Moonlight Lovers

Two

“YOU MUST do something about it! I’m not appointed as your servant to clean after your mess all the f**king time,” Silas sighed.

Godric laughed incredulously. “Someone wants to get fired.”

“Really? You can’t fire me,” his assistant replied shrewdly. “You’d create an even bigger mess yourself without me.”

Godric hissed. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of Silas in the middle of the room. He was baring his fangs at him, clutching the shirt on his chest. His pupils dilated, emphasizing the pools of black of his irises—whose colors change to a light carmine when he’s not specifically in dire need of blood.

“That doesn’t scare me, Godric. You must know it by now.” Silas was emotionless. “I know you can’t kill me. You need me.”

Godric harshly released the younger man. “You get so proud every day. Where has the boy who used to cower at the sight of me gone?”

“He begrudgingly became your babysitter,” Silas replied sarcastically. He waved the folder in his hand that Godric only now noticed he was holding. “Here, you’d be interested to know that your last victim was in the headline yesterday.”

Godric’s eyebrows raised. He snatched the folder from Silas without asking for permission. He opened it and read the newspaper clippings inside.

“Do you remember her?” Silas asked.

Godric gave a slight nod. Of course, he did. It’s only been fourteen days since he met the woman. “It took two weeks before someone found her,” he said. His voice did not portray sadness, but rather a disappointment towards the apparent incompetence of the search party.

His pupils moved from left to right as he read the article: the body was found in a near decomposition state which led the authorities to presume the victim was left there for more than a week.

Godric met the woman about a couple of weeks ago. Normally, he remembers every single detail of how he met a mortal woman. But, the one with the girl in the news was a little too mediocre and it all happened so fast, he only remembered how she was so in the mood they actually did it in her car because she said she couldn’t stand waiting for the long drive to his house. Godric was starving at the time, and the smell of the woman’s blood as he was sniffing the skin of her neck was so appetizing to him. As he thrust into her on that sweet little space between her legs, he restrained her hands above her head and sank his teeth on her skin.

She screamed…but only for a few seconds. The following squeals that came from her mouth was no longer of fear but of raw, blatant, s****l desire.

A vampire’s bite doesn’t always kill a human, unlike what most people speculate. Not unless the vampire drinks the human’s blood dry. In fact, Godric was not just once told by the different women he’d been with over the last few centuries that they find a vampire’s bite even more pleasurable than an orgasm. That it could send them way further to the edge than the multiple releases a mortal man could make them do.

The woman from two weeks ago was just too unlucky or maybe even too weak to handle him drinking some of her blood while having s*x with him. On the other hand, Godric was lucky they parked near a very secluded area. No one saw him leaving the car with blood dripping down his chin.

“The only good thing was you weren’t caught,” Silas offered.

Godric darted his eyes at him. “Sometimes I forget that you’re a human when you’re saying things like that.”

“Well, I learned to care more about my job than I do about other things that don’t concern me since I started working for you. You’ve influenced me greatly, I guess. Besides, you’re paying me well. I’m only doing my job.”

Silas pointed to one paragraph on the news clipping. “Look here, it says the wounds found on her body are consistent with animal bites.” He pointed to another clipping. “Someone also theorized how it could be the work of a vampire. Publicized news is believed to be true, you know how it is in human society. You have to be careful now, Godric, or they might be able to track you with your complete disregard of leaving your prints everywhere,” Silas added.

“Well, humans are science freaks. No one has ever proven a vampire’s existence yet. Do you know exactly how many years have our kind lived? Not one of those puny mortals was able to truly provide legitimate evidence of blood beings walking the same Earth as them. And I doubt anyone ever will.”

“Well, not all of them are like that. And if you don't listen to my advise, they may find out about you. Soon, if you continue being careless.”

“What can I do when these women are the ones coming to me first? I’m only generous enough to give them what they want. As I said, it’s not my fault humans are naturally too weak to last in bed with a vampire.” Godric returned to the table. He poured himself another of the bloody liquid onto his glass. This time, he downed the stuff in one go.

“Maybe stop going out altogether?” Silas suggested.

“Right. And who’s going to entertain me? You? A pencil has more sense of humor than you do, Silas.”

Silas rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just please stop putting yourself in danger of being exposed.”

“It’s not that simple. You’re not a vampire, so you have no idea what it’s like.”

“You’re making this so difficult, Godric.”

Godric sat on the sofa. “You knew this is how it’s going to be from the beginning.”

“There’s got to be a way around this.”

“I’m open to suggestions.”

“There must be someone—a human, who could endure your insatiable s****l hunger, a mortal woman who will not be like your victims.”

Godric laughed. “Do you seriously think there is a person out there who is exactly like you said? No human is capable of doing that.”

“What if there is?” Silas countered. “What if a human woman is out there who could actually be that to you?”

Godric looked at Silas’s eyes. “Well, wouldn't that be a great thing to have?”