Fated Mate

“Sabrina, that’s enough.” Ashat shoved her off him. He pulled on his pants and got out of bed to get another beer.

“Are you sure?” she asked, using her horny voice. She was now seated on the bed, naked. She rubbed her right foot slow and seductively over her left leg, as her fingers played with her long hair.

If you are trying to seduce me, you’ll have to try harder.

Her face dropped and then suddenly turned red in a rage. She growled at him and in a huff pulled the sheet to cover herself.

“I may love you but that doesn’t give you the right to treat me like a whore! You shouldn’t have bit me if you wanted to dispose of me once you grew tired of me!”

Well, that was your profession. Biting you was a mistake, a huge one. He shrugged. I guess I was hungrier than I thought. Then the familiar pain settled over him. I only love one person, and you are not her. Rosa…

“Rosa, Rosa! She’s been dead for over five centuries now, get over it! Even if you drink yourself into a stupor or sleep with as many women as you want…” Her rage was now replaced with sadistic humor. “Wait a minute, I’m the only one you can screw.” She laughed. “Tough having a guilty conscious, huh? Either way, she is never coming back! And if you hadn’t noticed you are immortal, so the afterlife reunion will be a bit delay-”

Before she could finish, he had his fingers wrapped around her throat. He wanted to rip her head clear off her shoulders. He was in such a rage. He’d had enough of her taunts. He had put up with her bullshit for over seventy years, this was the last straw! He should have killed her the day he had turned her, saved himself the headaches.

“Don’t you dare say her name, ever again!” he said through clenched teeth.

He let out a loud growl and lifted her a foot off the floor by her neck. She kicked and scratched at his wrist, gasping for air. He had cut off her air supply, a little tighter and he would crush her neck.

And prove the guys, right?

Before he could toss her across the room, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Ash, Billy’s gone again. Do you always send him out or are they personal errands? He wouldn’t have gone to the bar without me, would he? Hey, can you hear me?”

Joe, he could be a nuisance sometimes.

“Mind your own damn business!” Ashat put her down and shouted back at the door. “Go do something useful.” He turned back to her. “You are too.”

* * * *

Joe and Ash arrived at the bar to find Billy seated with two women on a sofa in a dark corner. The music was loud, and the club had dark red lighting, and dancers on poles, with others on swings hanging from the ceiling.

“You did come without me!” Joe said sulkily at Billy.

“You can be such a chic sometimes,” Billy replied, paying very little attention to him. He had other interests on his mind, they were also on his lap.

To think after all these years, he would have gotten tired of partying all the time. But then again, as the years had gone by, women and booze were the only constant factor in their lives.

Ash walked to the bar and sat down. He liked drinking alone; he liked being alone. Now that he was sure Billy was okay, he could unwind a bit but still keep an eye on them. Unfortunately, tonight, he would have to be the sober one and make sure they didn’t trash the place.

He ordered a whole bottle of tequila and started the short journey down the bottle, one glass at a time.

* * * *

“We need to find him before he finds us!” Baku was in a rage. It had been a whole century since he last saw Ashat; he had gotten close, too close for Baku’s liking.

He was currently living in Manhattan, renting a lavishly furnished mansion. The wealth he had accumulated over the past centuries allowed him to live an expensive life. He was sad that he might not be able to live there for long though. A man on the run never stayed put in one place for too long. He might as well lay out a yellow brick road for Ashat.

“You’ll find him in New York,” Seth, his right-hand man, offered.

“After all these years you’d think he would have moved out of our ancestral land,” he said with a sarcastic snort. Baku turned his attention back to the small group of immortals. “I have no plans of leaving this earth before he does, now find him!”

His minions ran out the door in bedlam. No one wanted to be near him in case he lashed out, which he did often and loved every minute of it.

“I’ll find you, Ashat, and put you out of your misery once and for all. I mean, it’s the least I could do, considering…”

Seth walked into the huge room where Baku was standing at the fireplace. “Baku, the boys found him and his pack.” He held the phone close to his ear as he waited for their instructions.

Baku turned to him with a tense smile on his face. “Kill his pack, and then bring him to me!” he exclaimed victoriously, but there was an echo of doubt at the edge of his voice. He knew it wouldn’t be that simple. Anything that involved Ashat was never that simple and it bordered on dangerous.

He smiled knowingly. It was a good thing he had idiots to sacrifice themselves for him.

With no one to back him up, Ashat would be an easy target, well not so easy, just difficult to handle.

“Finally! I’m going to enjoy killing you, Ashat.”

* * * *

Ash, Joe and Billy staggered into the pizzeria. It was half an hour to closing time and they were the only ones left in the restaurant. They may prefer blood, but they still ate human food, and pizza was Joe’s favorite. Ashat and Billy sat in a booth while Joe placed their orders at the counter.

“We should have asked how fast they could make twenty pizzas. I think the alcohol is starting to lose its effects.” Billy held three fingers in front of his face. He held them away before he pulled them closer then held them away again.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Ash wasn’t paying much attention to Billy. He too wanted to go home and get drunk. He didn’t like how fast the alcohol metabolized in his body. Being drunk out of his mind helped him get through his immortal life; he didn’t want to face life sober. It was too hard.

Twenty minutes later, a black man dressed in an elegant black suit walked into the pizzeria towards the counter. He seemed to be in a good mood. He placed his order, and then turned toward the door, smiled and waved. Ash followed his gaze outside. Parked outside was a SUV. A tiny hand stuck out the window, waving back frantically.

Ash turned his ear in the SUV’s direction listening to the heartbeats of the occupants in the car, trying to figure out how many there were. There was one strong heartbeat and three smaller but strong hearts beat as well.

His wife and three kids…that could have been me five centuries ago…they could have been us, Rosa!

Before Ash had time to recover from the anguish he was in, he caught a familiar scent. Billy’s head jerked up, Joe turned towards the door, their faces stern and their body rigid. They had smelled it too. The black guy was busy on his Blackberry, he seemed oblivious to the looming danger.

Get him out of here! Ash’s thoughts screamed at Joe.

It’s too late! Get him behind the counter, now! Billy’s thoughts yelled. He turned and looked outside into the darkness.

Joe turned to the elegantly dressed black man with a forced smile on his face. “Excuse me, sir. Hi, what’s your name?”

“Dave,” he said returning Joe’s smile.

“I’m Joe, that’s Ash and Billy. Would you please do us a favor?”