Dominick Medici

@fatalattraction Italian Vampire

[dominickmedici]

Waking up next to her was a slice of heaven in his permanent life in Hell. He needed her like he needed to breathe. Every touch sent his body on fire. Every kiss was a kiss from an angel. The way she looked at him made him weak. Ever since he had walked into the building, he had been hooked. Drawn in like a moth to a flame. He’d never met anyone like her before. She was intoxicating and he couldn’t get enough.

Tonight was date night, and he was very excited to be able to take her out. Getting out of the shower, he wrapped the towel around his waist and ran his fingers through his hair. Leaning against the sink, he brushed his teeth and let out a little hiss, making sure his fangs were clean too. When he was satisfied that his teeth were good, he dried off and walked into the bedroom to dress in a pair of black jeans, a white button down shirt and a nice jacket. Slipping on his shoes, he checked himself in the full length mirror and grinned. “Very nice Dom.”

Getting into the car, he headed over to Ruby Diamonds and Akasha’s home. She had mentioned meeting him at the restaurant, but he definitely wasn’t going to make her commute. He may be a vampire but he had manners. He was Italian after all. He knew how to treat his lady.

Parking out front, he checked himself once more in the mirror then got out. He headed inside and was greeted by Amy. “Hello Amy. Is Akasha here?” “Of course Mr. Medici. She’s waiting for you. She said you could go on up, wait in the living room.” He flashed the girl a smile, chuckling when she let out a nervous little giggle, and disappeared up the stairs that led up to Akasha’s private areas.

Taking a deep breath as he walked into the room, he tilted his head. Something didn’t feel right. Something was definitely off. The more he walked around the living room, the more weird things felt. “Akasha?”

No response. Usually she responded. He walked through the room. The scent was wrong. Definitely wrong. Akasha’s scent was all over the room, but there was one he couldn’t place. But he didn’t like it- for more than one reason. Hissing quietly, he left the living room and made his way through the rest of the house, growling as the scent grew stronger as he got closer to her room. He definitely didn’t like that.

Getting to her room, he took a breath. He hissed and growled as he pushed the door open. “Akasha?” He peaked his head into the room before stepping all the way inside. She was gone. The bed was a mess and it looked like she’d packed in a hurry. The scent he didn’t like lingered in the air and it was only making him even more angry. As he looked around the room, he saw a note with his name on it.

Dom, you are amazing, never forget that. I love you, but I love him more. I’m sorry. Xox A

Reading the note, Dominick wanted to throw up. He felt sick. A million thoughts ran through his mind, and none of them were good. Had he done something wrong? Did she really love him or was she just telling him that? Was what they had more real for him than it had been for her? How long had she been seeing the him?

He read the note again, his hand shaking as he held it in his hand. He didn’t have a heart but for a brief moment he did. And it was breaking. His breathing grew heavier the longer he stood in the room. Grabbing one of his favorites of Akasha’s shirts, he sat on her bed. As soon as he sat down he was hit with intense smells. Akasha and a male.

Even worse. A wolf.

He growled, hissing sharply as the hurt sank even further. An image flashed through his mind- one that he would never get rid of. His beautiful Akasha underneath a wolf, moaning and moving with him the way she did with him. The thought alone made him sick.

Sliding off the bed to his knees on the floor, Dominick let out a soul bearing, soul piercing scream- one full of anger, pain, and hurt.

After a moment, he put the note into his pocket, held into the shirt and scowled. He picked up a pillow and took in the scents. Ignoring Akasha’s scent, he isolated the wolf’s scent. He had him. Dominick was going to make this man pay.

-several hours later-

Standing in the woods, he knew he was close. He could smell both of them. His scent was strong, but hers was faint, but closer. He moved towards the scent and what he saw broke his heart even further. Hoping he wasn’t actually looking at what he thought, he slowly walked closer. The closer he got, the more his heart broke. Again. Sinking to his knees next to Akasha’s lifeless body, he picked her up and hugged her to his chest. Growling, he pulled the arrow out of her chest, gripping it in his hand.

Akasha has been killed by a hunter because of that damn wolf.

The Hunter was going to die. But the wolf was going to suffer. In so many ways. He’d not only taken his woman but she was now dead because of him. He was going to die. Slowly. Painfully.

Dominick was going to make sure of it. That was a promise. He wasn’t going to get away with this.

(To be continued….)

[dominickmedici]

July 1, 2022 6am.

Getting off a night at the bar, Dominick draped his leather jacket over his shoulder. Locking up the bar, he made sure the door was locked then started walking down the street. He wanted to grab a bite to eat before heading home. He knew he’d be actually eating later on, but he was having a craving for that egg dish the mortals liked so much. The omelette, I’d he remembered the name.

He thought back to a time when he enjoyed omelettes as well, but that was a long time ago. Now, he could eat as many of them as he wanted and they wouldn’t do anything for him. The hunger he felt now could only be satisfied with blood- whether he get it from and animal or a human.

He sighed softly, shaking his head to get the thoughts of life as a mortal out of his head. He’d never be able to life like that again. Never be able to see his family or anyone related to him. He couldn’t always control his blood lu-.

His train of thought was interrupted. He let out a very small hiss mixed with a growl. The smell of blood was overwhelming. A little warlock, a little werewolf, some fae and some mortal. Some didn’t bother him and some absolutely repulsed him, but that mortal blood…. He growled again, curling his hands into fists.

While it wasn’t still pumping through the vein, which was how he preferred it, it was still relatively fresh. He stopped short of the diner, hands still curled into fists. His eyes closed, another hiss escaping his lips. Anyone who passed him, however, would here only a sharp intake of breath.

The urge to react was ridiculous. All that blood. It was a vampires heaven. It just would have been better if they’d all been alive. Finally able to calm himself down, he opened his eyes and continued to walk toward the diner. It was closed, but he could still see the aftermath.

What the hell?

Dominick had no idea what had happened, but he had a sudden urge to make sure a few of his closest friends were safe. While he hadn’t gotten a hint of their scents, he still wanted to make sure.

Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he sent out a few texts- each one saying the same thing. “Bloodbath at the diner. Are you safe?”

He hit send and took a deep breath. Then checked to make sure they’d been delivered- one to Akasha, one to Creed, one to Zannah, and one to Raven. He was sure there were others he needed to check on, but at the moment, those four were the ones on the forefront of his mind.

He had to know they were safe.

[dominickmedici]

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“Come on baby. Let go. You know you want too.” The red haired woman slid her hand down his arm, interlacing their fingers while pressing her chest against his own.

His body was instantly aware of how close she was. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want too, because damn he did. Swallowing hard, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. He could swear she hissed, but maybe that was his mind playing tricks on him. It was probably just a moan.

Kissing her deeply, his hands works to get her clothes off, as he walked her down the hall toward his room. His parents were gone and no one else was home, so he wasn’t worried about getting caught. She moaned against the kiss, her body reacting perfectly to his touch as he undressed her. Once her clothes had found their way to the floor, she ripped his shirt off and undid the buttons of his pants. She pushed them down and then pushed him into the bed.

He barely even registered the fact that they were already in the bedroom with the door closed. Laying in his back now, he looked up at the red head, who crawled over him, looking like a wild cat on the prowl. But he didn’t care. He loved it and it was turning him on. Every touch set his body on fire. Crawling up his body, she stopped and leaned down to kiss him, rubbing her body lightly against is as she did, amplifying every kiss.

Her fingers trailed up and down his chest, while her other hand held her above him slightly. He’d had sex before but this was completely different. She broke the kiss and started kissing down his body, licking and nipping in random places, every touch driving him crazy. Before he knew it, she was using her mouth and her hand. His back arched and a moan escaped. He reached down and slid his fingers into her hair, keeping her there. The way she was moving though he had a feeling she wasn’t going anywhere.

Once she was sure he was nice and hard, she climbed on top of him again, this time sliding him inside of her. He groaned at how tight she was. Pushing himself up, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, his hands on her hips moved her back and forth on his cock. Their moans mixed together, and her fingers moved up into his hair. He tasted blood and looked up at her when she pulled back, licking her lips. “You taste amazing,” she said in a very seductive tone.

Running his tongue over his lip a little, he tasted blood again. Before he could say anything, she fit the tip of her finger and but it to his lips. “Taste me baby,” she whispered again, her hips never once stopping, but only slowly down to deliberate movements.

Licking her finger, it turned him on a little more, but he wasn’t sure why. She moaned again and started moving a little faster. She leaned in to kiss him again, this time making it a little more rough, like she was trying to get him to bleed some more, and he did. At the same time, while he was preoccupied, she reached up and cut both of her breasts, her blood slowly covering both of them.

He broke the kiss and kissed down her neck, his hands still helping her move. When he got to her chest, he tasted the blood, but he didn’t stop. Her hand on the back of his head made sure of that. She moaned a little louder this time, his own moans mixing with hers as he felt himself getting closer.

Her hands framed his face, keeping him at her chest. He obliged, moving under her. He moved faster, unable to hold himself back. Letting go, both of them hit their release. He felt pressure on both sides of his face then….

Nothing. Complete black.