She made her way to the pair, walking as if she owned the place until she stood before the whimpering girl. Carmen cocked her head to the side, eyeing Brandi like a piece of meat.
“I want to keep her.” Carmen hissed, her voice a husky rumble as she reached out to touch Brandi’s bleeding cheek, licking the blood from her fingers and moaning with delight at the taste. “Let me keep her. She…amuses me…” She moved closer, licking at the blood like a kitten licking cream. The taste, the smell of the blood inflamed her like nothing ever had before and she didn’t wait for him to answer.
Like a striking snake, she darted forward and sank her fangs into the girl’s neck, moaning in ecstasy as the blood flowed into her mouth and down her throat.
“I want to keep her.” She asked, and Shane thought about it for a moment. “Let me keep her. She…amuses me…” that being said, Shane could hardly refuse, especially when she watched Carmen lick the girl’s cheek like a kitten. However, Carmen was not really asking for she didn’t even wait for the answer. Launching herself at the girl, and biting into her neck, the delightful moans as she fed and drank the girl’s blood. Brandi was too horrified to scream. She was a blood doll for Shane, but not a woman like Carmen, whom she had looked down on. She tried to fight it, but Carmen was too strong.
Shane let go of Brandi’s hair and chuckled darkly. “Then, she is all yours.” Knowing it was a bad idea to touch her while he fed. He could do that all he wanted when she had finished.
Brandi struggled at first, body wracked with pain but then a strange sort of Euphoria stole over her and she slowly began to go limp in Carmen’s arms. Growling in satisfaction, Carmen released her victim, licking the remaining blood from her teeth and lips, panting hard as if she had just finished running a marathon.
Her eyes snapped open and focused on Shane, staring at him, accessing him. She smirked.
“Delicious!” she whispered.
Shane then felt it safe or so he thought, to approach her. She was licking the remaining blood off her teeth and lips, and Shane grinned when she looked upon him approvingly and growled the word, “Delicious.”
He curled a finger under her chin, and attempted to raise her head to stare at him, as he took her in.
“This is what you were destined to be…and at my side.”
“This is what you were destined to be…and at my side.”
“Equals.” she murmured, taking his hand into her own. Without a thought, she pulled his thumb into the warm recess of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the digit, gently scraping her teeth across the skin. She kept her eyes focused on his the whole time as Brandi moaned at their feet. She drew off his finger with a little growl.
“I can keep her, yes?” she wondered, her voice tinged with a growl that was partly sexual, as she breathed across the skin of his fingers.
“I can keep her, yes?”
“Eh….oh go on. I can imagine you will have a certain element of fun breaking her in to your desires and needs.” But then he winked at her. “All I ask is if I can watch.” He slowly withdrew his thumb from her lips and dragged it across her cheek. He twirled around and then announced. “Second floor bedroom. I suggest you take a look. I took the liberty of…taking a few things from your apartment and having them arranged in there. On your approval of course.” He said with that smile of his. He was now interested in how she would deal with Brandi, and also her reaction to seeing her bedroom…as it used to be in her apartment.
Carmen nodded. “Good girl. You be nice to me, I’ll treat you the same. But for now…” She grabbed Brandi by the arm and tossed her into her former cell, slamming the door closed with a satisfied purr.
When Shane stated he had taken some things from her apartment and installed them in one of the rooms in his house, she looked up at him in surprise. “Really?” she asked. “So sure of yourself were you?” she chuckled.
Carmen was finding this whole situation just a little surreal. She was sure reality would slap her awake very soon. But for now, she would just go with the flow, so to speak.
Eying him suspiciously, she went up the steps to the second floor and took a peek in the room he had indicated. He didn’t just bring a few things…he had brought her entire bedroom, right down to the books on the bookshelves. And she knew these things were hers because she recognized the cracked wood in the footboard. She had come home early from work one afternoon and found a masked man trying to rob her apartment. She had kicked his ass all over the room, banging his head several times on the frame until he cried uncle.
She was speechless and it showed on her face how great her shock was.
“Milo….it’s Shane Williamson. Good good. Listen, need you do to some work for me. At the hotel where I was staying with Louisa when she was murdered, we got some…footage from the hotel, of a man leaving Carmen’s apartment. I have reason to believe that it was THIS man that actually murdered my Louisa. He had opportunity and motive. Keeping tabs on her while she was at the resort.” Using his computer, he went through many hotel security images, till it came up to the one that had been waiting for Carmen outside her apartment. Increasing the size and the clarity, he then emailed it to Milo in his office. “You will be getting a photo sent through now…He is the new suspect. I want a signed…written confession that he did it. Then…it’s up to you how you dispose of him. Okay?”
The man on the other end grinned when he heard this. “How much?” There was always a price. Shane then punched in the figure and emailed that over and a few minutes later, Milo started to chuckle. “You really want this guy?” Grinning as he leaned back in his office chair, he said with conviction. “Absolutely.” The deal was struck, and if things went according to plan…Carmen would be free from suspicion, and able to return to her life. As far as Shane was concerned, that life…was with him.
Having concluded his business, he left his office and strolled up the stairs, coming in behind Carmen as she stood without word, staring at her room.
“I think I did a damn good job, don’t you?’
Carmen turned to look at him.
“When did you do this? Why did you do it? I really can’t seem to figure you out.” she observed. And that was the heart of the matter. Shane Williamson was one hell of a puzzle and she suddenly had the urge to try and solve it. She moved around the room, gently touching her personal belongings, looking in drawers and seeing all of her clothing there for her to use. Her makeup and hair products on the dresser, her dresses in the closet.
She sat down on the edge of the bed, slightly overwhelmed. “Why me?” she finally finished.
“Ah…the mother of all questions. Why you?” Shane entered her room, and idely picked up a knick knack or two, then placing it back down. Then…a side to him became exposed, the one that had made love to her, not the one she was so used too. “For as long as I have known you, you have been…a tapestry of emotions. All woven together, BUT no one could see behind it. You long for control, you look for corruption. You want respect, you want recognition. The people you want it from, don’t even give you the time of day..because a strong woman scares them to death. Their balls, actually shrivel.” At saying this he clenched a fist, to help animate his explanation. “When I came along, you saw me…as what YOU wanted to be. Powerful, respected and admired. Believe it or not, you were envious of me. So…you lashed out. Kinda found that sexy. Sure, I bit…I played along with your wit, your banter, all the while…secretly desiring you. Why…to have a woman this strong at my side…the adrenalin rush alone to tame you, to make you up to be what you dreamt to be.”
This is where he paused. His face becoming stern. “I…simply had to have you. I went as far as to enter your dreams at night. God. To see in your mind, to feel that passion. You wanted me just as bad, just…you would never admit it.”
He then closed in on her, standing above her, his chest rising and falling hard.
“You…need me. I excite you beyond your imagination, cause I do what ever I can to push your limits. Admit it. After you thought you beat me…..you probably creamed yourself.” His eyes locked on hers and didn’t move from them. “Am I right?”