Eve Langlais: Hybrid Misfit

“I think you should call them and set up a dinner date.” Claire clapped a hand over her mouth and blushed.

“I think Beth understood you meant the real food kind,” Lana said dryly.

I pondered her suggestion. “I will admit, I’m curious. They knew what I was right away. And they implied they’d met others like me before, although by the sounds of it, they were all killed.”

“All the more reason to find out more,” urged Lana, the usually levelheaded one. With her encouraging me, I felt more confident that my desire to call was reasonable and not just hormone driven.

“So when are you going to do it?” asked Claire bouncing again in excitement.

“Don’t you mean do them?” I laughed at Claire’s red cheeks. For a waitress in a strip joint, she was fairly prudish when it came to sex. Actually, if I were to believe her-and I did-she’d only ever been with one guy, and a piss poor one at that judging by the way she shied from relationships. She avoided advances from men and the times I’d questioned her about her reticence, she claimed she was waiting for the one. I thought it was cute even though I didn’t believe in love myself. Not that I didn’t think I could fall in love, I was sure I could. But given my succubus side, any man who ever declared himself-and they were many-did so not because he knew and liked the real me, but because my pheromones made him. And yet Simon resisted me? Could it be that love still remained an option for me, albeit with guys who’d missed the boarding call for humanity’s ship?

It was nice to have hope.

“I’ll call them in a day or two.” I didn’t want to seem too eager to see them again, even if I missed the guys already. They’d certainly made an impression on me. And when I masturbated in the shower, I didn’t imagine one or the other as I stroked my slick flesh-screw that, I fantasized about them both, together with me.

Simon paced his living room awaiting Gene’s return. His emotions and thoughts were in a turmoil, a state far from his usual calm demeanor. I have one feisty hybrid to thank for that. Not that he regretted meeting her, how could he when his whole body sang at the sight of her. He couldn’t help remembering the sight of her luscious body which he’d gotten a peek at when he’d cleaned and dressed her while she lay unconscious. His cock twitched and Simon shifted his mind away to more mundane items like where the hell was Gene? Irrational jealousy tried to rear its head as an image of Gene seducing Beth-without him-filled his mind. He shook the thought away, and before another troubling thought could hit, Gene returned, a look of bemusement on his face.

“Can you believe she didn’t even invite me up?”

His friend sounded incredulous and Simon chuckled. “She certainly is unique.”

“No shit, considering the rest of her kind are dead,” Gene replied dryly. Simon winced at the reminder. “Where did you find her?”

Simon’s lip curled in amusement. “Would you believe outside a strip joint?”

“You? In a den of debauchery?” Gene’s eyes went wide with incredulity. “Kill me now, for I never thought I’d see the day.” Gene flopped onto the couch with his hands clasped to his chest.

Simon shifted uncomfortably. “I was outside, not in, when I found her and scented the foul ones.”

Gene sat up. “That’s right, she mentioned vampires when I dropped her off. I assured her you would have dispatched them.”

“Of course I killed them. There’s no way I was letting those nasty bloodsuckers run around my town.”

“How many did you send back to Hell?” asked Gene.

“A half dozen.”

Gene looked thoughtful. “That many working together? How unusual.”

“Funny, but I don’t think that’s as interesting as the fact I found a Nephilim.” Simon didn’t want to talk about the foul ones even as he struggled to understand his attraction to the hybrid female who by birth, happened to be half vamp.

“You always did have a knack for sniffing out treasures.”

Simon glared at his friend. “She is not an object.”

Gene raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. “Sorry. No, she’s not an object, but you can’t deny her value, or the beings who will want her, either dead or alive.”

Simon growled when Gene brought up the all too real danger to Beth. For a moment, his iron control wavered. Frost formed on the edges of the furniture around him and crystallized on the concrete walls.

“Calm your beast down,” Gene said, not at all alarmed by Simon’s uncharacteristic show of power. “She’s not in imminent danger, yet. But you and I both know that it’s only a matter of time before others, like the vamps, come after her.”

“Then we shall protect her,” he stated flatly, including his friend without request. For the last several hundred years, they’d done most things together: battling the same foes, sharing homes, tag teaming the ladies. The only thing they hadn’t done was each other-there were some lines he wouldn’t cross, and thankfully Gene felt the same way.

Despite their long time together, never before had they both experienced an instant interest in the same woman-make that possessive interest. Simon knew for a fact that Gene didn’t show his bottle to casual lovers. The fact he’d taken Beth into it, and promised she’d come back, said a lot. As for himself, he couldn’t deny his insane attraction to Beth-and the overwhelming need to be with her and protect her. I’ve walked this earth for over two thousand years and finally, after such a long search, I think I’ve found the one/./

Gene chuckled, snapping Simon’s attention back to him. Simon frowned, not understanding Gene’s sudden mirth. “What’s so funny?”

“Well, it just occurred to me that if we’re going to keep an eye on Beth, then we’re going to have to spend some time at her work. What a hardship, staring at naked ladies shaking their ass ets.” Gene leered comically and Simon’s lips twitched.

“I guess it could be worse,” Simon admitted grudgingly. “Now, if you’re done screwing around, I want you to scout around unobtrusively for information on her. Something doesn’t quite add up.”

“Yes, the term babe in the woods and innocent do come to mind. I’ll see what I can discover without tipping our hand. And just so you know, before I returned, I laid a protective web over her building to let us know if anything untoward occurs.”

Simon grunted in acknowledgement. Gene popped out to do his thing, and Simon pulled out his laptop to do a search of his own.

He scoured databases both human and not, searching for anything that stood out. Other than an increase in vamp sightings and kills starting a few years back, nothing untoward came up.

After a few hours of fruitless search, he gave up. He needed more info, and for that, he’d need to spend more time with Beth.

What a hardship-or should I say hard cock.

I sensed them the moment they walked in, which kind of distracted me as I was hanging upside down on a pole at the time. I managed to make my unintentional slide down look like part of my routine; however, in my new position, I couldn’t see Gene or Simon, even though my hormones were jumping up and down screaming “They’re here!” I unwrapped my legs from the pole and rolled to lie on my stomach on the stage. I pushed up with my arms in a hands and knees position. I crawled slowly, and flicked my head up and down to make my hair arc and flutter in silky strands around my face-I called this my lioness move, guaranteed to make men purr. My doggie position-also a bedroom favorite-allowed me to scan the crowd and I thanked my enhanced eyesight that allowed me to see past the glare of the lights that spotlighted me on stage.