Vampire King’s Little Killer

Bugging out:

Britsh Army slang – To move away from your current location very quickly (often under fire) because your position has been compromised by the enemy.

Tessa

Finding a new place was my first plan after getting my little black book from my secret hiding place a couple of blocks away from my apartment building. But first, I took my time having a late lunch at a nearby diner and called Chad telling him about what happened to my apartment.

“Yup, I’m telling you the note said three months then someone is going to off me,” I was fishing, trying to listen to the change in his voice cause I don’t trust anyone, not even Chad. He’s my handler, and he knew people and his name was still on my list of suspects. Oh yeah, I made a list while waiting for the maid service earlier, I also had a bag packed for an overnight stay or two, maybe even three depending on how quickly I can get a new discreet place.

Finding a new hideout wouldn’t be difficult, I have several fake IDs. But still, someone might know my guy who makes the fake IDs. I decided to take my car after sweeping it for a tracker, throwing my bags, and stuffing in the passenger seat then I started driving into the late afternoon traffic.

My mind still thinks it was too weird if I go to Nero’s apartment, somehow my gut telling me that I was safe there and that he was a different kind of dangerous. The one that doesn’t want to kill me, or… probably because he had given me the best orgasm. Yup, definitely biased.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

That was why I was checking into a little mountain hideaway using the ID that I pickpocketed from the diner and paying in cash. Yup, I also got my emergency cash stash along with the black book. It’ll probably take a while for the mom of three from the diner to notice that her ID was gone. Surely, she wouldn’t think much about it since her toddlers were keeping her busy for the next couple of years.

I was feeling the thrill as I smiled and entered the little cozy cottage, this was the first time that I needed to hide. The first time that someone might be after me and the excitement was getting to me. Huh, I didn’t know that I’d feel giddy from receiving a death note.

Three months, hmm… so many days, so many hours, surely I would solve the mystery of who wants me dead by then. In the meantime, I sent out a picture of my previous ransacked apartment and a picture of the death note and send it to Chad.

“Tell the boss I won’t be reachable in the next few weeks. I need to bug out and solve this thing and return the favor.”

“Alright, do what you need to do.”

That was all it take for me to uproot my life to wherever I want. Well, my old apartment will still be there, and utilities will be paid automatically. I should be able to go back there in a couple of weeks. I turned off my phone and went back to the garage to change the license plate of my car. I was wise enough to buy an inconspicuous car, and I know it’ll blend perfectly in traffic.

It was dark outside when I was done with picking up dinner and buying groceries, I also bought pens and stuff since I was bugging out with a plan. And when I saw the wall in the spare bedroom, I know I need to cover it with names, hence the post it. I was feeling Sherlocky and not the detective one, more like the psycho one where I need to clear names from my list and do things my way, a certain kind of way to my liking. The goal is to find who would want me dead.

I took a quick shower and changed into my pajamas, the air was a bit cold though I’ve adjusted the thermostat and I’m guessing it’ll only get colder at night. But the trees and the forest behind the cabin would provide a perfect running ground should someone lied and decided they wanted to kill me before the three months mark. I still didn’t get why three months. do they need to build the guts to kill me? was the three months an anniversary of someone that I killed before? was the three months meaning they were waiting for someone to get out of jail?

So many possibilities.

I grinned and start putting post-it on the wall. Okay, maybe I watched too many crime shows but aside from discovery and history channel, the gory ones do get me excited. Well, I did get excited about hospital drama for a while when I was younger, I even wanted to be a doctor but it turns out it was because I like slicing skin and watching as the blood sipped out of their veins.

My dinner was on the bedside table, neglected as I spread my supplies on the queen-size bed and put highlights on the post-it on the wall. Three-fucking-months. I can do this. I took a big bite of my gooey cheesy burger and groaned when the cheese melt into my taste buds.

“Everything is better with cheese.”

The next hour I spent pacing in front of the wall while taking notes, eating, and drinking the red wine I bought earlier. My big black blook was open on the bed, post it everywhere and I was feeling giddy when I took the last bite of my fries, the burger was long gone since it was too good with too much cheese. I did make a mental note to go back to the small restaurant tomorrow for the same menu. I’d probably bought three or five and shove them in the fridge, another mental note was to get up early in the morning for my run, definitely need to burn off the cheeseburger, and while doing so venturing around the neighborhood forest and neighbors.

When sleepiness hits I moved to the master bedroom and lay back under the covers, close my eyes, and dream about my wrist-sucking vampire.

“What the fuck?” I got up abruptly in the middle of a dream. I was horny and out of breath after dreaming of Nero sucking on my blood.

I looked at the clock on the wall showing me that it was four in the morning. It was a dream, get a hold of yourself, Tessa. I was probably too horny from all the excitement yesterday.

But still, I slid my hand under my panties and feel my wet pussy, and cursed lowly. I let out a moan when my fingers trail my needy pussy and finish off what my dream had started moments earlier. It didn’t take long for me to reach my climax, imagining his hand on me, his kisses, his strong hold on my neck, then lastly the way his mouth latched onto my neck and the way his teeth felt like they punctured my skin and he started sucking my blood…

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

I came hard, so fucking hard that my moans filled the empty room as my breaths slow down like I’d given myself the best orgasm in years.

Damn.