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  Satiated Thirst

  Fang Redemption 1

  Caleb Zane

  Copyright © 2018 by Caleb Zane

  Cover Artist: Leonardo Sá

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  Typography: Dark Matter Book Covers

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  To all vampire fans, this one’s for you.

  Contents

  1. Thirsty

  2. Hunting

  3. A Good Drink

  4. A New Vampire

  5. The Cure

  6. Club Flux

  7. Morning Wood

  8. Mist Of Disappointment

  9. Turning Her Around

  10. Raymond King’s Announcement

  11. Welcome Penelope

  12. The Thirsty Jug

  13. Fight

  14. Hunting

  15. Another Dream, Oy Vey

  16. Can’t Sleep

  17. Uselessness

  18. Nano-Sized Spies

  19. Enter Simon Richter

  20. About Time

  21. Finding A Friend

  22. Disappearing Like Flies

  23. Even Better Than A Dream

  24. Time For A Plan

  25. The Attack

  26. Gideon Ambush

  27. An Old Friend

  28. So Much For That

  29. The Beginning

  Author’s Note

  Other Books By Caleb Zane

  About the Author

  Thirsty

  The knock on the door had Marcus Cole using his vampire speed to open it immediately. Standing there was Valerie Stone. As always, she looked stunning with her wavy red hair, red eyes, and sparkling white fangs. A drop of blood marred her black lipstick.

  She was also his fuck buddy.

  They had tried dating a few times. Never lasted long, but she was a decent suck. Then again, most vampires were.

  “You’re late,” he said.

  Valerie tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I got a little thirsty. So sue me.”

  With her long tongue, she licked some of the blood from her lips.

  Instantly, Marcus was hard. He had dreamed about fucking her last night, so he had called her when he woke. It was almost nighttime by now.

  The sight of her tongue against her lips meant for sucking dick had him slamming the door shut, slamming her against the closed door, and slamming his tongue into her mouth before licking her lips and getting the last drop of blood.

  “So you want it rough this time, huh?” she asked against his lips.

  He shoved his cock against her hard enough that she gasped. She wore a dress that barely covered her ass, and he brought a hand up under it and lifted his eyebrows. No panties and she was already wet.

  Instead of fingering her, he continued to duel with her mouth, their tongues fighting, nipping at each other’s lips as he undid his jeans. Without shoving his pants and boxer briefs down, he thrust into her without warning.

  She shifted the angle slightly by bringing up and wrapping a leg around his waist, throwing her head back against the door as he thrust into her violently, hard, fast, and deep.

  “Oh, fuck,” she muttered.

  “You like it rough?” he growled before kissing and sucking on her neck. He didn’t puncture her skin since vampires drinking from other vampires wasn’t a pleasant experience for either, but he gave her a long line of hickies that formed a bruising necklace on her white throat.

  “I… Yes. Fuck! Marcus!”

  Her walls tightened around him, her orgasm more powerful than the last several times, and Marcus couldn’t hold back any longer. He continued to thrust as hard as he could as his cock squirted his cum inside her.

  Still hard, he kept going, even faster now, like a jackhammer.

  “You… You aren’t going to…”

  “I might,” he muttered, concentrating on just how tight and wet she was. Well, she wasn’t quite as tight as normal and hadn’t been for a bit. He knew she was fucking several other vampires, something he didn’t like to think about, and he shoved the thought out of his mind, not wanting to lose his hard-on.

  “Marcus…”

  “Is it building?” he asked.

  “Slowly,” she whimpered.

  Not good enough for him. She whined as he pulled out, but he brought her over to the arm of the couch, bent her over, and took her from behind. His fingers bruised her hips as he railed into her, and when he squeezed his hand between her and the couch so he could play with her clit, she shrieked a wordless cry. She was coming again, and it took him another minute before he reached again.

  Spent, he collapsed on top of her.

  Valerie shifted and patted his chest. “Not bad,” she said.

  “Yeah, okay.” He smirked.

  She bit her lower lip and grabbed his hand, bringing it down her body toward her pussy.

  “More?” He laughed and shook his head. “Not bad,” he muttered.

  Valerie climbed on him, rubbing her slick folds against his cock. “Why aren’t we together?”

  “We just were,” he said, closing his eyes.

  “No.”

  He peeked up and spied her frown.

  “Why aren’t we dating?” she asked.

  “You know we aren’t meant for each other.”

  “But you’re the best guy I’ve ever had,” she whined.

  “I’m more than just a good lay.”

  She nodded vigorously, but he could tell from the haze of lust in her eyes that nothing had changed. Valerie didn’t love him, and he didn’t love her. This was just sex, plain and simple. Every time they had tried to make it more, they ended up fighting and nearly killing each other.

  “I don’t deserve to be cheated on,” he continued.

  “One time, and it was a mistake—”

  “The second we went on our first break, you brought two guys home from the bar… together.”

  “You made me desperate,” she explained.

  “You are desperate.”

  Her eyes flashed with anger. “You’re the one who called me.”

  “You’re the one who came.” He couldn’t help smirking. “Twice or was that three times?”

  She squirmed. “Four,” she muttered.

  “Want a fifth?” he offered, gripping her ass and forcing her to start rubbing against him again.

  “If we aren’t together…”

  “We can be for ten minutes or however long it takes.”

  She brought her pussy up so that the tip of his cock pressed against the opening and hesitated.

  “You really don’t want a relationship with me,” he said. “Do you?”

  “I… No,” she admitted.

  “Just the sex.”

  “Yes.”

  “Then go ahead. Ride me.”

  And she did, riding him so hard and long that he came again, and she did three more times. After that, she left.

  Once the haze of laziness after a good, solid fuck fest wore off, Marcus stood and paced in his living room. He caught his reflection in the glass of a picture frame and scowled at the sight of his tall, muscular frame. Many would consider him a handsome man, unless he were to smile and reveal his fangs that were oh so perfect for biting necks and draining blood.

  Man wasn’t the right word for what he really was. Some would call him an abomination, while others would say a miracle. He was a product of the brightes
t minds of three generations’ prior to today, and yet Marcus both loved and hated himself.

  He was a bloody vampire, and he had long ago accepted what he had become. Marcus had already lived for an extremely long time, longer than he cared to admit. Not only was he old, but he also was a super high level, one only a vampire could live long enough to reach. Not that it mattered much in the way of things. He could survive pretty much anything that came his way.

  The vampire resumed his pacing, walking like a human instead of utilizing his vampire speed. His place was sparsely decorated. Aside from a few pictures his friends had insisted on giving him so he wouldn’t forget them once they died, and a couch, his living room was empty. His dining room didn’t even have a table. He tended to eat out a lot. Now that Valerie was gone, the place felt vacant, abandoned even.

  Where was she out there in Perseverance? It was the largest city on the east coast of the United States, and she could be anywhere by now.

  He crossed over to a window, pulled back the blinds and glanced out. For the most part, the world hadn’t changed all that much despite the dawn of vampires and nano-bio technology. It was the year 2434, and the landscape hadn’t changed much, which surprised Marcus. Then again, there wasn’t as many people, so world hunger wasn’t an issue. Well, not as much as of an issue as it had been. The privileged only cared about themselves and were, in general, a bunch of assholes.

  Were the wealthy the new scourge of the earth? Marcus was convinced they were. After all, the ones here in Perseverance were just like every other city he had been to in every other country. He had only spent a short fraction of his life in this city. In his two hundred and twenty-five years, he had traveled a great deal while trying to find himself. After all, he had been one of the first vampires.

  Two hundred years ago, the world’s population had suffered greatly from Pleulis Molliphia, a type of plague that was even more deadly than any that had come before it. Over half of the world’s population had died from the disease. Somehow, humans hadn’t completely panicked. There had been some riots, of course, and some of the smaller African nations had combined to try to help each other survive.

  Scientists and doctors from every nation worked together and used technology to save the people. The cure involved injecting nanobots into everyone affected by the plague. Those nanobots had altered Marcus and changed him into a vampire. His body and those of the others given the cure had all changed in ways the scientists and doctors hadn’t predicted.

  Unlike in vampire lore, when the sun was up, his body was stronger and faster than any human. He healed nearly instantly. It took Marcus many years to get used to the changes in his body.

  But worst of all was that he and the other cured humans—now vampires—craved and needed human blood in order to survive. Some of the vampires had no issues with this aspect of their life, and one would think that since Marcus was so old that he would have gotten used to it.

  No. He loathed drinking when he had first turned into a vampire, and he still hated the need for blood. His body craved it, though, needing blood to survive.

  Before he was a vampire, Marcus had never hurt a person. Now, that was all he did. All that he was driven to do.

  Marcus coughed, and he halted his pacing. His head hurt, and his lungs ached. Running his hand through his dark blond hair, Marcus tried to remember the last time he had drunk blood. It had been longer than normal. As he was getting older, he had started to test his limits. His body was going to shut down and him curl up and die if he didn’t get blood soon.

  If he recalled correctly, this was the longest he had ever gone between feedings. It was far past time to drink. Time to stalk a human and indulge their pristine, pure blood.

  Why hadn’t Valerie have come straight to him? They could have hunted together. It had been decades since they had last hunted as a team.

  Marcus glanced out his window again. Twilight coated the land in that soft haze of almost gray, the promise of full darkness soon to come. Although he wasn’t at full strength, by no means was he at a disadvantage.

  The world had changed greatly since so much of the population had been killed first because of the plague and then the advent of vampires. These days, there were three types of people—vampires, the privileged, and the poor. Marcus always preyed on the privileged. The poor already faced too many issues.

  He glanced at his clothes, a maroon shirt with a current pop star on it and a pair of jeans, and decided that was good enough for him. Yes, he listened to pop. Anything that had a good beat. For the most part, vampires weren’t gothic. Although Marcus hated being a vampire, he didn’t hate himself or life in general.

  Marcus adjusted the sleeve of his shirt. His clothes hugged his body and let the world know he was muscular, incredibly strong, and not to be messed with.

  Most of the people would know right a way that he was a vampire. Just one look at his pale skin and chiseled jaw would give him away. The nanobot that rushed through his blood not only cured him of the plague but enhanced his body in all kinds of ways that made women drool over him. In the past, Marcus had used that to his advantage, but it had been many years. His fangs got a workout regularly. His cock? Not so much.

  His house was on the edge of the warehouse district, toward downtown. The privileged tended to live around the three mega corporations in the city. Phantom Electronics was the closest to his home, but Marcus didn’t want to go there.

  A pang hit his stomach so badly that he dropped to his knees. His chest hurt. His breathing was becoming erratic. Maybe he should reconsider. The other two mega corporations were nearly double the distance as Phantom Electronics. He might not have a lot of time to feed.

  Fine. As much as he didn’t want to, he had no choice. Phantom Electronics would be his destination.

  Should he bother with his motorcycle? He had it for two reasons. There were a few rare times when he wanted to blend in with the humans and pretend that he was more like them. Also, it was fun to ride.

  This evening, he didn’t think the bike was necessary. It would only get in the way. He could run just as fast as he could ride, plus he wouldn’t have to worry about his vehicle getting stolen.

  A quick stretch and Marcus was ready. He bolted from his house on the outskirts of the city. His top speed at this time of day was nearly sixty miles an hour, which wasn’t anything compared to how fast he could go when the sun was at the peak.

  He scanned the streets. The nanobots gave him a different perspective that most humans didn’t know about. Marcus saw the powers and abilities of those around him. The nanobots gave him a visual display that only he could see.

  All vampires could do it, and it allowed them to pick and choose their prey better. Why go after a human who was fast and strong? Not that any stood a chance against him. Still, it was best not to prolong the hunt.

  The humans tolerated the vampires. After all, the vampires weren’t undead. They were still humans to some extent. Enhanced humans. Genetically modified humans. So long as the vampires didn’t go around killing humans and start turning them all, humans were generally okay with vampires. That was the one unspoken rule—don’t kill or turn.

  That rule was one that Marcus had lived by this whole time. In his two hundred plus years, he had never injected his nanobots into another. He never had a reason to turn a human into a vampire. The nanobots were the reason why Marcus was alive, keeping the plague at bay but was also the cause of his great thirst, a thirst that might never become satiated.

  Perseverance became cleaner and the air purer the closer Marcus ran toward the Phantom Electronics headquarters. None of the privileged cared that the factory workers lived in soot and ashes. The robotics the privileged could afford to do their cleaning never ventured anywhere near the poor.

  In Marcus’ eyes, it was even worse since a fair amount of the privileged didn’t even realize how terrible the poor lived. More than once, this fact had angered him. The wealthy humans treated both the vampires and
the people they deemed unworthy as less than their great selves.

  That was why Marcus hunted in this part of the city. Most of the other vampires stayed clear of it. For some reason, they feared upsetting the wealthy. Marcus didn’t care about what they thought of him. He already had a semi-low opinion of himself.

  Marcus slowed to a human-sized walk as the Phantom Electronics headquarters loomed nearby. Even from his house, he could see it. The building was massive, piercing the sky like a giant cock. Honestly, the CEO and the wealthiest parasites could all suck his cock as far as he was concerned.

  Hmm. His cock hadn’t been sucked in an age. It had been even longer since he had licked some pussy. That was one thirst that could be satiated.

  Hunting

  On the prowl, Marcus reached the headquarters and took in all the people. The streets began to fill as the employees were starting to leave for the day. At least a thousand people worked here. Many drove, but a fair number walked back to their homes, and all of them were blissfully ignorant that they might become his meal.

  Marcus removed a Philadelphia Eagles baseball cap from his pocket and slapped it on his head. Sports were still around, even more expensive than ever before. Two new sports had started shortly after the world adjusted to the existence of vampires—one, vampires duke it out gladiator style, the only sports vampires were allowed to take part in because otherwise it was deemed unfair, and two, robots fighting a variety of Olympic events.

  He made a habit of carrying a cap around at all times because the brim helped to create shadows on his face so his pale skin wasn’t quite so obvious. Caps let him blend in slightly better.