Widower 6.5: Love Burns
is DJ D, the voice of the Underground. If you can hear this broadcast
then we're looking for you. Seems like an old flame has been reignited.
The tomcat and rat are playing with fire. But will it get their
know that my aunt meant to insult me when she said I was just like
Ardoin. Her words were meant to scare me, make me snap to my senses and
be the obedient student she’d made me into.
didn’t. "No," I corrected with a smirk, "I'm just like
me."Angelique's eyes narrowed and she looked at me in disgust. "Fine,
you go. But mark me, Jacques," she hissed between bared fangs, "if you
as much as look at that Hellenic whore, I will see to it that you
never, ever step foot out of this house."
laughed. "Yeah? How?"
think I cannot?" She began to move her fingers and I could see the
sparks of energy flying through them until they fused into one long
purplish strand. Then she thrust her pulsating hands at me and that
energy strand snaked around my body, wrapping so tautly I couldn't move.
she could. "I get the point," I snapped. "Can you let go of me now?"
to it that you don't get lost along the way." Angelique snapped her
fingers and the strand of energy flowed back into her body.
planning on it," I mumbled before phasing the fuck out.
place was about a half kilometer away from the beach and pier. Right by
that pier was the secret tunnel from the Old Quarter to the Baptiste
tomb at Golden Slumbers and the entrance was where I phased back in.
Not that I wanted to use that tunnel to get into Sargot City, if I
wanted to go into Sargot City, instead of phasing in, I could have
stayed as mist and let the wind carry me there. I just used that tunnel
because I knew no one would see me rematerialize. Somehow, the fact it
took energy made rematerializing all the more satisfying. Energy I
intended to refresh. And not by psychically tapping into juicers doing
it for me.
I was done with that. Done with the hypocrisy of feeding on juicers who
fed on the blood of Norms. No matter how you looked at it, human lives
were taken so I might as well take it for myself, yeah?
you lost?" a boy's voice suddenly asked me.
the fuck did he come from? "Yeah, a little."
turned and saw a bottle blond, blue eyed boy who looked about a year,
two years older than me tops. Pretty boy. Pretty enough to make my long
ignored hunger rise. "Where're you trying to go?" he asked.
special," I replied, for lack of anything better to say. I could blame
it on being caught off-guard but the truth was that even though it had
only been a month or so, I was rusty when it came to gaming. Hunting.
Having a fucking conversation and talking to someone besides my aunt.
company?" he offered, then drew closer to me before I had the chance to
answer one way or the other.
first I was gonna say no, since I wasn't planning to kill him and he'd
only get in the way. But as he moved nearer, I could instantly sense he
was a Stalker who was probably stupid enough to be hunting ME. So I
instantly changed my mind about feeding on juicers; only it would be
his blood drenching my throat and just the thought of it made my dick
since he had to be new, I'd never seen him at the Nocturne and he was
just the type for someone I didn't want to think about. Someone I sure
as fuck knew wasn't thinking about me and if I had any doubt about
whose bastard this was, it was pretty much gone once he introduced
himself. "Call me, Vaso."
yeah. "VAH~so' was already copying Angelo's style of talking but I just
played dumb. "Jamie."
to meet you, Jamie," Vaso said. "You just hanging out for the night?"
like hanging out with boys?" Vaso asked with a sly smile.
grinned wickedly. "I like doing a lot of things with boys." My fingers
brushed against his cheek. "Do you?"
was so fucking stupid he didn't even notice my skin was as icy as his.
Instead his tongue flicked out over my fingers and pushed my fingertips
into his mouth, sucking them.
breath I drew in wasn't part of the game, he pushed more of my fingers
into his mouth and his tongue and lips worked such magic, I began to
wonder what kind of magic they'd work on the rest of my body. After
all, if Angel Boy made him a Bride, he had to be more than good in bed.
eyes glinted with many lusts; it was only a matter of time before he
made his move. "You like doing this with boys?" he asked me softly
before leaning in and kissing me.
moaned as he deepened the kiss, especially because his mouth tasted so
good. His hands slid beneath my shirt and caressed me and I couldn't
help but lean into his touch. He pressed against me and I could feel
his hard on grinding against my leg. It took everything in me to not
bite his lips until they bled and suck at them.
broke the kiss, breathing as hard as I was. "You wanna go somewhere we
can have more fun?"
your place?" I asked innocently.
wasn't expecting that and I could almost see the gears turning in his
head as he tried to come up with an alternative since the last thing he
wanted was to take me back to "his place." Mostly because as a Stalker,
he doesn't get a room upstairs and the chances were he crashed wherever
he can find space. "No can do," he finally said. "Not exactly the best
place for houseguests if you catch my drift."
don't know if I decided to fuck with his head or if I just fell into it
automatically but I kept on playing dumb. "Gotcha. You don't want your
boyfriend catching you cheating."
had to suppress a smirk when I saw the oh so familiar mixture of
amusement and resentment briefly flicker in his eyes that meant that
Angel Boy was already fucking around on him. "No," was all he said. It
was all he needed to say.
I replied with just enough skeptical doubt to make Vaso uneasy. Fuck,
no wonder Angelo got tired of him so quick; his flavor of the month
couldn't game a five year old.
gears were working in Vaso's pointy little head again but this time I
spared him from having to think too hard. "We could always go to a
fotel," I suggest. In other words: a fuck hotel.
minutes later we're buck assed naked; going at it in some rent by the
hour room at The Saint George and I'm feeling that magic mouth working
at my dick. Vaso might have been as dumb as toast but he was better
than wicked-good at sucking cock and add that with a juicer's suction
and I was gone, bucking on the bed as he swallowed me down.
pleasure rose so fast it overtook my body until I was coming down
Vaso's throat but before Vaso could attack me I pulled him up by his
shoulder and yanked his head back….
try," Vaso suddenly hissed, his elbow flying into my stomach, forcing
me to let go. "No cigar, Weasel."
the fuck? I never gave him that name!
lunged for him but he moved faster and pushed me down on the bed,
pinning me on my back. (Only a month and you're already out of
practice,) Vaso mockingly. (So much for your fancy bloodline.)
did Angelo tell this fucktoy everything about me? My muscles tensed and
I sprang to push him off me but that only gave Vaso better leverage and
his nails dug into my sides, dragging me back down onto the bed. (Now,
now,) he chided, (no more of your tricks.)
snarled and tried pulling away but Vaso's nails went deeper so if I
pulled any more, he'd split me open. He had me, at least for now, and
he knew it. "Look
who's talking about tricks," I gasped through the knifing pain.
smirked. (No tricks. Just …some fun. ) Vaso abruptly
straddled me while keeping me in that deadly grip. "And it's about to
get a lot more fun," he hissed between fully unsheathed fangs.
leaned forward and flicked his tongue over my lips and I realized that
he was a real threat. Vaso had gamed me and I'd fallen right into his
He had me just where he
wanted me and there was shit I could do about it. Had
my exile with Angelique made me into something so pathetic I could be
beaten by a fucking Stalker who'd learned more in four weeks with
Angelo than I learned in nearly a year?
a familiar voice suddenly growled, (funtime is over, Vaso.) Vaso's
nails were pulled out of my body as Angelo lifted him by the back of
his neck then threw him against the wall. (What did I tell you, little
the fuck did Angel Boy get here and why would he even bother rescuing
me yet again when he didn't give a fuck about me anymore?
glared at him, not saying a word.
going deaf, malaka?)
Angelo asked softly in that menacing tone of his that even scared the
fuck out of Dimitri. (Or are you just a fucking idiot?)
just fell into my lap, Angelo. How could I resist?) Vaso's eyes glinted
with defiance. (Besides, I figured if he was gonna kill me, I'd kill
made a sound between a sigh and a snarl and Shadowdanced to Vaso's
broken body. (I warned you about this shit.) He kicked Vaso's side to
emphasize the point. "Go!" he hissed.
was shaky but he managed to stand up and get dressed. (Gamisou,)
he spat at Angelo before facing me. (Let's see how tough you are when
Angelo isn't fighting your battles, kariolis,)
he sneered before phasing out.
fighting my battles. He always fought my battles. I wanted to believe I
could handle things myself, that I didn't need Sir Angelo to come to
the rescue, but tonight shot that
of the water.
knew I should've been more grateful but I was way too pissed at how he
abandoned me up until now that "thank you" was the furthest thing from
my mind. (He must've kept you really busy,) I said cheerfuly. (How long
did you wait, Angelo? Two nights? One night? Or was he already waiting
in yout bed the night you dropped me off at Angelique's?)
blinked as if he didn't know what I was talking about. (Who?)
it, play dumb you fucking bastard!)
shook his head. (Who's playing? What the fuck are you on about Weasel?)
all that he was still fucking around with my head! (Vaso,) I snapped.
(Your new fuck of the month!)
expected Angelo to mindfuck me more. What I didn't expect was for him
to start laughing. (New?) He started to choke. (Are you kidding me,
dead serious,) I said, getting even more pissed.
gasped as he tried to stop laughing. "I guess you are." He walked over
to me and patted my shoulder, catching his breath. (Lover, what made
you think Vaso was new?)
rolled my eyes. (No? Then why is this the first time I ever saw him?)
I told him to stay the fuck away from you.)
stared at him. (So Vaso isn't new.)
no.) Angelo looked down at my slowly healing sides, which were still
bleeding because I didn't have the energy to stop it. (Gamoto!)
he swore, shaking his head. Then he kissed me on the lips. (Wait here,
beloved,) he told me before leaving the room and slamming the door
I was still his beloved? But if that was the case why didn't he come
for me when I called him?
came now, said that voice inside me that had been missing since
Angelique had become my teacher. He saved you. If he'd forgotten about
you he wouldn't have bothered.
knew if I'd told all this to Angelique, she'd find a way to make it
Angelo's fault. She'd say he set me up to make himself look good. Or
that he got tired of Vaso and used me as an excuse to get rid of him.
as quickly, I realized how stupid that thought was. If anything, once
Angelo got tired of someone, he just stopped sleeping with them, he
didn't need any excuse for that.
for making himself look good, Angelo didn't need to do that either and
wouldn't care if he didn't give a fuck about me.
few moments later, Angelo staggered in, juiced to the gills and high as
a fucking kite. Before I could say a word, his hand covered my mouth.
"Shhh," he whispered. "Don't say a word. Just listen. You think you
could do that, kaloz mou?"
wasn't like I could I could do anything else.
gotten real good at stripping my kids," Angelo continued, "so I figure
you should be able to do this in your sleep."
he knew what I did. Was that what this little
tête-à-tête was about? Another fucking
game where Angelo uses my guilt against me?
I didn't feel so the game was on him. But all I said was, "Fucking
familiar gleam of impatience flickered in Angelo's dark eyes. Good, his
starting to show. Now I'd see
what that asshole's motives really were.
sighed with exasperation, then lay down next to me, closing his eyes.
(Then do it.)
first I had no idea what he meant. Then it hit me and suddenly I knew
why he fed so heavy. (You've got to be kidding Angel Boy. I'm not doing
that to you!)
the fuck not?) Angelo demanded. (I kept Vaso away from you for a
reason. You might have power but he has years and years of experience.
No power can compensate for that.)
had said Vaso wasn't new, but years and years? (How many years?)
was my second kid, made only a little after Dimitri when we made our
trek up the Florida coast, you do the math.)
I remembered how I thought he was imitating Angelo and I realized, it's
that same slight accent, complete with the same curse words. And
considering that Vaso looked closer to Dimitri's age than Angelo's,
that would make him older than Angelo or at least the same age. (So
he's just avoided me up until tonight?)
that!) Angelo growled. (At the rate you're going, it won't matter
anyway until you get the energy to heal yourself.)
he realize what he was offering? (Angel Boy,) I said softly, my fingers
brushing against his warm cheek, (I've never tried to control how much
I take. I might end up killing you.)
leaned into my touch and met my gaze. (So be it.)
knew exactly what he was doing. And what he was doing was giving his
life for mine.
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