The door of the motel opened. Maria walked in and was followed by Megan. Kelvin followed with a couple of dead rabbits slung over his shoulder in a trashcan bag he’d found at the visitors center at the reserve.

“Good hunt?” Gabriel asked as he leaned on the motel bar, looking nonchalant.

“It was a bit of a washout. It’s swampland, and with all this rain it was even worse. I managed to watch a fat juicy pig get stolen from under my nose by an alligator,” Kelvin replied.

“I see you got a bunny or two for Dustin. He might enjoy that when he gets back.”

Maria leaned forward from relaxing on the couch. She had a perplexed expression on her face.

“What do you mean when he gets back? He’s not here already?”

“Nope.”

Kelvin emerged from the kitchen after dumping the rabbits in the sink. He’d missed the first part of the conversation, but he saw Maria’s expression and knew that all wasn’t well in the camp.

“Don’t tell me, something has gone wrong?”

“Something HAS gone wrong,” Maria said, now standing and walking to the bar. She urged Gabriel to pour her a drink. “Dustin hasn’t checked in.”

“Where was he going?”

“That area, Desire,” Maria said.

“Desire? The Dirty D? Shit, that’s rough there,” Willy commented. “It was stricken by the hurricane, and since then, the gangs have taken over. The government’s developing it slowly, but it’s still a bit of a shithole.”

“He can’t have gotten wasted…” Kelvin started saying.

“Kelvin.”

“Sorry. I was merely stating a fact, though.”

Maria asked if anyone knew who Dustin had gone to see. Kelvin said there was a good chance he’d met up with his aunt and she’d gone with him. That set a few more alarm bells ringing in Kelvin’s head. A part of his family could be in trouble.

“I’m gonna have to go and check.”

“Hang on, I’m coming with you.”

Kelvin and Maria headed for the motel entrance as Megan made her way back down the stairs and caught sight of them heading out of the door.

“What’s going on?”

Gabriel slid a glass across the bar and explained Dustin hadn’t checked in, and so Maria and Kelvin had gone to check on his whereabouts. Megan asked where they were going and Gabriel said it was “just a woman.”

He never mentioned who she was, and he reiterated the fact again. “Yes, it’s just a woman,” he said.

As soon as Megan heard, she guessed Sanders had, more than likely, nabbed Dustin to find out where the shaman was. She knew Dustin had played his cards very close to his chest without giving too much away to anyone. Half of what he was up to was kept secret from Maria, which was rare. She sipped on her drink and smiled to herself. She’d come up trumps, and once Dustin had given the location of where the shaman was, she could kick Gabriel away. He’d have to spend the rest of his days as a human. That wasn’t her worry.

Tough shit, sunshine.

Megan finished her drink and held out her hand. Gabriel looked up. She fluttered her eyes in the direction of the stairs. He’d forgotten how she buzzed after a hunt and became horny. He took her hand, and she led him to the stairs.

“Who are these for again?” Willy yelled as he walked from the kitchen with the rabbits in his hand. “Hey, where is everyone?”

He vanished back into the kitchen and proceeded to separate the rabbits from their fur. His knife slipped cleanly through the rabbit's skin and he laid it on the table atop his sizeable, old, oak, wooden, chopping board. His favorite. Willy reached for his chopper.

He muttered one thing as he swiftly lopped off the first rabbit’s head. “They're gonna make a lovely stew.”

Megan bolted the door after she’d (ever-so-gently) pushed Gabriel into the room. He almost tripped on the patterned rug which could’ve turned out rather nasty if he had. He would’ve plunged headfirst into the bed and maybe split it open. Maybe.

Lucky for him he didn’t trip, and lucky for him, Megan was in the process of biting her bottom lip and seductively walking toward him while tugging at the leather buttons of her vest. She peeled it back off her shoulders. Gabriel marveled at her budded nipples. She’d never been a bra wearer when they went out for a hunt. As a matter of fact, she never wore panties, either. That was something Gabriel was going to be reminded of at that preci….

Megan’s pants fell half over her hips. They’d been helped on the way by her fingers. Gabriel licked his lips as her zipper sat in a v shape across her belly, a little above her pubic bone. It was the exact position that made him groan. The zipper was like approach lights for a landing plane. They screamed to anyone who saw them. This way, this is the way to go. Headfirst or not, this is where you need to touch down.

Gabriel wanted to touch down, and so did the bulge in his pants that was forming. Megan approached with her jeans hanging loosely in front of her aroused pussy. She reached for Gabriel's pants and unbuckled and tugged, and in a second or so, he was stood in the same position. He raised his arms as he removed his t-shirt. Before he pulled it from his head, Megan had already lunged her head toward the drum-like skin of Gabriel’s chest. He winced, although he liked it, so he never screamed out.

Her tongue toyed with his nipple as he pulled one arm from his shirt and then the other. The knotted mess got flung across the room as Gabriel pushed his ass backward, dipped a little, and then slid his thumbs inside his hanging jeans and pushed them down to the point of no return. They puddled around his ankles and were sure never to return. Not in the next hour they wouldn’t. His hands reached behind Megan and slid down her lower back, and like kippers under a door they slipped inside her jeans and pushed them away from her peachy ass. They too, became puddled on the floor.

Megan lifted her head and gazed deep into Gabriel's soul. She went way past his eyes and looked deeper. She felt hot. Everything was coming to an end for her. Soon, she’d be a daywalker, and she could have anyone she wanted, anyone to turn, or anyone to turn in her open bed. Megan had always played along with Sanders, he was the only one, and in a way he was the best. Megan knew there was no way he’d satisfy her until the end of time. She was happy in the fact that she’d have a lifetime of looking for the one who could pleasure her like no other. A lifetime of testing, and if they underperformed she’d merely use them as a snack and turn them. A simple thing to do. Fuck them and then give them a new lease on life.

Shit, I feel hot.

“Hey, Gab! Do you wan…”

“No! I’m not thinking of anyone else. It was hard work and could’ve landed me in trouble,” he replied. “Anyway, I can’t think of anyone else.”

Megan giggled as her hand cupped Gabriel’s balls. She tugged him as she walked back toward the balcony doors. She reached behind her and grabbed the curled bronze lever and pushed against it. The cold air flooded through the doors. The net curtain fluttered like the veil of a virgin bride. Megan stepped into the cold and leaned herself against the cold iron railings.

“Here Gab! Make love to me here. I want to feel nature against my skin.”

Gabriel stepped onto the balcony with another tug on his balls. Megan giggled as she spun him and pushed his back hard against the curled wrought iron. The curls felt like steely fingers clutching his hands as he slid his finger through the gap. Megan lowered herself to her knees. The animal inside her fought to surface. Her eyes shimmered pink, although Gabriel missed it. Her mouth opened as she leaned forward. She angled Gabriel's hardened shaft at the right angle. He filled her mouth. She closed her lips tight around the base of his cock when the swollen head of his shaft pushed at the back of her throat. She sucked tight and pulled her head back to the tip of his cock. Gabriel's hips and legs shuddered with excitement. Her mouth opened again. She swallowed the full length of him. He tilted his head to the stars, and the moon beamed through his eyes that were firmly shut, and he wasn’t thinking of the heavens above, even if he muttered “Heavens above.”

Megan stood and stepped back. She watched as he opened his eyes and furrowed his brow. “What’s wrong?”

Megan shook her head and grinned. She stepped back to the other side of the balcony and hitched her body onto the edge of the railing. Her feet were pushed flat on the curved steel as she crooked a finger and lured and guided Gabriel, headfirst between her thighs.

“Hey, Gab!” Megan whispered. He looked up with the tip of his tongue stuck out from his mouth. “Try not thinking of anyone else while you’re down there, k?” She giggled hysterically and leaned back. Gabriel clamped his tongue between his teeth as he thought she was about to fall.

“Fuck!” Megan forced his head, hard against her hot, wet, womanly depths. Gabriel ran his tongue over her soft skin, he felt her shudder under the touch of his tongue. Her fingers tugged hard at his hair as he slid his tongue deep inside her.

Don’t think of anyone else while I'm down here?

The thought was there, and Gabriel tried his hardest not to think of Kelvin’s sister. He thought it better to think of someone else, but who could he think of? His mind went back to how it all started, back in the Creek. They had come a long way since the motel they’d been holed-up in. That day. The broken air-conditioning unit. The day when they first…

Well, fuck me backward. I haven’t thought of her for so long. I wonder?

He kept his mind to himself as he pleasured Megan with his tongue. And she was pleasured as she glared at the moon that finally broke from the clouds. Now, the impending storm looked closer. Her tongue ran over the tips of her fangs that’d pushed through her gums. That was why she had held his head between her thighs for so long. If Gabriel saw them, he’d know immediately that she was a vlad, and then the shit would really hit the fan.

The moon vanished behind charcoal-colored clouds. Her fangs were pulled back through her gums and had now receded. She touched his hair and urged him to stand and take her.

She was ready.

He was ready.

Gabriel stood. Megan’s fingers on her right hand were clenched tight around the railing as if she was squeezing the last drops of life from it. Her other hand grabbed at Gabriel’s huge shaft. His body inched forward. He felt the softness of her, the hotness of her, just as he slid himself into Megan’s arousal. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her arms were flung around his neck. Gabriel held his arms under her hips as he scooped her up and into his arms.

“Back in the bedroom I think, it might get wet out here.”

Megan threw her head back and let forth a cackle into the night sky. “Gab, some things are already wet out here.”

He walked through the balcony doors and stepped carefully to the bed. He lowered Megan and started to thrust hard into her quivering body. He grabbed her leg and swung it over his shoulder. His abs tensed as he watched himself driving her closer to her final moments. He knew he could finish when he wanted. He only had to think of Kelita’s slinky figure as she vaulted across the top of the mau…

“Oh God!” he yelled.

Megan looked up from the bed. She glared into his eyes, and she had the urge to just let her fangs fall free and plunge deep into his bare neck.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

“Trying not to.”

Gabriel thrust harder and faster as pressure welled up in his loins. He started to feel inferior, but Megan took much longer to reach her orgasm. It was one of the many benefits of being a vlad. Yes, it was perfect how the pleasure lasted for a hell of a lot longer.

“Just let it go, its okay,” she quipped.

Gabriel thrust. His fingers dug into the muscles of her calf. His hips jerked. A great pleasure shot through his hips as his body let him go. Streams of his hot seed spilled over into Megan's wanting paradise.

Gabriel finally slumped. Megan was close, but not close enough. She needed to get back to Sanders and Tanya to be adequately pleasured. If she had this built up frustration for too long, there was no knowing what she’d do.

“I'm gonna clean up,” Gabriel said.

Megan nodded as she crawled up the bed and rested her head against her plumped up pillow. He showered.

Megan heard the water running. She pulled her cell phone out and texted Sanders. She deleted the message after it sent.

Gabriel emerged from the bathroom quicker than she expected him to. She slid her legs off the bed and skulked quickly into the shower. Gabriel ruffled his hair on a towel as something caught his eye.

He stopped ruffling and looked up.

Megan’s cell phone sat on the night table, its screen glared up into the dimly lit room.

His eyes were fixed on the screen as he thought. Then it went black.

“Down is where all the good men go, down, down, down to the honey hole.”