Page 23 of Liberty
Chapter 10
LIBERTY
There wasa hot and damaged vampire sleeping in my living room. This was my teenage dream. Too bad I didn’t get to enjoy it. Visually yes, but physically, I wasn’t a hundred percent sold, though the promise of ecstasy in the form of orgasms didn’t have me turning away. I was female, and as a female, we all know what it’s like to get jilted in the orgasm department.
I shut the door behind me, but I didn’t bother locking it. What would have been the point? Super hearing, super senses, super body? I was sure he could have broken through in a heartbeat if he wanted. Heartbeat, ha. No pun intended there. The fact that they didn’t have a solid one of those made me question everything I’d ever known.
And two hundred – two hundred fucking years old and he didn’t look a day over twenty-five. And that was my maximum guess. How would this work, anyway? I aged, would grow old, and they’d all just watch me until I fertilized the flowers? Whoa, what was I thinking? Was I planning to grow old with these three guys already? I just met them.
Not that it would be an awful idea. Orgasms and scrumptious men’s bodies at my disposal at all times? With three of them, someone was bound to be free whenever I wanted, right? Disregarding the minor detail of them not being the best of friends and hating each other, I thought it could work.
Focus, Lib, focus.You are not going to be part of a vampire sandwich. They were just doing what they had to and following last orders. Plus, would I really be up for a trio of studs when my track record assured me I couldn’t even handle one? My body said, yes! Abso – fucking – lutly. But my mind said no ma’am, you haven’t even shaved in two months.
I should probably do that tomorrow. Definitely doing that tomorrow.
It took every ounce of strength I had to close my eyes and stop the thoughts of three shirtless vampires running through my head. I bet they weren’t even as beautiful shirtless as I imagined. I mean, sure, Sterling had a set of good biceps, and Ellis had those sexy arm veins that made every girl weak, but that didn’t mean the rest of their body was as alluring, not that alluring mattered so much, but I was trying to detour my thoughts. And Oak, well . . . fuck it. Who was I kidding? I bet he looked as good shirtless as he did with a shirt.
Sleep. I needed sleep. I opened one eye to check the clock. I’d been here an hour thinking about these boys. Damn it. Sleep. I forced my body to calm down and relax, forced my eyes to stay shut, forced my mind to slow, until I drifted off to sleep.
I woketo an uneasy feeling as something unfamiliar rubbed against my legs. My body froze, unable to move and not by choice. I was paralyzed. Stuck. My limbs wouldn’t operate, my lungs could barely contract, and what little breathing I could do came out in spastic pants. I blinked, well at least I tried, but the movement was lethargic. I opened my mouth to scream for help, but the sound, all sounds, were silenced in my throat.
Panic like I’d never felt before crept up my spine, but I could do nothing to dispel it. The movement by my feet slowly slinked up my body, taking its time as it crept up my knees. The feeling made my skin crawl. Repulsion at the touch made me want to pull away, but my frozen state forbid it.
My heart pounded as a piece of the creature came into view. First, a few flashes of greys and greens that turned into scales before a long split tongue darted out, tasting the skin where my pajama shorts and tank top gaped. The wet strip of tongue slithered over me, raising goosebumps in its wake. I tried to wiggle, attempted to move, but I couldn’t even raise an arm to brush the creature off me.
Though I couldn’t move my eyes, when it slowly traveled up my body, I saw it was some sort of serpent with large yellow eyes and teeth. Fuck, I didn’t even know snakes had teeth. It slithered through the valley of my breasts and hovered over my head. Its head tilted to the side as it examined me, its tongue slithering in and out of its mouth.
“It’s a sssshame I didn’t knnnnow sssssoooner,” It hissed, “I wouldddd have sssttooopped it befffore yooou werree bornnn.”
Stopped what? I couldn’t even ask, not that I would have gotten a chance to. Nope, not when the serpent slithered its body down my shoulder and around the base of my neck before biting into my ear and whispering, “Nnnoo matterrr. I’ll ennnd you nowww.”
The blood from the bite trickled down my ear and neck, and I could feel the warm moisture pooling against my skin and the pillow under my head. It was a weird sensation to concentrate on, but as the serpent’s body tightened around my throat, constricting my airway, all I could think was I wonder if the blood will stain.
It hurt, but not as much as I thought it would. It’s funny how, when the ability to fight back is removed, acceptance takes its place. Sure, I tried to wiggle my fingers. I tried reaching for the scaled body of my attacker, but it was no good. I was paralyzed. I took one last deep breath before the long body vised my airway, cutting my ability to breathe.
My eyes watered, the tears running down my cheek and mixed with the blood that already pooled on my pillowcase. My body felt heavy as my last remaining oxygen depleted right before my vision blurred. I closed my eyes and let the blackness take me.