"Blood and Guns" (closed)

[SandS13]

Lillian

She felt herself lifted from floor. Vance had been holding her high and tight, her toes on the ground but now she was in his arms. She pressed her face into his neck. She took a deep breath of his sent. She wanted to protest the action fearing he would hurt himself.

Lillian looked up as Vance spoke. She saw Tilly standing there surprised. She heard Vance speak and Tilly repeat after him. Her manner was strange as if she were hypnotized like the side show type preachers did to parishioners. She was confused and nervous.

Vance carried her out of the parlour and into the night air. She gasped at the cool air as it crept through her robe and night gown. Lillian pressed herself against him for warmth as questions and arousal clashed within her.

With an ease that surprised her Vance carried her to the cottage. He should be slow and struggling with the motion and her weight yet Vance showed no signs of strain or pain.

Once in the warmth of the cottage Lillian looked up at him. "How - Vance...I don't understand."

She was searching his face, his eyes for answers. "I saw the wound. You shouldn't be able to do this. And Tilly, what was that?" Her voice was soft and pleading for answers. She wanted to beg him to just take her to the bed, to take her body but she couldn't let these things go unanswered.

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hannah directed the other woman with a soft, polite, encouraging tone. Jenny was a natural at this, and -- despite her brother's recounting of his own time with the Stewart couple -- Hannah simply wouldn't believe that Maxwell's wife hadn't put her mouth to another woman's pussy in the past.

"Take you clothes off, Maxwell," she said without looking the man's way. Her attention was now fully on the incredible work the redhead was performing upon her sensitive nub and folds. She said in an almost demanding voice, "Take your clothes off and come to the bed."

Hannah caught Jenny's reaction to the request she'd made of the woman's husband. She begged, "Finish me, Jenny ... so that your husband can finish you. Finish me."

It didn't take Maxwell long to strip away his clothes and move up to the edge of the bed. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do yet, though. Typically, when he was about to get involved, it was his wife who was flat on her back or on her hands and knees or bent over a table or bureau ... not their third.

His cock was rock hard and extending out before him over the edge of the bed. Suddenly Hannah reached out and grasped his shaft tightly, startling him. She looked up to him with hungry eyes, then back to Jenny and she began dry stroking his length.

"Finish me ... Jenny ... finish me!" Hannah demanded between deepening gasps. "Your husband ... he wants ... inside you ... finish me ... so that he can ... be inside you..."

Hannah's head fell back into the bedding. She looked about ready to lose it, yet the back and forth movement of her hand continued upon Maxwell's cock.

 

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Jenny

She could taste Hannah's arousal on her tongue. Women tasted very different than men. She could feel the tightness of the woman's muscles as her tongue moved over the lips of her sex.

Jenny watched, listened as Hannah ordered her husband to undress. She saw Hannah stroking her husband's hard cock. She ran her tongue over Hannah's clit before pulling away.

"No, I will not finish you, Maxwell will."

Jenny moved to straddle Hannah's arm as she stroked Maxwell. "Did you like that? Watching me lick her? Here..." She kissed him deeply. "Do you like her taste?"

Maxwell nodded, lips parted as his hips were moving slowly with Hannah's ministrations.

"Lay down Maxwell..."

Jenny moved to allow Maxwell onto the bed. She reached for Hannah, pulling her up onto her knees. One hand held the blonde against her, the other slipped between her thighs to tease her clit. "Straddle his face my dear. Let him taste you. Show him how good you taste..."

She waited for Hannah to move and straddle Maxwell's head. When she did Jenny straddled his hips, sinking down on his hard cock. Jenny held still for a moment, a ripple running through her body.

 

[DeadManTyping]

"How - Vance...I don't understand."

"You don't need to understand, Lillian," he said in a soft voice.

Vance hoped that she would let it go. But, he knew she wouldn't. He could use Dream on her, just for what had happened in the parlor, not to get her to strip and ride his cock until they collapsed into one another's arm, sated. But after that one moment of desperation after having been shot, Vance had sworn that he would neither use Dream on Lillian nor feed on her again.

"I saw the wound. You shouldn't be able to do this. And Tilly, what was that?"

"The wound is healed," he told her, moving to the small fireplace as he went on. The firewood and tinder were already in place, so with the strike of a match on the rock hearth, flames slowly began to rise and would soon begin to emit their wonderful heat. "It wasn't as bad as it appeared, Lillian."

He crossed back her direction, continuing, "And Tilly ... that was nothing. She was serving you ... her lady. She knows what's between us ... what should be between us. We're meant to be together, and Tilly knows that."

Vance knew that wasn't going to be enough for her. It had simply been ... too incredible. He'd covered the 100 yard distance over the rough foot path to the cottage in less than a minute, yet showed no sign of exhaustion or even being winded. And Tilly? Well, he'd known as he was doing it that that was going to be and issue with Lillian.

 

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Lillian

Lillian felt hurt that he didn't think she needed to understand. He should know her enough to know that was not the case.

She was standing alone now as he moved to light the fire.

"It isn't possible for the would to be healed. It was far too grave for that. I saw it, I watched the doctor stitch you up. And Tilly is faithful but that was not what that was...it was like she was sleep walking or hyponotized."

Lillian wrapped her arms about her body. She was conflicted. She wanted to lay on the bed, to feel his hands on her body and mouth on her skin. She desired him but she could not just let this pass.

She looked up at him. "I do need to understand. Vance, I - " Could she do it? Could she admit out loud how much she wanted him? She was questioning him and it contrasted her feeling about him. If she wanted him, shouldn't she trust him?

It wasn't the same though. She did trust him but he was holding back something and that was something very important.

"I do need to understand Vance. How is it healed? What was wrong with Tilly?"

 

[DeadManTyping]

"No, I will not finish you, Maxwell will."

Hannah's already emotion filled face showed instant panic as realizing that the other woman wasn't going to drive her to ecstasy. But within just a few moments, she was sitting on Maxwell's face, her back tall, thighs and calves flanking his skull, her hands grasping the headboard as his hands grasped her ass halves, helping her move to and fro to the workings of his tongue.

Maxwell hadn't had any idea how this unique threesome was going to play out when first Hannah suggested it. But as he felt his cock being swallowed up by his wife's pussy, he couldn't help but think that this was the way sex was meant to be between him and Jenny. Oh sure, their arrangement had always been about his watching her being driven to orgasm by another man, then his joining in to drive her there yet again. He loved seeing another man drive his cock into Jenny's mouth or pussy. But this ... well, this was serving their original purpose and giving Maxwell something for which he'd yearned for far too long.

It wasn't long before Hannah's head tilted to face the ceiling, her back arched, and her entire body stiffened and began trembling with the euphoria of climax. The moans caused by Maxwell's well trained tongue upon her clit faded, and while Maxwell expected -- and feared, to be honest -- that Hannah would cry out with a sound that would wake the house, she actually remained nearly silent through the entire orgasm, her quick gasps for air before once again holding her breath the only sound that escaped her.

As Hannah was exploding atop his face, her fluids dripping down to wet his cheeks, chin, and neck, Maxwell's wife was still riding his erection with eagerness. No sooner had Hannah begun to come down from her peak then Maxwell gave out a deep grunt and began filling his wife's pussy with his cum.

 

[DeadManTyping]

"It isn't possible for the would to be healed..."

As Vance listened to Lillian's recap of the aftermath of his gunshot wound, he knew he should have waited longer before attempting to get so close to her. But the lust he knew he had for Lillian, as well as the love he thought was manifesting along side it, had been too much for him.

"I do need to understand. Vance, I ... I do need to understand Vance. How is it healed? What was wrong with Tilly?"

"There was nothing wrong with Tilly, Lillian," Vance tried to reassure her. "I ... I have an ... an ability ... an ability to make people see what I wish them to see ... to hear what I wish them to hear ... to do what I wish them to do."

He took a very small step closer to her, quickly lying, "I have never used this ability on you, Lillian ... and I never would."

In fact, he'd begun using Dream on her as soon as he'd begun speaking the last lie. Oh, he wasn't trying to manipulate her or anything: he was only trying to calm her for what he was about to do next.

"Don't be afraid, Lillian," he told her as he shed his gun belt, then began unbuckling the belt holding his pants in place. "I will never harm you in any way ... you can trust me."

Vance unfastened his belt and pants, sat on the bed to push his boots off with strong toes, then shed his pants. And all the while, Lillian -- under the influence of Dream -- simply stood there and watched calmly. He stood again, moved to one of the kitchen chairs, lifted his injured leg, and pulled back his boxer-like underwear to reveal the wound on his inner thigh.

"It's healed," he told her quietly. "I'm healed.

Where less than two days earlier, there had been a gaping wound with torn flesh, mended with a couple of dozen stitches, there was now little more than a two inch long fully healed scar. The bruising and redness that had made the wound look worse yet was totally absent.

Vance lifted his shirt to reveal the first of his wounds Lillian had seen first hand. The bullet had penetrated his belly during that first gunfight out in front of the Stewart home, puncturing his intestines in four places. Vance had claimed that the projectile had come from a different direction and had only skimmed the surface of his belly, when in fact the bullet's two fragments were still deep inside him near the kidney they'd almost destroyed. The wound that had looked so horrific was now little more than a bump, looking like the sting of a wasp or hornet.

"Another ability," he said calmly, the scars still in her view. "I heal quickly. Under certain circumstances."

 

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Jenny
She watched Hannah's orgasm pass over her. She felt Maxwell cum inside her but Jenny's own climax seemed to be just out of reached. She tried, she rocked on Maxwell's cock though it was slowly growing soft.

She was panting and finally slid off to lay on the bed beside him. Jenny stifled a sob and tried to squash her annoyance and jealousy. It wasn't fair. She had orchestrated that moment and yet she was the one unfulfilled.

 

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Lillian

She believed him that Tilly was fine but she struggled to understand this ability. He spoke of making people see and hear what he wished. Panic filled her. Lillian felt a knot form in her stomach. If he had done this to Tilly had he done it to others in the house? Had he done it to her?

He stepped closer and Lillian felt her body stiffen. Vance stated he had never used it on her. She so desperately wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe as she had on the way here that she was coming with him because she wanted it, wanted him with her very core.

A feeling of calm and reasoning came over her as Vance spoke. He was removing clothes. Her eyes went wide for a moment. Did he think they were going to have sex right this moment with so much unanswered?

Lillian wasn't sure what was worse, thinking he had perhaps used this 'ability' on her or that despite all logic she did in fact trust him. She did feel safe with him and believed he wouldn't hurt her.

She watched, unable to move and not wanting to. She wanted to know. Vance stripped down to his shirt and undergarment. A blush, unconsciously formed on her cheeks.

Lillian stared at his thigh. Her eyes lifted to his, questioning the how of what she was seeing. She had witnessed the gaping wound, the damage the bullet had done to the veins. She had seen how much blood he had lost. He showed his previous wound as well.

Though calm Lillian was struggling to understand.

"Heal quickly...but how is that possible? What circumstances? Vance I want to understand, I do but it defies my comprehension. You lost so much blood." A pale hand came to her mouth as her mind tried to rationalize it all.

"How are these abilities possible?" Lillian looked a little lost though she remained calm. "The fight, your strength...your skill with the gun. Are these abilities too or -?"

 

[DeadManTyping]

Hannah's tight grasp upon the headboard lessened as she came down from her euphoric high. Maxwell had gently urged her back from atop his face as his own orgasm had neared, and she looked down to him between her parted thighs. But her attention quickly shifted from his ecstasy filled face to that of the unsatisfied -- and also dissatisfied Jenny.

"Oh ... oh, baby girl..." Hannah started with a sad tone accompanied by a humorous smile. Hannah pushed further down Maxwell's still trembling body and leaned to find Jenny's mouth with hers as one hand also found the Stewart wife's breast to caress, grope and pinch at it. She whispered, "Poor baby, didn't get to have her fun, too."

Hannah stretched her legs out behind her and found her way atop Jenny rather than atop the woman's husband, her hands constantly finding some womanly feature of Jenny's to pleasure as she promised her, "My baby, I'll make sure you have your fun ... I promise."

With her urging, direction, and what sometimes almost seemed like flat out orders, Hannah soon had them all just where she wanted them: Maxwell was laid back against the headboard into a stack of every pillow in the room, knees parted; Jenny was laying between his parted legs, her back against his chest as his arms wrapped about her, hands caressing her and toying with her breasts as his mouth played at her neck, shoulders, and ears; and Hannah, she was right where she began, head between Jenny's parted thighs and upraised knees as her own mouth once again worked on the woman's pink folds and swollen nub.

And she wasn't going to stop until Jenny begged her for mercy...

 

[DeadManTyping]

"Heal quickly...but how is that possible? What circumstances?"

Vance had known that if he remained here in Willow Springs, remained here with the Stewarts, remained here with Lillian, he would find himself eventually answering such questions. They always arose where ever he lived, though typically they did not arise for months or sometimes years. He hadn't yet been in Willow Springs two weeks, and already he had fallen in love with a woman and was about to explain things to her that he knew she couldn't -- wouldn't -- accept.

"Vance I want to understand, I do but it defies my comprehension. You lost so much blood."

"Not enough to kill me," he responded with a slight smile, hoping to bring some comic relief to the situation. He didn't. He lowered his leg to the ground and returned to his bed to begin donning his pants again.

"How are these abilities possible? ... The fight, your strength...your skill with the gun. Are these abilities too or -?"

"Yes," Vance cut in with a simple but honest answer. He turned, buckling his belt, and studied Lillian for a moment. With his Dream still calming her -- relatively, anyway -- he crossed to pull a chair out from the table and help Lillian's into it. He stood over her, drawing in a deep breath, then releasing it with a bit of a sigh. Vance began, "What I am about to tell you ... it will sound impossible, Lillian. It will sound like ... like witch craft ... the Devil's work. I myself called it that when I first learned of it as a boy. But ... it's not. It's not evil or wicked or ... well, it's ... it's just what it is ... different from anything you have ever known to be true in your life."

Vance pulled out the chair nearest Lillian and sat. He was within arms reach of her, but he clasped his hands together on the table before him. He didn't want Lillian to feel fear of or any threat from him as he ended Dream and began his tale.

"When I was a young man ... sixteen ... I was a shepherd." He didn't mention that this had been in Paris, France, but if Lillian asked, he would tell her. "I ... I met a girl ... a woman ... a young woman. We became lovers. She..."

He lowered his gaze to his hands as he continued, "She was ... different. Different from me ... from you ... from most people. And ... she did something to me. She ... changed me. Since then ... I have healed easily ... quickly."

Vance looked back up to Lillian again. "You've seen that. You saw how serious my injuries were ... and you saw how they healed."

He studied her for a moment, then lifted his shirt to once again show her and look at himself the bullet wound that she'd been told was a glancing shot. "This one ... it's still inside me. I can feel it, in fact. Two pieces now. One is pressing against my kidney. The other is just floating ... between my intestines. Sometimes when I'm very active, the sharp edges of it, the second one ... they cut me. It hurts, but..."

He looked back up to Lillian again with a slight shrug. "But it heals in a few minutes ... and I'm fine again."

 

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Jenny

Jenny opened her eyes at the sound of Hannah’s voice. There was a wariness in them, a questioning of the woman’s motives and the implication of her tone. Jenny would not be pandered to and she would not be used so Hannah could get to her husband.

She had believed the blonde when Hannah said she wanted to give Jenny pleasure but a bit of doubt crept in.

Maxwell seemed oblivious and it didn’t help Jenny’s disposition. Her pout vanished, replaced with pursed lips. She watched as Hannah moved and wondered if Hannah was making fun of her.

The way the blonde’s hands were roaming over her skin and now, the way her body was pressed to her own it made Jenny relax...just a little.

Hannah took charge and that caused Jenny to once again be a bit wary. She liked to decide, even with Vance, until he had her pinned to the table she had been directing the encounter.

Soon though Jenny was relaxed, panting as Maxwell played with taut nipples and Hannah was once more lapping at the folds of her sex.

Her hips moved with Hannah’s move and she begged for more, harder, softer...her climaxes were seemingly unending and it wasn’t until Jenny was covered with a fine sheen of sweat that she reached down to pull Hannah up and into her. She wanted to feel the woman’s body against her once more.

“Come, kiss me…”

Maxwell groaned softly and pressed his erection into Jenny’s back. He wanted to watch them kiss, watch them caress each other all while in his lap.

 

[SandS13]

Lillian

Her eyes were on him as she sought answers. His light joke did nothing to change her desire to know more about how this was all possible. Vance pulled his pants back on before coming towards her and directing her to a chair.

Witchcraft. Devil’s Work.

Lillian had never been religious. Some of the family back in Boston were but her parents were not and she had never been raised with a strong sense of faith. She felt reassured though when Vance stated it wasn’t evil or wicked.

A woman. A woman who was different. She had somehow changed him. Vance didn’t give her details, just the general story and Lillian listened intently.

She nodded slowly. She had seen the injuries and how they had not bothered him in a short time and how they had healed so quickly. She had watched him fight and saw how the next day he showed no signs of the brutal experience.

Lillian licked her lips. “So the wounds heal. Is there a special way it works? Does you body just decide it is healed? And Vance -” She paused, held her breath as she asked the one thing she wanted to know and yet, for some reason feared learning. “Changed you, but how?”

Her mind searched through tales from mythology she had read. Transformations were common in them but they were curses from gods. They were metaphors for how people change and yet….

Even herbs said to have effects on people, gave them abilities for short times. What Vance was talking about though was not something she had ever read about.

Lillian reached out to touch his hand. She wanted and needed the contact. It was something to ground her.

 

[DeadManTyping]

Vance was pleased at Lillian's calmness as he explained -- vaguely -- that he was different.

“So the wounds heal. Is there a special way it works? Does you body just decide it is healed?”

"It's ... hard to explain," he began, but then quickly added, "No, not hard to explain. Just think of it as ... very rapid healing. An injury that would take someone else a month to get beyond ... I am healed from it in days ... sometimes hours. It's only about time."

“And Vance ... Changed you, but how?”

Her last question went into a more detailed explanation of who -- or what -- Vance was than he preferred to explain to Lillian. She hadn't responded negatively to his description of what he was as being evil or the Devil's work; telling her that he sunk his fangs into the bodies of other to drink their blood -- sometimes so much so that he killed them -- wasn't something that was going to endear Grace to him.

"Little things," he answered her, carefully choosing his words. "The healing. We went over that. And ... physically ... I'm stronger and faster than I would have been if this hadn't happened to me ... if I hadn't been changed."

Vance hesitated for a moment, wondering what more he could tell Lillian without frightening her away for all time. "My abilities ... my protections ... healing and the like ... they are only with me during the dark of night ... absent in the day light. That was why the gunshot nearly killed me. If it had happened with the sun absent..."

He didn't finish the explanation, fairly certain that Lillian was beginning to understand. He hesitated before saying the next, afraid that he was getting closer to stepping over that line. "When I lived in France, they would have called me une créature de la nuit ... a person of the night."

The actual translation, of course, was creature of the night. Lillian was an intelligent, educated person, and Vance knew she'd understand that. How she viewed the word creature would be telling about he viewed Vance.

He hesitated a moment, looking to his fidgeting hands. Lifting his gaze, he smiled nervously. Again, he was reluctant to tell Lillian more ... but did. "The way I am ... one of the things that is different about me..."

He drew and released another breath with a long sigh, then admitted with hesitation, "Lillian ... my healing ... it ... it means that I will live a bit longer than most people as well. It means that I have already lived a bit longer than most people. Lillian ... I was born in the year 1349."

He gave her a moment to contemplate what he was saying, then added, "Lillian ... I am 531 years old."

 

[SandS13]

Lillian

Dark of night...

While he told her it meant person of the night, this french term for what someone with his abilities was called, Lillian rolled the phrase around in her head. In her mind she kept pronouncing it creature...creature of the night.

Her mind didn't want to dwell on the connotations of such a phrase.

Vance seemed uneasy, nervous and Lillian found herself surprised and a little concerned by that. She had never seen him unsure or unsteady. In the short time she had known him, Vance carried himself like a man who clearly knew his mind, his past and his skills. Yet now he sat there, hands fidgeting and radiating a level of anxiety that Lillian could feel herself reacting to.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. It was like waiting for bad news. She wanted to beg him to just tell her everything but she stayed her tongue.

A shake of her head, dark strands moving with the action was all she had in way of reaction to his statement.

"That isn't possible. No one lives..."

She put a hand to her mouth. Her brow furrowed. "It is not possible for a living thing, save a tree perhaps to live that long. How.."

Was he delusional? A madman?

She shook her head once more. "It defies logic. Give me proof, tell me how such a thing could be? Please." There was desperation there. She wanted so badly to believe him and so far she had not questioned the statement but the how. Now though...She needed a better explanation.

"Help me to understand that what you are saying is true."

Lillian was fighting off panic and fear. She was nervous and unsure now. The wounds had healed, in that he was not insane or delusional but a claim of age so old that all who had known him as a child were long turned to dust? It felt like something a madman might say.

 

[DeadManTyping]

"That isn't possible. No one lives ... It is not possible for a living thing, save a tree perhaps to live that long. How.."

"It is possible," Vance said simply, offering no proof to his statement nor his confirmation of it.

"It defies logic. Give me proof, tell me how such a thing could be? Please ... Help me to understand that what you are saying is true."

Vance considered Lillian's request. He had hoped beyond hope that she could somehow just respond I understand and accept what you are saying, but what were the chances of that really? He had to explain it to her, at least the basics facts that would satisfy her. But ... what were those basic facts? Where could he begin and end without having to begin again to ask the additional questions that were sure to follow?

"Give me your hand," Vance said softly as he reactivated his Dream ability. As it began to flood throughout Lillian's body -- entering not just through her nostrils to her lungs to her blood stream to her brain but through her skin directly to the blood as well, he said reassuringly, "I will not harm you, Lillian. I could never harm you."

Whether willingly or under his control or somewhere in between, Lillian gave Vance her hand, and when he stood she stood with him without being asked. He moved closer, taking her into his arms; again, whether under her, his, or their control, she laid her own hands upon his arms.

"I told you I would not harm you," Vance said as he slowly leaned his head inward, finishing just before pressing his mouth to her neck, "but ... this might sting a bit."

Vance felt Lillian flinch and stiffen -- from neck to toes -- as his fangs sunk into the soft flesh above her carotid. As he had that night in her bed when he'd been near death, he pressed his lips hard to her skin, forming a vacuum so as to not waste any of her blood ... and, at the same time, stain her sleeping gown and robe.

Unlike that previous night, though, Vance wasn't simply sucking a portion of Lillian's life force from her body to reenergize his own. In fact, as she was relaxing in his arms and -- willingly? -- clutching him tighter to her, Vance was taking a small portion of her blood via two fangs and giving back an equal portion of his own via the other two.

The transfer of his blood to Lillian wasn't nearly enough to turn her, as Gabrielle had done to Nicholas more than five centuries earlier. But it was enough -- once it hit her brain -- to link the two of them mentally ... and historically.

Again, Vance felt Lillian's body tense as their brains became one ... and a moment later ... she witnessed -- as if right there as a spectator -- every moment of the life of the man holding her...

Gabrielle coming to Nicholas night after night, making love to him and sinking her own fangs in the teen's neck...

The plague that was wiping out a quarter of Paris's population...

Nicholas's turning...

His horror at learning that he was now une créature de la nuit...

His flight with his lover from others like them ... through the streets of Paris ... out of France ... to Holland ... Friesland ... Denmark...

His continued horror at realizing that to live -- whether as a mortal or immortal -- he would forever be sinking his fangs into the necks of others and drinking their blood...

His desperation and loneliness after Gabrielle deserted him...

Years, then decades of fleeing for his life ... chased again and again by vampires led by Gabrielle...

Freezing winters living alone in the forests and fjords of Norway ... then across the sea to Scotland ... then Holland again ... always chased ... always in danger ... always with Gabrielle on his heels...

Name changes ... Sven ... Robert ... Edward ... Eric ... Nicholas again...

More boat trips ... longer now ... to Algiers ... to Italy ... to Egypt ... to Western Africa ...

Centuries had passed...

Then, the New World...

Hispaniola ... Cuba ... New Orleans, Mexico City, Rio de Janeiro ... back to the British Colonies ... New York, Philadephia, Boston ... north to Toronto ... south to Chicago, Memphis, Chicago again, Atlanta ... out of the country to Cuba again ... a number of villages in Mexico and Central America...

Then, just two years ago, New Orleans...

All the while ... for centuries ... the man who had most recently taken the name Vance had been just one step ahead of Gabrielle...

Always fearful of her killing him...

Vance altered what he was doing to Lillian's neck. He quit exchanging blood with her and ejected the wounds with a coagulate, plugging the holes. He withdrew his fangs, cleaned up the wayward blood with his tongue, and released his tight hold on Lillian's body. He ended Dream and held her upper arms just long enough to ensure that Lillian's mind was entirely her own again and that she would stable if he released her entirely.

"If you want me to leave," he began slowly. "If I frighten you, Lillian..."

 

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Lillian

She took his hand. Lillian could feel it, as if the very air was reassuring her that Vance would never hurt her but a part of her knew it in her very soul. She stood with him too. He drew her in close and leaned in. For a moment Lillian thought he would kiss her but his mouth found her neck.

Lillian did not have the time to really question what he meant by sting as his lips touched her skin and then she felt it. She gasped softly. His mouth was on her neck, his arms held her close. Depsite the strange sensation on her neck Lillian leaned in, held him tighter. Her body pressed to his. She softened in his arms. Anyone looking would have seen a man and a willing lover. There was no distress in her body.

Lillian trusted him.

Then things changed. Lillian’s lips parted, a sharp intake of breath as her mind struggled and strange images began. Not just images. Memories. It took a moment for her to reconcile that she was seeing Vance’s memories. She was seeing his past. Somehow he was showing her how he had lived so long, what had happened to him.

She saw the woman, beautiful and erotic. She watched as they made love and as the woman opened her mouth, revealing fangs to take from the young man. She watched as it happened over and over again. Through Vance’s memories she saw the death around him. She saw his dead family and the night it changed.

Lillian watched through memories as Vance learned what the woman had done. She even knew names now. The woman was Gabrielle and he was not Vance but Nicholas. They fled. A whirlwind of memories of places that Lillian only read about and in time periods taught as history. Yet she could see them, clearly as if she too had lived them.

Blood.

Lillian’s eyes brimmed with tears as she watched a horrified Nicholas come to terms with the fact that he would have to drink the blood of those around him to survive. The tears spilled as she felt with all she was the emotions and loneliness that flooded Nicholas when Gabrielle left him.

That turned to fear and instinct. Hunted now. Hunted by the one who changed him. Always running. Always staying just ahead. So many places. So many names. So much blood.

So much time passing.

Lillian saw the way the world changed. Clothing, buildings...all of it changing in the blink of an eye in the memories but it was real. He had lived through it all.

And then it was done.

Lillian felt herself return to the present, to the cottage and to her own mind. She heard Vance’s words but she couldn’t answer him right away.

Tears, large and silent fell down her face. Her arms circled him and Lillian hugged him tightly.

Her mind was reeling from all she had seen. It wanted to disbelieve it all and yet it couldn’t. There was no explanation for what she had just witnessed. There was no way possible for him to somehow fake those memories and give them to her. Lillian could feel the despair and horror he had felt when he learned what Gabrielle had turned him into. There was no parlour trick in that.

Lillian released the hold she had on him to look up at Vance. Her eyes shone with her tears. “I do not fear you. I - such things should not be possible in this world but they are. Things hide in shadows. They are not just mythology and fairytales.”

She looked away a moment as if thinking and then looked back at Vance. “I have questions. I have things I wish to know but I -”

Where to begin though? How to begin?

Lillian looked around the cottage. This was not what she had expected when he had come to her in the parlour and kissed her with such passion that she felt she might faint from it.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. “The questions can wait. They are not important. You have shown me all I need to know for the moment. I know you now, Nicholas.”

Lillian felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes met his. “I know you and I am not afraid of you.”

It was true the fear in her body was not of him but of the implications of what she had learned. She had no fear of him, of her safety with him or even how she felt. Others might balk, scream or flee yet Lillian couldn’t find that sort of fear in her. Not with him.

Her chest rose and fell in deep but slow breaths. A hand lifted to touch his cheek. “I do not fear you and you have not frightened me. I do not wish for either of us to leave.”

Lillian rose on tip toe to let her lips softly touch his. There was a light metallic taste there. Faint but present. Blood. She knew it was hers but that didn’t scare her either.

 

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"I know you now, Nicholas.”

Vance smiled a bit at the sound of his name ... of his birth name. He hadn't heard it spoken in centuries, and the last woman who had spoken it to him had done so screaming it at him as he narrowly escaped her last near attempt on his life.

After that day in Milan, Vance -- he'd been going by Vito at the time -- had finally come to realize that he could sense Gabrielle's proximity to him. He'd also -- finally -- come to realize that that was how she'd been tracking him across the whole of Western Europe. Gabrielle was considerably more skilled at tracking Vance that he had been at avoiding her: she had made him, and she had the blessing and confident of her Sire, something Vance didn't. If she'd fed recently -- fatally fed -- and found a quiet place to meditate on him, Gabrielle could sense Vito's direction and approximate distance. Then it was just a matter of getting close, killing, feeding, and meditating again.

Vance had learned to harness this ability, too. That and a decision to never stay in one place too long had prevented Gabrielle from getting within a thousand miles or more of him for more than a century. He'd left New Orleans not because he'd sensed Gabrielle closing on him but because he'd become careless and allowed his créature de la nuit activities to get him targeted by the Authorities.

Little did Vance know that Gabrielle had already been on her way to New Orleans ... nor that she'd learned of the night creature and, instinctively, presumed it to be the man she had most recently know to be called Paulo. After missing him in Louisiana, she'd headed west ... and now was just outside Amarillo, Texas ... just 700 miles away.

“I know you and I am not afraid of you ... I do not fear you and you have not frightened me. I do not wish for either of us to leave.”

You should, Vance thought, knowing what he was. Everyone should.

Then Lillian lifted her mouth to his and kissed him. It was a soft kiss ... a loving kiss ... intimate, not passionate or erotic. Vance tightened his hold on Lillian's body, pulling her so close that he could feel the warmth of her breasts and lower torso against him through the thin cloth of her night gown. Almost instantly, he began to harden.

"I want to be with you," he whispered after pulling his lips from hers. He looked into her eyes, asking, "Knowing what you know of me ... will that ever happen? Or ... am I damned to know that you will never be mine?"

As he awaiting her answer, his brain couldn't help but remind him, Damned again!

 

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Hannah watched and listened to Jenny explode one last time, feeling the woman's trembling thighs clamp around her head. She loved this, pleasing other women. Most of her previous female lovers had been a one and done kind, much like the men she let fuck her. But Jenny had had at least four, maybe five, maybe more distinct orgasms at the workings of Hannah's tongue, lips, and fingers, enhanced by her husband's caressing, groping, and tweaking at her breasts.

Jenny finally pulled Hannah out of her crotch and begged...

“Come, kiss me…”

Hannah rose, straddling Jenny and Maxwell's left thighs with her own to press her pussy juice covered mouth to Jenny's. They kissed passionately for a long while, with Hannah occasionally making eye contact with the male third. Maxwell's face was filled with delight with the knowing of his wife's satisfaction. When he mouthed to Hannah, Thank you, she smiled and winked.

Then the sound of the door opening drew the attention of all three...

And Laurence smiled at the trio, asking quietly, "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"

 

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Lillian

He pulled her in tightly. She could feel his body against hers and the presence was reassuring. She wasn't dreaming. She wasn't crazy.

Vance was staring into her eyes. Lillian smiled softly. She had seen his memories, learned the secret of his life and yet, he questioned if she wanted to be with him.

"I came with you tonight because I wanted to be with you. Physically..." A hand caressed his cheek. The slight stubble was rough on her skin but she didn't mind. "That has not changed. I do not want to talk of the future or anything...not now..."

Lillian kissed him again. This time there was more need behind the contact. When she broke the kiss she only pulled away enough to let herself speak. She was slightly breathless. "I have been thinking of you, of this from the moment you sat with us at the hotel. Take me to bed Nicholas."

She kissed him again. Her tongue brushed his lips. Her body pressed into his. Lillian wanted this more than she could say.

It made no sense. She could taste the blood on his lips. She knew what he was, this creature of the night that drank blood and lived for centuries. She should be terrified and run from him. She should but Lillian didn't fear him or what he was. Her body ached for him to touch her. Her sex was wet and nipples hard as if begging for him to claim them.

Lillian didn't want to think about tomorrow, next week or years from now.

 

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Jenny

She was enjoying the feel of Hannah's body against her own. She liked the way the woman kissed and that surprised her. She always assumed that a woman's kiss or touch would be weak and passive. That held no interest to her. Hannah proved eager and engaged. Jenny found that arousing.

The sound of the door opening caused all three to look over. Maxwell was the first up, standing to hide the women from the intruders sight.

"This is our bedroom man, what are you doing in here?" Maxwell hissed at Laurence. There was some nerve there to simply open a door and slip into a bedroom. He was unsure if Laurence was the sort they could trust with such knowledge of their private life.

Jenny shifted and pulled the blanket over her and Hannah. "Of course you are but you are lucky we were satiated for the moment or I would have you punished for the intrusion." She sighed softly.

Maxwell, naked and standing still was regarding Laurence. "Is there something you needed or did you think to come and watch?" It was hard to gather from his tone if he was angry or not.

 

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"Take me to bed Nicholas."

Vance didn't hesitate. He clutched Lillian to him tightly again for a passionate kiss, then began removing her clothing. He unbuttoned the robe and slid it off her shoulders, then leaned to take hold of the bottom hem of her night gown and -- looking to her for reassurance that it was what she wanted -- lifted it up and over her head. He looked to her shapely form -- bearing only a pair of panties as she had been barefoot in the lounge when he'd taken her -- and tossed the last item of clothing to the floor.

"So beautiful," he murmured.

Vance pulled Lillian to him for another passionate kiss, his hands caressing over her back, one reaching to a firm buttock to squeeze it gently. He swept her up again and took her the whole two steps across the tiny cottage to the bed, laying her down with gentleness. He stepped back to begin quickly undressing.

"I've wanted you since that moment, too," he said softly about that night in the hotel dining room as his clothes came quickly off his body.

Very quickly, he was naked as well and crawling onto the bed and in between Lillian's thighs. He supported his weight above her on his elbows, using the strength in his legs to prevent his twice-her-weight bulk from squishing her as he kissed her passionately. He didn't reach a hand down to between her thighs; didn't grasp his own shaft to direct it. He simply maneuvered his body -- his cock -- into place.

"Tell me you want me," Vance said in a tone that seemed to imply he was looking for permission ... verification of the permission she'd had already given him. "Tell me you want me ... as much as I want you."

 

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Laurence smiled to Jenny. Of the three, he would have expected her to be the most offended by the intrusion. And yet, here she was speaking of the satisfaction they'd enjoyed together, rather than insisting that he get the hell out.

"Is there something you needed or did you think to come and watch?"

He looked to Maxwell, unsure of whether the man was being sarcastic about the interruption ... or maybe inviting him...? Laurence looked to the women again. Jenny's expression was hard to read, but Hannah's was certainly one of anger. He'd been listening at the door for a couple of minutes before entering, and he'd only barely caught a bit of the two women kissing. He didn't realize that the blonde's primary interest for being here tonight was to enjoy the pleasures of the redhead.

"Is there something I needed...?" Laurence murmured, just loud enough for the three to hear him. He looked to the women and said with a genuinely polite tone, "Well, I would be very interested in joining the three of you ... if that was something in which you might be interested."

Then, he looked to Maxwell -- first to his face, then to his groin and his still glistening cock -- and said with a suggestive tone, "I might be able to offer you something the women can't, Maxwell."

The uninvited guest couldn't know whether or not the male Stewart had ever partaken of another man or had a man partake of him, anymore than Maxwell or the women could know that one of the reason's Laurence's parents had brought him out west was due to the rumors about the man's reputation in what were called the dark social circles of Boston.

Honestly, Laurence didn't care one way or another which of the three before him he got to please or who pleased him. He simply wanted to join in what his ears and eyes had told him was a great deal of fun...

 

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Lillian

Vance was kissing her. It was so passionate and so full of want for her that it was overwhelming. Lillian usually so practical and level headed gave it. She was didn't care about anything else but him, this moment. She let herself get lost in it. Never had she felt this way about anything.

She loved Bruce but this was an entirely different thing all together.

He was undressing her. Decorum should have made her coy, blushing as he exposed her skin and private areas to him but she didn't. Lillian kept kissing him and moving to allow him to easily undress her. She wanted him to see her, to touch her.

When he picked her up as he did now, carrying her to the bed it wasn't about a man carrying a woman. There was something special in the feel of his arms, the way he held her. She couldn't explain it but it felt - right.

She watched him from the bed as he removed his clothes. Her eyes moved over his body and Lillian felt a level of arousal and want that she had never experienced.

Everything with him felt stronger, deeper and more intense. It was like her whole like she had only just skimmed the surface of what she could feel or experience and now Vance was showing her the rest.

He was above her and Lillian moaned as she felt her thighs touch his skin. His chest was above hers and her hands immediately went there to run along the skin. She had seen and touched his chest before but not like this, not as his manhood was brushing the folds of her sex. Not as their mouths met and tongues danced.

Lillian opened her eyes to look up into his. "I want you." With that Lillian moved her legs a little, shifted her hips and opened herself to him as much as she could. "I want you."

Soft, sultry and so full of desire the words moved over her lips and as soon as they passed Lillian's arms pulled him back for a kiss. She wanted to feel him above her, in her and their bodies connected. She had longed for this, dreamed of it from the first time she saw him. Only her mourning and manners had kept them apart.

 

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As Lillian told him that she wanted him as he wanted her, then opened her thighs more to give him to room to take her, Vance only then tilted his weight over to one elbow as he reached the now-free hand down to her warm, wet folds. He lay a finger within them, wetting it, then wetting her clit and gently moving it about, watching her reaction. There was more surprise in Lillian's face than there had been in Jenny's just two days earlier, as if Lillian had forgotten entirely the pleasure that came with such a touch.

As he pressed his mouth to Lillian's again to continue their passionate kissing, Vance curled his middle finger to let it slowly push inside her. He met far greater resistance than he expected. It had been decades since he'd found himself between the thighs of a virgin or of those of a widow or other woman who had simply been doing without for quite sometime; he'd forgotten just how tight and resistant to intrusion that a woman's most protected place could become.

Vance was desperate to partake of Lillian's pussy, but far more important to him was his desire -- his need -- to see, hear, and feel Lillian enjoying the pleasure he was even more desperate to impart to her. He repositioned his knees a bit, slipping down Lillian's length to kiss at her neck for a moment ... then her collar bone ... her chest, her nipples ... all the while supporting himself on one elbow and pleasuring her sensitive hole and nub with his gentle, slow moving fingers...

If Lillian did nothing to stop him -- if she showed no embarrassment or shame in having a man's head between her thighs -- Vance would continue to kiss his way down her belly and beyond her curly muff to find her womanhood with a mouth and tongue that had been practicing for this moment for nearly half a millennium.