Bloodline Of Darkness – Chapter Three – Part Four

Chapter Three Continued…

He awoke with a gasp and in a cold sweat. He sat upright quickly and felt his chest, then his groin. He wasn’t bleeding and his balls were still intact. There was a certain sigh of relief, and he glanced around the room. Yep, he was again in Tara’s bedroom, and she was sound asleep next to him. He sighed heavily and went to get up, sitting on the side of the bed and rested his head in the palms of his hands. His head still ached from yesterday, although now he wasn’t sure why exactly.
He glanced at the clock-radio next to the bed and it continued to flash 00:00AM.
“Great.” He whispered as he stood up and walked down the hall into the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water then he stood and stared at himself in the mirror, and tried to figure out just how he ended up in Tara’s bed. By now he had given up trying to figure out anything, as no matter what he did, things weren’t as they seemed, and he really started to believe that he had finally gone insane.

He washed his face again, then looked back in the mirror. He gasped in fright, and turned to see Tara standing there in the doorway, leaning against the wall.
“Morning sleepyhead.” She said, “You okay?”
He hesitated for a second, then answered, “Yeah. Fine. Just bad dreams.”
“Again?” She said, as she moved passed him, kissed him on the cheek, then began to brush her teeth. “Ya know you may wanna talk to someone about that.”
“About what?”
She rinsed her mouth then answered, “The dreams. Obviously there is something locked away in your subconscious that is trying to tell you something.” She paused to wipe her face, then continued, “There are some good hypnotherapists around who deal with that sorta thing.”
“Yeah, I will keep that in mind.” He said, then asked, puzzled, “By the way, how did I end up here last night?”
“You don’t remember loverboy?”
He shook his head “No.”
“Lets just say that we had the best night, last night sweety.” Was her response as she put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him passionately.
That scent again! That scent that drove him wild was dominant again, and he could feel his manhood swelling by the feeli of her body next to his.
“Not now baby.” She said, gently squeezing his cock, “Later, okay.”
He nodded and smiled. His eyes followed her as she walked out and went into the kitchen.
“Hey you hungry?” She called out.
He turned and looked at himself in the mirror again, and wondered if this was again a dream. He wasn’t sure. Like the other nightmares, it sure seemed real.
“Eggs and toast?” She asked, popping her head in the doorway.
“Sure, that’d be nice. Thanks.” He said, looking at her through the mirror.
She smiled at him and went back into the kitchen. He stood there and stared at himself in the mirror, noticing how old now looked. Strange, he hadn’t noticed how the years had aged him, and although he was now in mid thirties, he seemed to look older, like in his forties. Maybe he was tired. But the bags under his eyes sure told a story. So did that small scar on his chin. He didn’t remember having a scar there before, not before today anyway…

Maybe he was hallucinating…

As though he had an Obsessive Compulsive tendencies, he washed his face once again then went back into the bedroom and put his pants on before he went and joined Tara in the kitchen.
“Smells good.” He said as he walked in.
“Hope you like it sweety. I’m not much of a cook, but I do try.” She said, as she served his breakfast.
“It looks great.” He replied, and kissed her, then sat down at the kitchen table. “So tell me,” He began to say, “How exactly did I end up here last night? As the last thing I remember was being on your sofa.”
“You must have hit your head hard last night when you fell out of bed.” She said, smiling.
He smiled, but was not amused, more puzzled if anything.
She served up a small portion of omelette for herself then sat at the table and looked at him. He saw something in her eyes, something familiar. It was a look he had seen before from someone. But he couldn’t remember who. She gently reached over and squeezed his hand and her eyes spoke a lot of unspoken words, or seemed to.
God she’s beautiful. He thought to himself. That was all he could think right then. There was definitely something so familiar about this though. It was as though….

“Last night you passed out on my sofa.” She began to say, “I had gone to get you a drink and when I got back you were asleep. So I didn’t want to wake you and left you sleep a while.”
He frowned, still confused, “That doesn’t explain how I ended up in your bed, and naked.”
She smiled and said, “You weren’t asleep long, maybe two hours. When you woke up you checked your cell and said that you didn’t want to go home. Karen had sent you afew nasty text messages last night, and going by what she said, I think it is obvious that she doesn’t care about you.”
“I figured that.” He said, as he started to eat, “So then what?”
“We sat on in the lounge talking for a while then one thing led to another and, well, I don’t have to say how wonderful you were last night.” She again squeezed his hand.
Well that sure explained enough. He was satified with that, and quite frankly, he rather enjoyed being here than being back at home in the Den of Doom.

He smiled at her, and continued eating, while she sat and watched him eat. Although he was flattered that she chose to sit and watch him eat, at the same time he did find it uncomfortable, but he didn’t say anything. He chose to enjoy her company rather than say what he thought.

As much as he enjoyed being there and enjoyed her attention, he knew that he had to get back to reality and face the music at home. He really did not want to read the message on his phone, but he knew he had to. That would tell him what type of mood Karen was in, and going by those messages he would know whether to go home of not.

He picked up his phone went and stood and in the kitchen and looked at the display on his cell. He had 35 unread messages.
“Damn.” He muttered.
“What is it?” Tara asked, coming over to him.
“35 messages.” He said then thought, Just like in the dream.
Tara looked at him but didn’t say a word. Her eyes spoke what she thought, and even though she may have been right, he had to read them. With a heavy sigh he flipped open the phone and opened his inbox. Just as he assumed, all messages were from Kaz, and just as it was in his nightmare, most messages were easily deletable and non relevant, with the exception of the last few.

Among the many messages of “Where are you?“, “What time will you be home?“, “Where are you, you prick!“, and not to forget her ever favorite, “When you get home we need to talk!

Before he had a chance to read the last three messages that could have only been more abusive than the last one of “Had enuf of UR games Alex! I kno who U R wif! U can bet she wont get away with dis! U n her can both rot n die!“, a loud knock came on the front door, and they both knew who it was.
“Karen.” They said at the same time.
Tara looked into his eyes, “You stay here. I’ll talk to her.” She said, already walking towards the door, finshing with, “Don’t say a word.”
He didn’t say anything, rather he put his phone to silent mode and stood in the kitchen and listened to the commotion.

He heard Tara open the door, and then mumbling. He couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, but by the tone in Karen’s voice, he could tell that she was really pissed off! And why shouldn’t she be! After all, he was in another womans’ apartment, and had obviously fucked her six ways from Sunday!

He couldn’t quite make out what Tara and Karen were talking about, but it was obvious that Karen had settled down a little, and after some moments, he heard the door close and then silence. He had no clue what happened, and after Tara didn’t come back into the kitchen after afew moments, he walked softly into the lounge and looked towards the front door.
She wasn’t there!
“Tara?” He said softly, “Tara?”
Where was she? He hoped that Kaz hadn’t done something damn stupid, like dragged her into the hall to beat the crap out of her. And for a moment he imagined that she had, but he quickly dismissed that thought, thinking that Karen didn’t have it in her to do something like that… But then again.. She was a woman scorned and she was liable to do anything!

He glanced around the room, then walked silently to the front door and peered therough the peephole. No, couldn’t see her out in the hall, and he couldn’t hear anything out there.
Not again. He thought, thinking that he was in another nightmare.
“Babe.” He heard Tara from behind him suddenly.
He turned quickly and was startled to see her standing near the sofa. There was sadness in her eyes. He could see that she was upset. Where she had vanished to a few moments ago he really didn’t care. Right now, she needed him.
“Are you okay?” He asked, going up to her and holding her close to him.
She nodded and wept. “I’ll be okay.” She said through tears, “That woman is a dead-set bitch.”
He knew that, and he wasn’t going to defend the woman he had lived with for the last ten years. He had spent the last decade in the sixth circle of hell, and that was enough for him.

He wanted to leave Karen. That was obvious and plain as the nose on his face, and now, he felt in a way, he could. This woman, Tara, was strangely familiar to him, and not because of the fantastical sex that he couldn’t remember, but there was definitely something about her that he knew….

He held her close then kissed her softly on her lips. Her lips were warm, soft, almost sensual to the touch, and a part of him couldn’t help but want to have sex with her right now, but now wasn’t the time.
“Can I do anything for you?” he asked her.
She nodded and replied softly, “Yes. Wake up.”
He looked at her, confused as hell, “What did you say?”
She looked into his eyes, “Wake up baby.”
He looked at her with a strange look in his eyes, and didn’t say anything. He was confused.
“WAKE UP!”

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Part Five up next…

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Posted on February 10, 2009, in Chapter Excerpts - Book Two - Bloodline Of Darkness and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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