Raiden was greeted by a heavy silence. He decided that plunging headfirst into his “Introduction to Blood-Sucking” spiel was the best option. The quicker, the better.
“I need to explain the rules to you. First of all, don’t believe all the myths about sunlight, because it’s perfectly fine to go out during the daytime as long as—”
Gabriel held up a hand to stop him from continuing. Exasperated, Raiden opened his mouth to speak again, but the actor beat him to the punch.
“I don’t know who put you up to this, Raiden, and I doubt you’ll even tell me—”
“What are—?”
“Or maybe you planned it yourself and didn’t even need a third party to—”
“Third party—?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. How you discovered my plans for the movie doesn’t matter, what matters is that—”
“What movie?!” Raiden yelled, unable to follow Gabriel’s train of thought. It took every last iota of self-control he possessed not to slap that disbelieving look off his creation’s face. Clearly, the new vampire was in denial.
But how can he be so blind? He has the mark to prove that it happened. His clothes are soaked in blood.
“Don’t play dumb, Raiden. How long have you been plotting this?”
He gritted his teeth in fury. “I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about, Gabriel. I’m trying to tell you the truth here. I bit you in the alley and then turned you in my car. Then I brought you back to my place so I could—”
“Do you think I’m that stupid? Do you really? Do you honestly doubt my intelligence that much? You know, if you wanted to turn down my proposition so badly, all you had to do was tell me politely over the phone that you had no interest whatsoever in working with me.” Gabriel was breathing heavily. His nostrils flared. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble to convince me that you’re a deranged lunatic who has absolutely no qualms about inflicting severe physical and emotional pain. You could have just said NO!”
He ripped the bandage from his neck and threw it on the floor. Raiden watched in a daze of disbelief as Gabriel fingered the fading bite mark that now resembled nothing more than a severe, slightly perforated hickey.
Wow, he healed even faster than I did.
Gabriel’s tentative exploration of the wound ceased. His body started to shake. Raiden quickly changed tactics to regain control of the situation.
“Gabriel, listen to me,” he pleaded. “You’re a vampire now, I’m telling—”
“If you say something like that one more time, I’m contacting the police.” Gabriel bolted toward the door of Raiden’s apartment. Without turning around, he added, “I’m going to call my bodyguard now, and then I’m going to wait in the lobby for him to pick me up. Your bandmates and staff are lucky they aren’t here to witness my wrath! If you even so much as attempt to touch my sleeve, I’ll scream at the top of my lungs and wake up your entire apartment complex.”
Raiden cursed under his breath. Seemingly, Gabriel would not come out of denial any time soon. After a couple of bloodless days and nights, however…
“Are you going to tell anyone what happened?”
Gabriel stared him with something between fear and hate. “I never want to think about this night ever again for as long as I live. If I never see your face or hear your name again, it will be entirely too soon.”
“I’m guessing you don’t want your dirty clothes back,” Raiden snapped, covering his dismay with sarcasm.
You’ll be seeing my face much sooner than you think.
“I’d rather cut off my dick and eat it,” Gabriel growled. Disgust swathed his tone. “And don’t expect me to return these rags of yours.” He gestured at the borrowed clothes he wore. “Once I get home, I’m burning them. And in the morning, I’m getting tested for diseases. If you gave me anything—any virus—I’ll destroy you.”
The confusion in his eyes conflicted with his threatening tone of voice. Raiden knew Gabriel’s stint with denial would not last long.
He sneered. “I’d like to see you try.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Gabriel snarled. “Nothing would give me greater satisfaction than mounting your head on a stick. Thanks for dinner, asshole.”
He fumbled with the many locks on Raiden’s front door—and opened it with such force, a huge blast of air hit him directly in the face. The singer stifled a snicker at Gabriel’s perplexed expression. Don’t know your own strength, huh? Just wait and see how many fun new tricks you can do.
“You’ll be back,” Raiden whispered in a voice too faint for human ears.
Gabriel paused just long enough for Raiden to know he had heard the remark. Then he slammed the door shut.
Chuckling, Raiden locked up. Making his way back to the couch, he picked up Gabriel’s discarded items of clothing. He fingered the splashes of gore on the garments and felt a stabbing regret. Swallowing hard, he rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower at full force, hoping to drown his random attack of emotions. The scent of blood lingered: hazy, seductive. His guilt dissolved into lust. Before long, Raiden succumbed to the blood’s allure. He furiously groped his aching cock, biting Gabriel’s bloody shirt to stifle his groans of pleasure and shame.
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