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The Decisions	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 2217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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...Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. Well contain descriptions, depictions
of real people. I claim no personal knowledge of these artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.
Authors Note: All thoughts are in Italics. Blood may not be sweet to human's, but for vampire's, it very well may be.
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Lessons(Pt4)
Joe slipped the old warn book back amongst Nick’s things. He didn’t think he could sit down and read a history book. But after scanning some of the pages he flipped back to the beginning and started reading. He was soon engrossed in 1400’s   England . The images that danced around in his mind from that time period were curtsey of Nick. They were so clear that Joe thought he was there himself. Sav needs to teach me how to keep him out of my head. Joe made a mental note to ask him. He also wouldn’t have given the writings much creditability if Nick didn’t write them. Each page was meticulously hand written in old world style lettering in what is now called calligraphy. Joe couldn’t picture Nick sitting there with a quill and bottle of ink, but he did have a way with words in his writings. Not only in that regards but what came out of his mouth too. When he was being arrogant he lapsed into that way of speech.
Moving about the room Joe came upon a large withered case that he hadn’t seen before. He untied the cord and hesitated about opening it. He wasn’t one to snoop in other peoples things, especial Nick’s, he would probably fly off the handle if he knew Joe was in there. He lifted the latch and opened the case.
Joe’s eyebrows rose at what was inside. A very lavish sword, it had to be at least 4’ long from tip to hilt. The metal gleamed in the light of the room. Joe leaned over to have a closer look. He dared not touch it. Hardly any scratches or gouges on the blade itself and looked sharp enough to slice a man in half. He moved to the handle and admired the elaborate cravings. He had no idea what kind of metal it was and didn’t even want to try and guess.
“That belonged to my father.”
Joe bolted straight up, startled by his voice. Nick was leaning casually against the doorframe with his hands behind his back.
“I was just putting back the book I finished and saw this. Curiosity got the best of me.”
“It’s quiet alright Mr. Elliott, curiosity tends to get the better of us some times.” Nick told him and moved into the room. “Please continue looking at it, if you must.”
Joe looked back down at the sword. “I don’t know anything about swords, but this one looks heavy.”
“It is. I’ve never really weighted it, but I would imagine that it would be close to 30lbs.”
“Wow, how can you hold it up for a long time weighing that much?”
“Practice and training.”
“I didn’t think they made sword’s this….well honestly this beautiful then.”
“In   Rome they did.”
Your father was Roman. But I thought you said you were from   Wales ?”
“My mortal father was Welsh. My father of the last 800 years was a General in the Roman Army. He was brought across as    Pompeii was destroyed around him when Mt Vesuvius erupted.”
“Your kidding, that would make him…..”
“Over a thousand years old, yes.”
“Where is he now?”
“I’m not sure really. I haven’t seen him in over a hundred years.”
Joe chuckled at his words. “This gives a whole new meaning on the word family. They will always be with you.”
“Yes, you could put it that way. Others only walk this land for a short period of time and then leave us.”
“But we can bring them across and keep them here.”
“If they want to be one of us, then the decision is theirs to make. And it has to be what you want also.” Nick said in a softer tone.
Joe looked back down at the sword. “Maybe one day you could teach me to use one of these.”
“Perhaps.” Nick replied. “But I must take my leave for now. I have other matters to attend that require my attention. I trust that you will be well taken care of given Sav’s new found devotion to you.”
Joe nodded his head slowly with an impish grin.
“I will see you soon then Mr. Elliott. Do take care of yourself and pay attention to the lesson that he teaches you, it could save your life in the future.” With that Nick bowed his head somewhat and left Joe to do what he pleased in his room.
Joe frowned at his behavior. Nick didn’t blow a gasket because he was in here, and told him a little of his past. The most notable was that Nick referred to him as Mr. Elliott. Nick hadn’t called him that in a while. Strange.
Joe closed the lid to the case and left the room. He poured something to drink and looked around the empty room. 'Well Nick was gone for a while, Sav was…well I don’t know where he is,' Joe thought. 'I’m here all alone. That’s a first in long time that they have done that sort of thing.' Joe scratched his head in deeper thought. 'It must be another test or lesson.'
Joe walked around the room and found himself looking out the window again. It was the same dark landscape he had been looking at since they came to this house. He missed the ocean, the moon reflecting off the water, the sound of the waves washing up on the beach. The long nights walking the beach with Sav. His thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang.
When he opened the door, his eyebrows shot up at the young woman standing there. He guessed her age to be mid twenties. He glanced at her petite body and stopped at her ample breast.
“Hi.” Her voice was soft with a touch of nervousness.
“Hello.” Joe replied sweetly, with a hint of a smile.
“I’m sorry to bother you so late…but my…”
”It’s no bother, I’m always up nights.”
She stared up into Joe’s eyes and stumbled over her words. “…your house was….only lights….my car broke down and….”
“Would you like to use the phone?”
“If it’s not any trouble.”
“Not at all. Come in.”
She stepped through the door and the scent of her blood brushed Joe’s nostrils. He closed the door softly behind her and slid the lock into place. “It’s over there on the table.” Joe pointed.
Joe eyed her as she went over and dialed the number. He listened to both sides of the conversation as he took a seat on the couch and sipped his drink.
“Ok thanks.” She hung the phone and turned to Joe. “Thank you.”
“Your welcome. Have a seat while your waiting on your ride.”
She perched on the edge of the chair glancing around the room.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“No thank you, I’m fine.”
Joe leaned foward in his chair and sat his glass on the table that separated them, “What’s your name?”
”Amy.”
”Amy, that’s a lovely name. I'm Joe.”
“Nice to meet you Joe.” Amy stood up, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in his presence. “Thank you again for allowing me to use the phone.”
Joe stood up and moved closer to her. “You don’t have to leave yet, you can wait for your ride in here away from the heat and bugs out there.”
Amy looked up at him. She found it hard to tear her eyes away from his. Something about them held her in her place.
“How long will it take your ride to get here?”
”Um…I don’t… twenty minutes…”
Joe slowly moved closer to her, he was within arms reach. Their eyes locked together. He raised his hand and lightly caressed her cheek. “You’re very pretty Amy.”
“Tha…thank… I should be….”
“Don’t go yet.” Joe whispered. His fingers moved to her neck and felt the rapid beat of her heart against the heat of her skin. He stepped closer and leaned down, never taking his eyes from hers.
Amy was captivated by his eyes and voice, the way his cool fingers touched her skin. She broke eye contact with him when she closed her eyes to await his lips on hers.
“Can I kiss you Amy?” Joe asked a breath away from her full lips.
“Yes.” 'His voice, those eyes, what is he doing to me,' Amy thought. She was lost in the sensation of him, when only moment ago, she felt like a small bug ready to be squished. When his lips touched hers, they were soft, moist, she didn't pay attention to how cool they were. Amy brought her hand up and cupped his face and felt his tongue press for entrance. Not able to resist, Amy gave in and his tongue slid into her mouth to caresse hers. Her mind raced head long into wanting this man to touch her everywhere. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she brought their bodies closer together.
Joe moaned into her mouth, she was his for the taking. Bending his knees a bit, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him. Her kiss grew in demand and she turned her head the other way. Their lips met again, grinding into each other. Joe slid one of his hands down her back to grab her ass and hoist her higher.
Amy’s feet dangled above the floor and she brought up one of her legs to drape around his waist. It was her turn to moan, she felt his erection through her jeans and tightened her leg around him to feel it rub against her. Joe pulled her other leg up and she locked them together around him. Moving his hips with her's, Joe ground into her, feeling her heat radiating on his groin.
Amy pulled away and threw her head back as Joe dived for her throat. His fangs erupted in his mouth at tasting her skin. He grabbed her ass again with both hands, pushing her harder against him.
“I want to…yes…” Amy breathed out. 'He’s going to make me cum with our clothes on,' Amy though when her body flushed with heat and that tingling sensation started in her depths and rushed forward.
Joe felt her body tense and thrust his hips harder. His fangs ached to feel the heat of her skin around them, the blood that would rush by. 'Wait!,' his mind screamed over and over. 'Not yet, she has to….'
“Aaahhh….” Her hips bucked against him.
'Now, take her.' Joe plunged them in, her blood shot into his mouth in a rush. He clamped his lips over the area, long hard pulls brought it faster to the surface.
Amy cried out at the sudden pain in her neck, her eyes flew open and she became aware of a different feeling. She heard Joe growl deep in his chest and tightened his arms around her, almost crushing the breath from her lungs. The tugs on her neck increased and another pain shot through her as Joe sank his fangs deeper.
“What are you….” Amy tried to say as she pushed against his shoulder. She let her legs drop and realized that she couldn’t touch the floor. Panic gripped her when his arms tightened yet again. One arm around her waist and the other between her shoulder blades, his fingers dug painfully into the soft flesh of her back. Amy began to struggle against him, but his grip left her unable to move very much.
Her frantic screams feel on deaf ears as Joe continued to pull the blood from her body. He tasted her fear, her desires, her wants, imagines of her life flooded his mind, but still unable to stop himself from taking her sweet blood.
Amy struggles grew weaker and the dizziness was settling in her mind. Darkness was fast approaching and let it take her over.
Joe felt her grew limp in his arms and still didn’t stop, until he had his fill. Withdrawing his fangs he pressed his tongue to the twin holes and licked away the blood that slowly oozed from them.
Sav came in through the back door and was about to call out for Joe when he saw them in the middle of the room. Joe had his face buried in the woman’s neck and she hung listlessly in his arms.
“Joe!” Sav yelled.
Joe snapped his head up and spun around, the woman falling in a heap on the floor behind him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Sav yelled again.
“Nothing.” Joe replied innocently, and tried to push Amy’s leg further behind him.
Sav stalked over to him and looked down at her. “Who is that?”
“Amy.”
Sav saw the twin holes on her neck and looked at Joe, blood had ran down his chin and dripped to his shirt. Then back up to his golden eyes. The innocent boyish look on his face almost made Sav laugh.
“What did you do to her.”
”Nothing I told you. She… just passed out.”
Sav squatted down next to her and felt of her throat for a pulse. Good, Sav realized she wasn’t dead. He stood back up and faced Joe. “How many times have I told you, not in the house.”
“I forgot.” Joe said around his fangs.
“You can’t keep doing this, some one is going to get suspicious and call the police.” Sav told him angrily. This makes the fifth one he has done this too and Sav took care of them afterwards. “You have to get control of this and not do it again. Do you understand? It’s too dangerous to keep doing this. Someone will see me carrying them out one night.”
Joe shifted nervously on his feet and nodded his head. He was in trouble and knew it, he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar again. Sav would yell at him the rest of the night about this and would give him the third degree again.
A wicked thought rushed through his mind. He wiped the blood from his chin.
Sav was bent over the girl again, cleaning the rest of the blood from her neck.
“Rick.” Joe said just above a whisper.
“What!” Sav yelled.
Not letting Sav’s anger get to him Joe called him again. “Rick.”
“What is it Joe.” Sav snapped at him and rose to face him. It finally registered in his mind what Joe called him. Sav could see the desire in his eyes.
“Forget about her.” Joe told him moving closer and touching his lips.
“Not now, I have to take care of her first.”
“No you don’t, her ride will be here any minute to get her.”
“What!” Sav hissed. “Goddamnit Joe, she’s passed out. What are they going to think happened here?”
Joe was taken back by his outburst and knew his ploy to seduce Sav wasn’t going to work.
“Shit.” Sav bent over and picked her up, she moaned against his neck. Sav carried her out the door and spotted her car across the street. He flew over to it.
Leaning her against the side, he opened the door and slid her into the seat, making it look like she was asleep. He flew back over to the house to confront Joe again about what he had done. By the look in Joe’s eyes minutes ago, Sav didn’t think he was going to get very far and what he felt coming from Joe’s mind only confirmed that.
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