Angel's Messiah by Melanie Tomlin Read Free Book Online

Danny had made it his job to find them for me, then he’d hang back while I walked in and let them take a bite out of me. As long as they stuck to my legs, arms, or upper body I wasn’t bothered too much. The small amount of pain I had to endure was nothing compared to the pleasure afterwards. I was still wary about letting them bite my stomach and lower abdomen, even though no damage had been done so far.
    We didn’t bother clearing away the bodies. It all added to the fun, knowing the vamps and werewolves would be wondering what was killing these massive creatures so effectively — how they were being turned into stone. Maybe there was a market for them in the city. People would buy anything if they thought it was art.
    After the four werewolves currently fastened to me whimpered and died — they all whimper in the end — I was on a high from their energy. I pushed their bodies away — detaching their teeth from my flesh always hurt a little — and rushed over to Danny, jumping into his outstretched arms and wrapping my legs about his waist. I’d have to eat ten vamps in order to get the same buzz from four werewolves. Maybe a permanent change of diet was in order.
    “I’ll race you home,” I laughed, and dropping down to the ground started running.
    It was a good four hundred kilometres back to the cottage. I wasn’t going to run the whole way, but Danny didn’t need to know that. Besides, I’d probably have difficulty finding it on foot. I looked back over my shoulder. He wasn’t there. As I looked ahead of me, I caught movement out of the corner of my left eye. It was Danny. The sneak had transported ahead and was now intercepting me. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I ran. Before I could react we were back at the cottage, in the garden at the rear. Something smelled different. It was a familiar smell, yet not one that belonged here. I found myself thinking of the beach, of all places.
    “Clearly you need to burn off some energy, again. How about a swim?”
    I looked behind me. A good portion of the garden was gone, replaced by an Olympic-size swimming pool. I clapped my hands and, wriggling out of Danny’s arms, ran and jumped into what I hoped was the deep end. It turned out that it was the same depth the whole way around. Danny probably didn’t know that most pools had a shallow end and a deep end.
    My clothes were weighing me down, so I sent them away without much thought. The water may have only came up to my neck, but clothes were a hassle in a pool. I looked down at the water. I’d always liked the way water can make your body look distorted — with the small waves I made my body appeared to be undulating.
    Danny dove in one end of the pool and swam all the way underwater to where I was, grabbing my legs and pulling me under. He kissed me and lifted me out of the water.
    “I like your swimsuit,” he said.
    I looked in the water and grinned. “Yours isn’t bad either.”
    Danny rubbed my stomach, something he’d taken to doing a lot lately.
    “Are you putting on weight?” he asked.
    “It’s not like I’m supposed to,” I said sarcastically.
    “Okay, you were being sarcastic, weren’t you?”
    I laughed and kissed him. He was so funny sometimes.
    “Let’s do some laps before I wear you right out,” I said. “Maybe a bit of dancing later … I still have to show you what a lap dance is.”
    He ran his hands through my wet hair and kissed my neck.
    “I’m looking forward to learning how to do that one.”
    “You’ll be a passive participant,” I murmured in his ear.
    He gave me a look that said he didn’t understand. I tapped the side of my nose and smiled. That was for me to know and him to find out.
    I took off down the pool to do some laps, and after half an hour, and a few kilometres of ground covered, I was ready for a tango, salsa or rumba. I’d leave the decision up to Danny. He was getting very good at the tango, though really needed to work on the other two.