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Authors: H. T. Night

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“Whoa,” I was shocked. By the way these two acted together, I would have thought there wasn’t a place in San Bernardino they
hadn’t
done it.

She said, “It’s pretty crazy, isn’t it?”

“It’s insane.” I really couldn’t hide my surprise. Lena was extremely hot and any guy would jump at the chance. “Is it you? Or is it him?”

“It’s all him. I mean...yes, I’m a virgin, but I was ready to have sex with him a year ago.”

“So what’s the hold up?”

“He keeps telling me he wants to preserve my innocence.”

“What a crock of shit.”

“Atticai cares about me, Josiah. He told me that things will change in a couple of weeks when it’s my birthday. I guess it freaks him out that I’m still in my teens.”

“How old is he?”

“He’s old. His physical body is about twenty-eight.”

“His physical body?” I sputtered. What the hell did that mean?

Lena gave me a knowing look, one that seemed to imply I should already know the answer.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, yeah, I forgot. He’s Dracula.” How could someone who seems to be so honest with herself be so clueless?

“I guess it’s a good thing you still don’t believe. It’s probably the thing that’s saving your life.”

“Saving my life? What are you talking about?”

“Never mind. Anyway, so what about you? Do you still live with your parents?”

I was still wrapping my brain around the ‘It’s probably the only thing saving your life’ comment she made. I made a mental effort to switch gears and answer her question. “No, I don’t,” I said distractedly. “I live with my best friend.”

“Do your parents still live in San Bernardino?”

I was quiet.

“Did you hear me?” Lena asked.

“Yeah, I heard you,” I said.

“Well, where do your parents live?”

I got out of my truck and walked over to the front of my hood. Lena got out and stood next to me.

“The moon’s pretty bright tonight,” I said. “Even though its only a half moon.”

But she wasn’t looking at the moon. She was looking at me. “I’m sorry if talking about your parents upsets you, Josiah. God only knows that I have a crappy relationship with mine.”

We were silent. I kept looking up at the moon. She kept looking at me. Finally, I said, “They passed away back when I was in high school.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“They died in a car accident, along with my sister.”

“Josiah, I’m so sorry.”

“You didn’t know, don’t worry about it.”

“No, I pressured you into telling me about it.”

“You didn’t pressure me.” I jumped up and sat on my hood. “I wanted to tell you about it. Really.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I don’t talk about it much. If ever. I just felt like you are someone I can...” I shrugged, “I can open up to, I guess.”

“I am, Josiah. I want you to know that.”

I hesitated and then decided to tell her. “It was our senior year. I was on my way home from the gym and I got a call from Tommy. Tommy had been dating my sister. He got the call first, since his was the last number my sister had called on her cell. He told me that they had been in a bad car accident on the 91 Freeway and all three were at the hospital. I remember just dropping my phone and flooring it to the hospital. All three were dead before I’d got there. All three of them.”

Lena covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God, Josiah. I am so sorry. I can’t believe I didn’t hear about this in high school.”

“You didn’t hear about it because I didn’t tell anybody. I didn’t tell a single person in high school. To be honest this is the first time I’ve ever talked about it.”

“But surely you and Tommy talked about it.”

I shook my head.

“You really haven’t talked to anybody about it?”

I shook my head again.

“Never?”

“Never.” I said. “Not one time.”

“Wow, that’s pretty heavy. Why me? Why now?”

“I just felt safe enough to tell you.”

Lena reached over and held my hand. She had tears in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Lena. I’m all right. It was a while ago.”

Lena let go of my hand and got up on the hood and sat next to me. She rested her head on my shoulder, and we sat there in silence for a little while. I actually appreciated the silence. I felt very comfortable around Lena. She had a gentle way that was being masked by a tough female exterior.

I sat back on the hood and laid on my back. “The sky is amazing. The stars look phenomenal tonight.”

Lena leaned back and cuddled into me. It was nice. For the first time in my life I felt secure. I felt a release come over my body and tears drip from my eyes. I didn’t make a sound. This moment was perfect. This woman was perfect. She was these things and...she wasn’t mine. The thought of Yari swam into my mind. God, had that really happened tonight? What would that be called anyway, a
ménage à quatre?

I didn’t know, but I did feel weird lying there with Lena and soaking in her tender touch when I had been with not just one, but
three
women just a few hours earlier.

Anyway, we eventually got back to the party, and when I pulled in Atticai, Yari, and the guys seemed to be waiting for us.

I opened the door and got out of my truck, expecting the worst. Lena got out on the passenger side. Atticai walked right up to me, looming over me like Lurch from the Addams Family, only paler.

“Josiah, when did you get here?” Atticai asked.

“Huh?” I asked surprised. “I saw you earlier.”

“You did?” Atticai walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder and stared into me. Yes,
into
me. It appeared he was trying to look deep into my soul. Then again, maybe he really could. Maybe vampires were telepathic. Or maybe I was just losing my mind. Anyway, he did this staring thing for a while, looking at me intently with zero expression on his face. Eventually, he nodded and smiled.

“We’re all good here,” Atticai said, to whom exactly, I’m not sure. “Hey, Josiah, do you mind taking Lena home? We’ll take Yari back.”

“Um, sure, no problem,” I said.

Yari walked up to me and gave me a long seductive hug. “You had quite a night,” she said. “The girls and I had some fun with you and apparently you still needed a little dessert.” Yari glanced over at Lena, perhaps implying something had happened between us.

“Nothing happened, Yari,” Lena responded. “We just went for a drive. We weren’t going to wait around for you guys to finish whatever it was that you were doing.”

“Oh, you know what we were doing, Lena.” Yari smiled rather sadistically at Lena. Yari then turned to me and planted a long, passionate kiss on my mouth. I was stunned. I didn’t resist, and decided to go with it.

“And there it is...territory marked,” Wyatt said, laughing.

Atticai smiled at me and simply said, “Be careful, Josiah.”

Atticai then kissed Lena lightly on top of her head, and I had to admit that I now looked at their whole relationship differently now that I knew they hadn’t slept together. There was, in fact, something very asexual about them.

I said goodbye to the rest of the pale faced gang and Lena and I got back into my truck and got out of there. She was asleep by the time we hit the freeway. I looked over at her quite a few times and just stared at her face. She seemed so peaceful, so innocent. She definitely didn’t belong in that world.

And what was that world? I didn’t know. And I wasn’t sure I
wanted
to know.

An hour later, I dropped her off. I got out of the truck and walked her to her front door. “I really enjoyed talking to you,” I said.

“Even if I was just dessert?”

“You’re more than dessert. You’re an eight course meal.”

She laughed. “Oh, really?”

I hugged Lena real tight. After a few seconds, I loosened up to let her go but Lena held me even tighter. So I continued holding her. We stood out there and hugged for another five minutes. It wasn’t a sexual hug. As a matter of fact, it was the opposite. It was just two people who had found each other. Two people from different backgrounds who found a true connection. Finally, we released. As we did so, I kissed her forehead.

“Thank you, Josiah. Thank you for everything.”

Lena went inside her house, and I stood there and stared at the front door. What a night. I had sex with three women and fell in love with a fourth.

 

 

 

Chapter Nine

 

The next week was all about preparing for my fight with Tommy. I tried to keep my mind off Lena, but I had never really felt these kinds of emotions before. I knew I couldn’t deal with them right now because it would only be a distraction. I needed to do what pays the bills.

On Friday before the fight, we had our weigh-in in Anaheim. I easily made weight, as did Tommy. Tommy looked surprised to see how in shape I appeared in such a short amount of time.

I didn’t hate Tommy and this was going to be the hardest part about the fight. If I beat him, Tommy loses a chance at the title. If I lose, it will be a huge setback for me, one that I may never come back from. You’re only given a couple of shots to prove yourself, and if someone finds themselves facing a fighter of Tommy’s caliber, well, that someone needed to take advantage of it. And that someone, of course, was me. I needed to knock Tommy out.

It was the night before the fight and I was going to bed earlier. I went to my room and found Daphne sitting at my window. She turned her head slightly and looked at me with what appeared to be concern in her eyes. Or maybe I just needed sleep, since I was seriously exhausted. I went over to the window, bent down, and stared at her. I looked deep into her hawk eyes, which I found oddly comforting. Daphne dipped her head in a seeming nod, as if to say: “You worked your butt off, buddy, now go take care of business.”

“Don’t worry about me, Daphne,” I said. “I’ll make us proud.”

And with that Daphne flew off. I crawled into bed and was out cold in seconds.

 

* * *

 

The next day I kept it easy. I met up with my trainer, Mike, at 4:00 p.m. My fight was scheduled to go at 6:30. It was the third fight on the card.

In the locker room, Mike and I went over a few things.

“Just keep your head in the fight. If you do that, you’ll beat him.” Mike said to me while he taped my knuckles.

We did our usual pre-fight routine, practice moves, going over pointers, stretching and loosening up, and before I knew it, it was time.

Mike and I walked out of the tunnel. I had to admit, it was weird not having Tommy in my corner. It had been the next best thing to having my dad, or an older brother. I walked out into the arena. Tommy was already inside the ring. His eyes were locked on me. I refused to look at him. I didn’t have to do that to get psyched up. I’ll let him exhaust himself mad-dogging me.

The announcer announced us both, and I headed to my corner. I looked into the crowd. There were about fifteen hundred people in the stands. I scanned the crowd to see if anyone I knew was out there. Sure enough sticking out like a sore seven-foot thumb was Atticai. In fact, the whole gang was with him. Surprisingly Yari and Lena were sitting next to each other. I made eye contact with Atticai. Atticai pointed to Tommy and drew his finger over his throat. Was he serious? I didn’t enter the ring to permanently hurt anyone. I looked at Yari—and, man, she looked good. I could see her red lipstick from the ring. Lena looked on with concern. Our eyes met and she smiled. That was exactly what I needed.

As I stood in the corner, Mike rubbed my shoulders and said in my ear, “This is it, Josiah. Tonight, Tommy is not your friend. Tonight, he is someone who wants to rip your head off. No mercy. Strike first and strike hard!”

The bell rang, and Tommy and I both ran out into the middle of the ring and hit gloves.

We circled each other for about 30 seconds, both trying to find an opening in each others’ stance. I noticed that Tommy would lose his focus about every 10 seconds, as if trying to regroup his thoughts or something. Weird what you notice when you’re fighting someone, but you always look for any edge you can find. So I counted off ten, and sure enough, his eyes dropped a little, and I swung a hard right hand that landed on the side of his face. He stumbled back a couple of feet.

“Watch his right hand!” Tommy’s trainer yelled out.

Too late,
I thought.

That right hand would have been enough to lay out anyone during a street fight. Tommy wasn’t just anyone. He was tough as hell, and I was going to need more than one punch.

He shook his head and came back and we circled each other again. Once more, I counted off ten seconds and threw a five-punch combination that ended with me landing an uppercut on Tommy’s chin. Tommy fell to the mat. I jumped on top of him and landed a series of punches. As I did so, Tommy grabbed my knee and was attempting a submission move. I knew better. I kicked it out. As I did, I hit my nose on Tommy’s right thigh. It blurred my vision so I decided to jump up and go back to a neutral standing position.

I looked up and saw that we were three minutes into the five-minute round. This was already the longest professional fight I’d ever had. We circled each other some more. Tommy’s focus was now on overdrive, as in, he stopped whatever he was doing earlier. Smart move for him. Now I was going to have to strike him without an opening. So I lunged forward and threw a powerhouse right. Tommy blocked it with his arms. He winced, which meant that just blocking my punches was going to hurt him and wear him down. Good for me. And so that’s was exactly what I did. I came in throwing powerhouse rights and lefts. Tommy couldn’t keep up with the barrage of punches. I saw an opening below and kicked Tommy in his right thigh, sending him spinning to the ground.

I heard someone in the crowd yell “Finish him off.” My instincts, of course, were to do just that. I jumped on top of him and wildly threw rights and lefts. Tommy’s eyes were rolling back. Why the hell weren’t they stopping the fight? Did they want me to kill him? I slowed down and pretended to be exhausted. Those assholes weren’t going to stop the fight cause they don’t think I’m capable of knocking him out. I looked down at Tommy.

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