As Alaric walked back to the motel, his phone started ringing. It was the first time he checked it all day, since he opted to keep it in his locker in the break room during his shift.
"Hello?" he said, answering. "This is Alaric Voss, at your service."
"Alaric, hey," a familiar voice said on the other side.
"Are you free? I've got the contract and the keys to the place you were looking at. I could sign it off to you tonight if your partner likes it. Happy to give one more tour to her before anything is final."
Alaric nodded, but smirked at himself when he realized the man couldn't see through this piece of technology.
"Yes, that would be fine, I think. We don't have much to move, so it should be simple enough. Await my call, kind Steve-O."
"Will do, uh, muscular Laric," the man grunted in reply before hanging up.
Alaric kept his eyes locked on his phone once the call ended. They almost popped when he saw what else awaited him.
> You have 1,838 missed messages from 1 number.
Alaric's lips parted in surprise as he began scanning through them, one at a time.
> Hey, Laric. Miss you.
> I know you're busy, but if you see this, maybe say hi?
> I hope you're having a good time at work!
> I'm touching my pussy thinking about you, baby. I think I can take a picture of it. Wanna see?
> Why aren't you replying? How can I get your attention? Do I need to kill someone? Please reply, I miss you so much. Kisses.
> Laric!!!!! Message me!
And they just went on and on like that without ending. Thankfully, they didn't really escalate much further.The 1,838th message was her trying out song lyrics that he was supposed to sing for her at their wedding.
He heard Justin's voice in his head, dark susurrating whispers about the Craziness Coefficient causing his penis to stiffen at the prospect of whatever unholy sight waited for him beyond the door to his motel room.
Might she be lying stark naked in bed,waiting for him to find her? Perhaps she would be masturbating while calling out his name when he stepped into the room.
The possibilities were exciting.
With a quiet approach, he opened the door to their motel room. He nearly jumped out of his work uniform and skin altogether at the sight that greeted him.
Oh, she was waiting for him all right, standing at the door for God knows how long, bloody vampire tears running down her face as an unnervingly wide smile stared up at him.
"I waited for your text message for so long," she sobbed. "You didn't answer me, but I'm so happy you're back. Are you angry at me?"
She threw her arms around him and he patted her awkwardly on the back.
"Not particularly. I just left my phone in my locker at work and didn't think to check it. You're the only number I had in there, so—"
"But you said I couldn't call you, so I thought maybe it'd be okay to text you. I texted you, like, ten times!"
His brow furrowed. "Considerably more than ten times."
"So you did see!"
"I saw on my way back," he confessed.
"Listen—nearly two thousand texts is far too many."
"It wasn't that much," she said, pouting up at him with a brow slanted as though he was levying a wild and unfair accusation. "It was… fifteen texts at most."
"Check your phone and count them," he said.
She huffed. "No! That would take hours!"
Alaric patted her head and rubbed her cheek. "Well, I'm here now, at least. And I've got good news."
Her jaw dropped in disbelief as he reached in his pocket for his phone.
"Laric—proposing to me?! Today?! At least one more day, it's too soon! Oh, who would we even invite to the wedding?!" She fanned her cheeks with both hands and hopped up and down, shaking her head.
"This is all too soon—but yes! Yes, of course!"
His entire body tightened. "Err. Hang on—I was going to tell you that a condo across the street from the motel has a room available. The landlord is waiting for us there now."
Dira deflated with obvious disappointment.
"I see," she sighed. "And there's…nothing else?"
"Not really, no," he grunted, scratching his own head.
"I see. Forget what just happened for now, then. I apologize for jumping to conclusions."
He shook his head. "Not an issue."
That unhinged display got him so abruptly erect that when he closed the door and prepared to lock it, he almost slammed his member inside.
Thankfully, he dodged backward at the precise fated moment, securing the entrance as though nothing happened.
Alaric looked at Vladira—from behind, as she posed with her hands on her hips, her eyes searching, guessing where she might be taken.
Every curve, subtle and pronounced, was perfect. Her hair, shoulder-length only, blew in the breeze, casting her scent in his direction.
She was wearing a black dress with white polka dots now, plus the unzipped bat
hoodie, too. The dress was so generous with regard to her legs that you would guess she was naked beneath the hoodie when only viewing her from the back.
"You took to the fashion of this era well,"He commented.
She cocked her head back at him and grinned her fanged grin, giving him a cute wink. "I have to compete with roughly four billion human sluts, don't I?"
"Oh, you have no competition, don't worry," Alaric chuckled, placing a hand on the small of her back as he pointed her in the right direction.
"There. See that three story building across—"
Vladira apparently appreciated his praise, because she shoved him against the motel building's wall and pinned him to it, jamming her tongue down his throat.
Alaric gave into the embrace. I can afford to keep Steve-O waiting one or two minutes, he reasoned. No straight man would blame me, save for perhaps the pope.
He cupped her ass and felt her grind against his hardness, raising one leg up, pressing her knee against the wall behind him.
"If you fucked me here, I wouldn't be mad," she moaned in his ear. "I could never be mad at you for celebrating my flesh. It's your gift to unwrap, Laric."