Adult-FanFiction.org : Books

Fate and Blood, 50 percent Solution	By : HimeAndi Category: S through Z > The Saga of Darren Shan Views: 1359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All characters used without permission and are owned by respective Creators . See contect for specific copyright

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Various required disclaimers, too long to be posted properly:

Cirque du Freak created and held by Darren Shan and various world publishers. All characters are used without permission. HimeAndi makes no money from this story.

Shattered Glass created and held by Elaine Bergstrom, soon to be re-released as self published material. All characters are used without permission. HimeAndi makes no money from this story

Twilight is owned and held by Stephenie Meyer, published by Little and Brown. All characters are used without permission. HimeAndi makes no money from this story.

Basic Instinct is held by Carolco Pictures. All characters are used without permission; HimeAndi makes not money from this story. (yes I said Basic Instinct!)

Sabelle Simone held by the author, please contact for any possible use (Right...)
~~~~~~
Her eyes opened to utter blackness. She blinked, but the darkness did not clear from her eyes. She frowned and then realized she could smell Larten all over her skin. Her fingers were cramped, painfully so. She suddenly remembered what had happened; he had drugged her and tucked her right into his coffin with him. She moved her fingers and realized she was clinging to his shirt like it was a life preserver. Carefully, wincing with pain, she moved her fingers as the blood flooded back into them. Her legs seemed fine, luckily. She blushed as she realized that she and Larten were tangled like a humanoid pretzel. She held her breath and listened for a moment; yes, Darren was here in the tent and muttering about how he should sneak into the hidden chamber and wake his master and his new girl up. She sniffed again; yes there was a hint of fresh air from under the coffin. Of course someone as cautious as Larten was would have an escape hatch.
She relaxed again, not sleepy but so comfortable she did not really care to get out of the coffin. Besides, she had no clue how much sunlight would effect the Vampire beside her. She certainly would wait until Darren left the tent.
“He is so damn noisy, and still thinks I cannot hear him.” Larten murmured. She almost screamed but stopped herself, contenting herself with pinching him again.
“How long have you been awake?”
“As long as you have been. Your body tensed then relaxed, and then you were wiggling like a worm which woke me fully. Very distracting.” He said quietly. She huffed and then stiffened.
“What are you doing?” she breathed. It was fairly apparent what he was doing though; he was caressing her rear with one hand.
“Amusing myself until the brat leaves. It has been a long time since I woke up next to a woman you know. I had forgotten how nice it can be.” She smiled, not at all offended. She adjusted her position a bit then moved her hand down his front, slowing as she got to his waist. His hand stopped as he waited, certain she was not going to…
“Mmm, well here we are… trapped in a very enclosed space…” She said slowly, until her fingers deftly opened his belt. She could not see a thing, but she swore she heard his eyelashes cause a gust of air as his eyes widened. Her hand slid down further, half expecting him to stop her.
“Yeeees, we are stuck here… its very enclosed as well. Possibly too enclosed for… this…” he whispered; her hand had reached what she was searching for, obviously. She purred and somehow found his chin with her lips.
“I don’t know about that. I have just enough elbow room.” She slid her hand down his stirring length; he was still human enough to have a rise in blood pressure upon waking; how delightful. He did not reply, though his breathing did start to deepen. She shifted, moving so her lips could reach his. The hand that had been on her rear moved like lightning, holding her head as he ground his mouth into hers. She gasped into his mouth and squeezed her hand on him, moving with long smooth strokes over his now fevered flesh. His hips flexed, matching her hand’s motions. She suddenly did wish they had room, but did not stop or even think too hard about it. When his back tensed, she was the one to break the kiss, her free hand covering his mouth as he shuddered against her and made some very gratifying, happy male noises. She really wished she could see his face; he was still far too new to her to imagine what he looked like right now. Her hand slowed and then stopped as she listened to his breathing, his heart thudding in his chest.
“Mmm, I wish Darren would leave too. I would have liked to see that, but…” she smirked and brought her now sticky fingers to her lips, casually cleaning them since she did not care to wipe them on either of their clothes. She had no idea that he could see her, or how pleasantly shocked he was by her kinky behavior. She finished with her fingers and then gasped as she felt him slide his hands over her body, one hand going up under her tank top and shoving it up as it went; the other slid into her leggings and stroked her with amazing gentleness. She smiled and helped him get to where he wanted to reach, eyes closing as his fingers found her core and started working some rather amazing Vampire magic, carefully due to his claws.
“Darren can stay… as long as he does not try to open the coffin lid.” He said softly before contorting a bit so his lips could reach her breasts. She found that she really could not move, so could only lay there biting her lip as he sucked on her nipples and rubbed his fingertip over her center. Her hips flexed under his hand as she struggled to be still; if the damned box made noise due to movement, Darren would certainly look inside. She needed more than touches, but his claws and the confines made more than that impossible at the moment. That knowledge was driving her insane as she braced her feet and hands against the coffin walls to hold herself as still as possible. She had no idea how crazy Larten was being driven by the same frustrating problems; he wanted far more than he was able to take in the tiny space afforded, and he did not care to dump them down into the hidden area under his tent. She was sure to scream in shock if he did…
“Can you hold your breath and not scream for a moment. I am going to move us.” He hissed. She nodded and sucked in a lungful of now hot and slightly damp air. He pulled the latch to the stairway under the coffin and somehow grabbed her, moving them both down the stairs without making a sound. He shut the trap door and started struggling with his clothes as Sabelle yanked off her own clothing. She did not even bother looking around yet, only noticing there was a fair amount of sunlight in the room, though there was no shafts breaking through where they were at the moment. She heard and smelled water though and heard some rats squeaking in alarm, but chose to ignore that for the moment. She squeaked herself as he shoved her against the stone wall and lifted her off the ground, driving into her quickly, grunting as he started thrusting forcefully. She gasped and clung to him, helpless to help or hinder him in any way. Her legs wrapped around his hips as she tilted her body so she could take him deeper into her, not caring that his nails were digging into her hips. He nuzzled into her hair and nipped her earlobe, making her groan and writhe against him, encouraging him to move faster and faster.
“Harder, you wont hurt me… show me how a real Vampire mates Larten!” she purred, digging her nails into his back. He growled and obeyed, his boots slipping against the mossy stone floor. She panted and rolled her head to the side, knowing he wanted to bite her; they could deal with his reaction to her blood later. And bite her he did, but not hard enough to draw blood; not yet. He growled again, moving faster and harder, nails biting deeper into her hips. Blood dripped from between his fingers, the scent of it driving him mad.
Sabelle gasped and made a lovely feminine sound of pleasure as she reached an orgasm, shuddering as she was suddenly drenched in sweat. He made a triumphant hiss and really started working her body, driving for himself now. She sucked in a deep breath as her climax rose then broke and rose again. She pressed her head back to the damp stones and dragged her nails down his back, leaving violent bleeding welts in their wake. It took all his remaining awareness to not howl as he came with her, biting her viciously on the shoulder. Sabelle’s eyes flew open, the pain mixing with the pleasure and bringing her to a final crescendo of enjoyment. She gasped for air, heart thudding against her ribs violently. He leaned against her, balancing them precariously with weak and rebellious muscles.
“Gracious…” she whispered in awe. That was some way to wake and face the day.
“Hmmm… I hope you can stand on your own. I think my legs are useless right now.” He drawled, licking his blood soaked lips. He eyed the bite on her shoulder then focused on how much blood he had teken from the wound. He felt fine, if still a little sleepy.
“I don’t think I can, to be honest. But I do not care to lie on these stones so…” she unwound her legs, wincing as they rebelled at the movement. He chuckled and slowly straightened to his full height, holding her against him. He sniffed the air then sighed.
“I hurt you. I am sorry about that.” He lifted his hand and winced; his fingers were literally blood soaked. She looked at his hand then bit her lip.
“Do not take this the wrong way, but… You better kiss my ass and make it better.” She smiled impishly, but he did not smile back; he looked upset. She stroked his scarred cheek gently. “I really don’t mind. You cannot be feeling sorry now; I really enjoyed that, I needed that. You’re like a drug to me, I do not care what you do… it all feels wonderful. So stop worrying. Just please stop the bleeding so I do not scar when the Blood heals me, please?” he nodded and stepped back, indicating she turn around. He winced again at the sight of all the blood, but knelt and went about cleaning it off with his tongue. Sabelle purred at this; it was rather pleasant, and despite the oddness, very intimate. He ran his claws up and down her legs as he licked the wounds shut then lapped up the remaining blood on her skin. He had to admit it was actually a nice little ritual, and when he finished, turned her around again, bending to lick her shoulder and chest where the blood from his bite had trickled over her skin. She stroked his hair and smiled.
“Are you all right? You did not drink too much?” he chuckled; she was the one hurt and she was worried about him. Somehow, that already seemed so like her.
“I am fine. I am getting better at handling your blood, or else my instincts are adjusting to protect me from myself. Which would be the best thing, I suppose.” He stood back and adjusted his pants back into place; he had not had the inclination to remove his boots at the time. She laughed and moved on wobbly legs to find her clothes. Luckily they had not gotten wet.
“So this is the secret escape hatch. All Vampires have them, if at all possible. Did Mr. Tall recommend this tent to you for this reason?” He nodded as he grabbed his shirt and vest.
“Yes he did. I am sorry about the sparse accommodations. I can let you out above if you wish…”
“No, I am fine. Do you need more sleep?” she wandered the room, inspecting it curiously. The space was basically empty, only some very old crates and a simple pine coffin taking up one wall. He averred needing more sleep, even though he really did need it. The sun was still above the horizon, and he felt it, along with the slightest burning on his exposed skin. The sun was breaking in shafts through the sewer grate down a side chamber, and that was reflecting off the water below into various parts of the room. He was careful to avoid the dancing reflections as best he could as he headed for the coffin. He sat on it, sighing in silent relief that the space was completely shaded from the sun.
“Larten… I am not an idiot. You look rather bruised and tired. Please sleep some more. I will wait if you wish.” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.
“No… I could not sleep anyway even if I locked myself in. I am distracted by a bewitching woman, you see. I already know what I will see when I close my eyes… and her scent is all over my skin. I would simply have to rise and find her which would be a possibly painful search if she were to leave the tent above.” He sighed, not realizing how… romantic his words had sounded. She felt them in her belly, her heart and could not help a shiver of joy at them. She really needed to control herself; she wanted to attack him again, and he really did not look up to more wrestling about for a while.
“You will tell me if you decide otherwise then?” she asked, pulling a crate down and sitting on it. She curled her feet up, sitting lotus and resting an elbow on her knee. Her hair caught the sun’s reflection so that blue light seemed to dance in the strands. Her skin glowed like a pearl, and for the first time in a long time, Larten missed being able to be in the sun. As delectable as she was, she was meant for the sun-lit world, not the eternal darkness of his world. He watched her as she pondered something, her blue eyes focused inward. She looked fragile, hardly able to fight monsters, or tussle with a Vampire in erotic play… yet she was here to do at least the former… his lips curved in a tiny smile; the latter was also a pleasant possibility.
Sabelle was doing a mental check on herself. She was not hungry at all, even though it had to have been at least ten hours since she had devoured the food Larten had provided. She was, now that she was fully awake and the afterglow of wake up sex was fading, not stiff or feeling any pain from the long hours of being trapped in a one-person coffin with two people in it. Those were good things, and yet they were not. The longer she drank the mixed blood, the less often she felt human aches and pains, and she felt hunger less and less often. She still enjoyed food, but she did not feel nearly the need to eat it as she should. She frowned a little; she suspected that the UnDead blood was to blame for most of this, since Francis and Steffans blood merely enhanced latent human strengths, but sadly all she had was mixed blood, a foolish oversight. The Old One’s blood had been adjudged to be insufficient for her long term needs; to be strong enough to handle these nearly unknown Vampires, to be able to endure damage from their attacks, and to heal from any damage they did inflict on her. More blood was available, but it was also mixed. She bit her lip as she pondered the memory of Darrens disappointed face, and Lartens growing regard. She had already started hatching a plan. It was dangerous, and she was not likely to survive it, but it could work, if she could manipulate enough factors into her favor.
Larten watched her as her face as she thought. He was amused by the changes in expression her face went through, how she would chew her lip or gently gnaw a nail as her mind wandered. She must be worried about something; if he knew her at all by now (and let us face it, he really did not know her well yet) she was plotting how to remove him and Darren from danger and take it all upon her own slender, all too human shoulders.
“Stop worrying about it. And do not assume you can keep Darren and me safe. We’re all going to work at this together… you can I can keep the kid safe, but you cannot protect both me and Darren.” She looked up at him, eyes wide.
“You peeking at me again?” she asked. He shook his head.
“No, but I know what you are thinking. You are human after all, and you want to help. You are drinking Vampire blood to make yourself strong enough to endure the days ahead… of course you want to take everything on that you can.” She pulled her face into a mock pout.
“Steal my glory then, why don’t you.” She looked away; she refused to admit that she was thinking just that. Besides, she was not that in love with life that dying to help another would be a bad thing. It would be a relief in fact…
“Do not think like that!” Larten snapped. She jerked as he stood and strode over to her, ignoring the blinding light dazzling him from the grate. He yanked her to her feet and dragged her back towards his pine box. “You are wrong there too. I know how miserable you are underneath. You were having nightmares about him last night. I promised you would never have to deal with him again and I meant it. You believed me too; you stopped worrying and fell deep into slumber after I said it.” Sabelle’s face colored at this; she was dreaming? Had she spoken in her sleep?
“I don’t know what to say… Thank you… but you do not know what you are dealing with, Larten. Francis has an incredibly powerful mind, he could walk into this camp and order everyone here to stay in their tents, and hold them there while simultaneously fighting with five of your kind and slaughtering them all. He’s over seven feet tall, arms and legs exactly the same length, which means he has a huge reach advantage on you. You are faster yes, but he is probably much stronger, and he is well over five thousand years old, he has so much more experience than you. He can walk in the sun without fear, his blood is symbiotic, so even if you shoot him in the head he wont die; only severe traumatic injury, fire or decapitation can kill him. Even a stake to the heart would only piss him off.” She said, her voice rising in pitch and speed until she was near hysteria. Her hands were shaking as she pressed them to her face in remembered horror. He shook her gently and pulled her hands away to take her face between his hands.
“We will deal with him if that time comes. He is in Europe anyway, did you not tell me that?” she nodded slightly. “If we have to, we will appeal to the Princes for help. I am fairly sure they would help us, considering that you are trying to save us from rogue Vampaneze. Now, try to live for a while, and simply focus on what you have to do, and living through it. Got that?” he said fiercely. She bit her lip and nodded again then kissed him desperately. His heart beat faster, but she pulled back suddenly and looked at him with deadly intensity.
“Larten, you must make a promise to me. You must swear it! Do not sacrifice your life for any reason. Do not jump into death for anyone, not even Darren. Alice has seen it; if you do such a thing, it will be useless. She saw you… falling into a deep fiery pit full of stakes, while someone else jumps free due to your sacrifice and reveals himself to be the danger Darren must face. Darren will need you, Larten, and you won’t be there for him; do you understand me? Most of your friends, your entire race will die if we cannot find a way to stop this from happening.” Larten’s eyes widened; a fiery pit filled with stakes… he was supposed to take Darren to the Mountain for trials soon. That pit was well known to him; it was where Vampires were executed when found guilty of some crime against their own. He fell utterly still, wondering how this scene could even happen. Was he to be dropped into it for some wrongdoing? Sabelle watched him, alarmed by how still he was. He was already so pale that when he was this still he looked like a corpse. The life in his eyes was utterly gone. She hated to see him like this.
“I do not understand this… that place is meant for Vampires to be executed…” he said slowly. She nodded.
“Yes, Alice told me about that. A half Vampire is tossed in, not Darren, but someone else… and he is actually a decoy, he means nothing at all in the end. But you and someone else almost fall in, and you choose to let go so he can live; but he is the real threat, Larten! He has it planned out; he means to kill you for some slight you gave to him in the past, and to hurt Darren, force Darren to fight to the death. Darren would be heartbroken to lose you, believe it or not. And I admit, I would be quite put out too. I would be forced to inject every drop of blood I have on me so I could destroy this person… and I would likely die doing it. I would also die the “true death” No rising from a grave, and possibly, no afterlife would await me. So please… do not do it. Don’t waste your death like that.”
Lartens face darkened, a scowl so dark and angry spreading over his features that it scared her. “You have made it rather clear to me. I might know who this is. And I will never let him live now that I know, even if that means making Darren truly hate me.” He said savagely. Sabelle could not help herself; she shrank back from him, every instinct in her warning her that he was in fact dangerous, truly deadly at the moment. He did not seem to notice her fear as he leapt up and began to pace, not even noticing the burn as the light danced over his white skin.
Above them in the tent, Sabelles cell phone began to ring distinctively. She jumped up, gasping. “Alice! I need to get that call, open the door, hurry!” she said quickly. He shook his head and strode to the latch, yanking it open and shoving the coffin lid open fiercely. The wood groaned in protest as he flew out of the opening, Sabelle on his heels. Darren was rifling through her bag, seeking the phone, and looked up, embarrassed.
“I thought I should… you know…” he yelped as Larten shoved him aside, falling and sliding across the wood floor. Sabelle found the phone and opened it breathlessly.
“Alice? What is it?”
”Sabelle, what on earth are you doing?! So much has changed!” The quicksilver voice on the other end of the phone sounded like bells to Larten’s keen ears. “I finally can really see who that man is …”
“His name is Steve, I would imagine.” Larten growled, but the girl on the phone heard him clearly anyway. After a short pause she affirmed his assertion.
“Yes, that’s right. He will be a half Vampire, like Darren is…”
“No, he will not!” Larten snapped. Sabelle clicked the phone to speaker and looked at the angry Vampire curiously. “However, he has already sworn to kill me for not blooding him myself when he demanded it of me. That pit you saw, I know where it is and what it is for.” He added, ignoring Darren as he walked over to them, eyes alive with worry.
“I still see that moment… but I also see him wanting something new. He wants Sabelle, to take her or to kill her too. He did not even know who she was before. Now he will know, and he will stop at nothing to kill her before he kills you and Darren. He knows it will drive you both mad with grief.” The bell like voice warned. Darren suddenly flushed with anger.
“You mean my friend Steve! He would never kill me! That’s a lie, why would he…” Sabelle grabbed Lartens arm uselessly as the Vampire shoved Darren away.
“Do not be a fool Darren! He would kill you without any regrets if he knew you were a Vampire! And I will kill him if he lays a hand on either of you.” His voice was deadly serious, and all fell silent when he stopped speaking.
“He is going to see Sabelle and Mr. Crepsley together, alone and showing what they mean to each other and decides to try to hurt you both by killing her… You two need to be careful. He and his cohorts will try to destroy all the Vampires at your stronghold, knowing that all of you will come to help. When you are close enough, they will split you up, so you cannot fight together, and he will take Sabelle then.” Alice sounded worried; Sabelle could see her white face with the huge golden eyes shadowed with doubt in her mind.
“Well, if we know this, can’t we stop it?” she asked, focusing on the furious Darren. The boy was glaring daggers at his master now, any affection he actually held for the older Vampire hidden by fury.
“I can’t really say, Sabelle. This guy is very clever, and very determined. He also has his own agenda and even those who follow him do so only for some bizarre reason. The most important thing is to keep Mr. Crepsley alive and to prevent Darren and Steve from fighting. Do those two things and then you can stop the whole ugly mess from ending badly. The future is so blurry though, has so many paths that I cannot follow them all right now. Sabelle dear, can we talk privately?” Sabelle switched back to handset mode and strode out of the tent, albeit with some worry. Master and Assistant were sure to start fighting any second…
“What is it, Alice.” She asked warily.
“Um… look I know what’s going on with that Vampire… do you think this is wise? He cannot beat off that Old One should he come for you…”
“Don’t you think I know that!? But Alice… I can’t help myself… there is something… something I can’t even name…” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“Sabelle honey. I am not telling you to dump him… but are you sure he’s really good for you? Aren’t you hiding from your future and your past, using him as a shelter?” Sabelle bit her lip and felt her eyes stinging with tears. Her shoulders slumped as she turned and faced into one of the louvered walls of Lartens tent.
“I don’t know! I don’t think so… It just feels… okay. Right. Like… he’s an apology sent from the gods for what I’ve endured. I have not even known him 24 hours, and yet I cannot even imagine tomorrow without him. I know, I am an…”
“You are not an idiot. I just wanted to be sure you were not hiding from something with this new relationship. Look, the boys promise to help you if we see him coming. We’ll warn you and come to be sure he cannot take you back. Oh and… you might start planning what you are going to do, if you do keep them alive. In the future I mean. Larten won’t want to lose you, but he won’t want you to change either; but how else can you be together? Maybe venom would work on him, despite what changes he’s had made to his DNA?” Sabelle gaped in shock at the Alice’s suggestions. Change herself into a Vampire permanently? Change both herself and Larten into Stone Vampires at that? Larten would never agree to it, despite how tempting it would be. Something told her he would not want her to lose her humanity, such as it was either. He already was remorseful about Darren’s blooding as it was.
“I… I will worry about that later. I need to keep them alive, and it sure sounds like that will be nearly impossible as it is.”
”You need to stay alive yourself, Sabelle. Follow your advice to Mr. Crepsley; stay alive and do not sacrifice yourself needlessly.” Alice said gently. Sabelle nodded silently, knowing Alice could in fact see it with her talent and ended the call. She moved behind a tree and sank to the ground, hiding her face in her hair and letting her tears fall. She was terrified suddenly; scared to die, scared that Larten would die despite all she could do, scared that poor Darren would die, that all their plans to save this Vampire race would be for nothing. She wrapped her arms around herself and rocked slowly, sniffling and trying to be silent as she let her fear wash over her; it had to happen sooner or later, she might as well handle it now…
Larten was toe to toe with Darren, who was near shouting at his master that he was an idiot if he thought Steve would really kill his best friend. The Vampire glared at his foolish assistant, wanting to smack sense into him but holding back with effort. Darren was still too attached to his old life and his old friends, his lost family even after eight years. Darren had not tasted the vile, evil brew flowing through his friend’s veins; Larten had. Darren had no clue just how black the boys soul was.
“You can trust him if you want to Darren, but if he raises a hand to you or to Sabelle, I will rip his heart from his chest, understand? And you can hate me for it for the rest of your long life, because you will have a long life, once he is dead.” He growled quietly. Darren’s eyes darkened and tinged with red. Larten lifted a brown then smiled. “Go ahead. Let us see if you can even try to fend off your best friend when he turns on you.” Darren’s hand flashed like a snake, slicing Crepsley’s right cheek to the bone. The Vampire did not move to avoid the strike, only slowly licked his fingers and closed the cut, the blood reabsorbing into his skin.
“Not good enough, but you are learning. You are free to do as you please tonight.” His voice softened, his worry obvious. “Try to really think about this, Darren. Think about how you will feel if Sabelle and I die, because you refused to believe Steve could or would harm us, or you.” Darren sneered and fled the tent, flinging himself into the gathering twilight. Larten took a deep breath, and then listened for Sabelle’s voice outside the tent. However she was quiet, no longer speaking... He frowned and listened more intently; all he heard was rushed, labored breathing and the subtle crackling of leaves, over and over in the same spot. He moved outside, the sun low enough to be mainly hidden behind some trees, and thus not burning him. A few of the Cirque residents stared in shock at the sight of their resident Vampire outside before full dark, but he ignored them as he moved around behind the tent.
Sabelle was there, rocking quietly, head down. He could smell the salt of her tears, and sense her higher body temperature caused by her distress as he approached her. She did not notice him, and did not answer when he knelt beside her, asking her what was wrong. He pushed her hair back from her face.
“Shush now, do not cry. We will end this for the better. Darren will see the truth and help us, I know he will.” She nodded and sniffled mightily, but would not meet his eyes. “Why are you weeping then?”
“I am… I am so afraid. I really don’t want to die… or see you die. I don’t want him to come for me… Or to call for me. He can do that, call me and I will not be able to fight it. I will go to him no matter where he is.” She whispered. Larten frowned and then sat next to her. She rubbed at her tear streaked face and laughed bitterly. “I am being stupid. He would not really call for me. I cannot have children, and he would have no need for a barren mistress.” Larten’s jaw dropped; this Vampire could and would breed with a human woman… even against her will?
“He wants you to have children for him?” He asked, his voice strained. She nodded, face flushing with shame.
“He has to know it is not possible by now. He tried and tried while I was there…” she shuddered, half in horror and half something he could see and did not like to see in her, especially regarding this monster. “He said… he said not to worry. It just takes time. As if he can make my body do what it is incapable of doing.” She whispered. She looked up at him suddenly.
“You… really would try to stop him?” She looked like a child, hopeful that someone could kill the monster under her bed. He nodded.
“Yes. I would not try though. I would stop him. Period.” He said firmly. She searched his face for a moment then smiled slowly, the light returning to her eyes.
“You would not need to fight alone. Alice said that they will help. And I think… of any sort of Vampire, the Stone Vampires could stop him. Even he could not harm them, though his mental powers might be a problem. Bella could protect you… if he even bothers. I might just be paranoid, you know.” She scooted closer to him, and he lifted his arm obligingly so she could fit herself to his side.
“So, did you and Darren fight about this Steve?” he nodded, but did not comment about it. She sighed, still sniffing and wiping her face dry.
“You must be hungry.” He said suddenly. She froze then nodded; but he sensed the lie in her answer. “You are not hungry? It has been a long time since your last meal.” Sabelle looked away and shrugged. He understood instantly; the blood was powering her body right now. She did not feel hungry, and even if she did need food, she probably could not eat anything easily. “Maybe… you should wait a while before you take more blood?” he said gently. She nodded and pressed even closer to him. She was practically inside his shirt.
“So, what do you do with your time usually?” she asked. He stiffened then groaned.
“Well for one thing I need to tend Octa, she must be confused and angry by now.” Sabelle looked at him sharply.
“Octa? Who is Octa?” He smiled and touched her nose with a finger playfully. She was cute when she was jealous.
“My spider. She is part of my act on stage. Come and meet her. Hopefully Darren fed her today like he was supposed to.” He moved to his feet and hauled her up beside him. “I think she will like you. You are not afraid of spiders?”
“Is she very big?” Sabelle asked curiously. “I love tarantulas, but smaller spiders are fast and make me nervous when they scoot about on my hands.”
“Come and see.” He led her back inside and to Octa’s cage. Sabelle stared at the huge red and blue marked spider with awe.
“She is beautiful! Hello Octa, I am sorry about all the fuss since I arrived.” She said, as if understanding the spider was intelligent. Larten was not sure if she was being placating or serious, so he opened the cage and let Octa climb onto his hand cautiously. He had to concentrate to be sure she did not bite anyone once free of her cage, usually.
“Octa, this is Sabelle. She wants to help Darren and I, so try to be nice to her.” He said. Octa seemed to dance a bit on his hand then scuttled up his arm, closer to Sabelle. She held her hand out, smiling.
“I hope she likes me. She’s amazing.” She said sincerely. The spider bobbed on Lartens arm then jumped to Sabelle’s outstretched hand. The Vampire waited nervously as Octa crawled to the center of Sabelle’s palm then quietly sat, staring back into Sabelle’s eyes. She reached out a finger and gently stroked the spiders abdomen, making a soft purring sound in her throat. The spider’s forelegs waved as she lifted her body into the touches.
“She seems to like you. She took to Darren right away as well. She detests Steve though.” He said smugly. Octa waved her legs as if scolding silently about the aforementioned person.
“She has good judgment then. I bet the idiot was mean to her. How stupid, mean to such a unique creature. So, did Darren feed you today?” Sabelle cooed. Octa did a little dance which she took to mean yes. “That is good, we can’t have you being neglected.” She continued to pet the huge spider until her legs gave out and her body was resting in Sabelle’s hand limply. The girl laughed at that.
“I would like to clean up, so you should take her and give her some time. I won’t be long.” The spider clung to her hand stubbornly however. “Or not?”
“Octa, come now. Okay then, you asked for it.” Larten grinned then grabbed his flute. He played a sprightly little melody, and the spider hopped to her feet and began to dance, to Sabelle’s delight. A few quick notes later, she jumped onto Lartens shoulder, and he walked away, still playing, the spider dancing across his shoulders and back. Sabelle made good her exit to the bathing area, listening as Larten spoke to the spider as one would speak to a friend.
“So? Well yes I know she is pretty… Octa, really now. I do think she is nice. She seems to like you a lot too. No, she is staying for a while.” There was a pause. “That’s ridiculous! It won’t work anyway. And it is selfish. I’ll explain more later. Back to your cage now.” She heard Larten’s step as he came towards the bathtub. She smiled even as she blushed. Something about being so exposed while bathing always made her feel vulnerable.
“Feeling better?” he asked as he moved to lean against the sink. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes.
“Yes, thank you. I might even have a snack later. I suppose I should meet some of the others here at du Cirque, don’t you agree?” he nodded absently, watching her as she scrubbed her arms. She did her best to ignore him; he had after all seen her naked more than he had seen her clothed by now. No reason to be embarrassed about it. She lifted a leg from the water and scrubbed it, noticing the mossy green stains to her soles from the hidden chamber. She blushed happily thinking about that room, and what had happened there. She sighed happily then squealed as he pulled her from the tub. She gasped and shoved at him.
“Larten Crepsley, what are you doing?! My feet are still dirty.” He smiled at her and wound a towel around her; oddly this towel was a bath sheet, not too tiny to cover her like the one last night had been. She flushed scarlet as she realized Mr. Tall had to be behind this new bath item. “You didn’t tell Mr. Tall about the towels did you?” He shook his head, still smiling. She squeaked again as he picked her up and headed for her still unused bed.
“Gracious… One wonders how you survived being single…” she said then was silenced by a surprisingly sweet kiss. She wound her arms around his neck, fingers twining into his wild red hair. She hardly noticed him pull the towel off her and drop it to the floor. She also did not notice him flit to the door and lock it then come back after he laid her onto the soft comforter; he was simply too fast. He knelt beside the bed, stroking her cheek and looking at her intently. Her gaze was curious in return. She touched his cheek, smiling at him.
“What is it?” She asked softly. He shook his head and pressed a finger to her lips. She kissed the digit, but fell silent as he had requested. He stood and seemed to vibrate for a second then knelt again, his clothes gone. In fact, they were neatly folded and across the room; she marveled at such speed even in a Vampire. She also wondered at his expression, so gentle and somewhat remorseful. Was he still feeling guilty about hurting her before? He smoothed his hand down her arm, back up and down her side, not even tickling her sensitive flesh. She purred, gooseflesh rising and making her nipples harden. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her cheeks, her chin and finally her lips. She slid her hand around his neck, tongue twining with his as he continued to caress her body. His nails traced around her navel then moved down over her hip slowly, making her shiver again. She moaned softly, her other hand pressing to his rock hard belly. His body swam in her memory, such a happy surprise to find under his elegant clothes. He broke the kiss to gasp for air, moving his lips to her neck. She shouldn’t feel so trusting having a Vampire near her neck, but she was. She knew he could not help his desire for her enhanced blood, but he obviously was able to rein it in, and he simply kissed her skin before sucking on it and nibbling her harmlessly.
His hand was working down to her thigh, skirting the unpleasant bite scar and heading down to her knee. She could not help tensing a little; her knees were very sensitive, but he was firm and it barely tickled her at all. He lifted her knee then drifted back up to stroke the downy fluff between her legs with a feather light touch. She gasped softly, her legs shifting apart a bit more to give him access. He chuckled against her neck and sucked harder at her skin. She absently hoped he did not mean to mark her with a love bite, but then again she did not really care at the moment. Her fingers kneaded his neck as he slowly pressed his fingers through her nether lips and stroked her entrance with care. She gasped again, feeling her body respond with a gentle rush of honey. He purred happily at the sudden sign of her willingness and trailed his tongue down her neck to her right nipple, sucking her into his mouth and biting the taught flesh gently.
Sabelle’s head swam with delight in his actions. She arched her back upwards towards him, eyes closing as she focused on how he was making her feel; adored and wanted, desired… desired despite her past and her scars, emotional and physical. Then again, he bore similar scars. He barely pressed his fingers into her, being careful of hurting her with his nails, and stroked her center with his thumb. She trembled and gasped with pleasure, the hand on his stomach sliding around his back, finding it to be muscular as his chest. She dragged her nails up his spine, enjoying how he shivered in response. He pressed his thumb against her core and rotated, making her twitch and moan a bit loudly. He growled quietly and moved abruptly, his mouth replacing his fingers. She gasped and arched as he sucked her clitoris then moved down to suckle her juices. Both her hands delved into his hair as she writhed under him, biting her lower lip so she did not cry out. He grunted and continued his assault, hands spreading her legs wider, opening her fully to him. She was only able to hang on for a few moments, her legs shaking as she came for him. He nearly purred and licked her honey avidly. She panted for breath, eyes opening again. She did not speak, not wanting to break the silence, but she did pull on his shoulders insistently.
He looked up and licked his lips with a smirk that showed he was utterly pleased with himself. She looked flushed and relaxed, yet she was also obviously ready for more. He climbed onto the bed and slid over her, kissing her again as he pulled her legs up over his hips. She kissed back hotly, one hand sliding down his back to rest on his hips, kneading and encouraging him onward. He wrapped an arm under her as he slid into her painfully slowly. Her moan was gratifying in its impatience, but he was not swayed. He nestled close to her and slowly pulled back, moving into her again with the same slow pace. Sabelle flushed pink as her eyelashes fluttered, gasping against his lips. He continued his slow even pace, torturing them both with the pleasure of it. Sabelle shuddered again, the flush spreading down to her breasts as another climax took her. Now he moaned as she bathed him with her honey, her body trembling under him enticingly. He hiked one leg over his back and grudgingly moved a little faster, breaking off their kiss to press his face into her neck. He could smell her blood, teasing him, so close to the surface… one little bite and it would trickle over his tongue, hot and rich and as dangerous as poison.
She relaxed under him and ran her hands down his back, then back up to his shoulders, head rolling aside as if inviting him to take her body and blood, whatever he wanted. Her hips moved up to meet his thrusts as they breathed heavily. He refused himself the blood however, simply continuing his maddening pace within her. She bit her lip as yet another orgasm crept upon her. Only after she relaxed again did he start moving faster, harder. She moved with him eagerly, wanting his release more than her own now. He gasped as her body tightened on him, making her inner hold on him even tighter. It was amazing and unexpected, the effect bringing him close to the edge at last. When her hand pressed on his head, encouraging him to bite, he did not deny himself any longer. His teeth sank into her shoulder and he came the second her blood hit his tongue. Sabelle moaned and arched into him, finding one last release with him at the same time.
He hovered over her for a moment then slipped down, nestling against her warm flesh and letting his jaws relax. Her eyes opened again as they slowly caught their breath, arms sliding around him and cradling him against her. He licked the bite shut then sighed and closed his eyes contentedly…
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Fate and Blood, 50 percent Solution