Free Waiting by Kiahana

would chance messing with him.
    The overwhelming feeling to pee my pants was too much. The predatory way they both looked me up and down made me scoot back against the bed frame, crossing my legs under my feet to ensure they couldn't see up my dress. Francis’ eyes went straight black, bleeding away any color making me think this was his bad side while he moved in one fluid motion , now standing just to the side of the bed.
    "Where did you think I went?" Francis' tone changed dramatically, effectively making me think this was part of the plan where I play along. "I've been playing with some fresh meat. This is my newest friend. Lovely, isn't she?"
    The tears that rolled down my cheeks were real, but played nicely with his instructions to be afraid.
    "Very."
    Two very sharp, very hungry looking fangs shot out of the man's mo uth as he started moving toward me.
    A scream ripped from my mouth and I tried to kick him away but it was useless. He could hold me down with just a pinky finger and I knew it. He grabbed one of my ankles and held my leg still. Francis moved in front of him and had his grip around my ankle released almost immediately.
    "I let you have the last one first. This one's mine. I earned her." His tone wasn't to be questioned, but the man merely laughed and tried to push him aside. "I mean it. She's mine by right. You know the law."
    The law? Those sick pricks!
    "Fine, " he conceded, his jaw ticked with irritation.
    When he took a few steps back , Francis eased his tension then looked down at me with a cold heartless stare.
    With another blink Parker was standing at the edge of the bed with the same black, dead eyes as Francis . My first thought was of how happy I was to see him.   The second was more of a memory flashing forward, my eyes closed tightly as it worked its way through my jumbled thoughts until Parker’s voice filtered through my mind.
    "I want this to be the first thing you remember when you see me… I know you cried yourself to sleep that night we first kissed. I'll never forgive myself for hurting you like that, but I had to. I had to kiss you before I left. Kissing Ashley was a job, an assignment, and I haven't kissed another since that night.   I haven't touched another woman in fifty three years and I can't wait to taste every inch of you. The only good thing that came out of that night was me learning that you felt the same way about me as I do about you, and when this is all over, I hope you'll still want me. You belong with me, Piper. You belong by my side. In my bed. In my heart. Please forgive me. "
    I was writhing on the bed when I came to, realizing they were all staring at me un-amused. The feel of Parker's hands on me lingered while the memory finished resurfacing, as if he was telling it to me now , pressed against me with his hands roaming every inch of me . Those words. Again he'd told me wonderful, amazing things before disappearing.   A pattern was starting to surface with him.
    I glanced back at Parker who stood motionless at the foot of the bed, glaring down at me with his coal black eyes making me shudder. Hatred. That was the only emotion emanating from him. Was this all a setup? No. It couldn't be. But then what was this?
    "I'll be right back."
    Francis took off before I could blink, leaving me staring at the evil glare on the tall man's face, his fangs still protruding.
    "That was easy." He moved forward once more, this time catching my gaze and holding me in a trance. Shit. "Do not scream. Do not fight me." He grabbed my leg and looked over at Parker with an evil smirk. "It's no fun when they don't fight back, but this will be faster and Francis will never know."
    They shared a sickening chuckle before his fangs sank into my leg.
    I couldn't move or scream though all I wanted was to kick and yell out till I lost my voice. It only hurt for a second before Parker had him by the throat, pressed against the wall by my head. Francis was back with a deadly glare, this time