Dead to Bites

By Jesse Kimmel-Freeman

*Note to the reader, this book contains some explicit content. Reader discretion is advised.*

Kat Purrowells is an occult anthropologist. She thought she would be teaching what she knew at a local college, instead she was roped into working for a secretive government agency, P.N.I., Paranormal Investigations. There are murders in the San Fernando Valley of Southern California, Kat has been sent in to try and help catch these supernatural killers, but will the cost be her life?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Skypirate Productions
• Release date: Jun 30, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476317151

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I

My name is Kat Purrowells, when I was five years old, I was bitten by a vampire.

Perhaps, I should say, I believe I was bitten. I went to sleep on my Step-dad's living room floor on an egg crate mattress. When I woke up in the morning I had two perfect circular scabs on my collar bone. I might have easily dismissed them or accounted it to one of the numerous reptiles he had living with him at the time, except my sister told me that I was bitten by a vampire. Needless to say, my five year old mind adsorbed that information and it stuck with me ever since.

I am an occult cultural anthropologist. Basically that is just a fancy way of saying that I like to study the oddball cultures. Wanna guess what my flavor of choice is? That's right, vampires.

Now, I'm sure you're thinking there are no such thing as vampires, let alone their culture. But you would be sadly mistaken. Vampires exist as much as anyone. All it takes is believing in something for it to be true.

It was another bumpy ass plane ride. It wasn't the first time I was on a red-eye headed to another city. I had been to London, Atlanta, and Vegas all in the last six months. This shitty plane was headed to Burbank airport in the San Fernando Valley- a small hub of Los Angeles. I had requested they land at Van Nuys, but apparently they wanted the official clearance.

I leaned back in the uncomfortable seat and sipped on my whiskey. I was twenty-two last summer and I was probably on my way out sooner rather than later. My end could come in the form of a plane crash from my constant travels, my drinking that helped to keep me calm up in the air, or by being attacked by some occult being that most people believed only existed in fairytales and myths.

But I'm not one of the norm, never have been. I am Kat, yes my parents named a girl that, Purrowells. I studied Anthropology going through college, my focus- the supernatural. I was a cultural anthropologist to begin with, but we all must find our calling- mine was vampires.

The Valley was infested by a particularly mean branch of vamps, or so I was told. The local cops had decided it was gang activity. Nothing uncommon for the SFV. It was a place I was familiar with from my younger days. Days when the bogey monster was under my bed and not trying to get into it. When I still believed that the click of a light could make all the bad things in the world disappear. Not that I'm saying all the beings in the world that would defined as 'monsters' are necessarily bad or evil, shit most of them aren't even mean. I've met quite a few normal people that have given me nightmares.

I bet you're wondering what a cultural anthropologist was doing chasing monsters and murders? Nothing sane and normal, I can tell you that much. After I graduated two years early with high honors, I went and got my Master's degree. I'm a bona fide monster expert. You can say that I'm a little odd and I don't relate as well as I should to normal people. The thought of trying to work with them- that just makes me cringe, especially since I'm not what you'd call normal, but more on that later.

When I graduated with high honors once again with my Master's, people took notice. I had been set to start teaching paranormal anthropology at the school- I couldn't think of anything else to do with my new found expertise. Two days after I had my diploma in my hot little hand, my cell rang. Nothing odd about that, except that no one had that cell's number. The conversation went like this:

Hello? I crouched down and answered in a confused voice.

Miss Purrowells? A deep male voice responded.

Yes? Somehow everything came out in a question, like it was a test.

This is Agent Black... I snorted as he was about to continue.

You're kidding right? Who is this? Is this Paul? How did you even get this number? It's my emergency phone. I laughed at my phone, still not realizing what was going on.

No, Miss Purrowells, this is Agent Samuel Black. This is not a joke. As for how we got the number, we have our ways. He answered very coded.

My mind briefly blanked.

Why are you calling me, Agent Black? I was still unsure as to what the heck was going on.

Ma'am, we need you to come in to our headquarters to help us with a problem. His voice told me he was uncomfortable with the topic.

First of all, I'm not a ma'am, second, what kind of problem? My annoyance was growing- if it was a joke it was not funny.

Miss Purrowells, I am not at liberty to discuss any aspects of this issue. I was handed a number and told to get you on the next plane to Colorado. He told me.

And I am just supposed to agree to this? The thought of getting on a plane without any information did not seem appealing.

Miss Purrowells, there will be a car waiting for you in about an hour. It will arrive at your residence. Please have a bag packed. He continued.

Dude, I've not even said I was going anywhere. I protested.

I'm sorry, ma'am. Orders are orders. Have a nice day. He hung up.

I remember my shock and confusion. I also remember throwing a bag quickly together and waiting outside my house like a kid waiting for Santa. It was like the Gods had decided to liven up my life. I took the chance with both feet. It was my first real leap of blind faith.

A year later, I was chasing down the big bad monsters of the world. I had been brought into an elite secret group, a side of the F.B.I., we were called the P.N.I. Yes, take a minute, get it out. I know I sure as hell did. Only I was not as gracious as you are, trying to laugh behind your hand. I looked my boss in the face and blurted out, We're a bunch of cocks! and the giggling that followed caused many sterns looks and blah, blah, blah, not taking this seriously...

Since then, I've become known in every circle across the United States. The people I had studied before were now the people I worked with. My job was to infiltrate the problem areas and help to identify the threat. I never got to arrest people or anything, I just reported to people that paid me a fat check for doing what I loved- hanging out with freaks- my people.

II

It was another long night. I sipped on another rum and coke. This bar was turning out to be useless for getting answers, I needed to get in contact with the local Master, a man by the name of Andrew. Which meant that whatever was plaguing the area would continue, and more innocent people would die. Damn, why the hell did I choose this place? My frustration was beginning to boil over. I needed a release.

I watched as the bodies on the floor ground into each other. Hips rubbing and twisting in a way that sent waves of lust and yearning through every fiber of my mind. I needed that. Otherwise I would be lost to the insanity of yet another night of useless drinking alone, hunting the things that go bump in the night.

My mini skirt was hiked up- I didn't bother pulling it back down. The tight red satin corset I wore clung to my breasts making them spill from the top. I closed my eyes and felt the friction rub between my thighs and swayed my way over to the dance floor.

I sucked my blood polished finger and then traced it over the front of my shirt, lightly scratching my nipple piercing as I caressed the material. My body melted into the mass of sensations- every part of me was being touched and not at the same time.

My hips curved with the rhythmic beat. Back

and forth, back and forth. For every pop my hip kicked out, my hand manipulated another part of my own body. I had enough piercings that any movement I made I could get myself off on, if I wanted to. And right now, I very much so wanted to.

I could taste lust in my mouth. I swallowed.

His hand gripped me and I knew tonight I was going to get lucky in more ways than one. I could feel the power roll off him as it hit every tingling, pulsing nerve I had already stimulated. He had potential of being the head of the chaos going on around the SFV.

He pulled me against him, testing to see if I would fight him. Take it, tonight it's yours. I thought. I felt his fingers dance across my skin. The light fluttering had my nipples erect and throbbing to the beat of the music within seconds. I pushed harder against him, grinding my hips as I slid up and down his front. His pants bulged behind me. A smile crept across my face. I made the trip once more before he forced me to turn.

His eyes burned a beautiful violet as he stared into mine. I knew him before he knew that I even believed in vampires.

I tilted my head to the side and trailed my fingers down the side of my neck. My finger made it back to the mouth and then slowly circled back down to my cleavage. I closed my eyes again, and sucked on my bottom lip. I could feel his gaze on me.

A gentle breath against my throat told me he was leaning into me. I felt his fangs graze my neck. I shivered with delight. I knew I was getting wet. Part of me wanted to take him right here... to enjoy the feeling of him deep inside me. But I wanted the full experience, my thoughts lost to the reason why I was in the club in the first place. I knew I could easily have sex in the middle of all these people, it was part of the nature of the club- I wanted the vampire treatment, it was what I had been studying for years- well, at least some of it was.

He tugged on my hand and led me away from the crowd of people. We sat at a private booth. My foot gently stroked his cock under the table.

My name is Andrew. He purred at me.

Kat. I held out my hand, palm down awaiting a kiss- he planted a gentle one.

The pleasure is mine. He rolled the words on his tongue, turning them into pure bliss.

My tongue drug across my bottom lip as my teeth pulled it in to suck on it.

What's a delicious kitty like yourself, doing playing in a place like this? His eyes raked across my body- undressing me.

Blowing some steam off... trying to leave the frustrations behind. I breathed deep, bringing my breasts higher to my face. I watched as he took in every moment, as if it were my juices flowing into his welcoming mouth.

Would you like some assistance getting rid of that frustration? He growled out the last word as my

foot applied just the right amount of pressure.

That is exactly what I am after. I smiled at him.

I have a private room here... would you like to see it? He reached out his hand to me.

Yes, please. My words came out in a low rumble.

Come. He stood and led me upstairs.

The walls were painted black as we walked higher up the stairs. I could hear different levels of sex coming from the rooms down the halls that we continued to climb past. When we finally hit the top, I knew it was the only room up there.

The air was heavy with lust and the metallic scent of blood. It clung to every step we took into the room. I was engulfed in complete darkness with only my ears and sense of smell left to guard me.

Andrew. I allowed his name to sound like a moan.

Kat... He whispered next to my ear.

I didn't turn or move. I knew this game. I wouldn't be his mouse, not when I was a predator at heart as well. I stepped forward instead of back, I didn't turn my head- I merely listened.

Mmm, very good. His laughter rocked around me.

You aren't playing a new pet, Andrew. My words came out like butter.

I can see that, my little kitty cat. His fingers stroked my neck.

He walked away from me and struck a match. The air filled briefly with that burnt smell that only comes from matches. The corners still contained a rich darkness, the kind that a person could fall into and be lost.

Andrew moved quickly to me- quicker than a normal man. I didn't react.

So tell me about yourself, Kat. He leaned forward and kissed my throat, his hand grabbing hold of the back of my neck.

I'm just your average girl. It was becoming increasingly hard to focus.

I highly doubt that. His fangs grazed my neck again, I shivered in delight. You are certainly not average.

You'd be surprised. I'm just like any other girl out there, who wants a good time. I reached out and put my hand against his chest.

His shoulders were broad and blocked out most of the little light the single candle produced, his perk nipples told me that he wanted me as well, even if I couldn't see.

Most girls don't know that the monster in their closet is real. But you do. And yet, you are still here. I can smell your desire. He licked his lips.

You gonna stand there all night talking? I went to turn to head toward the door.

Not when such a delicious pet has walked into my reach. He kissed me rough, pulling me closer to him.

His tongue forced my lips apart, assaulting my mouth. He tasted of sweetness. A little moan escaped from me.

His other hand explored my body as he kept me pinned to his lips. His fangs nibbled my bottom lip. Shivers rocked me. Want took a hold of me. I pulled him closer to me. Crushing myself against him. His cock was hard and pushing against his black pants. My fingers went to his buttons.

Slowly I managed to work my way down. His chest was smooth and tan, completely doing away with the myth that vampires were pale. His body was chiseled and beautiful. I broke away from his kiss and made my way down his chest.

My tongue flicked his nipple. A moan rumbled through him. I gently bit it and sucked. His head tipped back and his moan increased. I kissed my way down his six-pack abs. A soft trail of hair directed me further down.

The soft leather pants hugged him and showed me just how excited he was.

Come here, Kat. He panted out before I could unbutton his pants.

I kissed my way back up to his waiting mouth.

You are a goddess. He told me between kisses.

You've no idea. I purred back.

He turned me and pulled me tight against him. His hands cupping each breast. He squeezed one then started on the ribbon holding my corset on.

Nope, that stays on. I stilled his hands.

Fine. He growled out.

His fingers expertly removed my breast from the top of the corset, causing it to swell and look even fuller. He lightly pinched my nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing the little mound to stand at attention. I bit my bottom lip.

He kissed the back of my neck as he freed my other breast and started to play with that nipple. My body was warm and flushed. Andrew was clearly experienced. His hand slid down the front of my top, while the other alternated between my breasts. He pulled my skirt up- his hand stopping to snap the garter holding up my fishnets.

My mini-skirt soon became nothing more than a belt above my hips. He turned me back around and his eyes raked my body. The strange violet color seemed to glow- something I had encountered before in my dealings with vampires.

So beautiful. He said as he kissed me once again.

He began to trail kisses down my body. Each one leaving a small frozen heat behind. His fangs nicked each nipple and he sucked hard. My body began to tingle with excitement. His tongue flicked out and teased me further.

Andrew wrapped his arms around me and carried me over to a very large, plush bed. The black satin sheets smelled of sunshine. He laid me back. His hands were like velvet on my skin. He gently caressed

my breasts as he kissed his way to my navel. His tongue tickled.

My fingers worked their way into his thick black hair. The long tendrils came undone from the leather strap holding them back. It was like holding soft down, it gently brushed against my breast- sending waves of pleasure through me.

The thin material of my panties was torn away. Andrew's tongue darted out and licked my clit. My body bucked in response. I felt myself go wet. His fingers slid inside me, pressing and stimulating me further. I cried out.

Yes, say my name, Kat, say it. He demanded.

Andrew... I moaned.

He kissed his way back up to my mouth. My juices mixing with his saliva in my mouth, creating a true taste of lust. His fangs punctured my bottom lip. I felt the blood bubble up. His eyes briefly turned red and he sucked on my bottom lip. His body shuddered.

There was a snap that said his pants just popped open. His hard cock was suddenly pressed against me. I ached with desire, want, and need. He pulled his face back and looked at me, a smile played on his lips.

The hard feel of metal was also pressed against me. I looked down and ogled his piercing. Memories of an old lover danced through my head, and a grin broke out.

Aw, I see you know the wonders of that little addition. His fangs stood out against