Page 58 of Those That Don't Exist
I’m taking precautions by finding places to shower in between her place and the pack land so I can wash her off me. I’ve even been hiding changes of clothing I swap in and out of every time I leave.
Am I paranoid? Maybe, but with consequences so dire I’m taking no chances. I’m not giving Red up now I know how she feels in my arms.
She’s sitting across from me currently. We’re in my office, it's the third time she’s been here. We work together sitting on opposite sides of the desk, she researches and writes whilst I pretend to work, mainly watching her instead.
I’m kidding, kind of.
This little routine we’re developing has brought me a level of happiness I haven’t felt in a long time. Being in her presence settles me somehow. It's so easy to just be with her.
I also might be addicted to her fiery red curls she only lets me see. I love running my hands through them, or having them fan across my chest when she lays across me on her bed. I wish she’d have the confidence to stop using her glamour entirely but for now I settle on her dropping it whenever we’re alone.
I watch as a little scowl appears on her face. She repeatedly hits the delete key before resuming her furious typing.
She’s so dedicated to her work, her passion for knowledge is something I admire. It’s something we share.
I’ve been trawling through the records like a good researcher, following Adicious’s orders and doing my day job. Although, they have been very fruitless since Atlas. I’ve hit yet anotherdead end and am taking another lingering glance at Red as she flicks between one of the several open books and her laptop.
A sudden kick on my ankle has me snapping to attention.
“Hey! Where’d your mind go?” Red is grinning at me across the desk. “You’ve been staring blankly at me for the last five minutes.”
“We need to work on your footsie game.” I flash her a stern look whilst rolling my chair back slightly so I can rub my injury. She’s got a powerful kick even when she’s not trying. Our sessions at the gym are paying off.
Oh yeah, we’ve been training together too most nights. It's been as amazing as it is torturous, getting all hot and sweaty with her.
“Ty?” Red turns serious. “Are you ok?”
“Sorry, I was miles away.” I really need to keep my brain from picturing all the ways I want her.
“Clearly.” She leans forward, placing both elbows on the desk and drawing my focus to her chest. “I just told you I flashed you before I restored to violence and I got zero response,” she teases me whilst twirling the pen in her hand.Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“Trust me, Red, if you’d done that you’d be on your back on this desk by now with me buried deep inside you,” I shoot back and watch her nostrils flare.
We’ve not taken our physical relationship any further than some very teenage over the clothes touching, but we’ve both threatened the other with it. I love the flick of fire through my veins I get with each insinuation.
I inhale a lungful of her scent as my cock twitches, as it does every time I’m near her. The air isn’t saturated in her arousal, damn the jeans she’s wearing today, but I can detect the spike of adrenaline in her bloodstream.
“You keep teasing me with such promises, and yet that’s all they seem to be. Words.” It’s teasing but I hear the frustration in her voice.I feel it too, trust me.
“Red, you know I want to. You’ll have to trust me for now when I say I will be having you in every position which exists, on every available surface I see, once I’m free.”A plan I’m working on, I just keep ending up dead as I think through the various options.
“Well,” she sighs, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “I guess my hand is going to continue to get RSI in the meantime. Which reminds me, I also need to buy batteries.” My cock throbs painfully at that image.Fuck me.
A ping from my laptop distracts my thoughts as a new message lands in my inbox. More records have been added to the database I’ve been using. Interesting…
I click the link through to the archive database and open the new material. I take a quick look at Red, she’s gone back to working too.
This new file is labelled ‘Post War incarcerations.’
Holy Hell.
If this is what I think it is, it's files on Vampires who were caught after the war ended. Those that managed to survive the full five years of fighting, only to be captured afterwards. These are the vampires the public were not informed of. The ones the Fae governments kept quiet and hunted in secret, the world believing us already extinct.
In the decades following the conflict there were top secret government departments which hunted down the rest of us. As far as I’m aware the last was shut down about ten years ago, along with the execution facilities. Not that I have any illusion they wouldn’t restart should the authorities get suspicious of there being survivors still at large.
I take a periphery browse through the records. Many have photos which is surprising, and the processing paperwork seems more complete. My heart sinks as I realise this probably means there’s less chance of any survivors.
The chances had been slim during the war but the chaos and continual rotation of military personnel had made it possible.
