THE SEDUCTION OF ELSIE

Genre: Vampire, Historical

Rating: X

Summary: A vampire finds the reincarnation of his love in the antebellum south.

est. reading time – 40-50 minutes

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Elsie’s calf muscles screamed, and her lungs ached, but she continued to run as fast as she could. She could hear the dogs, distant yes, but getting closer. Elsie tucked her skirts into her waistband, so her stride would be wider. Her fat shoulder-length, jet-black, plaits bounced haphazardly around her youthful, heart-shaped, face. Only her eyes, a hypnotic shade midway between deep-brown and hazel, betrayed her true age and depth of life.

She was running away from the only home she knew…The Keyes’ Plantation.

~~~

Elsie, was one of Mistress Keyes’s most valued house-slaves. As beautiful as she was knowledgeable in the ways of house service, she never failed to complete Mistress Keyes’s lavish parties.

Mistress Anne Keyes inherited the Keyes’s sugar plantation when her father died of typhoid fever.

She took over, hired loyal overseers to be “the men” of the property, while she herself bravely, ran the plantation’s affairs. But she had a not-so-secret addiction. She had an extremely healthy sexual appetite. Her parties, were fronts for her liaisons.

Many men came and went through the years. Her bright green eyes, full freckled bosom, and strawberry blond hair attracted virtually any man she wanted. She confided in Elsie, the slave girl she grew up with, about all her dalliances.

Elsie, had been her father’s gift, the playmate and sister her dead mother could no longer provide. They had been together since they both were eight. Elsie, herself had been bought and separated from her own dear mother.

In an odd twist of fate, that separation from her mother gave them both a shared pain that brought them closer together. Some men, of course, had wanted Elsie, but Anne protected her. As much as she loved the girl, she felt a strange power in being able to captivate her whenever she liked, about her sexual escapades. She also knew the reality was that it was not as fulfilling, as she made out. The illusion was kept up in her mind whenever she boasted to innocent, little, Elsie. She was protecting herself as much, if not more, than her precious, Elsie.

The evening that changed Elsie’s world, came like many. Anne threw another lavish party. This one, she did in hopes that the stranger every eligible Southern Belle had spoken of, would come through. She had heard he was tall, dark, foreign, and rich. It was all she knew of him.

“He had an air of a man looking for something.” The older ladies had said.

Hopefully, that something would be her.

Sure enough, he did come through her door…And he was more handsome and charming than she ever imagined. His face seemed to be chiseled from marble, but his liquid blue-black eyes, softened his sharp features. His lips were as full and welcoming as any woman’s, but he was no less masculine for them. His shoulders were broad and his strength and shape were clear even through his aristocratic clothing…He wore two pieces of jewelry. A minute dangling pearl in his left ear and large blood red ruby on his right fore-finger. His hair was a rich dark chocolate brown, it’s shoulder length waves full and pleasantly messy.

He parted his lips slightly to kiss the back of Anne’s outstretched hand. Anne melted. She had never seen anyone, man or woman more beautiful than the creature that stood before her…Elsie, as usual, stood by her mistress, her two braids cris-crossing the top of her head, making her fresh features all the more child-like. Her lithe figure barely filled her clean-starched, sepia, petticoats, two shades lighter than her own rich brown skin. She stood with her head bowed, her lowered lashes forming two perfect half-halos on her high cheekbones, almost touching a sweet little beauty mark, beneath her right eye. She was ready to fulfill any request. Her hands were folded modestly across her stomach. Even as beautiful as she was, she was expert at making herself invisible next to her mistress.

Tonight though, she felt something…different, an invisible pull at her thoughts, and memories…She frowned and peeked at the stranger as subtlely, as she could manage. From her still lowered eyes, she really saw him. Her instincts told her, he was the source of her odd feelings…

Her breath caught and all at once, strange images, words, and feelings, flooded her consciousness.

~~~

…A woman who looked like her was being pulled along the desert in a muslin covered caravan…Her eyes were kohl-rimmed. Her lips were stained a deep maroon. Every inch of the woman seemed to be covered in gold…In fact her layered necklaces seemed to be only thing covering her small pert bosom, again like her own. And there on her right cheek was the same beauty mark. The rocking of the caravan was lulling in the desert heat. The woman yawned…and fell asleep…

She awoke in the night to a strange silence and stillness…She peeked through the fabric into the night and saw nothing, no one. Her attendants had vanished. She walked a few paces away from her caravan, the gold on her body jingling rhythmically, with each swaying step…She called out in another language, but Elsie could understand…It was the name of her most trusted body-guard, Kartush…

The perspective suddenly shifted…She was watching herself, from a hidden angle, only a few feet away…Kurtush lay at the feet of a white man. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as she observed herself…Felt herself taken aback, attracted, wanting, desiring…

The memory jumped forward to being imprisoned by a strange man with white skin, unruly wavy brown hair, and fur on his chest, features her people did not have…His men had wanted to violate her to humiliate her people, but he’d kept them from doing so…She appealed to his obvious sympathies, to keep herself safe. She felt lost, frightened. She could not understand this man’s tongue. Some nights he’d just come into her tent, where she lay tied and observe her…

The perspective shifted…She was so different from the women of his own people…So thin, she looked like she’d break under the burden of all that gold…And yet…Her defiant eyes, betrayed her strength of heart. There was no falseness in that look, she’d sooner die than let them use her against her people.

Her hair perplexed him the most…It was done in the most intricate style he had ever seen. Like shiny, little, ropes all around her head…He reached out and touched a few…She did not flinch, when he did this. They didn’t feel like ropes. They slipped, easily between his fingers…His eyes wandered all over her, curiously…She was thin, yes, but she did not lack in shape.

Her hips and buttocks were high and round. Her tiny dark areolas peeked through her many necklaces whenever she shifted, marking a deep contrast between them and her noticeably smooth brown skin. He saw that she did not have the soft dusting of peach fuzz on her body, like the women of his people. She was, from what he could see, completely hairless, but for her brows, lashes, and head. His hand slid from her hair to her skin…It was enticingly smooth.

Sarinah, the young Queen of the dark tribe of deep South-East Afrika lay in front of him. She was the key to untold riches. All he had to do was be willing to destroy her…At this moment, he didn’t think he could even bluff it.

Sarinah was not afraid of this pale stranger…He had kindness in his eyes and a clear desire for her, which she could see he tried to keep locked inside. He was different from the men of her tribe. He was well-muscled, but not as tall nor lean, as they were. His eyes frightened her a bit. She had never seen eyes the color of a dark sapphire…She realized she wanted him too and saw a way of creating a little more protection for herself…She leaned into his touch, dipping her cheek into his huge calloused hand.

He removed the gag from her mouth and tasted the cinnamon derived stain on her lips…Both their hearts pounded in their chests…Jarred hoped his men would stay asleep…Sarinah hoped they would too…It would be all to easy for this to give them an excuse for gang-rape. He pulled a small sharp blade from his belt. He reached around her, as if embracing her and cut the bonds on her hands.

He then moved his hands down her body, caressing her hips and legs as he went and cut the bonds from her ankles. This done, he searched her face for something…Approval? Acquiescence? Desire for him?

Ever so gently, he kissed her again…At first, she simply allowed him to do so, exploring her mouth with a restrained hunger. And then she joined him, kissing, fondling, stripping his clothing and her one piece of real clothing, a bit of beaded muslin, secured by a decorative rudimentary belt…

They’re bodies undulated together like snakes…Their gasps and grunts stifled by their fear of being caught. When at last, he felt her warm, tight, wetness spasm around him, he could take no more and pushed as hard and deep as he could, releasing his seed deep into her womb…He grunted and bit hard into the folded fabric beneath her… He lay there for what seemed like only a blink, before snapping to reality.

He could not risk being discovered…They both kissed each other desperately, knowing that what had changed between them could not be undone. Even she, with her intentions to use, found her heart open to this strange, but handsome man….

After dressing and tying her up again, more gently this time, he left the tent. It was a few hours before sunrise. What met him when he went outside were his men, all dead, their throats ripped out by some beast. The sheen of two eyes and the gleam of huge fangs shown in the darkness…The creature’s mouth dripped with blood and gore…It sniffed the air…

“I smell fucking.” It whispered.

It stood up to it’s full height and he saw that it was not a beast but a man…?

Jarred, slipped the tiny silver blade into his palm and waited…

“There is a freshly fucked girl in that tent, who smells quite tasty…” The creature let a malevolent smile crease it’s lips.

The man/creature softened it’s features and turned to go to the tent…Jarred could now see it’s extraordinarily pale skin and long white hair…

“No…Leave her alone!” he said defiantly.

The creature caught him by the throat and lightening quick, disarmed the tiny silver blade from within his hand…

“This will be amusing…” It rasped.

“You do love her, don’t you?…but she is a foreigner to your people, this brown girl. I have lived long enough to see all kinds of humans. You’d be amazed at your own variety.” He sighed wistfully.

“I will make you watch me destroy her…” He said this almost matter-a-factly. This was more chilling than if he’d been threatening about it.

The creature carried Jarred by the throat into the tent where Sarinah lay tied on a folded bit of fabric. She cringed back when she saw the tall pale creature with the bloodied mouth…But he found her eyes and she seemed to relax…All will just melted from her soul…

“NO!…Don’t touch her!!” He struggled but his efforts were useless.

“Yes, your smell is all over her…You two beautiful, delicious, lovers…It will be a treat to taste both of you, at once.” The creature laughed.

He pulled her upright by her layered necklaces and tore them from her neck, catching her back, as she fell, with his right hand…In his left hand, he still held Jarred by the throat…

He took a whole breast into his dripping mouth and sucked audibly. “She is a lovely little thing…I think I may keep her…” At that, he bit her deeply in the neck, her strangled gasp, a mingling of pleasure and pain.

Jarred, thought fast….He gripped a branch leaned against the tent’s center pole and stabbed the thing in the back while it was distracted with Sarinah…It roared, in pain and keeled over…bucking and spilling blood everywhere…Sarinah fell to the ground, twitching.

Jarred grabbed a fallen man’s sword and stood over this vile demon…It looked up at him and smiled…He could see that the creature had bitten his own lips before biting Sarinah…

“You will have to destroy her too…” And it laughed, even as Jarred chopped off his head…

More memories…Being held and rocked…kept out of the sun, traveling…Damp cloths and gentle kisses….Being bathed…The deep gut-wrenching hunger for flesh and blood…Taking Jarred’s tempting blood, even as she begged him to kill her…The tiny silver blade thrust into her heart…Jarred’s tears wetting her face…Darkness…

~~~

Elsie fainted…Anne turned and looked at her, shocked…The stranger made a move towards Elsie and caught her, before she hit the ground.

There was a moment then, when she could see it…The concern in his eyes and some deeper connection, that made her burn with jealousy…He let her down to the floor, gently…And then straightened up to meet Anne’s eyes.

“You may want to see to your girl…” He said as casually as he could manage.

Anne didn’t miss a beat. “Sam! Come here and get Elsie! She done fell down out here!”

A large, old, mute, black man appeared and immediately removed her from their presence, after a couple of reproachful bows.

“Well, that was interestin’. Elsie’s always been reliable…She must be having some feminine issues…” The guests all laughed and Anne led the stranger away.

“I’m sorry sir’, I’ve already forgotten your name…”

“…Jarred Denton.”

“Thas’ an interestin’ accent you have there…Where do you hail from, sir?” Anne asked as she tossed her strawberry locks.

“All over..” He said cryptically. “I’ve done a lot of traveling. I don’t see as anywhere is a real home to me.” He glanced toward where Elsie had disappeared when he said this.

“Well, Keyes’ Plantation can be your home…At least for the night..” Anne said flirtatiously.

She had to have this man…She got wet just watching him. So, what if he had a yen for darkies?..She would show him what real ladies had to offer…He smiled at her, as if he could read her thoughts.

She ate her meal and noted that he hadn’t touched his plate…

“Why Jarred, you ought to eat…All this fine food shouldn’t go to waste.” She gestured at the exquisite banquet before them.

“My apologies, good lady, but I’ve already eaten…I’m not hungry for food, right now…” Anne felt encouraged by this double-entendre’.

One by one, Anne’s party guests bid her adieu and she saw, with increasing hope, that the stranger stuck around…

~~~

In the closed off parlor room, Elsie seemed taken by a fever…She was trapped in her confusing thoughts and dreams…A pale finger tracing stained lips. That familiar embrace when she fell…The relief she felt from the strange white man, who somehow also, felt familiar. She could feel something pulling at her soul, to this strange white man, who looked so very much like the one in her dreams.

Anne got her wish…She had the most ferocious sex, she’d ever had, with this man…He took her in ways that had scarcely been conceived. She was sure of it. And his appetite seemed to be unceasing…

Elsie thrashed about in the parlor, feeling hands, lips, and long warmth within her making her warm and wet. She came then, the amazing waves between her legs, ebbing and flowing with each dream-thrust…They’d build and build and tumble over into some new pleasure, she had never felt before…

After her fifth orgasm…She watched the man come up for air, licking his way up her body…Taking each pink nipple into his mouth..Sucking like a starved infant…

Anne giggled airlessly…”I don’t think… I can take anymore…”

“Then let me put you out of your misery…” He bit her on the neck, draining her body completely of blood and snapped her neck, like a dry twig.

He sat there for a moment and thought about Elsie-Salinah…Who knew what would happen to the slaves, after this? He had to move tonight. He felt glad that he could exercise some control, now that he’d gotten his fill from Anne.

~~~

Elsie sat bolt upright in her bed…She needed air. She opened her cabin door and let the night, breeze through her gauzy nightgown. The chill brought her back to reality. She stepped out into the comforting black, onto her small porch and sat in her chair. She felt someone watching and turned to face him…The stranger.

“You made love to Anne, tonight.” She didn’t know why she said this, and to a white man no less. …But she knew it was true.

She didn’t know why he felt so familiar or why she knew, it was okay to meet his eyes…She’d face no punishment for this.

“Yes, but not love…Just sex and blood. I needed it, for control, so I wouldn’t hurt you.” He stepped forward, so she could see his eyes. They did not lie.

“I’ve been looking for you, for a long time…”

Under the intensity of Jarred’s gaze, Elsie’s cheeks burned and she dropped her own eyes to her lap…

“You don’t know me… I ain’t nobody…I’m just some negra’ slave girl.” She shook her head as if the mere concept of her being anything beyond what she was, were earth-shattering.

People her skin color were none better than chattel, in this time.

He was suddenly very close…His hand tentatively touched hers in her lap and she felt an electric jolt of attraction, familiarity…love?

“You are my most treasured one…I lost you a long time ago. Too long. Now I’ve found you.” His eyes shined earnestly, as he said this.

“I don’t know you!” Elsie yelled and ran back into her cabin, pulling the flimsy door shut, behind her.

She screamed when it broke from it’s hinges…”I am more powerful than you know…I could make you come to me like this…” He focused his half-closed eyes in concentration. He let his head fall back, his moist lips slightly parted.

And suddenly, she felt the warmth pooling in her belly, a tingling wetness flooding between her legs…She felt hot and ashamed and irresistibly drawn to him….She wanted badly for him to do more…Physically.

She felt herself pulling the strings at the nape of her gown, trying to release the heat or let more in? She did not know. Her feet moved forward of their own volition.

“Please…” She whispered…Stop? Or Don’t stop?…

The sensations stopped.

“I could no more make you come to me, than cut off my own hand…I love you. You come to me when you remember, what we were…What we are.” He became like mist and was gone…

Elsie simply sat on her bed, perplexed and dumbfounded…”Had it been real?…Was it possible to have a waking dream?”

That night she had more turbulent dreams…Making love to the white stranger, this time in new places and as she is now…She standing with him in the chill night air. Him peeling off her gown and kneeling before her…She being ashamed of her sex and hiding it with her tiny hands…Him smiling, as he easily parted her hands.

Him lifting her leg, so she was completely exposed to him…Him, doing something so forbidden…Licking, sucking her…Down there…From front to back…

But it “AHHH!! It felt SO good…” He had no shame. he drank her flowing juices. Her breath caught in her throat.

He found her most sensitive spot and began to suck it…This felt unbelievable…The waves were building again, this time more swiftly and intensely…When she looked down and saw he was enjoying this, it made the sensations even more intense…

She could see her own wetness around his mouth. He actually moaned into her sex, as if she were a delicious meal and he’d been starved…That was it.

She came…Hard…

“AHHHHUHHH!!!” Gasping for air, she woke up startled.

~~~

Sam, was beside her bed. The dawn was just beginning to show. Sam’s eyes were wild and panicked. He pulled her by the arms and urged her into the house…Up the stairs…And into Miss Anne’s room.

There was a grisly sight…Miss Anne, nude as the day she was born, blood smeared on her neck, with her head bent at an odd angle…Her face was strangely relaxed.

Elsie now understood, the overseers would be here soon…And she knew any bad thing that happened to a white person, a white woman at that, would be blamed on nearby Negroes…

She had no choice, but to run. She covered Miss Anne in the sheets and briefly placed a hand on her cold body. She had admired the woman’s courage to live as she chose in a man’s world, though Anne never truly saw her as an equal.

She folded some bread into her skirts and took off…She urged Sam to come along, but she could see the resignation in the man’s eyes…He was too old to run. She was certain he had warned the other Negroes, but they would not run, either. So off she went, alone.

Elsie looked younger than her twenty-six years. She could pass for a teen and she was in amazing shape. Working as hard as she did every day, had that one benefit.

She ran and ran…Then she heard gunshots and cursing, echoing through the woods. The white folk had found Anne…And SHE had run away…The other Negroes would pay, but if they caught her, she’d be most guilty, in their eyes. She heard dogs yelping in the distance.

She ran into a creek and waded chest deep into the ice-cold running water. She followed it, as long as she could, hoping it would erase her trail… Her bread washed away with the rushing water. She drank, as she waded, getting out to the banks to eat fiddle-heads, every now and then.

When night came, she collapsed on the bank, with her petticoats damp and tangled, high up around her thighs…

Three white men had been following the bank, as well…They too had been fugitives, bank-robbers, carrying heavy loot…When they saw the skinny black girl, they thought she might be dead. They also thought, if she’s alive, they might have some fun…

“Look at this, boys…” Said a dirty bearded one.

But Elsie jerked awake and tried to run…

A stocky blond one caught her around the waist..”WOE! There gal! She’s a feisty little thing…”

“Let me go!” She screamed and bit the man hard on his wrist, until he dropped her. Blood smeared the corner of her mouth.

“OWW!! Black bitch!!”… She got up and ran as fast, as her feet could carry her.

She ran face first into her stranger…”Jarred”, her inner-voice insisted and she now clung to him, for dear life. The men halted at the sight of another white man.

“This is my girl…”

“…Your property? Well, there’s three of us and only one of…” He didn’t get to finish…

Jarred snapped his neck and broke another’s arm. That done, in a super-fast blur, he simply confronted the last one left standing.

“Turn around, go away, forget…” He commanded.

The man did, as he was told. He walked away as if he simply decided to head in another direction, on a casual hike.

The man still left on the ground, with a broken arm, was the stocky blond one…He went to him and smoothly bit him on the wrist Elsie had nipped, draining his blood, completely. Immediately afterwards, he snapped his neck.

Elsie, shook her head in disbelief, but she could not move…

Jarred walked over to her…”You are my mine…Though I don’t own you, Elsie…”

“…What have you been doing to me? Why don’t I fear you? You killed Anne!” She shoved him as hard as she could, but he didn’t move an inch. Elsie’s paisley top slipped from a shoulder, as she did this, exposing delicate dark flesh…

Jarred licked his lips, and his pupils, already taking up most of his dark blue irises, dilated, even more. “Because you made me…And then you died…I loved you for ages…I had hoped, I knew, I’d find you again…”

“This Sarinah? I’m not her…You must KNOW that I can’t be her.” Elsie shook her head for emphasis.

“You have a half-moon birthmark right…” Jarred took the few steps to close the gap between them and traced a finger down her back and around the curve of her right buttock, just beneath which, he stopped. It was the most erotic thing anyone had ever done to her…

“…There.”

Elsie’s eyes widened in shock. She hadn’t even seen that birthmark much, herself and could only perceive it a little, in the reflection of the water, when she bathed.

“I’ve seen it up close…” He said, as if reading her mind.

Elsie looked at this gorgeous man and could not fathom his wanting her so, having been intimate with her, having loved and still loving her, even in some other life.

If she had, had films in her time, she would have thought he resembled a certain dashing actor from Timeline…

“You’re not a human…You’re a demon, of some kind…Kin of the devil. I can’t be with you or I’ll be damned.” She balled up her fists, as if gripping desperately for reality.

“This isn’t a decision I can give you much longer, love…”

He gripped her arm behind her back and used the momentum to move her body flush against his own…He licked the man’s congealing blood from the corner of her mouth and nuzzled her cheek.

Whispering into her ear, he said “We belong together…I know you’ve seen it. You’ve felt it, too.” Her heart sped up…

After a few moments prone like that, Elsie squeezed her eyes shut and replied as quietly, as a mouse…”Yes, I have…I do remember.”

Even though, a small part of her wanted to, she couldn’t deny this man with him…this close. He pulled at her, so. He felt like the missing piece of a puzzle, she’d only just been made aware of.

She ached to be with him.

Jarred’s breathing got heavy…”I need you…You have no idea how badly.” He nuzzled her neck and gently nipped her earlobe…

Elsie heard a rip and realized he had shredded her paisley shirt. His hands roamed freely on her exposed skin. He kissed her long and deep, making her dizzy…

“This was what Anne was talking about…” She thought, naively.

In truth, Anne had never been lucky enough to experience anything close to this, even just before her death. Her experience was all lust. This was a wanting spurred by lust and love.

He fell on her in the lush grass and savored her heedy, flushed, expression… He untied her skirts and tore off her dainty bloomers. He traced her cheeks with his fingertips, brushing gently at that familiar beauty mark. He gazed into her exotic eyes and watched her chest rise and fall, rapidly.

As he was, these things were even more of wonder, his senses enhanced, as they were. His hands traced her nipples, making tiny circles around each. They trailed down her small round belly, all the way down to her sex, which had a small triangular patch of slick black hair..He could smell nothing but her sweet sex. He was intoxicated by the scent.

She hadn’t been with any man, yet. He was sure of it. This realization brought a smile to his lips…

“Well, she would be his first in this life-time…” He thought.

She lay there, trembling with anticipation.

His thumb found her sensitive nub and worried at it, while his middle finger slipped into her sex…He watched with pleasure as she arched her back, inhaling and frowning at the amazing sensation…

He had given her visions of what they could be, but nothing ever eclipses the reality of real sex with your lover. Another finger joined the first and she gasped.

He watched while he gave her, her first physical orgasm…She made sweet little yelping sounds while she came… He captured her mouth with his own, kissing her as he coaxed out her last climatic shudders…The kiss was a wet, hungry, lingering, drug.

He sat up and looked at her again, this time trying to gently urge her legs apart. As he did so, she instinctively clenched…

“…Trust me.” He implored.

She looked into his eyes and relaxed… He dipped his head between her legs and began to lap at the results of her first climax…

As in her dream, she felt slightly embarrassed. She’d never even heard of this kind of sex, but when he flattened his tongue and rolled it along the entire span of her sex, she forgot everything and gave in to the delicious feeling. She planted her shaking feet on his back and willed him to drink every last drop of her…

He entered her with his generous tongue, thrusting in and out until he found her g-spot…He teased it with the tip of his tongue, while fingering her clit. He challenged himself to increase her orgasm each time…She came again…This time, much harder.

Her yelping morphed into strained grunts…And he smiled into her sopping pussy, while she gripped his hair, her entire body shaking. He was happy to be the cause of this.

He removed his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest, reflected brightly in the moonlight…She had never seen a physique like that on a white man…

Just the black men who worked the fields had chests like this, or so she previously thought…And only black men before, had made her tingle to look at them…But she’d gladly be crushed in the embrace of this marvelously built man.

He took off his pants, revealing a thick hard member, seminal fluid already dripping from the straining tip…He had to slow down so, he forced himself to do so, focusing on her breasts…

Her dime-sized black areolas stood in stark contrast to her rich brown skin. He flicked her jutting nipples with his tongue making them glisten with his saliva.

This wasn’t helping…

He flipped her onto her stomach, in one smooth motion and ran his large hands down her shapely back, the dimples on the lowest part of it and her firm round bum, the slight variance in her skin color, enhanced each curve…He kissed each delicate cheek…

She arched back brushing his dick, with her damp entrance and he could no longer deny the invitation…He pushed past that last barrier…He bit her neck as did so, taking her blood while fucking her hard and deep. Her tight slick walls fitting him like none other…She moaned loudly.

Her pleasure and pain mingling into one inexplicably, heavenly sensation.

He sat upright, re-positioning her so he had better control of her. He wrapped both hands around her tiny waist and held her still, on his lap…He licked at the wound he’d made on her neck while he fucked her…Holding her body still, so he could go as deep, as he liked…He enjoyed grinding all the way into her, with each relaxed, tortuously-lingering, thrust.

It still hurt, but was rapidly melting into silken warmth…Tears of sublime pleasure rolled down her face as he increased his pace…He tweaked a nipple between his fingers, absently. His breathing grew more laboured.

He reached a hand around to her lips, allowing her to suck his fingers while he steered her neck onto his fangs.

When he reached his other hand around and found her swollen clit again, she exploded…Her loud moan, muffled on the fingers that impaled her willing mouth.

It felt like she’d jumped face-first into a pool of pure pleasure. Every inch of her vibrated with her orgasm.

She blacked out for a few seconds…He felt her rhythmic clenching around him and finally came, thrusting as fast, hard, and deep as he could with his fangs and dick…Riding her into oblivion with every spurt of their slick fluids…

They both collapsed in a heap, exhausted…spent.

“The sun will be up, soon…You will come with me?” He gasped…

“Of course…I will…” Sarinah replied, breathlessly.

They wrapped their arms around each other, safe and secure in their completion.

With his last bit of strength, he got up and lifted her nude figure into his arms…

As they kissed, they both became mist and vanished into the waning night.

* * * * *

This takes place during slavery, but I have chosen to opt out of many of the slurs common to the period.

I hope this still rings true and serves the story.

DUEX

As they approached the large home, Elsie inhaled.  So many complex scents mingled together, fresh earth, spanish moss, and a young couple slumbering in the upper room.  She could hear their blood pumping just beneath the skin.  The rhythms of their hearts called to her more than she could remember her living need to relieve herself.

Jarred held Elsie’s hand as she crept in through the open window. They spoke without words.

“They won’t remember you, if you make them forget. Take some from each and you won’t have to kill them.”

Her gaze flitted from Jarred’s blue-black eyes down to the sleeping young couple; two dirty blonds with entwined limbs.

The girl was pregnant. Only just. She couldn’t know. This gave Elsie pause.

“I don’t want to hurt the baby. …Only the boy.”

Jarred’s expression didn’t change, he simply waited for her decision.

As she leaned down, the blonde’s eyes flew open, but quickly relaxed.  She lifted his wrist and knicked him there and suckled, taking almost too much.

It was the most addictive drug one could imagine, a sweet sensual high that nourished as much as it aroused. Jarred had to stop her.

He gripped her shoulders and pulled her back. “Enough. You will kill the boy, love.”

She now understood his caution with her, the necessity of killing her mistress. Coupled with a thing like love, or even enough lust, it would be impossible to stop, without having fed first.

He pulled her into his embrace and licked her trembling lips. They still had traces of the boy’s blood on them.

“I know it is a difficult thing, but you must manage to control it better, for our sake.” He whispered.

Still shaking from that first high, she nodded her head.

He picked her up and they both silently, made a quick exit.

~~~~

Once in the woods, Jarred gently let her down.

“You need more…At least one human per evening. One can survive on less, but only if we conserve our energy.”

“…Take the rest from me.”

He arched his neck and she needed no further encouragement. She leaned up on her tip-toes, brushed his thick waves away from a tempting artery, pierced his neck easily, and began to suck.

This was different.

If the boy was a fresh exotic meal, Jarred was the familiar calm of home.

Her body stopped shaking, though the pooling of desire begun by the taste of blood only increased in intensity.

“I feel like I’m on fire.” She thought.

“Yes, blood and sex often go hand in hand…” He replied, huskily. He reached down and slid his hands up her skirts, worrying at her sensitive spot. She gasped and kissed him while he quickly undid his pants…

He propped her back against a large old oak and entered her. They both gasped and kissed and moved together, her legs wrapped highed around his waist.

Connected as they were, their feelings were on a feedback loop. They felt each other’s pleasures as they built upon one another. Elsie thought she might explode trying to contain it all.

Hard, fast, urgently he moved against her, while all dissappeared but the two of them and that last wonderful-awful crash… Her legs shuddered around his waist, while his breath came out hard snatches against her neck.

She could feel him shaking, too.

It took awhile for them both to recover.

“Uuah…” She exhaled breathily.

He smiled.  “Blood and sex, it is this…but with you. That was…significantly more.”

~~~~

Turned now, she did look different. More doll-like than ever with a ghostly aura.  Her complexion had faded like a pair of over-washed jeans.

Her lips, a healthy pink-brown before, now were dark red, as though permenantly stained. And her irises reflected nothing. The were the same swallowing pools as her lover, though hers were black.

She was more beautiful now, if frightening.  Her hair and nails had thickened and grown.

Jarred explained that immortality regenerated things quickly, including that.  Vampires did not excrete the odors, liquids, solids, and aromas of humans. Everything that was taken in or exchanged, only blood, saliva, and sexual fluids, was now used.

And they had marked each other.

For other vampires, they each now smelled liked they belonged to the other.   Jarred had explained that vampires could reproduce, but it was rare. Since they are long-lived creatures, it happened once in every two or three lifetimes. And only then if the vampires were physically compatible. A female’s body had to accept what her lover offered.

Even vampires who truly loved each other could not guartantee another generation.

They walked on in the woods, while Jarred told all…

~~~~

“…When you were one of them, in your other life, I did not know what you were or what it meant and neither did you. I had to learn by trial.

I loved you before, but… when you bit me, as much as you did, it bound me to you, like no other. I was your captive. I still am.

You know what it feels like to be bitten as a human.  It feels…”

He swallowed.

“…like a kiss from heaven. It still does, but with humans if you are not are careful, you easily enslave them. They are weaker than we are, so they feel things more intensely.”

His gaze fell to the ground.

“This I know. In four hundred years, you’ve not once left my thoughts.”

He looked into her eyes and caressed her cheek, frowning at the memories.

“I was obsessed.  The tie is so strong, I sensed your soul would be reborn.  I knew, I would know when and where. So, I learned about my kind and waited for you.”

Elsie could not fathom this kind of devotion.

“We are not many, but there are more than you would imagine, Sarinah.”

“I think, I prefer Elsie. Though, I have her memories, she feels long gone from me.” Elsie enfolded her arms and shivered, though she was not cold.  Old habits.

“As you wish.” He wrapped his cloak around her and continued to walk.

“I like Elsie.”

She wondered how many lovers he had had over the ages, but did not want to ask…

“…One hundred and twenty four.”

“Our thoughts are rarely private, but you will learn to keep the few you need to yourself. I know it’s important to have something of your own.”

He noted her expression and laughed.

“Believe me, that’s pretty conservative for four hundred years, especially considering what I said to you about sex and blood. There is a vampire I know who has two or more girls every evening.”

She smiled and dipped her head. “This whole life will be strange, but as long as you’re with me.”

He completed her sentence…

“We will be fine.”

~~~~

They traveled by night, like the slaves running north.  Jarred told her about a small isolated community of vampires and their human charges, to the east of a small village just outside of Canada.

It was called Wisturn.

They were extremely careful in their travels.

Elle learned quickly, but she did make one mistake.

~~~~

They’d just reached Rhode Island and had to spend some time within a fairly busy town.  The sights and smells and were overwhelming.

They had to split up at these times, but they stayed within a reasonable shouting distance.  Two vampires together were definite attention-getters, whether they wanted to be or not.

Elsie had traded in her servant’s dress for a brand new navy-blue calico dress. It was nothing fancy, but it wasn’t meant to be.  Her thick hair was plaited beneath her bonnet, which also served to shield her peculiar looks. She blended in, like a Freewoman.

While in this town, she caught a whiff of someone, a human, she thought smelled particularly good… Jarred sensed she was hunting and stalked a victim of his own.

~~~~

A handsome blond man with twinkling green eyes sat back in his chair peaking at his cards. He sucked his teeth and called it. He lay down his hand and cursed. He had lost.

“You know not, much of this game, boy.” A man at the table laughed.

Caleb picked up his cup and drained it. His life was a complicated one. He was young, just shy of twenty-three years of age. And he was escaping his responsibilities, for a time, at least.

He needed air. He got up from the table and exited the pub.

He lit a handrolled cigarette.

~~~~

She found him leaned against the side of a cobbled Inn, a tall, young, ruggedly-dressed blond.  He smoked calmly.

She approached.

“Pardon, sir, but do you know of boarding for negroes? I’m looking for shelter.”

He flicked his cigarette and was about the say no, but he found her eyes…He was drowning.

He slowly shook his head.

“He is a pretty one.” She thought.

“…But up to some mischief, on this night.” She could read that.

She’d happily distract him. His bright green eyes sparkled like gems. His curly blond hair looked sunny even in the dark.

She smiled and got closer.  He smelled very good, better than anyone she’d encountered before. She had to be careful.

She’d gotten within whispering distance and said quietly.

“You want to come with me.”

He nodded again.

She grabbed his hand and lead him deeper into the alleyway.

It was quiet and completely hidden.  Up until this point she had bitten fourteen victims, one for each day she had been on the road and only bitten. This one she felt compelled to kiss…Playing with her food, she thought.

She gently tasted his bottom lip, while he jumped at her touch.  “You’re so cold….”

She went then in for a deeper kiss.

He sighed…

He was delicious…

She angled his face down and trailed kisses across his cheek and onto his neck where she bit him, deeply.

He gasped and arched against her. She felt his hardness straining for her flesh…She drank contentedly while his breathing increased…

He groaned and held her against him until he weakened too much to bear his own weight. The pretty, blond man, collapsed against the wall.

She had taken too much.  Jarred came to her when felt her alarm.

“I – I killed him. He tasted so good, I couldn’t stop.”

“He is not dead.” He frowned.

“…But he will follow you unless you make him forget.”

“One hundred and twenty four” She said.  “ How many of them followed you?”

“Only two. Certain humans, smell and taste better than others, but they are rare.”

“…Like blood laced with a highly addictive drug, other than the blood itself.” He said, frowning. She could read a bit of jealousy coming from him. She could understand it.  She would like to have drained him dry…both ways.

She still did. It chilled her.

“Perhaps, I should kill him.” She said, though she really didn’t think she could.

He did relax at the idea that she would, at least try for him.

“…No. But while he is, as he is, you must speak into his subconscious. Tell him you were a dream.”

She closed her eyes, found him, and told him, but he fiercely resisted.

“I’m not real.”

“I know you are…I felt you.”

“A waking dream.”

“…Intense, sweet...”

“Be a faded memory.” She commanded.

His name slipped through.

“I’m Caleb Hampton.”

“-Elsie.” So did hers.

She gave him one more thought. “Whatever mischief you were up to, put it aside.”

This he resisted, even more…She wasn’t sure he would listen to it.

But her head hurt. She stopped.

After that night’s hunt, Jarred’s lovemaking had been particularly possessive. If she could have been sore, she surely would have been.

She slept through the day, within his tight embrace, in the cellar of an empty house.

They moved on, but thoughts of that “…Pretty tasty young man, Caleb” lingered.

~~~~~

Caleb awoke, as shafts of morning light sliced through the sky.

He instinctively touched the spot where she had bitten him, but there were no marks.

He must’ve drank too much, his head swam…And his dreams, they betrayed him. He felt very guilty about them.

He dreamt of a pretty negro vampire girl’s kiss, the sweetest he’d ever known…

A tall broad-shouldered blond man knelt down, blocking the sun’s rays. He yanked Caleb to his feet and gave him a brisk hug.

“Caleb! Dammit, boy we’ve been looking for you all night. Sam and Elliot thought they’d gotten you.”

“-Who?”

“…The two bloodsuckers who came stalking through town, last night. Celeste said one was quite old and one was young, probably just turned, a marked couple. A young negro girl and an old European. You were supposed to be keeping an eye out.”

“Dad, I..You are right. I should not have drank so much.”

“Aww, stupid boy!  Our family can resist their glamour, but you should not tempt fate by getting drunk!”

“Can we still track them?” Caleb said frowning.

“Yes. If they reach Vampville, however, they’ll be lost to us.” His father said, as he assessed his weapons.

Caleb looked momentarily panicked, though his father had not seen. If she had been chilled by her thoughts, his mind was being rendered by his.

~~~~

The following night, Jarred picked up the pace.

“Why are we moving, so quickly?”

“Because, we are close to the border…There will be hunters.”

“Yes, but you said, they were hardly a danger. What has changed?”

“Slayers.” He said “A family of them. They are rare. Strong enough to fight and resist us. A strong impath honed in on us, but I didn’t feel it until I’d slept. Damn!”

“Can we feed??” She asked, licking her lips.

They both heard the distant clopping and rolling sounds of a carriage.

“Perhaps we can kill two birds….”

They hid and mounted it, as it past by. A moneyed father and daughter pair rode along inside.

Jarred subdued the driver while Elsie entranced the two inside.

She was feeding from the girl while her father waited patiently for his turn, by the time he stopped the carriage.

Jarred was impressed.

They shared all three, drinking, but not killing them.

Soon after, they both smelled other humans…. and her human.

“We must get this carriage rolling.” He said without words.

“-Wait.”

Again, he frowned. “Elsie, you must.”

“Please.”

“He remembers. I must… fix this.”

“The best way to do that is to go, now…” He reached out his hand hesitantly, sensing the inevitable.

He made a move to grab her, intending to forciably take her, but she backed away.

“Jarred, I’m sorry…”

Swift as a cat, she took off into the woods.

“shit!”

Jarred kept pace behind her, watching her back. He knew what she really wanted, needed really.

~~~

In four hundred years, he had only had two humans like the one she was tracking. Both, he could not turn, though he wanted to.  Protectors. Guarding them in the daylight and providing blood and sex, in the night.

Their lives were extended by this special adaptation, but they were not immortal. This he knew first-hand. It had been the second most painful loss in his memory. These Protectors were for lone vampires.

He did not understand why there would be one for Elsie, markers were supposed to dampen senses on both sides.

She knelt behind a tree and watched the group.

Four men and a woman, one was her Caleb.

He could feel that she was close. This frightened  him. She was a young, no match for his family. They would easily dispatch her.

He slipped to the back of the group.

~~~~

She knew… She could see the weapons and feel his panic.

Jarred finally got close enough to grab her.  He reached around held her her tight.

“You must abandon him.” He thought.

“No…You know I can’t!” She said, squirming.

“Let her go, Old One.”

It was Caleb. He held a long sliver sword, beneath his chin.

“A Hunter…” He chuffed.

Lightening fast he turned and gripped the blade, cutting his hand in the process. He flipped it from his hand.

“You are strong but still young…” He grabbed his throat and was about to crush his windpipe.

“No!” She said throwing her arms around Jarred, trying to pry his hands from his throat.

“Please…”

“I should kill you.” He growled. “But she would never forgive me.”

Caleb dropped to the ground, gasping and coughing.

The air around them was being sliced in many places… Two arrows were snatched from it by Jarred, the third caught Elsie in the shoulder…

“Unhh!” She fell to the ground, the sound of sizzling flesh coming from her wound….

Caleb scrambled to his feet and blocked their shots…”Stop!”

“Get out of the way, Caleb!!” His father yelled.

Jarred took the opportunity to pick her up and flee.

~~~~

His father and brothers all looked at Caleb as if he were an alien with three heads.

Celeste, the telepath, spoke first.

“I should have seen it.”  She walked forward, a far away look in her sorrowful eyes. She was only in her forties but her hair was completely white. Her grey eyes, were almost as pale as her hair.

“…It’s not your fault.” Gregory, the boys’ father said.

“Which one?” Elliot, the youngest and only brunette asked.

“The girl.” Sam answered, as he recovered the broken arrows.  He was the eldest and most thoughtful of the three boys.

“Father, they aren’t killers…The Old One won’t, as long as he’s with her.” Caleb said. He was the reckless middle son.

Gregory stabbed the ground in anger.  “He will have to, now!!…For her.”

And they all knew he was right. She was young and she had been hit by their weapon, a silver-tipped arrow. She needed more blood to heal.

~~~~~

Jarred completely drained all three of their carriage people, father, daughter, and driver, killing them.

He dumped the bodies on the side of the road and returned to her.

“Come on, Elsie…Drink.”

She did…weakening him substantially…

He had to find a place to rest, where they would not be found.

He rode hard into the night, while Elsie rested in the carriage.

Finally, he spied a small cave.  He needn’t have worried about being followed.

~~~~

“She needs me…Let me go.” Caleb struggled. “Please, just let me go to her.”

The family had tied him up and took turns keeping watch.

They were anxious about the certainty of him going after Elsie.

“Is there anything that can be done?”

Celeste shook her head.  “I didn’t even think this was possible. He should be resistant. He’s a Hunter for godsake!”

Gregory, gently touched her shoulder, walking her away from his sons hearing range…

“What if we kill her?”

“It would destroy him. He’ll go insane without his mistress.”

He glanced back at his son. He looked so lost.

“He is not with her, now.” He whispered, harshly.  “ He already is insane.”

~~~~

“Elsie, wake up.”

She awoke in the night, looking a bit wild.  Her hair had come undone during her struggles forming a large uneven fro around her head… The wound where the arrow entered her was now a molted looking bruise, but she still needed blood to heal, at least one other human.

Her teeth were long and sharp.  Her whole body ached with a need for blood.

Between her wild hair, teeth, and hunger, she looked like an ethereal huntress, a fierce one.

“…Blood.”

“I know, love…” He too, had her bound. The family would be hellbent on killing them both, now, though he knew it would do their son no good. She would get herself killed, like she almost had done, last night, in pursuit of her Protector.

He knelt beside her and whispered into her ear “I will get it for you.”

He left her tied in the cave.

~~~~

Jarred only found the few humans who had been marked by other vampires and the hunters, themselves. They were close to Wisturn, but too far to travel safely in her condition.

“Jarred, bring Caleb to me.”

Her voice in his head…

Even after all this time, she still ruled him. He would bring him. There was no one else.

…but not in the way she’d like.

~~~~

He watched the camp from trees, knowing full well, they’d be prepared for him. He could possibly take one or two of them, but all three at once and he would probably be killed.

The oldest one was wise, placing him in the tent with his other sons. Moving him would surely wake them.

“…No, not tonight.”

Her voice again.

“What have you done?”

“Not me, him. He kicked over some kind of airborne toxin…None will wake.”

“Yes, I smell it now.”

He slipped into camp and picked up the boy. He carried him a safe distance away, with no trouble. It had been too easy.

This done, he felt Elsie’s growing excitement.

“I will bring him, but not in the way you wish. You have a mate. I am your protector.”

“Yes, I know…but you can’t.”

“I will bring his blood.”

He bit him, intending to suck him dry.

“Then I will leave, you.”

Again, he stopped just short of killing him.

~~~~

“Here, drink.” Jarred said as he offered his wrist.

“Untie me first.”

“It’s still night, you will flee and you will find him. I cannot allow that.”

She bit him and tasted the boy’s blood again, mingled as it was with her lover’s.  She felt that charge again…

His hand absently caressed her face, touching the beauty-mark on her cheek.

“You love him.”

“I don’t know him. I can’t.  It’s something else…but it is a need. I can’t explain it.”

“-Yes, a mutual obsession. That’s bad enough. There is no clean way out of this, my love.”

They slept a few inches apart. Both too wrapped up in their thoughts to be close to each other.

~~~~

His brothers carried Caleb’s limp body back to camp.

He was clearly bitten, this time…

“God dammit, he kicked over the gas.”

“It was not the girl this time. It was him.” Celeste said.

“If it had been her, he would not be back at camp.” Elliot said impatiently.

“-You did not let me finish…He could have killed him. Surely, he would have wanted to.”

“They have deep ties, these two. Lifetimes.” She said thoughtfully.

“Could be, we might use it?” Gregory said.

“Let me try to tap into him, to get to her…The Old One knows that I am an impath, he is blocking their location from me. But the young girl may be vulnerable while she slumbers.”  She said, as she set up her cermemonial materials.

She rubbed some sweet-smelling oil on his neck, where he had been bitten and lit a smudge…

She sat opposite him and exhaled.

She appeared to be meditating, but she was simply observing his subconscious, hoping to glimpse a clue of the vamps’ location…but it was just too vague.  Just confusion. She was marked and had a Protector. Confused was the least of it.

She felt some sympathy for her, escaped one difficult life into the unexpected complications of another…Loved too much, it seems.

After an hour prone, she inhaled…

“Let them get to Wisturn. She does not wish to enslave him. She is resisting it.” Celeste said, breathing deeply.

“Caleb is a Hunter, I will do my best, to help him do the same.”

~~~~

The following night, Jarred took a huge chance.

He trusted his mate.

“You spared him. I promise you, I will not leave.”

He untied her bonds and looked into her face.

“Let’s go.”

~~~~

They reached Wisturn, shortly before dawn. Both were thoroughly exhausted.

They few unmarked humans wandering around, eyed them hungrily… Jarred drew a pair into the darkened safety of their vampire Inn. They weren’t particularly attractive, but they looked strong and healthy. A tall plain-faced woman, with shaggy brown hair and her sister, her near twin.

They fed on them, until they fell asleep.

~~~~

Celeste twirled the crystal before Caleb’s eyes and delved into his memory…

“She… asked for an Inn for negroes…so beautiful. She seemed to glow. Her eyes, black as the sky. Her lips full and red. And she’s so small.”

“This is a false memory. She is death. She came to prey upon you.” Celeste insisted.

“Yes…whatever she wanted. It felt so good.”

Celeste attempted to reprogram him. “This is not pleasure, but pain, upon pain…the cut of a rusty blade dipped in alcohol.”

“Do you feel this?”

He shook his head, frowning…

“Whatever she wants…”

“NO!” She yelled. “You must resist. She is not a living human. She is a creature, a vampire, what you and your family kill.”

His hands unconsciously balled up into fists.

Celeste abruptly switched tactics…The one she was using, clearly wasn’t working.

“You have done your duty by her and now, she is away from your reach. You must return to your family’s duties.”

Gregory leaned forward, his fist to his mouth, in prayer.

“We…won’t go after her?” This he said in a pained way, torn between being relieved that she was safe and sad that she was gone.

“No…She is trying to forget. Help her.”

“I won’t.” He whispered…

“You must!” Celeste said fiercely. “…For her. You know it is what she wants.”

There was a long silence.

“Yes.”

~~~~

Jarred and Elsie awoke to quiet…Their new charges slumbered on.

“Come, love, let’s meet the locals.”

The town was swarming with activity… Singles, groups, couples, some with humans, others without, all curiously watching them.

“They are all so beautiful.” Elsie said amazed…

“That’s just the glamour…Something they gain when they are turned. You were a beauty before. You are extraordinary, now.”

A curvy raven-haired woman, reached out her hand… “Simone.” She said, her hazel eyes flashing gold.

“You must forgive the others… New blood, and such an attractive couple.” They unconsciously leaned into one another.

She smiled. “There will be interest, if you wish to take on others, vampire and human.”

“I was once like you, girl…” She said meaningfully… Elsie caught on, quick.

Simone had been a slave. She was part-negro. “There are not many of us here, it is good to see another.” She leaned in and pecked her on both cheeks, in greeting.

“I am Elsie.”

~~~~~

Simone lead them into a tavern.  Low burning candles were everywhere…

“Marcus, the usual, for me and the newcomers.”

Three tall goblets filled with a black-crimson fluid were handed off. The three of them settled into a corner table.

Elsie sipped…Warm blood, spiced. Still not the same as a fresh human, but it would do.

Simone spoke in hushed tones, interweaving words and thoughts throughout their conversation.

That is Barron Godrick. His family rules Wisturn. A very tall, very lean, figure with neatly trimmed side-burns and aristocratic wear sat at the bar. The energy coming off of him was immense.

Despite the sideburns, he look very androgenous, elfin, almost.

Simone was very helpful, giving hints about most of the villagers. Jarred and Elsie both sensed that she would be their company for the night, longer if they wished…

Later that evening, after having staked their claim on a room at the Inn, they obliged her.

~~~

Caleb, did his duty, but he often made mistakes. His mind was never completely on the task.

They found a vampire who vaguely reminded him of Jarred, on one of their hunts…He had killed him with a savagery, that even frightened Gregory.

He staked the creature and cleanly sliced off it’s head. He then proceeded to stab the headless body over and over…

“It is done, son…This one, won’t be coming back from this.”

“I know.” He said…his voice cracking.

“This can’t go on…What Celeste did…” He said shaking his head. “It’s not permanent.”

Gregory, looked even more pained, than he did. “I know, son.”

His shoulders dropped., as if weights were pressed on them. “Go tonight, but don’t tell the others. I don’t expect you back, but I do hope.”

Gregory pulled the boy into a firm hug.

~~~~

Elsie noticed that Jarred seemed particularly fond of her…caressing her gently, while he fed.

Double-standards had followed her into this life, as well. She thought.

Later, after Simone had gone, Elsie spoke to her mate.

Jarred was undoing her bodice…wanting to make love to her again.

“It was Simone, who fired you up, lover.”

Jarred paused. “As I said, there are certain others…”

“…Of our kind, as well?” She interrupted, sharply.

“If they are unmarked, yes, but this thing you see??  It is nothing.  She is a sweet creature, but she is not you.”

She allowed him to continue to undress her, position her on top of himself, while she impaled herself over and over until they both strained and flexed together, crying out.

As they slumbered together, there was the tiniest of nudges…Caleb. She hoped Jarred had not felt it as well, but the boy was here, in town…The vampires weren’t bothering him. Had she marked him?

He was looking for her.

Slowly, she disengaged her lover’s hands and stood up…She braided her hair and put on a shift and robe.

Guilt-ridden, her feet carried her towards his location.

Barefoot, she tipped down the steps and stopped at the bottom of the landing.

She scanned the room, until she spotted him…

He practically ran to her, pausing, before touching her, the many emotions, flickering across his face like the candle-light.  He hated her, but he wanted her, needed her, loved her.

She reached up and touched the spot where she had bitten him, remembering the taste…

He took her hand.

“Finish me.”

She knew what he meant.  He could not live like this…

She nodded her head and pushed him into a curtained room, there were others feeding.

She pushed him down on pile of pillows and opened his collar. He swallowed and closed his eyes.

“Please, hurry.”

She lifted his chin and licked his neck, causing him to shiver.

Her mind was wracked….Her lover slumbered on, upstairs. She had promised she would not leave, but she had left his side, after they had made love…

She was full. She’d had a meal and sex recently, so her control was…at least there.

She used every bit of it to deny him.

“Find another…They will mark you, erase what you feel for me.”

She got up but he grabbed her arm, a pained expression on his face.

“Let me go.”

His arm dropped.

“Stay here. Someone will find you.”

She ran from the room and up the steps. Her hands shaking, she closed and locked the door behind her.

Jarred was standing up. She collided into his solid frame.

“My girl.” He smiled.

“I love you, Jarred.”

He picked her up and set her down on their already worn bed.

They made love, again.

~~~~

Simone watched Caleb tremble, like a junkie. The others were afraid to touch him…Despite what she said, he was strongly marked.

He wanted Elsie as much as, she wanted Jarred.

Perhaps, they could come to an arrangement.

END PART II

~ by Raven White on April 25, 2008.