Page 62 of Thicker than Blood
“Where is this?”
“The town square. The mortals are behaving strangely.”
I watch the throngs of people running through the streets—fighting, kissing, vandalizing. “As I suspected. Something is happening.”
“Something, sir?”
I shake my head, pausing the video. “I don’t know what, but I feel it too. An urge, if you will.” I twist my head back and forthto stretch my neck. “It seeps through my veins, stirring my most feral instincts.”
“What?”
I clear my throat, shifting in my seat as my cock swells and my fangs drop. “Gods, what is happening to me?”
Benicio steps forward, touching my forehead, but I swat his hand away. “You need sustenance.”
I focus on his every movement as he hurries over to my credenza and pours a glass of blood for me. As he gets closer with it, the scent turns my stomach.
“No.” I shake my head. “I can’t drink that. It’s poison.”
“It is absolutely not poison. Shall I call the witches?”
Rising suddenly, I tear at my shirt until the buttons fly off, skittering across the wood floors. “I need Geordi. Now.”
“But, sir, you shouldn’t?—”
I don’t hear another word he says as I dart from the house, moving at a speed I rarely bother with anymore, allowing the scent of my delicious mortal to carry me to him. All I can see is his face.
I send my desires to him, knowing he must feel the connection as strongly as I do.
Come to me, Geordi. Come be with your vampire.
I pause in the town square, catching his scent but losing it again. I sort through the masses of people, tossing bodies out of my way as I search for my consort. Two people stabbing each other stumble into me, and I end their fruitless battle by ripping out their throats.
Finally, I spot him.
Geordi.
He’s alone, his nose buried in a notebook.
I stalk behind him, scooping him up effortlessly and tossing him over my shoulder.
“Hey! Oh, Elias. P-p-put me down. I’m working.”
“Mine,” I growl. “Consort.”
“Elias?”
“Safe.”
“Why are you talking like this?”
I launch into a run, arriving back to my house in mere seconds. Geordi groans as he vomits down my back, but I don’t care. The beast within me is pleased. Geordi is here. He’s safe.
Benicio opens the door just as I get to it, closing it again quickly behind me and locking it.
“Clear out Paradiso. I want to be alone with my consort.”
“Elias,” Geordi groans. “What’s going on?”
