The Man Behind the Vampire (The Silver Series) Read online

  After leaving the mansion, the two men had arrived back at the same place they started from. He had watched with interest as the two men wandered somewhat aimlessly. When Darius went to the woman who had gotten out of the cab, again he waited, ready, prepared. He was intrigued when the woman let him in to the apartment voluntarily. Waiting around the back of the apartment he had listened for any sign that the woman was distressed, again nothing. Although when he watched as Darius left, he was without doubt agitated.

  He had taken in everything he could see on the woman's features, so tomorrow afternoon he would come back and try to find out more about her. He wouldn’t be able to come before then, the sun would be too high for him. As he left and headed back to the apartment he had rented, he decided that he would sleep for a few hours before he checked his emails.

  Arriving at his apartment he did two laps of the building before he even entered. In his line of work he had to be cautious, he had upset too many people to be hasty. Taking the stairs and then doubling back on himself, he checked the door for any signs of tampering before taking out his key. Checking his cell he confirmed that the door had not been opened, the discreet placed sliver of wood was still in place near the bottom, the obvious thread to distract from the wood was also there. Opening the door quickly he waited before entering. Everything was in place he checked the windows and the room before removing the film from his camera and readied it for a new one; he slipped off his shoes and sweater before heading into the shower.

  He was still tired; his trip to France had been exhausting, mainly due the endless plotting in anticipation for his return trip to the States. The French mark had definitely been cautious, changing his routes to work and back, security on the outside gates and cameras on the inside. He even had four Rottweilers prowling the grounds. It had taken a few days of watching to find his opportunity. The weakness was in the guard change over; the guards chatted and took their gaze away from the gates. He watched and waited for the right opportunity and then went through the gates so fast, that if anyone had registered anything they would have questioned their eyesight before thinking intruder.

  The alarm on the house was good but standard, within 20 seconds he was inside. Why did he pick this day, well that was easy, the wife had left earlier in the evening. From listening to her talking to the guards he garnered that her mother was sick, so she was staying the night with her. The joys of superior hearing, at least the man's wife wouldn’t be the one to find him.

  What he hadn’t prepared for was the arrival of another woman, this one he suspected was for hire and one who specialised. When he heard sounds up on the first floor, he followed the stairs and the sounds. The man hadn’t even bothered to close the door.

  Going into the door next to it, he was thinking of waiting for the woman to leave. Silently closing himself inside, he found himself surprised to see TV monitors hooked up to a recording DVD player. Inside he groaned, why had he come in here? The room was tiny but the addition of the video camera really restricted the space. He couldn’t even turn round; he didn’t want to touch anything just in case he left a trace. His only option was to stay in here and wait it out. Unfortunately in front of him was a scene being played out and it wasn’t a scene that appealed to him.

  Looking through the mirror he watched the woman, dressed in leather pants and a black tank, her face was covered by a black rubber mask. The man was stood in front of her, naked, his sex jutting out in front of him,

  "Say my name bitch" as the man snarled, he was just considering which action he could take, run in rescue the girl, sneak in kill the man then the girl. All of these options involved him being seen, and then he stopped thinking, when he saw that the woman liked it. As the woman answered he waited, she didn’t seem upset or even scared, and actually she seemed breathless and aroused.

  "Master" he watched as the woman stood subservient to the man,

  "Remove your clothes, slowly. Do not touch yourself until I say so."

  The woman was obeying him, he continued watching in morbid fascination as she slid the tank top over her head; he saw tiny clamps on her nipples, and when the man flicked them she groaned in pleasure. As she slid the leathers off, she was left in a tiny thong on "I said no underwear, do you want to be punished?"

  "Yes master" as she answered he saw that she truly did want this, she was excited.

  "Bend over." The woman obeyed the man and bent over raising her bare ass to his raised hand which smacked her hard on the behind before sliding his hand over her slit.

  "That's it, you like this, it makes you wet for me doesn’t it?" she nodded as his hand came into contact with her bottom again, he could see the red mark well up. The man couldn’t hide his excitement, he rubbed his cock. Still watching he tried to turn away but something made him watch the scene unfold.

  This time when he slapped her, he followed it by plunging his finger inside of the woman’s wet sheath; she leaned back into him as he fucked her with his finger. He added another causing her to push harder. With the other hand, the man grabbed her hair pulling her back,

  "Did I say ride my fingers bitch?" she shook her head and he pulled his hand away, the woman whimpered at the loss, he pulled her up by the hair, biting into her back and neck, she rubbed against him.

  "On your knees, now." She obeyed. "Open your mouth" she obeyed and he rammed his cock inside of her so far she gagged, but then started sucking as he continued to pull at her hair. Watching the pair, he struggled to comprehend this S&M thing but obviously the two in that room did.

  Pulling her off his cock, he pulled her up his body and made like he was going to take her nipple, but instead he bit her breast. The woman cried out but it was definitely in pleasure she cried. This time he turned her and pushed her over to the dresser, bending her forward, he rubbed the hand mark on her bottom,

  "Open wider" as she did, he placed his cock near her entrance and then slammed into her forcing her body forward, she moved back against him, from the mirror I could see him squeeze her breast and pull on the nipple clamps. He continued slamming into her, getting harder with every thrust, she was calling master and I could see the moment she came. He didn’t give her a chance to ride the orgasm but continued pounding in and out until he was spent.

  And everything was recorded. He didn’t touch the camera until the woman left, this way she wouldn’t get the blame for what he was about to do. The man was still naked preening himself in the mirror as he entered the room, Covered in black from head to toe he watched the man's eye open widen in fright when he walked in with the gun held out. Spinning around the man's head rocked back and forth as he looked for some way out, too late. With one shot he was down and no-one saw the man dressed in black slip out of the gates at handover.

  By the time the man’s death hit the news he was sat first class on his way out of France.

  Chapter 6

  Wow this was nice, she felt all warm and fuzzy. No this was more than nice, her legs were starting to feel wobbly, her stomach was doing somersaults, and she could feel herself growing wetter. The tension in the air reaching blistering heights, her head didn’t quite believe that she was stood in her kitchen, kissing the gorgeous specimen known as Darius. Darius who was…shit…a vampire, this wasn’t right, he was dangerous, a vampire, he could kill her without a second thought.

  Lifting her hands to his chest she pushed him away, instantly feeling the loss of his closeness,

  "Shit sorry, look Darius you have to go, this isn’t right, we shouldn’t, no this won't work. Please just, just leave" pushing a little more forcefully she saw the regret and confusion in his eyes.

  "It's just that you’re a you're a…" the squeak in her voice and the change in her body’s scent told him the fear had hit her, while his arousal threatened to knock him on his ass.

  "Vampire, Mary, I am a vampire. I won't hurt you, I couldn’t, I just……"

  "I don’t know that, you need to leave, sorry it’s the alcohol. I would never have all
owed this if I hadn’t been drinking" her eyes were darting around, looking for a way out of this.

  Watching his shoulders slump as he turned away, tugged at Mary, "lock the door behind me Mary, please don’t be out on your own late at night, be careful, I will see you around." His tone was resigned as he left.

  As the door closed quietly behind him, regret hit her. She locked the door and then slid down it. She felt awful, she had always liked him. From the day Lucky introduced him, he had flirted with her, which was unusual for Mary. Most men went straight for her friends who were taller than her, thinner than her, more outgoing, yada yada yada. So when Darius flirted with her, she was flattered but didn’t think too much about it. I mean the man was delicious and a genuinely nice guy. When she realised he was a vampire, she was initially terrified of him, but over the years he had never pushed any boundaries and she had found herself growing comfortable around him.

  Tonight was the first night he had ever tried anything sexual with her, and god it was good. Was it a vampire thing that caused the somersaults, the excitement and the way he could make her feel? Did he do that to all women? It wasn’t that Mary was a virgin, she hadn’t been for a long time, but she had never been kissed like that, ever. Actually she knew he was old, so it stood to reason that he had a lot of years to practice the art of seducing a woman. She knew it would mean more to her than him.

  Touching her lips, she smiled at the feelings he brought out in her, she couldn’t describe it, well she could, he made her feel sexy, made her think sexual thoughts. But he was a vampire; he drank blood, people's blood. He was strong, very strong, he lived with the wolves, and at one point they also terrified her. They didn’t really scare her so much now that her friend Lucky lived with them, but a vampire. He would be dangerous to her.

  Standing up she went into her bedroom, changed into some pyjamas, looking at her reflection staring back at her in the mirror she laughed. She had just been kissed by a vampire, a very hot sexy vampire, who made her very hot, and now she was stood in some flannel, sheep covered pyjamas. Taking off her glasses she climbed into bed, this bed was her one treat to herself, with its metal frame and 4 posts, she even had a curtain rail on it, it reminded her of the beds in historical romances, where the man pulls the drapes and proceeds to ravish the woman. Ahhhh...to be ravished.

  She knew her friends found her aversion to other species funny, but they didn’t understand, there were already enough dangers in the world, and she didn’t need more. It was fine for these species to come into the open, but how were regular humans supposed to protect themselves now? She knew her friends were right when they pointed out that these species had always been there, just in hiding, but seeing them every day was different to reading about them in fantasy fiction, with an emphasis on the word FICTION.

  As she tossed and turned Mary couldn’t get Darius out of her head, the look on his face when he left. In fact as the sun rose some 4 hours later she still couldn’t sleep, but she had made a decision. Climbing out of bed she changed her top, ran a brush through her hair, added her glasses, brushed her teeth and left hailing a cab just outside her apartment. It was Sunday, so she had been looking forward to a relaxing day, but she knew she wouldn’t settle until she had made things right. When the cab arrived at Silver Pack Land she was pleased to see Theo talking to some of the guards, spotting her he frowned and waved her in.

  "Mary you okay?" his immense size had always scared her, he was as broad as he was tall, well nearly anyway. She knew that his mother had treated him terribly until she abandoned him, leaving him scared all down one side of his face. Theo always made you look at him twice, but not because of the scars, but because of the tattoos that covered the scars.

  She nodded but he still looked worried, "I need to speak to Darius" he nodded and climbed on a quad bike motioning for her to follow him. It wasn’t his appearance that scared her, it was that distant I don’t trust you demeanour that he carried with him. Mary had to admit that since he mated with Imogen and brought his brother and sister to live with him he was a lot more relaxed, although he still didn’t speak much, maybe it was her he just didn’t speak to.

  As they sped over the land she marvelled again at how beautiful this place was, it was a huge piece of land with houses dotted throughout the woods, they had a gym, stables, a lake and a new rather large park that Theo and the other wolves built for the pups as well as his siblings, the whole pack made sure the younger generation, all species, had everything they needed to be children.

  When Theo stopped the bike, she looked at the cottage where Darius must live. Made of limestone with a thatched roof it looked quaint; there were even some flowers in hanging baskets outside. And now looking at his cottage, she wasn’t so sure about her fool proof plan; could she really knock on that door, could she really go into the den of a vampire, what if there were coffins? What if he was so pissed off he did actually eat her? Were vampire cannibals? Theo must have sensed her unease.

  "He won't bite you know, well not unless you ask him to? Just knock on the door." Taking her life in her hands she knocked on the door, there was no answer, she turned to leave when she heard a male chuckle from behind her.

  “You actually have to knock loud enough for him to hear it." How the hell had Theo come up behind her without her hearing. He was a damn wolf that's how? Theo banged on the door so loudly Mary jumped, and then he left to go back to the quad.

  When the door opened she lost her breath, he was magnificent: his blond hair tousled, eyes tired by not sleepy, and that body, he had no top on so she got to see that beautiful sculptured chest, the smattering of chest hair, the definition in his muscles. His eyes widened when he saw her.

  "Mary what's happened, why are you here?" he saw Theo behind her,

  "Can I come in, we need to talk" he moved to let her past, her arm touching him as she passed him, feeling a little tingle of electricity as she heard the quad engine rumble and leave. She was in a hallway with a door on either side with a staircase in the middle.

  Motioning her through the door on the left, she found herself in a lounge that was large and warm, with the wooden floors, large red sofas and matching recliner chairs. One wall had a huge, dark oak, high bookcase that was full, a baby piano and large TV on the wall.

  "Well I wanted to say that I am really sorry for being mean, I really am" her voice was quivering, not just in fear but in anticipation of something, she just wasn’t sure what.

  "It's not being mean if it’s what you feel Mary, you didn’t have to apologise, I'll get over it."

  "That’s the thing, you confuse me, you look at me like I…well I don’t really know. and I know I shouldn’t be scared of you but let's be honest I am scared of most things weird. Anyway I know you didn’t mean to kiss me so I just wanted to apologise for over reacting." Now she felt awkward "anyway now I have said it, I will leave" she had her hands in front of her, she was twisting them as she made to leave.

  Darius stepped in front of her, her heart beat increased but this time it was not from fear, well not much anyway, it was mostly from anticipation, the sweet anticipation that he may kiss her again. She had just apologised so why on earth was she seeing his lips touching hers again?

  "Don’t mistake my intentions Mary, I did want to kiss you last night and right now I want to kiss you again but I won't, not until you realise that I won't hurt you. I would never hurt you, I don’t know what I have done to make you fear me, but know this, you will always be safe with me" his voice was determined and a little angry.

  As Mary paced the room, she was thinking about how to vocalise her thoughts, damn all of the books she read had great paragraphs of women's inner most thoughts, but right now she couldn’t think of anything that would make sense.

  "I don’t get how you can look at me like that, let's be honest I am a little overweight, I dress comfortably not to impress, I can't wear contacts for more than a couple of hours before my eyes start to itch, I am pretty boring. You give me fee
lings and for me, I prefer a good romance book to sex any day. Don’t interrupt me" she had seen his mouth open, but if she took a pause she would forget what she was saying.

  She saw the corners of his mouth turn upwards before she continued "my history with men is pretty terrible, either they think I have money because of the shop, or they are married, using me for sex or they just want someone to settle down with, someone who will look after them. Apparently I look like that type. So when someone who, quite frankly is gorgeous shows an interest in me, I want to know what's in it for them."

  Well she was somewhat out of breath now, and she was certain that when she went home she would have an epiphany over what she should have said.

  "You are so funny and sweet, but you don’t see that, firstly let's see and you can't interrupt me either. You are not overweight, you are deliciously curvy, I like the way you dress, although I have to say my main thoughts are about undressing you. I think I will like you naked more, no don’t interrupt me. Your glasses make you look unbelievably sexy, I spend most of the time waiting for you to tell me off, I don’t think you are boring I like listening to you talk. As for reading versus sex, I love to read as I am sure you have noticed, but I think you may have been having sex with the wrong men. Now sex with me I can guarantee will be more exciting than reading, although if you were for example, laid across me naked while reading that would be pretty hot" he smiled inwardly as she moved to sit on the arm of the sofa,