The Nightlife: Paris (The Nightlife Series) by Luedke Travis

Author:Luedke, Travis [Luedke, Travis]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2013-11-15T23:00:00+00:00

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I smelled the musty scents of concrete walls and packed earth, a basement. He sat next to me in the dark, wiping the blood from my head. I watched him and knew he couldn’t see my eyes had opened.

He wiped my head and neck with a wet washcloth. “Fuckin’ snipers. You gotta watch for ‘em. They hide out up in the buildings and wait. You just never know. Couldn’t you see I was keepin’ down? They’re nasty buggers.”

Jabbering on in his foreign language, he seemed to be talking more to himself than me. I didn’t understand a word of it.

“What the hell are you doing, Aldocino? Whole damn troop’s dead, what are you doing? Should be out there.”

He rinsed out the cloth in a basin of water and continued gently washing my face and neck. My head pounded, but the pain was receding, the wound sealing, healing. It must have been a close shave.

This man fascinated me. His strong, warm hands washed me with such care as he talked to himself. He smelled different, he sounded different, and like me, he was alone in this world.

“Damn Krauts. What the hell do they want with France anyway? What the hell am I doing here? If Pops could see me now, Corporal Joseph Aldocino, hiding in a basement with a sweet little Frenchy who’s probably gonna die on me.”

His fingers brushed across the wound on the side of my head. “You are one lucky girl.” He shook his head. “This place ain’t nothin’ but death.”

His warm hands moved lower to clean the blood from my chest and breasts, lingering there with a soft touch. He made me hungry, yearning for more.

“Holy shit!” He started as I grabbed his hand. “Damn! I thought you was dying for sure.”

He peered through the darkness, trying to see me better. I wrapped around him, pulling him tight into an embrace as I bit down and tasted his warm blood. He didn’t fight.

He held on, whispering assurances, as if I was the one who should be afraid. “It’s gonna be alright, honey. Don’t you worry none.”

He soothed me with his hands on my back and shoulders, and his smooth voice. I liked this man, he was nice. I had not known many nice men. I decided to keep him.

He quickly succumbed to my bite, and I fed deeply, but not enough to hurt him. I remembered my nights with the bloodslaves, the control I had acquired.

“Damn girl! Darlin’, I don’t know what you done, but it sure felt good.”

He had a lazy, drugged smile, his hand rubbed his crotch. I recognized the smile of a bloodslave. I had claimed him for my own, permanently.

“Don’t suppose you speak any English? Eeenglish?”

I smiled and licked his blood off my lips.

“I ain’t lucky ‘nough to find me a Frenchy I can talk to.” He shook his head.

I shook my head.

“Get all that blood off your face and you sure are a pretty little thing.” He wiped the tip of my nose with his washcloth.

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