Chapter Four

Jaxon and Destiny

He stepped out onto the foggy streets from the tavern, pulling a crushed pack out of his coat pocket and lit up his last cigarette, throwing the empty pack in the trash barrel next to the exit of the building. The bright full moon cascaded its light upon the lowering fog and opaque clouds in the dark velvety sky and illuminating the pavement that he began walking down from the pub. He looked down the bustling streets and crowded sidewalks that were still wet from the heavy rain earlier that evening. Sprinkles continued to fall from the sky, dotting his long, black trench coat as he walked on. Wrapping it around him to cover his tight leather pants and black shirt that clung to every muscle on his chest, he looked at the people walking into the building that he just left. He pinched the filter end of the cigarette and puffed the smoke out, exhaling the toxic fumes and finally breathed a long drawn out relaxed sigh. Looking at the street lit storefronts; he turned the corner from the bar and continued on his way.

Exhausted by the natives and their visitors walking about, trailing with them the clamor from the ongoing parties, he decided to head back to his hideaway. As a group of people walked by him, they gave him odd and worrisome looks. He stared through them with his intense, piercing, dark eyes sensing all the emotions that he had at one time. The intensity that came from his eyes, the consciousness of others’ feeling , yet daring them each time to keep it inside and not to lash it out at others. He smirked at their inhibited lifestyles and continued on. He flicked the cigarette into the running water along the crevice of the street and watched it slip into the water drain and out of sight

Even after all this time, it felt strange at times in this new body and frame of mind, the struggle to move, act, and appear human became easier over the years.  Although it wasn’t what he was quite expecting, he still revered the change, be it for the better or worse. Although set in his thinking even at his young age, he still treasured his instilled values and beliefs that he held dearly to his heart, or what was left of it. He knew what emotions that they were feeling were like, but now, he couldn’t really regret choosing to live this way. There was no emotion that he would have to deal with, he had tried to train himself to this life previously, after many failed attempts, but not until now could he actually fit the mold that he was looking for except in this body.

His long coat drifting behind him as the air whipped around him as he bounded across the rooftops. He drifted down briskly from a two-story building without any passersby noticing within minutes of leaving the bar. He tucked in his shirt and adjusted himself neatly before turning the corner to the entrance of a dimly lit set of office buildings, containing a few residential apartments, but mostly unmarked offices of different trades, he finally walked up to the door. He dialed the code number to the entrance door and brushed past the frosted pane windows and door after turning the knob.<br />

He looked at the tall, slim lady leaning against the window frame looking out, one arm around her trim stomach, another making an invisible smile with her thin fingers, upon the window. She heard his light footsteps approaching and stopped the childish drawings on the foggy window, but continued staring out at the darkness from the picture window.

“Any news?” Destiny asked without having to even look in his direction.

“Hmm, I do believe that I have a better idea than that,” he said and patted his leg for her to join him on his lap.

Walking over to Jaxon, Destiny got down on her knees in her black mini-skirt and barely buttoned blouse exposing a nicely filled pushup bra. She started unbuttoning his pants after undoing his belt and placed her hand upon his warm flesh that was hardening quickly from the warm air blowing over it from her breath. She wrapped her hand around it and ran her hand up and down the shaft slowly as she placed the head into her mouth. She felt him gasp as she ran her pierced tongue over the tip of his cock tracing a figure eight over it, teasing it feverishly.

He moaned and placed his hand upon her head and ran his fingers through her soft, dark, wavy hair. She looked up at him and smiled as she continued her task. She felt the jet propelled juices flow from his balls, as she gently squeezed them, up through the spine of his cock, and enter into her mouth. The warm juice satisfied one hunger, but another was still lacking. She eased up as she felt his hand quickly move from atop her head. She smiled up at him, watching his fangs as they grew the rest of the way out from watching, feeling her upon him. She turned her head briefly.  The fang, what Jaxon is was not all too unfamiliar to her, but sometimes it hurt that he wasn’t human and she was.  This put a dampener on her mood and she too pulled back.“

Now what?” Destiny said nervously returning to look at him for advice.

“That depends,” he said smartly. “This is something you are going to learn to control, especially out in public, when, if you become one like me.  It is always best not to challenge your new abilities or change without having fed. I haven’t fed, which caused this.” He motioned with his hand to his fangs, but he looked away from her with a wink and a smile, then down at the small pile of paperwork to be done lying to the side of his desk calendar.

He leaned down over her and kissed her cheek, then her lips. He tasted the freshly applied cherry lip-gloss and inserted his tongue into her mouth. They wrestled with each other’s tongue until the phone rang.  They froze for a moment, laughing, and then he stood up and answered the phone and looked at her grinning.