Blood Moon -- Closed thread

[Intensityrising]

Morgan ignored his tone of voice. The cop in him overwhelmed his common sense and it came out in the distaste of her actions. She didnt care if he approved, Jean-Lebeau had let his wife die so Jake could shove it up his ass. She would kill Jean-Lebeau again. But Jake's idea on framing the murders on Jean-Lebeau and the punishment dealt by Vladimir was perfect.

"Tell them whatever you need." She sighed. "Look Jake you need to know something about your wife and I. I am sure you wonder why I care so much about someone who seemed merely a minion. Your wife was a long removed decendant of my bloodline. Like a great great great great great great great great granddaughter. So I cared, and her link to you is why your panthers had so much peace from vampires. I ordered your people protected because of her. To think that Claudius had spayed the final member of my living blood, I want to tear him to pieces."

 

[The_gladiator]

Jake simply nodded at her instruction to do what he needed to convince the police. They drove in silence for a few moments, Jake saying nothing, when she spoke again. Jake shot her a disbelieving glance from the corner of his eye flicking his eyes back to the road in time to swerve to avoid hitting a parked car.

“You’re kidding me?” he said. He didn’t know which fact shocked him more, that his wife had been related to her, or that it wasn’t his negotiation skills and strength that had defended his people, but her influence. Jake clenched his jaw, that one disbelieving statement his only vocalization finally he spoke, “Why tell me now? Why not just continue to pretend that you valued her as a powerful blood source, or servant or something, why tell me the truth?”

 

[Intensityrising]

Morgan stayed silent for a while before she said, "Because Daniella would have wanted you to know the truth. There might not be time to tell you later, for I have no idea how powerful Claudius has become. I dont want to die without you knowing what your wife really was."

They rounded the final corner to reach the street that Blood Moon was on and Morgan screamed,"STOP!"

Before them the building that was once Blood Moon was now nothing more than. A swirling tornado of black mist. The tornado had completely consumed the building leaving an empty lot where it once stood. The mist swirled into the street before the jeep, slowly it shrank and took theshape of a man, gradually became solid until a white-haired old man wearing a white trench coat and black pants stood with his arms spread out. He stood there like a mad sscientist in the middle of the road.

"MORGAN LA FEY!!!!" He called. "How long I have waiting to meet you. Are you ready to die bitch?" Then he giggled.

Morgan opened the jeep door and said, "Jake I want you to drive away. Get out of here, run and prey that I can handle this guy tonight." She slipped from the car and stepped out into the street between the jeep and Claudius.

Suddenly a massive wave of mist slammed into Morgan's side, the impact sending her crashing through the office building and out the other side. Glass sliced her open, steel beams split her bones as she crashed through them. Pain faded her vision.

"That's it? I thought people were supposed to be scared of you. Come on La Fey, give me a fight." Claudius taunted as he moved toward the hold he had made.

 

[The_gladiator]

He nodded his agreement for her reasons for sharing it now. He expertly wove the car onto the street and suddenly she yelled at him to stop. Breaks squealed as he did just that slamming his foot on the pedal, for he saw what she saw. He was ashamed to admit that he seriously considered her order to leave, how easy would it be. However, Jacob Louis wasn’t a quitter. He Got out of the other side of the Jeep and drew his gun. He watched the seemingly weak old man slam Morgan through an entire office building, splintering beams and sending glass fragments flying in all directions. Jake did not even issue a warning he just started shooting into the vampire, 1, 2, 3, 4, he emptied his clip, advancing a step with each shot. His rounds, silver bullets all went towards Claudius but His body seemed to ripple and the shots passed right through him, ripping into the wall behind him. Jake cursed and threw down his useless gun. He leapt forward, sure that he was quite stupid for even contemplating going hand to hand with this ass hole. Jake flexed his fingers and his claws shot out like knives as he transformed just his hands into claws, showing that he was powerful indeed for a shape shifter. He took a swing at the vampire, although this time the man did not even bother to dematerialize, he blocked the swing, taking a wicked gash but slinging Jake 20 feet to slam into the side of his own jeep. The blow did not have as much force as he had used on Morgan, thank god, or Jake would have been a red smear on his pristine vehicle. He heard a crunching noise and sincerely hoped it was his bumper, not his back. He rolled under the jeep, reaching for a latch under the vehicle. It was time to bring out something with more firepower. He just hoped Morgan was alive to keep him off him. A plan was forming in his mind. What if she used her powers to hold the bastard solid and then Jake fragged his ass with a grenade or two. It was certainly worth a try, and just might marginally work better than getting the shit kicked out of themselves. The guy was like he was hopped up on PCP. Jake had hit him a solid hit and he’d acted like nothing had happened.

 

[Intensityrising]

The darkness was welcoming, like a comforting blanket that curled around her and embraced her. She heard nothing else, she felt nothing except the comfort of darkness and death. Perhaps her time had finally come, after 3500 years maybe it was finally time for Morgan to leave this world. She was finally at peace, finally ready for all the horrors of her long life to go away.

Gunshots broke through the blackness. Her body tensed as each shot echoed through her mind as if the bullets were meant for her. With a gasp and cried of pain Morgan snapped upright, "Jake!" She cried to herself. Her body had finally healed enough for her to move and get back to her feet. Jake's gun finished its useless attack and Morgan staggered through the ruined building with determination. Stupid cops, they never listen.....actually it was just men in general that neverlisten. Fucking Lycan was going to get himself killed.

She staggered out into the street to see Jake get thrown into his jeep with a crash. Jake scrambled under the car while Claudius looked at the blood on his arm. He sniffed his wound and she saw a realization hit Claudius.

"OMEGA!!!!! FINALLY I HAVE FOUND YOU!!!" He roared.

Morgan felt her stomach drop. Jake couldn't be....oh dear lord if that was true and Claudius got even a small sip of his blood.

Claudius charged the jeep in a rage and Morgan acted without thinking. She grabbed a broken steel girder and threw it at Claudius, charging right behind the flying metal. Claudius spun in time to see the beam, but not in time to turn his face to mist before the thing crunched into his face. Morgan slammed into the jeep, tossing it away from Jake as if it was merely a small stone.

She grabbed Jake and stood him up. "You need to run. Run now! If he so much as get a drop of your blood he will become unstoppable. Jake!" She grabbed his shoulders and poured her gaze into his. "Get out of town. Get to my house in the mountains north of here. I was be there as soon as I can. Go!!!!!"

Morgan shoved him down the street, using enough force to send Jake flying. She spun in time to see Claudius standing back on his face while his face pieced itself back together. "BITCH!" He screamed when his mouth worked.

 

[The_gladiator]

Jake had just broken into his weapons cash, had pocketed several grenades and unslung a wicked looking Machine gun. He was reaching for his sword; yes you never knew what you might need, when suddenly the Jeep was kicked away from him as if it were a toy. Morgan was then pulling him to his feet. “Hey, that was my car.” He complained.

“Omega!” Claudius roared again. Morgan spoke to him giving him orders, which she knew Jake wouldn’t follow, or so she should have known.

“Listen up ass hole, I’m not just some fucking Greek letter.” Just then Morgan shoved him towards the road away, causing him to fly through the air again. “We’re on the same fucking side.” He groused as he slammed into a parked car. Jake suddenly had an idea. He set to work hotwiring the car. If they couldn’t defeat this guy, he would drive back for her. He had no plan to leave her there alone.

Jake had no idea why there happened to be a Ferrari just sitting on the side of the road, but didn’t question his luck as he hotwired the engine. He started driving with one hand, the other lining up the Machine gun. He came roaring back down the road. However the fight was over when he got there. The two must have done a number on one another, judging by the amount of damaged property. Jake could only assume the reason Claudius had not come for him was because Morgan had succeeded at least to some extent.

Jake got out of the car, sweeping the area with the gun, but could not see the bastard. He assumed that he had retreated to lick his wounds. Something he saw, that Morgan needed to do. She lay where she had fallen, a small bloody and broken form lying in the middle of the street.

Jake slid the gun back over his shoulder and knelt to pick her up, she always seemed so vibrant and powerful when awake, and that unconscious lying there she looked far too vulnerable. He lifted her head, eyes scanning her trying to make sense of what he saw and then resolved to check her out later when he had more time. She had ordered him to go to her house in the mountains, and for once they agreed on something. The next day they’d need to come back to see if anyone survived beneath the rubble of Blood Moon, in its many underground passages, however tonight she needed to heal. How had he been nominated as her fucking nursemaid?

He lifted her body and took it to his stolen car. He laid her in the seat and jumped behind the wheel and drove like a madman out of there heading out of town, before Claudius recovered.

“I wish you were awake, I’ve only been there once and it’s not like I have my GPS, you sort of kicked it across town.” He muttered. “C’mon, left or right?” he half asked her body, half asked no one in particular.

 

[Intensityrising]

The fight with Claudius was more of a mental battle, each vampire slashing out at the other with mental blades of energy. Morgan was famously very good at this kind of battle, this power was one of her strongest. Yet attacking a vampire made of mist proved to be impossible, Claudius simply regenerated unharmed with each attack she made against him. Morgan couldn't say the same thing when she was hit by Claudius' attacks.

She couldn't tell at which point her knees gave out and she collapsed into a puddle of her own blood. Then Claudius really began to attack her, forming massive solid fists of mist and pounding her into the pavement. The cement start the cave in and give way, but not before most of her bones broke.

For the life of her, Morgan didn't know why Claudius stopped attacking her. Stopping before she was right and truly dead, but darkness overtook her and she embraced the death she was sure would come....but never did.

She woke briefly riding in a car of some kind. She had no awareness of what was going on, if she was safe, or if Claudius had simply decide her to take her in for experiments. She moaned weakly, as a bump knocked her still broken body around. The blood on her body was cooling off and starting to get sticky and thick.

Then she fell into the pit of darkness again.

A jostle of the car woke her again, moaning she uttered, "Ferry road, up dirt road left." Then again she was gone to the world again.

 

[The_gladiator]

Jake had to admit, despite the danger, despite the fact she was ruining the upholstery with her blood, the fact the car was stolen—it was—fun to drive. He had paused at an intersection and revved the engine contemplating which way to go. Her timing couldn’t have been more perfect; one would almost think she was awake, she instructed him to take Ferry Road, a dirt track to his left. He eyeballed it and shrugged, it wasn’t his car anyway…

Turning onto the rutted road, the car slammed as it went over the ruts obviously made by some sort of large trucks. “This is the point where having my jeep in one piece, would be nice.” He muttered. He pressed the pedal even closer to the floor as he drove at speeds which were probably not safe in the woods at night. Branches whipped at the vehicle scratching its red paint job all to hell. “Someone’s not going to be happy with me.” He added under his breath. “Somewhere the car god is staring down at me shaking his finger, ready to smite me for this.”

Sometime later he pulled into the long gravel drive that lead to her mountainside retreat. It did not look like much, but Jake suspected that the entire top of the mountain was hollow, riddled with passages and rooms, a complete fortress underground, at least—that’s what he would do were it him.

He got out of the car, moving to lift her into his arms. “I feel like this lock is probably keyed to your prints or retinal patterns, how am I supposed to get in?” he asked her unconscious body. “It’s not like you leave an extra key under the mat to your castle... Something tells me that Daniella’s prints were programmed in.” Just thinking that sent a pang of longing for his wife through him “C’mon, give me a hint, do I knock?” he asked kicking at the door with his boot.

 

[Intensityrising]

Cain Marko had been Morgan's most loyal and trusted servant for the last 900 years. He was once a monk living a life of peace in the Tibet mountains, until a raiding party of Chinese pirates came in the hunt for a rare artifact that they believed his monastery was hiding. While he defended the monastery with everything he had, he simply wasn't trained to fight.

The irony of not being able to fight was that Cain Marko was seven and a half feet tall, and made of muscle. His size usually scared people away, but when the Chinese raided he had no choice but to do his best to fight. Sadly that day he was the only once who survived. In his shame he left the safety of the monastery, wondering the country a shell of a man.

Morgan had found him just walking the roads outside of a small fishing village. When her eyes laid on the massive powerhouse man of peace she knew she needed him to serve her. So she took him, making Marko her immortal human servant. He kept his humanity, but gained strength and immortality. Marko was greatful to his master for taking him like that. As a man without a purpose, he was lost. Morgan gave him that purpose. Cain served her without falter.

When Cain opened the door Jake was greeted with a massive lumbering man of incredible height and seemingly non-stop muscle. He was completely hairless and it gave him a terrifying appearance.

"Is that how you were raised to knock on people's doors?" The deep booming voice asked.

His eyes drifted to Morgan lying in Jake's arms and he reached out with a speed that was unexpected. His massive arms snatched her out of Jake's arms. "Come let us heal our master." He told the werepanther and moved into the fortress. "Shut the door behind you."

 

[The_gladiator]

He should have expected who opened the door, but honestly he had forgotten about Cane. He figured he had been at Blood Moon and therefore dead. Jake glowered at the behemoth, “My hands were a little full.” He snapped in response to his comment about how Jake knocked. “You’re lucky I didn’t blow the door open with a grenade.” He grumbled as the big man grabbed Morgan from his arms with an amazing amount of alacrity.

Jake followed the monk through the door, closing it behind him. He’d only met Cane once before, hence his ease of forgetting Morgan had a human servant. “Speak for yourself buddy.” He muttered when he mentioned heal their master.

“She will need blood, probably more than I can give alone.” The big man boomed as he continued down the hall, simply assuming Jake was following him. “WO wait a second there big and Ugly, I didn’t volunteer for that kind of shit.” Jake replied.

Cane seemed to completely ignore his protests though as he lay her on an examining table in what looked to be an infirmary. “Even has an underground hospital, y’all thought of everything, huh?”

“Fetch clean cloths and water. You must help me clean her. I must rouse her enough for her to drink from me.”

“Yeah yeah, and after she drains you I’m next got it.” Jake threw up his hands in an are you going to do gesture. He did fetch the cloths and water, wetting a warm cloth he began to wipe blood away from her side where it looked like a beam had gone through her. Jake knew vampires could heal this kind of damage, but he also knew only the really strong ones could.

He watched Cane lean over his mistress whispering words to her in another language, “I offer freely, my blood for your life. Take what I offer and live.” He murmured pressing his wrist to her mouth, encouraging her to drink from him.

 

[Intensityrising]

Morgan could taste the blood in the darkness. She figured it was simply her blood, probably from a crushed lung or something that was bleeding into her. A familiar voice whispered into her mind, causing her throat to swallow instinctively. The blood did its work instantly, giving her body a boost toward repairing itself. More, she needed more. And more was provided, she drank and drank feeling her strength return with each gulp. Her body knitted and popped itself back together.

Then the blood stopped and Morgan's eyes popped open. It hadn't been enough she needed more and she jerked her eyes around the room. Cain slipped away holding his arm to his chest. He looked saddens by his need to pull away. "I cannot offer more Mistress, I am sorry but weakening me further will only cripple you further."

Cain turned his head to Jake. "Lycan you must offer yourself to her. Unless you prefer to face Claudius on your own." Sharing blood with Morgan had linked their minds, this made Cain aware of all that had happened.

Morgan panted and the person normally behind her eyes not yet there. The vampire was awake on primal instinct and need, but still too hurt to attack Jake on her own power. "MORE!" She hissed.

 

[The_gladiator]

Jake glared at the man standing opposite Morgan’s supine body. He opened his mouth to say something but finally shut it again. He really couldn’t argue. But let’s be honest how much would Morgan be against Claudius. “Well she’s no use dead.” He muttered.

Jake moved closer, he pulled off the tatters of his jacket. This left him in a sweat and dirt streaked shirt that probably started out white. The black of his shoulder rig stood out starkly against the light material. Jake pushed up his sleeve. “I will only do this with conditions.” He snarled at Cane. The human man just looked back at him apparently awaiting Jake’s response. “You get the fuck out of here. I will not have you so close to me when she starts to weaken me.”

Cane merely nodded, “Anything else?”

Jake nodded. He placed his hand on Morgan’s chest, fingertips curled pointing down. To most this might seem like an innocent gesture meant to steady himself as he leaned over her. However two things told Cane this gesture was anything but casual. The first was Jake had placed his hand directly over her heart. Secondly Cane had not seen it directly, but had images from sharing Morgan’s mind of Jake doing the switchblade routine with his claws. It was a very clear threat. “She takes too much or tries something funny I will kill her myself.” Cane seemed to consider the open threat, Jake’s conditions, and merely nodded and walked out of the room.

Jake had always heard that Being bitten by a vampire was supposed to feel wonderful, a rush of erotic and wonderful sensations. Jake surprisingly enough had never been bitten by a vampire. For some reason his parents had not allowed it, and then Daniella had forbid the sharing of her husband. Jake now wondered if they knew something about him or his blood that he didn’t. He decided as he felt the fangs sink into his wrist that the stories were bullshit and it hurt like a motherfucker, imagine someone gnawing on your arm, that’s exactly what it felt like.

 

[Intensityrising]

Morgan didnt really see Jake. Not for who he was really. All she knew was he was food in that moment she needed his blood to be whole again. So she bit into the offered arm without us in any power to make it feel good for Jake. Blood filled her mouth and she swallowed, but she didnt swallow blood. She swallowed power.

Her eyes popped open and her body jerked away from Jake after that one swallow of his blood. The power surged through her and a scream broke from her lips unable to contain it. She smashed herself against the far wall. Her body shook and every single wound healed forcibly and instantly. There were sick popping sounds as flesh closed and bones healed.

After a moment Morgan fell to her knees unable to breath yet feeling better than she ever felt in her long long life. No wonder Claudius became drunk with the power he gained from the blood of an Omega. Just that sip of Jake and she was fully healed and felt stronger than she had ever felt in her life.

Slowly she rose to her feet and glared at Jake. "You are.....you....are an Omega. The power in you is.....for a vampire....it is....unstoppable." She barely trusted her own words. Her body trembled asthe power of that blood called her, urged her to take more.

 

[The_gladiator]

Jake was calling his power, touching his panther as she drank from him. The cat close to the surface to protect him. Jake had heard of the power of an omega’s blood just recently and really did not believe it. Surely it couldn’t just be blood, there had to be more to it. Whether it was just his blood, or his blood combined with him pushing out with his power, or his other unique gifts, something startling happened. She barely took any of his blood before she rose off the table in convulsions, slamming back against the wall as her body healed with a sick collection of popping noises.

He watched her fall back though seeming exhausted. It seemed as if his blood or power were almost like a drug, like how someone got a high from cocaine or other stimulants she had done a superhuman thing, healing herself, but the high left very quickly.

There was a part of Jake that told him he should run, run far from her, but he wanted to know more, needed to learn all he could about himself encase he were ever captured.

He stepped in close to her and offered her a hand to rise; he did not offer her the wrist that was already bleeding. “We need to know.” He barked this time taking charge, as she still seemed somewhat addled or high off his blood. “Is it just my blood or my power too?”

She could watch him close his eyes and take deep breaths visibly calming his beast, sending the cat away. This went against everything he believed, the cat almost swiped at his insides making him wince in pain. The cat just knew she would hurt him if it went away if it calmed down. Jake was alpha though. He calmed the cat, swallowed the entirety of his power, like a switch turning off. All of the visible aura vanished, all trace of power vanished and he opened his purely human green eyes. He did not speak, he trusted her to catch on to his hypothesis to understand what he wanted her to do, and they had to know. Rather than offering her his wrist he tilted his neck to the side and pulled her close to him. Letting himself be so vulnerable made his cat try to rise but he clamped down on it again. He had a feeling; he suddenly knew he was right. He suspected when she took blood this time, it would still have a kick, the same kick she could get from any shape shifter of his high power levels, and perhaps even more, but without the added mystical connection his cat had had with her aura, without his psychics he just knew it would not be the out of control serge she’d experienced seconds ago. Logic might have dictated they should wait to try this another time, but there might not be a next time at this point. If he was right it would explain how Claudius had gotten the shape shifter to use its power to grant it the extreme power levels, for when being tortured....what lycan's beast would not rise to protect him or her?

 

[Intensityrising]

Morgan stepped toward him. "Listen to me Jake, you have the blood of an Omega. If Claudius hadn't just beaten the shit out of me I never would have even believed the fabled blood of Omega's to even exist. But you..." She reached out and cupped a hand to his cheek. "I believe you and I were put together for a reason, that is what brought Danielle to you, so that she may one day bring you to me. Drinking from you is a wonderful gift. I already feel stronger from one sip than I have in thousands of years."

She stepped closer, until her body pressed against his. "Together we can beat him Jake. You can give me the power to beat him, and I can make you immortal. Master vampire and her animal to call." Her voice got low and seductive.

Then she kissed him, her lips brushing against his, her power oozing into him and letting him feel the pleasures her body could offer. The things she could do to him and the things she could let him do to her. Only the imagination would limit them.

 

[The_gladiator]

Jake shouldn’t be surprised by how often things never went the way he planned with Morgan. She did not feed from him, did not do as he asked, did not test his hypothesis which he knew had to be right. Instead he felt her press close, as he expected. However, when he closed his eyes, he did not feel her lips on his neck, but on his. It was a sensual kiss, her lips full and soft.

Her power coiled deep within him, calling to him and his repressed sexual desires which had had no release since the loss of his wife. He pulled away from the kiss with some effort, gasping a little. “You already have a human servant, I do not advocate just murdering him.” He said trying to regain some composure, some control of this situation.

 

[Intensityrising]

Morgan pulled back enough to look into Jake's eyes. She smiled softly, "Why would I kill Cain?" She had and amused tone to her voice. "I don't want to bind you to me without you willing to be bound. You are not human therefore I do not need to remove my current human servant. You would become my animal to call. A completely different thing that would make both of us more powerful." She explained.

Seeing that Jake wasn't exactly excited to have her body against his, she took a step away and frowned down at them. She was covered in her own blood, and Jake was just a dirty kitty. "Why don't we go get cleaned up. I will have Cain show you the way to a bathroom and provide you with new clothing. Feel free to keep your gun with you."

She snapped her fingers and Cain came lumbering in. "Come Panther, I will show you the way." He paused at looked at Morgan, "Mistress your bath has already been prepared."

Morgan smirked and nodded, "Always count on you Cain."

 

[The_gladiator]

Jake listened to her words. Strangely enough a part of him wondered if that wouldn’t be a good idea for him. Especially seeing as his lair had only been safe because of her, having much less to do with his strength than he had thought. “I will of course give it some consideration.” He said softly.

If Daniella had meant so much to her, it would have made sense that she’d protect what she saw as hers. It just seemed to irk Jake that some of that possession seemed to extend to himself. She always had a reason, for everything she did, and most of those reasons were self-serving as all vampires tended to have. They were not a particularly altruistic bunch.

A part of him was disappointed when she pulled away, something in her called to him. Was it because her animal to call was cats? He knew from the reaction of his panther, alternating between defiance and desire to be close to her, that she could call cats, and something about it felt different than most master vampires he’d been with. Most master vampires called one specific animal, such as wolf, rat, etc. And when it came to cats, most called leopard, jaguar or panther. There were very rarely those who could call a wider grouping of animals for example all large cats, as he suspected Morgan could call. Only very powerful vampires had this skill. It added to some of Jake’s concern that he was probably out of his league, just slightly.

He simply nodded at her suggestion that he get cleaned up, and snorted at her telling him he could keep his gun. He was going to ask which one, but she probably meant the machine gun he had over his back, however… the weapon seemed a little overkill for a dinner party.

Cane lead him to a lavishly appointed state room, with a massive bed, the colors done in black and white, the duvet was already turned down invitingly, almost asking him to come lay down. Jake was exhausted having been up more than a day at this point, but sleep would come later, there wasn’t time now.

He lay his guns down next to the bed, not really sure where else to put them. He then entered the bathroom, with its large shower stall, and immense sunk in tub. The floor was done in a mosaic and looked extravagant. “Just how much money does she have anyway.” He muttered.

He stripped out of his clothes revealing his lean yet muscled body. He opted for the shower, since speed was the goal, although a bath in a tub he could practically swim in sounded wonderful. Jake stepped under the water and let it run over him. He swore as the water hit both sore muscles, and the bruises, cuts and scrapes he had sustained fighting Claudius.

Padding out of the shower Jake moved to the armoire in the corner. Opening it he whistled, there was an entire closet full of clothes there. He looked at the tags, and they were all his size. As he sorted through them he wondered which was weirder, that she knew his size, or that she just happened to have a closet full of clothes meeting his exact measurements.

He finally opted for a more casual look than he had been wearing. He went with black jeans, a green polo shirt which matched his eyes perfectly—yet another red flag—stalkerish perhaps? One might wonder if she had been planning to make a bid for him for some time. But why would she have? Daniella would have never allowed it, would she? Surely Cane or some other servant couldn’t have found all of these clothes in 10 minutes. No one was that good. No she had to have been planning to woo him for some time. Which begged the question, why him? She hadn’t known he was an omega until moments ago. The jeans covered black cowboy boots. He slid his back-up gun into his shoulder rig. It was a little obvious with nothing to hide it, but it was not like the armoire had a drawer with holsters in it and Jake had to make do with what he had.

When he was ready he moved out of the room he had been lead to and began to head back the way they’d come. On the way He smelled something cooking, and went to investigate, he found he was famished. Eating often was something a shape-shifter needed to do frequently, to help control the beast.

 

[Intensityrising]

Morgan entered the master bedroom and spread her arms, stretching the kinks out of her joints from the rapid healing. She loved her lair, this was her true home, the place she had perfected over the last hundred years and the one place she cared the most for. The bedroom had a giant bed, nearly twenty feet by thirty, huge bed yet it paled in comparison to the size of the room. This area was once a massive cavern, expect she had a reinforced steel room built around he entire cavern to provide protection plus a baseline in order for her to paint the walls a soft black to red paint. Red on the bottom which bled up to black to give the illusion of the night sky, which was further enhanced by a series of twinkling lights put up in the ceiling to simulate a never ending perfect night sky.

The bed was covered in fifteen pillows of all shapes and sizes. The blankets where made of pure satin material with a giant thick black comforter. She loved the bed even though vampires never actually needed to sleep they could if they want to, and Morgan often loved to simply sleep in the giant bed because it was just that relaxing.

But the bed was not the goal of the trip to her chambers this time around. Perhaps she would invite Jake to give the bed a tryout for its second best purpose.....not involving sleeping.

Moving to the side room from the bed chamber was Morgan's luxurous bathroom. The floor, walls, and ceiling, all made of polished and hand carved stone, with a small swimming pool sized bathroom made of black marble. The pool itself already filled with bubbling water which made Morgan moan in delight.

As she sat completely submerged under the water she thought on what to do with Jake. That he was clearly a being who's blood held incredible power was undoubtedly true. She had fed off countless Lycans in her day and while the blood of a shapeshifter was quite potent it didn't have the kick that she got from Jake's. Which meant that his blood was the key to her beating Claudius, depending on how much she needed to drink from him at any given time. One swallow had fully healed her from as near to death as she probably had ever been. Not only fully healed, but back to easily 100 percent power, maybe a little more.

Would that mean that if she took a pint from him while already at full power mean that her power would skyrocket beyond limits she had ever known. That kind of power was awefully tempting. However if he was anyone else, Morgan probably would have simply taken his blood and left it at that.

Jake was the only man Danielle had ever loved, to the point that she had become a werepanther for him. Danielle, Morgan's last living bloodline carrier, had choosen a Lycan over the vampire she very well could have been. Morgan had to respect that, she had to do what she could to make Jake's life full and rich because Danielle would have wanted her to take care of that man.

So that's what Morgan was going to do, as best as she would be able. Which meant she had to slaughter Claudius or he could never be safe.

She opened her eyes under the water and slowly rose to the surface. Cain stood at the edge of the pool with a towel in his hands. Morgan levitated out of the water, letting the water drop off her perfect naked body and Cain looked at her with the same tone of face as he would look at a stone. The Monk was truly a man of his word and has never once looked at her the way a red blooded womanizing man would look at her. Nor had he ever looked at any other woman in that way.

Morgan walked across the surface of the water and let Cain put the towel around her. Quickly and efficiently he dried her off, then slipped a velvet robe around her shoulders. "The Panther is in the kitchen eating dinner." Cain told her, not an once of judgement in his voice. "I had took the liberty to prepare a rather large omulet with bacon and potatoes. He will be hungry from the battle and healing."

"Thank you Cain." Morgan said. "You ate yourself right Cain. I can't have you at low strength."

"Meditation is all I need Mistress." Cain replied.

She glanced at him, "Don't be silly Cain, being linked to my power doesn't mean you don't need to eat. I drank a lot from you, go eat something."

Cain bowed, "As you wish."

She made her way to the kitchen and found Jake helping himself to the breakfast Cain had prepared for him. "How are you feeling?" She asked slipping into the room, taking note that he was fully dressed. "Are you planning on going somewhere?" She asked, gesturing to his clothing.

 

[The_gladiator]

Wandering into the kitchen Jake found the smell of Bacon and eggs drawing him in. Fried potatoes joined the delicious combination. He could hear his stomach rumble.

Jake was sitting at a small breakfast nook with its small table, with a window that looked out over the city. It really was a beautiful view. Although Jake could see the shutters that must be on either a timer or some form of automated system that told the place when it was sunlight because as the pink of dawn brightened to full sunrise, with a hissing noise the shutters closed themselves.

Hearing a voice Jake turned his head. He spotted her standing close in a robe. Her question caught him off guard. “Well I was going to say to work, but probably not a good idea all things considered which reminds me.” He pulled out his iPhone and unlocked it. He swore after a couple of moments, “No service, should have figured, under a mountain and all that. I’ll need to borrow your phone after breakfast.” He sighed. “That being said, I was hungry and therefore got dressed to go find food. What was I supposed to wear? Oh wait anything I could have dreamed of…speaking of which, just how do you happen to have a wardrobe with my exact sizes in it?” he asked sounding a bit suspicious. “That being said… what exactly you would prefer I have worn?” he asked, half sarcastically, half curiously. He had honestly dressed to find a combination of prepared and casual, as if he were going to a war counsel of all the Lycan leaders. Maybe he didn’t want to feel vulnerable confronting Morgan in Pajamas. That was a decidedly unlycan form of thought there, since most weres did casual nudity with almost no problem, and even slept in big puppy piles with little trouble.

He went back to eating waving at the chairs around him, there being ones beside him and one across from him, indicating that she could join him, giving her her pick of seats. Then again, this was her house, if she just wanted to stand there looming over him, she probably could just do that too. Not that she really loomed, at least not physically, she really was not a large woman, it was easy to forget that so strong her presence.

 

[Intensityrising]

Morgan went to a coffee pot on the counter and pressed the button for a single brew cup. Then she pulled a mug seemingly from nowhere and placed it under the drip before any splash onto the wonderfully crafted counters. Once her cup of coffee was finished she took a seat to Jake's left side, far enough that it would be comfortable for him to turn his head and look at her.

"Danielle gave me your sizes." She said simply. "Look Jake, Danielle was of my bloodline and I loved her. But my love for her paled in her love for you and she knew that if anything happened to her, she could trust me to step in and make sure you were happy and healthy." Morgan explained, "However I wasn't about to come jumping into your lap like an excited dog, so I was content to keep our relationship the same. Watching over you from afar and the like."

She brought the coffee to her lips and inhaled. She loved the smell of coffee, but she couldn't drink it. Still she liked to brew a cup and hold the heat in her hands and smell it until it got cool. "I regret that situations have developed to force my hand on all of this. But there isn't a lot I can do about it now. We must face a few realities. Claudius is out there and knows you are exactly what he is looking for. If he gets ahold of your blood he will become a God and nothing can stop him. I don't want to see what happens if that comes to pass."

She leaned against the table, pushing her breasts up and revealing her wonderful cleavage. "Now your blood could do the same thing to me. The power from you is like a super drug. However, I have no interest in ruling the world or hunting down any other people with blood like yours. I only want my little piece of heaven and Claudius dead."

"Besides I am easily one of the most powerful vampires on the planet anyway. If I had wanted such power, I could have taken over America on a whim and nobody but Claudius would be able to stop me. But not before I would have ruled America for what......six or seven hundred years?" She smiled, "Point is, I don't want to rule anything, I simply want to live a luxurious life and be left alone. Though for the first time I am considering a long term male companion."

"As for the clothes, I know you must be tired. I figured you for a man who didn't like sleeping in jeans and boots. Perhaps I was wrong."

She rose slowly, moving to the sink where she poured out the coffee. "I am tired. You are welcome to sleep in that guest room you where shown already...." She moved over to him and placed a seductive hand on his cheek, "Or you can join me in mine Detective." She whispered and slipped out of the room.

 

[The_gladiator]

Jake, ever a master of efficiency, continued to eat as she spoke, her slender hands with their manicured nails cupped around the cup, he could tell that the coffee gave her pleasure. It showed a rather human side to her she did not often expose. He raised an eyebrow at parts of her speech. Just what had Danielle meant by keep him happy and healthy? She probably figured Jake would eventually move on. In keeping with her slightly controlling ways, had she picked Jake’s next lover/companion?

He snorted at her comments about the comments about her power. “I think the sentinels might have had something to say about that had you done that.” But her words did suggest that she was the most powerful vampire in the United States. Vladimir wasn’t from the United States and did not live there, and Claudius was insane, this suggested that she was the most powerful vampire in residence here. That surprised him, but should it, after what he’d seen today. Did he dare risk giving her his blood? Did he really want this woman to get any stronger? There was so much to think about and consider. Realizing her connection to his wife made him feel far less guilty about becoming involved with her than any other woman. Jake had refused all female company since his wife’s death for fear of dishonoring his wife’s memory.

He couldn’t help chuckling at her comment about sleeping in jeans and boots. “Fair enough.” He said. It was time for the eyebrow to raise again as she touched his cheek, and whispered that he could join her. He unconsciously nuzzled his cheek deeper into her palm, showing his need for touch. Shifters were incredibly touch oriented and it was clear in that instant how much Jake had denied him. For his wife he had taken on some conservative human beliefs and denied the touch that he needed to thrive. He met her gaze for that heartbeat and then she was gone leaving the room leaving the choice up to him. Would it be so bad? They could protect one another if they were together. That thought, or maybe it was just an excuse or justification, did it for him and he rose to follow her.

He entered her master bedroom whose door she’d left open. He closed it behind him. Turning back around him let out a low whistle at the size of the bed alone. “That’s bigger than my bedroom at my place.” He commented. He moved to the edge of the bed and sitting down slowly began to remove his boots. “I figured it was easier for us to protect one another if I was here.” He stated sounding a little gruff; like he was trying to convince her that was the only reason he was there, when in truth it wasn’t.

 

[Intensityrising]

Morgan smiled at Jake as he walked into he bedroom and looked around. She positioned herself on the bed like some sexy prize at the deepest parts of the bedspread. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him. Thinking that they needed to protect each other was amusing, but she nodded. "Good thinking." The amusement in her voice was clear.

She gestured to him, "Do not get on my bed in those clothes though, you will scratch the sheets." This was the moment in which she would cross the line between someone he simply tolerated, to someone he could love. For some reason that was important to her, a vampire who hadn't loved anyone in a thousand years, suddenly needed Jake to like her. To love her even.

She watched him, enjoying the sense of wonder in his eyes as he looked around the bedroom. "Jake, come lie with me." She curled up onto her side, "Come hold me." She purred.

 

[The_gladiator]

Jake heard her words about not sitting on the bed in his clothes and gave her a funny look but didn’t argue. He removed the shoulder holster, pulling the gun; he checked the safety before tucking it into a cubby on the ornamental headboard. He pulled off his shirt, folding it neatly and setting it on a chair. He revealed his toned upper body, which was marred by bruises, which already looked like they were healing, although because inflicted by someone preternatural, they would heal more slowly. He then dropped his hands to his belt. He wondered if she was watching him. Wondered if he cared. He stripped to his boxers. “You want those off you’ll have to remove them yourself.” He said, but whether that was a challenge, an invitation, or a warning, was anyone’s guess.

He crawled onto the bed and moved towards her. Like a real cat would, he didn’t make crawling on all fours look as awkward as it did for most people. He lay down some distance from her, sliding under the sheets. He did not approach her as she had requested, but he was at least in the bed with her, which was progress.

 

[Intensityrising]

Morgan watched him undress with delight. Because Jake was a Lycan, his body's natural metabolism burned away any fat he might have had as a man. As a result he had a very nice body and she couldn't help but enjoy every inch of him as he was revealed to her only eager gaze. She smiled as he crawled onto the bed, letting the cat inside of him control his movements and giving him that sleek movement only a Lycan could have.

She watched him crawl ever closer, but then he moved to the edge of the bed and lay down as far from her as he could. AS upset as she normally would be at that, she had to smile. Jake was fighting his desire for her, she could smell it coming from him like a thick cream. So she would give him time and let him come around to her as he will on his own.

"If you decide you are cold, feel free to curl up against me." She said, slipping under the covers. Morgan closed her eyes and rolled over, letting herself turn off for a while the ultimate relaxation for a vampire and one she did not get to do very often.