Somewhere In Between

Title: Somewhere In Between
Author: MakaiKitty
Rating (this chapter): R
Category: Original Fantasy, "Fate" storyline
Pairing: Victor/Blaine, Victor/Caspian, Victor/Sorrel/Victor, North/Victor, Victor/Tamara, Sorrel/Tamara
Warnings: Slash and Het, Vampire Sex, M/M, M/F, F/F, Violence, Language
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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: Sorry about the missed update. I blame RL and LKH! Since my move is fast approaching I think I'll stop after the next two chapters. Don't worry, I'll be back by September (October at the latest) and I'll leave you all with a lemon before I go, so hopefully you'll all forgive me? As for this chapter, please let me know what you all think. I'm not sure if I loved this chapter or if it was rushed? Review and I'll know if you agree/disagree.

Somewhere In Between

Chapter Six: Kokkonor

"A vision, isn't she?"

"Yes." Victor readily agreed, his eyes only for the unusual beauty before him. There, in the center of a bed covered in unrelieved black silk, candle light bathing her in an unearthly glow, was a woman unlike any he was accustomed to seeing. Most well-breed vampiresses were statuesque, long of leg and full of breast, with eyes as dark as their souls looking out from faces of porcelain pale skin. In contrast, most humans seemed bland at best, hideous at worst. At least in Victor's opinion. Most of the human females that he had seen down in the village were sloppy things, their bodies either bloated from diet or childbirth, or deathly thin in a way that reminded him that they were all just slowly rotting corpses making that so brief trip from birth to the grave. Their coloring always seemed grey, unhealthy, and he rarely saw a woman amongst the peasants that he would even dare to call mildly attractive. The young woman before him was nothing like those pitiful creatures however. Far from it. She smiled at him with full, pouting peach colored lips, her pale eyes alight with an inner fire that he had rarely seen in a human. Her skin seemed to glow with warmth, reflecting the candles and absorbing their brilliance at the same time, the very vision of health and vitality. Her hair was short, playful, the color of straw spun with hints of gold. Her body was anything but decayed, her small frame thin but not at all weak or malnourished, her hips just full enough and her thighs just lush enough to mark her as a woman and not a girl. Small, firm breasts stood high on her chest, every bit as perky as the rest of her seemed to be. She was smiling at him, completely unafraid, a hint of laughter on her lips as she watched him watching her. Her body was covered in white satin, the slip of fabric barely enough to cover her, but she seemed to feel no shame as she stretched her small frame out over the dark sheets of the bed. She waited with infinite patience, seemingly at ease, trailing her hand teasingly across the bed until he chose to say more.

"Her name is Tamara." Sorrel whispered in his ear, her arms wrapped around his waist, her chin resting lightly on Victor's shoulder as she too watched the girl on the bed. "I found her quite by accident one night when I was slumming it down in the village. I had only expected to find a tasty meal and instead came home with a promising young apprentice. Wonderful, how fate smiles on us sometimes, isn't it?"

"Hmm." Victor nodded absently, his attention distracted by the way that Tamara had begun to drag her nails along her own body, teasing him as she stared into the dark depths of his eyes. He knew that he should feel disgraced, angry even, that a human was teasing him like this. However, just at the moment, he couldn't seem to care. Not only was the woman beautiful in a totally unexpected way, but the power emanating off of her combined with Sorrel's own energies was enough to drive any man mad.

"I take it you approve of my choice then?" Sorrel asked, as if there was any doubt. She had known from the moment that she had come across the girl in a filthy little tavern in the worst part of town that she was more than just a mere human. Her power had sparked to life as a local lowlife had tried to accost her while she worked tables at her family's establishment, the strength of it nearly overwhelming the sorceress, and after that Sorrel had known that this one was special. The fact that she had also slit the man's throat without spilling the drinks that she carried, going on about her work as though nothing had happened, only proved to the older woman that she had to have the girl as her own. When Sorrel had wanted to take Tamara with her the girl hadn't argued, and after a few gold coins tossed their way, neither had her parents.

"I'm not so sure," Tamara finally spoke, her voice high and somehow musical, her words thick with the local accent of the peasant population. "I don't think he likes me very much."

"What makes you think that?" Sorrel wondered, the tips of her crimson nails playing along the line of buttons at the front of Victor's shirt, stopping only every now and then to undo a button or two. Victor didn't protest, his eyes still slightly unfocused as he bathed in the raw power swirling around in the air. It was obvious that Tamara wasn't even attempting to hold her energies within herself.

"Well," Tamara teased, laying back against the mound of pillows behind her, laughter spilling from her lips as she watched Sorrel begin to undress the other vampire, "Most men don't wait nearly this long to try to touch me, not when I'm ready and willing on a bed of silk." Then she seemed to consider something for a moment, a wicked twinkle showing in the depths of her crystal blue eyes, a smile on her lips that was only for Sorrel. "Come to think of it, most women don't take this long either."

Sorrel's laughter rumbled through Victor's body where they were still connected, and somehow that was what snapped him out of his momentary trance. He blinked a few times, clearing his head of some imagined cotton haze, before swatting at the hands that still held the buttons of his shirt captive. "I can do that myself, thank you very much."

"Yes, of course you can, dearest." Sorrel conceded, moving from behind Victor to sit on the bed beside Tamara.

"Besides," Victor said haughtily, raising his chin sharply while staring directly into Sorrel's amused storm cloud eyes, "First time or not, I am certainly not going to be sloppy enough, nor careless enough, that I will need to remove my shirt. I don't plan on spilling a single drop."

Sorrel laughed low in her throat, the sound more a purr than anything else, before reaching over to run the tips of her nails along the line of Tamara's partially exposed leg. Her eyes were both completely serious and oddly teasing at the same time as she watched Victor right the collar of his shirt while obviously debating within himself rather he wanted to be stubborn enough to rebutton the garment or not. "Well, I had thought that you might enjoy taking her body as you fed. I can still remember my first feed, the rush of it all, and the stab of lust that I experienced left me nearly insatiable."

Victor was stunned, both by the idea of Sorrel ever being out of control, let alone admitting to it, as well as the fact that Sorrel had just offered him the human on the bed. Not that he found the idea in any way repulsive, or that he was bothered by the way that Sorrel's offer made Tamara seem little more than a whore, but the fact that Sorrel had planned this night down to such detail was a little offputting. This was his coming of age, and he was sure as hell man enough to decide whether or not he would bed the woman he was feeding from. It was not for Sorrel to decide! He was no longer a child.

"So nice of you to decide this all for me." Victor said, his voice low and icy. Sorrel actually seemed a bit taken aback by his tone, and she sobered immediately, all traces of laughter gone from her elegant face. It wasn't something that Victor saw often from the sorceress, and it gave him a momentary feeling of satisfaction to know that he had managed to surprise the ageless vampiress. Not that it stifled the growing anger or hurt pride within him, but it felt good all the same. "And did Tamara get a say in any of this, or are we both to follow your plans for the night? Perhaps you should just give us a script. It would make all of this go so much more smoothly."

Before Sorrel could answer Tamara spoke up, a soothing tone in her voice as she looked between Victor and Sorrel, her budding powers easily allowing her to pick up on the tension that was suddenly heavy in the room. Although she suspected that even a normal mortal could have sensed the unspoken battle of wills that was taking place between the now silent vampires. "Come now, Master Victor, don't be too upset with Lady Sorrel. She really didn't need to ask me if I wanted to lie with you." The blonde smiled seductively in Victor's direction, leaving little doubt as to what her answer would have been had she been asked. Crystalline eyes blazed with heat, the promise of things to come, and pure unadulterated lust. The rising fury that Victor had felt only moments before was suddenly gone, and his eyes were once again only for Tamara. "I volunteered to serve you tonight, Master Victor, and Lady Sorrel had nothing to do with that. I am yours, completely and utterly, to use in any way that you want."

Victor was still offended by the idea of Sorrel trying to pick his mate, or at least his partners, for him, but he suddenly couldn't find it in himself to fault Sorrel for her choices. It was obvious that Tamara was no blushing virgin, the look in her eyes telling tales of carnal knowledge that he had yet to know, but there was also a strength and sureness that made him doubt that Sorrel's apprentice could be forced to do anything that she didn't feel like doing. He felt instantly guilty for having accused Sorrel of trying to pressure the girl on the bed into pleasuring him against her will. He opened his mouth to voice an apology, his face contrite, but Sorrel was already chuckling playfully and moving to pull Victor onto the bed by one wrist.

Before he knew what was happening Victor found himself laying atop Tamara, her small body nestled between his legs, her throat stretched bare before his eyes. She smelled of strawberries and fresh grass after a spring rain, and Victor instantly found himself salivating at the thought of taking that sweet taste into himself. A part of him wanted to argue the abruptness of the entire act, that it was too soon and that there was no finesse to the sudden progression from argument to submission, but the sound of Tamara's blood rushing through her veins and the sudden deafening pounding of her heart drown out all arguments, even from his own mind. When he opened his mouth to tell Sorrel as much Victor instead found himself biting down on Tamara's neck, his fangs breaching her skin for the first time, the warm rush of blood into his mouth silencing all further protests.

Tamara's blood tasted every bit as sweet as he had thought that it would, the flavor fresh and vaguely sugary, and utterly addictive in it's perfection. All of the false feeds that Victor had experienced before, the bottled and prepared liquids that had to be reheated just to make them eatable, paled in comparison to the feeling of fresh hot blood spilling into his mouth and down his throat. He suddenly couldn't understand how he had stomached anything other than the real thing, and he knew without a doubt that he could never go back. There would never be anything for him other than the real thing. Not ever again. He pitied the younger vampires in the castle, wondering how they would survive on force-fed fabrications until they too could experience the overwhelming pleasure of feeding from a living mortal.

For her part, Tamara seemed to be enjoying herself every bit as much as Victor was, if not more. The moment Victor's fangs had broken her skin she had arched up into his touch, moaning as though he had entered her in an entirely different way, her legs wrapping around the vampire's waist to pull him closer while she clawed at his back with her hands. She moved her head as far to the side as she could, giving Victor as much access as possible, willingly offering herself up as Victor drank deeply of her life's essence.

The way that Tamara writhed against him made Victor acutely aware of not only the closeness of her body, the heat so intense it was nearly uncomfortable, but of the effect that that closeness was having on his own body. He began to reconsider the decision not to have removed his shirt, and had it not been for Sorrel's voice at his ear, her hand joining Tamara's at his back, he might have reconsidered not having given in completely. Taking Tamara's willing body was seeming more and more like the perfect way to celebrate his coming of age, but his pride would not allow him to regret it overly much as the sorceress who had raised him purred instructions and encouragements into his ear.

When at last Victor knew, by instinct or study he wasn't entirely certain, that he had taken all that was safe to take he pulled slowly away from the sugary sweet flesh of the intoxicating human beneath him. He was achingly hard, his body screaming for release now that his heart throbbed with the fresh blood that he had taken from Tamara, and it was with great reluctance that he drew back from the inviting heat of her form. However, he had said that he would not, and there was nothing that would make him go back on his word, not even the tempting sight being offered up before him.

Tamara whined slightly when Victor licked at the last drops of blood that welled up from the wound on her neck, missing both his fangs within her and his body above her, but her entreating eyes did nothing to bring the vampire back to her. Sorrel looked a little upset by this reluctance, but after a shake of her dark head she was all but beaming when she looked at Victor. She reached one hand out to stroke her fingers down his jaw, smiling with pride as she looked at the other vampire.

"You did so well, my darling." Sorrel all but cooed. "I'm so very proud of you." Then, looking down at Tamara with an expression that Victor would have called adoring on anyone else's face, "And you were wonderful as well, my sweet little Mara. So perfect."

Victor couldn't help but smile at the tenderness in Sorrel's voice, and he wondered for not the first time that night just what the sorceress' relationship was with her newest apprentice. He reached one hand down to smooth along Tamara's face, brushing away a dampened lock of straw-blonde, thinking that Sorrel's words were entirely true to fact. She had been perfect.

Tamara giggled at all of the attention suddenly being lavished upon her, cuddling her face into Victor's touch while she grasped Sorrel's hand in her's. Her smile was nothing short of radiant. "I just can't belive that I was the one to bring the Kokkonor into his manhood."

Sorrel instantly stilled beside him, and had Victor not know that she was still there he would have insisted that he was alone in the room with Tamara. He turned his head slowly to the side and saw an expression on Sorrel's face that had been known to make many a man's blood run cold. She stared at Tamara in a way that told him that the younger woman had said something very wrong, although Victor couldn't figure out for the life of him what that might be.

"I'm sorry Sorrel," Tamara said in a small voice, a pleading tone to her words, "I didn't mean to-"

"What's going on?" Victor interrupted. There was a tenseness in the air that he didn't understand in the least, but he suspected that Tamara's statement had created the atmosphere somehow. "What is a kokkonor? I've never heard of it before."

"It's nothing." Sorrel said with certainty, standing up abruptly and walking towards the door. She turned back to look at Victor, holding open the door and motioning him towards the hallway outside. "Tamara is just tired, she doesn't know what she's talking about, so if you're not going to take your pleasure with her then we should probably leave her to rest."

"But-" Victor began to question the sorceress, moving away from the suddenly worried looking human on the bed to join Sorrel at the doorway, only to be cut off by a voice that brokered no arguments.

"I said that it was nothing, Victor, and that's exactly what it is." Sorrel answered cripticly. "Now stop this nonsense and leave Tamara in peace."

Victor turned back to the woman on the bed only once before leaving, but seeing that she had already turned her back on the two vampires he decided to just blow out the candle by the doorway and close the door quietly behind himself. He would leave her to her rest, just as Sorrel had asked. Sorrel, on the other hand, definitely wasn't getting off so easily.

TBC ...

Review Responses:

Moonstar:
XD Can't do the hetersexual thing? Actually...if it's necessary, I'd read it. I've read hetero stuff before and OH, you won't believe it...I've actually thought of writing it! Ha! Though, only as part of a mainly stash story...xP ANYway...onto the review part...about the most recent chapter! Wha!

Actually, now that I've thought it through, this chapter may have been as m/f as it gets *LOL* Who knows? They have a life of thier own, so I can't make any promises either way anymore.

North is cool! Very shmexy...and I absolutely loved your descriptions of him. His whole appearance really. In fact...I think I really loved that entire scene...against the wall with the cigarettes, their dialogue...everything. I think he's a cool addition to the club of characters you've got going here. But Capsian isn't interested in Victor? *pout* Well...maybe after the wolf...and possibly a few others...xD...have had their hands on him, yeah? When he's more...experienced...less of a virgin crisis? ^^ Nywah. Still...going back to the hetero part...if putting that in there means more guy/guy loving...then I'm looking forward to it!! I totally want to see the wolf...nyuahahahaha....rawr. xP xD

Glad you liked North. He's going to get some more screen time soon. I saw the scene very clearly in my head, so I'm glad it made it through to you too. As for Cass, he is and he isn't interested. He loves Victor, and that is more important to him than anything physical, but he also wouldn't mind having a go at him. But it would be more of a FIB (Friends In Bed) thing than a real couples sort of thing. Know what I mean? I promise to make the boys address the situation before the end of the fic, so fear not!

Also...TALFRYN!!! XDDD Ah....he made me laugh so many times...and I got such a pretty little picture in my head of him...with his pretty lacy shirt...high boots...AND CORSET! Ha! Well...i know the corset it probably under the shirt...but still...it's funny. XD So vain, so shmexy...(though I think wolf and Caspian still beat him dooowwwwnnnnn.....) Will Talfryn be important? o_O Come now...he's got me so curious...I wants more of 'im! -Ahem- Really though...I think this is one of my favorite chapters yet. Just loved the characters this chapter. So very real...and they make me happy and.......other things that start with 'h'. END!

I had more fun with Talfryn than I'd expected to. He's a bastard, but I may play with him a bit more than Ihad planned on before the end *evil laugh* And no, the corset is on the outside. Think fetish when you think of Talfryn *LOL* And yes, he will be important to the future of the story. How, I won't tell you!

Today's chapter was brought to you by the letter H! *LOL*

*cough* Can't wait for the next update!! =^.^= Update, update, update.........chya!

-Moonstar

Sorry about the late update. I'll have to get around to your updates too. Sorry ^-^ Forgive me? Pretty please?