Interlude

Our escapade at Alcatraz left Calli and I with a dilemma, hang around on the rock until the police show up and start asking awkward questions or figure out a way to get out of here and get me patched up, there is still a ragged wound in my chest where our spectral friend punched a hole in me, It's unlikely to kill me but a bad wound could leave me incapacitated for weeks or months if left untreated.

People in the room are starting to come to the grim realisation that the debacle that played out in front of them was not part of some elaborate entertainment, Jorg and Kelly are trying to keep everyone calm but a few of the guests with clout are starting to complain. I recognise one such dissenter as Jem Randall, he is the CEO of a local software house and made a fortune selling the lions share of his company in the dotcom boom about 10 years ago, I pull the tatters of my jacket closer to my chest and sidle up close, it’s easy to surprise people into looking you in the eye if you catch them unawares. As soon as his eyes meet mine I throw what power I can muster over him “Jem, hi, so long since I saw you, how is life in the fast lane” he is unsure for a moment but I’m pushing thoughts into his head, you know this guy, his names, Will, maybe you used to play racquetball..... He shakes his head to clear it, “Heeey Will, great to see you man, damn what a bomb this turned out to be huh?” it’s at this point thatCalli turns up alongside me, he is wowed, can’t take his eyes off of her “Will, why don’t you introduce me to your handsome friend” spoken in a heart melting languid drawl, I can feel the hackles of Jem’s date rising on the back of her neck, but that will avail her nothing.

“Jem and I were just discussing how we should get out of here before things get any messier, weren’t we Jem? Did you asy that you had a boat on call in the harbour?” He looks confused for a second but no longer than that and then he is pulling a miniscule cell from his jacket and calling up his captain, although the ferry we came across on was fast it is no match for his cruiser, we barely make it down to the jetty before the boat is there waiting for us, Calli and I ensuring that no one is around to bar our escape.

Back on the mainland Calli and I vanish into the dark, better to travel on foot and via the shadows, no taxi drivers to remember us or cars caught on cctv that might lead to a manhunt down the line, I’m barely able to walk by the time we get back to her bolt hole, which is a closer option than any of the places I have around the city.

Inside I find myself staggering, arm around Calli's shoulder as she half carries me to a long low couch, I’m always pale but now I am now ashen grey, my lips usually crimson have turned blue and my breathing as shallow. The ragged wound is burning like fire, it didn’t hurt this much when the creeps hand was in my chest, Calli is looking concerned as she pulls her phone out and starts dialling, looks down at me and mouths the words “the doc”.

Of course he’s not a real dr, he seems to have been around forever but as far as I know or can tell he’s not even one of the undead, he certainly knows all about us though, what makes us tick and can usually be persuaded to patch up anyone who needs it for the offer of unspecified favours down the line.
Calli sits by me as we wait for him to arrive, her arm tight around me, cradling my head into her chest, is more of a comfort than she realises or than I would ever acknowledge, the pain is unbearable, I’m having to stifle sobs which is never a good look, particularly in a vampire lord.

It must be an hour before the knock at the door that I’ve been begging for comes, Calli has been trying to distract me by showering me with kisses, some slow, soft and gentle, some urgent and passionate, her lips are like velvet upon mine, her tongue tastes like honey, she breathes life and energy into me, without her kiss I fell I would have slipped into the void.

I open my eyes to a sharp adjunt to the pain I have been experiencing, the dr is leaning over me, his fingers probing the wound mercilessly. “Will, Will what nonsense this time eh” Don’t ask me to place his accent, part Slavic part Norse maybe, whatever. Calli is running him through the events of the night, interspersed with tuts and ahhhhs before he makes his pronouncement “obviously this thing was some sort of shade, no doubt the tormented sould of one of the inmates there eh, but there is something older and darker here too, something beyond any sort of evil that you could be branded” I gasp as his fingers drill deeper into my core, a wave of cold dread rushes through me, I know know whether to pass out or throw up before he draws them out. “what is clear to me is that this wound is tainted, I can clean it, have to really or you are lost to us, it will eat through you like a cancer, destroying you, turning you into a mindless vessel for that creature to pass back through the veil to this world. I am afraid that you might find the cure worse than that though... I will need to bathe the wound with holy water, it will be acid to you, will scar, and then we will need other treatments. You can stay here yes? Calli can be your nursemaid yes?”

My mind is reeling, he means to wash this gaping hole in my chest out with holy water? It’s poison to vampires, don’t know if I can take that... But he is pulling open his bag, and pulling out a vial, Calli looks like I feel, worried beyond belief, but the alternative, to be taken by that thing, to become that dark, controlled by some malignant force for eternity, I grit my teeth “Do it doc” I close my eyes and squeeze Calli's hand tight in mine, she is my anchor, if anything can get me through this ordeal it will be the comfort of her touch.

WAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH! Ok I’m screaming, I’m crying, I’m wailing like a baby, nothing has ever coursed through me like this, I feel like I’m being eaten from the inside out, trying trying to hold still as he administers drop by drop of pure pain into my chest cavity. “Calli, if I don’t make it through this, I don’t want you to go on without me, take your own life” She looks at me in shock and see’s my grim smile and the wicked wink that somehow I manage to force through the agony. “Not really babe, you knock em dead” I think it’s at that point I pass out, unable to cope with it anymore, sweet release.

I come to with the doc and Calli talking, he is handing her a few vials of blood and a sprig of some herb, he makes for the door but turns to review his work “This is good Will, you’ll pull through I think, reason enough to go on eh, bear in mind that you owe me big for this one” I manage a rueful smile at him as he pulls the door behind him.

Calli sashay’s over to me then “Lucky lucky boy, 6 vials of pure virgin and a sprig of belladonna, and such a beautiful nursemaid to administer them too” You are going to have to stay here for a week or two, but I think I can put up with you until then”

My chest is still raw but I see the hole has been stitched shut with some kind of wire, it shimmers silver in the light but as it’s not causing my flesh to spit and burn I assume it must be platinum, Calli pops the cork on one of the vials, dabs a little at the wound and then runs her bloody fingers over my lips, my tongue flicking out to extract the last couple of drops as she makes to withdraw it.

“Hmmm you can’t be feeling that bad then” she smiles at me and leans in to plant the sexiest kiss on my mouth, managing to get just a taste of the blood she planted there seconds before.

Her hand strays down across the wound, across my stomach, lingers briefly “I think the best thing is if I get you out of these clothes and into something a little more accessible, don’t you” My jacket and t-shirt are already gone, so she can only be talking about my trousers, gingerly I arch my back raising my hips from the couch, easing her task of sliding them down over my thighs..

Her lips are at the tight raw wound at my chest, working the blood into tight seam that the stitches have created, one hand against my chest holding me down as the other brushes through my hair. Mmmm you always taste good, but tonight you are delicious” I can see that the blood is exciting her, that this close brush with mortality is spurring both her and I on, too much to lose, the price to great to pay.

She knows I am still to weak to push her off and am never likely to complain, I weigh the situation up in my mind, what better way to take my mind off of my plight surely? “Uhmm Calli, you will be gentle with me won’t you” I feel like a prize cock even as the words spill from my mouth but as she turns to smile at me see the concern deep in her eyes, hidden behind the tough facade that she likes to present to the world.

She stands now and lets her dress slip from her shoulders, oh god she is beautiful, her pale, perfect skin, breasts heaving slightly as she breathes, I know I would die to please her. She steps towards me, pressing her finger to my lips, brushing aside any cares or concerns, she helps me to sit up as she throws her leg over mine, sitting astride me, her face in my chest, lips kissing my ravaged chest.

I feel her hands firm and direct beneath her, above me, she wraps one around me now and immediately coaxes me to life, I can feel her other hand above me manoeuvring herself as she slowly brings her body down, I can feel her buttocks against my thighs, can feel the raging heat as her lips part around my engorged head. I gasp as I feel her surround me, slide slowly down my length.

Our lips meet now her face turned up to mine, our tongues flicking each over the other as gently, gently she rocks so slowly forward and back, raising her hips mere inches and then letting them drop so slowly back down until she can be no closer to me, I no deeper within her, I would close my eyes as she moves on me but cannot, will not tear my gaze from hers, Her focus, her love is sustaining my weakened body as she moves so perfectly upon me.

She maintains her rhythm, feels me swell further within her at each movement. I can barely maintain consciousness as my beloved carries me forward, I feel her breath, draw that into me, my arms wrapped tight around her, fingers digging deep into her back. My breath shudders, she feels me come, surging waves deep within her, is lost at that moment in her own pleasure but still her eyes hold mine, locked into me, sharing every moment giving of herself so absolutely.

I collapse into her chest now, still gripping her tight, willing her to hold me too, willing her to stay there locked tightly into me, I draw strength from the soft yielding warmth of her breasts on my face, am rambling wildly about my undying, everlasting love for her, she has captured me completely and I am hers forever.