#vampireelvis

Part Seventeen

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee feels her boyfriend, Elvis, is concealing something from her. They've been seeing each other for the past week, and things have been heating up quite quickly. She would never move this fast with any man, but something is drawing her to Elvis. Something that scares her.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Smut...

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Seventeen! The final chapter! A bittersweet ending. I've always loved this story and the characters. This is the end of the road of writing for me. Once again. I'm retiring. I'm not sure if I'll get any more inspiration for a new EP tale. But I'll be around to read.

For my final chapter, I guess I'll go out with a bang... 😏😏😏

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Elvis has his guards clean up Bianca's mess and pack up her things in the apartment. The orders are to dispose of Bianca's things. Elvis personally places Bianca's lifeless body in the same box she had intended for his bride. Elvis shakes his head as he closes the lid of the coffin. It was like closing a chapter of his life.

"Wasted talent," Elvis whispers.

Elvis' mind drifts back to Jordee. He senses her pain and longs to comfort her. He walks back to the shaded baloney and checks on her. She hasn't moved an inch since he last checked on her.

"E?" Jerry whispers. "I think it's been more than enough time for you to go and talk to your wife."

"I'm going. Of course, I'm going it's just..." Elvis pauses. "There's fear in her about everything. I couldn't take it if she pushed me away again."

"You never know what you can do until you try," Jerry says to Elvis, giving some advice. "Go. Talk with her."

Elvis walks out of Bianca's apartment as the guards finish the packing. He walks into the courtyard and approaches Jordee. Her face turned away from him. She leans herself again the water fountain.

"I heard your footsteps," Jordee says.

"Baby," Elvis says. "Talk to me, please. I know this is a lot, but I'm here for you."

"Elvis," Jordee whispers, turning around to face him. "I killed her."

"Jor..."

"No!" Jordee interrupts him. "Listen. I wanted her dead. She hurt you. She hurt me. She cut me and hit me because you chose me. Because you love me over her."

Jordee pauses as tears fall from her eyes, rolling down cheeks like drops of crystals.

"Pretty evil, huh?" Jordee says. "How can you love me?"

"Because Jor," Elvis says, grabbing her waist to get her attention. "You did it all to save us. You saved my life, baby. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me before. All I see is a hero before me. If anything, Jordee, I'm the evil."

"Why you?"

"You didn't want this life, but I'm greedy. I'm selfish. We've only been husband and wife for a week. Then I saw you dying. I promised to love you as a human."

"Elvis, my love. There's nothing that needs to be forgiven. I chose you the moment I knew I was dying. I'm only thirty-three years old, and there is so much more I want to do with you."

"I love you, Jor," Elvis says, placing his hand on her face.

Jordee feels the warmth radiate into her skin. She's surprised by it, but she welcomes his touch. She closes her eyes and feels more comfort passes through her soul. The anguish she felt earlier was gone.

"Oh," Jordee sighs. "This feeling."

"We are one now, baby. One as lovers, friends, and chosen. I feel your pain and your joy as you now feel mine. We are a chosen pair connected in every way. Well, almost."

Jordee opens her eyes to look at Elvis.

"Almost? What's missing?"

"You have to feed from me."

Jordee takes a deep breath, smelling Elvis' blood. It smelt so appetizing and savory. Jordee feels a warmth take over her. It's not hunger. It's lust for Elvis. She gently grabs his face, kissing him with fervor. The more they kiss. The wetter Jordee gets. They are out in the open, but Jordee could care less. She's ready to rip her clothes off.

"I need you inside me," Jordee whispers.

"Whoa, Jordee," Elvis says, "Slow down. Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder. And there's someone I'd like you to meet."

"Okay," Jordee says, a little disappointed, hopefully because she has something great to look forward to with Elvis.

Elvis takes Jordee back to Jerry's apartment. He knocks in the door, and Jerry opens it up, inviting them both in.

"This introduction started off on the wrong foot," Elvis says. "Let's get this right. Jordee, this is my best friend and little brother, Jerry, and his girlfriend, Alicia. Jer. Alicia. This is my Jordee. The love of my life."

Elvis kisses the side of Jordee's forehead, and she smiles.

"It's nice to meet you both," Jordee says, shaking Jerry's hand.

"It's an honor to meet you, Jordee," Jerry says. "Elvis, you have one hell of a bride."

"Thanks, Jer," Elvis winks at Jerry.

Jordee gently shakes Alicia's hand, catching her scent.

"Your human," Jordee comments.

"Last time I checked, yeah," Alicia jokes.

"You both are like me and Elvis. Well," Jordee pauses, realizing she was no longer a human. "The way we were."

"Oh, Jordee," Elvis says, remembering they weren't alone. "This is Mama LaRue. She's Alicia grandmother, and if it wasn't for her, I don't know if we would have found you in time."

Jordee and Mama LaRue look at each for a moment. Jordee nods her head at Mama LaRue.

"You have a familiar spirit about you," Jordee says.

"Gal, I have several familiar spirits about me," Mama LaRue confesses, laughing at the subject. "Elvis, boi. You gots a good wife. Put her first, and she'll take care of ya."

"I will, I promise," Elvis says, pulling Jordee close to him. "Jer, we gotta go."

"So soon?" Jerry questions.

"We'll be back. Maybe for dinner. It's still our honeymoon," Elvis says, taking Jordee by the hand.

Jerry nods his head in understanding. Elvis whistles for Duke, who was sitting by Mama LaRue.

"See ya later, E," Jerry says, escorting them to the door. "And a Jordee? Take care of Elvis for me, will ya?"

"I plan to," Jordee smiles at him.

Elvis and Jordee leave Jerry's apartment with Duke, the dog in tow. They walk through the streets of New Orleans, taking in the scenery. They want each other terribly, but they realize they have time. More time than those who waste time.

Ten minutes later, they are back at the mansion. Duke walks into the living room, making himself at hike again.

Jordee puts both her hands out for Elvis to take them.

"Come," Jordee whispers.

Elvis slides his hands into Jordee's palms, feeling the warmth of her skin on his hands. Jordee leads him upstairs to the bedroom. Elvis closes the door behind them. He leans against the door as Jordee sashays to the bed.

Elvis has always held back during intercourse with Jordee. Now that she's a vampire, there's no need to hold back. He walks over to her, ready to rip her clothes from her body and plunge himself into her. He was ready to cover Jordee's body with kisses. Placing her hand on his chest, Jordee stops Elvis' advance.

"No," Jordee whispers, yet her eyes plead yes.

"Why?"

"Being that you and I are one now. We can sense everything from each other. I want you to sense what I want. What I need from you."

"I sense..." Elvis pauses, honing in on Jordee's emotions. "Lust for me. You want me just as I want you, but you're holding back."

"Why do you think that is," Jordee whispers, taking his hand and placing it over her heart.

"Why would you hold back from me if you love me?" Elvis asks.

Then, like lightning, it hit him. He knew exactly what she needed from him.

"I love you, Jordee."

Jordee smiles, placing his hand on her face.

"I love you more."

"No. I love you more," Elvis bates her, grabbing her face with both hands.

Elvis lays on top of her, grinding their waists together. Jordee wraps her legs around his waist, clinging to him needily. Elvis slips his hand between her legs, finding her pussy. He massages circles over her clitorus. Jordee exhales a sharp breath. Her body is more sensitive to her sexual needs than before.

Jordee rips Elvis' buttons off of his shirt, sending them flying across the room. Elvis rips Jordee's panties off. He quickly slides himself down to lick her folds and pussy down thoroughly. Jordee's breathing is rapid. She sits herself up to get more from Elvis. He places his hands on her hips, moving her to the rhythm of his mouth.

"Yes, Elvis," Jordee whines.

Elvis stands up, unbuckling his pants. At the same time, Jordee takes her dress completely off and tosses it to the side. She takes her bra off, fully exposing herself to Elvis.

"My god, you're beautiful," he says.

Dropping his pants, Elvis reveals his rock hard cock to Jordee. Jordee moves herself closer to him.

"So are you, Elvis," she says, kissing his stomach and working her way down to his penis.

She began licking his head and started to suck him off like a delicious cherry lollipop. Elvis is large, but she's willing to please Elvis in every way possible. She paces herself, but soon she's speedy up her speed, causing Elvis to buck in her mouth.

"Holy fuck, baby," he compliments her.

Elvis grabs her head off of him and kisses her mouth passionately. He gently pushes her back against the mattress, watching her boobies bounce. With his eyes locked in on her eyes. Elvis crawls on top of her like a jungle cat. He kisses her lips as Jordee opens her legs to him. Elvis slowly sinks himself into her, causing Jordee to exhale in excitement.

"Don't hold back this time," Jordee says.

"Never again."

Elvis holds Jordee's waist and drives himself into her slowly. Jordee cries out in pure pleasure. She wraps legs around him once more. Elvis admitted once they he held back, but time has passed, and he gives Jordee his all. Elvis is like an untamed horse between her legs, bucking in and out of her wet kitty.

He sits Jordee up, kissing her lips and working his way down to her neck. Jordee's legs are still around his waist, yet she's sitting in his lap. Her arms are wrapped around his back. She plays in his hair and kisses his shoulder. She smells his savory delicious scent. Without warning, she bites into his skin, tasting Elvis and savoring every drop of blood. It was unlike anything she ever tasted before. She laps at her bite, healing his skin.

Elvis indulges in her bite, enjoying the pain in a pleasureful way. He pushes her hips down, sitting her down on his cock in the scissors position. They kiss one another once more before Elvis begins pounding into her again. Jordee holds onto his shoulders and rolls her hips into his thrusts.

Elvis and Jordee lose all track of time being lost in one another. It was another way of bearing their souls to one another being lost in keep and utter passion.

Jordee pushes Elvis back on the bed. She cowgirls his cock, slowly lifting herself up and down. Tears of ecstacy spring for her eyes as her orgasm hits her from our of nowhere. It was like a fire that engulfed her in passion.

Elvis chases his orgasm. Holding Jordee on his dick, he pushes himself further inside her. He hits her g spot, pushing himself over the edge into his orgasm. This enacts a second wave for Jordee, and she falls limp in top of Elvis. They lay on top of one another, gasping for air.

"Fuck," Elvis breathes.

"I second that," Jordee says, kissing Elvis. "You really were holding back."

"Was it worth the wait?"

"Elvis, it was worth everything."

Jordee rests her forehead against Elvis's forehead.

"Are you ready for forever?" Elvis asks, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers.

"Honesty. I've been ready since I said I do."

There's this beautiful pause between them as they think about their future together.

"I love you, Elvis."

"I love you too, Jordee. With all that I am."

Elvis and Jordee passionately kiss one another. They smile as they enjoy their wedded bliss. Completely in love.

Part Thirteen

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee feels her boyfriend, Elvis, is concealing something from her. They've been seeing each other for the past week, and things have been heating up quite quickly. She would never move this fast with any man, but something is drawing her to Elvis. Something that scares her.

Word Count: ???

Warnings:

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Thirteen!

This is really just a bridge to Part Fourteen, where all the dangerous begins. Muah, ha, ha... 😆😏😆😏

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What an incredible wedding day! The day turned out better than Jordee ever dreamed it could. Jordee introduced Elvis to everyone. Her best friend friend from high school, whom she was still close to. She introduced him to her aunts and uncles. One aunt in particular didn't approve of him, but Jordee did care. Elvis was hers, and she was his.

As per wedding ritual, Jordee tosses the bouquet, and one of her friends caught it. Elvis takes off her garter, flinging it to Jordee's brother Quincy.

Elvis held Jordee close during their dance. He didn't see himself as much of a dancer, but with Jordee in his arms, he'd dance all night.

"You are so beautiful, my wife," Elvis whispers.

"You are so handsome, my husband," Jordee replied, kissing his lips. "Thank you."

As the evening came to a close and everyone started to leave, Jordee and Elvis ho back to their room. Elvis wants to consummate their marriage, but he knows Jordee wants to be completely alone with him and not around family. They spend the night making out until Jordee falls asleep in his arms. The intimacy of it all made Jordee smile.

They stay three more days as Elvis makes plans for their honeymoon. He didn't tell her when or where they were going; she just knew to be excited for what's to come. Elvis and Jordee say their good byes to everyone and head towards their next destination with Duke the dog in tow.

"Elvis, where are you taking me?" Jordee asks, setting into her seat.

"It's a surprise."

"I don't know about your surprises?"

"You'll like this one," Elvis says, taking Jordee's hand and kissing her knuckles. "I promise."

About six hours later

They pass a sign that reads, "Welcome to New Orleans." Jordee can hardly believe that she's in Louisiana, let alone New Orleans. She looks out the window in awe of the state around her. She used to live oak trees. She grew up around them, but these were Louisiana oak trees.

"New Orleans?! Elvis?" Jordee says, full of excitement. "I can't believe you brought me here! It's beautiful!"

"I knew you'd like it here. I have a place in town. Plus, my best friend lives here, and I'd like you to meet him."

"Oh, best friend? What's his name?"

"His name's Jerry."

"He's a vampire too?"

"Yes."

Suddenly, the sounds of New Orleans start to stir. A brass band plays their beautiful jazzy tune. Their tune sweep the streets and straight into Jordee's heart. The addictive melody of New Orleans.

Elvis stops the Mustang so the band can pass by in peace. Jordee takes her camera out of her bag, leaning out the open window to take a closer look at the musicians marching along the street. Duke howls along to the beat.

"Is it always this lively?" Jordee asks. "Is Mardi Gras season?"

"Actually, love, that's the ending of a New Orleans funeral," Elvis speaks in a sullen tone. "Thdy celebrate the lives of past loved ones with song and dance.

"How melancholy. But somehow beautiful. For death is only the beginning of the afterlife."

Jordee sits back down in her seat, watching respectfully as the band passes by. After another five minutes, Elvis puts the car back in drive and continues on their way.

Ten minutes later, Elvis approaches an old house surrounded by several live oak trees engulfed with Spanish moss. The house, unlike most colorful New Orleans homes, was a pale yellow that almost looked like a white if one only glanced at the architecture. Large pillars surrounded the front door; a few of the limbs of the ancient oaks draped the second story of the mansion. The pillars were covered with rich green vines with small flowers in tangled throughout. The baloney up top was covered by moss. Jordee saw it as a Gothic dream. It was a beautiful house.

"Is this where you live, my precious one? Jordee asked Elvis in a deep Southern accent.

"No," Elvis answered. "It's where we live, my love."

Jordee smiles at Elvis as he pulls in front of the door. She steps out of the car, trying to get her bearings from being in the car for so long. They made one pitstop in Mississippi to fill up the gas tank, but that had to be three hours ago. Jordee looks up at the large house in awe. Wow, is all that passes her lips.

"Jor, catch," Elvis says, getting her attention.

Elvis tosses the keys to the front door. Jordee turns just in time to catch the keys. She examines the little golden liking keys. They're older than her key to her apartment in Tennessee.

"Go on, Jor," Elvis tells her. "Go look in the house. I'll get the bags."

"Okay," Jordee says, walking up the stone steps to the door.

She opens the old door and walks inside. The floors are all marble gray that leads into a large living room on the left. In front of her, a large spiral staircase that led to the upstairs. Jordee walks un further for a closer look. On the right, there's an empty ballroom with large windows and a grand piano. The room is topped off with crystal chandelier.

Jordee pretends she's the bell of the ball. She slow twirls around as if there were music playing in the room. She takes a bow to the left and to the right as her friends and family applaud her. She stands up tall, smiling at the beauty around her.

"This is... magnificent," Jordee says.

"Isn't, though?" Elvis says, carrying the rest of their bags inside.

Duke, the dog walks in as Elvis closes the front door. Duke makes himself at home in the living room.

"Elvis, when did you buy this place?"

"Back in 1958. I spent the summer here on business. The original owner moved away, and I was able to convince him to sell this place to me."

"I bet you had some wild parties here then. Especially in the 50s."

"Have you seen upstairs yet?"

"No, not yet."

"Come on. That's where we'll be staying," Elvis says, extending his hand out to Jordee.

Jordee joyfully takes his hand, following him upstairs to the master bedroom. Elvis has her luggage in one hand, putting the luggage down he opens up the double doors. Directly in front of them are the set of windows that lead to the baloney. The windows cast the luminous light inside the room with no need for a lamp. Even with the shear cream drapes. To the right, a king-size bed. To the left of the room, a small living area complete with a sofa, end table with a lamp, coffee table, and fireplace. Jordee sees an open door to the bathroom.

"Elvis, this is incredible," Jordee says.

Elvis guides Jordee in front of him. He kisses her lips. Jordee wraps her arms around his waist, placing her hands palm open on his back. They move their tongues over one another's tongue, ready to start their life together and consummate their marriage.

Elvis moves his mouth to her cheek and down to her neck.

"Elvis, wait," Jordee stops him.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing," she says out of breath. "Let me take a shower and freshen up some."

Elvis looks Jordee up and down with sexy eyes and a smirk on his face. He can wait a moment longer. Absence does make the heart grow fonder.

"Okay. I have one request, Mrs. Aaron," Elvis says, slowly backing away from her.

"What is it?"

Elvis pulls her luggage in the room and opens it up. He pulls out her wedding gown.

"Wear this, please?" Elvis asks.

But from the look in his eyes, Jordee could have sworn he was pleading. Jordee doesn't hesitate to take her gown from Elvis. Whatever his idea was, she was game.

"I'll give you some time alone," Elvis says, kissing her forehead.

Elvis walks out of the room, closing the double doors behind him. Jordee rushes to her luggage to take out her shea butter and cocoa butter body wash. She grabs her lotion, hairbrush, mini razor, and hair pudding. She turns the shower, grabs a washcloth, and jumps in. The water is the perfect temperature to calm her nerves. As excited as she is, Jordee is nervous as well. She's never been with a married man before, and this man is her husband.

Jordee washes her hair, gets out of the shower, and covers herself with a fresh towel. She dries her hair and puts the curling pudding on her curls for an extra bounce. She gets her small razor out, shaving all the unwanted hair off her body. Her legs. Under her arms. All landscaping. She was very quick, yet very careful not to cut herself. Even if would drive Elvis crazy.

Jordee slips inside her wedding gown and looks in the mirror. She takes a deep breath, preparing herself what's to come. As she breathes into her nose, she smells the calming scent of lavender and fresh linen. Jordee walks out of the bathroom and sees lit candles surrounding her with their heavenly glow. Their on the coffee table, the mantle of the fireplace, and the floor. As Jordee looks down as her feet, she notices the flower petals that lead to the bed. She follows them around the small corner where Elvis waits for her.

There he is. Elvis sits on the bed wearing nothing but a sheet to cover himself up. In his hand is a white rose. Elvis smiles at Jordee and starts pulling off more petals.

"She loves me. She loves me not. She loves me. She loves me not," he says, as Jordee approaches him.

Elvis hands her the rose as he rises from the bed. Jordee pulls one last petal from the rose.

"She loves you with all of her heart," Jordee whispers.

Elvis touches her face, leaning his head against hers. They hug one another as if they hadn't seen each other in months.

"My wife. My love," Elvis whispers to her. "I love you so much."

"I love you so much," Jordee says, kissing his lips.

Elvis passionately kisses her back, working his way down to her neck and shoulders. When he kisses her right shoulder, he loops his finger through her dress strap, pulling it down. Jordee drops her rose, allowing Elvis to have his way with her.

"Take me, Elvis," Jordee whispers. "I'm yours mind, body, fresh, and soul."

That was all Elvis needed to hear. He picks her up and tosses her on the bed, making passionate, unbridled love to her. Elvis holds back, but Jordee can't tell. She just wants more. Elvis gives her all of him all night long, surrounded by candles, flower petals, and love. She falls asleep in Elvis' arms with one word falling from her lips.

"More."

"Rest, Jor," Elvis whispers, kissing the back of her neck.

Elvis lies beside her for the rest of the night. Random times throughout the night, he kisses her neck and shoulders. He gently plays with the strands of her hair.

"Mine," he whispers. "You'll always be mine."

As morning approaches, Elvis knows Jordee will be up soon. He slips out of bed, heading to the kitchen to make Jordee breakfast. A moment or so passes, and Jordee wakes up. Smelling the scent of food in the air, she gets out of bed. She finds a large shirt that belongs to Elvis and walks downstairs. When Jordee walks into the kitchen, she sees Elvis finishing up her breakfast.

"Good morning, love," Elvis greets her.

"Morning, husband."

"Not a good morning?"

Jordee slowly sashays to Elvis.

"A good morning," Jordee starts. "Would be you fucking me awake."

Jordee wraps her hands around Elvis' neck, pulling him close to her to kiss him. Kissing passionately, they roll their tongues over one another's. Jordee moan in Elvis' mouth. Elvis pulls away and hums.

"It's breakfast time," Elvis says. "I need you strong for all the activities we're going to do."

"Okay," Jordee whispers, shrugging her arms.

"I need to make a quick trip to the counter store."

"Our bond. You need me to come with you?"

"No, it's not too far, and I won't be gone long. You know I can't. I'll always come back to you."

"Okay."

"Duke is staying with you."

Elvis kisses her forehead, leaving Jordee alone with her omelette and pancakes. She savors every bit of her food. Everything tastes more fresh and sweet. She takes a sip of her orange juice. It freshly squeezed with very little pulp. Breakfast was delicious. Jordee takes her napkin and wipes her lips. She's more than satisfied. Now, Elvis needs to come back.

Duke starts to growl. Something Jordee has never heard Duke do. He's always been a quiet and peaceful dog. Jordee gets up from the kitchen counter, moving toward Duke.

"What's up, boy?" Jordee asks him. "What's the matter?"

Duke looks at the window and starts to bark loudly. Loudly enough to cause Jordee to jump and fear. Jorded walked to the window to see what Duke saw.

As she approached the window, the doorbell rang. She retreats from the window and goes to the door. Jordee looks through the peephole. Seeing no one there, Jordee asks aloud who was there. But still no answer. She opened the door, peeking her head put to glance around. She looks down and sees a jewelry box. She picks it up and walks back inside, locking the door behind her.

"Is this what you were barking at, Duke? Huh?" Jordee asks, examining the gift box. "Did you see the mailman? Huh, boy?"

Jordee gently scratches Duke's head, calming him down. She looks at the gift box, wondering why Duke would be disturbed by a gift? Duke barely barks at anyone. When Elvis comes into the room, Duke walks to him to be greeted. Almost like a child. Something must be wrong if Duke was barking like that. Hounds of Hell are true guard hounds. They only bark for warnings. They attack to keep their master safe.

Jordee looks all over the box. Nothing seems out of place. It's just a gift. Maybe something from Elvis. She opens the box, revealing a gorgeous emerald and diamond necklace.

"Whoa," Jordee says.

Her eyes widen from the beauty of this necklace. It's more extravagant than she would have chosen for herself, but she can deny the beauty of this necklace. There's a note at the top of the case that reads:

To the bride:

This wedding gift is for you. No bride is complete with her jewelry. No queen is complete without her crown. Congratulations.

She walks back upstairs and gets ready for the day. She puts on her white and blue maxidress. It's the pretty dress to be worn with this necklace. She puts the necklace around her neck, clapping the back against her neck. Jordee looks in the mirror at her appearance. She can't deny her stunning beauty with the necklace on. Suddenly, a feeling takes over her body. She feels unsteady on her, and her tummy feels queasy.

"Jordee," Elvis calls out.

The feel subsides, and Jordee feels better. Elvis is home. She meets him at the door and hugs his neck. They kiss one another, helping Elvis get his strength back. Twenty minutes too long away from Jordee kills him.

"We didn't have any wine in the house," Elvis said. "I thought I'd get you some."

"That sounds like a plan."

"Where'd ya get that necklace?" Elvis asks, pointing to Jordee's neck.

"It was delivered here by messenger, I'm sure. They just left it in front of the door. It said it was a wedding gift to me. I thought it was you," Jordee says, explaining herself.

"Take it off," Elvis commands.

Jordee is taken aback by Elvis' command. He never has spoken to her in such a domineering tone before. She felt like she was in high school again. It wasn't a pleasant feeling.

"Why should I take it off?" Jordee asks, holding to her neck.

"Take it off!" Elvis shouts, ripping the necklace off of her neck and fligging it across the room.

Jordee is visibly shaken by Elvis' temper. A side of him she's never witnessed before. Not really. The night before, Elvis told Jordee he was a vampire she saw a glimpse of anger that scared her. It wasn't this bad.

Elvis looks Jordee. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he's immediately remorseful. He tries to touch her face, but Jordee pushes his hand away from her.

"Don't touch me," Jordee says.

"Love," Elvis tries to apologize.

"What's going on with you?"

"I-I have issues with that necklace."

"Elvis, it started before the necklace. It started a week or so ago. The surprise trip on a whim to see my family. You randomly asking me to quit my job. You wanting to get married so quickly after planning for three weeks. I'm no fool. What's going on, Elvis?!"

"I... I-I-I don't know how to tell you without making you angry," Elvis tells her.

"Just talk. I'll make up my mind if I'm angry."

Elvis pauses, gathering his words.

"That necklace," Elvis started. "Belonged to an old... girlfriend of mine. My last girlfriend."

"Bianca?"

Elvis can't look Jordee in the eye. Nor answer her with words. He nods his head in shame akin to a small toddler who finds himself in trouble.

Part I: Chance Encounter

Part II: First Date

Part III: Second Date

Part IV: Night Cap

Part V: Breakfast

Part VI: The Fountain

Part VII: Love Bites

Part VIII: The Movie Date

Part IX: Vows

Part X: Love Making

Part XI: Boudoir Session

Part XII: Dancing

Part XIII: Traveling

Part XIV: Vermont Dreaming

Part XV: Fun in Vermont

Part XVI: Lover's Confession

Part XVII: Lover's Final Confession

Part XVIII: Beach Day Tales

Part XIX: Bianca

Part XX: Kidnapped

Part XXI: The Hunt

Part XXII: The Rescue

Part XXIII: The Bitter Goodbye

Part Sixteen

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee feels her boyfriend, Elvis, is concealing something from her. They've been seeing each other for the past week, and things have been heating up quite quickly. She would never move this fast with any man, but something is drawing her to Elvis. Something that scares her.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Surprise...😏😏😏

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Sixteen! There's gonna be one more chapter after this.

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The trio put their plan into action. Alicia slowly walks to Bianca's apartment. Jerry listens as she trots along the sidewalk. When she disappears to the other building, Elvis and Jerry start walking over towards the balcony. They start scaling the walls to reach the top.

Elvis feels better with each step he gets closer to Jordee. Elvis and Jerry hang to the edge of the balcony, waiting for Alicia's signal.

*knock, knock, knock*

They hear her knock on the door. The next minute, they hear a males voice answer the door.

"Yeah, how may I help you?" The voice boomed.

"Hi, I'm Alex, and I locked myself out of my apartment. My grandmother's in there, and she's sick. May I please borrow your cell to call my boyfriend?" Alicia lies.

With that, Elvis and Jerry jump over the balcony. The glass door is left ajar. Elvis opens it, seeing Jordee tied to a chair with blood dripping from her lips. Jerry immediately starts to untie her legs, but Elvis is paralyzed at her state. Tears automatically pour from his eyes. He gently touches her face, trying to get her to look at him.

"Jordee, baby," Elvis says.

Jordee opens her eye to see him. The other eye is swollen shut. His touch is welcomed. It cools her burning face.

"Elvis?" She says weakly.

"Yes, baby. I'm here," Elvis says, ripping the rope from her wrists.

They carefully and quietly pull her away from the chair. Elvis cradles her in his arms. Jordee's dress has rips and tears all over it where Bianca cut her. Elvis smells blood all over her. He gently touches her abdomen. Jordee jolts in pain.

"Oh god," Elvis whispers, tears running from his eyes.

"What's wrong, Elvis?" Jerry asks.

"Her ribs are broken," Elvis says his voicd shaky. "Plus internal bleeding. We can't move her."

"Elvis," Jordee says, touching his cheek.

"I'm here, my love."

"I knew you'd come," Jordee says.

Jordee's breathing was shallow. He was going to lose her. He couldn't lose her. They had only just begun. They had only been married for six days. Then it hit him. What Mama LaRue said earlier. Death, rebirth, a broken promise.

"Baby," Elvis asks. "Does it hurt?"

"Not... as much... as it did."

Elvis looks Jordee in the eye. He has to break his promise to her to save her life. He carefully pulls her top away from her neck, exposing her bruised flesh to him. He lightly brushes the spot with the pad of his thumb.

"Do it," Jordee murmured.

First, Elvis tenderly kisses her skin. Then, he bites into Jordee's flesh, drinking up the delicious nectar of her blood. The taste coats his tongue, dulling his senses and endowing him with strength. A single tear falls from Jordee's eye. She doesn't have the strength to describe the pain.

"Elvis, you sneaking boy," Bianca says, catching Elvis's attention. "I lose you, yet you find me."

Elvis lays an unconscious Jordee on the bed, shielding her with his body. Jerry stands beside him, doing the same. Jerry listens around for Alicia to see if she made it out safely. He can't hear her voice or her heartbeat in the apartment, so he knows she's back at their apartment safely.

"How could you?" Elvis questions her. "You had no intention of delivering Jordee back to me."

"No," Bianca comments. "Not one. Actually, I was going to deliver her back in a pinewood box."

Elvis eyes widen.

"I'll kill you before you touch her again," Elvis says, revealing his fangs to her.

"You're too soft for death, Elvis. That's why you failed as a king, and why I'm much better suited for the job."

In an instant, Elvis leaps across the room, yelling at her. He picks her up by the neck, lifting her off the ground. Bianca laughs at Elvis. He forgot she has voodoo on her side. She chants a conjuring that weakens Elvis. Bianca takes the extra strength and uses it against him. She holds Elvis against the wall. She growls at him.

Jerry jumps in to help Elvis, but Bianca knocks him across the room with an invisible force unleashed from her hand. Bianca's guards pick Jerry up, restraining him.

Bianca looks back at Elvis. She squeezes his neck tightly. Elvis hums at the discomfort.

"Since you won't join me at my side or be my king, I'll steal your throne," Bianca tells him. "First, I'm going to kill your love in front of you just to see the pain in your eyes."

"I... won't let you," Elvis murmurs angrily.

"Who's gonna stop me!"

Suddenly, Biana is kicked across the room.

"Stay away from him!" The voice shouts.

Elvis collapses to the floor, bent over on his knee to catch his breath. His strength is restored. He looks up and sees a vision before his eyes. Jordee stands between Elvis and Bianca, making herself a shield for his protection.

Jordee's scars are healed, and there's a glow to a sun-kissed skin. Jerry smiles. A newborn vampire is strongest when first awakened. Bianca doesn't stand a chance against Jordee now. Elvis stands behind his wife proudly.

"If you wanna fight me, Bianca. Fight me face to face as a woman. But you will never touch Elvis again," Jordee says, balling up her fists.

"Clever boy, Elvis," Bianca says, standing from where she landed. "You turned her into a vampire. You leveled the playing field. It won't help you."

"I beg to differ," Elvis says.

"I hear you have a pinewood box," Jordee comments. "I bet it's the perfect fit for you."

"You bitch. You have no power here," Bianca says, walking towards her.

"I disagree," Jordee says, lunging at Bianca.

Jordee pushes her hard against the wall. She scratches her face, cutting claw marks on her cheek. Payback from cutting her first. Bianca hisses at the pain of her cuts, kicking Jordee away with both feet. Jordee flips, but like a flexible cat, she lands on her feet. Jordee's surprised at herself.

Bianca snaps her fingers, calling the guards to restrain Jordee.

"Seize her!" Bianca shouts.

"Bow down," Elvis commands them.

The men stop in their tracks. Elvis gave them an order, and they followed it. They kneel before Elvis, as told, ignoring Bianca's wishes.

"How dare you disobey me! Seize her!"

"Bianca. Bianca. How quickly we forget," Elvis says, shaking his head. "I sired them. They will hear me before they listen to you. The only reason they ever took orders from you is because I allowed it."

"I hate you, Elvis!"

Jordee back hands Bianca's face, pushing her down.

"The feelings mutual, bitch," Jordee says, picking Bianca up and tossing her around.

A cat fight ensues. Bianca grabs Jordee's hair. Jordee maneuvers herself out of Bianca's grasp. Jordee kicks Bianca in the stomach, but Bianca bounces back quickly. Bianca places her hands on Jordee's head, trying to switch bodies with Jordee once more. Jordee prys her hands through Bianca's arms, breaking free of Bianca's hold.

Jordee forces herself behind Bianca. Placing her hands around her neck, Jordee snaps her neck. Bianca's body falls into the broken wooden chair, piercing her heart. She's dead.

Jordee chest heaves. Her breathing is rapid. She looks down at her bloody hands, shaking in fear. What did she just do?

"Jordee..." Elvis says, trying to comfort.

"Don't touch me!" Jordee shouts, running away from him into the courtyard.

Tears pour down her face. Jordee died and came back into a whole new different world. Everything is sharper and louder. She dare not look upon her own reflection. She shakes in fear of what she's become. She washes her hands in the water of the fountain in the courtyard.

"What have I done?" Jordee asks herself with tears pouring from her eyes. "What am I now? Who am I?"

Elvis hears her from Bianca's balcony. He tries to go to her, but Jerry stops him.

"No, E," Jerry says, grabbing his arm. "Give her some time."

Elvis nods, knowing Jerry is right. Jordee was thrusted into a new world. He grabbed from the jaws of death and forced her into the world of the undead. Elvis did, in fact, break his promise to her, and Jordee was reborn as a vampire. Bianca's death completed Mama LaRue's vision.

Elvis' troubles with Bianca are over, but Jordee's heart troubles have begun. He feels Jordee's sorrows and pains. A single tear falls from Elvis' eyes as he watches Jordee in the courtyard.

Part Eleven

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee feels her boyfriend, Elvis, is concealing something from her. They've been seeing each other for the past week, and things have been heating up quite quickly. She would never move this fast with any man, but something is drawing her to Elvis. Something that scares her.

Word Count: ???

Warnings:

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Eleven (11)!

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Thirty minutes later, Jordee and Elvis arrive at her family's house in the country. It's a classic gray panel home with a porch on the front. There was a closed garage with white doors and concrete that stopped off the five feet from the garage doors. There were two big pine trees on both sides.

Jordee recalls all the family gathers inside the garage. She remembers trying to learn how to skate on the concrete and the summers spent riding bikes around the house.

"Home," Jordee sighed.

"This is beautiful," Elvis says, turning into the driveway.

Jordee's mom is outside watering her potted plants. Her grandmother is under the umbrella in her wheelchair enjoying her gospel music that plays on her record. It was like they knew she was coming to visit.

Jordee told her mom about Elvis and how much she loved him. Her mom was the first person she called the next morning after Elvis proposed to her. Jordee told her mom everything, with the exception of her sex life and the fact that Elvis was a vampire. It was quite easy to hide that detail, being that Elvis slept little and walked in the daylight.

"Good Lord, is that my grand baby come home?" Gran asks.

Her mom looks up with a smile on her face.

"Yes, Mama, it is." Mom says, dropping her water bucket to the ground, running toward Jordee.

"Hey, Mama!" Jordee shouts in excitement, getting out of the Mustang.

Jordee and her mom embrace. Jordee works so much that she doesn't come to as often as she did once. It warms Elvis' heart to see them together. He knows how much Jordee loves and values her family. He only wishes that she could meet his family, but everyone he's related to by blood is gone. He has his brother's in arms like Jerry, George, and Red, but they won't meet Jordee until after they're married.

"Oh, my big baby," Mama said, kissing Jordee's forehead. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Ma," Jordee says, kissing her cheek. "Gran, you're out the house!"

"Come give me a hug!" Gran shouts.

Jordee hugs her grandma tightly and kisses her cheek. Her brothers come out of the house and hug her.

"I didn't know you were in town guys," Jordee says.

"We made a quick stop," Jay says, kissing her head.

Jordee looks back at the car and waves at Elvis to come over. She meets him halfway, grabbing his hand and walking him over.

"Fam, this is my fiancé, Elvis Aaron. Elvis, this is my family. My mother, Robbie. My grandmother. You may call her Ms. T, and my brothers Jay and Quincy."

"Hey, Ms. Robbie, it's nice to put a face to the name," Elvis says, hugging her.

"It's good to meet the man who captured my daughter's heart," Robbie said, hugging him back.

Elvis kneels in front of Jordee's grandma, Ms. T.

"It's so good to meet you, Ms. T," he says, kissing her old cheek.

"You're quite the handsome flirt, aren't ya?!" Grandma T says.

"Only a little bit. You single?" Elvis asks, winking at her.

Everyone laughs. Jordee loves the interactions between Elvis and her family. It's working out better than she ever imagined. The only thing that could make it better is if her Gramps were here. She always wanted him to walk her down the aisle, but that dream ended the day he passed away. She was grateful for her brothers, who could walk her to Elvis when the time came.

Elvis shakes hands with her brothers Jay and Quincy. She's glad Elvis can keep up with their banter and gab.

"That's a nice ride, man!" Jay says, eyeing his Mustang. "I've always wanted a Mustang."

"You wanna drive?" Elvis asks, holding up his keys.

"For real?" Jay questions.

Elvis tosses Jay the keys. Then whistles for Duke. Duke jumps out the window of the passenger side. Duke runs to Elvis and sits at his feet.

"You got a dog too?!" Quincy asked.

Quincy kneels down to pet Duke as he waggles his tail.

"Yeah, his a real hound dog," Elvis says, winking at Jordee.

"Quincy loves dogs," Jordee says.

"We going for a ride in this whip or what?" Jay asks.

"Let's roll," Elvis says, leading the way to the Mustang.

Quincy and Duke, the dog, jump in the back seat as Jay bucks up in the driver's seat, and Elvis slides in the passenger seat. Jay starts the car, puts the vehicle in reverse out of the driveway, and they race down the road in turbo.

Jordee helps Gran back in the house, and they start dinner. All of Jordee's favorites: barbecue chicken, brown rice, cream corn, squash casserole, corn casserole, potato salad, and cornbread.

"Ma, you didn't have to go there all this," Jordee says.

"My baby is home. You deserve all the best. Plus, your brothers are home as well. We deserve to feast," Robbie says.

"So..." Jordee says, leaning against the table. "What do you think about Elvis?"

"He's handsome. He seems kind. He has a sense of humor, but what does he do for you, Jordee?"

"Everything. On our first date together, he asked about my family. You and the boys. He asked about Gerald as well."

"Your father?"

"He was asking questions to get to know me. I told him the truth. Gerald doesn't care about me or love. He said, "No child should ever feel unwanted. He would make me feel wanted, and he has. He believes in my dreams and supports me. He's there when I need him. Oh..."

Jordee hunches over in pain. Elvis is too far. The boys were just supposed to drive in the country circle.

"Jordee, are you okay?" Robbie asked.

"It will pass."

After a moment, Jordee feels better. The pain passes by her, and she knows Elvis is coming back towards the house.

"I'm fine. I'm sure they were period cramps," Jordee says, standing up straight.

"Are you sure? Do you need Ibuprofen or Midol?"

"I'm fine, Ma."

The door opens and shuts. The boys are back.

"Mom..." Jay says, entering the dining room. "I just drove true American muscle. I love that Mustang!"

"I'm glad, Jay. Now you go wash your hands. Dinner's ready," Robbie says, pushing Jay and Quincy to the kitchen sink.

Elvis leans against the doorframe, staring at Jordee. She walks up to him, hugging him. They're putting away all the pain as they embrace love for one another.

"Are you okay," Elvis whispers to her.

"I'm better now. Much better now I'm with you. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she whispers, kissing his lips.

Grandma T rolls by that and stares.

"You two are blocking me in now."

"I'm sorry, Gran," Jordee says, moving Elvis and herself out the way. "Come on in."

Grandma T scoots herself in the dining room and parks herself at the table. Elvis pulls Jordee's chair out for her and pushes her chair in. Robbie and Grandma T take note of all Elvis does for Jordee.

Jay and Quincy bring the food to the table. Jordee says the blessing of the food, and everyone passes the food around to one another. Jordee makes her grandma's plate, and Elvis makes her plate. Jordee was happy to have all her loved ones at the table eating dinner together.

After a few minutes of silence, Grandma T asks Elvis about himself, and Elvis answers the questions carefully. He tells her he works for security and he works on cars. They ask where they met each other. Jordee tells them about McGlover Park.

"It was love at first sight," Elvis says, taking Jordee by the hand. "At least for me, it was."

Jordee and Elvis stare into one another's eyes.

"She took my breath away."

"Honesty," Jordee starts. "It took me more time. I took a chance, and it was the best decision I've made thus far. I knew I was definitely in love the day I took pictures of him at the park."

Elvis smiles and kisses her knuckles. Everyone notices how real this love is in the room.

"I love you, Jordee," Elvis says.

"I love you too."

"I gotta call my girl," Quincy says. "I gotta drop the same lines in her. Keep her happy."

Everyone laughs at Quincy's remarks. This marks the end of dinner. Everyone cleans the table as Jay helps Grandma T get back to her room, settling her in for the evening. Quincy and Robbie do the dishes. Jordee and Elvis offer their help, but Robbie tells them to enjoy the evening.

Jordee takes Elvis outside for a night stroll down the garden lane. The twilight sky blazed as the sun set. The hues of blue evanescence as the rays of the sun take over the scene, casting gold, orange, and pink. The crickets and frogs fill the air with their sweet evening song. In the distant woods, the lightning bugs light the forest.

"Jor, is this the evening sky you flew in during your dream?" Elvis asks.

"Yes. The exact sky."

There's a pause as they walk hand in hand. Jordee loved being home in the country. She loved it more that Elvis was there with her.

"I bet you climbed that tree when you were little," Elvis says, pointing out the pear tree.

"Not even close."

"Paint me a picture, Jor."

"This path we're walking, I would ride my bicycle up and down this path. My cousins and I would race Go-Karts all through the lane and around the houses. We played tag, and we had water balloon fights. We had so much fun."

"I bet you were the cutest thing."

"I was," Jordee says, lightly bumping Elvis' hip.

"It's so beautiful here. Peaceful," Elvis says.

"Yes. It's home. I can clear my mind here."

"It's the perfect place to get married."

"Yeah, it could be."

"Why not?" Elvis stops. "Let's get married here."

"What?" Jordee says, confused.

"Jor, you said the other places didn't feel right because this is what we need. A quiet, peaceful country wedding. I can imagine you walking to me here. The smile on your face. Your family is here."

"Elvis, what about your family and friends you invited?"

"You are the most important person in my life. You are my family."

Elvis pushes a strand of hair behind Jordee's ear. The light in her eyes makes him feel so light he could fly away. He gently places his forehead to hers. Jordee thinks about the opportunity of getting married here at her family's home.

"Yes," Jordee whispers.

"Yes? Yes, you'll marry me here?"

"Yes, Elvis. I'll marry you here."

"Tomorrow?" Elvis asks.

Jordee pulls her head away from Elvis.

"Tomorrow?"

"Jor, I don't wanna wait another minute. I love you, Jordee. Marry me here tomorrow. Please."

Jordee thinks about it. Why not. He's everything she's ever wanted. She's willing to take another chance, but she can't figure out for the life of her why so hastily. She places it in the back of her mind, smiling at Elvis.

"Let's do it, my love. Here. Tomorrow."

"Yes!" Elvis shouts, picking Jordee up in his arms and spinning her around. "Jordee, I'm going to make you so happy."

They embrace and kiss as the sunsets and the stars come out.

Part Eight

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee feels her boyfriend, Elvis, is concealing something from her. They've been seeing each other for the past week, and things have been heating up quite quickly. She would never move this fast with any man, but something is drawing her to Elvis. Something that scares her.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: If it does so please the court, more Smut.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Eight.

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The sunlight creeps above the curtains, shining lightly on the wall. Elvis smiles at the thought of a brand new day that he gets to spend with Jordee. The night was incredible when she was awake. When Jordee slept, the night seemed so long but wouldn't have traded it for anything.

Elvis spent his night admiring her beauty up close and personal. Jordee doesn't have high cheekbones, but she has a slight highlight on her left cheek that reflects her right cheek. Her freckles covered her upper face, like specs of chocolate. He adored how her nose sat at a perfect angle above her cupids bow easing down to her full lips.

Elvis was holding the woman of his dreams in his arms. He could hardly believe it himself. An entire year of pining of Jordee has led him to this moment. He gets to hold her, kiss her, and make love to her. Throughout the night, Elvis kisses her head and the fingers on her hand. He smells her hair and skin.

The skin to skin contact drives him crazy. He told Jordee in the morning. It's the morning. Elvis puts his face close to Jordee's head, breathing in her lovely scent. He listens closely to her beating heart. Her magnificent heart. Her blood flows like honey through her veins.

His fangs elongate at the thought of a taste of her blood. He knows he can't bite her without turning her. He just needs to insert a small cut on her hand, take what he needs, and seal the cut. Elvis takes Jordee's hand and cuts her palm with his thumbnail. This action wakes Jordee up. Elvis quickly puts her hand to his lips, consuming the nectar from her palm. The taste is better the second time.

"I'm sorry, love," Elvis says, looking at her. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay, but it didn't hurt that much last night," Jordee says, looking up at him.

Elvis pauses, believing she didn't feel it. He was trying to keep action else where.

"I-I didn't think..."

"That I felt you cut my shoulder while we were having sex?" Jordee finishes his sentence.

There's a pause between them.

"Elvis, it's fine," Jordee says, touching his face. "I won't deny you a taste, but I'd love it if you'd ask."

Elvis nods his head gently.

"Yes, Jordee. I'll be more considerate next time," Elvis says, kissing her hand.

"Good," Jordee says, taking his face in her hands, kissing him. "Good morning, E."

"Good morning, Jor. This is the wake-up call you deserved."

"I agree."

Jordee slides out of bed.

"Where you going?" Elvis asks.

"To take a shower."

"Aren't we supposed to be making love?"

Jordee looks at Elvis nude body, waiting for her. She wanted more of him and all of him.

"After I have my human time. Please, let clean up. Wash my body and brush my teeth and hair. I want to look pretty for you."

"Jor, you're gorgeous. You can't fix that."

"Who said anything about fixing? I'm cleaning up?"

Elvis zooms across the room, picking Jordee up in his arms. He kisses her neck, causing her to giggle.

"I'll wash you," Elvis says, walking her to the bathroom.

"Elvis, there's really no need for this," Jordee says.

Elvis sits Jordee on the bathroom sink and kisses her passionately.

"Let me be with you. Don't let me be away from you. Let me take care of you," Elvis begs, brushing her cheek with his thumb.

"Elvis, I'd never ever push you away from me. Well," Jordee pauses. "Unless you break my heart."

"Never ever. I'd rather die."

"Elvis, don't say that."

"Jordee, it's true. To be away from you for a week was hell. A moment is heartbreaking."

Jordee leans her head against Elvis' head, recalling the pain. Even though it wasn't as severe as Elvis' pain from her absence, it was there.

The next second, Elvis places one of Jordee's legs around his torso. He slides her closer to him, entering her. He's slow and steady with her. There's no need to rush their passions. They have the entire day to make love. Jordee swivels her hips as Elvis pushes himself inside her. She moans in pleasure and excitement of loving him.

Elvis turns on the shower while Jordee's still intangible with him. He lets the water get warmer before stepping into the shower. The water hits Jordee body, refreshing her senses. She dips her curls into the water, sighing in awe from the comfort of the water. Elvis rubs her hips and smiles.

Elvis sees the bottle of liquid soap on the hanging rack. He pumps the dispenser a couple of times, lathering his hands together and rubbing the soap on Jordee's body. He begins on her shoulders, easing his way to her back. He makes his way to her breast. He carefully massages the soap all over your skin from her tummy to her back side.

Elvis suds up her butt, bringing her close to him. Jordee puts her arms around his neck, kissing his lips tenderly. The scent of Shea butter and lavender fills Elvis' nostrils. Elvis slips Jordee's leg up around his waist, sliding his hand on her clitorus. He softly massages circles over her as Jordee's moans in his ear. Elvis lives for that heavenly sound. He lines himself up with Jordee's entrance and pushes into her slowly. She held on to him tightly, allowing the warm water to rinse away the soap.

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Jordee and Elvis spend the entire day making love. Elvis shows Jordee how he can take his time loving her without rushing himself. He thrusts into Jordee and holds. Thrusts and holds. Repeating the jester several times in the scissor position.

Jordee doesn't know if she can take in anymore. Elvis smirks, watching her fall apart again and again. He loves making her cry out his name and moan from the pleasure of his cock. She tilts her head back, holding onto his arms. Elvis feels the goosepimples rise on Jordee's skin. He picks up his pace.

"El-vis, I...I-I-I," Jordee says, having a loss for words.

"Use your words, baby," Elvis says.

What words!?! She thinks.

Her brain is scrambled. All her things are mush. Her heart's beating fast. Her body is in overdrive. Sweat pours all over her body. Words? What words can she produce?

"Ssss-toooopp," Jordee studders.

"Not yet, baby. You're almost there," Elvis says, thrusting deeper into her.

Elvis loves the way Jordee tastes after their lustful escapades. Her blood is so sweet and savory after she comes. Elvis can feel all her emotions in this moment. Their bond connects them in a way that can not be expected. Elvis can feel Jordee's happiness and sorrow. He can feel her joy and pain.

At this moment, Elvis can feel ecstasy. Her pleasure is his pleasure. He feels Jordee at the precipice of her orgasm. Elvis lays her down in the missionary position, thrusting even faster to send them both of the edge. He grips her thighs tightly and pounds his hard cock into her wet pussy. Jordee moan in shear pleasure.

As Jordee tumbles over the edge, Elvis feels every ounce of her pleasure and follows her there. He falls on top of her. Jordee wraps her arms around Elvis' neck.

"May I taste you?" Elvis asks, caressing her face.

"Go on."

Jordee exposes her neck to him. Elvis uses his index finger to cut an incision on her neck. He makes it quick, so Jordee doesn't feel it. He licks the blood from her neck, tasting the delicious favor of her blood as it coats his tongue. He doesn't need a lot from Jordee. He just needs a few sips to make himself feel alive.

When he's done, Elvis licks the cut on Jordee's neck and lies down on his back. Jordee takes a good look at Elvis. His skin looks as fresh as a newborn. There's a scent that comes off of him that makes Jordee want to come closer. He's so alluring.

"You are delicious in every way," Elvis says, petting Jordee's skin with his fingers. "I love you. Fuck, I love you so much."

"I love you too," Jordee says, kissing his lips. "I'm hungry."

Elvis looks off into space, realizing that Jordee is human. The knowledge never escaped his mind, but he had to admit that he forgot that small detail.

"Forgive me, love," Elvis says, kissing her head. "I'll make you something. Anything you want."

Elvis gets out of bed, putting his pants on. Jordee gets to enjoy the view for a moment. She lays back in the bed and exhales. How is this her life with this incredible man? He's compassionate, caring, loving, and all hers. But there's the underlying fact that Jordee can't ignore. Elvis is a vampire. He's immortal. He will live forever. It's not the life she wanted for herself. She knows it's going to have to be discussed soon, but for now, she just wants to live in this extraordinary moment with Elvis.

Fifteen minutes later, Elvis takes Jordee out of the room and brings her to the kitchen. He bought her a spread of Chinese food. The table is full of food from orange chicken to shrimp lo mein, vegetable fried rice, spring rolls, and fried wontons.

"Elvis, this is incredible!" Jordee says, sitting at the table. "You got this for me? How did you know my favorite Chinese food?"

"Your menu to Empire was in the top drawer over there," Elvis says, picking up a pair of chopsticks.

Jordee makes herself a plate. Elvis makes one for himself to dinner seem normal. Elvis sees Jordee's smile as she eats. It brightens his heart to know that he helped bring her any type of joy.

"Elvis, thank you for dinner," Jordee says.

"My pleasure, love."

Jordee blushes.

"Elvis, why are you so good to me?"

"You say that like you're unworthy of me when it's vice-versa. You are an angel, and I intend to treat you as one."

"You have. You do."

"Jor? There's something we need to discuss."

Jordee and Elvis look at one another. Jordee knew this was coming. She's desperate for another day.

"Not now, Elvis. Can't we just enjoy the day and discuss it later?"

"Forgive me, Jor. I don't wanna wait. I wanna discuss this."

"Me and you... together as vampires?"

"Yes."

Part Seven

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee feels her boyfriend, Elvis, is concealing something from her. They've been seeing each other for the past week, and things have been heating up quite quickly. She would never move this fast with any man, but something is drawing her to Elvis. Something that scares her.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: SMUT!

Material is not suitable for under 18 years of age. View discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Seven!

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Elvis places small kisses on Jordee's forehead. Her right eye. Her left eye. Both of her cheeks. And finally, her lips. Jordee traces small circles down Elvis' back, indulging each and every touch.

Elvis picks Jordee up off the sofa. Her legs twist around his torso, and her arms wrap around his shoulders. He walks Jordee toward her bedroom, kissing her neck. He stops in her doorway, but he doesn't enter.

"Why did you stop?" Jordee says, looking at him.

"You gonna invite me in?" Elvis asks, kissing her chest.

"Do you truly need an invitation to come in my room?"

"It's just polite."

Jordee brushes some tray hairs from Elvis' forehead. How is he this handsome? Jordee kisses his lips.

"Elvis?" She starts. "Would you like to make love to me in my bed?"

"Yes, Jor. Yes," Elvis says, kissing her and walking them into the room.

He lays Jordee down on the bed, pulling off her scrub bottoms, revealing her her black lace panties. Elvis' eyes fill with lust, and he's ready to rip her panties off with his teeth.

"Wait," Jordee says, stopping him. "Push play on my record player box, please?" She asks, her eyes shining with passion.

"Okay," Elvis says, walking over to the record player.

Elvis gets a glimpse at the record on the turn table and chuckles low. Jordee is brilliant, he thinks to himself. He places the needle down on the record, and the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill album plays track twelve.

"This is perfect, Jordee," Elvis says, pulling his pants down where he stands in front of the record player.

"I thought so," Jordee says, laying on her side. She props her head on her hand.

Jordee admires the view of Elvis' rare. She licks her lips quietly, moaning in silence.

"Jor, I feel you staring at my ass."

"E, you pull your pants down in front of me. What else am I supposed to do?"

Elvis looks over his shoulder at her and turns around, revealing himself to her. Elvis is a sight to behold. His muscles are toned, thighs are thick as tree trunks, and he's very well endowed. He walks over to the bed. Jordee's eyes never leave Elvis' beautifully sculpted body. Jordee sits up on her elbows as Elvis stops in front of her.

She sits up and touches his abs, feeling the coolness of his body. Jordee's hand travels up from Elvis' stomach to his chest. With her other hand, Jordee grabs Elvis' penis and begins to stroke him gently. For a few seconds, Elvis indulges in her touch. Jordee puts her mouth on his head and starts to suck.

"Jor, no. Stop," Elvis says, pulling himself away from her.

"Did I do so wrong?"

"No, never," he says, sliding a strand of hair behind her ear. "I just want to taste you."

Jordee raises an eyebrow at Elvis' comment.

"In what way are you talking, Elvis?"

"You'll see."

Elvis smirks at Jordee and pushes her back on the bed where she's lying on her back. He kneels in front of her, placing one of Jordee's legs over his shoulder.

"I've been dying to rip these thin lace panties off since I saw them," Elvis says, kissing her through her panties.

Jordee throws her head back and moans. Him kissing her through her panties was the ultimate tease, but it was so erotic. She feels the shape of his perfect lips and his tongue lick and nip her. This is a first for her. No one's ever put their mouth on her core before. Not even in her wildest dreams did she imagine this.

"How is this happening to me?" Jordee whispers.

Elvis smiles and then rips her panties off with his teeth. He spreads her legs wider for access to her core. He licks the top of her clit ferociously with his tongue. Jordee moans loudly, placing her other leg over his shoulder. Elvis grabs both of her thighs, forcing her to grind against his mouth.

Jordee's body shivers in sheer delight and pleasure. She tries breathing through her ecstasy. Her heart pounds as sweat begins to spout from her pours. Elvis hums as Jordee rubs herself against his tongue, but she can't catch her breath. He feels her excitement and need for more. Elvis pulls away.

"Breathe, baby," Elvis says, gently lying on top of her.

"More," she begs, catching her breath.

"Okay. Just breathe."

Elvis runs his fingers through her curls. He kisses her, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. He lines himself up to Jordee's entrance as she grips onto Elvis' shoulders. He pushes himself all the way into her scared place. Jordee throws her head back against the bed, finding comfort in the pleasure of being one with him.

He slowly pulls out of her and repeats the gesture again. She moans as every inch of him slips in and out of her. She rocks herself with him.

Elvis loves this expression of love on Jordee's face. She loves every bit of what he gives her. Elvis picks up his pace but does his best not to lose himself. He knows if he gives it his all, he could hurt her in more ways than one. He feels her blood rush through her veins. Warm and sweet. He hears her heart pumping rapid with every thrust.

Just one taste, he thinks. Just one taste.

Elvis kisses Jordee's neck as her thrusts more rapidly into her. She holds him there for dear life. Jordee feels the flames of passion consume her very being. More. More and more.

Elvis takes his thumbnail and cuts a small incision in her shoulder. A little bit of blood trickles down, and Elvis licks it up. Her blood coats his tongue like liquid fire. It's the best blood he's ever tasted in his life. He doesn't need a lot to be satisfied. Her blood gives him more energy, and he doesn't realize he starts to buck wildly.

Jordee starts to lose herself with each and every thrust. Loving Elvis with her heart and body in this way is overwhelming. He makes her feel beautiful in ways she's never felt or seen herself. Elvis is incredible.

There are fire in Jordee's belly. It's as the fire is attached to a tight rope. With every thrust, the fire burnt brighter on that rope, unraveling each cord. The next thrust snaps the rope; she feels herself cum apart at the seams.

"E-Elvis," Jordee whispers, losing her breath. "S-stop."

Elvis looks down at Jordee, seeing that she's completely spent. Elvis pushes himself inside a few more times, allowing her to squeeze his cock from the inside. He surrenders himself to Jordee, cuming inside her cavern.

Elvis collapses on top of Jordee. He isn't tired, but he's very satisfied. He feels Jordee's heartbeat as she attempts to catch her breath. She squirms and writhes under him from shear pleasure. Jordee moans from her orgasm as it touches every inch of her body.

Elvis sits up on top of her, resting his head on his hands. He adores watching Jordee coming apart in front of him. He's dreamed of this happening to him. He can't believe it himself. Jordee looks up at Elvis and runs her fingers through his hair. He leans down and kisses Jordee on her chest. Her neck. And finally, her lip.

"You okay, baby?" He asks her.

"Yes. I'm... at a loss of words," Jordee giggles.

She exactly how to make smile. Elvis rolls both of them over until he's on his back, and Jordee lays on top of him. They sit there quietly for a moment. Jordee rubs small circles on his hairy chest. Elvis leans his head back, indulging in every touch Jordee gives him. She stops for a moment.

"What's the matter, baby?" Elvis asks, stroking her arms with his thumb. "I feel your worry or concern."

"I... I don't know how to ask you."

"Just ask. Whatever it is, I'll answer you truthfully," Elvis says, kissing her forehead.

"Did I..." Jordee pauses. "Did I please you? Was I good?"

Elvis looks her in her eye to see how serious the question is she's asking. She's being so vulnerable.

"Jor, yes. I-I-I I'm so pleased," Elvis says, holding her tightly. "You never ever have to worry about that with me. I love you. I don't deserve you and your goodness."

"You deserve to be happy, Elvis."

Elvis smirks at Jordee for a moment and places his fingers inside her. Jordee throws her head back from the sensitivity and pleasure it brings her.

"I now I made you," Elvis says, smirking at her.

"I never knew it could be that good. They say it's always the best with someone you love."

"This is true because I love you," Elvis says, kissing Jordee once more. "And to think I held back."

Jordee looks at Elvis puzzled.

"What do you mean?" She asks.

"I mean, you're human, and I'm a vampire. I have to go easy with you."

"How easy?" Jordee asks, leaning on his chest.

"On a scale of one to a hundred, I gave you twenty-five percent."

Jordee widens her eye as her mouth drops. She sits up in the bed.

"Twenty-five out of a hundred?!?"

Elvis just shakes his head like it's not a big deal.

"Elvis, what did I have to do to get to one hundred percent?"

The smile disappeared from Elvis' face.

"What?" Jordee asks.

"You..." Elvis says, closing his eyes.

Then it dawns on her. She'd have to be like him to get the full experience.

"Oh," is all Jordee can say.

There's a silence in between them. Elvis sees the wheels in her head turning. Elvis grabs her hand, pulling her out of her daydream.

"You okay, my love?" He asks.

Jordee nods her head, lying back down with Elvis.

"Can we do it again?" She asks.

"You're exhausted."

"Five more minutes, and I'll go to sleep. Please?"

Elvis hushes her, holding her close. He twists their legs together and starts rocking her a little. Before she knows it, Jordee drifts off to sleep.

"We'll do it when you wake up."

Part Fifteen

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee feels her boyfriend, Elvis, is concealing something from her. They've been seeing each other for the past week, and things have been heating up quite quickly. She would never move this fast with any man, but something is drawing her to Elvis. Something that scares her.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Mentions of voodoo and blood.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part fifteen!

I think I have one more chapter in me, y'all.

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Bianca sashays out of the mansion, leaving Elvis is pain. Although Bianca is a vampire, she realizes she's a human being. She knows she's not safe in Jordee's body. She was wise enough to take precautions when she switched bodies with Jordee.

She walks in the darkness of the night as she would if she was in her own body. She makes her way to Bourbon Street just to be seen dancing. She knows that people are watching her, but she's oblivious to who spots her.

Jerry spots Biana dancing in the streets with the crowd. He notices how different she looks. Her hair is different, and her scent is different. She smells like a human disguised as a vampire. Of course, she's here making trouble for Elvis all over again.

As Elvis' closest friend, Jerry saw what Bianca did to him. How she turned him into a man Elvis never wanted to be. Jerry saw how Bianca made Elvis turn on his own friend, Lamar. She made him kill him and claimed it was a declaration of love for her, but Elvis knew it was a part of her control on him. She tortured Elvis, and he left her. Jerry remembered Elvis during his Nomad/ Renegade phase. It all changed when he met Jordee. He never saw his friend happier. Not counting a few months ago when Elvis discovered Jordee is his chosen.

Jerry shakes his head in shame.

"The devil in disguise," he says, quickly walking away to get to Elvis.

Jerry drives his black Cadillac to the mansion, not knowing what to expect. Elvis sounded so weak on the phone. Five days later, Jerry pulls up to Elvis' mansion. He runs inside, finding Elvis slumped over on the couch.

"E, what's going on?" Jerry says, rushing to pick up Elvis.

"S-she took Jor," Elvis studders in pain.

"Who?"

"Bianca."

Jerry rolls his eyes at the sound of her name. Jerry throws Elvis's arm over his shoulder, helping him up to his feet.

"As your best friend, I feel obligated to tell you this," Jerry starts. "I love you, Elvis, but Bianca is the worst decision you've ever made."

Jerry walks Elvis to his Cadillac, sitting Elvis in the passenger seat. Elvis insides ached. He slumps over in pain. Jerry shuts the door, runs to his door, and drives off.

"I saw Bianca dancing in the streets right before I picked you up," Jerry says.

"That was Jordee," Elvis says weakly.

"What are you talking about, E?"

"Bianca possessed Jordee's body. Took her from me."

"Jordee? Your wife? Looks like your ex-girlfriend Bianca?!" Jerry questions. "You failed to mention that the last time I saw you."

"Jer, it's... complicated. But Jor is nothing... like Bianca. She's sweet and kind and thoughtful. More than beautiful. That's why I love her. Just help me, Jer."

Jerry nods, driving back to his loft near the French Quart. He gets Elvis out of the car and takes him upstairs. Jerry sits Elvis on the couch.

"I'll call Alicia to get Mama LaRue," Jerry says, pulling out his cell phone.

"Jor," Elvis whispers. A tear falls from his eye. "Baby, where are you?"

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Not too far away from Jerry's loft. Bianca prances her way to her hideout. The French Quart is below her taste in suites, but she needed a low profile. Elvis knows her taste in the fancy things. This place she's staying is roughing it for her taste.

Bianca walks up the steps, spotting her men guarding the door. They stand when they see her coming.

"Boss?" One of they questions. "Is that you?"

"At ease, boys," Bianca says, approaching them. "It's me. Like my hair?"

Bianca runs her fingers through Jordee's curls. She spins around so they can see her new look. She maniacally giggles.

"You hear anything since I left?" Bianca asked.

"Nothing really, but a few moans."

They open the door for Bianca, and she walks in. She walks into the bedroom, watching as Jordee tries to move off the bed. Bianca made it difficult for Jordee to leave, drugging her own body. Jordee looks around the room, but everything looks so blurry.

"How are we feeling, Jordee?" Bianca asks.

Jordee looks in the direction of the voice.

"Who are you? How did I get here?"

"You're in New Orleans. Voodoo is everywhere."

Bianca picks up a syringe and sticks it in her vein. The sedative is strong, but Biana works quickly. She places her hands on Jordee's head and chants and a spell to switch back into her body. They switch back into their bodies, and Jordee immediately collapses. Bianca shakes off the switch, felling the use of her limbs again. Bianca picks Jordee up off the floor, tying her up in a chair.

Jordee feels so weak. She can barely keep her eyes open. She tries lifting her head, but all she can see is the ceiling. All the while, Bianca sits on the bed studying her every move.

"It's interesting how much you look like me," Bianca says. "You look like the version of me if I were wholesome. It's sick, really."

"B-Bianca?"

"Ding, ding, ding! In the flesh."

Jordee forces herself to look at Bianca. If Elvis didn't tell her Bianca was her doppelganger, she would have sworn she was looking in a mirror. Except Bianca had straight hair, unlike Jordee's curls. Bianca wore blood red lipstick with matching blood red fingernails. She wore an off the shoulder black dress that fit her figure perfectly.

"What is it about you that made Elvis forget me?" Bianca says, standing from her seat on the bed. "I mean, you look like me, yes. But why get a copy when he can have the real thing?"

"Word has it... you're a bitch," Jordee says.

"Oh. You bite, and you don't even have fangs."

Bianca walks up to Jordee and punches her hard enough for blood to come out of her mouth.

"Watch your mouth. I have no problem giving your body back to Elvis broken, bloody, cut, and bruised," Bianca says. "In fact, to make myself feel better, I may have to slap you every hour he leaves me in suspense waiting for my crown. Or I can cut you for each hour."

Jordee spits out the extra blood in her mouth. She stares Bianca down, angry feeling her very being. She could absolutely understand how Elvis could fall out of love with her. She was cold and cruel. There was no love or empathy in her heart.

"Do your worst, you maniacal bitch."

Bianca smiles at Jordee, hitting her again. This time, she busts her lip open.

"I can do this all night," Bianca says, laughing at her work.

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Elvis takes a deep breath, sitting up. Elvis places his hand over his chest. He feels better. Like Jordee is close by, but she's in pain. He can feel it.

"What is she doing to you, baby?" He questions.

Jerry rushes back in the room with Alicia in tow with Mama LaRue. Elvis looks up, watching as they come into the living room.

"He looks fine to me, Jer," Alicia said.

"You didn't see him earlier. He was a sweaty mess," Jerry insisted.

"Jordee is near. That's why I feel better. She's at least fifteen yards away from me."

"I was called to do a job!" Mama LaRue shouts. "Let me work! Yous ain't at you full strength, boi."

"Yes, ma'am," Elvis says.

Mama LaRue passes candles to Alicia and Jerry. They spread the black and white candles all around the living room, lighting them one by one.

"This old gal of yours, Elvis, she workin' with the devil you put cha down, boi. We need a lil hood and lil evil to fight this gal," Mama LaRue says.

Elvis nods at her, allowing her to do her work. Mama LaRue pulls out a little mojo bag full of roots, spices, and bones. She drops the mojo in the center of the room, spreading her arms out. Alicia takes Jerry's hand, making him form a circle with Elvis and Mama LaRue. Alicia takes Elvis's hand, and Jerry holds Mama LaRue's hand.

"It's the perfect time to fight fire wit fire. It's 11:55 pm. Five minutes to do good. Midnight time for evil. The time yo evils work again ya enemies work again again ya. Ya needa work again em. Now, the time to speak good on the gal," Mama LaRue says.

"Good of Bianca?" Elvis asks.

"Yes."

"Hmm. That'll be easy," Jerry says sarcastically.

Alicia hits his arm with her elbow.

"Jerry, be serious," Alicia said. "This is a time for good. We don't have much time before midnight, so remain silent. Let Elvis think."

Elvis thinks of a good time long ago when he believed Bianca was the one.

"She..." Elvis starts. "She's smart. Really smart. She is really good at chess. Very strategic. Her laugh will make you laugh. It's very contagious. Bianca had a way about her. A way to make you believe you are the only thing that matters. She's a natural leader. Bold and brave."

Just Elvis finished his sentence, the town bell rung for midnight.

"Time for evil," Mama LaRue says in a low scary voice.

Mama LaRue lets go of Elvis and Jerry's hands, kneeling down on the floor. She picks up the spices, bones, and roots, shaking the ingredients in her hands. She drops them back to the floor. She stares at the style of how they fell on the floor.

"Some thing wick this way comes," Mama LaRue.

"What do you?" Elvis asks.

"Hand me somethin' of ya to clear up this path ya walkin'."

Elvis looks at his left hand, staring at his wedding ring. He kisses it, thinking of Jordee. He takes it off and hands it to Mama LaRue. Mama LaRue puts his ring with the rest of the ingredients, repeating the act once again.

"Someone's gonna die tonight. I can't see who. There will be a rebirth tonight as well, and a broken promise," Mama LaRue tells them.

"I don't like the sound of that," Jerry says.

"Who said it was going to be pleasant?" Alicia said.

Mama LaRue hands Elvis his wedding band. He places it back on his forefinger.

"Yous gonna make sum decisions, boi," she tells Elvis.

Elvis isn't sure which decisions he needs to make. All he knows is that he needs to find Jordee. Suddenly, a loud booming sound comes from across the courtyard. It draws everyones attention to the rear window.

"It's those damn neighbors again," Alicia comments.

"Neighbors?" Elvis questions.

"Yeah, the new ones who moved in a few days ago," Jerry says.

Elvis walks to the window and listens in.

What do you mean he's not at the house?!?

My lady, the house was empty. No trace of the king was left.

He was too weak to move... someone helped him.

Would you like us to keep searching, my lady?

No. He will turn up eventually. I have something he wants. She'll be delivered to him in a box in two days' time. He has no clue. He never did. Oh, well.

"She's there," Elvis whispers.

Poor little Jordee. Elvis is missing. No matter. This is another cut for another hour.

'Scream'

Elvis hears Jordee screaming and breathing heavily from all the pain. His eyes widen. He knows the decision he has to make. The following words filled his mind: death, rebirth, broken promise.

"Elvis, if she's there. We can't just run over there. I could get her killed," Jerry says, touching his shoulder.

"Blow out the candles," Elvis commands.

Alicia takes her handheld fan, fanning out the candles instead of blowing them out with her breath. Mama LaRue sits in her chair, smoking her old pipe.

"Fella," Alicia asks, getting the boy's attention. "What's the plan?"

"Firstly, we're going to climb over that balcony and get in the room to save Jor. We need a distraction," Elvis says.

"Such as?" Jerry ponders.

"A decoy to play ding, dong, ditch."

Elvis eagerly looks at Alicia. Jerry doesn't like the thought of putting his human girlfriend in harm's way.

"Bad idea, E," Jerry says. "I'm not putting Alicia in this."

"Jerry, she's not going in the house. She's just going to knock. If they answer her, she can ask for a cellphone to make a call to the apartment saying something like she got locked out of her apartment and needs a key. Something. Anything long enough for us to get Jordee out of there."

Jerry looks at Alicia. He walks over to her, placing his hands on her face.

"You don't have to do this, baby," Jerry tells her. "We can figure something else out. I can be the decoy."

"No, Jer," Alicia said, placing her hands on his shoulders. "He needs you in that room with him. They'll hear."

Jerry kisses Alicia passionately on the lips. He kisses her forehead and hugs her tightly.

"I love you, Alicia. You are the bravest human I know. Just promise me you'll run when you hear glass breaking. Don't stick around."

"I will. Plus, Mama LaRue got me a mojo bag," Alicia said, showing her stashed bag to Jerry. "And I love you too, Jer."

"Y'all ready?" Elvis asks.

They nod to him.

"Let's go."