Longest Days (The Firsts) by C.L. Quinn Page A

missing.  It was a total turn-on.  Fully erect, he pushed into the girl, who would have cried out, but he compelled her mute.  He kept his eye on Tamesine, who did the same, and then came forward to strike hard and fast at the girl’s throat while he was riding her.   Damn, this was good!   He put his hand on Tamesine’s head as he watched her feed and shot into the strongest orgasm he’d ever had.
    Tamesine wiped the blood off her chin and pushed him off the girl. 
    “You drink now, and let me.”
    He wondered what she meant and was surprised when she got down and began tonguing the girl.  The girl began to groan and writhe as he tried to drink from her throat.  He’d barely gotten enough when her body spasmed in orgasm.  Tamesine sat up, wiping her mouth.
    “Everybody should have a good time!”
    She got off the ground.  “I like pussy,” she explained.  She began to aggressively brush off her dress, then looked up and tilted her head.  She just stared, didn’t speak for several minutes while he sealed the girl’s wounds.   Alvin looked up at the sexy, crazy vampire above him.
    “Come with me,” she said abruptly, and walked away toward the busy street.
    Oh, hell yes!  He turned to the girl and told her to dress quickly.  “You will go home, bathe, and feel very good.  You will not remember me, this woman, or anything that happened here tonight.”   She scrambled away and grabbed her bundle of clothes to run to the front of the yard as far away from him as she could get.  He smiled.  She’d be okay.  Now, to follow the loony vamp and find out what the hell her deal was.
    Tamesine was already past the markets and heading down to the beach.  She broke into vampire speed and nearly lost him.  But when she slowed down and stopped to bury her feet in the warm sand, he was right behind her.  First bloods could move much faster than average vampires, but he’d kept up enough and did not lose her.  Umm.  She loved warm sand between her toes.  The sun had dropped less than an hour ago and the slightly damp sand had retained the heat.
    She watched him walk up.
    “Not too bad, vampire Alvin.  You almost kept up with me.  That isn’t easy.  Of course, you know I could outrun you if I really wanted to.”
    He watched her squeeze her bare toes into the sand the way a child would.
    “I bet you could.  Why is that?”
    “Oh, I’m special.  I bet you’ve never met anyone like me before.”
    “I bet I haven’t.  So, I’d love to know.  You said you are first blood.  What does that mean?”
    She giggled.  It was charming in an unsettling way.  She was stunning, obviously very powerful, sexy, yet with a childlike naiveté.  It was too odd.
    Tamesine laid down on the sand and started to make a pattern with her arms and legs.
    “Sand angels!  Come on, make one with me!”
    He just watched.  Damn, she was nuts.  But that didn’t mean he couldn’t use her.
    “I just like watching you do it.  It’s quite sexy.”
    “I know!”  She sat up and stared at him again.  “You’re strange for a vampire.  Usually you guys are huge, but you’re kind of small.  Sort of geeky.  Why is that?”
    It didn’t miss his notice that she’d repeated his own words back to him.  “I’m smaller, yes, not quite the bulging muscles most men gain when converting.  I don’t know why.  I fought the conversion.  Maybe that was it.”
    “Why would you do that?  Being vampire is way better than human.”
    He sucked air through his teeth.  Vampires were abominations!   He thought of his failed attempt to begin their destruction last year.  Didn’t mean he gave up, he just had to reassess. 
    “I was in an accident, badly injured, with my wife.  We were dying.  She begged a vampire she had known for several years to save our lives and I agreed to be changed.   She wanted him to convert me first, then after he had begun the process, and started on her, she got frightened and made