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Tall, Dark & Lonely (Pyte/Sentinel #1)(6)
Author: R.L. Mathewson

Even if this young girl had been a virgin she would have been off limits. He didn’t eat where he lived and these children were clearly the grandchildren of his landlady. He remembered they were to arrive today, which is why he stopped off on the way home and picked up some more air fresheners for the bathroom. He also never fed off a child before. Never had and never would. Children were innocents in his eyes no matter their sexual experience.

That left this Madison, probably another child. She would be safe as well under his rules. He couldn’t remember the last time he fed off a virgin. Was it sixty years? Probably. He had one rule when it came to virgin woman, and that rule had not been needed in all these sixty years. He only took blood not her innocence. There were plenty of willing women for what his body needed. Christ how long had it been since he had a woman? December back in 1880 or the 1890's he thought. Sex became boring and useless. He never escaped his nightmares and never felt close to the woman. It always felt like he was f**king air.

“Come on, Madison, you’re a teacher so tell me what a slut is,” the little boy said impatiently.

He couldn’t help himself. He had to answer. “I believe young man that name is given to a woman who gives her affections too freely to men.”

“Oh my,” The little girl turned to look at him. She licked her lips invitingly. He was going to have to lock the connecting door at night to the main house. This was all he needed, he thought dryly.

“What?....Ow!” a woman’s voice said.

The smell of that virgin blood hit him hard. He stopped himself from stumbling back. That wasn’t the worse part. Hunger ripped through him viciously. That was odd since he just finished two bags of blood on the way home. He wasn’t hungry, but the smell of her blood was intoxicating.

At the moment he wanted her blood more than anything on this earth. Her blood screamed for him. His hands clenched tightly, stopping himself from attacking her in front of these two children. Get it under control! It didn’t matter what this girl looked like, he wanted her blood. He’d never felt this intense need before not even those twenty years he spent in Nichols’ dungeon.

His fangs descended. He learned long ago how to control his eyes, but it was a losing battle. He needed to get away from this woman whoever the hell she was.

He stepped back the same time a young woman, he guessed since he certainly couldn’t tell by the way she was dressed, stepped out from behind the front of the car and looked first at the little girl than at him while she was holding her wrist tightly. The sight of the “Ow,” Ephraim guessed.

She rolled her eyes in the direction of the little girl. “Jill, go on inside please and help Grandma with dinner.”


“Go,” the woman said firmly. Ephraim studied the woman. He couldn’t discern her age, but he was sure that she was not a child. She wore an old baseball cap backwards and her face was smudged and dirty. He couldn’t really make out any features. The only thing he could make out on her face was her eyes. They were brown, but not normal brown. They were rather bright.

His eyes roamed down her body. She was figureless. She was probably also flat-chested by the looks of it and fat. He confirmed his opinion by her baggy pants. In his experience women wore large clothes to cover extra weight. The only thing attractive about this woman was her blood. If he didn’t get out of here soon he would find out if her blood tasted as good as it smelled.

“Are you a policeman?” the boy asked.

“Joshua, you’re being rude,” she chastised the boy. She turned to look at him and smiled. “I’m sorry. This is Joshua and I’m Madison.”

He nodded. His fangs were throbbing painfully in his mouth for a taste of her. “We just arrived today,” she said when he didn’t make any attempt to introduce himself.

Again he nodded.

“Well, who are you?” Joshua asked.

He only turned and walked away. If he didn’t go into the house now he would regret it.

“What’s your name?” Joshua yelled.

“Ephraim,” he answered without looking back.

He made his way to the back of the house and up the backstairs. It wasn’t until he dropped the small bag on his desk that he remembered that he was supposed to have a new neighbor.


It was Madison. She would be close by to tempt him day and night.

He ran his hands through his short black hair. He could do this. He could live here with this woman. They only shared a bathroom. She would keep both doors locked. Any woman with sense would lock the door when she lived in a boarding house even if it was run by her grandmother.

Not that a locked door would stop him. He could push the door down with a pinky finger, but it would serve as a useful reminder to him that she was off limits. He didn’t want to leave. He was happy here. No one bothered him. He liked his job. He liked living in the boarding house. He didn’t want to have his own place. He liked the idea of being alone, but not alone.

No, he would suck it up and wait. She had a new job according to Mrs. Buckman. She would save up and move out. Most young woman wanted to be on their own. Yes, that was it. He just had to wait her out.

He shook his head and grabbed the air fresheners and headed for the bathroom. He opened the door and froze. What the hell happened to the bathroom? Did Mrs. Buckman have it remolded for her granddaughter? He knew she was anxious to have the young woman here but he didn’t know that she would go to this extent.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. No, he smelled cleaning supplies and synthetic lemons. She cleaned. Everything including the floor beamed. Gone were his air fresheners, dirty towels, garbage and that disgusting odor. Now it was clean and organized. The shelves were filled with large fluffy towels. The shower was sparkling and held his shampoo and soap as well as her bathing products. He turned his attention to the medicine cabinet.

She took it upon herself to designate sides, made sense. His side held his razor, shaving gel and cologne. That little collection took up half of a shelf, leaving the other two shelves empty. Curious, he opened her side of the medicine cabinet. It was well stocked with cleaners, soaps, lotions, over the counter medicines, tweezers, ear swabs, nail polish remover and a pink razor. Pink. What difference did it make if it was pink? The other stuff was just as confusing. Why did she need the rest of it? Was she building something out of all that shit?

He closed the cabinet and opened the first drawer under the sink. Extra toilet paper. Okay, she would need that. He didn’t, but she would. That was reasonable. He closed that drawer and opened the bottom one and froze.

“Oh…..fuck me….” His hands shook as he reached down and picked up the pink box, menstrual pads. “Fuck.”

He should have anticipated this when Mrs. Buckman told him that a young woman was moving in. He forgot about women’s courses. He stood up and studied the box. It was a mixed box whatever that meant. He looked it over only to discover it was super and regular. He had no clue what that meant, but it couldn’t be good where he was concerned.

His eyes closed and he prayed for control. The woman, no, the human whose blood attracted him like no other would be bleeding once a month next to his room and discarding blood soaked cotton in the trash can. This was hell. Pure hell. It would take every bit of control not to suck on those discarded pads. Even to him that sounded disgusting.

“Fuck.” There was nothing else to say. He dropped the box back in the drawer and kicked it shut. He braced his hands on the counter and looked in the mirror. His eyes were a fiery red. His teeth were lowered and he was drooling. Great. His only hope was to stay the hell away from this Madison person and pray she moved out before her courses came.

Chapter 3

Madison was ripped from her pleasant dream of warmth by rap music. “What the hell?” She forced her eyes to focus on the alarm clock by her bed. It was three in the morning. Who the hell was playing rap music at three in the morning?

She pulled her knit hat down on her head and jumped out of bed and immediately began shivering. Her baggy sweatshirt and tee shirt weren’t doing the job. The sweatpants might as well be made of paper for all the warmth it provided. The only thing that seemed to keep her warm was the thick socks. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and looked around. That horrible music was coming from her room, but where? It was loud and annoying.

Why was it coming from her room? She stumbled over her unpacked boxes.


The bathroom door flew open, banging loudly against the wall. Madison was so surprised that she stumbled back and fell over a box. She quickly scrambled to her feet just as the light was turned on.

There in the doorway of the bathroom stood a very pissed off Ephraim. His eyes narrowed on hers before moving down to take in her outfit. He seemed pleased by something and then walked into her room, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. No hello or what is that? He walked in like he owned the place. The music stopped suddenly.

“Good,” she sighed with relief.

He shot her an irritated look.

“I’m sorry if that woke you. I have no idea what that was.” The words rushed out of her mouth. This man intimidated her. He was big, very muscular from what she could see now and handsome, too handsome. She never dealt well with handsome men. She preferred to deal with average looking men. It made her feel safe. This man made her feel anything but safe.

She didn’t care if he was a cop. He was dangerous. She felt it. Everything in her body screamed for her to be careful. Of course her mother was going to set her sights on him. She loved dangerous men. Her sister was already making plans. She walked in on her sister and mother talking about birth control. It seems her sister didn’t like the feel of condoms.

That was a nice way to twist her heart and shatter it. Her sister somehow in the last week managed to lose her virginity and her mother knew about it. Candy smiled sweetly up at Madison and winked. This was just a game to her. Madison had been too upset to talk to Jill at that moment. She walked out of the room and made her way back to hers where she cried for a good hour. Then she forced herself to focus on the task at hand, she was starting a new job tomorrow.

Using the text book and notes the school sent over she spent the next five hours creating a lesson plan. Finally, she finished plans for the next two months and had the following week’s lectures created. Then she took a shower, a long hot shower. She heard Ephraim pace his room the entire time muttering something.

The rap music started again. Ephraim threw her another irritated look. She looked even more unattractive with that ridiculous knit hat pulled all the way to her eyebrows and down around her ears, ending around her cheeks. Her skin was tan and clean, but that’s all he saw. Her scent hit him hard. He needed to shut off that annoying music and get the hell out of her room.


He focused on the sound and ignored her overwhelming scent. The damn music was coming from a box buried in the back. He moved quickly towards it, throwing boxes and bags roughly out of his way.


He ignored her. He found a box with a large pink heart drawn on it. He ripped it open and found the offending object on top, a cell phone. “A ‘Carl’ is calling for you,” he said evenly.

For the moment she forgot that she was mad at him for throwing her things around and took the phone. “This isn’t my phone.”

“Don’t care. Tell Carl to f**k off or I will,” he snapped.

She seemed not to hear him or care what he said. “He’s a friend of Candy's.” Friend was putting it mildly. He was one of the guys her mother managed to screw in the short two weeks since she was home. He was in New Mexico and it was one in the morning there. More importantly it was Jill’s phone and Carl was thirty-five years old.

When Madison opened the phone her finger accidentally hit the speaker button. “About time you answered, baby.”

“Carl?” Madison answered, confused. “Why are you calling this phone?”

“Stop f**king around, baby. I’m horny. Come on over, I could go for one of your special blowjobs.”

Every muscle in Ephraim’s body froze. This woman was a virgin, he was sure of it. Some other unknown emotion ripped through him as well. It was weird. He wanted to reach through the phone and rip this guy’s head off. It unnerved him.

Madison’s jaw clenched. Was she embarrassed? “Carl, why are you calling this phone?”

“Jill baby, don’t f**k around. I’m coming to pick you up. Sneak out your window and meet me by the tree same as last week.”

She took a deep breath and spoke evenly. “Carl, listen to me very carefully and don’t hang up before I’m done or I will have the police at your door in fifteen minutes.”
“Oh shit…..Madison?”

“Yes, my sister is fifteen years old. Fifteen, do you understand what that makes you?”


“You are a child molester.”

“Hey, whoa! She came onto me. It wasn’t my idea anyway. Your mother asked me to do her a favor. Your mother and Jill told me that she was eighteen. I swear to god I wouldn’t have touched her if I knew. I swear to god, Madison. I am so sorry…I…oh my god, she’s a kid…” They heard gagging sounds. “I’m going to be sick.” Vomiting sounds followed.

Ephraim snatched the phone from her hands. “Carl, surely you knew she was a kid. One look and you can’t miss.”

“I…they said she just looked young. I asked. They showed me an id. I swear. Please! It was in a pink wallet. They showed me!” he pleaded desperately.

Madison shoved Ephraim aside none too gently and made her way to the box. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, fighting for control. This woman, a tomboy from the looks of things, was going to be the end of him. If he didn’t leave this room soon he was going to drain her. He hadn’t drained anyone in nearly fifty years. He took only what he needed. There was no way he would be able to that with her. The smell of her blood was too powerful. His hands began to tremble.

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