"Dad, I need to see Christian," I declared. Kendrick turned to look at me as I tapped my foot. I was wearing my blue jeans and white shirt that said "Claimed by Five Investigators" on it in red glitter. It was a shirt Christian found in the mall during one of his breaks and decided it matched our relationship perfectly. It even had a little police car and handcuffs, which made me think more about the bedroom than anything.
I wore it just to annoy Kendrick, which was not helping my plea to get him to drive me to Christian's place. It was Saturday and I was stuck being watched by Kendrick while the others were called into another fire outbreak.
The fire outbursts that had been going on across the city were getting out of control and starting to wear down the fire departments. Even with us being on break, today's outbreak was in the middle of an event with humans and shifters, so Kendrick had no choice but to request Team Seven's assistance, even if I couldn't participate and Christian was MIA. Now they were helping deal with the crazy aftermath, while Ethan tried tracking down the suspects on surveillance. I was stuck here at my place, attempting to catch up on all my Netflix shows, but couldn't concentrate for the life of me.
If Kendrick wasn't here, I would have hopped into the nearest Uber and gone straight to Christian's, seeing as I wasn't allowed to drive until my energy levels picked up.
My initial wounds were healed thanks to Michael, but the risk of me blacking out due to a vision was still rather high, which put me at risk while driving.
"Scarlet, you haven't been following the doctor's orders of 'resting' at all," Kendrick complained, eyeing me as he looked away from his iPad, clearly working on paperwork involved with everything that was happening.
"I have! I've slept, I’ve eaten, and have been attempting to watch the new season of Cardcaptors on Netflix, but I can't concentrate! I even tried calling Mako and she's not picking up. This is killing me, Kendrick. I need to see if Christian's okay, even if it's only for a minute," I stressed.
I had no idea what was going on with Mako and we'd been too busy for me to even get an update from Junho, who I knew talked to Marcus regularly. With everything going on, we essentially hadn’t had time for anything.
"The Princess is probably busy with her knights in Heila, Scar. As for Christian, he probably just needs his space," Kendrick suggested.
"No...it doesn't feel that way?! You always tell me to follow my instincts. Well, my instincts tell me something is wrong. No one has gone to check on him. He's not even answering my text messages, and he ALWAYS replies to me. Even if he's fucking driving, which is illegal!"
Kendrick frowned and glanced away, looking unsure how to respond.
"Give him a few more days, Scarlet."
"No," I declared. He looked back at me and stood up.
"If you won't drive me, I'll fucking walk there," I insisted.
Kendrick sighed. "Scar, it would take you a good five hours to get there, especially with everything going on with the outbursts."
"You think I care?! Dad, if I just randomly disappeared and didn't text you, what would you do?" I suggested.
He stared at me for a long time before he answered. "Search the whole realm until I found you,” he mumbled.
"Then can you try and picture how I feel right now? I'm still new at this five boyfriend thing, but imagine how Christian must feel, being all alone in his flat with no one to even check on him ‘cause the world feels like hell is taking over? It's not like I'm unconscious and don't know what's going on. I'm here, and the other guys have had the reassurance that I'm safe and well, and I can give them support if they're struggling. Christian isn't getting that support and that's just unfair. I have to be able to share myself properly, Dad, and I'm doing a really shitty job by sitting here watching a damn show when one of my men could be seriously hurt," I vented.
I bit my lip, beginning to wonder if he really was okay. "What if he's hurt? Or depressed, or both? What if he's in a really dark place and we're just acting like everything's okay but he really needs someone to talk to?" I whispered, fighting off tears.
Kendrick put his iPad down and stood up. I looked away, blinking back my tears and clenched my fists. "Please, Dad. I need to make sure he's okay. I love him too...I don't want him feeling like because of the accident our relationship isn't okay. Even if it's only a minute to make sure he's breathing and not hurt. Please," I begged, lifting my head to meet his eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks.
His shoulders sank and a sad expression formed on his face. He walked over and pulled me into a hug, allowing me to cry on his shoulder. I had been trying to ignore the fear in the pit of my stomach whenever I thought about Christian, but it was getting to be too much to bear. I missed him. I wanted to hold him and kiss him. I yearned for our little conversations and I even longed to hear him complain about Moonlight destroying another piece of furniture of his.
I knew Risuki was trying to act like he was okay with Christian's absence, but I had noticed his rather depressed mood and hadn't seen his doll for a few days, but he looked like he didn't even care. Everything was a mess and I wasn't being given the opportunity to fix it. I knew sitting here wasn't helping me one bit.
Kendrick rubbed my back and sighed. "Okay. We'll go. You can stay there as long as you need to, but if there's a problem, you have to call me immediately,” he urged me, pulling back to look into my glossy eyes.
I nodded in agreement. "I will. Thanks, Dad," I whispered.
He nodded, giving me another comforting hug. "Anything for you, Scar."
"Meow?"
We pulled away to see Moonlight standing at my feet, looking anxious to tag along. I smirked, kneeling down to pick him up. "I guess you're coming?"
"Meow," Moonlight replied. "He has my doll...and I think he's lonely," Risuki admitted quietly in my mind.
I nodded in agreement. I feel that too. Can you at least tell me he isn't physically hurt?
"He's not necessarily hurt. But he's not in good shape either," Risuki replied, sounding worried. Kendrick noticed how quiet I was and gently pressed his hand against my cheek, pulling me out of our mental conversation.
"Let's go. No point in worrying any longer when you can go check for yourself," he reassured me. I nodded, giving him a small smile before I bent down to pet Moonlight.
Let's go check on Christian.
"Christian?" I called out as I cautiously opened the door to his condo.
Kendrick had dropped me off and said he'd be going to the office to get some work done. He'd keep his phone on him so if I needed him to come to pick me up, he'd be able to come right away. It was nice to have his support, but I wanted to spend the rest of the day and night with Christian, especially knowing that he wasn't really "okay."
Moonlight sat on my shoulder and when I slowly walked into the dark apartment, he jumped off, running into the dark room. I looked for a light switch with my narrowed eyes, but then one his lamps went on. I looked to my right to see Moonlight on the table, next to the little lamp, which I noticed still had the price tag attached to it.
I frowned, noticing how unkempt the room was compared to Christian's normal neat lifestyle. All of the guys kept their places rather clean and tidy, normally because they barely stay there between assignments. We generally chilled at my place or at Jaxson's when we needed to be closer to work.
Christian's was next on the list and I'd only been to Ethan's place once to pick up a few of his electronics for another case. It had been so clean it could have been a showroom or an open house. Junho had so many places, it was more of a luxury to choose where you wanted to relax for the weekend and he had private cleaners to maintain such cleanliness.
Michael's was the only place I hadn't visited yet, but from the pictures he showed me when he was getting renovations done, it looked just as perfect as Junho's.
"Christian," I called out again, walking into his living room. Moonlight jumped off the table and ran down the hall towards Christian's room. I followed, stopping by the kitchen. I noticed it was the only place in the apartment that was spotless, which didn't make me feel any better. His living room was filled with blankets and the duvet pillows were on the floor like he'd been laying there all wrapped up in a cocoon in the dark.
Yet, for the kitchen to be spotless meant he hadn't been eating. My suspicions were confirmed when I opened the fridge and found absolutely nothing. Shit.
I closed the fridge, turning to walk down the hall when I noticed a bottle of pills on the counter. The label looked funny, which caught my attention. I reached out to take a better look. It was empty, but the bottle read "BLOOD TABLETS - Twice daily. Three times if required."
I turned the bottle to look at the back, reading the instructions and caution label. "Do not exceed four tablets a day. If ineffective, seek blood bank for further examination and instructions," I whispered.
I frowned, closing my eyes to take a calming breath. I'd suspected this was the issue after Ethan and the others had explained about a group of vampire shifters targeting Christian, which apparently was the reason they had come after us. I hadn't said anything to the others, wanting to discuss the matter with Christian myself, but when I hadn't seen him since the accident, I took the matter in my own hands and reviewed the recent medical records.
Sure, it was a total breach of his privacy, but I just couldn't live with myself or continue to be patient unless I knew he was physically okay and his injuries had been healed. Those documents included the details of exactly what he was: a vampire shifter with a demon spirit, which I knew was Cyrus.
Even though I'd seen on the paper what he was, it didn't really sink in until now as I held the empty pill bottle. It now made me worried about his well being because he had nothing in the fridge, no pills left and I had no idea when he'd ran out, which put him at risk.
I put the bottle back where I'd picked it from before speed walking down the hall, straight to his room. When I arrived, the door was half open, which could have been due to Moonlight's entry. I poked my head inside, noticing a dim light coming from the lamp on the corner stand next to Christian's bed.
I squinted my eyes, noticing he wasn't in bed and I immediately looked to the floor, seeing a bundle of blankets in the opposite side of the room.
"Christian?" I asked, a little louder than I had intended, but he didn't budge.
Moonlight was sitting in front of him, looking concerned as he nudged his head at Christian's hand that poked out of the cocoon of blankets. I noticed Christian stir slightly and as I took a step closer, I watched as he opened his eyes that were bright red.
"What you doing here, Moko? Hmm..." He hummed, reaching out to pet Moonlight.
Moko?
"Previous cat." Risuki's calm voice flowed through my mind.
Previous cat…?
I immediately walked up to where Moonlight sat and bent to my knees. "Christian?" I whispered, noticing how weak he looked. He was extremely pale, making him look really sick and his red eyes were almost droopy, like he could barely stay conscious. Fuck, this is bad.
I reached out and moved the damp strands of his purple locks away from his face. Upon closer inspection, the strands of hair were more silver than purple. "Christian, baby. Look at me," I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat. I was seriously scared he was dying from how clammy his skin was, and his dry lips that were beginning to turn purple didn't help one bit.
He met my gaze, looking up and staring at me, almost like he was in a daze. It took him a full minute before he spoke. "Scar?" he whispered. I almost broke at his weak response and lowered to kiss his dry lips.
"Christian. Dammit, what's wrong? Why did you isolate yourself like this? You need blood," I pointed out. He was quiet, his confused expression made me more concerned he might be close to delirious.
"Scar...you know?" he asked. I noticed the fear that flashed in his eyes and he looked like he was about cry.
"Oh, Christian. I'm sorry. You can be mad later, but I panicked. I knew something was wrong when I woke up and you weren't there. We'll talk about it later, but first you need blood."
I noticed Moonlight wasn't in the room anymore, having run off who knows where, but I suspected he wanted to give us privacy.
"Scar, I...don't think I can...go to the...bank,” he confessed and I knew he meant blood bank.
I nodded in understanding, glancing over to the bed. "Can you make it to the bed?"
His gaze moved to the bed that must have looked pretty inviting compared to the hard floor. "Is it warm?"
"I'll be in it, so it will be," I offered. He gave me a weak smirk and the idea of me in a comfy warm bed with him seemed to give him the motivation to move. I helped him up, with his left arm resting on my shoulders and my right arm wrapped around his waist. We moved slowly to the bed and sat down.
"Can we sit for a bit?" he asked.
"Sure," I agreed, my mind already pondering what I could do to help him. I bit my lip, an idea popping into my head. That could work.
"Christian," I whispered, lifting my hand to brush against his left cheek. He turned his head to stare at me and we shared a look.
"No,” he mumbled.
"I didn't say anything," I replied.
"We can read you like a book, Scar. You have that look."
"What look?" I questioned.
"The 'I have a stupid idea that I think will work' look,” he grumbled.
I grinned. "That's a rather unique look to have," I hummed, my hand lowering down to his chin so I could use my thumb to trail along his dry lips.
"Scar. Don't."
"Why?" I asked, intrigued that he'd caught onto my plan, even in his weak state.
"Because...I...I'm the reason you got hurt. Why aren't you mad?" he whispered.
"Christian...is that why you've cooped yourself in here? As some kind of punishment just because I got hurt?" I asked.
He lowered his gaze and I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. Then I reached out and placed my hands on his cheeks. Before he could react, my bloodstained lips were on his and my eyes locked on his shocked ones.
His hands wrapped around my wrists, attempting to stop me but I was stronger than him, pushing him down onto the dark purple sheets as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He groaned, but greedily kissed me back, sucking the blood from my self-inflicted bite.
In seconds, my back was pressed against the sheets as Christian hovered over me, his hands holding my wrists as he sucked on my bottom lip.
I gasped when he released my lip and moved down my neck, finding the perfect spot. I could feel the sharpness of what I knew were fangs and I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain as their sharp edges sank into my flesh, but he paused.
"Scar...I shouldn't,” he whispered. His husky voice was winded and I opened my eyes to see him move up to meet my gaze, pain and fear flickering in his red eyes.
"Bite now, talk later," I said quietly, leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.
He closed his eyes, returning the tender kiss with one of his own before he pulled back and nodded in agreement. I knew he wouldn't hurt me intentionally and though I expected some pain from the bite, it was a sacrifice I was happy to make for him and he looked a lot better than he had moments ago.
Even as we stared into one another's eyes, I could see color begin to return to his once pale complexion. He nodded before he moved to kiss my neck. I closed my eyes and let out a quiet moan, preparing myself for his bite.
"Make sure you tell me when to stop,” he urged.
"Kay," I whispered, closing my eyes. His fangs sunk into my flesh, making me flinch and I let out a quiet whimper. Christian let go of my right hand, his hand trailing down my body which helped distract me from the initial pain.
What happened next left me confused as the pain began to shift into something else, something pleasurable as each suck sent a shiver of ecstasy through me. I tried to press my thighs together, already feeling my pussy grow hot and my nipples harden against my bra. Then Christian's hand slipped between my legs and began to tease me, his fingers rubbing along the silk fabric of my underwear, moving up and down.
Suck, stroke, suck, stroke. The pattern kept going until I felt Christian slow down the consumption of my blood, yet a part of me didn't want him to stop. The exciting pulsating sensations I was feeling with him barely doing anything aside from teasing my entrance amazed me.
I let out quiet moans and felt myself coming close to an orgasm. I bit my lip. The pain from my previous bites helped prevent me from falling completely into a state of bliss, but that little distraction did nothing but stall my release. Christian tugged the material of my underwear to the side and slid two fingers into me.
The quick, smooth motion made me explode in bliss. I arched my back and cried out as I came around his fingers.
"Christian...can't," I begged, the wave of pleasure rocking through me and the sucking action at my neck was getting too much for me. Even with my eyes closed, the world spun and I knew if I let this continue I'd pass out.
He gave one last suck before he retracted his fangs. I sighed in relief before I opened my weak eyes to meet his gaze, his fingers still inside me. His beautiful purple eyes were back and the level of lust in them turned me on, my pussy clenching around his fingers. Then I leaned up and smashed my lips against his.
I didn't care that his lips were still tinged with my blood. My mind was in a euphoric haze and now all I wanted was to enjoy his taste.
He moaned in my mouth, pulling his fingers out of me, even as he deepened the kiss. After several minutes of kissing, we began removing piece after piece of clothing until we were both naked in his bed and his cock was just at my entrance. We finally took a moment to pause, catching our breath as we stared at each other.
I wondered if my eyes were just as wild as his, and I was curious about all this sudden sexual tension between us and if it was due to him drinking my blood. I didn't know much about vampires, let alone what was truth and what was myth, but I did once read that a vampire's bite could have a strong pleasurable impact on their lover or the person being bitten. Was this what I was experiencing?
"Scar...are you sure you want to have sex right now?" he asked through heavy pants.
"Do you?" I countered, unable to really follow what he was getting at. His naked hot body was before me with his long length at my entrance and NOW he was gonna ask if I wanted sex? I figured he was trying to be nice and didn't want to sex me up due to whatever was going on with me or us, but my sense of logic was beyond gone at this point and I just wanted him to stop delaying and fuck me already. Oh man, maybe I'm becoming a sex addict?
Christian grinned, leaning down to kiss me. "Yes. I want to fuck you fast and hard and when you cum, I'll make you go on your hands and knees so I can fuck you again,” he whispered. I almost forgot to breathe and my heart skipped a beat due to his sexy talk.
"I just want you to know that I really want to fuck you...though the whole sucking blood thing is just making me want to turn my desires into reality and it's kinda hard to think straight,” he admitted before kissing me again. "And if I say anything else, it may not make sense."
I lifted my free arm to glide my hand into his now purple locks before I pulled him forward to kiss me firmly on the lips. "Then let's fuck and we can talk about this later," I ordered.
He shook his head, which looked a little difficult with my hand gripping his hair. "Remind me not to rile you up,” he teased. Before I could reply, his length slid into me in one smooth thrust, making me moan a lot louder than I normally would.
My body felt like it was on fire, tingling all over the place and feeling extra sensitive. Christian kissed me hard and I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with those beautiful purple-silver locks as we kissed and his hips began to move. Within seconds, he quickly changed our position, his hands on my ass as he lifted me up and moved to sit on the bed, allowing me to ride him as he pressed his back into the purple sheets.
I bet he was tired from the relief of receiving blood so I moved my hips, riding him at a swift pace that made him drop his head back and moan loudly. "Fuck, Scar! Baby, move those hypnotizing hips for me," Christian groaned. I did just that, moving up and down his cock, while I panted and moaned.
"Christian. Christian," I repeated over and over, feeling myself get closer to my climax.
"Scar...shit."
"Ah!" I cried out when my orgasm rushed through me. Christian cursed and I could feel his release as spurts of his load filled me. I trembled as I tried to catch my breath, feeling dizzy and exhausted all at once.
Christian quickly sat up and wrapped his arm around me before I could fall to the side. "I got you, Scar,” he whispered and held me in his arms while waiting for me to catch my breath.
"Fuck…that was intense...and amazing...and you need to explain what just happened," I mumbled. Though I was tired, I still felt unsatisfied even though I'd just came. Christian kissed the place where he'd originally bitten me, making me shudder at the hint of pain from the tender kiss.
"I'll explain...but first, can we go again?" he whispered.
"Okay...explanation later...maybe after a nap," I mumbled, feeling a build up of energy at the thought of having another round of sex.
I leaned back to look at his overall appearance and smiled in relief that my Christian looked much better, almost back to his usual self.
He noticed my analyzing gaze and pulled me into a hug as he ran his hands through my hair.
"I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm sorry for keeping the fact I'm a vampire shifter a secret...I...didn't know what you'd think and...was scared you'd dislike me. It's not like I wanted to be one, but it just happened. But I should have trusted you to listen to my past and know that you'd still love me,” he confessed.
I could hear the vulnerability and pain in his voice and I lifted my head to kiss his neck before I hugged him back.
"I don't care what any of you guys are. I wouldn't have cared knowing or not. What I DO care about is your life and wellbeing, Christian. I realized that I need all of you in my life and I can't function knowing you're in pain. Don't ever do that again. Don't think you deserve to be punished for something completely out of your control...please?" I choked on the last word, holding him even tighter.
To think we had passionate hot sex just a few moments ago, and here I was suddenly on the verge of tears with his cock still deep inside me.
Either way, he needed to know that what he did was NOT okay and I would never allow it to happen again. I'd rather he feed on me than look so close to death like he had earlier.
"Okay. I promise. I'm sorry, Scar. Don't cry,” he begged. We stayed still for a few moments, both of us calming down and composing ourselves before we pulled back. I gave him a small smile and he did the same before he lowered his gaze to my lips and I felt his cock twitch inside me.
"Would slow hot sex help make up for my actions?" he whispered.
I smiled and nodded. "Yes, I think it would."
That's exactly what we did and I knew after a little nap, Christian would be willing to tell me about his past.