Smack! The vampire crashed into another tree, this time impaling his arm on an adjacent branch. The vampire roared in pain. Although entertained by watching Flavius bounce from tree to tree like a rubber ball, Sicily by nature was not sadistic. Therefore, not wishing to see the creature hurt, Sicily urged the vampire to stop charging at her.
Flavius withdrew his arm from the sharp wooden spike, crying out in pain as the agonising operation tore through his flesh and muscles.
“Good job it wasn’t your heart hey Flavius,” toyed Sicily with a wink. The vampire’s arm felt as if it were on fire. He required blood to regenerate, but that would have to wait. A more pressing thought overshadowed his discomfort. Why was he not knocking the witch off her feet? Why was he literally walking through the irksome, annoying, insufferable…oh of course!
He calmed his pulsating body down and turned slowly to his ex-lover and the mother of his new lover. A small, satisfied smile curled up at the corners of her mouth.
“Oh, Flavius darling,” she purred, “you really are delicious but sometimes oh so dippy.”
Admitting the fact that she had duped him, Flavius remained motionless and worked on calming his temper.
Sicily stepped closer to the vampire until she was merely a few inches from his exposed fangs. He stared down to her eyes, his shoulders pressed down, and his back erect. The vampire fixed his eyes steadily upon hers.
“Explain witch,” he said calmly, “You owe me an explanation.”
Sicily smiled, “I’m a hologram darling! You kept running through me like a foolish cat chasing a laser beam, ha!”
Flavius let out a dilapidated sigh, “Yes I’ve now gathered that part Sicily, it’s your old trick, it was foolish of me to have not recognised it sooner.”
Sicily chuckled, “Oh come now flirtatious Flavius,” she teased, “do you really think I’d come here in flesh and…blood; exposed and ripe for the plucking? Why, you could have killed me earlier with that insane burst toward me. You would have knocked me out of my Gucci boots! My fabulous brain splattered from my cranium like milk from a coconut. Look, I am all a quiver at the mere thought of you catching me and then ravishing me. This very moment my blood is wildly pumping through my veins, the mere blood curdling thought of it all.” Sicily licked her lips and puffed out her breasts toward the delicious vamp.
Flavius not biting, sighed heavily and raised his perfect eyebrows, “After knocking you off your feet with the force of a freight train, I’d have caught you Sicily,” he said quietly, “and protected that demented head of yours as you fell backwards onto the hard ground. I would have held you tightly in my arms, gazing deeply into your eyes whilst I pumped you for information, as to why you are here tonight. I would have respected the fact that you are human and require the ability to breathe, so my hold would have been tight but not constricting. Even knowing that you would have tormented me and made my very blood boil with your choice of vocabulary, the information I desired would have poured from your lips like blood gushing from a wound. After, my delicious Sicily, I would’ve helped you up and seen to it that you safely depart from this dark forest.” He then leaned closer, so that they now were an angel’s breath away from one another.
“I would’ve even kissed those enchanting lips of yours and delicately scratched the surface of your skin with my pointy fangs, so that I would taste your exquisite blood one last time.”
Sicily gave nothing away and visually remained cool; however, inside she was quivering like a vibrating Power Plate. Although happily married and perfectly content in the fact that the vampire was in love with her daughter, the captivating Flavius was playing havoc with her private parts. Sicily swallowed hard; she felt a flutter and a wave of sensation in areas that are for a lover to caress. Yet true to form as if being hit with a bucket of ice cold water, the witch pulled herself together, “Cut the crap Flavius, it’s time to talk.”
Catherine Sabatina, 2017. Sweet Jasmine Blood and Magic. Dorset: Sabatina