Vengeance Unleashed

Under the relentless midday sun, Edward moved with an otherworldly grace through the abandoned ranch's warehouse. The day's brilliance held no sway over him, a thought that stirred endless questions about his exceptional nature.

As he crossed the bustling warehouse, where Lorenzo's army of newly-sired vampires trained, he made his way towards the homestead. Once a sanctuary to the ranch's owner, it now harbored Lorenzo and his force.

Approaching the door, an unexpected sound reached his ears - laughter. It was an unusual symphony, for Edward hadn't anticipated Lorenzo to have female company.

A choice was made in that heartbeat, and Edward, like a phantom, bypassed the conventional knock. Instead, he stood at the door, fingertips grazing the timeworn wood. Some instinct held him back, whispering that announcing his presence might not be wise.

Kneeling, Edward's eye found its place at the keyhole. It was a relic of an older time, a trick seldom used. What he witnessed within sent a sweet shock of surprise through him. This was an unexpected revelation, a glimpse into a side of Lorenzo he hadn't imagined.

His senses heightened, Edward continued to watch, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

There was Lorenzo and a middle aged lady.

Edward watched lustfully as she unzipped Lorenzo's fly, took out his pike, and put it in her mouth. She wore a dress the whole time. Lorenzo tried to move, but it felt as if his body were tied down by invisible threads. He felt himself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

He saw her fake eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around him. Just as he was about to come, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress him. She took off his jacket, his pants, his shirt, his underwear, and made him lie down on the bed. Her own clothes were kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took his hand, and brought it under her dress. She was not wearing panties.Lorenzo's hand felt the warmth of her Mary-ellen. It was deep, warm, and very wet.His fingers were all but sucked inside. …

Then She mounted him and used her hand to slip him inside her. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, the edges of the pale-blue dress caressed his pale naked stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her,she rode on top of him looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night. Her kitty felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop him, to draw him in, and at the same time to press him out.

Edward still watched from the key hole,his erection grew larger and harder. He felt he was about to burst wide open.The moment stretched taut as his weight leaned against the door, the old wood groaning in protest. With a sudden crash, he stumbled forward, exposing the harsh sunlight that spilled into the room. Lorenzo and the lady shrieked in unison, the sight of Lorenzo's scorched skin a horrifying sight.

Panic surged through Edward as he quickly slammed the door shut, shutting out the deadly rays. Lorenzo's skin was scorched by the sun as the middle aged lady started screaming. The room was filled with the acrid scent of burning flesh, and Edward's heart pounded in his chest.

Lorenzo, his voice ragged, managed to choke out words through the pain. "What the fuck, Edward? Learn to knock, you deepshit." He rushed to the lady and sank his canines deep in her neck, sentencing him to enternal slumber.He wiped his bloodstained mouth with the girl's pale blue dress, the fabric now marred with a gruesome stain.

Edward's retort was sharp, frustration coursing through him. "You could have turned her instead of killing her."

Lorenzo's laugh, though strained, held a hint of dark humor. "Nuh-uh, that bitch had serious emotional issues. I have no time to babysit such a newbie vamp."

Edward tossed him a robe, urgency overshadowing their banter. "We need to talk," he insisted.

Following Lorenzo over the corpse of the lady, Edward's eyes couldn't help but linger on the lifeless form. This was the brutal reality of their existence - choices made in the blink of an eye, consequences that echoed eternally.

As they settled into chairs, the tension in the room was palpable. Lorenzo hesitated, then spoke, his voice tinged with a seriousness that commanded attention. "Edward, one of these days, we need to know why the sun favors you."

Edward's gaze flicked away, avoiding the weight of that unanswerable question. Instead, he steered the conversation to more immediate concerns. "We need a permanent solution for the newly turned vamps. They're growing restless."

Lorenzo leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a predatory gleam. "I have a nemesis," he confessed. "Amarok. He's the reason I'm despised by the vampire community.

As the weighty revelation of Amarok's identity hung in the air, Edward's eyes bore into Lorenzo's, a mix of surprise and recognition swirling within them.

"Amarok," Lorenzo began, his voice tinged with a somber tone, "is the Alpha of the north pack."

Edward's eyebrows shot up in realization. He couldn't contain himself. "We've crossed paths," he interjected, "near a cabin in the north. We fought."

Lorenzo's eyes widened, an understanding passing between them. "You were outnumbered, weren't you? They were out to kill you."

Edward nodded, the memory still vivid in his mind. "Yes, but my tattoo," he trailed off, glancing at the intricate emblem on his chest. It had saved him, but the mystery behind it gnawed at him.

Lorenzo's voice grew urgent. "Take off your shirt."

Without hesitation, Edward complied, revealing the tattoo etched into his skin. Lorenzo's eyes widened, shock coloring his features. "Fuck! Hell no," he breathed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and amazement.

Edward's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? What does it mean?" His frustration and curiosity were palpable. The secrecy surrounding this tattoo had haunted him for too long.

Lorenzo, his voice laced with an odd mixture of admiration and wariness, simply shook his head. "You're full of surprises, lad."

Edward's patience wore thin. "Tell me, Lorenzo. Why does everyone keep the meaning of this tattoo hidden?"

Lorenzo's gaze turned inward, a shadow flickering across his face. "Some things are best left in the shadows, Edward. Forget it. We have more pressing matters."

The dismissal was clear, and Edward knew better than to press further. The truth about his tattoo remained a stubborn enigma, locked away in the recesses of his own existence.

With a nod, he turned his attention to the lifeless form of the lady, her presence a chilling reminder of the choices they were forced to make. It was time to dispose of the corpse and move forward in their tangled dance with fate.