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Death Row-'nuther fan fic Lestat slipped easily into the maximum security prison. His footfalls unheard by mortal ears, he slinked through the shadows until he found the corridor that led to the death row inmates. The mortal stench of desperation filled his nose, and the fiend inhaled deeply of the rich scent of the blood of the evildoer. Lestat glided to the cell on the farthest end of the dank row. He curled a white hand around the silver doorknob and without hesitation snapped the lock open The prisoner looked up slugishly, and Lestat was rewarded with a glimmer of fear in the murderer’s eyes. There was no chair, nor any other furniture other than a small cot on which the mortal sat, so Lestat eased himself beside the mortal. “So your stay of execution has run out, Allen. It seems that you are at the end of this road you have so carelessly traveled. “ Lestat’s voice was low and smooth. No other person could have possibly heard it. Allen Lee Davis was a murderer. He had callously wiped out a mother and her two small daughters for the pleasure of watching them die. He had been convicted and sentenced to death in Florida’s newly renovated electric chair. All of Allen's options had run out. He would die at 7 am. Allen Davis looked into the eyes that glimmered brightly in the semi dark. Are you the devil come to claim my soul?” Even as he spoke these words , he knew that they were false. He did not believe in heaven or hell. But he did know that evil was before him. Blond and beautiful enough to make one weep, this was true evil. Davis felt a small tear slide down his cheek as Lestat placed a cool finger under the murderer’s chin to turn his face to the vampires. Lestat locked his eyes to Davis's and held them in a hypnotic gaze. He projected terrifying images of hell to the condemned man. Images that Lestat knew well. ”Yes, there is a hell. and you will be there for a long, long time.” Lestat smoothed back the lank hair from the man’s neck and caressed the blue vein lovingly. A few small taps raised the vein to the surface and Lestat’s hands became vises around Davis’s to keep him still. The sharp fangs made easy entry into the killer’s skin and Lestat drank deeply. He did not offer this victim loving images or frank sensuality to ease his passing. Instead, he filled Davis’s mind with all the horrors he could conjure up from all the horrors he had seen. and Lestat had seen and been the cause of innumerable horrors. Lestat broke the death kiss and layed his meal onto the cot, almost lovingly. He was just getting started. Allen Lee Davis’s eyes were large and dilated. His mind was screaming from the torture. This would be a long, long night, and the fun was just beginning. Davis would welcome hell after this visit was over. |
| Home Again-I think this was my last fan fic. I decided it was time to make my own characters :) I walked with confidence through the doors of the bordello,smiling greetings to the men and women gathered there. Several of my boys were lounging on the sumptous pillows scattered around the room. They were everyone's pet. Soft footfalls announced her arrival, but I had picked up her scent long before I heard her. Her grey, almond shaped eyes glowed with pleasure at my arrival. I held out my cheek for her to kiss. "Bianca, you are ravishing as always." She did not shy away from my complement as some women would. Not this one. She held an air of confidence around her like a cloak. The lovely madam nodded to one of her girls. A signal had been sent. We were not to be disturbed. She took my hand and led me to the private quarters that she kept for my all too infrequent visits. My eyes lingered on the beautiful Bottecelli painting that graced the hall. I had spent many hours lingering over this paintings. But not tonight. I had other things on my mind tonight. My room was decorated in red, of course. Gold accents caught the light reflected by the few candles that Bianca lit. Nothing in the room was as beautiful as she. The lush background was a perfect setting for her. Her golden hair caught the light and held it close to her head, a shimmering veil begging for my touch. I could not resist reaching out and capturing a curling tendril. I felt it silky length and inaled deeply the fragrence. I cannot begin to explain how important the sense of smell is to my kind. Almost as impotant as heat. And the heat coming from this mortal woman was fire. Fire that I needed to touch, to possess, if only for a short time. "Marius, you look as if you carry the weight of the world on your sholders tonight. Come and sit by me. Tell me what troubles you." I sank into the comfort of the bed. Bianca stood over me, toucking my hair with a gentle touch. I leaned my head into her shirts and smelled the female scent of her. So rich and strong. A woman made for love. How could I tell her what layed so heavy on my consious? She did not even know my true nature. I had recently returned from "Those Who Must Be Kept" and the visits left me empty. I was missing something in my life. I had my boys who adored me, but I wanted another type of love. A complete love. Someone with a chance of escorting me through eternity. I had not yet found that person. Bianca was dear to me, but not one to be made immortal. Bianca's brow furrowed as she looked at me. I pulled her down next to me and gave her a gentle hug. "Nothing for you to worry about tonight, my dear. Tonight I want to enjoy you and forget about the outside world. " I placed a soft kiss on her pink petal of an ear. A tiny and delicate thing. I trailed kisses down her lilly white neck. Her brething grew ragged and her thoughts erotic. I took her small chin in my hand and tipped her mouth for a kiss, careful not to let her touch my fangs. I did not wish to frighten her. He mouth opened for me and I explored the sweetness there. Her pulse was racing and I slipped my hand to her bodice and outlined her womanly curves. Too impatient for the tiny buttons I ripped the delicate fabric aside and caught a perfectly shaped breast in my hand. Soft moans escaped from Bianca and her color was splendid! I bent my lips to the rose colored nipple and began to tease it with my tongue. It hardened to a point and I circled it with my tongue. The rest of her garments were soon disposed with and I took my time gazing at the perfection before me. Long shaply legs and a golden triangle of the softest down. My hands roamed freely over her body and she began to undress me as well. I was glad for the time I had taken to feed well. This woman knew how to pleasure a man and no place on my body would be left untouched. Her hands barely made an impression on my hard chest. The hands were feather light and scorching hot. I reveled in the feel of them roaming over me. Her hand played with my nipples as well, and her lips also. So sad that many women, or men for that matter, do not realize how sensitive a man's nipples can be. Exquisite pleasure! I rolled her over to her stomach and traced her shapely buttocks with my tongue. I delved into the deep cleft there and tasted her secret pleasures. Bianca groaned as my ministations grew more insistent. I pulled her up on her knees and pressed her into my chest. I was throbbing for her. She rubbed herself invitingly against me, and this time it was my turn to groan. I found her tight entrance and wasted no time in filling her. She was warm, and very ready. Her womanly juices glistened as I rocked into the age old rhythm of love. I pulled out of her wetness to place her on her back. I wanted to see her face. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me tightly to her. I gained entrance once again and felt her moving towards the peak of love. I waited untill I saw that she was at the point of no return, and then I buried my face into her neck and took the little drink. Bianca was so far gone into her orgasm that she didn't even feel the prick of my fangs. It was wonderful to feel the heat and the passion of another being, but this was the sweet release for me. I felt the joy of her thoughts and emotions in the blood that I took from her. She was coming back down from the pinnacle of pleasure and I quickly lapped up the last trace of blood. The puncture marks were already dissapearing. She was looking at me with the soft afterglow of a woman that has been pleasured. She knew better that to ask if I was going to stay the night. It had never happened before and would not happen now. I gave her a lingering kiss and told her how much she meant to me. It was all true. She was a special woman and I valued my time with her. But it was time to go. I took my time in leaving and made sure all was well with her. She need not fear anyone as long as she was under my protection. I left the warm little room and nodded to my boys on the way out. They giggled slightly at the idea of their master being alone with Bianca, but they loved me too much to be jealous. I closed the door of Bianca's house and made may way into the into the night. Alone, once again. |
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The Meeting This one is an original. Yay! It sucks, but it was a breakthrough into creating my own vampire world I sat in the crowded waiting area with about a hundred other people. All of us wore the same anxious expression pasted onto our faces. I paced nervously and watched the sky through the huge plate glass window for the first glimpse of the silver dot that would signal the arrival of the airplane. I had been waiting for this day for almost four years. I had met Stuart over the internet. A common bond of interest in the same kinds of books and a love for making friends online had put us in a close working relationship. We had gotten to know everything about one another. The impersonal computer screen had become a sort of life line for us. The on line chatting turned into phone calls and letters. Although it had been building for quite some time, it was still a shock when I realized that I had fallen deeply in love. It didn’t make any sense and it made perfect sense. It was a pure love, based on personality and a slowly evolved friendship. None of the quick to burn out fireworks that was so often mistaken for love. and yes, there were fireworks. We had written and discussed in length what we wanted to do to each other when we met. We had seen each others photographs. We couldn’t wait to get our hands on each other. Four years was a lot of foreplay, and I felt a sense of unreality that it was going to finally happen. What if he was disappointed? What if it was all a game and he wasn’t on the airplane at all? I had horrifying vision of Stuart siting at home with a wall of photos of women that he had played this game with. An evil smirk crossed his face as he ran a red marker over my picture, crossing me out. Another notch in his cyber headboard. I shook this thought out of my head and scanned the skies once again. The level of anticipation rose in the gathered crowd as the plane was sighted. A mechanical voice announced that the expected flight would be arriving in less that ten minuets. A sheen of light sweat broke out on my brow. Now or never, it was time to find out what my future held. I had been with Stuart through his college years. His own computer company was doing nicely and he was well on the way to becoming a success in the computer world. The little screen in my den had been silent for the first time in four years today. The plane gracefully touched down and glided to the terminal. The roar of the giant jet engines quieted as the staff rolled out the tunnel so that the passengers could disembark. I avoided the press of people that clamored to get to the entrance . I wanted to watch as the passengers disembarked. Squeals of delight issued from families and friends as they spotted their loved ones. I was having a hard time keeping an eye on the passengers when I saw him. I felt a silly grin lift the corners of my mouth as a tall man with dark brown hair worriedly scanned the crowd. I pushed my was to the front of the crowd and stood before him. “Looking for someone?” I asked. He looked down and I saw the recognition leap into his eyes. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and threw my arms around him. He hugged me tightly and that is when I noticed it. We had talked about everything in our on line relationship, but he had never mentioned working out. His body was hard as a rock. Stuart had mentioned that he had heath problems that precluded him from participating in a lot of daytime activities. He claimed to be an insomniac. I ran my hands over his chest and I felt myself swoon. Was I in the twilight Zone? This could not be happening! His soft eyes fastened to mine and he gave me a grin. A grin that showed a tiny pair of fangs. He chuckled low in his throat and I knew that I was lost. I had found the man of my dreams and he walked the Devil’s Road. I slipped my warm hand into his cool one, and we left the crowded airport behind. My head reeled from the realization that my Stuart was a Vampire. I knew him so well. At least I had thought that I did. How was it possible for us to lay our secrets bare as we had done for the past year and he not have told me this? My thoughts must have betrayed me because I felt his gentle hand tip my chin up and he fastened his grey eyes on mine. “ I couldn’t tell you. You would have thought that I was one of those pathetic ‘wanna bees’ that you depise so vehemently. You would never have had agreed to meet me. You would have never agreed to marry me.” I shook my head in amazement as I realized that his lips had never moved. I had heard these words all within my mind. And I knew that this was the same voice that had haunted my waking hours and my dreams. “Stuart, have you been listening to my thoughts?” I felt my face grow hot at the idea that he had been peeking into my mind. Good Grief! I was mortified at some of the things that had crossed my mind. Stuart chuckled and asked me not to worry. “ Love, some of the most lascivious thoughts you have had do not even compare to what I have dreamed.” My face grew even hotter at this, and I tore my gaze away from him. Stuart would have none of that and he turned me to face him, holding my face in his strong hands and gently kissing my lips. His lips were soft, yet I could feel his desire for me. Currents of hunger drove through my body and my knees grew weak. I felt his arms steady me. He broke off the kiss and guided me to the waiting car. We needed to be alone. I looked at the stretch limousine that awaited us. The driver stood with the door opened, and closed it after us as we settled into the luxurious interior. Stuart gave the directions to his home and we glided smoothly onto the freeway. “Business must be good, my dear,” I wryly observed. Stuart nodded and smiled. He pushed the small button that raised the privacy visor so we were completely alone. He wrapped me in his arms and told me of how his computer business had grown in the last year. I was happy for him. He had built it from the ground up, and poured his heart and soul into making his dream a reality. I let my hand trace small circles on his chest as he spoke. His voice was soft and soothing. I was so relaxed and at ease with him. It had to be right. I knew in my heart I had made the right decision to come to him. I let my hands wander to his neck and stroked the fine hairs of his neck. He pulled me close and once again fastened his lips to mine. His tongue traced the outline of my mouth and parted my lips for him. His mouth was like fire on mine. The kisses grew more demanding and I felt my heart race out of control as his hands slid over the fabric of my blouse. My nipples stiffed at the contact and I wanted nothing more that to shuck off the shirt that stood between my love and I. Stuart helped me out of my dilima by slowly unfastening the tiny buttons at my throat and lifting the garment over my head. His cool hands held my breasts and he dipped his head down to take a firm nipple in his mouth. I arched my back and a soft moan escaped me as exquisite waves of pleasure rippled through my body. I straddled his lap and was pleased to note that one aspect of Vampire lore was completely erroneous. Stuart was hard as a rock. He lifted his head and kisses me deeply. Our tongues entwined and I knew that no matter what his nature , this was my one true love. It was with some dismay that I noted the car has ceased to move. I looked at Stuart and giggled. Scrambling to get my shirt buttoned, I barely made it in time before the driver opened the car door. We were home. And what a home it was! The glass and steel building reached for the sky and I allowed the driver to help me from the car. A small smile curved his lips and I saw his gaze linger at my chest. I quickly looked down and felt my face flush as I noticed I had misbuttoned my shirt. I looked to Stuart, and he placed his jacket around my shoulders. He guided me to the front doors of the glamerous hi rise and nodded to the doorman. The wait for the elevator to arrived seemed endless. I slipped my han into his and he squeezed it gently, yet firmly. There was nothing weak about Stuart. We stepped into the small cubicle and Stuart pressed the button marked “P.” The penthouse? Again, I was impressed. We stepped out of the elevator and it was only a w more steps to my new home. Stuart deftly unlocked the door and swung it open. With a fluid movement he scooped my up into his arms and carried me across the threshold. I laughed and buried my face into his neck, inhaling deeply of his unique scent The door was kicked shut with loud bang and I was carried into a warm, inviting room and softly placed on a couch. Stuart started to release me, but I wanted nothing to do with letting him go. I pulled him over the back of the couch and onto me. I fastened my lips to his and revelled in the sweetness I found. He tasted like honey to me. His kisses were soft, yet increasing in their demands. Our tongues probed each other’s mouths until we were panting for breath. My clothes scratched my aro ed skin and I wanted them gone. I places Stuart’s fingers on the buttons and he quickly dispached of my shirt. My full breast filled his hand and he kneaded the tender flesh firmly. His thumb and forefinger flicked over my nipple and he teased it nto a taunt peak. I watched in facination as he took my nipple into his mouth and suckled me. His other hand slid up my skirt and his questing fingers stroked the velvet panties that I wore. I pressed into him shamelessly and could not stop my hands rom roaming over his body. I let out a soft cry as I felt his fingers enter me. His mouth never ceased its sucking and nibbles of my breasts. I was aflame for him. I tried to undo the buttons on his shirt, and when I met with resistance I mewled an ripped the damned thing apart. I needed his flesh in my hands. His skin was buttery soft, yet firm and cool. I writhed and moaned as I felt his tiny fangs grazed my breast. He pulled my skirt down off of my hips and kissed the spot right below my avel. His hands dug into my thighs as he moved downward and I though I would faint when his mouth touched my sex. His soft lapping and gentle probing had me nearing orgasm in record time. Never in my life had I responded like this to a man’s touch His cool tongue slid expertly in and out of me and with great shudder I felt the waves of pleasure engulf me. I cried his name over and over, shuddering and quaking with the force of the pleasure. When I was able to breath normally once again, pulled Stuart up to me and cradled him to my breast. He kissed me deeply, lovingly and I tasted myself on his lips. I snuggled contentedly into his arms and whispered softly in his ear. “ Next time baby, next time will be for you. “ writers note: An ending exists for this but I'll be damned if I know where it went. When I find it I'll post it. |
| Those Were The Days, My Friend / This is a cheesy harlequin romance novel type fan fic. It's a hoot! Gabrielle placed the book carefully at her side, and let the chilly autumn breeze cool her feverish skin. This disease was gaining strength, and she knew her days were numbered. So many regrets, so many things left undone and unsaid. The true tragedy of her passing would be that none would ever remember her as anything but a wife and mother. It was the reason that she stopped trying to speak to people years ago. She could not stand the pallid blandishments that were expected to cross the lips of a woman of her position. It was better to remain silent. The conversations with her beloved Lestat, now that was a good memory! She loved to talk of books and ideas with her "too intelligent for his own good" son. She missed him terribly, and her latest regret was that she would most likely die without seeing him again. Her eyes closed and she reflected on happier times. Times before her entrapment in this banal life, with her clod of a husband. She dreamed of a handsome young man, one that her husband had never known about. As she dozed , she remembered herself as a younger woman, barely out of childhood. Her budding breasts and new rounder figure had not gone unnoticed by her father. Gabrielle often walked in on conversations between her Mother and Father, and she could feel that they were discussing her future. She knew that it would fall to her to marry well. The castle that had been in their family for a thousand years required a lot of upkeep. Choices were not plentiful in this part of the country, and an arranged marriage did not bring the young woman comfort. She knew that if she was to have any freedom, it would be now, and she must make the most of it. A nice long ride in the fresh air would be just the thing. Gabrielle ran down the stairs and ducked out of the back door before anyone could notice her absence. She called to a stable hand and asked him to saddle her favorite mare. Starlight was a pretty with a sprinkling of white in her black coat. Always a lady, she had enough spunk to keep an energetic young girl occupied. She let the horse have her head as soon as she cleared the gate. The wind was delicious, whipping through her hair and the smooth muscles of the beast rippling beneath her thighs gave her a thrill that she could not identify. A narrow stream wound its way through the woods a few yards ahead and she decided to see where it led her. Sunlight made delicate shadows on the grassy path as the horse carefully picked her way around. The songs of birds delighted her ears, and she was almost startled to come upon a small pond. Starlight gratefull dug her nose into the cool, sweet water and took a long drink. Suddenly she shied back from the water and tossed her head in an annoyed fashion. "What is it girl?" Gabrielle asked the nervous horse. "Is someone out here?" She looked around and was startled to see a shape swimming in the water. She pulled herself and the mare back into the protection of the trees and watched. Gabrielle watched in shock as the man swam to the shore and climbed out of the water. Never before had she seen a naked man.She was too frozen by the spectacle in front of her to move. He shook his length of dark hair and tiny droplets of water shone in the sunlight. Had such a head of hair ever been worn by a male before? His jet black hair was so dark that it almost appeared blue. It touched his sholders like a living thing and curled slightly on his damp sholders.He still had his back to her, thank goodness, and she let her gaze drift down from his hair. The sholders on this man would rival the travelling blacksmith that came to the castle to shoe the horses. And the smithy certainly didn't have skin that looked like buttery tanned leather. She could see the muscles flexing under this marvellous skin and felt a heat rise from her loins. "For shame," she thought to herself,spying on someone while they bathed. She quietly gathered the reins to Starlight and tried to back the horse out of the little glen. Her face was still on fire from an emotion that she could not identify, but she was not frightened. Now if her father could find her a husband that looked like that she wouldn't put up such a fuss! She was almost out of the clearing when the horse let out a whicker. "Shhhh, starlight, I would be mortified to be found here!" "It is too late, my little wood nymph you are already found."The low rumbling voice caused Gabrielle to yelp in suprise and she wheeled around to face a huge expanse of bare chest. "Who are you, and what are you doing on my lands?" Gabrielle tried to cover her embarassment with indignation. "I did not mean to tresspass, my lady, I have had a long journey and sorely needed a bath." "Well, I guess I cannot fault you for wanting to be clean."Gracious, he did smell good! like summertime itself, all fresh and dewey, but a definate smell of maleness emminated from him. She had a hard time catching her breath, and once again, a rosy glow reached her face. How many times could a girl blush in one day! The man reached down and cupped her small chin in his hand and raised her eyes to his. "I apologize for frightening you." She tentativly looked into his eyes and her knees threatened to buckle beneath her. Those eyes! the blue of a summer sky shone in his eyes! Such a sharp contrast to his hair and skin. Gabrielle felt herself grow dizzy as she gazed into those liquid blue depths. Gabrielle struggled slightly against the pressure of the man’s hand. She had never been in such close contact with a handsome, obviously virile man before. To her credit, it did not take her long to collect her wits and move away from his touch. She found that she missed the contact as soon as it was broken. "What do they call you, child," said the stranger? "Gabrielle," a shy voice responded. "Ahh, a sweet Angel , little Gabrielle. My name is Ramses and I am pleased to make your acquaintance." The gentle giant made a courtly bow, altogether more graceful because of his almost nudity. He had managed to grab a piece of cloth to cover himself but it was amost an afterthought. Ramses walked to the edge of the stream and gathered his clothes. Using a bush for modesty he wa quickly dressed again. He was happy to see that the girl had not moved. It had been a long time since he had encountered such total innocence. His paramour was a much more worldly woman, but he had not seen her for a long time. Gabrielle dared not to move while Ramses was dressing. Her thoughts were tangled as she examined her situation. ‘Well, I can take advantage of this or run screaming like the child he believes me to be,’ she thought to herself. And with that thought in mind she boldly asked if he would like to ride with her. "I would be honored, M’lady." They quickly saddled up and when Ramses lifted her by the waist to help her gain her seat he felt the curves of womanhood that were not those of a girl. They rode the horses to a lather and taunted each other with challenges to race. The stallion of Ramses won most but he admired her spirit.Tired and breathless they pulled the horses to a halt to let them get a much needed rest. Once again Ramses helped Gabrielle and he was tantalized by the brief contact with her body. They sat silently on the grass and watched the horses as they nibbled on tender shoots of grass. "You are a beautiful young woman, and will blossom into a stunning Lady, I think." He looked deep into her lighter blue eyes as he delivered the compliment. Gabrielle blushed a bit but didn’t look away. Ramses took that as a positive sign and wrapped his powerful fingers around the back of her neck and drew her in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and yielding and she tasted of warmth and innocence. "Ramses," she whispered against his mouth, "Yes, teach me the ways of a man and a woman." He needed no other encouragement. He stroked her gently but urgently until he felt her respond to his touch. Soon they were laying next to each other in the fragrant grass. He worked her shirt loose from her skirt and cupped her breast. A soft moan escaped her lips as this new contact set waves of heat to every part of her body. He began to remove her clothing and was delighted with her creamy white skin and the pale rosy buds of her nipples. The golden triangle between her legs was as soft as down and he touched her there. Gabrielle’s body was a riot of sensation! She felt as if her skin would melt his touch was so hot. She kissed him deeply, exploring the taste of his mouth. She allowed her hands to run the length of his body and gasped in shock when she encountered his maleness. He groaned with pleasure at this touch and soon neither had any more clothing to worry with. "Gabrielle, are you sure you want this?" His breath was ragged as he gave her the chance to change her mind. "Yes, oh God, yes" she cried out. She wanted him now, all of him. He entered her slowly, allowing for the momentary gasp of pain as her virgin membrane was torn. After he felt her relax he began the slow, rhythmic motions of love. She matched him thrust for thrust until their joy could not be contained any more and they both cried out in ecstasy. The couple lay spent in the grass as the sun began to set . "Your family will be looking for you won’t they?" Ramses eyes were still heavy with desire. "Yes, they will, and I must go soon." Gabrielle looked at the darkening sky with dismay. This hour, this day, would have to give her memories for the rest of her life. She didn’t want it to end. "You shine among them like a pearl Set off by gold, a peerless girl: Your form with all perfection’s graced- Firm breasts, trim sholders, slender waist. Your brow,your throat, your lips,your chin, Are each a prize for love to win; Your hair it was first made me fond, I can’t resist a red gold blond." He recited this and helped her to her feet. "Where did that come from?" she queried. "It is from a very old book. The Carmina Burana. You should read it," he said. "I am not allowed to have books except for the bible," Gabrielle answered. "Well, then take my copy and it will be another secret we share." his eyebrows rose in amusement. "Thank you, I’ll never forget you!" Gabrielle felt like her heart would break but it was time to go. She dressed and mounted her mare. Tucking the little volume of poetry in her skirts she rode off with a longing gaze at the man she would never forget. |
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