1. Unexpected


    Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Supernatural, Author: eve_mercurio, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    I walk over to my bike, bypassing drunks, after having said farewell to my co worker before heading home. It was her turn to close tonight at the bar and I was exhausted. “Smile for me, baby!" a man yells out across from the parking lot. My middle finger flies up in response before I ignite the engine and drive out of the parking lot. A few minutes later, and a few backroads later, I enter the usual quiet inside my home. I suppose most people would be going to sleep now but I had another agenda. I had promised a friend of mine that I would make her a potion for her husband’s receding hairline. “Why hello darling. I think its quite past your bedtime," a deep voice says, startling me from the shadows. “Daniel. What a pleasant surprise,” I hiss back in response. I take off my jacket and set my things down in the kitchen before pulling out a bottle of scotch and another of brandy. I knew I shouldn’t have invited him over a couple years ago. Now he had entry whenever he pleased. “Sarcastic as ever,” he chuckles before stepping out of the darkness. His dark hair and golden eyes and chiseled frame from head to toe are mesmerizing. It could easily make even Apollo jealous. I can’t help but smile. In truth, I had missed his company. “What exactly are you here for? To share a drink?” I wink before handing him a glass of brandy, while I took the one with the scotch. “Something like that," he steps forward, violating my personal space. “I’m actually here for a favor," he whispers. His ...
    frosty sweet breath brushes over my face and I involuntarily step back. “What type of favor?” I coyly respond, before opening the fridge and pulling out some leftovers from the day before. “You want some?” I joke, fully aware that I might as well have offered him a can of dirt, as I put some chicken and vegetables into the microwave. Daniel is a friend of mine, that went far back a couple of centuries. Being a witch has its perks. The feral look in his eyes only reminds me of what I am dealing with. “When was the last time you fed?” I ask him, suddenly cautious. Daniel had a limited food source: live blood. Witch’s blood was extremely addictive, while vampires secreted chemicals in their bite to make the feeding process enjoyable. When a vampire fed on a witch, a severe addiction could be created. Unless you were a vampire’s soul mate, it was only a matter of time before you would be dead. “That’s the favor," he replies before taking a sip of the brandy. Instantly the mood between us stiffens. My body is tense and ready to defend itself if necessary. A hungry vampire was not something to mess with. “How bad is it?” I ask. For him to ask me for blood meant true desperation. He knew the risks of the implications. Granted, he would pop up and leave every few months or so, but would at most stay for only a day or two. Was I really his first choice for help? Did he want me to lure a human to him? I had never done that before and I wasn’t sure if my conscious would allow it. “I ...
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