Dolan found himself caught in a web of conflicting emotions,
torn between loyalty to his comrades and the unsettling truth about Cher's
motives, leaving him grappling with a moral dilemma that could change
everything. He's
aware that Cher witnessed something real, but in a vision. He was eager to
speak with her, but something was preventing him from getting close to her
house.
He suspects that
religious charms hanging outside her window might be the cause.
"Hey Dolan, you really need to have a
conversation with her, or at least with her friend. She confides in her about
everything," Leena urged before getting up and headed toward the door.
Dolan was deep in thought.
She turned back and said, "Catch you later," with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. After she left, Dolan made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Later, he lay on his bed, partially dressed, staring up at the ceiling. As night fell, he closed his eyes, trying to connect with Cher in his thoughts. Suddenly a vision came to him, it showed Cher battling a group of vampires.
Startled, he
abruptly sat up. Quickly, he threw on his long black coat over a black tee
shirt. His black button-up Levi’s jeans fit snugly but allowed for easy
movement.
With a sigh, he headed out the door. Arriving at the feeding den in some undisclosed bar and grill in Long Beach, he parked his car in the back parking lot. He can sense Cher nearby. He immediately heard screams emanating from within. Fear gripped him as he stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes wide with apprehension. Scanning his surroundings, he noticed the hunters encircling the building. All humans had been safely evacuated, leaving behind only those who willingly offered their blood to the vampires. A hunter pursued a vampire fleeing from the building, both disappearing into the darkness.
“The Hunters always strike at night, damn bastards,” he
muttered. “Get back here, you fuckin’ bloodsucker!" the Hunter yelled.
A pistol gleamed in his hands; its barrel pointed straight at the vampire. With a swift pull of the trigger, rounds of Holy Water burst forth from the gun, each bullet containing the sacred liquid. The shots echoed through the night, and the vampire staggered before collapsing to the ground.
Dolan crouched behind the towering trash bins, his heart racing as he watched the chaotic scene unfold before him. Among the fleeing vampires and some humans that were donors, Cher stood out, brandishing a sterling silver machete amid the crowd.
“No,” Dolan muttered. He was unsure how to engage with her. Helpless, he observed as the chaos seemed to play out in slow motion. She wielded the sharp machete, decapitating heads as she made her way through the vampires that tried to fight back or escape. When she faced in his direction, he saw her eyes glow passionately as she enjoyed killing the blood suckers. No energy vampire has ever killed a regular vampire, not since the war that happened between them before he was ever made into an energy vampire. In superhuman speed, he dashed towards her, scooped her up, and carried her to his car while she was distracted.
“Put me down,” she shouted, grappling with him, nearly injuring
him with the weapon she wielded, but he seized it and flung it into the rear
seat as he tossed her in the passenger seat. “Cher, stop," he yelled.
Her eyes gleamed with a crimson hue as she hissed at him vehemently.
“What happened to you?
Why are you doing this?" he asked, as he drove out of the parking lot and
onto the street. Cher composed herself and fixed her gaze on
him. "Why would you do that?" she asked, her eyes reflecting a
lugubrious expression and her lips parting in disbelief. Her eyes had lost
their fiery intensity and returned to their normal state.
“You shouldn’t have done
that, you should’ve left me alone,” she admonished him for his actions before
turning her gaze towards the passing lights of other vehicles while Dolan
hurriedly drove to his apartment.
“Explain," he interjected, his tone firm. "I need an answer from you." Cher remained quiet. Upon reaching the apartment building, he held the door open for Cher, but she declined to leave the car. He looked at her, feeling flustered. She met his gaze with a glare before finally stepping out of the vehicle. Glancing at her weapon in the backseat, she was stopped by Dolan's stern voice, "Don't think about it, Cher."
He firmly held her arm until they arrived at his apartment, where he immediately switched on the light. “Sit,” He commanded her to take a seat at the breakfast table, then removed his coat and settled down beside her. “I regret leaving, and if I had been aware of what you went through after I left, I would have returned earlier," he expressed apologetically.
Cher gazed at him, feeling the urge to weep, yet refusing to grant him the satisfaction of witnessing her vulnerability. He fixed his gaze on her, anticipating a reaction. A tense silence hung in the air. He reached out and gently touched her hand, causing her lips to part and their eyes to meet with a shared desire. Standing up, he took her hand and guided her towards his bed, where they both undressed in anticipation. With a seductive smile, he whispered, "Baby, let's share our energy with each other. I don’t want to fight."
(For those who don't know, Cher's eyes are normally brown but when she is aroused or enraged, her eyes turn silver in color. In addition, I try not to share the sexual encounters between the characters on this blog, The book is rated for 18 & 0ver.)
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