Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Henry’s condo was a hive of activity on Saturday. While his friends all promised to let him rest on Friday after returning from Washington, they began arriving at his place Saturday morning from ten onwards. He was soon hosting the same group he’d had at his house warming party, the only exceptions being Kali, Yuko, and Jun. This time the guests brought the food and drinks.

He was pleased to see Siobhan and curious about the mirrored sunglasses she slipped on the moment she entered. When he gestured to them, she just smiled and patted his chest as she walked by into the living room.

He was asked to recount his side of the events in Washington, and that’s where Henry had a problem. His mind shied away from the memories of what happened to him as they were chaotic and horrifying. He wasn’t sure he could share them. He remembered too well, but the images in his mind were difficult to examine too closely.

So, he gave a sanitized version of the story, omitting the horrors, covering his run back through the Mall, and waking in the hospital. As his friends kept arriving, he was asked to give his story repeatedly until he finally begged Mahati to take over that duty for him.

He saw Roy watching him, so he wondered if he’d slipped up during the retelling. Roy’s sharp mind caught things like that.

When Meixiu arrived with Sigrid, he greeted them at the front door and immediately noticed how low the Vampire’s energy level was and insisted on feeding her.

“I did not wish to bother you so soon after your troubles in Washington,” she said timidly.

Sigrid looked at her in concern. “What were you doing that used up so much energy?”

Meixiu looked embarrassed. “I met two of my kind two nights ago. I may have shown off a little when I left them.”

“You met other Vampires? Why didn’t you tell me?” Sigrid asked in annoyance.

Meixiu turned to her in frustration. “I planned to, then Henry went missing, and I was embarrassed by how I used up all my energy.”

Henry wrapped his arms around the Vampire with her back to his chest and lifted his wrist to her face.

Meixiu’s face flushed as she enjoyed being in Henry’s arms so much, but a feeding was very intimate, and Sigrid was still standing before her.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“Could… could we have a little privacy?” she asked quietly, and Sigrid snorted in frustration and left to join the others in the living room.

Meixiu pressed her lips to Henry’s wrist and paused as something was significantly different. His skin was new. The spot she’d previously fed from would not have scarred, but there was always a tiny amount of dimpling or thickening at the site. Henry had none of these signs on his wrist. She was intimately aware of the nature of skin due to her diet, and she could tell immediately that the skin on his arm was like a newborn’s, free of any sign of aging, use, or abuse. Her hunger stopped her from spending more time on this oddity. She numbed his wrist and bit gently. She managed three small swallows and suddenly felt lightheaded from a surge of energy. She just managed to seal the bite before she slumped in his arms, unconscious.

He lifted her easily and carried her to the bedroom once more. This was becoming a thing. Sigrid was immediately at his bedroom door as he closed it.

“What happened?” she asked in concern.

“I don’t know. She’d barely started when she passed out. I think she really overdid it when she drained herself,” he suggested. “She’s resting now, but I’ll check on her in a little while.”

He took Sigrid’s hands in his and looked into her lovely blue eyes. “I’m so sorry about messing up our plans again. We’ll have a date night this week. I promise.”

Those beautiful eyes blinked at him in surprise, then her cheeks flushed. Unable to resist how adorable she looked, Henry dipped forward and kissed her.

“Mmmmm!” she purred as the kiss went on.

When he pulled back, he heard several gasps from the living room. Sigrid smiled blissfully, then she saw his tense expression and noticed the noises from the next room. She took Henry’s hand and drew him after her.

The TV was on, and everyone was staring at it in shock. On the screen was a shaky and grainy video of the dramatic storm over Washington’s National Mall. Someone there that night had a functioning cell phone and managed to get a movie of the clouds battling. The scene showed the wide bolts of lightning from the two enormous clouds shooting straight down, then leaping diagonally to strike a dark shape on the lawn… for far longer than normal lightning lasted.

The amateur video was shot a long distance from the impact zone. The network news channel was zooming in, which did nothing to improve the sharpness.

The reporter’s voice came over the video as they started the clip once more in slow motion. “The dark shape seen in the center of the lightning appears to be the size and shape of a man. Here at the beginning, you can see he seems to be standing. By the end, he’s prone on the ground, in what looks like a fetal position.”

Henry was shaking as his mind drew him back to the moment. He didn’t have any clear memories of when he was the focal point of the bolts. A sharp burst of pain, then his nerves were overwhelmed. He hadn’t known how bad it was until he saw himself through the eyes of the young Silver Person.

Because he had no eyes of his own. A tremor shook his body.

“Henry? What’s wrong?” Sigrid asked as she felt his grip tighten and his trembling.

Roy looked away from the TV to examine him. He stood and walked over to stand before the younger man.

“This is you, isn’t it. This is what you weren’t telling us,” he asked gently.

Henry couldn’t speak as his lips were trembling too much. He looked up into Roy’s eyes and saw the man’s concern. Henry stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the big redhead and felt himself being squeezed by Roy’s arms. The tears came then as the horror he’d been holding at bay finally got loose. Roy held him as Henry’s shaking became violent, and his silent crying became sobs.

Sigrid looked to Camila and Marisa then they all looked to Mahati, who was staring back at Henry in shock. Obviously, she knew nothing of what he’d actually gone through.

Mary was confused and looked to Tish. “I don’t get it. The guy in that lightning storm can’t be Henry.” Tish shook her head, then watched Henry with tears in her eyes.

“It’s impossible! I’ve seen what happens to someone who’s accidentally touched high voltage. I’ve responded to calls at accident scenes. This,” Mary gestured to the TV, “This wouldn’t leave anything left.”

Roy glared at Mary as he felt the impact her words had on the shaken man in his arms. She swallowed her next words apologetically.

The news program had switched to an at-the-scene interview with a woman with two young kids and two young men standing nearby. “He was glowing as electricity jumped all over his body,” she gushed. “I was frightened of him at first, but he just seemed to want to protect my children.”

Henry twitched again, and Roy looked over to Camila and nodded.

“His eyes freaking glowed from within, man, and he commanded us to bring them to safety. We grabbed the kids, and I’ve never run so fast in my life!”

“Can we turn that off, please?” Roy asked. Camila was closest to the remote and pressed the power button.

Henry released his death grip on Roy and stepped back. He glanced up. “Sorry,” he said and accepted a tissue from Sandy. He wiped his eyes as he steadied his breathing.

“It’s okay. Can you tell us what happened?” Roy asked calmly.

Henry looked around at the gathered people. His friends, his new family, the people he’d come back from death to be with.

Camila, Marisa, and Sigrid looked like they were seconds from rushing to him to pull him into a hug.

His eyes caught Mahati’s look of distress and gave her a small, trembling smile, which seemed to ease her expression somewhat.

Tish, Sandy, Dayshia, and Mary, their eyes full of concern and confusion, this… stuff still so alien to their Human perceptions.

“I need to sit down,” he said, and Mahati moved over on the couch to let him join her and Tish. He sat between them and took a shaky breath.