17.
Towards the end of the morning I wake up with a burning feeling in my abdomen. The dream about Lucas still shimmers in my head and makes me crave for more. Maybe I should follow Sharon’s advice. After all it’s been a while since I’ve had sex and I don’t think I can hold it that much longer. Unlike yesterday I now hope Lucas does appear in the pub this evening. Although I’m still planning to confront him with his hypnosis tactic I don’t longer experience it as an unwanted activity.
I put on a low-cut, brightly green shirt above my jeans today. A wonderbra still gives me a little, but at least a more attractive bosom. I blow-dry my hair so it somewhat falls like I want it to and put on a bit more of mascara than usual.
Relatively satisfied I look at myself in the mirror. I’m still not a cover girl, but it will do.
Diedie isn’t in the kitchen, but she has covered the table. There’s a pot of coffee, all kinds of currant buns, jam and marmalade and a glass of fresh orange juice. I’m starving and tuck away a chocolate bun, one with raisins and one filled with pudding, which I wash down with buckets of coffee.
The intense feelings of the dream still linger around me, I can’t shake them off of me. I realize it has to come to a release.
Today I want to go to the shooting club to practice before I go to the pub. Because the shooting club is in Ostend, I’m planning to ride to work directly from there on. For this time I totally ignore the fact that it is strongly forbidden to keep a weapon in the car.
I go and say goodbye to Diedie, who is watching a soap. She assures me that the Citroën is in good order and that no one else, except me, has put his or her hands on it.
Afterwards I go to the attic. Jabar, who is still trying to get to know something about Selena or the other otherkinds, mumbles his search still hasn’t produced any results. I kiss him goodbye, but in my opinion he doesn’t even notice.
There’s a cool wind, so I put on my green leather jacket. I get the bullets out of the pistol and put them, together with another box of bullets, in the jacket’s side pocket. I put the pistol in my inside pocket. The two of them need to be transported separately, because otherwise I’m punishable. And actually the pistol still needs to be in its holster, but well, not everything needs to be followed that strictly.
On my way to the sport-shooting club I continuously look for pursuers in my rearview mirror. Halfway the highway my heart skips a beat. The Audi! He neatly keeps a car in-between us, but it’s unmistakably the same car. I begin to slow down. The car behind me drives past me. Great, that was the intention. I hope to have a better look on the Audi right now and more specifically on his number plate. But he also slows down and in such a way another car comes to drive in-between us. Shit, he knows what I’m trying to do.
I’m not planning to keep on driving around and continue my way to the shooting club. When I arrive at the industrial zone the Audi keeps following me. Only when I drive into the parking lot of the club, he goes straight ahead. I still try to catch a glimpse of the driver, but he drives too fast and the windows are too dark.
I call Jabar.
‘Everything alright?’ he immediately asks.
‘Fine.’
‘Have you, by any chance, seen his number plate?’
‘No. I tried to, but this time he was so smart to keep a car in-between us.’
‘Be careful, Manon.’
‘I’ve got my best friend, Glock, with me, Jabar, so don’t worry.’
‘Hm.’
‘See you tonight.’
‘Say ‘hi’ to Oded.’
‘I will.’
An entire hour I pleasantly let off steam on the targets. Despite the recent events I’m highly concentrated and rarely miss the target I keep in mind.
The muscles in my upper arms are shaking from the lasting tension and so I’m through with it. Satisfied I put the pistol in the trunk, the bullets in the glove compartment and drive off to the pub.
It’s quite busy the entire evening so I have little time to worry. But I keep looking for suspicious behavior or persons, but I can’t discover anything. Every time someone enters, I feel like a cat on a hot tin roof, expecting it is Lucas. It gets eight ‘o clock and nine ‘o clock and still no Lucas. I begin to suspect he didn’t like my previous reaction and has given up hope. Ah, I comfort myself, then he wasn’t worth your time.
A quarter to eleven, when I’m about to leave, he still enters. I don’t know what to do with myself and I can feel myself getting warm. Oded sees my sudden clumsy behavior and comes towards me.
‘Do you want me to send that canny fucker away?’
‘Erm, no, you see, I… erm.’ I shyly look to the ground.
‘You like him?’ The surprise in his voice is clearly noticeable.
‘Actually, I do, yes.’
‘Oh, okay.’
Oded turns around and gets to serve a costumer. He has a roguish look in his eyes that doesn’t hide his confusion.
Lucas meanwhile took a seat at the bar and follows my actions continuously. I begin to feel uneasy about it and decide to take the bull by the horns.
‘Hi. Whisky?’ I ask.
The smile, on which he treats me, immediately blows my socks off. ‘As long as you choose it.’
I can’t think, I just can’t manage to do so. So I take a random bottle of the shelf and give him a glass.
‘The whisky?’ He scornfully looks at me.
Then I see I have given him an empty glass.
‘Oh, erm, how stupid of me.’
I still fill his glass.
‘You want to go out with me?’ he asks after taking a nip. ‘Or will you immediately accompany me to my flat?’
‘What?’
‘You’ve heard me.’ He looks at me and I can’t interpret his look any different than from a naughty boy.
‘Why did you hypnotize me?’
‘How do you know that?’
I nod at Oded. ‘He saw it. Did you think you wouldn’t get me otherwise?’
He seems to be off his stroke, but he recovers fast. ‘No, I thought you were interesting and then my hormones run off with me.’
‘With hypnosis as result?’
‘Something like that.’
‘I know you’re a vamp, Lucas.’
Now I’ve totally got him. His eyes become big and stuttering he says: ‘So what are you?’
‘That could still become a surprise,’ I say in a mysterious tone.
Now I can have a go at him for his unasked hypnotizing.
He narrows his eyes and licks his lips. ‘Now I really can’t wait any longer.’
‘I’m done.’
‘Let’s go then.’
I’ve never left the pub so quickly before. I give Oded a rapid kiss and know he’s following me outside with a worried look.
I want to ride behind him with my own car, that way I stay independent and I can leave when I want to. We drive along the coast way and turn into Queen Avenue where he parks. There aren’t any cheap flats in this neighborhood, so close to the beach. I follow him into an apartment complex and I feel a bit clumsy when we walk towards the elevator. Nevertheless he looks self-assured and not nervous at all.
In the elevator he starts to kiss me, demanding and hard. I answer his kiss with as much devotion and let him take the lead. He pushes me against the mirror, his one hand behind my neck and the other wriggling to get my shirt out off my jeans. His mere smell dazes me and totally overwhelms me. His tongue caresses my palate and slowly brushes my teeth. I feel his vamp teeth with the tip of my tongue, the sharpness of their tips and moan. The shirt is out off my pants and right at the moment his hand touches my skin the lift opens.
I sigh and dizzily get out of the elevator. He quickly opens the door to his flat. He coaxes me along to his bedroom and continues with what he was doing.
I help him taking off my shirt, while he opens the zipper of my jeans. In no time I’ve got my jeans kicked out and he has taken off all of his clothes. I don’t even have the time to admire his beautiful, shimmering body because he goes sitting on the edge of the bed and pulls me towards him. With his face against my stomach, he sniffs up my scent, licks me and gently bites me. My entire body trembles and I crave for him so much I can’t think about anything else.
Suddenly he grasps my waist with both hands, lifts me up and puts me on his lap. I can feel his penis throb hardly against my mount of Venus, put he doesn’t put it in me. Warm, soft hands caress my back while he takes a nipple in his mouth and softly sucks on it. My fingers claw in his shoulders and I moan in pleasure. Then he lays me down on the bed with my legs dangling over the edge.
He brushes every piece of skin of my breast and stomach with his tongue. Then he lowers himself to the ground and kneels. There isn’t a single place on my body that doesn’t tremble and tingles when his tongue plays on my most sensitive spot tauntingly slow. I take his head between my hands and don’t even realize how hard I’m pulling his hair. He doesn’t complain about it and goes on.
In the heat of the moment my feelings take over. My left foot transforms into a hand and I bend my leg in a way so I can hold his penis. I can hear him hold his breath. For a while I see him look surprised, but then he continues as if there’s nothing the matter.
I’m about to come when he stops, puts on a condom quickly and slides over me. Finally he’s inside me. He looks at me with a penetrating gaze and seems to ask me something with his look. But my brain doesn’t seem to function, so I look at him, questioning.
‘Can I bite you?’ he hoarsely says.
I nod strongly. For all I care he can do anything he wants. Really anything!
His lips quickly brush my mouth and then drop to my neck. I don’t even realize what’s about to happen, too much occupied by the enjoyment. Then I feel two sharp pricks and instead of pain there’s an overwhelming, delicious shock going through my body. I cry out in pleasure! A cry that’s probably audible in two flats further on.
While he sucks up the drips of blood, he keeps thrusting inside of me. My eyes turn away and I’m afraid I’ll faint with so much enjoyment. At the moment the room turns black I come with the force of a hurricane. Now he also moans softly, shakes and then lies completely still on me.
It takes a while before I can control my breath again and I am capable of speaking again. He rolls aside and looks at me.
‘Transformer, hey,’ he says with a slanted smile.
I smile back. ‘Now you know.’
‘It was a very pleasant surprise.’
‘Thought the same about your little trick.’
He kisses me. The entering moonlight throws a damp shine on his white marble skin and I melt again. Sigh, he’s so gorgeous!
‘I didn’t know that a vamp’s bite was so delicious,’ I sigh.
‘That’s to make sure the bitten one don’t think it’s unpleasant and so don’t mind to make it happen again.’
I grin. ‘From now on I’m a junkie.’
He smiles and kisses me again.
‘Thanks,’ I say.
‘No, thank you.’
‘Damn, we’re doing this really official.’
‘I can change that.’ His eyes look promising at me.
‘Already?’
‘Vampire power,’ he declares and suits the action to the word.