever be a branded man .
 
Lamia

I looked at her as she pulled me close. Her eyes were tearful, breakling my heart. "Do not cry, my dear. I am here. You are warm because you have just fed. It is the energy flowing through you. Let's find where Caleb went and get rid of your energy."
 
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