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Story: Ache For Her
Delilah
The compartment we were in jostled back and forth as the train swayed on the tracks. Simon had been right. We hadn’t run into any problems getting on the train. He’d said it would take us a while to get to Galen, a lot longer than if we had flown, but it was a lot easier to catch a train than a plane. Especially when he was smuggling me with him.
Simon had a way of charming people, of making people forget what their original intention was. He sweet-talked everyone into getting me a ticket, and then even arranged it so we had our own compartment. I’d never ridden on a train before. I’d flown tons of times. Went to Italy last year for the whole summer but had yet to see the Western part of the U.S. It wasn’t difficult to figure out where we were going. All I had to do was pay attention to the signs and listen to people talk about their travel plans. Galen lived in Oregon. Was that where Simon lived when he wasn’t in Philly trying to ruin my life?
I bit my lip as I laid on the bed. He sat in a chair on the other side of the tiny room, one leg crossed over the other as he read a book he pulled from a bag the minute we got settled in the room. I stared at him, watching how intently his eyes moved over the page and the way his jaw ticked when he read the words. I wondered what had him so enthralled, but the book’s cover was hidden from view. Most of all, I stared at his lips, thinking about the way they moved over my skin. But under those lips were his fangs, and that’s what made my skin tingle with want. It was pure bliss when they pierced me, euphoric even. It made my pussy ache.
There were other things to be worried about too. Why were we going to see his vampire friend? Wasn’t that the one who had the feeders he talked about? Was he going to try to make me one of them?
My heart was in my throat. I simultaneously wanted to jump Simon, which was the problem, wasn’t it? And wanted to run as far away from him as I could. There were so many times when we were at the train station that I could have ran off. I’d even went to the bathroom by myself. There were other ladies in there. All I had to do was tell one of them what was happening and hide out in there until the police came. I did none of those things. I struggled with my why. A few words were all it would’ve taken. I liked to think it was because I thought I was sparing their lives in some way. Simon could’ve come in the bathroom and murdered everyone if I’d said anything, but it wasn’t that. Deep down in my heart, I knew it wasn’t that.
I hated myself for even letting this happen. Letting me be the victim…and enjoying it.
What the actual fuck was wrong with me? Regardless of what he’d made me see, or the fact that he could turn me on without even trying, that didn’t make him a good person. I needed to be a good person from now on.
“You seem very intent on something,” Simon said, his voice ringing through the air and making me pause my downward spiral of thought.
“Nothing,” I said immediately. Even to my own ears it sounded as if I had something to hide. I pulled myself up and leaned on my arm. On second thought, since he initiated conversation… “Actually, I do have a question. Why are we going to see Galen? I thought you were trying to get my grandfather to kill himself. This seems like the exact opposite of that.”
Simon, who hadn’t even bothered to look up during this exchange, flipped his book to the next page. “Galen is my most trusted friend. He was there for me after your grandfather killed my mother. I go to him for advice from time-to-time.”
“Advice on…”
“Things,” he said sharply, his gaze still roaming over the page of his book.
“What do vampires worry about?” I asked, genuinely curious. What the hell did these guys do with their day? Were they just running around trying to find someone they could torture and use for ransom? Or was I some sort of special case that warranted advice?
“Two things,” Simon said, turning the page nonchalantly. “Food and fucking.”
My core throbbed, and I made a short intake of breath. For a moment, it looked as if Simon was affected, too, but then his eyes kept wandering over the page. “In that order?”
“Hopefully simultaneously,” he said, sounding bored.
I bit my lip thinking about his cock massaging my insides at the same time his bite sliced through my skin.
I’d been drawn to Simon since the very beginning. He’d kidnapped me when I was masturbating to him for Christ’s sake. I should’ve known this would be fucked up from the start. “Is it natural for the feeders to want you too?”
Simon stumbled again, his stare stopping for one brief moment. “Yes, of course. It’s in your nature to be drawn to us or else we would never survive.”
“How do you survive?” I asked, hundreds of questions still rattling through my brain. It was hard not to find the whole thing fascinating. Simon was such a juxtaposition. He was evil, yet, there was something more to him too. “Isn’t it weird that people don’t know you exist?”
“No, Delilah. It’s not.” He sighed, finally looking over the top of the book at me. “It’s because we’re smart, cunning. Years of doing this have made me almost impossible to kill.”
Years? “How old are you, anyway?”
He smiled a toothy grin. “Let’s just say I’m finely aged.”
That was the truth. I’d always liked sex a little on the dangerous side. Screwing my grandfather’s employees was a good start, but that was nothing like being with Simon. He was like the purest excitement, knowing it was so, so wrong, but felt so good at the same time. I couldn’t resist him. Even after he’d tortured me, hurt me, I laid here getting wet just thinking about him entering me.
“Your heartrate picked up,” Simon said.
Fuck. It was hard to keep anything from him. Did I want to though? It wasn’t as if I had my trusty vibrator here, and besides, why would I ever use that again when I knew Simon existed? There was something to be said for pure lust. Maybe like me, Simon could change. Maybe he didn’t have to be the ruthless vampire anymore. He could be sweet, I already knew that. He could be something more…
I pulled myself into a sitting position while Simon eyed me. I stood and walked over to him, placing my hand on the top of his book and closing it before placing it on the small round table next to him.
“You lost my page.”
“I don’t care. And neither do you.”
The compartment we were in jostled back and forth as the train swayed on the tracks. Simon had been right. We hadn’t run into any problems getting on the train. He’d said it would take us a while to get to Galen, a lot longer than if we had flown, but it was a lot easier to catch a train than a plane. Especially when he was smuggling me with him.
Simon had a way of charming people, of making people forget what their original intention was. He sweet-talked everyone into getting me a ticket, and then even arranged it so we had our own compartment. I’d never ridden on a train before. I’d flown tons of times. Went to Italy last year for the whole summer but had yet to see the Western part of the U.S. It wasn’t difficult to figure out where we were going. All I had to do was pay attention to the signs and listen to people talk about their travel plans. Galen lived in Oregon. Was that where Simon lived when he wasn’t in Philly trying to ruin my life?
I bit my lip as I laid on the bed. He sat in a chair on the other side of the tiny room, one leg crossed over the other as he read a book he pulled from a bag the minute we got settled in the room. I stared at him, watching how intently his eyes moved over the page and the way his jaw ticked when he read the words. I wondered what had him so enthralled, but the book’s cover was hidden from view. Most of all, I stared at his lips, thinking about the way they moved over my skin. But under those lips were his fangs, and that’s what made my skin tingle with want. It was pure bliss when they pierced me, euphoric even. It made my pussy ache.
There were other things to be worried about too. Why were we going to see his vampire friend? Wasn’t that the one who had the feeders he talked about? Was he going to try to make me one of them?
My heart was in my throat. I simultaneously wanted to jump Simon, which was the problem, wasn’t it? And wanted to run as far away from him as I could. There were so many times when we were at the train station that I could have ran off. I’d even went to the bathroom by myself. There were other ladies in there. All I had to do was tell one of them what was happening and hide out in there until the police came. I did none of those things. I struggled with my why. A few words were all it would’ve taken. I liked to think it was because I thought I was sparing their lives in some way. Simon could’ve come in the bathroom and murdered everyone if I’d said anything, but it wasn’t that. Deep down in my heart, I knew it wasn’t that.
I hated myself for even letting this happen. Letting me be the victim…and enjoying it.
What the actual fuck was wrong with me? Regardless of what he’d made me see, or the fact that he could turn me on without even trying, that didn’t make him a good person. I needed to be a good person from now on.
“You seem very intent on something,” Simon said, his voice ringing through the air and making me pause my downward spiral of thought.
“Nothing,” I said immediately. Even to my own ears it sounded as if I had something to hide. I pulled myself up and leaned on my arm. On second thought, since he initiated conversation… “Actually, I do have a question. Why are we going to see Galen? I thought you were trying to get my grandfather to kill himself. This seems like the exact opposite of that.”
Simon, who hadn’t even bothered to look up during this exchange, flipped his book to the next page. “Galen is my most trusted friend. He was there for me after your grandfather killed my mother. I go to him for advice from time-to-time.”
“Advice on…”
“Things,” he said sharply, his gaze still roaming over the page of his book.
“What do vampires worry about?” I asked, genuinely curious. What the hell did these guys do with their day? Were they just running around trying to find someone they could torture and use for ransom? Or was I some sort of special case that warranted advice?
“Two things,” Simon said, turning the page nonchalantly. “Food and fucking.”
My core throbbed, and I made a short intake of breath. For a moment, it looked as if Simon was affected, too, but then his eyes kept wandering over the page. “In that order?”
“Hopefully simultaneously,” he said, sounding bored.
I bit my lip thinking about his cock massaging my insides at the same time his bite sliced through my skin.
I’d been drawn to Simon since the very beginning. He’d kidnapped me when I was masturbating to him for Christ’s sake. I should’ve known this would be fucked up from the start. “Is it natural for the feeders to want you too?”
Simon stumbled again, his stare stopping for one brief moment. “Yes, of course. It’s in your nature to be drawn to us or else we would never survive.”
“How do you survive?” I asked, hundreds of questions still rattling through my brain. It was hard not to find the whole thing fascinating. Simon was such a juxtaposition. He was evil, yet, there was something more to him too. “Isn’t it weird that people don’t know you exist?”
“No, Delilah. It’s not.” He sighed, finally looking over the top of the book at me. “It’s because we’re smart, cunning. Years of doing this have made me almost impossible to kill.”
Years? “How old are you, anyway?”
He smiled a toothy grin. “Let’s just say I’m finely aged.”
That was the truth. I’d always liked sex a little on the dangerous side. Screwing my grandfather’s employees was a good start, but that was nothing like being with Simon. He was like the purest excitement, knowing it was so, so wrong, but felt so good at the same time. I couldn’t resist him. Even after he’d tortured me, hurt me, I laid here getting wet just thinking about him entering me.
“Your heartrate picked up,” Simon said.
Fuck. It was hard to keep anything from him. Did I want to though? It wasn’t as if I had my trusty vibrator here, and besides, why would I ever use that again when I knew Simon existed? There was something to be said for pure lust. Maybe like me, Simon could change. Maybe he didn’t have to be the ruthless vampire anymore. He could be sweet, I already knew that. He could be something more…
I pulled myself into a sitting position while Simon eyed me. I stood and walked over to him, placing my hand on the top of his book and closing it before placing it on the small round table next to him.
“You lost my page.”
“I don’t care. And neither do you.”