Juan didn’t waste any time in giving it to me and I feel his finger push its way in as he continues pleasuring my dick. “Juan I …Oh fuck, I’m close.”
He starts to push in and out with that finger, his mouth sucking harder and my hips moving faster. My balls tighten as an intense energy builds up inside me. Juan’s other hand cups my balls, pulling and rolling them, and his finger finds my prostate. I’m done for and I shout out Juan’s name, shooting wave after wave of cum down his throat. I lean back on the wall to bring myself down from the high that Juan has given me.
Out of nowhere my hunger hits me and I double over in pain. Juan is quickly on his feet, “Noah, try and stand so you can feed from me. Come on, you need my blood.”
I wait for the hunger pain to pass and I straighten myself. "It has passed for now,” I say with a strained smile.
His hand comes to rest on my cheek and he leans in and kisses me. He tries to move back but my hand reaches for him and I bring him in for another kiss, tasting myself while doing so. His hardness makes itself known as he rubs it against my deflated dick. I reach down and grab it and start to stroke him, making him moan into my mouth. He pulls back from the kiss and says, “Noah bite me, you need some blood to stop the pains.” I nod my head and place a soft kiss to his mouth. He moves his hair out of the way so I can get to his neck. I place small kisses along his jawline and I find the vein I need. My senses heighten and I crave his blood like my life depends on it. My hand continues to work its magic on his dick while I run my tongue along the vein. “Bite me Noah, bite me.”
My fangs descend and I know I should feel weird or even disgusted by what I'm about to do, but my urge for blood takes over and I sink my fangs into Juan’s neck and suck. He tastes so fucking good and I can’t get enough of him. A flow of energy starts to run through me and I feel the connection grow stronger between us, I feel it right to my toes as my body awakens.
Juan is suddenly shouting out my name as he squirts his seed in my hand and I feel some land on my stomach. I smile while still taking his blood thinking,
I did that, I made Juan squirt his pleasure over us both
Juan says my name again, “Noah, that’s enough for now, please stop.” But I can’t, I want more, I want it all. He starts trying to pull me off him and he struggles to get out of my grip, “Noah stop.”
My body becomes weightless as I’m lifted off the ground, I lose my balance, which causes me to stop sucking, and I’m suddenly thrown across the room. I can hear Juan cursing out loud as I lie there on the floor in a heap. I know he had no choice to do what he did, but it hurts a little. He kneels down by me and runs a hand up and down my body. “I’m sorry Noah, but you wouldn’t stop. Did I hurt you?”
I use my hands to push myself up into a sitting position and reach for his hand and hold it, “I’m ok. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop, I wanted more.”
He smiles sadly at me, “It’s the blood lust. It will pass, like the sexual lust, you are going to have to really fight to control it as you could kill me if you take too much.” He pulls me into his lap and holds me close. Neither of us speaking as I ponder his words. He lifts me in his arms and walks to the bathroom where he turns on the shower and we both get in.
After we finish washing and are both dressed, he lets me know he needs to go and see Peppa.
“I wish I could come with you, to let her know I’m ok. I can’t even tell you to tell her that I love her. But I do Juan, I love her more than anything.”
He walks over to me and brings me into his embrace, “I know, but you are newly turned and your blood lust is nowhere near under control. As soon as it is, you can see her again. So fight it, because I hate this Noah, we all need to be together.” He lowers his forehead to mine, “I need to go, I will see you tomorrow.” He peers into my eyes, I see the desperation there and the hurt of what is to come. He lets me go and starts to walk backwards, keeping eye contact with me and his parting words are, “I love you Noah.”
Chapter 3 (JUAN)
As much as I love Viper and the thrill of touring, I love Peppa and Noah more, and when Noah said he was coming up to Scotland to sort some problems out, I couldn’t wait to see him. But we didn’t get to spend a lot of time together, he never stopped and he is always on the phone with venues trying to make sure we have somewhere to play.
I finally get Noah to myself in the early hours of Sunday morning. He came to say goodbye.
“Hello stranger.” I say as I take Noah into my arms.
He smiles at me and I close the distance, placing a kiss to his lips. “It has been nothing but a nightmare and I still have to make phone calls in the morning, when all I want to do is get home to Peppa.”
I laugh, “Thanks. Is my company not enough for you?” He opens his mouth to speak but I place a finger over it and continue talking, “I’m joking Noah. I wish I was coming home with you, I miss you both so much.”
He yawns and I remove my finger. He stares at me with tired eyes, “We both miss you Juan, especially Peppa, and she would be dragging you back with us if she were here.” He yawns again.
“Fuck, I wish she was here. Go to bed Noah and when you get home give Peppa the biggest kiss from me.” He smiles and I take his mouth again for a hot and steamy kiss. I push his body backwards with mine and while still kissing him I open the door.
He pulls away first as he needs air, “I’m sorry I didn’t get to spend more time with you. Peppa is going to ask me how you are and I don’t even know.”
I trace a finger over his lips, “I’m coping. Tell her I can’t wait to see her. Now, get yourself to bed. It is great seeing you Noah and I look forward to the three of us being together again soon.”
He yawns again and I chuckle, “Sorry. Goodnight Juan.”
“Goodnight.”
I watch as he walks away. I shut the door, feeling his loss. I wanted to ask him to stay and sleep with me in my bed, but he needed to sleep and I don’t think I could keep my hands to myself. I head for the shower and try not to let the loneliness I feel get to me. I lie on the hotel bed and think of the past week. I did manage to talk Peppa into coming up the next weekend and couldn’t wait to be inside her again. It’s been too long and I needed that contact. I find myself alone a lot of the time as Saul would disappear and I wouldn’t see him again until the next night. I am waiting for him to tell me where he is spending his time and I'm not stupid, I know it involves a woman. I'm happy for him and know he will tell me when he is ready. Cruz tries and fails to get me to live the rock star lifestyle by going out to the bars and fuck all the women who throw themselves at us, but no, Peppa and Noah are it for me. I go to my room each night after a show and phone Peppa to reassure her she has nothing to worry about. Thoughts of Peppa fill my mind as the sun rises and I fall asleep.
My phone rings the next night not long after I awoke, I glance at the number to find it’s Peppa and think,
Noah must be home and gave her my message.
I know immediately something has happened as it takes her a few attempts to get the words out, “Noah, car accident.” My world stops right then. I ask her if she knows where he is but she wasn’t talking anymore. I have a moment where I can’t move, my mind and body just won’t work.
When I did manage to come back to myself, I run, I don’t know where I'm going but I run.
Should I go to Peppa first? No, Noah will be hurt. I can help him but I need to be quick.
It’s times like this I wish we were fully entwined. Then I would know instantly where Noah is, but we have a connection and I have to hope it will lead me straight to him. My logical thoughts are somewhere along the lines of, he must be close to home so if I follow that route I should find him. I use all my senses to try and connect with him and I know I'm on the right track when the smell of burning rubber comes to me and then petrol,
shit petrol
. I run faster and then I take in the scene that I emerge straight into.
I see a 40ft lorry lying on its side and petrol is pouring out of it. The driver is dead, but that wasn’t hard to figure out as the dashboard had sliced right through his body. When I spot Noah’s car, the driver’s side is completely caved in and it looks like a crushed soft drink can. I know then that what I'm going to find isn’t going to be pretty. I can hear the sirens in the background, so I run over to Noah’s car as I have to be quick. I manage to squeeze in to get to him and I feel the metal scrape away at my skin, leaving me with shallow cuts. I don’t care, because when I see the state Noah is in, my world crashes around me. The outcome isn’t going to be good and I have to stop myself from screaming out my sorrow. One side of his face is concaved in and his head has ballooned to twice its size. Blood is oozing out of the cuts that mark his face and dribble a path downwards. His lower half is crushed. I know as soon as they move him, he will not be the Noah I love anymore, and he will be trapped inside his own body.
I say his name and he opens his eyes and I smile. I can’t let him see my pain so I give him a quick kiss, trying to avoid the blood, but some does enter into my mouth. I give him the choice to become what I am and I let the tears flow because if he refuses me, my world and Peppa’s world will fall apart. When he nods yes, I feel relief and relax a little. I want to hug him but I settle for another kiss and tell him we both love him. When he closes his eyes I say goodbye but it won’t be long before I see him again.
I climb out of the car as the sirens draw closer, they are only minutes away now. I move to the side of the road and take out my phone, pretending to be speaking to someone so I look like a bystander. Thirty minutes later they have Noah in the ambulance and I watch it drive away and my fears for him go with it.
I’m not far from Peppa now so I quietly walk away from the accident. When I know I’m not being watched, I starting running to Noah’s house. I find Peppa passed out and quickly gather her up in my arms and rock her. I know she can’t hear me but I tell her it’s going be ok, that Noah will be fine and I hope she will forgive me. She comes around and I give her the devastating news, we just make it into the bathroom before she throws up.
I take her to the hospital, where we wait with Noah’s family for news. I can see the way Noah’s father and mother are staring at me as I hold Peppa close and I even know what they are thinking, but they can go to hell, she needs me and I will be here for her whether they like it or not.
In the early hours of the morning there is still no news and I have to leave. I don’t want to and this is one of those moments where I wish I was human.
How can I leave her when she needs me more than anything?
I tell her I will stay at Noah’s and come back when I can. It kills me to leave but I have no choice.
When I made it back to Noah’s I make a phone call. “Saul, Noah has been in an accident and it’s not looking good. No, he’s not going to die but his quality of life won't be the same. Saul, I made it to the accident and spoke with him. Yes, I offered to turn him. Yes, he wants to be turned. No, I haven’t explained to him what it entails, he was in no fit state. Saul, I know you will have questions, but I need Cruz and yourself here, so we can come up with a plan. I will leave you to tell Cruz. Yes, I know he’s not going to like it, but I don’t give a fuck, Noah is my Entwined. Ok, I will see you tomorrow night but make it in the early hours as I will be at the hospital with Peppa. Yeah, I know, you have my back, sleep well Saul.”
I make my way to Noah’s bed and get in, it smells of Peppa and Noah and I bury myself in deeper. I close my eyes but all I see are images of Noah and I replay the last conversation we had before the accident over in my head.
I should have made him stay and sleep in my bed. Then I would have that image in my head not the one of his mangled face.
When I awake that night I shower and dress, I know Peppa didn’t come home as she is nowhere to be found and I can’t feel her, so I head for the hospital. I bump into Lara who tells me Peppa hasn’t left Noah’s side. She hasn’t eaten or drunk anything either. She is just sitting there holding Noah’s hand, talking to him.
When I walk into the room Peppa didn’t even glance my way, it’s only when I walk over to Noah and kiss him on the forehead that her eyes flicker my way. I walk around the bed to join her and drag a chair over to sit next to her. I take her other hand and hold it. “Peppa, do you need anything? Something to eat or drink?”
She doesn’t even glance my way when she says, “I can’t leave. What if he wakes up and I’m not here.”
I bring her hand to my lips and gently kiss it. She finally turns to look at me. Her eyes tell me so much, I can see the pain and the fear. Her thoughts shatter me as she thinks he is going to die and I can’t even tell her I won’t let that happen. Instead I say, “I will go and get you something. You can stay here, but you need to keep your strength up so when Noah wakes you can be strong for him.”
She gives me the go ahead with a nod and I stand to walk away and get her some food. The doors open and Mr. and Mrs. Blaise walk in and I’m greeted with a look of distaste, but I ignore them and go in search of some food. When I come back with a sandwich and coke for Peppa there is an awkward silence in the room. You know the one where you have the feeling they are talking about you before you come back in.
I hand over the sandwich to Peppa, who takes it, but places it on the bed. I open the coke and pass it to her and thankfully, she takes a gulp. I take Peppa’s hand again and I hear a tut come from across the room so I stare over at Mrs. Blaise and smile ever so politely at her. I watch the anger take over her as she stands and raises her voice, telling me I’m being over friendly and what right do I have to be here? I let her know that I’m here for Peppa and Noah and I don’t give a flying fuck what she thinks. That doesn’t go down to well as she walked out of the room and her husband followed her. I try and talk to Peppa but she has withdrawn into herself. I ask if she wants to go home and rest but she refuses.
When it’s time for me to go, I’m hit with guilt because when I leave here I know I will be planning Noah’s escape and fuck, I know that’s going to cause Peppa unbearable pain. I kiss Peppa on the cheek, say goodbye and say I will see her tomorrow, but she doesn’t answer me. I lean over and kiss Noah’s lips and whisper to him that I will see him real soon and I leave before I have to deal with the Blaise’s again. When I get back to Noah’s house, Cruz is already there and he’s not in the best of moods.