27Chapter 2 – The Pretender
I'm finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole defense
Spinning infinity, but
The wheel is spinning me
It's never ending, never ending
Same old story
What if I say I'm not like the others?
What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?
You're the pretender
What if I say that I'll never surrender?
I'm the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I'm the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I'm what's left, I'm what's right
I'm the enemy
I'm the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees
(Foo Fighters)
"Shit," I moaned.
I slept the entire day and I still feel friggin exhausted? What the hell is up with that? I barely even drank last night.
I had plans for today, too. Fuck me.
Well, plans that included my dick of a boyfriend. I'm not gonna even check my cell, the fucker didn't call. And I wanted to go shopping with Nicky.
Life blows.
Vacation's over it's time to join the dead.
I'm totally kidding, sorta. You know, working in a morgue I'm surrounded by dead people, but I don't intend to join them any time soon.
I sat up and stretched.
"Nicky?" I called out.
"Chris?" Dead silence.
"What the hell." I whispered.
I got up and padded into the living room where I could see the glow of the TV over two figures sleeping. I grabbed a quilt and covered them both up and jotted down a quick note.
I pulled on my khakis and a tank top and a teal flimsy button up shirt.
I pulled the door open and almost jumped out of my skin.
"Jesus!" I clutched my hand to my chest as he smiled down at me and chuckled.
"Nah, it's me Kyle. But Jesus works too or God is even better."
"You're so funny," I remarked sarcastically in a whisper and stepped out of my house and locked the door.
"Why are you whispering?" Kyle whispered.
"Nicky and Chris are asleep on the couch."
"So, what wakes you up at this late hour?" He leaned in whispering even softer.
"I'm secretly a stripper and these are the best hours. I mean a woman has to make a living somehow." I teased.
"In that case I'll come with you." A devilish smile creeped across his face.
"Why are you here, Kyle?"
"Just checking to see if your car if fully functional."
"At 12 in the morning." My eyebrows scrunched together.
"I was bored." He supplied. Okay, the truth would be nice to hear. You know, for once.
"Just spill it Kyle?"
I was dragging my feet toward my mini cooper. "Alright…" he began.
"I'm a vampire and I wanted some hot sex and maybe a little blood. I met this really great girl and I just couldn't get her out of my head."
I looked into his eyes. "Huh?" I'm just going to ignore the vampire comment. There are no such things as vampires. "Oh who's this girl?"
He inched forward until my back was pressed against the car and he leaned his head to my ear.
"She's this girl I met at a party about a month ago. She's got short curly brunette hair," His hand reach up and twined in my curls.
"These bottomless eyes," he looked into my eyes.
"Full lips." But he didn't kiss my lips. No he leaned down and kissed my shoulder and worked up to my neck and sucked. I felt the pressure he applied and couldn't suppress the moan.
"Oh, and her body curves in all the right places." He said into my neck, his other hand slid down my curves lingering on my breasts and stopping at my ass.
"And legs that go on for days." He hitched my right leg around his waist. And continued his ministrations, his mouth pressing against my neck.
"She's pretty sexy." He hitched my other leg around his waist and rocked his hips against mine. Fucking hard. Shit.
He was working slowly up my neck. The slowness of it was pissing me off. Both my hands grabbed for him and brought his face to mine and I barely hesitated before smashing my lips into his.
I gasped when he bit my lip. I could taste the blood, but oddly I didn't care and it seemed to make him even more aggressive with the kiss. But he worked back down to my neck to give me a breather.
"Oh, Oh, God Kyle." I gasped clutching at his back as he rocked against me again. I was wet and wanting him.
"Mmmm." I was all tingly. I need him so bad.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't be all hot and bothered right now. I have to get to work. Making a living and all that. Keeping a roof over Chris and Nicky's heads.
I rested my hands on Kyle's shirt and ended up fisting his t-shirt.
"Kyle," I said weakly, my voice husky.
"Mmm," he had his lips back on mine. I could still taste blood. Not sure if it's mine or his. I think I ended biting his lip at one point. I tried to push him back a little, but it was half hearted and didn't give the right message.
I want him so I'm not pushing hard enough. Well, that's gotta stop.
I applied a little more pressure to the push and Kyle leans a couple centimeters away. "I have to go to work."
"No you don't." Kyle pressed into me and I felt him as he rocked his hips and I gasped. "C'mon play hooky with me. Your work isn't gonna be this stimulating."
"C'mon Kyle. Don't do this to me right now." I groaned.
"But you want me to do you. I know you would probably do it right here against your car." He pressed his hips into mine again.
"I have to go. Tonight. Meet me tonight." I gasped out.
"You're not backing down from working are you?" He groaned leaning his head on my shoulder.
"Not a chance." My voice was breathy.
"I'll pick you up then."
"Sounds good." I smiled.
"Your boyfriend's not gonna mind is he?" Kyle smirked.
"Screw 'em. Next chance I get I'm dumping his ass."
"Good. And I intend for us to finish what we started." He winked and allowed my legs to slide back down from his hips. His hands were still on my ass.
My knees were a bit weak and I was uncomfortably wet. He leaned forward and kissed my once more and then ran his thumb over my bottom lip. "See you tonight, Jessie."
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I stretched as I got into the morgue. I was late, but lucky for me my patients were already dead.
"So, what have you got tonight, Malcolm?" I called in. And my boss, who just happens to be a friend of mine, looked at me. He was none too happy.
"Nice of you to join us, Jessie."
"What's with the attitude? First time I've been late. Ever." I crossed my arms after I slipped on my white lab coat.
"I had to deal with the cops. They really are rude sons of bitches." Malcolm almost growled.
"What for?"
"They came to see the latest series of murder of girls. Just about your age Jessie. Come take a look." I followed him to where the girls were laid out.
Four girls laid there on slabs with their throats torn out. Their faces were all frozen in terrified expression. And they were ghostly looking; well they're dead so I guess that fits. Their flesh was almost a gray color.
"The odd thing is whoever did this drained all the blood from their bodies."
"What like a vampire?" I scoffed.
"If there was such a thing it would fit." Malcolm replied.
"Couldn't it have just drained out? They could have just bled out."
"No, not likely." Malcolm argued. "It was sucked out. I just don't know by what. I'm baffled on that."
"Just blame the vampires around here in sunny California. Totally sane, Malcolm."
"Shut up, you." Malcolm retorted.
I honestly can't wait to get out of here. Screwing Kyle tonight is gonna make this crappy day almost bearable.