Easier Than Expected Who: Kenzie, Ainsley, and Bobby Where: From the street to Ainsley and Bobby’s When: Early, early morning (about 1AM) Warnings: NSFWish stuff between Bobby and Kenzie
Bobby had spent some time pacing Mockingbird Lane, purposely keeping the brothel in sight. It had been days now since he had first seen the brown haired girl that quickly caught his eye and he had, without much difficulty, managed to follow her home, to work, and just about everywhere in between. Of course, his time watching her was limited to after the sun set, and that was something that was beginning to aggravate him - it was time to solve the problem of not being able to see her when he wanted to once and for all. He moved closer to the brothel, closer than he ever had before, walking on the opposite side of the street as he peered hard in its direction. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he kept moving, crossing the street a yard or so away so that he could loop back again. His timing had turned out to be impeccable, his gaze picking up that the door had opened and closed.. and from what he could tell, that the brunette was on the move not too far ahead.
Unaware of anyone waiting, let alone following her, Kenzie left the brothel, shivering slightly at the chill still in the air. She really needed to get a heavier coat. She'd had one on the outside of the dome, where the elements had never been controlled, but it was still with her uncle, and there was no way to get it now. If she was stuck in this dome shaped Hell, the least they could do was keep it a warm seventy two degrees or something. It didn't help that she was wearing her black skirt and tights. She owned exactly one pair of pants, and her jeans had way too many rips in it to make much of a difference in warmth anyway.
Descending the stairs, Kenzie paused briefly at the edge of the walkway to light her cigarette, then she turned to start off toward home. She wanted a shower, some food, and then to curl up in bed for awhile. Maybe Lance would be home, and alone, and be willing to lay with her for a bit too.
Bobby paused when the girl stopped to light her cigarette, a small grin sparking at his lips. She was beautiful. Dark hair, sharp features, pale skin.. she must have been the living image of what his mother looked like when she was closer to his age. His mother was the epitome of beautiful and always would be in his eyes, but this one.. she scored a solid second. His mind moved over the possible ways he could take her and what would be most effective, the least likely to get noises out of her that would draw the unwanted attention of others. He began moving again when she did, quickening his pace so he could get closer to her. He silently ran over what to say multiple times, not wanting to stumble over his words once he did reach her. Unzipping his coat, he held it in his hands as he was close enough to her that she would be able to hear him, holding it out even if she wasn’t looking yet. “You should wear this. You look cold.”
Kenzie hadn't heard anyone coming up behind her, too busy with her own thoughts really, to pay much attention. She exhaled smoke slowly, letting the nicotine relax her. And then she was wondering if Skylar was home. If he would want to see her. She hadn't seen him since that night in his truck, which probably meant something, even if Kenzie didn't really want to accept it yet. The voice behind her startled her, though she didn't let it show. Instead, she turned to see someone offering her a coat. A cute enough boy, but not one she had seen before. Or at least, not one she remembered. Arching a brow, she looked down at the coat, and then back up to his face, debating. Finally, she smirked and pulled the cigarette from her lips before pausing in her steps. "Okay, yeah. Are my goosebumps that visible?"
Bobby continued to hold the coat out to Kenzie, even as she looked between he and the item. But then finally, she had stopped walking and even wore a smirk as she spoke to him. He took that as a good sign and a smirk played across his lips as well. He took the steps needed to close any distance between them, moving to drape it around her shoulders. “No. But, the weather is too shitty for someone like you not to be cold.” He took a step forward, hoping she would follow along. All he needed to do was get her a little further from the brothel and then he could knock her out. There was a decent enough gap between the business/home and the next house that made him confident he could get her without being spotted or stopped.
The coat was warm, and Kenzie was careful not to burn it with her cigarette. She took another drag off of it instead and then fell into step beside Bobby. She gave him another look. "Thanks. I guess I ought to buy one. I don't live far," Kenzie said, motioning ahead. She wasn't really sure what to do with someone who was nice to her that way. Usually it was Lance looking out for her and she wasn't sure the last time a total stranger did something nice. "You want a cigarette?" Kenzie asked, lifting a dark brow with the question. It was all she had to offer besides a blow job.
Bobby nodded, aware of where Kenzie lived and the fact that he only had a small window of opportunity to make this work right. “No, that’s okay. I don’t smoke. My mother would probably kill me.” He tilted his head at her, his hands hovering at his sides. “You shouldn’t really be walking by yourself, you know. Bad things have been happening. You’re too beautiful not to be snatched up.” He mimicked her facial expression, quirking a brow with his sentence.
"It's a rite of passage to piss your mother off," Kenzie said with a trace of amusement in her tone. She didn't remember her mother, but she had pissed her dad off plenty, even when she hadn't been trying to. Flicking her cigarette away, Kenzie grinned, and lifted her gaze back to Bobby's face. "Is that a come on? The coat, the compliment. Did you see me across the street and decide to hit on me?" She didn't sound angry about it, because she wasn't. Kenzie wasn't scared about walking around by herself. She did it all the time.
Bobby understood some people didn’t get along with their mothers well, but that wasn’t the case for him. He loved Ainsley so much and wanted nothing but to protect and make her happy. Smoking to purposely piss her off would feel so wrong, he could never do that to her. He stayed silent until she asked if he was coming on to her, a reaction he hadn’t been expecting to get. He opened his mouth to answer before closing it, furrowed his brows, then finally forced words out. “Only.. if it’s working that you’d come home with me?” If he could get her to walk right into his door then that would take a whole lot of the legwork out.
That wasn't a response Kenzie expected. She had figured he would blush and stammer and assure her of the complete opposite. So she paused in her steps and turned to face him, her lips quirked into a small smile as she assessed his features. He sort of had that boy next door look to him. Not anything like her type. Still, Kenzie liked that he had been honest in his answer, and... Skylar hadn't been around. So after a brief deliberation, Kenzie smiled up at him. "Say something nice about me first. If I like it, I'll go home with you."
Bobby slowed to a stop with Kenzie’s steps, again mimicking her and offering a small smile. He wasn’t sure exactly how to go about sealing the deal since he hadn’t really had practice prior to his life as a vampire. And even after, this wasn’t something that happened. He hadn’t brought a girl home before, what would mother think? He summoned any kind of remembrance of romantic movies he had seen in the past, reaching forward to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. “...your eyes are beautiful.” He wondered if that would be good enough. Then again, whether or not it was, she would end up at his house one way or another.
Kenzie was not a romantic. She didn't blush, feel butterflies, or get gushy over a boy. But she liked his compliment anyway, and it showed in her smile. Even if he was lying, that was okay. Kenzie liked feeling wanted, especially lately. Obviously she had Lance, but things still felt lonely. He had Zania. Skylar had Clementine, apparently. There was really nothing else for her. So why the fuck not. Kenzie shrugged and then grinned. "Okay. Where do you live?"
Bobby guessed by her not recoiling or walking away that she was enjoying this interaction, and that his chances of successfully bringing her home by her own choice was high. That observation was confirmed when she asked where he lived, matching her grin with his own. “East Road.. by the high school. It’s pretty close.” He took a step forward, waiting for her to join him so they could make the rest of the trek home. He didn’t expect this would be so easy, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased by that surprise.
Kenzie followed, not thinking much of it at this point. She usually did what she wanted, even if she probably shouldn't. It had gotten her into trouble in the past, but Bobby seemed perfectly harmless. What else did she have to do anyway? Lance might be home, but then again, he might not be. Or maybe if he is, there was a chance Zania was around too, and Kenzie didn't feel like being a third wheel. She thought about lighting another cigarette, but decided against it. "Do you live alone?" Kenzie asked, glancing over at Bobby in the process. He mentioned his mother, after all, but maybe he had more family around than that.
Bobby had enough sense not to state flat out that he lived with is mother. Not when he was trying to get her to go home with him with the high possibility of sex. He shook his head, also knowing he shouldn't lie because they were going to need to be quiet if he had any hopes of getting her to his room without interruption. Once she was in there and had some fun, then he could tell mother she was there. "I have a room mate. We'll have to be quiet until we get to my room." He had began walking at a normal pace again once she picked back up to moving, his hands sliding into his pockets. The thoughts of everything he was planning to do to her, the thought of her blood pooling in his mouth, it was making it difficult for his fangs not to drop. He could see his house in the distance, glad it was close so that he wouldn't have to struggle for too much longer.
That was kind of fun, and funny. When was the last time she had to sneak around a roommate? Kenzie couldn't quite remember, since she hadn't been living in the dome all that long. It wasn't like there were roommates to avoid when she was outside of it all, working as a trader. She smirked a little, wondering if he expected her to be quiet when she was in his room. "Have you done this before?" Kenzie asked, drawing his coat more tightly around her body. It was larger than she was, and warm, but she still shivered a little. "Taken home someone you've known for like, three minutes?"
Bobby shook his head at her question. Normally, mother brought him all his meals and considering his appetite, that meant she stayed quite busy. This one was different though. "No.. especially not someone whose name I don't know." He looked over to her to take in her appearance, swearing for just a second he was walking with Ainsley before his eyes adjusted to her. "Have you?"
Kenzie bit back a grin. He must not have seen her leave the brothel. Or he didn't know it was a brothel in the first place. However, she supposed that wasn't the same as just meeting someone on the street and going home with them, like she was doing now. Mannix was the only person Kenzie had slept with since getting stuck in the dome who hadn't paid for it. And really, she hadn't slept with many people outside the dome either. But sex was just sex to her, and she didn't see it as being a big deal if she wanted to sleep with someone she didn't know all that well. "No," Kenzie said, not caring much at all that she was lying. "I'm Kenzie, by the way. So now you know my name."
“Bobby.” He answered in return, even if she hadn’t asked for his name. He pointed to the left as they approached his house, leading her up the pathway before he hesitated outside the door. “Like I said.. be as quiet as you can be.” His voice was low, curious as to where his mother was, if she even was home. Hopefully she wouldn’t be anywhere that would cause her to see Kenzie right away. He unlocked the door and took a quiet step inside, glancing around.
She nodded and resisted rolling her eyes. Did he think she was going to start tap dancing and singing show tunes at the top of her lungs? Kenzie waited for him to unlocked the door, swaying a little to right off the chill in the air. Did his roommate really care if he brought a girl home? Maybe it was his mother, and he was afraid of getting into trouble. The thought made her want to giggle, but she promised she would be quiet, so Kenzie bit her lip instead and followed him inside.
Bobby took a step in and held the door open for Kenzie, taking a glance around what he could see of the house. He also listened, but couldn't pick out any distinguishable noises that would indicate his mother was in the house. If she was then she must have been deep enough in that they wouldn't run unto her on the way to his room. He looked back to his guest, nodding his head to the right. "Right this way." Mother would be so proud. Not only did he lure his own meal home, he also did it so easily.
Following Bobby, Kenzie started looking around at her surroundings, trying to see what kind of place he lived in. Was he neat? A slob? Were there any pictures, or signs as to what his roommate was like? As she walked, she slipped Bobby's coat off once she started warming up some. When they reached his bedroom, or what she assumed was his bedroom, Kenzie offered it back to him. "Don't lose it. It's pretty handy to have when you see a pretty girl walking around in the cold without one," she whispered, assuming she ought to still be quiet.
Thanks mostly to Ainsley, the house was very clean and put together well; she had an impeccable taste he couldn't argue with even if he wanted to for some reason. He glanced over to Kenzie when he placed his hand on the doorknob that would allow the entrance to his room, that also being kept together fairly well. He didn't like clutter and he had plenty of time during the day to organize. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind." He accepted the jacket and took a step into his bedroom, hovering near the door so he could shut it once she came in.
Kenzie rubbed her hands up and down her arms as she wandered to the middle of Bobby's room. It was pretty neat also. Nothing compared to her own room, which was... not so neat. Not that she had any use for organization at the moment. Lance was maybe better at that stuff than she was. Kenzie turned toward Bobby, lifting a dark brow expectantly in the process. "I came home with you. Now what'd you want to do?" She already knew the answer to that, but Kenzie was eager to see if he was shy, or aggressive. Some guys fumbled a bit and blushed a lot. Others were fairly confident. Kenzie didn't have a preference one way or the other. She liked variety enough.
Bobby closed the door behind him as a rather noticeable darkness glinted in his eyes. He felt a small rush of power, knowing that he had managed to bring her home with him without even needing to put in much of an effort. He could have her as long as he wanted her now, any way he wanted her, and no one other than he could put a stop to that. Well, mother if she wanted to.. he hoped she wouldn’t. At that thought, he moved to her quickly and wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her close, his other hand dropping to her ass before running up along her outer thigh. He pulled up once he reached her knee, attempting to hook her leg around him while he pressed his lips roughly against hers.
Kenzie smirked softly when he grabbed her, but it died quickly when he kissed her. She lifted her arms around his neck, helping him by wrapping her leg around his hip and pushing against him. If he expected her to be quiet for his roommate during sex, he was probably going to be disappointed. Kenzie tended to make noise, unless it was terrible of course. But something told Kenzie it wouldn't be so bad. He was a little rough, but that was okay too. Mannix was always rough with her, and she had yet to complain about it. Kenzie returned Bobby's kiss enthusiastically, thinking that maybe she was going to end a somewhat crappy day on a high note.
Once Kenzie’s leg was wrapped around him, his arms switched to allow his other hand to move so he could wrap her other leg around his waist. The swapped arm provided balance so she would know she was secure enough that he wouldn’t drop her. Whether she was ready or not, he began moving her towards his bed, his mouth breaking from hers to sweep his nose over the slope of her neck. He could hear her blood pulsing beneath her skin and wanted so badly to just bite in that moment, but he had other plans first. “Take off your shirt.” He said, his voice stern.
Kenzie grinned against his mouth when he lifted her. She liked that he picked her up like she weighed nothing. It was kind of hot, actually. At least Bobby seemed to know what the hell he was doing. Her skin tingled a little where his nose traced her neck, and in a very distant sort of way, it reminded her of Mannix, whenever he bit her. Not that Kenzie was really thinking Bobby was a vampire of any kind, but the gesture made her shiver pleasantly anyway. His demand amused her, and Kenzie slid her arms from around his neck to reach down and grab the hem of her t-shirt. She pulled it up over her head and let it fall to the floor, her dark mass of hair falling down her back before she gripped his shoulders again. "Your turn," she said, curling her fingers in the material of his shirt.
Even if Bobby didn't have an incredible amount of strength as a vampire, he probably have been able to carry her around easily. She was so little. He got her to his bed once she removed her shirt, tossing her on top of it rather carelessly. He moved his hands to the bottom edge of his, lifting it up over his head to reveal a rather toned figure. He looked upon her, another dark glint in his eyes. He wanted to feel all of her skin against his, feel her squirm underneath him. He climbed onto the bed and pulled her up by an arm, reaching around to unclasp her bra then moved a hand roughly beneath it so he could get a handful of her. He squeezed, his lips back at her neck as his fangs dropped.
Kenzie huffed out a small breath when she landed on the bed, but she recovered quickly, fighting back mild annoyance. She was used to rougher treatment, obviously, but usually it was all for whoever was paying for it. When it came to her own sex life, she wanted to make sure she was getting as much as she was giving. So she touched him, running a hand down his side and pressing her short nails against his waist as she groped her breast. With his lips at her neck, she was able to turn her face a little and nip at his earlobe. It was probably a bit harder than it needed to be, but if he was allowed to get rough, then so was she.
As soon as Kenzie’s bra came undone, Bobby pulled at it hard to remove it from her. He threw it to the side as his hands moved to her waist, pulling her close before they slid up to pin her wrists down. He didn't mind her being rough back, he kind of liked that there was a spark of fire within her. He raked his sharp teeth against her skin, using enough pressure to leave a scratchy trail from the top of her jaw, downwards toward her throat. He pushed himself up from her just a little bit, his voice rough. "Turn over."
A sound of pleasure pain grew in Kenzie's throat when Bobby scratched her skin with his teeth, and she nearly returned the favor by raking her own nails across his lower back, but grabbed her wrists and held them before she could. Breathing heavily now, Kenzie opened her eyes to look up at him. Her skin burned a little from where he had used his teeth and she was trying to decide if she liked being manhandled in a situation that didn't include money for her at the end of it. Obviously her body was enjoying it, because she was aroused already. It was simply that mental issue of being controlled when it wasn't on her terms. But there was always time to turn the tables, she supposed. With her eyes glittering, Kenzie rolled over on the bed, though she kept herself propped up on her elbows, not wanting to pressed completely down.
Ainsley had spent a luxurious hour in the bath and then pampering herself with fresh nail polish and her usual regime of moisturizers. She smelled of violets and was soft and glowing now. She emerged from her bedroom having dressed for dinner which was going to be a special treat tonight. She had gotten so acclimated to the nocturnal life her son now mostly led that she had begun preparing meals later in the evening. Tonight would be no different. Filet mignon, rare as it came, dripping with fatty blood. She wasn't sure why she felt celebratory but life was good. She had the most beautiful son and they would find him a tasty morsel for dessert for him soon enough, even if it wasn’t tonight. She had only to come and find him. She knew her hair was perfect but she rearranged it slightly before calling out, "Bobby, my love! Come and hear the news Mommy has." She stopped and listened, moving further down the hall toward Bobby's room. Surely he was in there and if not, certainly he was within hearing distance. As she neared Bobby's room she could have sworn she heard a moan. She rolled her eyes and pushed his door open. "Bobby, what have I told you about mast-" Her eyes went wide when she saw what was happening and she made a horrified, strangled sort of sound and slammed the door closed, retreating to her bedroom. He knew better than to not come after her. And if he didn’t, he would pay for it.
Bobby stared in awe as Kenzie rolled over. Her skin, her frame, her hair.. all echoes of mother. His demeanor softened considerably, though he hardened against her leg greatly. He leaned over to unbutton her pants, pulling at them until he was able to get them to her feet and continued to stare for a moment. He swallowed hard, trailing kisses along her back, over her ass, nipping at the flesh there before he arrived at her thighs. His bite grew rougher there, unable to control himself anymore. He brought a hand up to feel between her legs, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her inner thigh as he let out a guttural groan. He could taste her blood, feel her ready for him, and then the door opened and his mother's voice reached his ears. Another groan came out before he realized what was happening, quickly jumping up from the bed and throwing his hands behind his head. "Mother!" He flew towards the door, ripping it open. "Mother, don't be angry!"
Kenzie barely registered the interruption at first. She was too caught up in the feel of Bobby's hands and the nips of his teeth. Then he was biting her and she was gripping the blanket in her firsts, a surprised sound forming in her throat. She almost tried to jerk away, but then there was the slamming of the door, Bobby jumping away and calling after his... mother. Oh dear Christ, seriously? Kenzie rolled over onto her side, reaching down to touch her thigh where he had bitten her. Well, fuck. Fucking vampire. Grimacing, Kenzie quickly pushed herself up and grabbed her pants to pull on, working swiftly to get dressed. She'd clean herself up when she got home. Because of course he lived with his mother. And apparently he wasn't allowed to bring girls home. Or have sex. Bobby being a vampire shifted things considerably anyway, because Kenzie knew not all vampires were like Mannix. For all she knew, he'd fuck her and bleed her dry. Or just bleed her dry. Kenzie kept her eyes on the door, listening, watching. She grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it on, hoping to get out as quickly as possible. Lance was going to find this one pretty hilarious.
Ainsley had composed herself quickly and was thinking of leaving her room when she heard Bobby calling after her. She moved into the hallway only to be assaulted by the sight of her son and his obvious hard on and her eyes closed as she took a deep breath. "Bobby, I don't know what gets into your head sometimes. I really don't. Who is that whore and why are you --" She waved her hands slightly because she was not about to say, "having sex." The idea that Bobby had had his face between that girls legs was enough to make her sick but she swallowed and shook her head. She made a little show of looking critically at his crotch and shook her head again. "You'd better get your snack and get rid of her. If you need help you know where to find me," she said, using the high, extremely closed off tone she reserved for when he'd all but mortally wounded her. Then she began to walk away.
Bobby looked panicked. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Ainsley. "Her name is Kenzie." He answered quickly, his hands quickly moving to cover himself and his excitement as best he could. "Please. I don't want you to go." His tone was begging, staring hard into her back. He glanced to his room to see what Kenzie was up to while he tried to iron this out, frowning when he saw her getting dressed. "You're not leaving." He informed her of this now, pointing his finger at her as if that would make her stay. "Get back on the bed." Then he turned his attention back to his mother. "Can we keep her here? Look at her. Please come look at her."
Kenzie arched a brow and stood once the t-shirt was on and she could tug it down over her stomach. She was annoyed when he demanded she get back on the bed, but then the whole tone of it shifted when he asked his mother if they could keep her there. Keep her. Hell no. Suddenly Kenzie was deciding that sex with this particular stranger was a very bad idea. "No, see, there's no keeping of anyone. I'm going home," Kenzie announced, reaching down to snag her shoes. She started for the bedroom door, moving quickly but trying not to show her eagerness to get the fuck out.
Ainsley paused when Bobby asked her not to go. She stood with her back to him, arms folded across her chest. She was debating how to handle this situation, especially with her son's blatant arousal for the girl. She turned around after a moment, a look of pure concern on her face. "Bobby, why would you want this… this girl?" she asked, utter disgust in her tone on that last word as she glanced into the room at Kenzie. "Am I not giving you enough love, my darling? Is that what this is about?" Her voice wavered slightly, her expression sliding from concerned to hurt bewilderment. Her face froze when she heard Kenzie speak, her gaze turning icy as she looked at the girl. "You'll do as your told. Get back on the fucking bed," she said, her tone hard and quiet. She moved her tall, imposing figure into the doorway of the bedroom, blocking Kenzie from any option of exiting. She eyed the girl critically, seeing no reason why anyone should want her, let alone her beautiful son. One arm reached into the room and pulled the door shut, twisting the lock which was on the outside of the door. She turned back to Bobby. "Why?" she asked a bit pitifully.
Bobby looked ashamed, staring down at his hands and biting at his lip to try and get his erection to go down more. It was difficult, but the shock itself seemed to have had the calming effect he was looking for and the current shame just sealed the deal for him. At least for now. “She.. I think she’s pretty. Mother, I stalked her and brought her home myself.” He looked back up with a small smile, hoping he would make her proud with that statement. “I lured her right here, I didn’t have to knock her out or anything.” But then Ainsley’s expression changed and he felt so badly for making her feel that way. He opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated because she was on the move to lock Kenzie in his room. He liked that. She was always there to help him when he needed it, not that he couldn’t handle Kenzie himself if he wanted to. “Mommy.” He said sadly, holding his arms out to wrap around her. “I just get bored and lonely during the day sometimes. Having her here to play with would be fun, I think. Just for a few days, at least. Then I can get rid of her.” Even if he thought she was beautiful, no one compared to his mother, and seeing her that put off by Kenzie distressed him.
Kenzie stared at the shut door for a split second, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Had that bitch really just told her what to do? Her rage growing now, Kenzie reached out to grab the door knob, finding it locked. What the fucking fuck! Was this really happening? "You sick son of a bitch! Unlock the fucking door! Fucking whore!" She shrieked, pounding her fist wildly on the door. "I'll claw your fucking eyes out!" Turning away now that she was breathing heavily, Kenzie looked for the window, hoping to open it and climb out. This was fucking unreal. She didn't know if she wanted to panic or destroy his shit.
Ainsley did feel a swell of pride for her son's accomplishment. He really was that charming, able to lure women with his smile. She put her hand to her heart and fairly beamed at him. "Well done, darling. But I'm sad that I didn't get to help. Oh well, it is what it is but I don't think you ever thought about how it would make me feel to hear you doing those things. Playing with her as you call it. Do you know what how it makes me feel? Do you care?" she asked. She stepped toward Bobby for a very close hug, pulling his cheek against her breasts and stroking his hair. "You can't keep her in your -" She paused as the temper tantrum began in Bobby's room. Her eyes darkened and she let go of her son. Unlocking the door, Ainsley was behind Kenzie in several strides. She grabbed the girl by the hair and threw her onto Bobby's bed. "If you want to keep her, you need to shut her up. Do you understand? I .. I can't deal with all her noise." She put a hand to her temple, rubbing slowly.
Bobby had a mixed set of emotions that he wore on his face. At first he was happy that she was pleased with his accomplishment, but then he was upset because he really didn’t think about how it would make Ainsley feel. He looked back to the floor, trying to think of something to say or any other reasons he could give to explain why he decided to bring her home without talking to his mother first. Really, he just wanted her. That was what it came down to. He looked back up when he got pulled in for an affectionate hug, his fangs slowly dropping again as his head rested against her chest, her fingers running through his hair comfortingly. “I do care, mother.. I’m sorry.” He jerked his head up at the sound of Kenzie’s yelling, narrowing his eyes at the door. Yes, she wouldn’t be lasting very long. No one spoke about his mother that way. His gaze moved to observe Ainsley as she opened the door, his brows raising with interest before he followed her in. Seeing her handle Kenzie in that way was exciting him, but concern washed over his expression again as she lifted a hand to rest at her temple. “I’ll make her be quiet, I promise.” He was at her side in the blink of an eye, his hand resting on her arm. “Are you feeling okay?”
When the door opened, Kenzie wanted to make a run for it, but then the bitch of a mother was grabbing her hair, and Kenzie found herself on the bed again. She lifted a hand quickly to her scalp, glaring furiously at the woman before her face ticked to Bobby. She knew he was a vampire now, but he was obviously insane. Fucking crazy sick fuck with mommy issues. And now they were talking about her like she wasn't even in the room. Kenzie knew it was stupid. She knew it could get her killed. But Kenzie had never really been one to make the best decisions. Especially when she was so angry she wanted to get violent. The suppressed rage she carried inside of her everyday rose rapidly to the surface. She covered her ears, clenched her eyes shut and began to scream. That bitch could deal with her noise. Kenzie wasn't going down like some weak, scared priss.
Ainsley smiled beatifically to hear that he did care and that he was sorry. She'd tell him it was all okay as soon as they dealt with the slut he'd brought home. She nodded and gave him a half smile as she continued to rub her temple. "I'm sure I'll be quite alright soon, darling." But then Kenzie began screaming and Ainsley startled, her eyes widening with instant rage, her thoughts murderous. She quickly got down on her knees on the bed, losing one of her pumps in the process, and put her hands around Kenzie's throat. Then she squeezed. Calmly, as she throttled the girl, using her larger body to pin Kenzie back against the bed, she looked over her shoulder at Bobby. "I won't kill her. I'll leave her alive for you, sweetie. Or have you changed your mind now that you know the filth that comes out of her mouth?" Was this really the sort of girl Bobby wanted? She could hardly believe he'd bother to lure her into his bedroom. For sex. To bite, perhaps, but that was easiest done in the basement. Which was where she fully intended on putting this little bitch as soon as she was passed out cold.
Bobby’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped just a little bit, feeling himself becoming aroused again. His hands dropped to rest over his jeans while he watched his mother strangle Kenzie, unable to take his eyes off anything that was happening even for a second. He was so hungry now, for blood and sex, he was having a difficult time focusing. He jumped slightly when Ainsley looked at him, his eyes shooting to the side before slowly looking back to her. “I’d like to drain her soon.” He tilted his head to the side as he watched some more, mind wandering over how amazing it would feel to fuck Kenzie while draining her. He kept that thought to himself, not wanting to upset his mother again. That would need to happen when she was off running errands maybe, or any reason she would have to leave the house for a little bit.
Kenzie's screams cut off abruptly, and she reached down to get and claw at Ainsley's hands. She tried kicking her legs, but Ainsley was taller and stronger than Kenzie was. She struggled with every ounce of energy she had left, but it didn't take long before she started to get light headed. Was she dying? Would Lance realize she was gone? Would he try to find her? Kenzie closed her eyes again, feeling everything finally go dark as her hands feel away from Ainsley's.
Ainsley's eyes were at a level with Bobby's pelvis and she saw what he was doing with his hand. It made her squeeze all the harder at Kenzie's throat, her nostrils flaring as she watched the light drain out of the girl's eyes and the fight fade out of her. When she was still, Ainsley loosened her grip but she stayed put in case the girl was faking it. She felt for a pulse and found one quite easily. Kenzie was knocked out but not dead. She would be fine enough to be drained soon enough. "Help me get her into the basement please, Bobby," she said, her tone cold and closed off. That he could still find the girl arousing made Ainsley unhappy and she wasn't sharing herself with her son when he'd made her feel that way. Slowly she got up off the bed, finding her shoe, and fixing her hair and pressing wrinkles from her dress. She might just take herself to the pub for steak and leave him to think on what he'd done.
Bobby nodded quickly, moving to assist Ainsley with Kenzie. He didn’t like how disconnected her tone was and he knew that he had done something else wrong. Maybe she knew what he was thinking about somehow, had he been that obvious? His eyes nervously shot up to his mother’s before looking back down at Kenzie, lifting her easily to drape her over his shoulder. “I’ll be better. I promise.” He spoke with a sad tone, knowing he had to behave himself. He cared for his mother so much more than any other girl and a romp in the basement with Kenzie wasn’t worth the pain he would surely cause Ainsley. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t have his fun biting and drinking her, but he couldn’t give into his lust with her. He told himself that that would just be wrong and selfish.
He moved out of his room and down the hallway towards the basement door. He knew exactly where to put her and how to tie her up so that she wouldn’t be able to run off. He was determined to make a good meal out of her at least once before it was time to be rid of her.
Ainsley followed Bobby down into the basement to be sure he did the job right and that he didn't start in on the girl again all aroused and wanton. "Snack appropriately, please," she said aloofly once Kenzie was properly secured. "I had planned to make you the most delectable dinner of rare steak tonight but," she said, rubbing her hands together as though washing Kenzie from them, her tone still cold. "I'm sure you'd rather stay here with your harlot."
Bobby looked up to Ainsley, still crouched over Kenzie after securing her. A frown pulled at his lips, not liking that she seemed to be mad at him. That wasn't what he had been going for at all. He would have liked to have stayed down in the basement for awhile with her, but then mother would be so hurt. "Can I eat with you?" He asked hesitantly. He had to make mother happy first. There would be plenty of time to drink from his new toy later.
Ainsley gave Bobby a longsuffering look before finally nodding. He seemed to have realized what the right decision was here and she was pleased that she still rated above some base little tart. She was his mother after all. She had sacrificed so much of herself to give him the life he had now. A hint of a smile formed on her lips as the good way she'd felt when she'd first left her room to tell Bobby they were going to the pub returned. She gave Kenzie a withering glance and then promptly forgot about her. She held out her hand to take his and pulled him to her. She placed her palms on either side of his face and looked down at him with growing adoration. "My beautiful boy. I only want what's best for you. You know that, don't you?" She placed an affectionate peck on his lips and then said. "Alright let's get you dressed for dinner."