Please enjoy this excerpt from ONE SMOKING HOT FAIRY TAIL by award-winning author Kevin James Breaux.
The Past is
Not Always The Past
Sabrina dreamt about that night all the time.
Sometimes tiny details were changed—the kind of car she was driving, the name
of the corporation she targeted, the amount of animals she saved—but it always
ended the same. After so much excitement, so much thrill and pleasure, she
always forgot to pick up Cade’s camera. That
stupid fucking camera.
She remembered every detail about it: its
brand, its resolution, the lens size, that it was made in Japan. It haunted her
so much that she had bought several cameras identical to it since, just to
smash them to bits. Her first therapist said that it might help, but except for
giving her a brief moment of delight when the tiny circuit boards and chips
spilled from the cameras like a slasher-film victim’s guts, it really did
nothing to alleviate the pain of the past.
The dream came tonight shortly after she’d
collapsed in bed half-naked and fully drunk—at least she was alone and not making
another mistake like the one she had made with the new host of American Idol Replay.
Sabrina had wanted to touch herself, but her
hand only made it as far as her lower stomach, her long, pink and white
fingernails just inside her panties, before she passed out. However there could
still be satisfaction to come. The dream was not entirely bad, after all. It
may have featured the catalyst to the worst night of her life, but it also contained
some of the best sex she’d ever had.
***
Sabrina dashed across the parking lot, looking
between the mesmerizing flicker of a dying street lamp and the building behind
her. The emptiness of the parking lot, the stillness of the air—it all seemed
surreal, like something out of an old horror film. But she was not afraid of
movie monsters—not when she knew real ones existed.
Sabrina was out of breath, both panicked and
energized. She coughed harshly for a moment, irritated to have the exhilaration
of the moment ruined by her hack. I
really need to fucking quit smoking. She took one last glance behind her at
the pharmaceutical corporation’s lab. There was no alarm blaring, no flashing security
lights; they had succeeded. Those poor lab animals were finally going to be
safe.
“Tell me again, Cade, why you made me park so
freaking far away?”
“I destroyed the surveillance cameras on the
east side of the building where the loading docks are, but that pink car of
yours… it’s like a damned billboard advertising America’s sweetheart, Sabrina
London, is here,” her boyfriend replied.
It had only been six months since they’d met,
but it felt like longer. As much as she hated the term “whirlwind romance,” it
applied to the two of them. It had been the best six months of her life. She
was in love, but she wasn’t sure if he knew that yet or felt the same. The
undead—their emotions could be nearly impossible to read, even for someone as
empathic as her.
“Slow down!”
Cade pointed his tiny HD camera at her feet
and grimaced. “I wouldn’t have to slow down if your boots didn’t have heels. What
are those, five inches tall?”
“Three and a quarter inch, actually, and very
sturdy. I mean, they better fucking be for eight hundred bucks.”
“When I told you to wear boots tonight, I
meant combat boots or work boots.”
“Jimmy Choo doesn’t make combat boots.”
“Who?” Cade snickered. “Never mind. Keep
running, my sweet sunshine. We don’t want to be here when the authorities
arrive.”
Sabrina smiled; she loved when he called her that.
“Wait,” Cade said, suddenly serious.
“What? Did we forget something?” Sabrina
nearly choked on her fear.
“You wore combat boots with the camouflage
bikini in that one magazine protesting the war in the Middle East.” Cade
smirked, running his tongue over his teeth. “I remember that photograph very
well. It was my favorite to—”
“I remember that one too,” Sabrina
interrupted. “Good pay. I kept the bikini but not the boots. I hated those boots—heavy
things, made my toes all yucky and sweaty.”
“They gave
you the bikini?”
“Well, I normally
get to keep what I wear.”
“So you stole it.”
“I didn’t steal
it, Cade. That would be wrong.”
“You say that now,” he laughed.
A truck roared nearby as they reached her
car, a pink Lamborghini Gallardo with opalescent rims. The sound assured them their
accomplice was making his escape, speeding down the main road, away from the
building. Both tracked the vehicle until it was well past the two traffic
lights and out of sight.
“Good. He’s clear.” Cade nodded. “Let’s make
haste.”
Sabrina jumped in and floored it—racing out
of the parking lot in the opposite direction of the delivery truck. Not a
minute later, Sabrina caught Cade’s eyes on her legs as they worked the pedals.
His lustful stare reminded her of the promise she had made: his help with this
excursion for a night full of passion—a night that, even in his long life, he
would not soon forget.
“Are you sure he’ll do what we asked? I mean,
can he be trusted not to, you know, eat any of the animals?”
Cade lifted his eyes from where they had been
glued to her inner thigh and answered, “You know Nicodemus.”
“Sure, I’ve seen him out a few times these
past two weeks, but the guy just creeps me the hell out.”
Cade laughed.
“Shut up.” Sabrina smacked his leg. “You know
I’ve waited a very long time to do this.”
“I know.”
She paused to catch her breath; the
adrenaline that had burned inside her moments ago had begun to wear off, and
with its absence came the urge to yawn.
“You and Nico have talked a few times. You
should already know he’s honorable,” Cade said.
“Honestly, Cade, the old man can be a little
hard to communicate with. I swear, when I talk to him, he just looks straight
through me.”
“Well, he still has trouble with English…
especially its modern incarnation.”
“Still?” Sabrina replied. “I just don’t want
to find out tomorrow that he ate them all.”
“He promised me all the animals would be
distributed, safely, among the five pet rescues you provided addresses for. The
colonel takes all his jobs seriously.
You have nothing to worry about, my love.”
“Good.”
“Regardless, I made sure he ate before the mission.”
She looked at Cade’s smiling face and
laughed. “Thanks.”
Sabrina shifted gears and the engine growled
in that way that always made her feel more… alive.
When the speedometer hit sixty-five, she pretended to look for cars behind them
while she checked her makeup in the rearview.
“I still don’t understand why, after all this
time, you two are besties. I mean you guys are so… different.”
Cade shook his head. “You and Moselle are
different.”
“I know…” Sabrina wanted to have a better
comeback. “But he’s like sixty. You guys look like you could be father and
son.”
“We are father and son—well, as near as our
kind can come. You know Nico is the closest thing I’ll ever have to a—”
“I don’t like when you say that.”
“Sabrina, I told you when we first started dating
that our love, no matter how grand, would never create a child.”
“I know. I know.” Sabrina pushed the thought
out of her head. “Can you honestly say people have never thought you two were
maybe—”
“Sabrina, if it was you who had spent the
entire winter with Nicodemus in Stalingrad…” Cade trailed off.
“Are you okay?”
“Stalingrad.” Cade shivered. “It brings back
a flood of memories. Gun fire, explosions, screams, death, blood. So much blood.”
“I’m sorry.” Sabrina patted Cade’s knee.
“Don’t be.”
“Let’s talk about something else.”
“The more I think of it, there’s no one I
would rather share a foxhole with than Nicodemus.”
“Gross,” Sabrina let slip.
“Mother Russia,” Cade sighed.
“Someday, you’ll have to take me there.”
“Perhaps. I haven’t returned since World War Two.”
Cade pondered a moment. “I hear the Cold War ruined much of its history and
splendor.”
Sabrina glanced over at Cade. She still had
to remind herself he was centuries old, regardless of how young he looked. When
a twitch crawled across his handsome, clean-shaven face, and ended in a wince,
Sabrina knew something was wrong.
“Hey, you okay?”
“Pull over.”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Sabrina, please, pull the vehicle over.”
Sabrina turned down a side street and parked
behind an abandoned building. The surrounding area was filled with shadows, but
with her high beams on, enough of the place could be seen that she felt safe. As
soon as she put the car in park, Cade was out the door so fast a pile of receipts
she had stuffed in her cup holder were knocked loose.
“Cade?”
He was gone for a moment but reappeared several
feet in front of the car. Awash in the bright headlights, he fell to his hands
and knees, the look of pain on his face clear in the harsh glare.
“What is it?” Sabrina asked as she stepped out
of the car.
“The pull. The pull is too strong.”
“The what? Cade, stop fooling around.” She approached
him cautiously.
By the strain on his face and the way the
lean muscles in his arms bulged, she would have sworn he was in the midst of a
heart attack or a stroke. When he did not answer her pleas, Sabrina shouted, “What
the fuck is wrong?”
“Too long. I cannot fight it much longer…”
Sabrina wrapped her hands around his arm and tried
to help him up. Cade was heavier than he looked, but she tugged until he was
finally standing.
“What the hell do you have in your pockets,
Cade? Lead?”
“Bullets.”
“Bullets?”
Sabrina reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew
a handful of bullets. “You weren’t fucking kidding.”
“Gun’s worthless without ammo,” he grunted.
“Cade…”
Sabrina didn’t know whether to yell at him or
hug him. She had no idea what was going on and he was being his normal, stubborn,
uninformative self.
“I’m sorry, my love, all this excitement, and
I haven’t eaten all day. I’m just hungry.”
“You scared me. I thought something was
seriously wrong, like you were having a stroke or something.” She slapped his
shoulder.
“You know how I get if I don’t eat.”
Sabrina frowned, but a sly grin was forming
on Cade’s face—one she had come to know meant trouble.
“I love you.”
“I love you.” Sabrina finally relaxed. “Cade,
I think I’ve had my fill of excitement tonight.”
“Are you sure? Because I do recall you saying
something about going back to your place to—”
She stopped him before he could say it. “Yes,
I did. Let’s hurry, okay?.”
“Why wait?”
Sabrina tilted her head back and moaned into
his lips; the sensation of her breath being stolen was as pleasurable as it was
painful. The blue-black sky was all she could see, and she fixed her eyes on
the brightest star. Don’t focus on the coming
pain, she told herself. Don’t focus
on the pain.
With a yank, Sabrina’s hoodie and shirt came
off. She hoped he hadn’t torn the hoodie; it was one of her favorites—given to
her by the owner and head designer of Rebel Spirit Clothing.
“Cade…” her voice softly faded away.
He gently slid his hands up her back but then
yanked again, ripping her bra off as well, leaving her hardened nipples open to
the cool night air.
Sabrina’s body tensed up as Cade’s cold tongue
worked the tight buds. She anticipated the first bite, knowing it would hurt.
She tried to think of anything else, to concentrate on his flicking tongue, but
was still jolted with irrepressible fear when his long fangs brushed her flesh.
The first bite was always the hardest. Cade did his best to control his nature,
but his hunger for her love was often outweighed by his hunger for blood. Sabrina
gazed down at her breasts in his hands as he massaged them, running his tongue up
her quivering chest to the base of her neck.
“Fuck, Cade!” Sabrina yelped as he penetrated
her breast where it met her armpit—one of his favorite spots.
“Sorry.”
Sabrina blinked her tearing eyes and whispered,
“Someone might see us.”
Cade smiled and revealed the tiny video
camera clutched in his hand. When he pointed it at them both, he chuckled. “Smile,
my love.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Cade,”
Sabrina grumbled on.
“Not at all.”
She swatted the camera out of his hand, the
small electronic thing, no larger than a credit card, landing on the ground
beside them.
Sabrina thought to grab it and turn it off,
but in the blink of an eye, Cade had spun her around and bent her over, her
hands the only things at rest on the hood of the car.
Running his fingertips down her bare back, he
leaned in and whispered, “I want you to release—”
“Not here,” Sabrina replied over her
shoulder, her long blonde hair shielding her embarrassment.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want anyone to see me—us.”
Sabrina heard his frustrated sigh; it was
deafening to her. She did not want to disappoint him, not after all he had done
for her tonight, so she peeled her tight leather pants off slow and steady.
“What are you waiting for?" Sabrina asked
huskily. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
“Yes.”
Sabrina jumped when she felt something cold
slide up her inner thigh, to the softness of her folds, and then scrape up her
back, to her right hip. When her panties began to move, she realized exactly
what she was feeling.
“Don’t cut them," she said sternly.
It was too late; a simple flick of Cade’s
hand severed the elastic band. Now completely naked, Sabrina spun around to face
him and poked him in the chest.
“I don’t think you realize how many pairs of
my panties you ruin, Cade.”
“Maybe I do.”
“You know what I mean!”
“Should I buy you some new bloomers, sweetie?”
Sabrina wanted to say something witty back,
but all of a sudden his icy hand was cupping her, caressing the very area the
small article of clothing had just been covering. Cade began to spread her open,
soothing the ache that had been building between her legs since the night
started.
“Do you remember our first time?”
“Yes.”
His fingers, although chilly, were welcome
inside her and she guided them in deeper. Cade moved, slowly at first, gliding gracefully
in and out, making her quiver.
“What do you remember most?”
As one hand fondled the warm, soft space
between her legs, the other cupped her breast, giving it a squeeze while
lifting it to his mouth.
“I remember how much it hurt, how the pain
suddenly shifted to pleasure.”
A long kiss stole away time. She only felt
Cade; the rest was nothingness. Sabrina’s eyes fluttered open when she felt his
hard length brush against her wetness. Their eyes locked as he entered her.
Sabrina smiled. With each push inside her, he brought her closer to the edge,
blocking out thoughts of anything but their physical connection.
“What else?”
“What else do I remember?” she asked.
He did not answer. By the look on his face,
he was in ecstasy. Sabrina took great pride in knowing how good she could make
him feel. The notion amazed her. It had such beautiful meaning—she was
everything her man needed: body, soul, and…
“I remember the blood.”
With that, Cade bit her again, sinking his
teeth into her shoulder as he increased the tempo of his thrusts.
She wrapped her arms around him and whispered,
“Never let me go.”
***
Waking up in her bedroom after the dream again,
Sabrina screamed. The camera, the fucking
camera. Grunting in anger, she reached down the front of her underwear.
Tonight, the dream was unsatisfying in every way. Tonight, Sabrina needed to
take control.
Kevin James Breaux
