Coldness

Adrianna stalked into the den, seeking her target. He sat, quiet and motionless, laid back in his recliner, a blank look in his eyes. Like a statue, a lifeless doll, which was par for the course. His face was pale today, paler than normal and his lips arched low in a forced frown.

“We need to talk about this,” she said, hands on her hips in a defensive stance. “Answer me, Bob.”

Bob said nothing.

She circled the chair to face him, still unable to catch his gaze.

“Ya know, I am really sick of this. Sick of how you never give a shit about what I think or what I feel.” She turned and paced in front of him. “Sick to death of how I give every day. I take care of you. I bathe you, feed you, and dress you. I practically wipe your ass. What do I get for that, Bob?”

Adrianna had been with Bob for about forty years. Originally, they took care of each other. The last ten years or so had become… difficult, to say the least. Bob, no longer wanted to go out and their once entertaining, excitement filled relationship had turned into a chore. Adrianna was more like a nursemaid, or slave, depending on how she looked at it.

She stopped and looked at him again. “Nothing, that’s what, not a God damned thing.” Her body shook in frustration and she felt her face flushing with heat. “For fuck sake, Bob, look at me!”

Bob remained emotionless and motionless before her, with the exception of his pointer finger that occasionally twitched. Such a cold bastard when he wanted to be. Whenever she misbehaved or threw one of her tantrums he’d draw away from her. Leaving her to deal with her own self-made, dramatic misery, as he always put it. His way to punish her, she figured. And make no mistake, it was a punishment. This time, it had dragged on a few days. Enough already.

“Dammit, Bob. Stop it.” Adrianna wiped the wetness, now dripping down her cheeks. She loathed when he did this and could feel herself weakening, ready to give in. Yet again. It hurt to be shut out by him and she could never stand it for very long. Her chest tightened and ached, a knot lodged itself in her throat.

Still, Bob didn’t reply, but his reedy finger twitched. It was a standoff of sorts. And, who would win this time? Adrianna was determined it would be her. She’d rather go to hell and back before she gave in. Fuck him.

“Fine. Don’t talk. Don’t listen. Just do what you do, you cold son-of-a-bitch.” She stomped out of the den to the front foyer, calling over her shoulder. “Figure out how to get your own supper tonight, I’m not doing it.” She grabbed her coat and walked out.

Adrianna hopped in her car and drove downtown. The main streets were littered with dance clubs and bars, but that’s not what she wanted. She was looking for a specific bar, one on the edge of town, where the younger crowds didn’t migrate. When she found it, she settled her car out back, in the corner of the lot. Backing in the space to ensure a clean getaway if needed.

Adrianna prowled through the crowded biker bar seeking a different kind of target now. She was hungry, knew Bob was hungry, too. Let the bastard fend for himself. He doesn’t deserve me anyway. She forced the thought way. The bar was dark, like most of this type, and stunk to high heavens of spilled beer and sweaty bodies. She wanted a big one tonight and she had no intentions of sharing her boon with ol’ Bob, either. Nothing less would do.

She approached the mahogany bar and hollered over the loud music to the bartender. “I’ll take a Budweiser, bottle.”

She never touched the glasses in places like this, they never cleaned them well enough for her liking, nor did she drink beer from the taps, fuck knows the last time those lines had been cleaned out. She didn’t even want to contemplate the amount of bacteria running through them. Disgusting.

The bartender placed the bottle in front of her and took her cash. She turned, taking the first gulp of her beer and scanned the crowd. She spotted him, six foot - three inches of pure, unadulterated biker. She licked her lips. Oh, she liked this one. Long blonde hair, secured with tiny elastic bands set every inch down its length, to his lower back. She especially liked the prison tattoos covering each thickly muscled arm from shoulder to wrist. Yes, he’d do just fine. He was shooting pool with some dirty mother fucker with a patch on his back. Adrianna approached the table and placed four quarters on the edge to play next up. If he won, she’d get her turn to play him.

She seated her five foot - four inch self at the tiny raised bar table against the wall, and waited. The biker eyed her a couple times. She smiled and tucked a lock of her long black hair behind her ear, doing her best to appear innocent. She wore a loose faded denim skirt and plain white tank top. Normally, she would have dressed a bit more provocatively, but she’d run out of the house so quickly tonight, being pissed off at Bob and all. She’d make it work and take care not to get her white tank dirty.

Success, her biker won the game and it was her turn.

He turned to her and nodded.

She hopped off the bar stool and strolled over. “I’ll rack,” she said and gathered the balls at the end of the table.

He watched her as he leaned against the wall, cue stick held firmly in his hands. When she finished, she stepped back. He moved to the table, carefully taking aim on the cue ball.

He glanced up at her. “Nice rack,” he said with a smirk and nailed the cue ball, sending it into the cluster of balls with a loud crack.

Adrianna giggled. “Care to put a wager on the game?”

He arched one brow. “What’d you have in mind, little lady.”

She stepped next to him. “Well, I was thinking that if I win, I get to take you out back.” She smiled and ran one hand down his bicep. “If you win, then you get to take me out back.”

“Kinda’ forward, ain’t ya?”

“I know what I like when I see it.” She walked her fingers up his arm to his neck. “And, I like you.” She licked her lips and let a seductive grin adorn her face.

He blinked. “Can’t say no to an offer like that.” He raised his hand to shake hers. “Deal. Name’s Dean.”

“Deal.” She nodded and placed her palm gently in his. “I’m Adrianna.”

Flirtatious looks passed between them a number of times during the game. Towards the end, he leaned over her, pressing his partially hardened length against her ass.

“Thought you might need a little help with this bank shot,” he purred low in her ear.

Adrianna reached back and gripped his thigh. “Yes, thank you.” She leaned forward further, allowing him a full feel of her rounded bottom. The pool game ended relatively quickly, after that.

Dean took her pool cue and placed both against the wall, grabbed her hand and led her out the back door of the bar.

“My car is just over there.” She pointed and rushed him towards it. She didn’t need anyone seeing them.

When they reached her vehicle, she unlocked it and they slipped in the back seat.

“Fuck. You weren’t kidding lady,” he said when she hiked her skirt up and straddled his lap.

“I never kid about fucking.” She tugged open his pants and helped him scoot them down, out of the way.

She caught his gaze and held it for a moment, then slid down over his stiff cock.

His eyes glazed over, rolling in their sockets and his head fell back against the seat.

“Oh, yes, you’ll do. Nice and thick,” she muttered, rocking against him. “There we go,” she growled and sped up her movements.

He let out a few imperceptible moans as she rode him and a lazy smile spread across his face.

“That’s it, baby. Give momma what she needs.”

Hissing like a snake, her tongue transformed into its forked state, and she licked over his neck. She began riding him harder and faster, shuttling herself up and down his cock, working him into a frenzy to build his orgasm and sexual energy. She couldn’t come until he did. She needed to feed.

Feeling him tense, she slowed her movements, dragging it out.

He groaned.

She needed this; it had been too long since she had such a strong donor. She jerked his head up by the back of his hair and kissed him, sliding her forked tongue in and around his mouth, staring into his eyes, willing him to hold out a little longer. Just a little longer.

She dragged her mouth away. “Come on you fuck. More, I need more.” She sped her movements again. “Yes, yes. Fuck that’s good.”

She felt his pressure building and knew he was about to blow. She focused her now glowing red eyes on his and felt his cock jerk inside her. Once, twice… her head fell back. She moaned low and long, grinding herself against him, rocking back and forth. His cock jerked once more and she sucked up every drop he gave her. Eating all the energy she could take inside herself until her orgasm finally exploded. Her body shuddered and her limbs tingled as she was filled with the nectar of life.

Dean’s body was limp beneath hers and she rose off of him. Stepping out of the car, she tugged her skirt down and pulled him out of her back seat. Stronger now, she dragged his body behind her car, and a little ways into the woods. He’d wake in a few hours completely confused and wondering how he got there.

“Thanks, Dean. I needed that.” She laughed and gave him a little peck on his cheek.

The drive home seemed endless. She sat in the driveway for a few too many minutes, contemplating what might await her. Adrianna crept into the house quietly, feeling a bit guilty for not bringing Bob supper, and hoped he was sleeping. She’d be sure to take care of him tomorrow.

“Adrianna?” he croaked from the den.

Shit. She poked her head around the corner. “Yes, Bob?” Trying for all it was worth to sound sweet.

“Get in here, you bitch.”

“Fuck. Come on, Bob.”

“Now.”

She approached him slowly, but kept a good distance away. He’d be able to smell that she had fed.

“Closer.”

She stepped beside his chair.

Bob turned his pale face towards her, boring his hollowed blue eyes into hers.

She knew they’d still have a hint of red glow to them. It’d be a few hours before that went away.

“You bring me supper?”

She sighed. “No, Bob. I didn’t.” She turned to walk away from him.

Before she could register his movement he gripped her wrist, tugging her onto his lap.

“Then I guess, you’re dinner, you bitch.” He pulled her close. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he sank his sharp fangs into her neck.

Adrianna struggled to get away as he drank, and drank, then drank more.

“Bob!” she screamed. “You’re taking too much.” She felt herself weakening. He was taking everything she just received from the biker. What was his name? She thought absently as the room spun around her. Helpless, she clutched at his shoulders as a dreadful coldness settled into her belly and then she blacked out.

XX

Bob removed his fangs from her neck. “That’ll learn ya. Teach ya to not bring me supper.” He settled back in his recliner. Adrianna lay limp in his lap, unconscious.

Tomorrow was a new day. He’d make it up to her then.