Acacia Gold

Chapter 7

Storming down the corridor, the dress hemline flared around my knees. I looked down in annoyance, too late. Arms seized me, tightened around my waist, dragged me backwards, and I didn’t think they were taking me to the ladies.

I yelped for help and only managed a tiny squeal until a man’s hand clamped shut over my mouth. I kicked my heels and wriggled, but I’m not much of a threat, especially to men, which normally means they take chances. Not this guy.

I managed to clamp my teeth down on the bit of flesh between thumb and forefinger. 

He swore and loosened his grip. He didn’t pause for long enough and picked me up throwing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift like I weighed nothing. How dignified.

We entered a dark room. I couldn’t tell how big or small or what sort of room it was. He dumped me down on my backside on a cold floor.

Looming over me he whispered “Make a stupid move again and I put you out of my misery”.

Wow, maybe Myckah had been right, he was the lesser of two evils. This guy was huge and bald. That was all I could make out in the dim light.

The door, which was the farthest away from me it could get, opened. Someone else joined us, someone smaller, narrower, but by no means weak. He was ripped in his tight shirt and held an air of absolute supremacy.

This new figure crouched in front of me.

“The lights Westley, I wish our lovely flower to see her new master”

Overhead, the bulbs flickered. They spurted fluorescent light across our vision, blinding for a few seconds. I raised my hand to shield my eyes, as I adjusted. The room was a sort of storage place for the restaurant. Sauce bottles cluttered the shelves and stacks of unopened boxes contained the ‘finest’ cutlery.

Moving my hand away, I came face to face with the deepest blue eyes, like fine oceans swirling around and around and…before I knew it he’d bewitched me.

Damn!

He moved a large hand to cup my own, very slowly, as if furtive. When I did not object he let his fingers play along my wrist, over my pulse, the warmth emitting from his skin was overwhelming and comforting.

He grinned baring faultless teeth, “I think I am going to like you”

His eyes still bewitched me and I seemed unable to focus on anything but him. I was relaxed when I should have been nervous; I was at peace when I should be downright in uproar.

“My little flower, I am Icarus, and I am going to make you mine” Icarus leaned in almost pressing his lips to mine, “forever”.

Nothing registered, and it should have. This was the scary ass vamp Myckah had been raving about kneeling at my very feet. He was going to turn me, make me his servant. What was wrong with me?

A sharp pain and a noise like a hiss escaped my lips. We both looked down at where he’d made a little cut on my wrist.

Blood the color of cherries trickled a course down my arm, tickling and transfixing Icarus.

He raised my wrist to his mouth, licked the blood quickly like a cat, then his jaws clamped down. I could hear the sucking noises and the appreciative moans from him, but it didn’t hurt, when it should have. I just felt numb.

Icarus drew back and stared up at me, eyes like indigo infernos. He looked like a fallen angel; and perhaps he was one. Golden hair flailed in some nonexistent wind, shirt billowing.

Blood stained his lower lip and chin; his lips were swollen like he’d been kissing. It brought heat to my cheeks and I wished it hadn’t. He replaced the animal look to show he was thinking s****l thoughts. And when he ran his gaze down to my chest I fought at his control on me.

He ripped open his shirt to display a smooth and muscular chest, and then, with a blade he made a slice below his n****e. I wasn’t exactly sure what he planned to do, but I’d seen the movies there was no way I was drinking his blood. I couldn’t seem to draw my eyes away from the path that his strawberry blood left, so bright, so tasty…

Was that my thought? It couldn’t have been, but I still did not fight, until he locked a hand behind my neck and began to elevate his chest to my lips.

Then I broke free and I don’t know how. My lungs sucked in an unbelievable amount of air and, working together, my throat made a super sonic scream. He did not try to stop me but carried on forcing my lips onto the cut. I used nails and hands and heels to get him away but the blood and my lips continued to draw closer.

“Give in Acacia” his voice echoed through me, “I can make you live like you could never live as human. You can be my companion for eternity, and I, yours”.

I did not scream again, I would not, because that would have put my open mouth against his chest, his blood.

As I began to give up, to stop the fight, there was an explosion and lots of loud bangs. With a free hand Icarus motioned to Westley. Westley disappeared and Icarus still pressed my mouth to his chest willing me to open up to his life source, or was that death source?

One moment Icarus was on me, the next I was cold.

Opening my eyes I found no one on me. 

Myckah. Myckah had Icarus in a tight grip. He grinned at me, “The cavalry has arrived”.

He beckoned with his free hand for me to move. As I did so he threw Icarus against the very wall I had been touching. Not a moment to spare, Myckah grabbed my hand and pulled me from the room. He locked the door, which Icarus plastered a snarling face against.

“I will have you! THIS IS NOT FINISHED” he roared, fangs glinting at me through the window of the door. .

“Acacia we have to go!” Myckah pulled me away and we ran. Miracle of all miracles, I did not fall in my heels. We sprinted from the entrance where Westley was sprawled on the flaw, unconscious, big solid muscle useless. I looked a question at Myckah but he was focused on the street outside.

Myckah fumbled for something and drew out a lighter. It wasn’t until then that I realized the restaurant was mostly abandoned. There was also oil spread about the floor.

He dropped the lighter.

Looking back it seemed like it took an eternity to hit the million-dollar carpet. Flames erupted and we ran being lifted into the air by the colossal explosion.

Outside was a crowd of screaming people, made mute by the sounds of the explosions. Men in their thousand dollar suits comforted wives and dates in their jewels.

The explosions propelled us into the air. Myckah grabbed my waist drawing me to him. He fell to earth sheltering me. 

The restaurant was in flames, pillars in two; fire blazing, vampires dead. I was alive and so was he.