Chapter 5

The second time we woke was more natural than the first. My eyes opened gradually, and I knew that the last rays of light would be fading from the night sky. Sophie stirred next to me as I reached over and flicked the special switch that opened the trunk. It popped open and I glanced through the crack to make sure we were alone. I didn't see or hear anyone, so I opened the hood fully and climbed out. Sophie followed. We got into the front and I started driving home.

We didn't speak for several moments. Sophie was the first to break the silence. "I was scared," she said. "No one has ever come so close to me in my sleep. I'm glad you were prepared. Has that happened before?"

"Never to me," I answered, "but I've heard stories. I knew it was wise to be prepared."

"I'm glad you were," she said. "I panicked. I didn't know what to do. If you hadn't been there I...." She paused without finishing the sentence. "Thank you for saving my life," she said in a small voice.

"I didn't do anything special," I answered. "You are strong Sophie, and even without me you would have survived."

"I'm not so sure," she said. "I've never been that frightened. Not as a mortal, and certainly not since the Change. You saved my life, Darien. You were the one who gave me life, and last night you prevented that life from ending. Thank you."

I started to argue again, but when I looked over I saw a single reddish tear rolling down her pale white cheek. She looked vulnerable, and somehow it made her even more attractive. I knew it would be best not to speak.

We continued in silence until I pulled up to the curb in front of my townhouse. I knew that the intruders would be long gone. They would know that it would be foolish to be around after sunset when I would be at full strength. I parked the car and we went to the door. Sophie stood behind me nervously. Neither of us knew what to expect.

I listened intently and sniffed the air as the door swung open. I knew immediately that the building was empty, and had been for a few hours. Sophie could also tell it was abandoned, and that seemed to ease her nerves. We entered the foyer and closed the door behind us. I stepped into the sitting room and was shocked at what I saw. The room was exactly how I'd left it-nothing had been disturbed.

Sophie was equally surprised. "Nothing's been moved," she said. "Nothing's wrong. It's like no one was here." She smiled thinly. "Maybe it was just the landlord or something." She was much more relaxed now. The vivacious temptress that I was accustomed to had replaced the sullen girl from the car.

Her elevated mood made me feel better, but I was still a bit on edge.

Something didn't seem right.

Sophie's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Well," she said in her clipped English accent, "I'm filthy. I'm going to get cleaned up and put on some fresh clothes before dinner." She walked over to the grand staircase and paused with one hand on the ivory banister. She cocked her hip and smiled seductively. "Care to help me?" she asked with a wink. I stared at her and took in the way her red curls cascaded around her face and the way her ample, braless breasts pushed against the thin fabric of her blouse. I cast my suspicions aside.

"Right behind you, my Love," I said.

Sophie briskly climbed the stairs as I followed. She unbuttoned her blouse as she went and cast it over the banister. I gazed at the sensual white flesh of her back as I followed, casting my shirt aside. I came to the top of the stairs just in time to see her shapely nude ass scurrying into a doorway. Her leather skirt was lying on the floor. I left my pants next to it and walked into the room I kept for Sophie. I maintained a room for Sophie in each of my homes, in case she ever visited. Like all of them, this one was filled with exquisite furniture, including a large bed that she had never slept in. The large walk-in closet was filled with pretty things I had purchased for her, and there were several jewelry boxes on the dresser each stocked with magnificent pieces. I knew right away that this room had not been disturbed either. Even the large trunk filled with items I had pilfered from my victims remained intact.

Across the room, the bathroom door stood open and the light was on. I caught a glimpse of Sophie's reflection in the mirror as she stepped into the shower. Seconds later I heard the water cut on. I could feel my cock stiffening as I rapidly crossed the room.

Sophie looked like a goddess standing stark naked beneath the hot water. Tendrils of steam wrapped themselves around her voluptuous body. The hot water flowed down her body in glistening streams. Little droplets were falling off her full breasts and erect nipples. Her red hair was two shades darker than normal, and the patch that surrounded her vagina looked very inviting. She held the bar of soap in my direction. "Want to lather me up?" she asked with a smile.

My cock was now at full mast. I stepped beneath the steaming water. Our lips met and we kissed passionately for several seconds. I eagerly fondled her hips and ass, then finally slipped my hands beneath her thighs, grazing the outer folds of her vagina. Sophie moaned softly in my ear and forced the bar of soap in my hand.

She turned and faced the streaming water and I stood behind her. I held her body tightly against my own, grooving my rock-hard manhood in the crack of her ass. I took the soap and lathered up a wash rag, then I began to trace the rag along her clavicle. I slowly worked my way down her body with my hands. At the same time, I slowly rolled my hips, grinding my pulsing cock against her backside. Sophie seemed delighted as I lathered up each of her large breasts. I spent extra time rubbing the coarse rag against each of her large nipples.