My dark lover, a bizarre magician and stone killer

Pissin walked despite the heaviness he felt in his legs. It took
awhile but at last he also could see the light that Abner had
talked about. The swordsman's heart beat a little faster and he
found some latent, unexpected energy that came with the reality
that he might well very soon be free. Finally he stepped out of
the darkness into something unlike anything he'd ever witnessed
before.

He found himself in a huge room. The light came from a roof-like
structure high above the vast polished stone beneath Pissin's
feet. The light was strangely tinted also, not exactly like sunlight
but somehow different. There were several strange plants that
grew within the room. Smallish trees with lovely white leaves
dominated the scene. Pissin found them quite beautiful but their
oddness bothered him somehow. In the center of the room there
was a slightly raised, rounded terrace that was crowned by a
large dais. This object was beautifully sculpted and covered by
very unusual caligraphy. Pissin had seen such things once
before many years ago when Ranorraka had taken him on a tour
of an ancient ruined city that had been built by elves. Whatever
this place was, it must have also been built by elves. That easily
explained the beauty of its design.

The far edges of the room were cloaked in darkness. Pissin
could not see an exit as yet but he hoped there had to be one.
At least this was a good place to rest until he had the strength to
send Soul out to look for a way to escape the underground. Then
something else caught the swordsman's eye. A few yards behind
the dais stood three sets of ancient elven armor. Pissin's quick,
narrowed gaze fell on the one in the middle. It had a sparkling
silver gilded scabbard about its mid secition. From the scabbard
protruded the hilt of a...sword?!

Much excited, Pissin grasped the hilt and pulled the blade free.
It was a fabulous weapon, ancient and forged by a genius. The
blade was perfectly balanced and hummed softly as he slashed
through the stale underground air. Truly, it was love at first sight
and the swordsman fell into a near trance-like state, so keen was
his interest in the unexpected treasure. That might have been a
mortal mistake had not the alert Abner, who didn't give a shit about
swords, suddenly squealed loudly. "Behind you Pissin!"

Pissin whirled about just in time to witness a true abomination.
The thing was horrible. Something like a man but much more
like a ghastly beast. Whatever it was, the long fangs and sharpe
claws that reached for the boy signaled quick death for anything
that offered up accomodating flesh. Despite his exhaustion, an
intense rush of adrenalin allowed the swordsman to leap back
just enough to avoid the sweep of the wicked talons. Then Pissin
watched amazed as the thing fell on all fours. Apparently it
was more comfortable in this stance. In this position the horrid
creature took on the aspects of a huge rabid lion. There were
more surprises to follow...the thing spoke in guttural voice that
just managed to be understandable.

"Stand still pathetic human and I will end your miserable
existence quickly. I am quite famished and in no mood to chase
you about."

Pissin had heard enough and slashed with the sword. The thing
recoiled but not quite soon enough. The angry cut across its
snout was not especially deep but it was painful. The thing drew
back and screamed horribly. However, the thing quickly regained
its composure and eyed the boy with a fierce stare. "You surely
should not have done that. You are weary and I am fresh, I will
take my time and kill you slowly. I can be patient...especially
when such tender flesh as yours shall be my reward!"

Pissin was worried because the beast was right. The sword
may keep the creature away for now but fatigue, hunger, and
thirst would soon lead to a mistake; one that would no doubt
be fatal. The boy was in no shape to go on the offensive, it
was with great effort that he stood there and raised the sword.
Still, a great anger swelled in the boy...this horrid beast was
not only ugly but arrogant. He was determined to teach the
powerful monster a lesson despite the slim chances of a victory
over the thing. "Allow me to pray for a minute or two. I can see
the hoplessness of the situation great beast and I will succumb
to your will if you swear to kill me quickly and painlessly. Still,
I must pray and commend my soul to the gods. Therefore, give
me your vow that you will allow a few moments to humble myself
unmolested."

The monster smiled, perhaps he would not have to wait long for
his meal after all. "Very well, I shall move back a bit and rest
myself. Say your prayers, then lay the sword aside...then I will
make quick work of your demise, and as painlessly as possible."

Pissin nodded and the beast moved several yards away. Pissin
knelt to his knees, closed his eyes(after first asking Abner to
keep his eyes on the thing), and even let the sword lay against the
hard polished stone of the flooring. Then he began to softly
chant. In reality, the boy was resting himself and meditating, all
designed to gather strength for some kind of spell...albeit a very
small one. At last Pissin spoke directly to the lion-monster.

"I am ready, come ahead then." Pissin pushed the sword to the
side and seemed indeed very resigned to his fate. The triumphat
beast came closer, licking its lips in anticipation. When it was
dangerously close, Pissin looked up and pointed directly at the
thing. Suddenly a small but white hot fireball shot from his finger
and hit the monster directly upon its fur covered chest. The thing
screamed again from this new agony and raced in the opposite
direction of the still kneeling boy. Pissin knew that the tiny
fireball was hardly powerful enough to do serious damage but
he was satisfied with at least having hurt the thing. Now he
wondered if the strength remained to stand. With much effort
he did and wearily lifted the blade.

From somewhere nearby drifted a voice that sounded almost
more like the sound of soft strange music. The melodious accent
that rolled off the tongue of the speaker seemed almost magical.
Pissin was to tired to be startled but his eyes quickly scanned
left and right until he spotted a shadowy figure just at the edge
of the odd light. "I said you should move closer to the dais for
there the creature can not harm you. He is forbidden to mount
the platform that holds the object."

"Who are you? Reveal yourself..." Pissin grunted, his throat so
dry that the sound of his own voice frightened him.

Then, with steps that made no sound, the figure emerged from
the darkness and revealed itself in the light. It, she, was the
most striking sight that Pissin had ever seen. A beautiful woman
walked slowly but confidently towards him. Her body was soft
and round yet firm and athletic. Her curves were more than
generous and barely covered by an exotic, opaque material. Her
hair was past her waist and black as night. Her eyes were huge
and dark and her skin shaded a beautiful hue of golden. The
woman's mouth was wide and her lips full and perfectly sculpted.

"My name is Eylillia," the girl said. "What are you called great
and beautiful wizard." As the girl drew nearer she smiled. Had
she been able to penetrate the darkness of Pissin's goggles she
would have noted the sudden widening of his eyes. He had
glimpsed prominent fangs when the girl smiled. Pissin's heart
sank lower than the soles of his feet. Out of the frying pan into
the fire...this girl was a vampire. Regardless, he instinctively
heeded her advice and struggled closer to the dais, which also
happened to be away from the alluring doom that promised fresh
danger for the beleagered boy.

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"Do not be afraid handsome wizard, Eylillia is simply curious as
to how and why you came here. You look very tired, as if you'd
been through a great trial of some kind. I might be inclined to
help you restore your great powers."

"Keep your distance vampire..." Pissin growled and tried to wave
the blade after a more menacing fashion. Still, his hand shook
noticeably from the effort. He glanced at the monster which
glowered at him malevolently. However, it made no effort to
attack. Perhaps, the thing was forbidden to mount the platform.
However, the vampire suffered no such limits for she stood only
a few feet away, her slender arms folded casually across her
very much more than ample breasts. She wore silver bracelets
that sparkled with rubies and other gemstones. Pissin barely
noticed for his eyes were drawn to those magnificently shaped
breasts, those wonderful lips, and the dark liquid pools that were
the girl's eyes. He shook his head and pushed those insane
lustful feelings away. She was a vampire and without a doubt
she wanted nothing half as much as draining every ounce of
blood from his body...and then she'd most likely start on Abner.
Pissin could feel the rat trembling as it clung fearfully to the boy's
broad shoulder.

"Let me give you wine...you must be terribly thirsty," Eylillia said
in that soft lovely voice that the boy reckoned had probably lured
hundreds to their doom.

"Wine," Pissin uttered the word before he realized what he was
doing. His tongue felt like an old piece of boot leather. He
passed it over his baked lips and spoke again with effort. He felt
like a grand fool for taking the bait. "You got wine here?"

"Yes, I will fetch some...just stay near the dais and Zorgt will not
harm you though he would like nothing better to be sure. He is
forbidden by an ancient spell to mount the platform. I suppose
you would say he is something of a watchdog for this place...and
has been for a thousand years. I will be back in a moment."

Eylillia was more than true to her word, no longer had Pissin
realized she was gone than she returned. Her hand held a large
glass filled to the brim with an attractive white liquid. Pissin
might have been half addled by his ordeal but his nose still
worked just fine. Whatever the liquid was, it smelled like wine.

Pissin lifted the sword. " Keep your distance vampire. Place the
wine on the dais and I'll give it a look."

Eylillia seemed to take offense to Pissin's standoffish stance.
Her lips momentarily formed a hint of a pout. Then she shrugged
and smiled before placing the drink upon the dais. After she'd
backed away, Pissin took a few tortured steps and grasped the
container. Whilst eyeing the girl cautiously, he snifted and
glanced at the liquid. Then he let the end of his tongue just
barely touch the fluid. Shit, it tasted heavenly. Suddenly, he lost
all control, turned the glass up and drained it within seconds.
Quickly his gaze returned to the undead female. She had not
moved but instead smiled. It was apparent that the girl did
her best to not expose her long fangs overmuch.

Pissin was greatly puzzled but he felt warmth and strength surge
through his veins as the wonderful wine worked its way rapidly
though his body. He smacked his lips. "I think you for that, it
was very good indeed." His legs regained their steadiness and
Pissin found himself wishing for more but he dared not ask. It
would be his last mistake to get drunk right now. However, he
did not protest in the least when Eylillia volunteered to fetch him
another. As quickly as before she returned with another glass
and put it carefully on the dais. Pissin allowed her to appoach
him just a bit more closely but his eyes never left hers. The
second glass he drank a bit more slowly. The wine was very
strong but most of it went to his weakened limbs and not to his
head...although it was just as true he felt his guard slipping just
slightly.

"I can sense your great powers returning handsome young
wizard. What wonders you must be able to perform when you
are fresh and rested. It makes Eylillia feel good to know that
I have pleased you in some small way."

"I'm NOT a wizard," Pissin protested, his tongue lubricated and
loosened considerably. "I know a few magic tricks that I learned
long ago, no big deal really. Truth is, I'm about as ordinary as a
guy can get. I like wine, song, and girls with big boobs..."
Pissin's voice trailed off as he realized what he'd said. The wine
had a helluva lot more kick than he realized. Still, he half wished
he could have some more. In the meanwhile, he drank in the
sight of the vampire's huge perfect melons. A fire was burning
inside him, part of it was a magical fire. However, the fire that
smoldered freshly in his crotch was a different kind of fire to be
sure.

"I wish that I had some meat to give you," Eylillia said. "Oh, but
I do have something...I'd almost forgotten." She went to a quite
ordinary looking bush and busied herself for a few moments.
Then she brought the swordsman some berries. Humans and
animals like this berries as I recall. Perhaps your rodent friend
could use something to refresh him as well?"

Pissin had almost forgotten about Abner. He took the berries
directly from the vampire's hand and offered one to the rat. The
furry creature quickly chomped the fruit down and sighed with
delight. "Please, can I have another?" Abner begged his human
friend. Pissin gave the rodent several more before trying one
himself. They hadn't killed the rat so maybe...? They were sweet
and actually quite delicious. By the time he and Abner had
finished them Eylillia returned with a bowl of the ripe berries and
another glass of wine.

The vampire still scared the shit out of Pissin but the food and
drink she'd given him had turned the swordsman into a new man.
He sat at the foot of the dais and drank. "It's nothing personal
Eylillia, cause you been pretty cool so far. But I still know you
want to suck out my blood so don't get to close. I don't want to
torch you with a fireball but I got to cover my ass if you know
what I mean."

Eylillia's shoulders slumped a little but he got the feeling that
somehow she understood. It was all kind of crazy to Pissin but
that didn't stop him from sipping the wine to the point of getting
more than a little buzzed. Still, he kept the sword lying ready
across his lap as he poured a bit of the precious drink into his
rat's mouth. Pissin knew, that even drunk, he could decapitate
anything or anybody in a flash. He was starting to fear the girl
a lot less with a bellyfull of strong booze and tasty berries.

"I want to please you powerful wizard," Eylillia offered in a
voice both tentative yet beautifully soft. "What is this place,
I suspect it was built long, long ago by elves?" the boy asked.

"Why yes, that's right. I come here to be alone and forget about
all that lies on the outside. I like the beauty of this place. I never
eat but I like wine. I drink and talk with Zorgt. We are both lonely
creatures you know. He is bound here and doesn't seem to mind
the company. I never expected a beautiful and powerful wizard
to show up from nowhere. I...I'm quite delighted I must say."

Pissin watched as the vampire stretched her long legs out on
the polished marble platform. Then she stroked them in an
absent minded way. Sometimes she would trace her collarbone
with a long fingernail. These little things mesmerized the boy.
He was glad she couldn't see his eyes clearly. He found himself
wondering if a vampire's flesh could be as warm as it looked soft.
He almost wanted to touch her to see. Yet, he knew that that
could never happen unless he wanted to risk a certain death.
True, the girl didn't seem to pose a threat but Pissin knew for a
fact that vampires could charm anyone. That was part of their
power...their victims were often more than willing to allow their
killer's fangs to bite deeply into the flesh. It was all part of a
game in a way. Pissin was getting drunk enough that he began
to see himself as an expert at the game. After all, V had told
him many stories, tales only a vampire hunter would know. After
all, that was part of the brother's trade, to know the serects and
methods of those he sought.

Pissin grimaced a bit when he thought of his brother...what a
royal asshole. V had fucked Rita and that truly sucked big time.
Pissin didn't know what he saw in that girl and he partly blamed
himself for breaking his vow and getting tossed in jail. Maybe it
was better this way. It was probably best to just make a clean
break before Rita really got to him, if she hadn't already. Pissin
took another swig of wine and his mind drifted back to that night
when he'd been sick and Rita had let him suck her titty. The
memory caused blood to rush to the boy's cock. His eyes
went instinctively to the proud, plump tittys of the vampire girl.
Shit! Pissin shut his eyes tight and tried to think of something
else. There had to be a lot better reasons to die but right at the
moment he couldn't think of a damned one!

Pissin woke with a start! How stupid it had been to fall asleep. He
felt like he was still alive though? Abner was curled up on his
chest and breathing deeply, immersed in his own slumber. Pissin
looked around and realized the vampire had not been only a dream
after all. Eylillia sat a few feet away. She smiled at him. The boy's
hand immediately sought the hilt of the elven sword. "Keep your
distance," Pissin growled. "I'm not sleeping, I merely rested my
eyes for a moment."

"Why do you still fear little Eylillia handsome one, you have slept
for hours and I merely stood watch. If I meant you harm I would
have already done so...wouldn't I?"

Pissin scratched his shaven head and pondered the girl's words.
"Abner was keeping watch, I bet he only just now dropped off...yes
that's the answer. No doubt you were about to pounce and rip my
throat out."

"You are mistaken, I haven't fed on a human in many, many years.
When I feed I prefer a young lamb. Humans eat their flesh, I feast
on the blood...we really aren't so different if you think about it. Of
course Eylillia is something of an outcast from the vampire clans."

Pissin's head was starting to throb. All of this was confusing him.
He streched at bit, and despite himself, his eyes followed the sweet
curves of the vampire's body. "I got to admit you seem pretty cool
in a lot of ways but don't think I'm being fooled by your act. A
vampire is a vampire...even if some are sexy as fucking hell."

"Some of your words hurt me but others make me happy. What
are you called great wizard?"

"Pissin."

"Now that you are rested, I was wondering if you might do another
of your magic "tricks" for me. The little fireball was delightful
although I wish you hadn't struck poor Zorgt. I wouldn't have let
him kill you."

"I didn't know that," Pissin replied. He found it hard to admit to
himself, but for some insane reason he did want to please the
beautiful undead girl. He thought for a moment and then began a
little chant...perhaps a demonstration of his power might prompt
these creatures to withhold attacking him. He gently lifted the
still sleeping Abner and placed him at his side. Then the boy rose
to a sitting position, put his hands together as if to form a cup and
all the while the chant continued.

At last a smallish yellow ball took shape in the boy's hands. He
released it and watched as it magically lifted into the air just above
their heads. He returned to his chant and more balls formed, one
red, one blue, one green, and finally one a delightful pink. The five
pretty orbs hovered in mid air until Pissin spoke a few more words
that had no meaning that Eylillia could understand. Then, the balls
moved about, but only in a very confined area. They constantly
bumped against each other. Each time this happened a lovely
musical note escaped into the air. Soon the balls were playing an
ancient and haunting melody that was so fascinating that even
Zorgt relaxed and his eyes grew soft.

Eylillia said nothing but her expression told all that Pissin needed
to know. The girl watched the light show and listened to the music
as if she'd never heard anything like it before, and likely she hadn't.

After several minutes, the music stopped and the balls began to
disappear one at a time. Pissin spoke again and the music began
to play again, apparently from nowhere. He was enjoying the show
himself to the point that at first he hadn't noticed Eylillia's little
hand resting on his shin. His first impulse was to shrug it off but
he hesitated. He knew that he was playing with fire...a fire that
burned a lot hotter than any fireball he could conjure.

At last the music stopped and Eylillia finally spoke, "that was quite
simply amazing." Her melodic voice was barely a whisper and
she stared at Pissin with stark admiration. The boy blushed despite
his best efforts to not do so. Abner snuggled close to his leg and
whispered also, "I think she likes you."

Pissin tried to answer softly but his deep voice rumbled and echoed
through the lofty chamber, "steady Abner, old buddy, I suspect a
ruse. We should stay alert."

Eylillia glanced their way and her shoulders dropped. Her face
turned towards the darkness and she rested her chin on her slender
forearms. "If you were so worried about her, why did you guzzle
all that wine until you passed out?" Abner inquired quite matter of
factly. "And please speak rat...your tongue is still a bit difficult for
me to make out."

Pissin grimaced with annoyment. "You were supposed to be
keeping watch, remember?"

"I was drunk too," Abner replied. "Vampires don't like rats do they?"

"That depends on how bad they need blood I should think," Pissin
answered. "Whatever, I'm sure old Zorgt over there wouldn't pass
up a nice plump rat for supper. He has to eat something down here
I would think."

Abner gasped slightly and fell silent. "Maybe, if Eylillia really is
friendly, she will lead us out of here. I suppose I could let Soul do
the job but why waste my strength when we can test out our new
"friend." Pissin fell deep into thought.

"Eylillia, would it be to much to ask of you to lead us out of here?"

The girl answered, her voice tinted with disappointment. "Are you
ready to go so soon. I'd rather hoped we might talk some more. I
suppose that was foolish of me...expecting to delay such a great
and powerful wizard."

"Well, I am a bit busy...its not that I don't appreciate all you've done
for me but I hope you can understand how weird it seems...you
know, a human and a vampire keeping company and all?"

"I do understand but I actually like humans you see. That's the
thing that makes me different from my own kind. Now humans
and vampires shun me. That is why I dwell here with Zorgt, for all
his faults, he dosen't mind my company as he stands watch over
his deserted Elf artifact. However, I see that you want to go and
perhaps its best if we leave now. I would dread becoming more
attached to you...if such a thing were possible?"

The girl started walking and Pissin quickly followed. He glanced
at Zorgt. The creature shot a hateful stare at the swordsman but
didn't make an effort to follow. It was obvious that Eylillia had
some power over the thing. Perhaps it loved her, in its own way
that is.

After bending low, the couple entered something like an old mine
shaft. Pissin could see fairly well thanks to his glasses but the
going was still treacherous. The ground was pitted with potholes
and strewn with boulders of all sizes. In some places the rocks
were dangerously smooth and slick. In other places loose gravel
made the footing uncertain. Pissin sensed that the girl, who could
no doubt see better than a human, was having more than her
share of difficulty and they proceeded slowly. Eventually they
reached a placed where Eylillia paused. "Here we start upwards, it
will take awhile because the opening is part way up a mountain I'm
afraid."

Pissin had no way of knowing if she told the truth. For all he knew,
she might well be leading them straight into a vampire coven. Yet
he felt strangely unafraid despite the nagging doubts. He motioned
for Eylillia to proceed and she did. They had traveled on a few
minutes when the vampire stepped atop a large loose rock and
lost her footing. She yelped with alarm as her shapely body flew
backwards. Quick as a cat Pissin gathered her in his powerful
arms. He was surprised to find her body very soft and warm indeed.
She turned slowly in his grasp and her arms shot around his neck.
Before he could stop her she kissed him full on the lips, her tongue
sought his. His first impulse was to push her away but the aching
in his crotch delayed him. The kiss lasted for quite some time
before the girl tentatively moved her lips to his neck. He half
expected the sharpe pain of fangs penetrating to his jugular but
her kisses were only soft and wet. Abner scampered away and
watched amazed. Eylillia's firm thigh ground against the boy's
cock, prompting a huge erection to form. "Oh Pissin!" The vampire
groaned and slipped her hand into the front of his pants.

It was now Pissin's turn to moan as the girl freed his cock and
vigorously worked the entire length. They staggered about
clumsily until he found a place relatively free of rubble. There they
sank into the darkness as the girl smothered the stubble on his
chin with gentle kisses. Her breasts were every bit as soft and
firm as he'd imagined. As he sucked one into his starved mouth
the girl's breaths quickened. Pissin knew vampires had no heart-
beat but there were plenty of other signs that the girl responded
keenly to his lovemaking.

He guided his stiff prick into her and the girl grunted, "oh, oh, oh,
ooooohhhh! Ahhhhh..." Pissin hadn't been laid in a long time and
despite the fact that Eylillia was a vampire...he couldn't recall ever
having anything quite as wonderful as what she was giving him.
In the darkness he closed his eyes and imagined that the face that
blew hot breaths upon his cheek and chest belonged to Rita. Then
he sort of hated himself but that only led him to fuck Eylillia with
all the more vigor.

"I love you Pissin," the vampire whispered time and time again
between deep gasps for whatever it was that passed for undead
breaths.

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Rita stretched and wearily climbed from her bed. It was still
pitch dark outside and her anger grew with each second. What
was it that couldn't possibly wait until dawn? She grasped a
razor sharp dagger that V had given her and tentatively opened the
door just an inch. Her eyes widened and suddenly it was hard to
breath. Almost unknowningly she opened the door wide and stared
at the filthy man there. He was half covered with mud and his
eyes stared back from deep sockets. This starving wastrel couln't
possibly be...Pissin!

"Wh...what happened to you?" Rita stammered. She cringed from
the weird sound of her own voice. Despite longing for this moment
she unquestionably dreaded it as well.

Pissin was not smiling but he didn't appear mad either. He took a
quick look around and shot inside quickly. Rita noticed that he'd
picked up a strange new sword somewhere. The swordsman
looked into the girl's shocked face and grimly declared, "we need
to talk real bad...and I ain't got a lot of time."

As Rita closed the door she noticed the odd howling of a strange
wind coming from somewhere far off in the night. Did it carry a
hint of anger, or was that madness she detected?