Somewhere In Between

Title: Somewhere In Between
Author: MakaiKitty
Rating: NC-17
Category: Original Fantasy, "Fate" storyline
Pairing: Victor/Blaine, Victor/Caspian, North/Victor, Victor/Tamara, Sorrel/Tamara, Telen/Caspian
Warnings (this chapter): Het, hand job, blood, M/F
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Status: Complete
Story Notes: This story contains characters that were first introduced in "Fate". However, it is not really necessary to have read "Fate" to understand this story. In fact, you may like Victor better if you haven't read "Fate". As for those of you who have read "Fate"? No, Shayne and Lexi will not be showing up in this fic. Maybe in later stories (Victor has a long back story), but not this one. Also, I have a general outline for this story, but everything isn't set in stone yet. Just like with "Perceived Perceptions", I'm sure that some things will not go as planned. So, the warning lable above is just a general guide, I really don't know for sure where this fic will go. Just a warning, if you're squicky about some stuff (don't worry, there won't be beastiality or scat or anything too extreme) then read the warnings at the start of each chapter. However, I know from experiance, that most of my regular readers can handle anything that I throw at them, so I'm not too worried about any of you. Either way, I hope you enjoy the fic...

Chapter Notes: There is a het warning on this chapter, for those of you who read my work just for the slash. But, don't worry, there will be more lovely boy on boy action very soon, I promise. Please let me know how I did, since I don't write het very often.

Somewhere In Between

Chapter Thirteen: White as Snow

It had been more than a week and Victor still couldn't get the sight of the defeated sorceress and her companions out of his mind. Their bodies mangled, their unseeing eyes staring up at him, pleading with him to understand the reasons behind their actions. They haunted his dreams as well as his waking hours. Equally as haunting were the lion's last words. Sorrel had refused to speak about it after that night, as he had anticipated, and Victor was once again left with more questions than answers. Neither North or Caspian had been able to gather any further information for him either. It left the young vampire frustrated and more than a little distracted. His mind was occupied by thoughts of the Kokkonor and little else.

He paid his surroundings little mind as he opened the door to his rooms, toeing off his shoes with an absentmindedness born of routine, tossing his chocolate brown jacket onto a chair before walking into the bedroom to retrieve a forgotten notebook from his nightstand. The first thing that told Victor that something was amiss was the gentle billowing of the black velvet curtains that hung from the full length windows near the bed. He distinctly remembered having closed all of the windows before leaving for the day, but now they were opened to let in the breeze from outside, the scents of a fast approaching storm filling the room with pleasant aromas. Victor became instantly alert, his eyes scanning the room for an intruder, his memory calling up images of three now dead trespassers who had found their way onto the castle grounds not so very long ago. That was when he saw something else out of place in his rooms. He knew that he had left the heavy burgundy brocade hangings on his four-poster bed closed that morning, but now they were pulled back and fastened to the posts with golden cords, revealing a lone figure lounging on the mass of pillows at the head of his bed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his body instantly relaxing, now more curious than apprehensive. "Shouldn't you be studying with Sorrel right about now?"

"I was worried about you." Tamara answered, rearranging herself across the bed and gesturing for Victor to join her. She frowned when the vampire didn't immediately move to join her, but she shrugged it off and smiled brightly up at him all the same. "You haven't fed in almost two weeks."

"And how do you know that, little one?" Victor already knew the answer, but he asked anyway. "Been keeping watch over me?"

"Sorrel tells me things." Tamara replied, a meaningful glance letting Victor know that her statement was meant to be anything but innocent. "And one of the things that she told me was that you haven't fed from anyone since you took your first taste from me. That was nearly two weeks ago."

"A vampire only needs to feed once or twice a month, at most." Victor reminded her. "I assure you that I am perfectly fine."

"Yes, but you're young and your body has needs." Tamara smiled coyly from behind a veil of tousled golden locks. "Needs that I'm more than willing to fulfill, Master Victor."

"Did Sorrel send you here to say that to me?" Victor knew that she had, and that was the only reason that he hadn't pounced on the lovely young human the moment that he had found her so conveniently in his bed. He was hungry, his obsession with the Kokkonor having distracted him from his more physical needs as of late, and while it was true that he did desire the girl to a certain degree he was not willing to play Sorrel's games. He could find a feed and a bedmate all on his own! "Is this her clever way of making up for the fact that she has been so evasive lately? If so, you can return to her bed right now and tell her that I do not accept her apology."

"Sorrel does think that you need a lamb." She conceded, not in the least put off by Victor's seeming anger and lack of interest. "But I happen to agree with her."

"A lamb?" Victor couldn't believe that he had just heard Tamara say that. Did the two women really think that he would accept Sorrel's lover as his exclusive feeding partner? He was a man now, an adult in the eyes of all of their kind, and yet the sorceress sought to control him even more completely than she had as a child? Victor hadn't thought that even Sorrel was that obsessive. "I do not need the responsibility of a lamb right now. I will find suitable partners if and when I need to feed, partners of my choosing, and I will find them on my own. I don't want a lamb."

"And certainly not one who's your mother's lover?" Tamara finished for him. "I thought you might say that."

"If you knew that I would say something like that then what are you doing here right now?" Victor had to admit that he was intrigued by the young woman before him more and more. She was obviously intelligent and quick witted, playful and unafraid where most humans would cower before him, and he was beginning to suspect that she was also a bit of an untamed spirit. He was left wondering if Sorrel even knew what she had gotten her hands on. "Does she even know that you're here?"

"She'll figure it out." The human giggled when she said this, and Victor found the sound contagious. Not many people could speak so flippantly about Sorrel and still find it in themselves to laugh. He wasn't sure if that made her brave or just mad. "And, even though I knew you wouldn't want to accept our offer right away, I thought that there might be something that I could do to change your mind."

"Tamara-"

"You don't have to decide right now." She began crawling down towards the end of the bed and closer to Victor, a feral grin on her lips that he wouldn't have previously thought a human capable of. Her pale eyes were hooded and they glittered with cunning mischief, and no small amount of lust, as she licked her lips while she watched her target through a fringe of delicate lashes. "Just feed from me for tonight, slake your thirst, end that burning that I know is tearing at you from deep inside. I know you want to. Know you need to." Victor felt almost hypnotized by the gently swaying figure before him, moving with animal grace, and he knew suddenly that although his species made him a hunter tonight he was the prey. "Use me." Tamara used her hands to grab on to Victor's shirt and pull herself up off of the bed, moving along his body as she did, leaving a scorching heat in her wake. "It's what I want. What I came here for." Finally she was eye to eye with the vampire, nothing more than a breath separating them, and she smiled sweetly before bridging that gap and bringing their lips together in a teasing brush of flesh on flesh. "Don't be so cruel as to leave me wanting, Master Victor, it won't do either of us any good."

Victor had to admit that her offer was very tempting. He needed to feed soon, another day at most and he would begin to feel the effects of his self-neglect, and she did seem to come to him willingly. Did it really matter that he was playing right into Sorrel's plans? It was, after all, just one night. For now, anyway.

Coming to a decision Victor threaded his fingers into soft golden locks, tugging at the short strands to bring him back into contact with the tempting sight before him, crushing their lips together in a bruising kiss. He dominated the younger woman's mouth, and Tamara let him, whimpering excitedly as Victor plunged his tongue between her soft pink lips to taste her more fully. He didn't release her until he had taken a place on the bed, pulling Tamara's insignificant weight into his lap, groaning as her warmth fell against his body, not breaking the kiss until he felt that they both might pass out from lack of oxygen if they didn't stop.

"I take it that's a yes?" Tamara giggled breathlessly, twining her arms around Victor's neck as she settled herself more firmly across his lap. "You won't regret it. I can fell your hunger as if it were a physical thing."

Victor just growled. He knew that Tamara was right, that he needed this, needed her, and he strongly suspected that she was right about him not regretting it as well. And, at the moment, he was in no mood to argue even if she was wrong.

He let his hand slide down the slender column of Tamara's throat, following his fingertips with a brush of his lips, smiling into the touch when he heard the lovely blond moan in response. He kept his touches feather light, enjoying the way that Tamara squirmed with each teasing caress, but soon the sound of the human's heartbeat and the feel of it thrumming against his mouth became a call so strong that it threatened to turn his pleasure to pain. After so many days without a proper feed, and still so new to the whole experience, Victor didn't have much patience to draw the experience out as he would have liked to. His touch quickly became more insistent, his lips parting to allow his fangs to press against the thin skin beneath his mouth, scraping against the delicate flesh but not yet breaking it. He ran his fangs across the throbbing vein that traveled the length of Tamara's neck experimentally, loving the way that it made Tamara moan and cling more tightly to him, and he had fully intended to puncture the skin on his next sweep but a sudden and unexpected touch from the woman in his lap made him pause midmovement.

"What are you doing?" Victor gasped as Tamara continued the task at hand, namely unbuttoning Victor's pants and drawing out his rapidly hardening manhood with her delicate yet sure hands. The feeling of her soft fingers pulling at the most sensitive portions of his anatomy made the vampire squirm, and had he had the presence of mind to still be able to think clearly he might have wondered if she weren't enacting a little payback for his earlier teasing.

"I said that I'd take care of you, didn't I?" Her smile was so sweet and innocent, completely at odds with what her body was doing, and Victor was left with no idea whether she had said any such thing. Not that he really cared at the moment. "Just do what you were doing and I'll take care of the rest." Then, fixing the object of her desire with an intense blue stare, she gave him a firm stroke and an even firmer demand. "Bite me. I want to feel your fangs in me. Now."

"Who am I to deny a lady's request?" Victor quipped, regaining some of his control as he grew accustomed to the delicious torment of Tamara's hands on his erection. He let himself revel in the feel of her soft fingers griping him for the briefest of moments and then, in the next breath, Victor reared back and sank his fangs as deeply into the softly yielding flesh of Tamara's neck as they would go. The salty sweet flavor that filled his mouth as Tamara's blood quickly pumped into him was every bit as intoxicating as he had remembered, and Victor swore to himself as he swallowed the first divine mouthful of mortality that he would never allow himself to go so long without feeding ever again. The near painful pleasure of the hot liquid burning it's way down his throat, the way that his head suddenly felt light as the precious elixir took over his senses, the siren's call that tempted him to take ever more of the taste into himself, it was as close to perfection as Victor could ever hope to feel. And he knew that it was a sensation that he would never grow tired of so long as he existed. He griped the mortal in his arms even tighter, bucking his hips into her touch, drawing forth her essence with greater strength as he felt himself nearing completion from the mixture of touch and taste. He never wanted it to end.

Tamara moaned along with Victor, feeling as much joy from stroking Victor as he fed from her as she would have had he been inside of her all the while. She arched into his touch, pressing her throat as close to him as he wanted, all but begging him to take all that she was and then some. She didn't want him to ever stop, even if the inevitable conclusion would be her own death. Right then, it didn't matter. All that mattered was the hard body against hers, the strong arms wrapped around her, the firm flesh that pulsed in her hands, and the devious mouth that pulled at her very soul as it fought to draw every last ounce of her life from her body. It was Heaven and Hell all in one. With one last, powerful suck, and a growl from the vampire she was pleasuring Tamara felt herself come undone, and she climaxed with a wail that must have been heard clear across the castle and beyond. She cried her pleasured as her body was rocked with spasms, her hand tightening on Victor's manhood, barely registering the feeling of him cumming hot and sure across her suddenly still fingers. Her vision blurred and she hardly noticed when the insistent suckling at her neck became nothing more than a lazy laving of a rough tongue at the slow trickle of blood that seeped out of the two tiny pinprick holes in her flesh.

Victor sat rocking the tiny form in his arms, his grip tight as he came down from the amazing high that he had just experienced. Her taste, her touch, the intensity of it all had resulted in one of the most amazing climaxes of his young life. A tension that he hadn't even realized had been building within him over the past few weeks was suddenly gone, and Victor felt more at ease than he had in a very long time. Victor looked down at the girl that he held so closely, intent on thanking her for giving him something that he hadn't even realized that he had needed, but the sight that met his eyes made him smile and place the gentlest of kisses on the beauty's forehead. Tamara's eyes were heavy, half lidded, and she balanced on the precarious slope into oblivion. She seemed to be forcing herself to stay awake, trying and failing to raise her hand to stroke at his dark hair, now plastered haphazardly against his sweat slicked skin. He gently placed his hand over hers, closing her smaller fingers and laying a kiss upon the nuckels, chuckling to himself as he lifted Tamara and placed her under the covers. "Hush now, you've done enough, my sweet little lamb." Tamara smiled and nuzzled into the pillow, already well on her way to being lost in an exhausted slumber. After tucking the blankets more securely around Tamara Victor quickly shed his shirt and followed the sorceress-to-be into the bed. He drew her into his arms and kissed her forehead again, whispering into her ear before he too was lost to dreams. "Thank you."

TBC ...