Cally glanced back over her shoulder as Sheeil slowly pulled away from the curb. He drove like a feind the rest of the time but every single time he dropped her off at home he did this.
"Shut the fuck up princess. No chance in hell he gives a god damn about your worthless soul. Stop day dreaming and grow the fuck up."
She shook her head and trotted up the front stairs to the glass doors. Head down in search of the door fob she didn't see the girl coming out in a hurry. Their bodies collided and Cally reached out instinctively to keep the girl from falling.
"Im so sorry. I..." the girl started to say.
her soft husky voice had an accent. Thats all Cally had the mental energy to put into it while her senses were drowning her in pleasure. Softness. Warmth. A scent like warm home made cherry pie. A sexual current so deep and slow it was pulling her under already. And there , right under her ear, that soft sensitive flesh and the sweet blood pumping just under the surface exposed and waiting , just waiting for Cally.
"Trust me, you ain't gonna die from waiting one more fucking night." Sheeil growled irritably as he flicked his half finished smoke out the drivers window while he spun the wheel and hit the gas.
"I know. But she was perfect.... and she was almost ready." Cally replied, clutching the seat for support as the car flew around the next corner.
Sheeil shook his head and glanced over at his newest and strangest whelp.
"The trouble with a little knowledge is it tends to cause a lot of upheaval in an active mind. Knowing that feeding will make you stronger is driving you to be reckless hunny. Slow down and breath. We'll find you a donor. But it won't be tonight. "
"Yes Sire."
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