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  Gabriel

  ISBN #978-0-85715-910-6

  ©Copyright Chris Lange 2012

  Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright March 2012

  Edited by Laura Hulley

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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  Published in 2012 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e- burning and a sexometer of 2.

  This story contains 61 pages, additionally there is also a free excerpt at the end of the book containing 6 pages.

  GABRIEL

  Chris Lange

  Who can stop a master vampire from expanding his territory? Only one woman—with a rare, invisible power and hate for his kind deep in her blood.

  Nothing counts but the mission. Nothing is relevant but getting the job done. Calista is a gelder. The ancient, invisible power is in her blood, her heart, her soul. Instinctively drawn to vampires, she always does what she is born to do. She gelds. No feelings, no emotions, only deeds.

  She hates their race. She can’t wait to get rid of them all. But something is about to change. Although gelding vampires has been fun sometimes, it can also prove dangerous and scary when faced with a master vampire: a master who has become a legend. His name is Gabriel.

  Dedication

  To my family, for their unconditional love and support.

  Chapter One

  Sunset was drawing too close for stalling.

  Standing before the cemetery gates, Calista only had two options. She could walk all the way around the so-called resting place—but she wouldn’t get home on time—or she could cut across it and reach safety in a matter of minutes. Encumbered with her shopping bags, she might already have no choice.

  Pushing the gate with her shoulder, she got a move on. Focusing on the other side of the cemetery, she kept to the main path, staying off the grass and the headstones. Halfway across the holy ground, she knew she was going to make it. With the last rays of light casting shadows around her, she only had a short distance to cover. Relief creeping over her, she pressed on, tightening her grip on the shopping bags and intently watching the gates.

  Calista fell head over heels almost without making a sound, her purchases flying away, her extended hands breaking her fall. A little stunned, she took deep breaths, expecting pain. When none came, she tried to sit up, but was hindered by something pulling at her ankle. Rolling and shifting, she edged closer to the grass and managed to sit.

  Her left foot was caught in a loop, the line secured around the nearest headstone. Although it looked like some kind of metal, it wasn’t biting her skin. Not yet. She tugged at it and felt the noose tightening, realising at once she wouldn’t be able to get out of it this way. She attempted to untie the knot, but it was too tight. Maybe she could cut it with a knife, but hell, she was no MacGyver and she didn’t carry blades in her pockets.

  Oh God, oh God, this could not be happening. Not now. Not a thousand feet from the safety of her house. Not when she had practically made it.

  She glanced up and fear threatened to pin her down. The sun was gone. A gust of wind slapped her face and shadows whished about, engaged in a nocturnal, graceful dance—the ballet of the dead. Refusing to admit defeat, Calista grabbed the line with both hands and pulled it as hard as she could.

  “Hey, looks like I got myself a nice titbit.”

  The voice came from behind her, but she didn’t turn her head. No point. She already knew what kind of creature had crept out of the night. Trapped like a frightened rabbit, there was nothing she could do but bide her time. That was, if he gave her time.

  “Please, don’t hurt me!” she whimpered.

  “Why would I do that? First, let’s have a look at you, sweetie,” he said, kneeling in front of her, lifting her chin up. “Oh my, aren’t you a treat for sore eyes!”

  He was good-looking for a vampire, with shoulder-length blond hair framing clear, blue eyes in a thin face. Although he was trying to hold a conversation, his gaze was sort of feverish and his fangs were out. He was hungry. If she didn’t keep him on safe ground she would end up dead very shortly.

  “Who’s out there?” Calista asked in a panicked voice, pretending to notice something, craning her neck towards the biggest tombstone in the cemetery.

  The vampire turned around, looking for whatever he thought she had spotted. “I don’t see anything, sweetie, but just in case”—he produced a long knife and used it to cut the thin wire—“I’d better take you home.”

  Grabbing her arm, he pulled her along, heading for the darkest shadows. Although scared, she didn’t resist. She had a job to do. They soon rounded the crematorium, going past the building to the edge of the cemetery. Holding on to her, the vampire bent down and opened a trapdoor in the ground. Once he had switched the lights on, he pushed her forward. She nearly tumbled down the steep stairs, and gripped his arm to catch her balance while he shut the door and locked it.

  “Welcome home, precious.”

  To Calista, the vampire’s ‘home sweet home’ looked like a crypt—cold marble, cold tiles, cold interior. She had been in crypts a few times in the past and this one was no different.

  “Make yourself comfortable,” he teased, pushing her towards a long marble table, “I’m starting to feel quite peckish.”

  She desperately needed to buy time. If she wanted to save her life, she had to make him believe she was merely a young woman, scared out of her wits. She slowly backed towards the edge of the table, looking lost and helpless. She figured vampires got their kicks out of human helplessness.

  “Please,” she begged, “don’t hurt me.”

  “Now, now, sweetie, there’s no need to be afraid,” he said, in what was obviously intended to be a reassuring tone, a large grin on his face that didn’t reach his cold, blue eyes. “It’ll be over before you know it.”

  Fangs out, he advanced on her like a hunter stalking his prey. He brushed her hair back, baring her neck. Calista hated their fangs more than anything else. Tools of death, they were a blatant reminder of countless lives eradicated and she feared them. Besides, she had no power over the long, sharp teeth.

  “Hmmmm…your neck is so soft,” he whispered, “I don’t think I’ve ever had such a tasty breakfast.” He stroked the tender skin before exposing her round shoulder. “I bet every part of you is delicious. It would be a pity not to enjoy it.”

  He ripped her clothes off, subjecting her body to the coldness of the crypt. Naked, and with goosebumps on her skin, she shuddered.

  “My…my…you really are something.” He looked at her body, spurred by a remnant of the man he had once been. “I think we should have some fun before breakfast, don’t you?”

  Calista could have had a completely different evening, but fate had decided otherwise. From the moment she’d got caught and realised her life wasn’t worth much any more, she had contrived to bring him exactly where he was now—away from her neck and ready to hump her.

  As he unzipped his fly, she nodded. Quickly shaking his trousers down, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed her nipples.

  “Oh yeah, baby, you’re soft!”

  He hissed when she took his cock in her hand, applying pressure, slowly moving up and down. He was hard in a flash. In spite of their great speed and strength, vampires were nothing more than undead men, still driven by human needs and desires. Groping her breasts, he grunted when she wiggled her fingers around his short, thick dick.

  “I knew you wanted it, you dirty little bitch,” he groaned, sliding his hands under her buttocks. “Come and get it.”

  His crude words set her off. Time and again, she had chewed over the fact that her sexuality was unlike that of other women. She couldn’t figure out why men never aroused her; why only vampires did. They had the means to kill her without even blinking, yet they were her only source of excitement. Was it the thrill of danger or the heady sensation of their strength and ruthlessness?

  Whatever it was, she wanted this vampire right now, right here. Desire rushing through her veins, she put her arms around his neck. He lifted her easily, his cock brushing her wet pussy, making her guts twist with lust.

  “Now get down on it, you slut!”

  His commanding tone did nothing to lessen her avidity. Clinging to his square shoulders, Calista lowered her body, letting him slide into her. His shaft was so thick she moaned when it rubbed her inner flesh, filling her completely. Then he took control, bringing her up and down in quick, heavy movements.

  “Bloody hell, you’re hot
stuff,” he said in a throaty voice, gripping her buttocks with rock-hard fingers.

  “Shut up and fuck me!”

  His T-shirt excruciatingly chafing her nipples, his powerful cock thrusting in and out of her, Calista unleashed her desires. As long as she got the job done on time, she was safe. In the meantime, she was going to enjoy this to the full; to empty him of his substance, every little scrap of it.

  Smashing into her, he put his face on her neck, instinctively looking for the spot he could sink his fangs into.

  “Don’t!” she ordered. “Not yet. If I have to die, make me come first.”

  “You do like it, don’t you? Well, brace yourself, hussy, here I come!”

  He was grunting now, each of his motions bringing him closer to his end. Abraded by his short, broad thrusts, her cunt was on fire, her clitoris crying out for release. She couldn’t wait any longer.

  Closing her eyes, she summoned her lifeblood. The force instantly surged from her very core, wildly coursing through her body, filling her veins and her heart. On the verge of orgasm, Calista took a deep breath and released it. She felt the force rushing out, penetrating the vampire without so much as a tingle, infusing his every pore, melting into his blood forever.

  As her lifeblood receded, the vampire heaved into her for the last time and bore her down hard. She climaxed as he buried his cock in her, shouting from the sheer bliss of it, her whole body quivering from the intense sensation. Blown away by his orgasm, he blurted out a hoarse sound.

  “Bloody hell,” he exclaimed after a few seconds, “that’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.” Letting go of her, a thin smile creeping on his face, he pulled her hair back. “Let’s get down to business now, shall we?”

  Standing naked before him, she didn’t answer. She just looked at him with confidence and serenity.

  “Go ahead.”

  He seemed surprised by her boldness, though he leaned towards her neck. “If it isn’t the first time someone’s asked to be bitten…”

  He was thrown back violently, hitting the wall fifty feet away. His head struck the stone surface, his lean body collapsing in a heap on the ground. Watching his slumped form, Calista marvelled anew at the destructive force living in her. She was only able to unleash it when having sex, but somehow it felt natural and it made sense—sex and blood merging to bring forth life.

  Picking her clothes up in a hurry, Calista got dressed. Her skirt had seen better days and her top was in tatters, showing the fullness of her breasts, but it would have to do. Head down, she was zipping up when the vampire grabbed her arm, probably intending to finish what he had started.

  Arms pumping, he flew backwards, squarely hitting the wall for the second time, sliding down with a look of complete stupefaction.

  “Christ! What did you do to me?”

  “I didn’t do anything,” Calista lied, enjoying the shock on his face, “I guess you must be having a bad day.”

  “Damn you!” He spat on the ground, slowly getting to his feet. “What did you do?”

  “Let’s just say you can’t hurt me anymore, or anyone else for that matter.”

  “What? How?”

  He seemed dazed, understanding ploddingly dawning on him. From now on, he would never feed off a human being and would be cut off from nourishment and death. He was a vampire without fangs, without means to kill.

  “That’s bullshit!” He got up and came up to her with more caution. Slowly stretching his arm out, he sensed the invisible shield around her, protecting her from harm. Still disbelieving, he reached out anyway and was repelled again.

  “Undo it. Whatever it is, undo it.”

  “I can’t,” she replied in total honesty, walking away from him. She was at the foot of the stairs when he called out to her.

  “Please, I’m hungry.”

  She turned to him. He was staring at her, vulnerable and pathetic, his blond hair falling on his lean face. Although he had banged her to her satisfaction, she had no compassion for vampires. No pity, no mercy.

  “I’m sure you’ll find rats around here. Enjoy your meal!”

  Letting out a sharp cry of frustration, he slammed the wall with his fist. As the thudding sound echoed in the stone chamber, she got the hell out.

  Chapter Two

  After a long, relaxing shower, Calista cooked pasta so she could eat her favourite dish in front of the television. Watching the screen without seeing it, not interested in the news, she allowed her mind to wander.

  Coming back from school the day she had turned fifteen, she had found a scroll. ‘Found’ didn’t strike her as an adequate term, because the scroll had been on her bedside table, just lying there, waiting to be picked up. She had unrolled it, her heart beating faster as she’d deciphered the gothic handwriting.

  The story had nothing to do with a fairy tale. It depicted instead a hard tale of violence, blood, death and order restored. Chosen men and women were bestowed with a sacred gift, a life-giving force meant to countervail unnatural phenomena—an occurrence bound to the rising of dead creatures and also a weapon to be wielded with caution; for each time the force was used it deprived the bearer of a spark of humanity.

  Ten years later and hundreds of vampires down, Calista wasn’t yet feeling the consequences. Still, if her humanity was being taken away from her little by little, how would she wind up? Would she end her life shrivelled, desiccated, bereft of emotions, sensations, desires, beliefs and expectations?

  Reflecting on this, she examined her preferences. Given that the fabulous weapon inside her was tied to her sexuality, it might be the reason she was solely turned on by vampires—a kind of ‘an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth’ situation. She had tried with men, of course she had—kind, sensitive, intelligent, gentle men; then aggressive, irrational, eccentric, rough men. All she’d got from them had been very dull moments and an itchy pussy.

  Although she deemed vampires to be a scourge, she needed them in this regard. Sometimes she felt like a goddess, powerful and invincible, seeking retribution and vengeance. And sometimes she felt like a woman, weak and vulnerable, carrying a burden too weighty for her shoulders.

  She viewed herself as an ant in a colony working for her community, performing a task like anyone else. Some people governed, saved lives, provided an education or supplied services. Others competed, helped, assisted or simply strove to make the world an artistic and beautiful place. She disabled vampires.

  She had no idea how or why she had been chosen, but such was her life now. She fucked bloodsuckers for her own pleasure and she incapacitated them for the job. She seldom looked for trouble because she didn’t have to. As if magnetised, she always happened to stumble into it. Her business with them was strictly sexual, so she abided by a single rule—never kiss a vampire.

  Bored with stupid programmes, she switched the television off and went to bed for a long, satisfying read. The novel was good, yet she soon felt sleepy, blurred words jumping at her then receding. Putting the book down, she stretched with pleasure, her hand gliding down to her pussy, lightly touching the sensitive skin. She pictured her most recent encounter with a bloodsucker. That one had been a good lay!

  Calista woke up in the middle of the night, her bedroom bathed in darkness. She sat up, listening to the pounding on her door. Whoever it was, he was making enough of a racket to awaken all her neighbours. Quickly slipping her knickers on, she hurried to the door. The blond vampire was standing outside. His blue gaze was steady and he didn’t look fretful—the way they usually did when they were hungry.

  “You’ve fed.”

  “Yeah. Mutts and stray cats prove easy to find.”

  She thought that was gross, but didn’t comment on it. “How did you find me?”

  “Your smell. It was pretty easy to follow.”

  “What do you want?”

  “You owe me one,” he replied, purposefully.

  Leaning on the door frame, she crossed her arms. “I don’t believe I do.”