Frostbitten: The Complete Series (43 page)

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
NO LIMITS

As another sharp gust of wind blew against the window, Kane pushed himself into Brittany.

Eyes gleaming and heart pounding, Brittany threw her head back and cried out in her state of absolute pleasure. Kane’s hands gripped firmly against the soft skin on Brittany’s sides as he felt her warm knees uncontrollably slide up and down his inner-thighs.

Neither Kane nor Brittany could contain their smile. For once, Brittany felt safe; for once, Kane felt complete. The blissful moment couldn’t have lasted long enough.

Wheeeoooo!

Another set of flashing red and blue lights streamed past the window, but Brittany and Kane were both too lost in lust to notice.

Kane glistened his fingertips across Brittany’s flushed cheek, carefully pushing a fallen strand of hair off of her soft face. He could feel Brittany’s body slowly thawing as she sunk deeper into a relaxed state.

He thrust forward powerfully, slowly building up a strong rhythm. Brittany’s wandering hands searched for something to hold, but failed to find anything—opting instead to hold tightly onto Kane’s thick, muscular arms. Her body was quickly surrendering to Kane’s endowed manhood.

With every swift thrust, Kane’s muscles tensed and contracted. The gaps between his thick abs deepened and the veins running down all of his extremities bulged outwards.

He stared deeply into Brittany’s glowing eyes through his messy, fallen hair. The two smiled at one another for a beautifully calm moment. Like the sun’s glowing apricity between frigid gusts of Arctic wind, the silent moment was short lived.

Kane could feel a elated tingle gleaming down his spine and culminating down, between his legs. He was close, and he couldn’t hold on any longer. A similar sensation was crowning in the young, beautiful dark-skinned Brittany, coupled with her insatiable and intensifying blood lust.

Kane’s hot blood glowed a brighter and brighter red colour as Brittany drew closer and closer to her own euphoric climax. Her breathing became quick and shallow, her eyes closed tightly and her heart pounded against her chest wall. Her knees rattled against the hard muscles of Kane’s legs, and her feet pointed tensely towards the back wall of the room. Brittany’s mouth fell open and she took one long, deep inhale in.

Then, she screamed out loud, unable to contain herself any longer. Her body had completely conceded to the hunter, whose strong hands pinned her down against the soft couch below.

And after one harder, swift thrust, the act was done. Kane’s body tensed up for a beautiful moment as the two climaxes became one, tapering off into a relaxed bliss. There were no concerns or worries that could have taken that moment away from them.

“If it all ended right now, I would be happy,” Kane said, smiling as he rolled off of his beautiful dark-skinned date.

“What do you mean? Why do you say that?” Brittany asked.

Kane was silent for a moment as he looked down at Brittany’s exposed body. “I guess I don’t know—It’s just how I feel.”

“Wouldn’t you rather just spend the rest of our lives together—happy, like we are now?”

Kane smiled. “You know I would, but whatever cruel God is up there would find a way to stop it. He always has before.”

“Well, until then we can enjoy the time we do have together.” Brittany turned her head and looked out the window as yet another cruiser passed the quaint apartment on the edge of town. Her expression quickly dropped as the glowing emergency lights burned reality back into the little cold apartment.

Kane smiled and turned onto his side, facing the vixen. The fleeting red and blue lights served as a reminder that Kane still had blood on his hands, and the evidence was everywhere.

“Run away with me,” Kane said. “Tomorrow. As soon as the sun rises.”

Brittany turned and looked at Kane; her eyes were wide as her brain mulled over the suggestion.  Her mouth opened for a moment in an attempt to respond, but it quickly closed as her words escaped her thoughts.

“We’ll leave everything behind... Start a new life somewhere else—somewhere warm, and sunny. Somewhere safe. We’ll just get away from all of this.”

Brittany looked down at her cold toes—she could consider the proposition all she wanted, but she couldn’t actually accept. Snowbrooke was the only place she could escape the sun. It was where her home was—her protection from herself.

“What do you think?” Kane asked.

“I can’t, Kane. I want to, but I can’t.”

“Sure you can. Just forget all of this. We’ll start a new life—new friends, a new home, new jobs—We can even make new names. Everything.”

“It isn’t that simple.”

“Sure it is,” Kane naively assured.

“No, it’s not.” Brittany looked up into Kane’s eyes firmly, reminding Kane that he didn’t know everything about her.

Wheeeoooo—Bleep! Bleep!

A police car suddenly stopped right outside of Kane’s apartment building. It’s siren stopped abruptly, but its flashing lights remained on. Kane’s head quickly spun towards the window and his heart stopped beating in his chest. The colour quickly vanished from his face.

After a short moment of severe anxiety, the cruiser pulled away.

“I’m leaving in the morning,” Kane said softly, unable to look Brittany in the eyes. He sat up on the couch and planted his cold hands onto the cushion below.

Her vision began to blur as tears formed along her eyelids. It was obvious Kane was hiding another secret of his own. Slowly, she sat up. Kane felt strangely far away.

Secrets don’t belong with other secrets.

“What happened, Kane?” Brittany asked.

Kane couldn’t look up from his feet.

“Kane, please say something.”

“I made a mistake, and I think I need to bounce.” Kane finally looked up and into Brittany’s eyes.

Brittany looked down sharply, lowering her chin to her chest. She joined her hands together in her lap and clasped her fingers together nervously. “If you leave now, it wouldn’t look good,” she pointed out. “They’ll go looking for you.”

“But I can’t stay,” Kane replied.

“You need to stay for at least a few days, until this all dies down a bit.”

Kane thought for a moment longer, considering Brittany’s suggestion.

“In the quiet of the night let our candle always burn, let us never lose the lessons we have learned.”

—FREDDIE MERCURY, LET US CLING TOGETHER

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
BACK TO SCHOOL

The days were becoming impossibly shorter. With only a couple of weeks before the winter solstice, the sun hardly made an appearance over the tall surrounding mountainscape at all.

Connor had spent the night in the hospital, sleeping in a cheap plastic chair across the hall from his mother’s room. His neck was stiff and his back was sore. Between the discomfort of his “sleeping arrangement” and the tragic events from the previous night, Connor hadn’t gotten much sleep whatsoever.

The news of Wade Fenner’s passing hadn’t hit the town yet, but a phone call with the University confirmed that there was indeed still class that night.

Connor didn’t ask any questions. He just packed up his schoolwork and, when eight o’clock came around, he took off for class, unsure of who would be teaching.

Ring! Ring!

He wasn’t more than five minutes from the hospital when his phone began to ring.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Knight?” a female voice said on the other end.

“This is Connor Knight.”

“Hi Connor, this is Ava—from the hospital.”

“Hi Ava,” Connor replied.

“I think I just missed you. We’re going to transfer your mom into the long term care ward.’

“Is everything okay?” Connor asked.

“Totally fine. The doctor wants to keep watching her for at least the rest of the week, and a room became available—it’s just better for everyone.”

“Okay—Sure.”

“Come find me down in emergency and I’ll show you up to her room,” Ava said.

“I’m just on my way to school.”

“That’s okay—I’m just starting my shift. I’ll be here all night. Oh—and you’ll also need to sign your mom’s insurance forms. I have them all set aside for you here.”

“Okay, cool. Thanks, Ava.”

“No problem, Connor. See you tonight.”

“Bye.” As Connor hung up the phone, he stepped onto the university grounds. In the distance, he could see familiar faces making their way towards class.

Noticing Connor as she grabbed the door handle, Hanna stopped and smiled. She waited for Connor to catch up before she entered. Connor was ecstatic to see the beautiful young girl, but he couldn’t get the image of the distraught Fenner family off of his mind.

“Hey,” she said as Connor walked up.

Connor forced a smile. “Hi.”

“What’s wrong?” Hanna asked.

Connor reached past Hanna and held the door open for her, and the two entered the university. Quietly, in the warm comfort of the school halls, Connor told Hanna about Wade’s passing the night before.

Hanna’s eyes quickly turned wide as Connor went into detail.

“I overheard the paramedics,” Connor continued. “They said he was attacked by that vampire killer—the same holes on the neck, and the same blood loss.”

Hanna opened her mouth to reply, but had nothing to say. Her face became flushed and a whole new slew of anxieties crossed her mind. As soon as Connor discovered her secret, he would instantly assume she was the killer.

“Are you okay?” Connor asked.

Hanna looked slowly up at Connor. “Me?” she asked as her brain sluggishly processed the simple question. “Yeah,” she said, suddenly snapping back to reality. “It’s just so... Unexpected.”

“Are you part of the English upgrading class?” Standing at the doorway to the classroom was a police officer, in full uniform. He stood tall with a stern expression on his face as he looked towards Hanna and Connor.

“Yeah,” Connor replied.

“Can you please come take a seat?” the officer insisted, holding the door open for the students.

Connor motioned for Hanna to go first, and then followed her into the silent room, where Kane and Brittany were already seated. As Connor walked into the room, he immediately noticed Andrew’s absence—uncharacteristic on Andrew’s part.

Standing in the front corner, next to the whiteboard was another police officer—an older man with a beard and a moustache.

“Okay, we’re just waiting on one more,” the officer said as he walked up to the front of the classroom and looked down at an attendance sheet. “We’ll give him another minute,” the officer said to his partner.

Kane, in the back corner of the room, sunk deep into his chair, knowing that the “one more” was not going to show up.

The silent minute was excruciatingly long. The older officer in the corner carefully stared into the eyes of each student, looking for any and every sign of weakness—any sign of guilt or suspicion.

The ticking clock reverberated through the noiseless room, providing a metronome for the sharp howl of the cold winter wind against the thin school window.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom opened, and the heads of every student and police officer turned towards it.