The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Mary was very drawn to the young woman. Very few people seemed to have any manners these days, and Melissa appeared incredibly well behaved around the wraith. And she was certainly nice to look at. Mary shook the thoughts from her head and went to check on Sadie.

“I can shower myself, you know,” the vampire grumbled.

“Yes, but I’m making sure that you go directly from getting dried off to bed. I’ll bring you a blood pack, and you can consume it while we create a sling for your arm.”

“I don’t –”

“You WILL promise to wear the sling until your shoulder is better, or I will materialize in your home every day and continue to steal all your alcohol until you comply. Understood?”

Sadie was just staring at Mary, her eyes wide. “What the hell did I ever do to you to deserve this?” she groaned.

“You befriended me,” Mary replied with a smile. “Get used to it.” She doubted that she’d get much more trouble out of the vampire that night, as it looked like the woman’s body was beginning to crash. “Promise me that you’ll make at least a minimum amount of effort to look after yourself for a while, and I’ll return your alcohol and those deplorable chocolate snack items this evening.”

“You took my Hostess Cupcakes?!” Sadie replied loudly. “You’re a monster!”

Mary grinned. She’d actually eaten the rest while waiting for Sadie to arrive, so she needed to buy time in order to procure more. She got a blood pack out of the fridge and handed it to Sadie, who began muttering like a small child as she headed to bed.

Melissa approached and whispered into Mary’s ear, “Could I have a few moments alone with her? There’s something I need to talk to her about, and I’m afraid I’ll lose my nerve if I wait.”

“Very well,” Mary said. “She misses your conversation, so I hope that whatever your grievances are with her can be resolved.”

As the wraith vanished into thin air, Melissa steeled her shoulders. “Before you even ask, I have no idea where she put your beer.”

“Damn!” Sadie growled, then her face softened. “So –”

Melissa sat down at the edge of the bed and looked questioningly at her friend. “Who are you?” she asked quietly. “And don’t say Sadie Hewitt, since we both know that isn’t true.”

Sadie’s heart began to beat against her will. It probably wasn’t wise to be straining that particular organ at the moment, but she couldn’t really help it.

The goth chick blundered on before her courage failed her. “Lord Frost managed to bring pressure on the Bureau, and your supervisors told Grom to cooperate. Apparently they didn’t realize that you weren’t registered either. So the Captain told me to find a copy of your birth certificate and forward it.” She decided not to tell Sadie about Bart at the moment. She had enough on her mind without plotting to kill the demon. “After I found it, I . . . I did some more looking. I just wanted to see if I could find out more about you. It wasn’t for anyone else . . . just me.”

Sadie had drained the blood back, so she placed it in the trash next to the bed, then closed her eyes. ‘This can’t be happening,’ she though. ‘For a hundred years, this has worked.’ She heard Melissa rummaging through her purse. Sadie opened up her eyes to see a scanned page of an old newspaper.

Melissa’s eyes were questioning. “Sadie Hewitt died when she was three years old. She was killed by the same rogue vampire who killed her mother. They weren’t Turned . . . they knew the difference, even back then. You can tell by the description of the bodies –” She stopped. It had almost broken her heart to think of what the rogue vampire had done to the woman and her little girl. “I just want to know who you are, and why you lied to me. Why you lied to everyone about it.”

Sadie fell back all the way into her pillows, wishing she could open her eyes and have this moment . . . hell, this whole night wind up being just a bad dream.

“I’m still here,” she heard Mel’s voice say. “And I’d like an answer.” She saw Sadie’s eyes open and the blue had expanded to cover the white. Melissa had never seen anything like it before.

“I AM Sadie Hewitt,” the vampire started. “Clark Hogan may not have Turned me vamp, but he sure as hell made me her. She was just a kid,” Sadie continued, in her own little world for a moment. “I thought if I took her name, it might let her live a little longer, ya know. At least through me.”

“Clark Hogan was the rogue vampire, right? He didn’t die because of some werewolf did he?” Mel made this last part sound more like a statement than a question.

“Oh no.” Sadie’s voice had become bitter. “I’d been traveling through Texas at the time when I heard about the killings. I couldn’t let it stand, and none of the Local Lords seemed all that concerned with a poor widow and her brat. So I found Hogan and showed him what it was like to be in the power of someone stronger than himself. People assumed that just because his head got ripped off that it had to be something as powerful as a were –” The vampire stopped when she saw Melissa go pale. ‘Maybe I shouldn’t be quite so graphic,’ she thought.

“Who were you before?” Mel asked. “Why change your name at all?”

“There are bad people in the world, and there are some folks that would be very unhappy if they caught up with me, particularly since I’m no longer supposed to be amongst the still-kind-of living.” Sadie bit her bottom lip for second. It would be so nice just to come clean with someone, but she had her secrets for a reason. “I won’t tell you who or why,” she continued, “but believe me there’s a reason. What you don’t know, you can’t tell. And knowing would put you in danger. Melissa, I am exactly who I’ve shown you to be. I care about you and don’t want you to get hurt. I’m a little wild when it comes to sexual favors. I don’t like snobs or beings who think they’re better than everyone else.”

“So being an army pilot and all that –”

“It’s all true. Everything that I’ve claimed to have done since becoming ‘Sadie Hewitt the vampire’ has been true. I figured I had about twenty more years of being Sadie Hewitt, then I’d move on, assuming that I’m still alive. But I like being Sadie . . . it just seems to fit somehow.”

‘Now for the million dollar question,’ Melissa thought. “How many names have you had?”

Sadie smiled. “Not too many. Tracking specific identities has only become easier in the last couple of centuries. Before that, it wasn’t such a big deal.

Melissa’s eyes widened a bit. “So you’re a bit older than a hundred and twenty then?”

“A bit,” Sadie replied with a nod. “And no, I’m not going to tell you. Just . . . just trust me that I don’t mean you any harm. I love my job and I love helping people.” She cocked her head. “Are you going to tell anyone? You’re legally obligated to you know. I lied on my Arbiter application –”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“No,” Melissa said, breathing a little easier. She wasn’t surprised that Sadie wound up being more than she appeared. Hell, it made sense. She sat closer to Sadie. “I believe you. And I hope someday you’ll tell me the whole story. But if you still want me as a friend –”

“I do,” Sadie said, grasping Melissa’s hand. “Believe me I do.”

“Do you . . . want company tonight?” the girl asked, bring her submissive shyness to the front. “Even as just a friend?”

“Normally I would say yes,” Sadie said, “but Mary would tan my hide. I might wake up with hunger pangs due to my recovery, and if a tempting young morsel was closer than my refrigerator –”

“I get the idea,” Mel said, almost subconsciously covering up her neck with her hand. “I think I could handle getting bitten, but I’d rather not be an appetizer.”

The vampire grinned, and it seemed to bring some light back to the room. Things were good when Sadie was smiling. “Could you drop by and tell Mary that I’ll behave myself, but I want my damn Guinness back! And my cupcakes.”

“I’ll go tell her.”

Sadie thought it over. “Tell her everything,” she said.

Melissa looked surprised. “Are you sure?”

“She deserves to know. She told me her story, and it was a hell of a lot worse than what I told you. I would just rather not go over it again.”

“Okay, I’ll do it.” Melissa leaned over and kissed Sadie twice, once on the forehead and once on the lips. Sadie’s cat, still nameless, jumped up on the bed and wormed her way between Mel and her new person, giving Mel a look as if to challenge her for dominance of cuddling rights. Mel chuckled, scratched the creature’s hears and was promptly forgiven. Then she turned and left, letting Sadie get the rest she badly needed.

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Across town . . .

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Dazza was pacing a trench in the incredibly expensive oriental rug, hoping his Lord didn’t hold it against him.

“Stop that,” Frost said from behind his desk, not ever bothering to look up. “You’re sure she didn’t see you?”

“Even I had problems seeing in that place. It’s why I stayed home as long as I did. If she knew it was me, she would’ve arrested me by now.”

“And you didn’t want to bring them directly here,” Frost said. Dazza might be a toadie, but he was a smart toadie. “I was rather hoping we could have turned her thinking by now and made her more of a team player. That may be my fault,” he admitted.

“How so?”

“She’s rebellious by nature, it would seem. If I’d spent more time observing before approaching her, I would have avoided being so directly confrontational. She is like a mongrel,” he continued, obviously annoyed. “Rather than baiting her with something tempting, I backed her into a corner until she growled. It is no matter. We WILL have the Arbiter on our side. Can you imagine? An Arbiter of her cunning and ability at our disposal? And to think you almost killed her,” Frost added.