Chapter 75
‘Am having the vampire dream again,’ Ann thought, burying her face into his Merch’s neck to shelter herself from the wind, he was moving so fast.
Instead of going to Toronto, Merch went to one of Paris’s houses. Ever since Paris stole Soroya from him, Merch has been finding out everything there was about Paris, planning his revenge.
“I thought we were going to a party,” Ann protested when they arrived at a house that she has seen in her dreams.
“A party for two,” Merch said, and forced her into the house.
‘I wonder if Paris will show up in my dream? He always does,’ Ann thought. Ann felt Merch’s arms wrapping around her.
“Hey, watch it,” Ann said, slapping Merch’s hands off her.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself,” Merch said, and tried his luck again.
“This might just be a dream, but you are not my type,” Ann chuckled.
“Does your type matter if it is just a dream?” Merch chuckled. “Don’t you just want to try something new?”
“I guess,” Ann said, allowing Merch to touch her.
Merch leaned in and kissed her. “Nice, huh?”
“I have had better,” Ann chuckled, thinking since it was just a dream, she might as well be honest.
“Micheal or Paris?” Merch whispered in her ear before sucking her earlobe.
“Paris,” Ann admitted. ‘Paris,’ she thought, wishing she was not so hung up on him.
“I can help you forget about Paris, if you like,” Merch said, and slipped the sleeve of the dress off her shoulder before landing a kiss on her skin.
“You can try but I doubt you will be successful,” Ann snorted and turned to face Merch.
“Do you believe that vampires exist?” Merch questioned, slipping the remaining sleeve off her shoulder.
“Well, you just moved very fast, so yes, in my dreams,” Ann said, studying Merch, wondering why the man in her dreams went from Paris, night after night to this man whose name she has already forgotten. “What is your name again?”
“Merch,” he answered and traced the plunge of her dress across her cleavage, licking his lips.
“Are you going to bite me now and turn me into a vampire?” Ann chuckled.
Merch chuckled at her.
“What is so funny?” Ann questioned.
“You,” Merch said, hooking his finger between her cleavage and pulling her dress down, making her breast spill over. He circled her one nipple. “I want to bite you right here,” Merch said, rubbing above her nipple.
“Sure,” Ann said, half sarcastic. Ann gasped when Merch made his fangs appear, taking a step back but Merch pulled her back before sinking his teeth into her breast making her gasp at the piercing pain.
‘Why is it hurting? It never hurt when Paris bit me in my dreams,’ Ann thought and then started to feel good as the vampire venom started to rush through her veins.
Merch swept his free hand between her lips and pulled her j-string away before dipping his fingers into her womanhood.
Merch retracted his fangs but left his bite marks on her breast, not sealing them up with his salvia.
Ann moaned in pleasure.
Merch swept her up and sped over to one of the bedrooms. He pulled off the dust sheet cover before laying Ann down on the mattress. Merch moved so fast that Ann didn’t even see him take off his clothes but before she knew what was happening Merch’s manhood was pressing against her womanhood.
“Use a condom,” Ann said in between moans.
“Why? I am a vampire,” Merch chuckled and pushed his erection into her, wrapping his hand around her thigh, squeezing it.
“Ouch,” Ann complained.
“Didn’t take you for a girl that likes it gentle,” Merch said and ignored her complaints, thrusting hard into her while still digging his fingers into the flesh of her tight.
“You are hurting me,” Ann cried not understanding why she can feel pain when it is just a dream.
“Shh, stop complaining and I will make a woman out of you,” Merch compelled her. Ann bit her lip, taking the pain as she realized that she is not dreaming. ‘Vampires are real? Is Paris a vampire?’ she wondered why Merch had his way with her without mercy.
The next morning, Michael thought it odd that Merch and his nest left. He sped over to Soroya’s room and was relieved to find her there, getting ready for the day.
“Michael,” Soroya greeted.
“Merch left,” he informed her.
“That is a relief,” Soroya said, feeling glad.
“Sorry for expecting you to go back to him. I know he was not a kind man,” Michael said.
“He is ok besides when it comes to his sexual needs,” Soroya said, and thought about how horrible, forceful, and painful sex was with Merch. ‘I could never get used to that,’ she thought.
“Enjoy your day,” Michael said, and sped off.
Michael sped off a few miles from varsity to pick Ann some flowers before speeding over to Starbucks to get her, her favorite coffee.
Michael immediately picked up Merch’s scent when he arrived at the dorm room. ‘Calm down, maybe it is just his scent that clung to Katelina,’ Michael told himself, and knocked.
“You? What do you want?” Jessica asked.
“Ann, duh,” Michael responded.
“I thought she was with you,” Jessica said and walked back into the room, leaving the door open so that he can see that Ann was not around.
“She didn’t sleep here last night?” Michael questioned, worried.
“No,” Jessica said and fear crept up on her. “Maybe she spent it with Paris?”
“Did Katelina sleep here?” Michael questioned.
“No, I have not seen her for a while now,” Jessica said. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”
“I think Merch abducted Ann,” Michael said, worried.
“Merch? The tracker?” Jessica questioned, confused.
Without answering her, Michael sped off to the higher council straight to the dungeons and was furious when he found that Paris was not there. Michael sped over to Katelina’s room and found her there.
“Paris and Ann are gone but I don’t think they left together,” Michael said, waking her up.
“Paris left?” Katelina questioned.
“I need your help. We have to find Ann,” Michael said, dragging Katelina out of bed.
“Ok, ok,” Katelina said and sped over to her wardrobe and put on clothes for the day.
“I will go to Merch’s compound, you find Paris. Maybe he knows Merch’s whereabouts,” Michael ordered.
“That makes no sense. Why would Paris know where Merch is?” Katelina questioned.
“Just find him!” Michael spat and sped off.
Michael arrived a day later at Merch’s compound, but found it abandoned. It was then that he realised that Merch tricked him. He took out his phone and called Katelina. “Any luck?”
“I found Paris, in his room here at the higher council,” Katelina answered.
“Let me speak to him,” Michael demanded.
“When I told him that you suspect that Merch took Ann, he sped off,” Katelina said, sounding angry.
“Where to? It was early morning yesterday. Or what time did you track him down?” Michael questioned.
“Yesterday morning,” Katelina said. “I think there might be some secret underground passage here.”
“Did he say anything?” Michael questioned.
“Only that he has to find Ann,” Katelina said. “Where are you?”
“I am at Merch’s compound, but there is no one here,” Michael said.
“If Merch deliberately helped Paris, then it might be a trap for Paris,” Katelina said, giving Michael all the known residential addresses of Paris that she was aware of.
“Try to track him,” Michael ordered, and hung up the phone, speeding off toward the nearest house.
‘This is way too easy,’ Micheal thought when he arrived and picked up both Merch and Ann’s scent.
Merch was disappointed that Michael found him so easily. “Here I thought I am the best tracker alive.”
“Theoretically, you are not alive,” Michael corrected him and sped over, grabbing Merch, planning to pull him out of the house so that the sun will burn Merch alive.
“If you kill me, you won't find Ann,” Merch stopped him in his tracks.
“Don’t move,” Michael compelled him and made quick work of searching Merch for any shaman necklaces. Satisfied that Merch wasn’t wearing any, Micheal sunk his teeth into Merch to find Ann’s location. Michael saw that Ann was in the next room and that Merch tried to trick him again. Without another thought, Michael grabbed Merch and sped outside with him. Merch screamed as the sun burnt the flesh off his bones. When Merch was nothing more than ash, Michael sped back into the house and found Ann, tied up in some sort of BDSM position, her body bruised.
“What the hell did he do to you?” Michael cried and released Ann from the bondage. Ann fell into his arms, crying like a baby.
“It is all over now. No one will ever hurt you, ever again,” Michael said, and sped off with her.
