A sixth sense told him that he was wrong about this being Sakaer's doing. Then again, so was the fact, Carmilla was sitting in the front seat with him. He had always hated that trick. Phasing into somewhere without a sound, only scent gave them away. It was not funny when Klaus and Dylan did it and it certainly was not pleasing now.
When someone like her sat beside anyone, eyes would usually linger on their beauty be it their face or their body and lose themselves in admiration and lust. What Samuel was more interested in was the dark metal replacement for her arm.
“And to what do I owe this visit, Carmilla, Daughter of Hell's Gate.” he asked, gauging her from his seat. This was not the first time he had seen her or interacted with her but each had been for less than two minutes. And she certainly had not been just an arm's reach away from him.
“I have come with a proposal.” she announced, displaying her new arm in the light of the street lamps he zoomed by.
“And what would that be?” he inquired. He looked at his rearview mirrors, the horde had started travelling with the car and not hunting it.
“Because we are both looking for things that are in the same place.” she hummed. “To obtain that which we desire, we have to combine our resources in looking for them.”
Samuel was no fool. He knew she was looking for Rita as well as Sakaer for partially the same reasons he wanted to find both of them.
“And why should I do such a thing?” he asked grimly.
Carmilla replied to him with an unaffected tone. “Sakaer plans on turning her.” The moment that phrase was out the car screeched to a halt that would have hurtled any human out the windshield “What?!” Samuel roared.
Carmilla's tone remained the same. “He plans on conducting the ritual soon. Very soon.” She looked at him. More precisely at the swamping gold in his eyes. They told her her plan had worked. Both forms were even less trusting of her but the wolf was useful. Easier to use. Especially if one thing was involved. “So I think it is in everyone's best interest if we help each other, would you not say, Alpha Princeton. I get my traitor and you get your mate back.”
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Sakaer watched her take her seat, not the one he had pulled out though. That one was closest to him. She had no idea what was going on with her but she felt distance was key to keeping it in check for the most part, so she sat a chair away from him at the head of the table. Smart woman.
He went over and scooped some food onto her plate. He made sure to put healthy portions. It would help the serum in her system. He watched her from the corner of his eye staring at the contents of her plate suspiciously while he plated some food for himself.
He could not stop looking at her, could not stop thinking about the taste of her skin or her wet tongue against his, even though that latest interaction had only been for a few short moments. Previous memories were not helping. He needed a distraction.
Her eyes met his, watching him as he watched her. She was waiting for him to take the first bite. She still did not believe him when he said nothing was in it, well except normal ingredients.
“This,” he started, using his fork to indicate which part of the meal he was talking about, “is meat salad. In this recipe, there is chicken, beef, red onions, seasoning, pepper and spinach.”
Truth be told, he had not known what to prepare when he came back, when this dish popped into his head, he just went along with it. It had taken a few tries to get it right. “I believe you are familiar with the lasagna.” he finished.
Aside from getting something nutritious into her stomach, he hoped she actually liked the food. Sakaer dipped his fork into the lasagna, took a piece and put it in his mouth. Watching Rita while he did so and chewed. It tasted fine, definitely better than the first batch. Although it would have been better with blood. Next was the meat, he scooped that too and ate. After three minutes when nothing happened to him Rita felt certain of the food. At least he thought so before she started praying over it!
“In the name of the father and–”
Sakaer let out a hiss and dropped his fork to cover his ears. The verses sounded like head splitting noise. He saw pulsing red and the only thing on his mind was to silence the source of the noise. Before he could think, he sped over to her chair, slapped a hand over her mouth and brought his claws to her neck.
“I have already proven to you that there is nothing sinister in the food! Now stop making that infernal noise!” he commanded. He could feel her terror with his hands. It was in her shaky breath, the way she attempted to keep her neck perfectly still, the pounding of her heart.
“Will you stop?” he asked, his tone less harsher. She gave a small restrained nod. And he let her go. Rita's hand went to her throat and her terrified eyes followed him back to his seat. He could feel them and at the moment he did not care.
“We should really eat this before it gets cold.” he said, once seated. A frightened Rita took her fork in shaky hands and started eating.
Dinner became a very silent affair. Silent save for the sound of cutlery coming in contact with the ceramic plates. This was not how he planned it to go. Well, if not for anything else Rita was eating and from the looks of things she liked it. Her plate was almost gone.
“Well it looks like you are done. And so am I. What do you say we get down to that game.” he stated before drinking some water.
“Who goes first?” she asked, her voice barely up a whisper.
“Want to flip a coin?” he asked.
She turned to him. “You have one?”
He produced one from his back pocket. It was an old one, approximately three hundred years old. It had been in his possession for a while now, he practically forgot he had it. It resurfaced when he was fishing for quarters in his wallets. Pretty lucky find considering now. “Heads or tails?”
“Heads.”
“Very well.” Sakaer tossed the coin into the air. And it landed in his palm. “Tails. I go first.”
Rita remained silent.
“What is my favorite colour?”
“Umm...Blue.”
“Wrong. My favorite colour is Orange.”
“How was I supposed to know that?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Now complete your end of the bargain.”
Rita hugged and took off her stud earrings. “My turn.” she declared. “What was my favorite song when I was six?”
“Hey, no fair.” Sakaer knew the answer. Her favorite song was Barney is a dinosaur. How any child loved that creature or the other two that followed it around was something he could not understand. Those things were supposed to be dead, right?
“Go on. Answer.” she mocked
“Mickey mouse?” he lied
“Wrong.” she declared.
Without hesitation Sakaer took his shirt of and kept it on his lap. He smirked when he saw her eyes and their direction. “Eyes up here.” The way her eyes swiftly went to his face made him laugh. “What is my least favorite instrument?”
The game lasted for longer than Sakaer had thought. After ten questions were up on each side, he was surprised that Rita had guessed a good amount correctly. He let her lead by one point which left him in his briefs and her with still way too much on. After dessert, the game began again and for keeps this time. So far, she had lost four times this round and he had lost once. The consequences of losing started dawning on her and this was the last question and it was hers to give.
“What is the middle name of my great grandmother?”
Sakaer did not think even she knew this one. She was left in her bra and pants now and this was a last ditch attempt. A worthless one seeing as he would still win even if he lost this one.
“Amelia.” he answered. It was the correct answer but just as he thought, she did not know that.
“Wrong.” She declared. The irony.
Rita stared defeated into Sakaer's smirking eyes. They both knew he won She took off her pants, leaving her almost bare save for the black lace underwear. It was not just her defeat he sensed. He sensed her fear. And thanks to the serum, lust that had been tempting him from the moment he walked in here with her.
The air between them was tense, thick and heavy. He got up from his chair and Rita bolted out of hers. He loved the chase like any other before him but he was done with chasing. It was time to catch. He motioned left and she bolted right. He went after her and it took all of twenty seconds to have her trapped between his chest and his arms. Her front to his.
He kissed and licked her neck while she struggled. He moved up to the back of her ear and trailed his tongue over it. Her struggling stopped and she moaned. The sound of sent fire to his cock. He smiled, just like he remembered.
His hands went to her thighs and lifted her up to hook her legs on his hips. The only thing separating them were two thin pieces of fabric. How he wanted them both gone and for nothing to stop him from entering her hot core. Instead he brought his lips down on hers but she denied him entrance. Sakaer bit down gently on her lower lip and Rita gasped in shock which gave him the opening he needed. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and she fought him until she melted. Her arms wound themselves around his neck and she tightened her legs around him. She grinded on him, slow at first then fast and hard. He moaned in her mouth and grinded into her with same fervor in response.
He left her mouth to pay attention to the straps of her lacy bra still rocking against her. He managed to snap one strap with his teeth and was rewarded by her breast spilling out, her dark nipple standing at attention. He thought to claim it with his mouth when a scream tore through the night. Strong. Shrill. The sound sent Rita's hair standing on end. And out of their lust filled haze She turned her head towards the direction of the scream. it was abrupt in its arrival and in its end. The empty space then filled by an eerie silence.
Sakaer looked towards the direction of the scream. Those damned idiots!
Rita turned back sharply to him, eyes brimming with first, confusion. Then, shock and lastly, fear. Fighting did not even begin to describe what she did next. He could not even call it fighting. It was a mix of flailing, jabbing and scratching.
No! Now everything was ruined!