Have Vampire, Will Travel

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A/N: First of all, I'd like to
thank all of you who have actually reviewed. Sure, I would have finished this
story if I had zip, but it would have taken a lot longer. It will still take me
awhile to have a definite ending, but it will take less time than it would. So
give yourselves a pat on the back for helping the vampire get into the sack
more often sooner. ^.^

~Jameta

 

Have Vampire, Will Travel

 

Chap. 2- Storm Clouds

 

"Modern
society has such dull and breakable rules."

 

           
"Bard, cut it out!" hisses a perturbed Ta-Cha, gripping her black
leather seat viciously.

           
"All else is asleep, even the attendants," the vampire whispers back,
licking the side of her neck again, "And I cannot calm myself any other
way."

           
"Well," she begins as his tongue slides up her face, "You're
going to hafta' think of something else!"

           
Pushing him off of her, she indigently crosses her arms and props herself
against the fiberglass window surrounded by a slate barrier from her first-class
chair, glaring out at the black sky surrounding their flight. What she wouldn't
do to be out there in the frigid air on the wing instead of inside this stuffy,
dimly lit, old-spiced cabin with her companion. Outside of bed, the hybrid's
uses have proved limited, not to mention a pain in the ass: he has been
constantly high-strung about everything everywhere that is new to him. Needless
to say, she had ended up paying for a dozen or so broken items, and now on the
plane, he is jittery and incessantly fidgeting, raising her already
sky-scraping tension from the past few days of preparation and travel, using
his discomfort to get rather too close to her in public. Landing will not come
soon enough, and when it does, she will praise the invention of separate beds
at their luxury hotel. Sure, Bard will most likely piss and moan about it, but
when it comes down to "playing" with him, it is true that you can
have too much of a good thing; she cannot remember a time when her hips have
ever been so sore in her entire life. It will also serve him right, too; she
can't be always babying him, so he will have to suck it in and learn to get
over his obsessive need for her.

           
Meanwhile, her cohort frowns dejectedly. He can't help it; the environment they
were herded and are cooped up into with a pack of strangers is totally
unfamiliar and strange to him, and he desperately needs her touch to comfort
him. Not only that, he can sense her stress, and wishes to ease the strain on
her, as her ill ease also infects him with anxiety. Sighing, the young man
folds his arms across his chest and closes his eyes, attempting to calm himself
as well as please his love by 'behaving'. Is there something wrong with showing
one's affection to another in this recent culture of the progressive world? His
eyes have caught many scenes of couples doing such (the latest being two
teenage sweethearts running off to the back lavatory together, which is even
now puzzling him), and no one around the duos objected (well, no one but he has
noticed the pair on the plane). Maybe Ta-Cha feels it is a weakness of sorts,
to be caught among emotional regularities, and doesn't want it to be a
downfall. Whatever the reason, he has a headache and can take no more of not
being able to see the perfect maiden beside him.

           
"Ta~Cha…" he whines, letting his arms go limp and gazing over to her
face.

           
"What?!" she snaps, her deadly stare resting upon him.

           
"I…" begins the male, his cheeks turning red, "I need an
embrace."

           
"I thought we has this discussion already!"

           
"No, not that! I…"

           
He pauses, biting his lip. Yes, he knows what is coming to him, but he needs to
at least lay down his case…

           
"I need a hug."

           
Angrily, the slayer grabs her small, off-white passenger pillow from behind her
and shoves it into his arms. Oh, and what would he want after that? A simple
kiss? Or maybe a short rendezvous with that other couple in the back? Who cares
about the agreement they made about having sex until they got to the hotel and
their own room? The guy's horny now! Better fill his desires before the moment
passes! Heh, yeah, right, and all werewolves wear wigs. If it wasn't for…wasn't
for…hell, why is she not trying to dispose of him? So they had one night of
passion, big deal. All the other women at the League would be proud of her in
"expanding her tactics" and losing her purity. And how can anyone
be so damn annoying! As soon as they land, she's going to give him a slow and
painful death.

           
"Ta-Cha," whimpers the flustered demon, his hands and bottom lip
shaking.

           
"Bard, you're an adult!" she bites, turning fully around to face him,
"Handle the situation like one instead of a child!"

           
The response she receives is unexpected: he suddenly draws her into a deep kiss
as his arms wrap around her petite body, pulling her awkwardly over the
armrest. Something gives in her mind, and she throws her span around his neck
and brings him on top of her, releasing all of her pent-up feelings. He's not
irritating; the fact that she is so bull-headed is, and she cannot stand the
anxiety he is in: the odd noises, strange people, and loud machines whirling
around him, so different than the peaceful, though lonely, castle he lived in.
She cannot deny that she does enjoy having her close companion upon her,
either, so why fight it? Hungrily, she darts her tongue in his mouth, craving
the moment to lead to more, completely forgetting where they are.

           
"Ta-Cha," breathes her heart's master, breaking the lock, "Thank
you… but we cannot go even that far here."

           
Moaning, the beautiful assassin helps him up, but then flips the cold bar out
from between them, placing her legs on his lap and reaching for his neck to lay
him back upon her. The crossbreed purrs pleasantly, resting his head on her
soft bosom; finally, he can feel at ease. Stroking his white locks, she holds
him close, smiling as she feels the weight upon his mind lift, and plants a
kiss on his forehead when he drifts to sleep. What about him makes her long for
his touch and words? Why is the attraction between them so strong? Though these
questions rake through her weary consciousness, she is too comfortable to
contemplate them. After resting her hands on the middle of his strong back,
she, too, slips to another reality in the stuffy compartment.

 

           
"Why are there two beds?" questions Bard as they stride into their
turquoise donned suite. Their flight had been long and grueling, but they had
slept through most of it, and both are pretty much wide-awake, though in the
Adun's mind, that may not be the case for long, though the double bunks throw
his train of thought a bit off course. The smell of artificial lily blooms waft
lazily throughout the room, while a fan lights the whole interior and a lamp
over each cot provides private illumination.

           
"Do you honestly think I trust you to not seduce me into to intercourse if
we share a bed?!" his partner exclaims, placing their bags into a closet
with a mahogany door opposite of the beautiful ivory bathroom, "I'm taking
a chance by just letting us have the same room!"

           
"But-"

           
"No 'buts'! I'm sore, and you need to learn some self-control, anyway. I
won't always be around, and if we keep going without protection, we won't be
able to even when I am around. So just deal with it!"

           
"Fine!"

           
Without warning, he drops the luggage in his grasps and rushes out, leaving her
stunned and bewildered. What had just happened?! All she did was state her
feelings! Well, she had shouted her terms a bit harshly, but it's not like she
hasn't yelled at him the whole time they've been together! Actually, she had
never raised her voice about the matter of 'playing', nor even told him that
they could not have it one night, as it seems so important to him. Great just
great: she's permanently screwed over her personal life.

           
"She was right," he thinks out loud as he storms out of the grand hotel's
swinging golden doors into the busy streets of London, "We are not meant
to be, and not only because of what we are: I love her too much and wish to
constantly be at her side, and her strong, untamed soul does cannot have me
shackling her down to a calm relationship. I am but a burden…"

           
Sulking, he paces along the gray sidewalks of the lit avenues into the dark,
dripping, cobblestone alleys, not caring where he is going. Why should he? It
his certainly where he should be, among the filth of the city and diseased
rats, for now that he has seen the true picture of him and the Tepes, his life
has no purpose. He should probably just alleviate the planet's grief of evil by
just laying down now in the backwater of the city and rot miserably away.
Ta-Cha's life would undoubtedly be easier, as he would not be around the
complain and fret about the world she is accustom to.

           
"Hey, cutie," a light, feminine voice calls from bd asd as he comes
to a dead end. Turning slowly, still not that focused on anything but his own
problems, acesaces a pastel colored young woman with a long, wavy mane of gold,
her lips shining like maraschino cherries, and her navy eyes made of the
sweetest fresh water dressed in a thin, old-fashioned violet gown damp steam
wiping around her.

           
"Awww, what's wrong?" she fro puc puckering her mouth to a mock pout
as she moves toward him.

           
"Why should you care?" he bites, vexed with the obvious whore's
presence, and turns his attention away.

           
"I can take all of that pain away from those handsome blue eyes,"
breathes the strumpet, being close enough to send a delicate hand out to touch
him, allowing his seive ive nose to trace the scent of other men, "What's
your name?"

           
"What does my name matter?!" the Adun snaps, knocking her hand
fiercely away, "I am of high lineage! I do not have to waste my time with
such a lowly creature as you, moll!"

           
"You'll regret that!" she cries, baring long, ivory fangs, and leaps
at him.

           
"Pitiful witch," he growls, glancing her off to the side with a sweep
of an arm, and displays his own canines, "Do not preach to me of
power!"

           
"But…" gasps the full vampire, her eyes widening in horror,
"But…but your heart still beats, and you have such strength! Who's
coming-fledgling are you?"

           
The half-breed pauses, thinking of the most appropriate way to answer. True, he
was born this way, and he could tell her that, but what of others? They could
hear, and tell a higher force; presently, enslavement doesn't sound that
tempting, as he has just drawn out the perfect plan to rid himself of
existence, and to meet up against a specific slayer and have to fight her
without control is too much. A grin spreads across his face, the response at
last coming to him.

           
"Tepes," he replies, backing toward a dumpster to his side and
breaking a make-shift stake from a worn chair, "Ta-Cha Tepes, my one and
only mistress. Oh, and may God have mercy on your soul, for I cannot be as
forgiving."

           
With that, he charges toward the beast in human form and slams the shaft into
its chest, reducing it to ashes little seconds after a hideous scream rises
through the atmosphere. Lucky bitch.

           
"You're so sweet," giggles a new, but familiar, young voice in the
shadows.

           
"Ta-Cha?" the depressed young man cries, spinning around to face the
embodiment of his solitary pleasure and torment.

           
"Hey," she smiles weakly and places her arms over his shoulders,
"I'm sorry about what I said. I was thinking about how you would feel
about my decision. It's just, I'm so sore from the last few nights.

           
"Oh, Ta-Cha," he sighs, holding her close as crystal tears stream
down his face, "Please forgive me for my behavior, as well. I simply
cannot express my love for you enough, and as I have now come to see, that
oppresses you at times."

           
"Well, then let's make a deal. You can sleep with my in a bed tonight if
you promise not to seduce me into having sex."

          &;
&;
"Instead, maybe I can make it so you will not be so tender before and
after 'play'?"

           
"God, you are so~~~~~~o bad! How can you be so narrow-minded?"

           
"Alas, Aphrodite has cursed you, dear Venusian."

           
"Oh, fine. But it has to work before, and don't use any vampire tricks.
And I still want the promise, since it may not work."

           
"I vow to it, though now you must also abide to it: you stated 'tonight',
which does not restrain me in the morning."

           
"I know what I said!  Do you think I'm a moron?!"

           
"Zealous, are we not?"

           
"Oh, shut-up…hypocrite."

 

           
Tearing his hands through the marble-colored sheets, a sexually frustrated
vampire waits impatiently, sporting a new pair of black satin boxers with the
popular smiley face with fangs, on a soft, king-sized bed for a certain young
woman to finish her bath. The time without her is drawn-out and torturous, yet
it thrills him the way she teases him, knowingly causing him discomfort.

           
It wouldn't be so bad if he had to wear this damn "condom"!

           
Edgily, he digs at the padded mattress with his feet, unconsciously wiping his
scent over the aroma of wild flowers, which the source he has found to be the
perfume spread over the cot. He cannot take it any longer; jumping off the
layered platform, he clamors on all four to the wooden bathroom door and bangs
his fist against the locked barrier, howling his angry and demands for her.
Blasted woman, how long can it take to wash one's self?!

           
"Hold your horses!" cries a well-known female voice, muffled by
splashing water, which causes his ears to perk up, "Nymphomaniac! Remember
our promise!"

           
"Ta~~Cha," he whines, standing slightly and clawing at the nut-brown
portal.

           
"Yes?" warmly answers the maiden, an unplugging noise and the drain
of water joining the gentle resonance of padded steps on a downy bathmat
hovering in the background.

           
"Err…" he hadn't expected her to respond so kindly; he thinks fast,
"I love you."

           
An unsteady pause looms over them; he senses that all movement within the cache
has stopped, confusing him. The door unbolts slowly, opening to reveal the
desired female wrapped in a crimson silk robe, so thin that he can clearly
define her blood-red panties, though an arm across her chest tells she is
without her bra. Her sudden appearance startles him, and he falls backward onto
the carpeted floor.

           
"Bard…" she murmurs as she helps him up, "That's the first
time…you've actually said that…straight out, out of bed…You…you really
do?"

           
Words leave him immediately, and he bends his head to kiss her lovely neck,
sucking lightly on her smooth skin. As she purrs with delight, he growls
mischievously, and suddenly heaves her onto his shoulder, carrying her over to
the selected and disorganized divan, that of which he has so caringly prepared
for them, before tossing her on the mattress, and climbs into the dominant position.

           
"You animal, " she laughs, her closed legs bending in readying
herself. Enthusiastically, he makes her statement literal and begins to hump
her knee.

           
"Geeze, you're such a horny devil, aren't cha'?" continues the young
woman, grinning suggestively. Thise, he, his response is not so welcome: he
snaps at her nose daringly, displaying four extensive canines in a bestial
smile.

           
"Oh, no…" she swallows hard, panic overwhelming her previous
emotions, "Please don't tell me Bard's a Dr. Jekyl, Mr. Hyde kinda'
guy."

           
The seemingly-possessed vampire shakes his head, his soft mane gracing her face
gently.

           
"Well, then, err…" continues the slayer, still a bit confused a wary
of her partner, "How's that Trojan I gave you?"

           
A low, guttural rumble from his throat as the male's ears go back. Oh, well, sis ais a she, and cannot possibly understand what he's going through.

           
"Well?"

           
"It is uncomfortable," he finally speaks in a deeper, pulsating voice
that sends her heart into a flutter.

           
"What?!" she replies, not believing what kind of creature he is,
"You've got to be kidding me! I bought the newest one, the Extended
Pleasure thing! It should fit and feel fine, like a second-skin!"

           
"Why am I even wearing this?!"

           
"Knowing you, whatever remedy you have for my pains will work, and that
thing has climax control."

           
"What's wrong with my ejaculations?!"

           
"Nothing at all. In fact, a relationship counselor in the field would say
you're way above normal. The problem is I don't want to get pregnant!"

           
"But you would be a wonderful mother."

           
Quiet. Had he just said what she thought he said? How can such a humble and
sweet guy exist? And why is he with her?!

           
"And this blasted invention is too tight!!!"

           
Ta-Cha bursts into laughter and throws her arms around him, drawing him into a
deep kiss. Maybe because she is the only woman in the world to understand his
humorous problems is the reason he is hers. Whatever the explanation, he cannot
fail to be her only answered maiden's prayer.

           
"Now, now," the vampire growls, moving out of the embrace to her feet,
"Do not force me to break my end of the pact."

           
Spreading her slender legs, he takes one nimble foot and presses two thumbs
softly against the inside of the sole. She giggles, flexing her pedal
extremity, and releases a vast sigh of relief, a mountain of pressure crumbling
away, along with a delightfully erotic sensation stirring in her flower. The
greater the pressure, and the longer the area, the more the feeling overtakes
her; small groans of ecstasy soon fill the ai he he continues by adding his
steady licking to the sweet torture. Kissing and sucking each toe while his
fingers massage the spaces in between. After about ten minutes, he gently lays
her the limb down and resumes the impure pleasure with her other nadir. Lapping
her into a frenzy, completely enjoying himself, he moves up past her ankle,
sliding his hands beneath her robe, gently rubbing her thighs down to relieve
the muscles of restrained tension. Simultaneously, he advances his lower body,
his healing palms constantly pushing onward to her abs, pressing up an down
slightly.

           
In a daze, the young woman reaches out to his boxers, pulling the garment down
some with one delicate hand while the other slips through the frontal opening.
First, she grasps his pride, triggering a gasp and ferocious smile from her
partner; without thinking, she slides off, pulls out, and tosses away his
rubber incarceration. Blood fills her cheeks when she notices his tip faintly
sticking out, the few minutes that had passed her by rushing back to her.
Meanwhile, an idea strikes the other, and he carefully withdraws her small
bloomers just below her cunt. Softly, he sets himself against her, the
well-known fluctuation and fast erection washing over him. His mind races as
his hand skate up to her covered breasts and easily pull the clear satin wear
apart, letting his aura flow over and through her hills. With the male's
adrenaline running, he cannot help but smirk at the sight of her bust blanketed
in goose bumps and her mauve nipples hardening. Throwing his face into her
chest, he savagely mouths and nips her succulent mounds, continually forcing
himself closer to his goal. What an experience this would be!

           
"If this is how you wish to ravage me," whispers the rapt slayer,
parting his fine ivory strands with a few fingers, "Be my guest."

           
Something within him snaps, just as every time before she has murmured her
openness to him. Suddenly, he pushes her violently up against the oak bedpost
and shoves his geared cock in. A gasp followed by a steady moan escapes his
mate's chest with his forceful entrance and aggressive routine falling into
place, his prick acting as the murderer's dagger into the heart of her
contracting and releasing inner walls.

           
"Mmmmmm…Bard…" sighs his maiden as he moves his head to rest on her
shoulder, "You're so~ good."

           
Her answer arrives as a delightful growl from the demon, though he is just
warming up: unsparingly to any pain it might cause her, he reopens the
punctures in her neck deeply, drinking voraciously of the rich stream that
flows from the gash. To his distaste, the torrent dries quickly; too quickly,
and he jerks his head back, shaking it with the fury of his vexation.
Infuriating him further is the light of the lamp that glares in his eye with
the rise of his cranium, so much that without warning, he angrily strikes at
and shatters the backboard's lantern, causing glass to fall heavily upon the
bed's other occupant. His companion screams, jolting vehemently away, though he
is not only on top of her body but also within her depths, and cries out again
as shards cut into her face and breasts. Bard's reaction is of no comfort,
either: grunting dispassionately, he broken pieces out of her hair and way from
her head and chest before hurriedly turning them around and scrambling to the
other end of the cot to resume his swinging. Fed-up with his abrupt and
dramatic change in mood, she slams a fist into his back, knocking the wind out
of his lungs.

           
"Bard!" she yells furiously, then sighs and softens her vocals,
rolling into the governing stance, "Bard…behave, now."

           
At first he hostilely snarls at her, but then rethinks the matter, and licks
her face with affection. Giggling, she lands butterfly-kisses up his neck and
cheeks, letting him catch his breath before returning to his role. Energy
speeding through his veins, he juts her canal energetically, grinning evilly as
she gasps and groans with each thrust.

           
"That's…better," smiles the Tepes, and she lets her entire body go
completely limp, loosely pushing her arms under and around his neck.

           
Out of the blue, both of them climax, the time the two of them have spent in
bodily lock rapidly making itself known. Panting, the couple exchange smirks
and lavish each other with passionate endearments of lips and loving nips
wherever their faces fall. This is how the night's theater plays out, the out
of the ordinary Romeo and Juliet fulfilling their roles beyond the necessary as
the waxing crescent moon flitters through the clear portals closed against the
attached portal and other unwanted distractions, while the wind gently raps on
the glass to shimmer through the otherwise dead silence.

 

           
A loud and obnoxious knocking at their main chamber door roughly awakens the
resting pair, though strangely the vampire greater than his more human
counterpart (if you can call any descendant of the Tepes line human). Even so,
all he can do is runt in acknowledgement, and he himself does not know if it
was in acceptance or denial, as his companion sleepily rolls her back to the
entry, not wishing to be bothered.

           
"Ta-Cha?" calls a strong, young male voice from outside the entrance,
"Ta-Cha, are you in there?"

           
Grumbling, the named individual slips onto her stomach and places a pillow her
head. Deafened curses are picked up by her mate's acute ears, which he merely
chortles at and stokes her barely covered back.

           
"Ta-Cha?" the man beckons again with more urgency, "Ta-Cha,
answer me!"

           
Bored with the visitor's requests, along with a greedy appetite and unaired
head, the hybrid yawns, the innocent heavy exhale sounding more like a roar in
reply to the intruder.

           
"Ta-Cha!" cries the being, and bursts into the room. Before either of
the duo can react, a piercing wail stabs into the calm morning atmosphere as a
stake drives its way into Bard's chest.