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ALEX
I opened my eyes.
Instead of being in a deceased vampire's manor, I was in an average New York City apartment. There was no roaring fireplace or silence from the world outside. If not for the rain pouring down I would have been able to clearly hear the sounds from the streets below.
It took a moment for me to feel the sweat dropping off my nude body. The dream had been more intense than any before. Usually anything done in the dream wasn't reflected when I awoke.
I put a finger to my throat and felt where Jash had bitten me. Or at least thought I could feel it as Jash only existed in a dream. He wasn't real. I just wanted him to be.
If I took a moment to think, the dream would stop feeling so real. I just had to accept that the only way I could find love was through a fantasy. People would always betray you at some point. They would fail you and I had accepted that.
Though I had tried a date or two to replace the fantasy of Jash in my head. But they were always too human by the end. The only way I could get any release was imagining Jash ******* me.
For years I had wanted to be dominated by the Saxhleel. Every other sexual partner I had was taken care of by me but I had always taken charge. I had always felt more comfortable leading instead of following.
But with Jash...he was different. I knew no matter how roughly he treated me, he always had my best interests at heart.
I turned my head to look at my clock on the unkempt nightstand. Besides the digital clock, lamp, and gun there was no organization to it. My gun was on top of the clock which meant I could reach it quickly if anything were to happen.
It was late enough that I could go to sleep again and get ****** by Jash for a second time tonight.
Before I could tell why, I had reached for my gun. Once the metal was in my hands I heard someone knocking at the door. I took off the safety before quickly getting up. No one with good intentions came knocking this late at night.
"Alex Casey!" A familiar and irritated voice began to yell at me between knocks.
I put the safety back on and returned my gun to its place. Saga Anderson, my FBI partner of a year now, wouldn't be storming my apartment late at night if it wasn't important. She was happily married with a kid and putting her job before them without reason was unlike her.
"Coming, Saga!" I yelled which silenced both the yelling and the knocking.
The only order of business was to get cleaned up. I would have preferred a shower but there wasn't time for that. However I was able to wash enough of myself to get the scent of ** *** off my skin at least. That didn't leave any time for me to get dressed, though, so I wrapped a towel around my waist.
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