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Chapter 5

�� Marko
trotted up the boardwalk, leaving Paul and Cora to catch up.� That wasn�t too easy since Cora was on
Paul�s back.
�� Come
on guys!� Pick up the pace.�� Paul made a face and mocked Marko when he
turned away.�
�� Be
nice.�� Cora lightly smacked the side of
Paul�s head.
�� Damn,
girl.� Watch the hair!�� Paul chuckled as he carried Cora through the
crowd, suddenly feeling lighter with her teasing.
�� Two
weeks.� It had been two weeks since that
fateful night by the carousel, and they had fallen into a psycho-fuck version
of domestic bliss.� At least the three
of them did.� Cora was never without at
least one of them, especially on the boardwalk.� The surf-nazis had taken notice of her.� One night as the three of them walked and joked around, a group
of four guys started trouble with them.�
Surrounding them, taunting them.�
The one with the white stripe in his hair made an obscene remark about
where Cora could put her mouth.� It set
her off.� But because this guy was
human, not vampire, he didn�t fair as well as David had.� She dropped him, fast.� He didn�t even have a chance to react.� As the rest of the gang picked up their
friend, Marko and Paul grabbed her and booked it to their bikes.�
In the cave, Paul
and Marko, and to a smaller extent Dwayne, served as a buffer between Cora and
David, at first.� As the days passed,
David and Cora came to an understanding.�
She understood why he did what he did, and even forgave him after much
begging and pleading from Paul.� Boy
just didn�t deal well with conflict.�
And David understood why Cora reacted the way she did, and had forgiven
her later that same night.� He�s more of
a �blow it off, and then it�s back to normal� kind of guy.� But he still kept his distance.
�� Five
days after what had become known as �the incident�, David called a pack
meeting, and after some coaxing, Cora joined them.� David shared with the boys what he gleaned from Cora�s mind.� Especially the parts about them.� He told them about the �movie�.� Cora was quiet throughout, adding little bits
of info as he went along.� So the boys
knew what she knew.� At least it was out
in the open.� Now, the only question was
how to handle it.� Noting that the first
pieces of her �movie� timeline haven�t happened yet, Dwayne suggested they not
do anything yet.� It may not even come
to pass.� Cora�s jaw fell to the
floor.� It was the first time she heard
Dwayne speak, other than to grumble and snap at her.
�� Dwayne
was the only one who continued to seemingly have a problem with Cora.� He confused the hell out of her.� Wouldn�t come near her when they were all up
and awake.� Tried to not even look at
her.� He let Paul and Marko take care of
her.� But come time for the sun to rise,
he couldn�t get close enough.� His room
was the only place she could sleep.� His
bed one the only one she could touch.�
And his body was the only one that could curl up next to her.� Every dawn, she would fall asleep in his
arms, his nose in her hair, fingers rubbing idly over her skin.� When she woke up, she was always alone.� Just once, she wanted to know what it felt
like to wake up next to him.�
On the 11^th
dawn since she arrived, Cora planned to wake up early, well before sunset.� At four in the afternoon, Cora opened her
eyes.� Dwayne was flush against her,
arms wrapped around her chest, one thick thigh resting between hers.� Heaven.�
She was in heaven.� Squirming
just a little, just to see if he would react, she felt his arousal resting in
the cleft of her ass.� She purred.� His grip on her tightened, but that was his
only reaction.� Deciding to push it to
the edge, she flipped over so she was facing him.� Wrapping a leg over his hips, she brought them together.� She touched his face, traced a finger over
the dark slashes of his eyebrows, ran her thumb over his bottom lip.� She nipped at his chin, and he flinched, but
didn�t wake up.� She was dancing on
razor blades, and she knew it.� She took
it further and rubbed her body against his, eliciting a hoarse groan from him.
Suddenly, she was
flipped on her back, Dwayne looming above her.�
Eyes half lidded, he plundered her mouth with his.� She wrapped both legs around his hips,
pulling him closer.� He ground his erection
into her heat, growling something that sounded like mine into the wet
heat of her mouth.� Thrusting his
hips, he mirrored the movement with the thrust of his tongue in her mouth.� She was close, so close.� He didn�t even have to touch her and
she was coming.� Her body tightened with
the power of her orgasm, forcing her to throw back her head and shout.� She wasn�t normally a screamer, at least she
never had been before.� He came shortly
after her, reaching for her throat, causing another crest in her ecstasy.� Latching on, her blood filled his
mouth.� The taste on his tongue was
liquid gold.� Releasing her, he licked
her to close the wounds.
The blood is what
did it.� Her blood in his mouth brought
him to full wakefulness.� Flinging
himself across the room, Dwayne cursed at her.� �Do you know what the fuck you just did?� You fucking know what could have
happened?� DO YOU?� You stupid fool!�� Slamming the door open, he stormed out into
the hall.� She hadn�t seen him
since.� That was four nights ago.� And neither of them had slept a wink
since.�
On the fiftennth
night, Paul and Marko took Cora out.�
The agenda included shopping (stealing), eating (stealing), drinking
(stealing), and, of course, the obligatory piggy-back ride.� Anything to make her smile again.� Dwayne�s leaving their bed not only robbed
Cora of her sleep, but her smile was gone, too.� There was no joy left in her.�
The boys knew that Dwayne was in no better shape.� Leaving before anyone else got up, coming
back after everyone else hit the sack.�
If any of them had the misfortune of running into him, either in the
cave or out, they tucked tail and ran the other way.� Neither of them were any fun to be around.�
Stopping at the
cleanest of the public restrooms, Cora left Paul and Marko at the door.� She crossed over into one of the open
stalls.� Outside, Paul and Marko
continued to joke and push each other around.�
Cora flushed the toilet with her shoe.�
Hey, it may have been the cleanest of the bunch, but that didn�t mean it
was exactly sanitary.� Washing her
hands, she heard another stall open behind her.
�Well, would you
look at what we have here�� The surf nazi
with the white streak in his hair leered at her, elbowing his companion who had
acne scars covering his face.� Both of
them had white powdery residue under their noses.� �Not so tough without your boy toys, are you?�
Looking at their
reflection in the mirror, Cora�s survival instincts kicked in.� Surveying the layout, calculating what she
could use to defend herself.� She knew
what noise that wasn�t muffled by the stone walls and metal door would be
drowned out by the noise from the boardwalk outside. �There would be no calling for help.� Paul and Marko wouldn�t be able to save her from this one.
Cora turned
around, leaning her butt against the sink.�
Crossing her arms over her chest, she cocked an eyebrow.� �Didn�t have enough the other night?�� She taunted him, even though she knew it
wasn�t the smartest thing she ever did.�
�You come back so I can whoop your ass again and hand your balls
to you?�
White Streak
lunged for her, tackling her around the waist and slamming her to the
ground.� Scar Face stood over them, like
he wasn�t sure what to do.� Cora brought
her knees up and shoved Whitey off of her and into Scars.� Jumping up, she took a defensive stance.� This is what she was trained for.� In a rage, Whitey ran at her.� She saw him move, but it was in slow
motion.� As soon as he got within reach,
Cora struck out, shoving the palm of her hand into his nose, instantly breaking
it.� He fell forward, grabbing his face.� She followed through with a knee to the
head, snapping it back, knocking him unconscious.� Scars started to panic.�
While she was still moving with the momentum of her attack on his
friend, Scars jumped on her back.�
Thowing her head back into his face and throwing an elbow into his
stomach, she created some space between them.�
White hot pain exploded in her chest.�
She just reacted.� Just a
knee-jerk reaction was all it was.� With
a bellow of rage, Cora spun around, punching him in the face multiple
times.� Hard.� Spinning around, Cora straightened her arm at the last
second.� She caught him in the throat,
just under the chin with the blade of her hand.� The perfect shot.� He flew
back into the stall doors.
A loud bang caught
Paul and Marko�s attention.� Looking to
each other, both of their faces dropped.�
�Fuck!�� They flew through the
outside door into the bathroom.� Blood
and death were heavy on the air.� The
first thing they saw was the huge dent in the support for the stall doors.� At least they knew what the noise was.� Under it, a guy with acne scars crumpled on
the floor.� He wasn�t getting up.� Ever.�
Next to him was a bloodied knife.�
Gasping for air, Cora fell to her knees.� The boys ran over to her, picking her up.� Her face was bruised and her knuckles were
bloodied.�� They stood her up, and then
they saw it.� She was standing in a
puddle of blood.� Her own blood.� It wasn�t just seeping, but pouring and
gurgling out of a deep gash just under her breast bone.� The knife hadn�t hit her heart.� She�d have been dead almost instantly.� No, this had hit her lung, which was now
filling up with blood.�
Doing the only
thing he could think of, Marko ripped into his wrist, letting his blood drip
into her wound.� She hissed as it
burned.� His blood helped, but not
nearly enough, stopping the biggest rupture from hemorrhaging any more.� She needed help.� The kind of help that only the strongest of them could
provide.� They needed to find Dwayne and
David.
**********
Dwayne was
prowling the streets.� Looking for
anything that would take his mind off of honey colored eyes, the mixed scent of
vanilla, lavender, and cinnamon.� He
found it in a purple dress.� If what she
had on could be considered a dress.� Her
hair was yellow, not blonde, and a bit on the ratty side, eyes the shade of the
stormy sky.� She smelled of cheap
perfume covering an unwashed body.� She
was repulsive to him.� Perfect.� She watched him walk toward her, sizing him
up, the cut of his clothes, the shine of his boots.� �You lookin� for a date, suga?��
Her fake southern accent set his teeth on edge, nothing like the smooth
voice haunting him.� He said nothing,
just grabbed her around the waist, dragging her into the alley.� Her eyes dilated and she licked her
lips.�
�For you, it�ll be
$50.� And you can take me anyway you
like�� He silenced her with a large
hand around her throat.� He leaned in,
trying not to breathe too much of her stench.�
Letting his fangs lengthen, he opened his mouth wide, ready to
feed.� She rubbed against him, and he
pulled back.�
�What�s the matta,
suga?�� Something was wrong.� He couldn�t tell what it was, but he felt�
disturbed.� When the prostitute didn�t
get an answer, she got nasty.�
�What, you can�t
get it up, or sumpin?�� He still didn�t
answer, just took another step back, scanning the area for whatever the
disturbance might be.�
Sudden, searing pain
in his chest doubled him over.� No.� Stepping back up to the blonde, he passed a
hand over her face, wiping himself from her memory.� The pain flared and he felt fear, panic.� He could tell it was Paul�s fear he
felt.� Dwayne, get back to the
cave.� There�s been an accident.� Hurry.�
Marko called to him.� NO.� The prostitute stumbled out of the
alley, not sure why she was there.� He
took off in the opposite direct with preternatural speed, and took to the air.
He hit the cave
just after David.� The first thing he
noticed was the smell of blood.�
Familiar blood.� Blood that he�s
tasted.� Flying down into the cave, he
saw Marko and Paul hunched over, hovering over something.� Someone.�
NO!� His denial ricocheted
through his brothers� heads.� Paul�s
head popped up, tears streaming down his face.�
David rushed over, taking his place at her right side, running his hands
over her body, assessing the damage.�
The look on David�s face told Dwayne everything he didn�t want to
hear.� The only hope of saving her was
in their blood; to turn her.� Falling to
his knees at her head, he couldn�t move.�
Everything, every memory smacked him in the face.� Could he do it?� Could he risk it?� Would
she be able to handle it?�
She�s strong
Dwayne.� She can handle it.� David whispered in his mind.�
And she�s got
us to help her though it�� Marko
added as he looked at him, clinging to Cora�s pale hand.�
You�re the one,
Dwayne.� You�re the only one who can do
this, the only one she�ll trust in this.�
You�re the only one she�ll let close to her.� She�s refused both me and Marko.�
She�ll refuse David, too.� Yours
is the only wrist she�ll take.
Dwayne looked into
Paul�s pleading eyes.� How do you
know?� How do you know she won�t refuse
me, too?� Even over the mental
pathway, his voice cracked.� He cast his
eyes down to her pale face, knowing what he had to do to save her.
She�s stronger
than you think.� She�s not her.� David wouldn�t even say her name.� ��
Cora�s fading Dwayne.� YOU need to do this, and you need to do it now.�
�� Staring
down at Cora, Dwayne lifted his wrist, and bit, opening a vein for her to drink
from.� He let his blood drip onto her
lips, sliding into her mouth, over her tongue, before placing his wrist against
her face.� Minutes ticked by, and Cora�s
heart slowed to a dangerous level.� She
wasn�t drinking.� Dwayne looked at his
brothers� faces.� Each one wracked with
pain and sorrow.� He threw his head back
and screamed.� As loud and as long as he
could, he poured his broken soul into it, just as the tears poured down his
cheeks.
�� A
tentative tongue touched his wrist.� So
light, he wasn�t sure he felt it.� Then,
a light pull.� Oh, god.� Please.�
Her throat moved as she swallowed.�
Eyelids fluttering, she sucked on his wrist, every pull greater than the
last.� His tears fell unchecked onto her
face and into her hair.� She made a tiny
mewing sound, pulling the others� gazes to her.� Marko had to let go of her hand as she yanked it up to grab ahold
of Dwayne�s wrist.� He gave a surprised,
and relieved laugh.� Cora sucked air in
though her nose, clamping down on her lifeline.� Clutching him to her mouth, she drank.� Bending over, careful not to move his wrist from her mouth,
Dwayne pulled her back to his lap, cradling her against his chest.� He kissed the top of her head that was now
damp from his tears.
�� When
she had gotten enough of his blood into her system, Dwayne pulled his wrist
away, licking his wound closed.� He
tasted her mouth.� Though she wasn�t
moving, she was alive.� Thank
you.� His blood put her in a deep
sleep, allowing her body to heal.� The
gash in her chest already stopped bleeding completely, and was starting to
graft itself back together.�
�� Picking
Cora up, Dwayne left his brothers, taking her back into the cavern where the
underground hot spring met the ocean, forming a multi-temperature whirlpool
.� Setting her gently on the floor, he
stripped off her bloody clothes.� Taking
off his own clothes, he picked her up again and sank down into the warm
water.� He rinsed the out blood caked in
her hair, and gently rubbed the darkened spots on her skin until the water
around them was pink, but she was clean.�
Dwayne lifted her out of the water and dried her off as best as he could
by himself.� His brothers had wisely
stayed behind, letting him do this alone.�
He carried her back to his room, back to his bed.� Laying her down on the mattress, he let his
eyes travel over her skin, marred only by the fading scar in her chest.� Her minor cuts and bruises already healed
completely.� He pulled the sheets up
over her, held them up, and slid under them with her.� He gathered her in his arms, rocking her gently as he prayed and
thanked the gods he thought long dead.
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