Blood Scar, chapter 3
Date: 8/8/01 5:59:31 PM
Central Daylight Time
From: Beverly LaCroix
Chapter Three
A Hunger So Deadly
He heard her before she approached, her heart was beating wildly, and
he smelled something that sickened him. It wasn't the rosewater, it was
something else. She had it in her hand, and she was going to use it as a
weapon against him.
Releasing Quentin, not yet feeding, he was becoming enraged, when she
approached and saw him with Quentin. She pulled out the crucifix, and she
didn't realise he had disappeared.
Screaming, she dropped the crucifix, he had materialized behind her,
grabbing her around the throat, and his low laughter caused her heart to
beat faster, and her blood was rushing through her veins like a river. He
could almost see it, and he could smell its coppery scent intermingled
with her fear. It was exciting him, and he was going to have her, when
Quentin pulled him off her.
In a movement that couldn't be detected by the human eye, Morgan hit
Quentin hard across the face, and Quentin fell on the ground, his nose
beginning to bleed. Morgan could smell the blood, it was inflaming him. He
could feel himself becoming hard.
He walked slowly, catlike, seductively to the woman, and pulled her
into his forbidden embrace. He kissed her softly, and she tried not to
return the kiss, but it was useless. He was holding her now, whispering
soothing words into her hair. He pulled away from her, holding her at arm
length, and looked at her, studying her face, and saw naked desire,
coupled with need.
"Dr. Hoffman, I want you, and I need you badly." Morgan whispered
sensually.
Julia tried to embrace him, but he held her at arms length, and said,
"no. You have to want me also. I won't force you. Say it." Morgan said.
Looking at him, he could see the conflict going on in her mind,
weighing what she was about to do, and maybe a feeling of betrayal, then
she whispered the words, "I want you, Morgan."
He pulled her to him, kissed her softly, then deepened the kiss into a
long hard passionate kiss. He felt her response, he could feel her trying
to get closer to him, her nipples hardened, wanting more from him.
Breaking the kiss, his hands on each side of her head, kissing her lightly
down the side of her jaw, coming to the carotid, he had to force himself
not to rip into the vein.
He felt Julia shiver with anticipation, and that movement sent him over
the edge, and he took her violently, drinking greedily, pleasure shot
through him consuming him, the hunger diminishing, the pain leaving, and
Julia's response to him was as powerful as his was to her. Grasping her to
him, trying to hold her so tight they would become one. Visions of her
need was almost as consuming as his own need. He sucked greedily, and he
wanted her as a man wants a woman. He took her hand and placed it on his
erection, but something was wrong. Her hand was limp. Oh no, god no, his
mind screamed, as he disengaged his fangs from her, and the lifeless woman
fell to his feet.
"Morgan, my god, what have you done?" Quentin now conscious, questioned
the fledgling vampire.
"Get away from me, Quentin!" Morgan raged in a voice so primal, and so
frightening that Quentin stepped away, the fallen Julia forgotten.
Morgan enjoyed the look of fear he saw in Quentin's eyes, and realized
he was still hungry, and needed to experience the heady feeling of power
that the blood had given him.
"Morgan?" Quentin questioned, approaching the vampire, determined not
to be afraid of Morgan, who appeared to be out of his mind with blood
lust.
"Yes, Quentin." Morgan answered, fangs descending, blood smeared across
his mouth.
He was so sensual, and the quiet voice in which Morgan had answered was
hypnotic, and Quentin knew what Morgan was intending, and was determined
not to be ensnared again by this out-of-control fledgling.
Quentin smiled with satisfaction, noting the confused look on Morgan's
face, when Quentin had laughed a low laugh, approaching him slowly, then
he pulled the forgotten crucifix, and Morgan screamed, and begin to run,
and found himself facing Barnabas, and he couldn't move.
