Shadow School Ch. 11

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She eyed the bathroom and made a beeline for the door. Once inside, Kristie locked it and pressed back against the hard wood panting with effort. No way was she letting Daman get the upper hand, so to speak. She had too much pride to give in and now that she knew how to break this so called blood urge, she could find someone to do this with. Until then...

Kristie quickly unzipped her jeans and plunged her hand between her legs.

***

Melanie threw her keys on her dresser and dropped her bag to the floor as she kicked off her shoes. Her cousins had worn her out and she had only just gotten them all to bed when her aunt and uncle got home. She pulled the three ten dollar bills from her back jeans pocket and tossed them into the cluster of stuff that spilled from a jade Chinese bowl in front of the dresser mirror and sighed as she started to unbutton her shirt.

Hands grasped her from behind and she squealed into the palm that clamped down over her mouth.

"Mel, it's me," came a warm breath at her ear. The hands released her and she turned to find a vampire looking down at her.

"Mary Mother of.... William! You scared me to death!" Melanie pressed a hand to her rapidly beating heart.

"Sorry." William grinned, stepping back. "I thought you'd want me to make my presence known before you took your shirt off."

Melanie blushed a little and couldn't help but agree with that logic. "Why are you in my room? I thought it was common courtesy to knock on the front door."

"And your parents would let me in at ten-thirty? To hang out in your room?"

Good point. "I believe it's tradition, then, to toss pebbles at my window," she said.

William arched an eyebrow. "Cliche."

Melanie sighed and shook her head, before it hit her. William was in her room. William!

She flung her arms around his neck and held him close, a move that seem to surprise herself as much as William. She thought of all the horrible nightmares she had had since her time in that cell, and how she had only slept well when she was in that hotel room with William nearby.

She actually felt safe with the vampire.

William seemed to listen to her thoughts because his hold got tighter as the thoughts rushed through Melanie's head and he asked, "You've been having nightmares?"

She nodded against his shoulder.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Melanie started singing the national anthem in her head. No way was she answering that with her mind. William chuckled, his chin resting on top of her head when she buried her face in his chest to hide her reaction.

"That's an interesting trick you've discovered."

Whose broad stripes and bright stars...

William chuckled again. "You don't have to tell me why, then. I just wanted to see if you were okay."

Melanie sighed and stepped back, "I don't sleep much... I mean, I sleep pretty deep anyway but I always wake up at four or five in the morning and can't get back to sleep." She chewed her lip. "I keep seeing flashes of things from... Like the nasty floor I had to sit on or the eyes of that man you... And you got shot for me." She had a hard time finishing her sentences out loud but she knew William was following her easily.

"Want me to stay?"

"No!" Melanie blinked. "I mean... no... I don't think you staying one night will make it any easier. Unless you stayed every night."

"I could..."

"No. William, I'm not like that. I know girls are pretty easy to catch these days but in that respect I'm a bit... old fashioned. I'd still be a... if I hadn't met any of your kind." Melanie didn't want to sound disrespectful but it was what she was thinking so she figured she may as well be honest. William deserved that.

William studied her. "You're right. I haven't exactly had to try hard in the past. I apologize if my motions are too fast. I promise it is not an insult to your honor." They stared at each other as the meaning of William's words sunk into Melanie's brain. "You wanted to be open and honest, so I will as well," he added.

"Does that... what do you mean? Are you... trying... with me?" Melanie said, blushing even more.

William licked his lips and looked down. "No." Melanie's heart sank before he quickly said, "It's complicated, but that's the truth. For now."

Melanie nodded, confused on the inside but trying to follow William's comments. She sat down on the edge of her bed and grabbed a pillow to rest her chin on.

William looked just over Melanie's shoulder, as if he couldn't meet her eyes. "Mother wishes it."

It was a simple statement, carrying a lot of meaning. He changed the subject. "How much do you know about... us? The school?"

Melanie exhaled, her eyebrows raising as she faced the memory of Virginia telling her more than she wanted to know. She ran through the conversation they had at Roanoke House, and remembered being disbelieving, scared, then resolute about the outcome. She was being told too much information on purpose and over time she blamed Virginia for getting her into this mess.

But she blamed Gavin more. If it hadn't been for him, she wouldn't have even been invited to that campus. Everything led back to Gavin. And he wouldn't leave her alone.

"He will, from now on."

Melanie blinked at the interruption. William had taken her thoughts as an answer to his question and now knew Gavin visited her tonight.

"Your guard called the moment he arrived. None of them had the authority to tell him no. But Mother does. She's aware. And irritated that he trespassed on your life. You should know he will not bother you anymore."

"Do you do everything your mother tells you?" She was genuinely curious.

"No. Well... most of the time her requests are not hard to say no to."

"Except with me." Melanie didn't even know why she felt insulted when everything in her told her she didn't want to be in a relationship with a vampire in the first place. Yet here she was, a little torn over what William was saying. She guessed it was because it wasn't just any vampire. It was William.

William stared at her. "Like I said... it's a little more complicated. And Mother is determined. But with you, I find myself resisting."

Melanie was only a little mortified. He was asked to date her and he was resisting?

"It's not like that. It's just..." William raked his hand through his long hair from forehead to crown as he ducked his head in frustration.

Melanie simply watched, this whole encounter a little surreal. She would never get use to this, she thought.

William turned back around, his head tilting up to the ceiling before he leveled his gaze on her. "You know I must tell the truth."

"Is it that bad?"

"No! I just don't... I don't want you to be insulted or hurt."

Well that hurt a little.

"See? I haven't even said anything and your heart is racing." William sat down beside Melanie on the bed, not touching her, but at least he wasn't distancing himself. "Usually when my mother plays matchmaker I either agree or disagree. It doesn't matter to me or it does. That simple. Because of how we live our lives we must never speak or behave in a manner which is false. It's a setback."

"How so?"

William stared off into nothing, his thoughts turned inward as he said, "We are less monstrous if we live a certain way."

Melanie bit her lip. All this time she had no problem thinking the vampires of her future college were monsters, demons even. But what if she were one of them? What if she were turned against her will? Would she consider herself a monster?

She saw William in a new light as the last question crossed her thoughts. Suicide was a big sin with her faith; the same faith that William shared. If he wasn't really dead, and thought himself a monster, he had no way to end his existence according to his religion.

"I wish it were as easy as stepping into the sunlight. To do so willingly..." William shook his head. "Others have. Those who believe it doesn't matter. But it matters to me. So, I gave up that path long ago. But I was not turned against my will."

Melanie studied William's face as he spoke.

"I knew that my mother was different at an early age. She didn't grow old like the ladies around her and after a while, it became noticeable to those closest to her. French women are known for their fashion but they didn't have the resources to defy age back then. When I was old enough for her to confide in me, I wanted to join her eternal life. But I admit it was for more selfish reasons. There was a time after my change that I went off the grid so to speak. But... I came back eventually."

"So... you were with her even as a child?" The idea of a child with a vampire; that was dangerous.

William grinned. "You will learn that our nature is not that of your myth. I haven't corrected what you call me because to you, this is what I am. Vampire. But it's more complicated than that."

Everything seemed to be more complicated.

Melanie gave a mental eye-roll and said, "I think I can handle it."

"Being able to handle it and being smart enough to understand are two different things."

Melanie's mouth opened to reply but she didn't really know what to say. "I will try to understand that you are unlike the things I know of about vampires. Because... vampires are obviously a thing of human fantasy, yet there is usually truth behind myth."

"Well, thank you, Ms. Carver."

"I don't mean to be formal, I just... I'm trying to figure out what this whole conversation is about. Your mother wants to play matchmaker and you... are resisting."

William turned his head toward her and the move brought them almost nose to nose. Melanie inhaled a little but didn't move away. William's breath was sweet, warm, not as warm as a human's may have been, but it wasn't cold either. His eyelashes were long and she could study them easily since his eyes were focused on her mouth.

"For years I have done as my mother asks. But would you want me to act on her wishes or my own?" His eyes flicked up to hers and she was entranced by the depth in his brown irises.

"I..." Melanie's words stumbled. It was hard to speak when he was so close. Her mind was fighting for focus. "I suppose I can... see your point." Now it was her turn to stare at his lips.

"Melanie."

Her name flowed out of William's mouth so fluidly that she had a hard time drawing her eyes back up to meet his. She caught just a hint of the French accent he probably got rid of hundreds of years ago.

William grinned and let his face back away from hers just a few inches. "Would you even consider being my girl if I asked?"

Her face flushed as her thoughts filtered through her brain, knowing he was listening in. He was hearing the truth. No; Melanie wasn't sure. She was terrified and excited but she was also hesitant to the point of utter confusion since her natural instinct was to fling a cross up in his face and run for her church for protection. But she knew he went to church as well so that was completely pointless and distorted the view of... what she thought he was.

William nodded. "You are conflicted. For now, I will just simply say I am as well. But there's just one thing..." he leaned forward and brushed his lips lightly against hers.

Melanie felt the electricity running between them connect as William's mouth pressed against hers. It was light, soft, and quick, and when it was over, she opened her eyes to see him staring back at her.

Her mind, for once, was blessedly blank.

William stood. When he turned back to her, he said, "Shacrow will change your life for the better if you let it. Take the summer to do what you want and collect your thoughts so you are prepared for the fall. I will see you then."

"I won't see you for two whole months?" Melanie asked, still a little befuddled by the light kiss.

William smiled lightly. "I leave for Paris tomorrow. I plan to return before the semester."

Melanie blinked. That brought her back to reality. "You're leaving?"

William nodded. "I have some things to attend to before the semester begins. But I am leaving you in the hands of a trusted guard. You have my number. Call whenever you like. If I cannot answer, I promise to return the call when I can." He kissed the top of her head and smiled, his hand lifting her window effortlessly before he went through it. She watched him drop from the second story ledge with hardly a worry.

Vampires.

Just like that, William was dismissing her. For the whole summer.

Melanie was having a hard time trying to understand what just happened. This whole time, ever since she first met William, she had no idea what to think or how to respond. Now that she watched him disappear around the corner of her house, she found herself wanting to beg him to stay.

Did she want William?

Gavin told her to beware of William. What exactly did he mean?

***

Kristie sank to the floor, her hands soaked with her own pleasure.

Daman Fucking Sokar was playing pool in the next room by the sound of it, and hadn't even bothered to break down the door to get to her. That was the whole point, was it not? Bringing her up here to take advantage of her situation?

She stared around the bathroom, studying the white tiles of the floor and walls and the dark wood of the toilet seat and cabinet. It was a pretty ornate room with the gold-gilded oval mirror taking up center stage with its swirly leaf patterns and whatnot. Not the type of room she planned on tonight.

Not that she had any plans.

Kristie wondered why Daman was even bothering with her. He clearly desired some submissive sex kitten who wanted to pleasure and be pleasured. He was also obviously into white girls with red hair for whatever reason. His exotic appearance and gray eyes were defiantly a sidestep from the boys Kristie normal saw, and despite his age, Daman seemed much older in most respects... except his sexual cravings.

Which were kinky as hell.

Kristie stood and buckled her jeans, her hands going for the faucet to wash away the remaining fluids from her one-gal party against the door. Her reflection shown back at her and she couldn't help but glance. The girl she had become was so bizarre and she had no idea how to respond. So far, her response was to not look at herself in the mirror for more than the few seconds it took to make sure she was presentable.

Each glimpse she had of herself showed her someone she was not. Had she been watching this from outside her body, like a movie, Kristie would have been sneering at this red-head's self-proclaimed bad-ass lesbian status. Was she a fake? She'd been asking herself this all week. Some women spend years discovering or repressing their love of the same sex, but Kristie had known early she was a boob girl and once she had eaten her first pussy she was hooked. She was a lesbian through and through and as a bonus, she loved the way she was around other girls.

So why the fuck was Daman Sokar making her hump her pillow in her sleep? She blushed, remembering waking up in the middle of the girl-on-pillow action and resolving to get off before going to bed so it didn't happen again. Daman had been fucking her from behind again, at least he had been in her dreams, and when she woke to find she wasn't as filled as her dream self, she cursed her lack of dildos and bought one the next day.

He made her hot and she didn't know why.

Glancing back up at the smooth reflective silver, the girl in the mirror stared back at Kristie with a healthy glow of the just-pleasured. Her body was singing. Yet there was something different about her. For the life of her, Kristie couldn't figure out what it was.

Running her wet fingers through her hair to play with the style and muss it up a bit, Kristie turned the water off and braced herself for whatever waited her. Would Daman be pissed that she got off without him? He did say he would wait until she asked, but he did hunt her down tonight for a reason. What reason?

Kristie emerged to the noise of balls clacking together on the pool table. Daman glanced at her as he walked around the table, his hand twisting a blue chalk cube against the tip of his pool stick. She approached, wordlessly, and watching him aim for the white ball.

Before he hit the ball, Daman's nose sniffed the air.

With a crack, he made contact with the cue ball and they both watched the fury as the other balls were knocked about. Kristie waited for Daman to say something. She knew he knew what she was thinking, so the ball was in his court.

So why wasn't he saying anything?

Kristie watched him hit the balls a few more time before it got to be nearly unbearable. She had to do something, and at the moment, she was planning to simply leave; if Daman would let her.

Just as she was about to say goodbye and storm away, there was a knock at the door. Daman ignored it at continued to play, so Kristie knew he wanted her to get it. She rolled her eyes and crossed the room.

She didn't know what she expected, a man in a uniform with a tray of food, Kristie guessed, but it wasn't anyone she could have foreseen. In fact, the presence of a strawberry-blonde with please-suck-me tits and a cheerleader's body was the last thing Kristie expected.

"Uh... yes?" Kristie knew her eyes were probably as wide as they could get but the girl simply beamed at her.

"Hi! Well aren't you a cutie-pie!" The woman said, the words falling from her lush berry-colored lips with a thick, vowel-abusive Texas accent.

Okay, so a Dallas Cowboys' cheerleader body.

"Daman here?" she asked.

"Yes," Daman said, coming up beside Kristie and opening the door wider so the newcomer could saunter in, her slinky yellow dress hugging her ass in a way that had Kristie staring.

Before she could catch herself - and really, if she had been coherent, she should have glared at Daman and stalked out the door - he closed the door with a click and flipped the security lock. Kristie turned to see the action then really did glare at Daman, who leaned back against the door, ignoring her as he eyed the other woman.

Kristie's brain was strangely blank when she groped for a reaction. She felt like smarting off but she couldn't wrap her mind around the words to do so. Even her thoughts were having a hard time turning into barbs to aim at the vampire. They both simply watched the girl toss her purse on the sofa before turning for the minibar.

I'm confused, she thought to Daman, clearly.

Daman turned his gray eyes on her and she saw the twinkle there again. He stood and went to the pool table to continue his game. So far he had not said a word to Kris since they entered the room. Was he giving her the silent treatment because she hadn't asked him to take care of her impending orgasm?

Now he was blatantly ignoring her.

So the fuck-bunny was for him? She wasn't even needed?

Kristie looked back at the strawberry-blonde as the girl shook up a few drinks, pulled out three glasses, and lined them up, pouring the liquid with ease. By the time she thought to say something the girl took a sip from one, grabbed the other two, and set one on the pool table's ledge, asking Daman, "So how ya been?"

"Busy. The usual."

"Me too!" The girl drawled. "Practice, practice, practice with no break! Lovin' it tho."

The girl then turned the Kristie with what Kris expected to be a get-out-of-here fake smile. The girl wasn't faking anything... her huge smile was genuine and a little flirty as she handed Kris her own glass.

What. The. Hell?

Kristie glanced over at Daman to watch him down the alcohol easily before going for another shot. The crack and reaction of pool balls knocking against each other sounded noisily throughout the room when Kristie turned back to the woman. The lady winked at her then went back for her glass, sipping, and taking her leave of the room by waltzing into the bedroom.