7. Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Azizia

It’s him.

I know it’s him.

Holy hell, he’s sexy.

All dark hair and nerdy vibes.

I stare at him from the rooftop, so entranced by everything about him that I forget I’m supposed to be hiding. He looks up, and that triggers my memory, causing me to jerk back at the last second.

Shit. I think he saw me.

Of course, I want him to see me. I want him to love me, damn it, but I don’t want to scare him. I can’t have him running away and making this more difficult than it already is.

I peek my head out, but Felix isn’t where he was. I look around and spot him walking away.

My head is so messed up from setting eyes on him that I’ve forgotten part of the plan.

I hurry down the old ladder on the side of the building, then hop onto the dumpster. Once my feet are on the ground, I hurry to the black car that’s waiting on the street—thanks to Kiza.

I tap on the driver's window and point in the direction Felix went.

Once the guy rolls it down, I say, “He’s going that way, carrying a large plastic box thing. I’m going to follow him, so stay close. He doesn’t look too strong, but you never know. You may have to help me.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” the driver says.

His name is Draven. He’s a demon like me, but he isn’t very demon-like. He’s smaller than most of the males and doesn’t look as scary. Probably kicked out of hell because of it. I stand up straight and plant my hand on my hip.

“Kiza said you would help me with whatever driving needs I had.”

“Yeah, driving , not kidnapping!”

“He’s not a kid…”

He gapes at me, then this weird, choked sound comes out of his mouth.

“I can’t get in trouble up here,” he argues.

“Neither can I. So you better stay close.” I step back, looking around for Felix.

I can’t let him get too far away. This is my chance. So I take off.

The car is quiet as it follows behind me. Good. At least he’s listening.

I check my back pocket for the handcuffs, making sure they’re still there, and smile when I feel the circular outline in my pocket.

I’ve never snatched someone off the street before, but here goes nothing.

I move quickly but carefully, and when I catch sight of him, my heart skips a beat.

His ass is so nice.

I stare at it as he walks. It’s slightly too big for his body, with the nicest jiggle I’ve ever seen on an ass. He’s tall too, but he’s walking slightly crooked and I can’t tell if there’s something wrong with his leg or that box he’s carrying is just really heavy…

What the hell is in there? Bricks?

It’s early, so there isn’t anyone around, which is great. The sun hasn’t even come up yet, which helps me stay hidden. Draven has the lights off on his car, so that helps him be less noticeable, too.

I hurry after Felix, hearing him talking quietly to himself—or to the box, I can’t tell—which I would probably find strange if I didn’t love his voice so much.

When I’m about fifteen feet from him, I know it’s do or die. Now or never.

I run and lunge, jumping onto his back and wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. Felix flails his arms, letting out a yelp. He swings his body around, trying to shake me off, but I only hold tighter.

“Stay still!” I shout at him.

“Get off me, you whacko!”

“Just hold still. This will be so much easier… if you… hold still!”

I manage to get him in a tight headlock, just the way my brother showed me. Rae-Rae showed me all kinds of awesome defense techniques that he said I may need while up here. Apparently, it’s a dangerous place, but I haven’t noticed any danger. It’s all been a lot of fun.

Felix and I stumble to the side as he loses his balance. I tighten my grip around his throat, hoping to get him to calm the hell down, but it only makes him freak out more. He groans and growls, using his free hand to yank on my arms. I rear my foot back and kick at the box, because now that I’m on him, I feel the heaviness to it and it’s making us tip over.

“Drop the box!” I shout at him, trying to kick it again but missing.

“No, not Roger!”

“You named your box Roger?” I screech.

Again, if this man weren’t so damn delicious, and his voice weren’t the best thing my ears have ever listened to, I’d worry about him being crazy, but… everyone has their faults. If he’s crazy, I’ll accept him for who he is. He’s just too beautiful to do otherwise. I can’t let him go now. He’s mine.

He tries to respond, but his body starts to go limp. Still, he doesn’t let go of the damn box. Then I remember the handcuffs in my pocket, and the fact Draven is supposed to be helping me.

I look over my shoulder. The car is stopped in the middle of the road, and he’s staring at me with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open.

“Help me!” I scream at him.

He shakes out of it, then opens the door and runs over, standing there with his arms out to the sides like he doesn’t know what to do.

“Take the box!”

“Not Roger!” Felix manages to say, though his voice is quiet and very raspy now.

“Stop resisting!”

“No, not my—”

Draven yanks the box from Felix’s hand as his legs give out and he drops. I straighten my feet in time that I catch myself, then grab the handcuffs, quickly get them on, and look up at Draven.

“Get him, I’ll carry that stupid box,” I growl.

Draven hands me the box, and I take it, but it pulls me down and drops to the ground with a loud clap.

This is heavier than I thought!

I scope it out, noting there is a wire front, and when I look inside, I scream and jerk away from it.

Draven is bent over Felix, about to lift him, but frozen and staring at me like I threatened his mother.

“It’s a fucking alien!” I shout at Draven. “A naked rat! And it’s… it’s fucking obese!”

The thing hisses at me, its claws coming out, then it swats at me.

I glare at it and hiss back, showing dominance.

But all it does is hiss at me again.

I grit my teeth and crawl, then tap the side of the box, hoping to scare it, but all it does is lunge at me again. Feisty thing.

I look up to see Draven shaking his head, then proceeds to lift up Felix and run to the car. He opens the trunk, and is about to drop Felix in when I shout, “No, you heathen! I want him in the back with me!”

Draven freezes, glares at me, then brings Felix to the back seat. I lift the box with two hands, and hurry over. If it were up to me, I’d leave it here, but Felix seems attached and I don’t want to upset him.

“This devil spawn can go in the trunk.” I drop the box in and close the trunk. “I wonder if Lucifer knows he’s missing a child.”

I wipe my hands on my pants, finding Draven staring at me again.

“What?” I bark.

‘You know that’s a cat, right?”

“That thing is not a cat.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“It’s not. It’s hairless, huge with bug eyes, and wearing this ugly sweater that looks pokier than a cactus. Animals don’t wear sweaters.”

Draven then glances at Felix and frowns. “Weirdos dress their animals in sweaters.”

I storm up to Draven, and point in his face. “Don’t you dare insult my Felix ever again!”

He stumbles back. “Right… well, you should get in so we can go. I’m late for my day job.”

I climb into the backseat and groan when I realize Draven didn’t buckle Felix in. Doesn’t he care about his well-being? I reach across Felix and can’t help but run my nose along his chest and inhale his scent as I do. I buckle him, then tug on it to make sure it’s locked properly. I don't want him getting hurt. I sit close to him, wrap my arm around his waist, and rest my head against his chest as we make our way home.

Draven helps me get Felix and the alien into the house, then storms out. He’s shaking his head and muttering to himself all the way to his car.

“Bye! Thank you for your help!” I call after him with a grin as I stand on the porch and watch as he goes. He looks at me over his shoulder, shakes his head again, then gets in the car and leaves.

When I get back into the house, I notice Felix isn’t awake.

Did I go too far?

He should have woken up almost right away… shouldn’t he have?

He’s comfortable at least, laying in my bed that I plan to share with him for the rest of forever.

Leaving the handcuffs on is necessary. I don’t want him to attack me before I get a chance to explain. I look him over, wondering if there is something I can do to wake him up.

I spot some kind of strap across his chest. As I follow it, I see it’s attached to a bag. I didn’t realize he was wearing one because I was too distracted by that damn alien in a box. I tug on the strap, but it doesn’t come off. And I can't get it off because of the handcuffs. I want him to be comfortable, so I guess cutting it is the best option.

I go in search of scissors, pressing my ear to the bathroom door to listen for the alien, and smile when I hear it’s silent in there. The thing was making the strangest noises inside that box, so I figured letting it loose in the bathroom would be okay. It’s been quiet ever since.

I find scissors in the kitchen that I use to cut the strap on the bag, but when I pull it away, I see a large spot of blood on the bed. Panic overwhelms me as I search Felix’s body, pressing my hands everywhere I can to find a wound.

Oh no.

No, no, no.

I hurt him!

As I touch everywhere I can along his sides and arms, I don’t find anything that would cause that much blood. My hands are shaking as I look around, trying to figure out where the blood came from, when my eyes land on another spot beneath the bag that’s now on the floor. I open it to find a plastic bag that has blood in it.

Why the hell would he have a blood bag?

I take the bag and drop it into the tub in the bathroom off the bedroom. When I get back to Felix, I look over his gorgeous face with flawless skin and beautiful dark eyelashes. As I stare at his lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss him, I see the smallest hint of a tooth. Well, not just a tooth, but… I lean in, press my finger to his top lip and push it up, then gasp.

Fangs.

Is my Felix a vampire?

“Oh, you naughty boy,” I say out loud.

I swing my head back to the spot of blood.

The blood. The fangs. Working a night shift…

This man is so naughty! I knew it. I knew he had it in him. Why is he playing pretend with me? Acting like he’s so shy. Vampires aren’t shy!

But I knew there was something about him that wasn’t adding up, especially after he finally gave in and used one of my suggestions on his show. He may not have spoken directly to me, but I know he was doing it for me. I just know it. My non-stop emails finally paid off, and now… now I have him here, in my home, and I can’t wait for him to wake up. Because from this moment on, this home is ours, and we’re going to be happy together for the rest of our lives.

I take his shoes off to help him get more comfortable, then I cover him with the blankets, not worried about the blood.

My Felix is a vampire, so it won’t bother him.

And it doesn’t bother me.

Oh, my… just the thought of him feeding from me has chills running up my spine.

I’ve never been fed from, but it’s been a fantasy of mine for as long as I can remember.

Felix really is perfect.

And now he’s all mine.