Created (Book 1 of the Created) (35 page)

She started blabbering as she cried, so I placed my lips to
hers to calm her then continued. "How did you get to the base? Why were
you brought there?"
Sunnie
blinked at me.

"That's not as important as why you were brought
there," I stated.

"There was a man from the base. He came to the house
with one of your kind. He was a young guy I didn't know and they convinced my
parents that I was invited to the base as a guest of yours for a banquet. They
returned two nights later to pick me up. I thought it was innocent. Both of
them wore military uniforms. One was a general I think. The other I am not
sure."

I asked, "How did you know that the younger one was of
my kind?"

"He was able to mesmerize my family. There was a way
that he transformed his eyes that made everyone do as he asked."

Concerned, I sought more answers. "Did he try to use
his gift on you?"

She shook her head. “No, he never tried to use his eyes to
convince me to go with them, but I knew that I didn't have a choice. I knew,
and I think they knew too, they didn't have to convince me. I wanted to see and
be with you. Later he asked me to focus, but that was after they returned me
home. He told me if I ever told anyone except those of your kind what I had
seen, I would be compelled to kill myself. I would never tell anyway because it
might bring harm to you."

She hugged me deeply and looked into my eyes.

I brushed away
Sunnie's
tears. It
was ever present in my mind that whatever I said was being monitored by
Veronica. I was convinced that her helping me was as much a reason to find out
what was happening with
Sunnie
as a genuine desire to
help me. I had to find out if she needed to know for herself or someone
else.
 

Peeking at Veronica and seeing her agitated state, I decided
it was time to leave. "Listen, I hate to run, but we need to get back to
the base before they begin to look for us. Will you be at school
tomorrow?"

"I understand,"
Sunnie
said. "I wasn't at school because I didn't know how to face you since I
ran out of that awful place. I admit it all scared me and I needed time to sort
it out. That is a lot of stuff to process. Really, it came down to I thought
you would hate me."

"No matter what you did, I could never hate you,"
I offered up a small kiss which she warmly accepted.

Breaking away from her as the kiss finished, I hurried to
the car. Leaping into the seat, we sped away in a cloud of burnt rubber before
I was settled. Veronica drove the car harder than I thought the car could
handle for ten miles then slowed when I placed my hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Does it matter if I am or not?" She replied, as
she jerked the car to the grassy shoulder along a deserted county back road
then faced me before the car had stopped rolling.

Sounding concerned yet firm, I calmly tried to overlook her
actions. "It does matter. What is wrong with you?"

"Are you that blind? How many times do I have to throw
myself at you?"

I swallowed hard as my mouth went dry. Speaking became hard
though I pushed out a few words. "Veronica, I understand how you must
feel, but you have to understand how much you mean to me. It is different
that’s all."

She flung the door open on her side then proceeded to get
out. I knew better than to follow as she paced around in the night air. I
waited as she stomped and cried. There were even two screams into the night
that made me want to sink deeper into my seat and disappear. I nervously
watched her not for fear that she might attack me, but what she might do to
herself.

Her pacing along the roadside grass became frantic as she
eyed me. Veronica's hair faded to red then shot to black.
 
Obviously dictating her mood shifts. When she
turned to me, her eyes were alive with color. She raced around the car to
reenter the car. Veronica sat with her hands clenched tightly around the
steering wheel for several minutes. The steering wheel moaned and bent slightly
under the power of her angry grip.

I attempted to say something, "Veronica."

She interrupted, "Hush!"

I sat staring straight ahead hoping this awkward moment
would end soon. Thankfully, very little time passed before she restarted the
car and pulled back onto the highway at a reasonable pace. Almost to the base,
she brought the car to a quick, sideways, screeching stop in the middle of the
road. Veronica turned the car off and proceeded to climb into my lap.

"What are you doing?" I tersely asked.

I reached to get her off of me when she pinned my arms to
the seat then brought her lips to mine. Instantly, my mouth accepted her tongue
as I opened enough to allow the two to gently intertwine. My mind ached with
thoughts of my betrayal of
Sunnie
. I broke the kiss.

Veronica and I looked into each other’s eyes both wandering
what was next when a known scent reached my nostrils. The scent was familiarly
intoxicating. It was similar to one I had experienced earlier in the evening,
but my mind was becoming too foggy to relate where. The odor became stronger as
Veronica began to lightly lick and kiss my neck. The smell was taking over my
being as I wanted to get lost in the aroma the more she kissed my neck. In my
haze, I realized the intoxicating smell was of honeysuckle.

Driven on by the smell, I finally gave myself to Veronica as
she playfully bit my neck then forcefully as her fangs sank into me. She drank
tenderly from me then brought her blood covered lips to mine.

I felt myself becoming aroused and so did she. She teasingly
traced my erection with her fingertips then toyed through the fabric as I
strained to feel her touch through the denim. Removing her hand from my crotch,
she shifted so she could grind her pelvis along the length of my shaft. The
sensation of knowing that this beautiful woman wanted me badly enough to
abandon our friendship along with the lure of the delicate odor, it was
unadulterated ecstasy.

As the intimate nature of the longing for each other
heightened, we drove ourselves mad with frenzy as hands teased and lips pleaded
for another taste or touch. We were diligently working toward driving the other
closer to climax. Furiously, we fought to be restrained, but at the same time
pushed each other to succumb.

Veronica gave a gasp as she issued a final long hard, deep
thrust of her hips down the entire length. A spiteful pinch of the head of my manhood
had me close to the edge of orgasm. She stopped briefly looking into my eyes
deeply as slowly unlaced her corset. Seductively, she undid the yellow silken
binding enough to loosen her black top while at the same time ensuring that her
breasts were still firmly in place for me to explore at my discretion. She
sucked and nibbled on the end of my finger opening a small trickle of blood.
Taking my finger to her lips, she squeezed from me a line of blood that coated
her lips. A few dark drops fell to her chest and ran downward between her
breasts. Her eyes searched mine as she stroked me through my pants with one
hand.

"Just let go. Let what you are take control."

Veronica traced a tantalizingly slow blood covered line from
her mouth to her bosom where she spread the blood across her upper chest.
Satisfied that I was completely entranced, she placed her hand behind my head,
pulling me to her bosom. Gentle kisses became passionate as I inhaled her
fragrance deeper. Incensed with desire, I lapped at the spilt blood upon her
breasts. Fueled by the need to have her completely, I began to ease off her
top. She pushed me hard from her magnificent body. I reached for her to find a
violent slap to my face.

She laughed then ripped away my T-shirt. "I want to
feel your skin against mine," Veronica moaned before she clawed at my
chest opening four long cuts that bled profusely. The flowing blood was licked
and sucked into her mouth row by row before she would start over after each
wound closed. I sensed her phasing then noticed her eyes go black moments
before our mouths met.

Following her example, I sliced at her chest opening a
single horizontal line six inches across the middle of her chest that made her
shudder as I brushed the wound with my tongue. Thirsting for more, I phased
releasing my fangs. Sinking my fangs into her skin, I drank plentifully. I was
attempting to free her breasts from the corset that was now only lightly draped
upon her body when she pulled my mouth back to hers as she ground her body
against mine.

She unbuttoned the top button and unzipped my pants sliding
her hand into the opening. Veronica teased me by running her finger tips along
the top of my boxer briefs as she looked at me. She wanted to make me beg for
her touch. I refused to be her toy. So I relaxed and made her come to me. She
would have to be the first to cave.

Adjusting herself upon my crotch, she slid back to allow
herself better access. Veronica eased her hand into my underwear. Her hand
crept into my shorts tentatively. She paused,
then
ran
a single finger back and forth along the length. An eternity later, her hand
engulfed my shaft. Slowly she worked it up and down roughly as she bit at my
lower lip. The act became more rhythmic as our kissing became softer and less
aggressive.

In my delirium of lust, I became hers. Rubbing at her
crotch, I detected the wetness that had formed. With each pass of my hand along
her crotch, she paused and gasped then moaned into my mouth. This only spurred
me to want to feel myself inside of her. Painfully, but with a greater reward
in mind, I removed her hand from my dick and lifted her into the air.

"What are you doing?" She giggled as I placed her
in the diminutive backseat.

Climbing in behind her I tried the button of her pants, but
when my first attempt failed I ripped them apart, popping loose the button and
tearing free the zipper. I began to tug the pants down when our phones rang
simultaneously.
 

"Shit!" We both uttered. Rising from her, I
reached into the seat to fetch our phones which had fallen.

Handing one to her I stared in bewilderment at her sexy
half-dressed body. Between the corset and her black panties, I was losing my
mind. I had never seen a woman as alluring; I wanted to devour her. Instead, I
allowed her to fidget with the phone.

I asked, "Do you recognize the number?"

She reached down with her free hand to pull her pants up as
I plied at them. "It is an automated notification to return to the base
because there is an emergency."

Kissing her thigh, I playfully made my way up.

"Quit. We need to go back to the base now,"
Veronica said in a matter of fact manner.

I helped her with her pants before she grabbed the broken
opening; she sprung from the backseat and into the driver's seat. She laced her
top and started the car before I had managed to fasten my pants. Veronica
patiently waited for me to get dressed, but revved the engine to get me to be
in a hurry. Pants secure, but still somewhat snug, I plopped into the passenger
seat.

Knowing how she was prone to drive under regular conditions,
I hurriedly buckled into the passenger seat to make sure I was prepared for her
emergency driving.

Veronica looked very worried and focused during the
remaining part of our trip back to the base, which left me to dwell on what had
transpired between us. The endorphins had begun to fade leaving me to deal with
the ramifications of my time alone with her. Inside, I began to ache for how I
had betrayed
Sunnie's
trust, but my experience with
Veronica had been amazing.

As my mind cleared, I denoted the change in Veronica's body
chemistry. She was worried. Everything about her changed, including her hair
which had become a brown with reddish hues during our messing around to jet
black.

I chose to leave her to her already erratic driving. Her
concentration was more important than my concern. My mind drifted as I watched
the trees fly past. Thoughts randomly bantered around as even a single one
struggled to gain traction. Finally one stuck in my consciousness. There was something
wrong with Veronica's chemistry.

I had grown to know her well and though she was as basic as
any vampire I had encountered, there was a single tell-tale sign that
differentiated a chosen few from our kin. We were different because we had
unique scents that could be manipulated though I hadn't figured how yet. The
majority of the time she smelled of cinnamon. A few times, I had found her
mimicking my scent for reasons of which I was unsure. Tonight, she had shifted
to one I had previously detected, even tasted. My brain was still under the
enchantment of being with her. I had been immersed in honeysuckle which had
created a euphoric state. The source was obscured which I believed was part of
our ability. This obscurity was an ability that gave us power and control over
humans and undoubtedly other species as well.

Thinking back to the issue of her chemistry, I realized what
I knew to be the truth and what I wanted were two different things as the sweet
aroma of honeysuckle dissipated in the night air. It hit me hard when I
remembered where I had smelled the scent before:
Sunnie
.

I couldn't believe that Veronica would do something so
deliberate to be with me. I looked at her as she drove. She was dangerously hot
and wickedly deceiving. She was also driven and knew what she desired, but was
she capable of tricking me to get what she wanted? Would she really think that
I would want her after I figured out what had happened?

Veronica had been escorted away as soon as we exited the
car. We had arrived at the training grounds at the edge of the base to soldiers
and officials who were scrambling without an apparent direction. She had
grabbed her cape to cover herself then was ushered by the same unknown human
that had been in the Pit after I had killed Liam.