Part 16
SANG:
I'm seated on Nathan's giant sectional couch watching some show called Supernatural that's on TV. It's interesting and helps me to turn my brain off for a few moments. The boys haven't come back yet, they must be trying to figure out what to do with the bodies. The bodies...
I know I should be devastated--my family was just murdered, brutally--but I can't make myself care. I know if I care, I'll break. Too much has happened to me, I don't know how much more I can take. Yes, my mother is was my tormentor for my entire life, and I was treated terribly by her, but in a way her message made it make sense to me. She said I'm evil, an abomination. I was getting what I deserved, right? And my father? Marie? Sure, they turned the other way and pretended like they didn't know how badly I was treated, and completely neglected me. But they didn't deserve that. Did anyone deserve that?
And the heart? The heart drawn out with blood? It was so... morbid. So vampire.
There's some dude in a trenchcoat on the screen, and I realize that I'm gonna need more to get my mind off the complete chaos that has become my life. I wander to the kitchen, thinking that maybe cooking or baking will help. As I check the top shelf of the cabinets for ingredient inspiration, I find a few bottles of booze: Grey Goose, Patron, Crown Royal.
My head cocks to the side as I consider. I've never drank before. I know I can. Well, I think I can. I drink water. It would help me a teensy tiny bit in between weeks of not drinking blood. Would the alcohol help me relax? Help me forget?
GABE:
Luke and I are eventually sent back to Nathan's to make sure Sang's holding up. I still can't even truly believe what I saw back there.
We've been following the Master for a while now, and his kills are sometimes pretty fucked up, but that? That was insanity. His sick obsession with Trouble is not going to end well. I have a terrible feeling, like a giant stone sits at the bottom of my stomach.
We walk through the gate and through the pool area. I give Luke a look when I hear loud bass coming from the house. Nate has a good stereo system, and it's pumping a good beat right now.
"What the fuck?" Luke mutters, and we both rush inside.
Sang's dancing on top of the coffee table in the living room. In her underwear--lacy blue panties and a matching bra. It's quite the sight.
She turns, hearing us, giving us a giant smile, holding out her arms, swiveling her hips, "Yay! Come dance with me!"
"Sang?" Luke starts, looking completely confused. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
Jesus... I wouldn't want to talk about what happened, but maybe she needed to? I remember when I lost my family in the fire... God. Poor Sang.
"Yeah, Trouble. We're here for you, okay? Don't think you can't talk to us. We're on your side. Team Sang!" I try to lighten the mood. For myself. Not for Sang, apparently, because she's hanging out on Cloud Nine.
"I don't wanna talk. I want to dance!" To emphasize her point, she turned around and kept dancing.
I swallow and look over to Luke, who's locked on to her hips with his eyes. He looks over and catches me watching him with narrowed eyes. He grins guiltily and shrugs, giving me a look that says 'She wants to dance.'
My best friend sits down on the couch, looking up at Sang as she dances. It's a little too strip-club for me, though, so I go to the kitchen to get something to eat. I'm shocked to see three bottles of booze on the table. Each down about a quarter, as if Sang had sampled each one.
"What the fuck?" I shout, holding up the emptier Patron and shaking it toward Sang and Luke. Luke's face is shocked too. Who knew Sang was a drinker? Or maybe she just became one today... I had gone through a bad phase when my family died, and we all knew North gets boozy when things don't go his way.
"Oh, yes please. Toss it!" Sang claps her hands. Oh Jesus. She thought I was holding the bottle up to offer her more?
"Stop being so cute, Trouble." I shake my head at her and look down at the bottle. She obviously likes the Patron the best.
Sang claps her hands again, gesturing for the bottle. I try to ignore the way her breasts jiggle with the movement, lifting up slightly in the bra cups. Oh God... Maybe I should start drinking?
"No, I think you've had enough."
Luke laughs at that, agreeing. At the noise, Sang pouts down at him, then jumps onto the couch before climbing onto Luke's lap. His eyes bug out--he's got a nearly naked hottie on him. And I'm jealous.
LUKE:
I'm trying to play it cool, like there isn't a sexy little Sang straddling me. In her bra and panties. Jesus Christ. Be cool!
"Hey, sweetie," I murmur to her.
"Luke," she purrs, pressing her hands against my chest and then petting up and down from my shoulders. That feels good... "Tell him I haven't had enough."
I bark out a laugh, my throat drying out, "Oh really? Are you using me right now?" I don't honestly mind it...
She giggles and I smile. "No. I'm seducing you!"
I gulp at those words. Yes, she is. "It won't work," I croak, "I'm rock solid."
Then she shocks the hell out of my by pressing her lips to mine. I hear Gabe gasp, and feel Sang smile against my lips. Then she deepens the kiss, pushing harder and parting her lips, and I'm weak, I'm so so weak, because I greedily swipe my tongue into her inviting mouth. I taste the tequila and her sweetness and I groan. She giggles against me, her bra cups pressing into my chest. I hold her even closer, allowing my hands to slide down her smooth skin, tracing her spine.
She pulls away, grinning, eyes lidded. "Tell him to bring us the goods. He'll listen to you. He likes you."
I laugh, "He likes you too. But you really shouldn't have more."
Sang sighs and looks away, "I know. But I don't want to think right now. I want it to stop..."
I look over at Gabe, who's staring at her with sad eyes. He then looks at me and shrugs. Could either one of us say no to her for long? I wonder how long the others are going to be tied up over at Sang's house.
Gabe sighs, then opens the bottle, takes a shot, grimaces, recaps the bottle and tosses it to me. I catch it, take my own shot, then hold it to Sang's lips. She leans back and takes her own shot. Then I cap the bottle and toss it onto the other side of the couch.
As soon as I turn back to Sang her lips are on mine. This time when I tease her with her tongue, I feel her fangs. I pull back, suddenly even more excited than I was before.
She peers back at me, her green eyes now red, her tiny fangs resting on her plump lips. Good God, she's gorgeous.
I didn't realize that Gabe joined us on the couch, and I glance over at him, "Oh no, don't mind me," he chuckles.
Sang giggles, then grabs his neck and pulls him toward us. I'm shocked and weirdly turned on when she kisses him. He seems tense for a moment, but then leans into her, relaxing against her mouth.
I can only watch, intrigued despite myself. Then Sang starts to wiggle on my lap. At first I think she's trying to get off, but it soon becomes clear that she's staying put. Her hips swivel and she gyrates against me. It's fucking incredible. I grip her hips and slow her down, pulling her up slightly so she's hitting the perfect spot.
It must be the perfect spot for her too, because she moans into Gabe's mouth. She pulls away from him for a second, and his eyes are glazed and face super pleased. Then he sees what's happening--my little lap dance, and his eyes widen.
"Whoa," he breathes.
Fuck it. I don't care. I lean my head against the couch and continue guiding Sang via her hips. Then my eyes pop open when I hear Gabe grunt--loudly.
Holy shit. Sang's fangs are in Gabe's throat, her lips wrapping around as she lightly sucks against his skin. I'm fascinated by it. I move her faster against me, hard against soft, and I shudder as she moans. Gabe's eyes are shut and I know he's feeling the effects of the vamp pheromones. I close my eyes again.
All three of us are getting off, and it's weird and freaky and totally deviant, but I don't give a fuck. We're all grunting and breathing hard, and it's too strange, so I try not to think about what's happening and just feel.
"What the hell?" Oh shit. My eyes pop open and I twist my neck so I can see over the back of the couch.
The rest of the guys stand in the doorway, mouths open, eyes shocked.
Just perfect.