Rock n Roll Promises (YAE) (Rock n Roll Paraphantasy Series) (6 page)

She looked his way when he spoke and watched
him walk around the kitchenette, gathering
ingredients for their drinks.

He has quite the arsenal of bottles back there.

She leaned on her toes to catch a glance at his
backside as he bent over to retrieve a blender.
Ooh, that’s nice, too. My, he’s a handsome catch.
He's the whole package. Good looking in the face,
charming personality, and a nice ass.

“Virgin margarita with a sunrise chaser
.
” She
rolled her eyes to his face when he turned around.
Ha ha, didn’t notice I was checking him out. It is
embarrassing when I get caught.

“Virgin margarita with a sunrise chaser coming
right up. You know, you don’t have to stand all
night, You can sit on the couch or here at the bar.”

To tease him more, she walked to the set of small
puff chairs that sat in a section between the fountain
part of the room and living area. She lay on her
stomach across the small sofa, legs crossed in the
air and aware her dress barely covered her cheeks.
His voiced sounded from the kitchen.

“See the table desk behind you? It’s really a
stereo. If you will lift the lid and turn on some
music that would be nice.”

Turning her frame, she spied the radio. “Oh,
sure.”

Her boots clinked against the hard wood as she
crossed the room. She pushed the lid up, her finger
pressed the on button and “Superstition” by Stevie
Wonder vibrated the speakers.

I like this one.
She turned the dial to the right and raised the
volume. Her fingers snapped and she moved her
feet and her body, swaying to the tempo of the
music. High stepping, tapping the tip of her toes,
and hands clapping in the air, she danced her way to
him.

“Dance with me.” She reached out and grabbed
his hand, pulling him close, so they could dance.

Her hands at her side, feet in place, she bumped
his hips with hers as they moved to the music.
Three songs later, she felt as if she had been in
sauna. The dancing left her winded. Laughing
aloud, she waved her hand in front of her face as if
it were a fan and then walked to the couch to sit
down.

“Whew, it’s hot in here now.”

 

“You ready for your beverage? I have it in a
chilled glass.”

 

“Oh yes.”

With her hand on the top of the couch, she
watched him walk around the bar to grab their
drinks. One hand held her glass and the other held a
bottle of mix. The glass clinked on the table when
he set them down in front of her. She grabbed the
cold mug and chills swam up her arm, instantly
cooling her. The slushy liquid slid down her throat
and chilled the inside of her skull. Her eyes
squeezed shut and her hand covered her face.

“Ow, brain freeze.” She set the glass on the table.

She felt his warm hand upon her face when he
reached over and rubbed her forehead. Her head felt
light and dizzy, and she slowly closed her eyes as he
moved in close and kissed her. Heat building once
more, it webbed its way through her, just under the
skin, leaving it sensitive to the slightest touch. She
placed one hand on his face and the other on his
back as she let him lower her onto the couch.

“Let’s Get It On” By Marvin Gaye
boomed from
the speakers. She couldn’t help but laugh.
How fitting…and corny.
She felt him pull away, and she knew she would
have to explain when she saw the confused look
upon his face.
“It’s not you, I swear. Listen to what’s playing.”

She watched his face. His eyes closed and he
shook his head slightly and laughed a bit as it sank
in. Her heart dropped just a little at the prospect of
ruining the evening. She followed his movements
and sat up, placing her feet on the floor.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“No, you didn’t hurt my feelings. You just
surprised me, that’s all. In a good way, I guess. I
have never met anyone like you.”
“What do you mean, in a good way?”

“Most women think that song plays when they
are ready to…. Well, they think it’s romantic or a
sign for marriage and family, but you laughed.”

“I’m just different, I guess. I’m twenty-one years
old and not ready to do the wife and family thing. I
just thought given what we were doing when that
song played…I just thought it was a bit funny.”

“I agree. It is almost like someone was standing
in the room pointing out the obvious.”

 

“Yes, exactly. Now playing before…maybe
while you were dancing or something…”

 

“How about a drink while we are up for air?”

 

“Far out, sounds great.”

 

She looked over at him as he pulled a small tin
from his pocket.

 

“Shall we get this party going?”
****

She lay on her back, body sprawled on the
couch, as she enjoyed the sensation. Her skin felt
sensitive and the fine hairs along her body seemed
to sway back and forth. The slightest touch sent
tingling vibrations racing through her. Her body
twitched as he lightly ran a feather along her skin,
stimulating all of her. Body heat rising and her
excitement almost through the roof, she grabbed
him and pulled him down to her.

Moans vibrated her throat as his teeth gently
scraped down her neck. His hands, smooth and
caressing, ran the length of her chest and down.

With her frame wrapped tight in his grip, he
carried her through the house to a bedroom. She
bounced a few times when he dropped her onto the
bed. Weight on her elbows, she teasingly crawled
backward and giggled. He followed along and
stalked her across the large bed. With her back
against the headboard, she stopped.

Trapped.
She hurriedly scrambled under the covers.
Playful laughter escaped her and filled the room.

The blankets flew off in an instant and landed
somewhere on the floor. Her back against the wall
she covered herself in mock horror.

He started at her toes and snaked his way up her
body. She crumpled onto the bed in a frenzied heap.
Her neck in the grip of his mouth, he sucked at the
skin, and her neck burned as when sank his fangs.
Chapter 6

Her head lolled from side to side and her eyes
fluttered as she tried to awaken. Slowly she entered
back into reality. Her senses returned one by one.
She opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings
as she lay on a bed in a darkened room. Small
amounts of light penetrated the area around the
curtains.

Who is yelling?
Her head a little fuzzy, she wondered about the
conversation she overheard in the other room.
Listening intently, she tried to make sense of it.

“What are you going to do now?”

 

“I don’t know.”

“I can’t believe you let this happen. She doesn’t
deserve this, and you know it. I warned you about
her before. I told you to leave her alone.”

“I know! I should have listened, but she just
fascinates me.”

 

“They all fascinate you!”

Is that jack from the bar Sebastian is arguing
with? Are they talking about me? Oh no, he must
have told him about last night.

She threw the covers back and softly slid off the
bed.
There has to be a light in here somewhere.
She crept across the carpet, arms out, zombie
style, in search of the closest wall and a light
switch. Her fingers ran along the wall until she felt
a smooth surface under her hand.
Aha!
As she flipped the switch, light erupted
throughout the room and temporarily blinded her.
With her arm shielding her eyes, she peeked passed
her eyelids and searched for her clothes. She hazily
noticed the dark walls and the dark furniture, but it
was the scene on the bed that sent her into panic
mode. The cream satin sheets were splashed with
crimson.
What happened in here? Oh my God, whose
blood is that?
Her heart starring in a drum line, rapidly beat in
her chest as she frantically searched herself for
injuries. She noted her body ached, but she found
nothing. There were no cuts, no broken bones, and
certainly no holes or gashes to equal that amount of
blood loss. Her head popped up, she crossed the
room to the vanity and stared into the mirror. Her
hair was matted to her head, her eyes were still
puffy from sleep, and her skin looked a bit pale.
She found it a second later. Her heart and her
breath stuck in her throat, choking the life from her,
as fear held her in a tight grip. She leaned closer to
her reflection to inspect the blood on her neck and
right shoulder. Her hands pulled and tugged at the
skin, but no marks showed
.
She broke out in a cold
sweat.
No evidence of a cause
.
She licked her fingers and ran it across the stain
upon her neck. It wiped clean away showing perfect
undamaged skin. She was afraid and confused. Her
mind went into a tailspin as she tried to figure it out.
She recounted her evening, searching for a clue.
Piece by piece, the picture formed.
The bar…Sebastian…limo…drinks…bedroom…
no it can’t be. There has to be another explanation.
Her eyes darted around the room searching for
her dress to no avail. She ran to the closet and
yanked it open. Rummaging through the clothes,
she found a long, white button-up shirt. She
snatched it off the hanger. As she worked the
buttons and covered her nudity, she listened for the
voices outside the door.
They are still there and still arguing. I don’t want
to get in the middle of what they are yelling about,
but I have to know what happened. Obviously that’s
not my blood all over the bed, but it belongs to
someone. I have heard of people doing and seeing
some weird things, but this…this is just crazy.
Running on pure adrenaline, she walked to the
door and prepared herself. She took three deep
breaths and tried to keep her breathing even. Unsure
of its cause, be it fear, the rush of adrenaline, or
both, her body shook and she couldn’t stop it. Her
eyes closed and she tried to focus on the need for
answers. She failed.
With her back to the wall, she slid to the floor.
She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her
arms around them. Her head hung as she cried. The
flood gates opened and tears streamed down her
face as she shook from her uncontrollable sobs. She
couldn’t get a firm grip on her emotions. The blood
on the bed scared her, but the thought of whom it
belonged to and how it got there terrified her.
What did we do? He seemed so nice. Who else
joined us in that bed? Why is there so little blood on
me and so much on the sheets? Was I just there and
not really a part of it? Did something happen while
I slept?
She jumped and crawled away when Sebastian
flung open the door. Her back hit the dresser and
she had nowhere else to go. His towering frame
advanced. She felt her heart burst to life wildly in
her neck. Her eyes searched the room, frantically
looking for an escape route.
Cornered.
His reaction caught her attention and confusion
struck her mind. He dropped to his knee and his
face wore a look of concern and regret. One hand
slowly stretched out as one would do with a strange
animal to let it know no harm was meant.

“Anna, it’s OK, I’m not going to hurt you.”

 

“What happened? Whose blood is on my neck
and dried in my hair?”

Her head jerked to the side as someone else burst
into the room. Jack looked ticked off when he
looked at the man on the floor but concerned and
hurt when his eyes met hers. She glanced back to
Sebastian. His attention turned to the man behind
him. Survival instincts pushed her into high gear.
She jumped to her feet as fast as a bullet and ran out
the bedroom door, taking them both by surprise.
She spied the front door, two feet away.

I hope I never see him again.
Hope had reached the surface only to be
shattered like glass as Sebastian sped past her and
blocked the door. She stopped her advance and
glared at him. Her chest heaved and her body shook
even more.
Netted again. Dang, I’m starting to feel like a
caged animal here.
She smelled Jack standing near the fountain
behind her. Sebastian spoke first.

“Anna, let me explain, please. I promise you are
not in danger.”

 

“Don’t lie to the poor girl.”

 

She watched his eyes glance from her to Jack
and back before he continued.

 

“Fine! You are not in danger from me.”

 

“Now she’s not.”

 

“Jack, will you shut up? You are not helping.
Anna, please, have a seat on the couch and I will
explain everything. Would you like some coffee?”

In a huff, she stormed to the sofa and dropped
down. “Looks like I don’t have a choice. If I say yes
to the coffee, are you going to spike it with
anything?”

“Only French Vanilla, unless you want
something stronger.”

 

“No, that’s fine.” She pulled the small pillow in
her lap.

 

“Jack, for heaven’s sake, sit down! She is
nervous enough.”

 

“And why is that? She’s scared to death and
that’s your fault.”

She turned her head his direction “Jack, I would
feel better if you weren’t hovering like a ghost over
there.”

She looked back at Sebastian as he stomped to
the kitchenette in a huff of his own. Scared and
nervous, she watched them both suspiciously. Her
eyes rolled to Jack as he got close and sat in the
chair across from her. Tension crawled across her
skin as if ants on parade. Paranoia seemed to stalk
her as the unknown stretched on. Jack’s voice, soft
and tender, grabbed her attention.

“Are you OK? I mean physically? I know you
are terrified.”

 

“I didn’t find any injuries, if that’s what you
mean.”

Sebastian rounded the couch with three mugs of
coffee and sat next to her. She grabbed the hot mug
when he offered it to her. She cautiously scooted to
the end of the couch, away from Sebastian. She
noticed the hurt expression on his face when she
did, but acted as if she hadn’t seen it.