The Enforcer: Eternal Redemption

What a Night

Althea threw her purse, the very large one she sported everywhere she went, off her shoulders. Kneeling hastily, she frantically rummaged through the enormous pouch. "I am going to rip your cold, unbeating, dead little heart out of your body!" It was summarily declared with all due pomp and circumstance.

The female hauled lipsticks, pens, notepads, and hair spray out of the confines she searched, throwing them aside on the pavement beside her. "Then I'm going to cut it into nice, precise pieces, at which time I will proceed to," she glared up at the being, “stick it up your ass!”

She returned to her rummaging with renewed vigor. "You myopic...egotistical–"

Cell phone, charger, headphones...slinky. That item was hastily hidden beneath her scarf. "Repulsive, unconscionable, poor excuse for a.." she waved his very existence aside haphazardly, “whatever the hell you are!"

The Enforcer tilted his head, something of interest having caught his attention. "What is that pink fuzzy–"

"Nothing!" Althea pushed the cuffs further into her purse. "It’s a hairband, if you must know! Stop snooping in my personal belongings!"

"You do not find me attractive, then?"

"Does a witch fly on a broom?" Thea gloated. "You would know all about witches, wouldn't you! You're dating one!"

"I only know about bitches." The being folded his arms, patiently waiting for her tirade to end, having crooned the word seductively. "Dating. How quaint. For your information, I do not date a female. I f**k them, then send them on their way."

Althea stopped rummaging. "You mean you..." She scowled slightly, more than interested to her growing dismay. "Well, of course you do more than that, surely!"

"Do I?" He lifted a noble brow.

"You were speaking metaphorically, of course."

"Not hardly. I am not interested in females on the whole." The arresting gaze fell to her breasts and remained. “Except for the obvious reason any male might be.”

Althea returned to her pastime. "You are so full of yourself! Why can't you be like that Alex Wilder fellow." It was demanded. "He is so sweet and caring and...and hot!" She waved her checkbook curtly in the air.

"He allows his emotions to dictate his intellect. Never a good thing." There was a certain disdain in the being’s tone.

"Oh, what do you know about it!" Althea laid her credit card holder aside, along with her past due electric bill. She squinted, checking the due date in the non-existent light. Wow, that was past due! "You think you are so superior!" She grabbed her checkbook, scribbling hastily. "How do you spell seventy?" The pretty neck was craned to the towering figure.

"Are you coming or not?" Edwin was fast losing patience.

"Not!" The small fingers curled around the one thing Althea had been searching for, grasping it firmly. She changed instantly into a creature of the night, stabbing the wooden stake into the upper part of the Enforcer’s thigh with all the power behind the act her heightened strength allowed.

The creature staggered back slightly, growling his fury and surprise.

The female changed casually back to her human self, smiling sweetly up at the furious being, watching contentedly as he struggled with removing the offensive staff. "I only wish it could have been a little higher."

Edwin grasped her blonde curls, forcing Althea’s head back with a harsh tug, bringing the bloodied instrument down, embedding it into her chest with one confident stab.

He watched the lovely face ease into placidity and the gray eyes glaze over as the stake did its job.

"...I only wish,” the deep baritone caressed, “I could substitute this measly weapon with my own cock.” He growled viciously. “For the mark would have been inside your sweet cunt!"

He released her entirely, watching with satisfaction as the young vampire fell back heavily with a dull thud onto the pavement.

*****

It was sometime later the Vampire entered his private domain, unceremoniously tossing his burden onto a convenient sofa. Edwin went in search of nourishment to replenish his energy source.

Only then did he return to gaze down upon a very silent Althea Adams.

"Ahh..." He closed his eyes to the serenity of the moment. "Peace and quiet!" He sighed mentally, seeking out the female. "...How I hate to spoil it."

*****

Annie stirred in her sleep, shifting her body into a more comfortable position. Alex Wilder stiffened slightly, feeling the slight weight of her leg slide down the length of his own muscular appendage. Her thigh eventually came to rest, draped over his left one.

He lay still, acutely aware of the woman's warmth, the shape of her body, the soft curves and feminine smell of her. The soft moan of disturbance she had uttered had made his flesh shiver with anticipation.

His entire system was on full alert status. Annie, sensing the change, opened her eyes slowly...sleepily. The situation she now found herself in was not exactly unwelcome, were she truthful with herself.

Alex hesitated, knowing she had awakened. He slowly turned his head to the side, eager to read her countenance. Blue eyes met brown and for an instant, Alex's world stood still. He read the unconscious invitation in the captivating gaze.

The moment lengthened, with Alex sensing the woman's vulnerability. But then, he was a little vulnerable himself these days; he was discovering.

Annie continued to look into his soul, then moved forward, her body pressed intimately to his straining one. Her expression softened and suddenly was just for him. He felt her arms lift about his neck and the warmth of her entire body fused with his.

He reacted as a male, his hands reaching, needing to touch, his arms tightening about her form. He had dreamed about such a moment of late, his eyes searching the beautiful face, drowning in the sensuality of his Annie.

Alex lowered his head, his mouth brushing the full lips tentatively. Electric shock waves traversed his body. He pulled back, but only slightly, his eyes asking the question he wished to ask. Annie leaned even closer to him and lifted her mouth.

An entirely different type of hunger washed over the vampire. One he had not felt in many, many years. Alex gave himself up to it freely, anxiously, religiously, allowing it to fill him...engulf his mind.

Alex’s tongue slipped past the sweet softness of her lips, his hands exploring her body slowly...carefully, touching places he had only dreamed of before.

He felt himself grow hard with need, and for once, allowed the woman to know how much she affected him; unashamed of the sudden urgency he felt.

Annie felt the imprint of Alex's involvement pressed against her abdomen. His breath was coming more rapidly against her cheek, and her body tingled with anticipation. She did not stop her mouth from responding to his kiss, nor the flame of arousal spreading throughout her body.

It felt wonderful and... right.

She felt the muscular torso, the strength of his embrace, the wonder of his ever-exploring hands. Hands that took her breath away with their gentle probing fingertips which set her senses on fire as they trailed sensually down the middle of her back.

Virility exuded from this being. A male essence emanated all around him. She felt safe and protected and other wondrous things. He was creating a world just for her. A world of sensuality, of overwhelming emotions.

Annie answered his tongue's wordless inquiries with a bold, confident response from her own, gently melding to the erotic flick of his own when asked to do so. She groaned her amazement for the man's abilities.

Alex Wilder knew how to kiss. He shared his emotions freely, without restraint, holding nothing back.

Annie felt his palm slip lovingly over the swell of her buttock, the capable fingers curving tantalizingly to the plumpness he had discovered. The woman tingled with delight, squirming restlessly forward, encouraging such familiarity.

Grunting his approval, Alex pushed encouragingly on the prize he held in his palm. He shifted slightly, taking the woman in his arms as he went, positioning her under his body, supporting most of his weight on his forearms. He spread his legs over hers, his arousal pressed imprudently into the sensitive valley he had created for himself.

His mouth took her breath away, the slow, unhurried kisses building a fire inside her for more.

The prominent bulge crushing to her center of being sent waves of desire through her stomach. She did not object when the man began to move suggestively in the ancient rhythms of lovemaking.

Annie lifted, spreading her legs slightly, indeed encouraging such actions.

Alex's kiss deepened systematically, low moans of pleasure escaping his throat from time to time. He reached, his fingers easing into the edge of her panties, for he had pushed her skirt out of his path. Stroking an enticing finger over her wetness, his breath caught in his throat for the liberty she was allowing.

Annie whimpered her despondency, needing something else! Anything else. Something more.

Alex sensed as much, his thigh pushing her legs wide, his middle finger easing into the straining cavity awaiting his discovery. He began a slow, even thrusting, feeling her contract about his efforts.